Page 29 of The Perfect Escape

“Thank you, Sir,” I rasped.

My gaze returned to Rosie and how damn perfect she looked beneath us like this. The lights in the room gave all of us a lustrous sheen, and her body glistened like a smooth pearl beneath it. She was beautiful, and smart, and kind, and hot. So damn hot.

“You look so good, angel,” I said softly. “You’re taking us both so well.”

Ash and I found a brutal tempo, our cocks taking her in tandem.

Rosie moaned around the dildo, her cheeks flushed.

“Look at you,” I gasped. “So fucking hot bent over and taking our cocks like this. Greg is so lucky, isn’t he? He has no idea how much you’d do to save him.”

“Maybe he does,” Ash said. “Maybe he’s been watching this whole time. Maybe he’s seen everything we’ve done together while tied to a chair, nothing more than a helpless cuck.”

She moaned in protest, her eyes fluttering. Admittedly, the thought of Greg watching us the entire time turned me on even more. I liked the idea of him knowing how hard she’d worked to save him from the evil game master. That she’d been spanked, played with, and used—all for him.

“I bet he’d be proud of you,” I huffed. “If he is watching.”

“Or he’d be humiliated,” Ash chimed.

Always the devil’s advocate. I fought a smile. Between the two of us, I’d always been the one to deliver praise while he’d always been the one to degrade and humiliate. We played together so well for that reason. There wasn’t anything quite like praising a sub for doing well while another Dom told them they were doing terribly.

The mindfuck of it all was hot.

“Does it feel good being fucked like this?” I asked.

All Rosie could do was nod. The sound of her sucking the toy mixed with our bodies slapping against each other made my blood rush. I couldn’t even hear the ocean sounds anymore—they were all drowned out by the symphony of sex.

“Good girl,” I moaned. “You’re doing so well.”

Ash scoffed and bit me. Hard enough that I yelped, twisting slightly despite the fact I wasn’t going anywhere.

“Damn you,” I growled.

He laughed like a damn vampire and bit me again.

“You crazy son of a bitch,” I moaned.

But the pain only went to my cock.

And he knew that.

He knew I was right on the edge, too.

“I’m so close,” I said. “I want to come.”

“Not yet.”

“Fuck,” I snarled, shaking my head. “Please. Please let me come. Please. I’m dying here. I’m dying to come inside her.”

“I said not yet, you little bitch,” Ash snapped.

His fingers slid into my hair, gripping hard and tugging my head back. I looked up at the ceiling, the world dancing around us as my cock continued to pump in and out of Rosie.

“Ash,” I whimpered.

He blew out a long breath, a dark chuckle following. “Damn it. You sound good when you whimper, Hawk.”

Another sound came out of me. A whimper and a moan blended together.

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