Page 65 of Enslaved

Dimitri winked at Christos, jerking me forward. His mouth fell to my neck; his hot tongue raced along my chest until he found my nipples already peaked and wanting.

Christos, took himself out, letting the head of his cock swirl over my ass cheeks before nudging me where the plug was nestled inside. I heard a click. The plug in my ass started vibrating, and my knees almost collapsed.

“Take this.”

Christos’ tan forearm appeared in front of me, his palm holding a white pill.

“What is it?”

“You know what it isagápe.”

I did. Ecstasy.

“Will you take it with me?”

“Never again. But you should take it, so you have an excuse to enjoy what’s about to happen.”

He wasn’t lost to me. He still cared. Giving me drugs to want this seduction was his way of caring.

“No.” I shoved his arm away.

“So, be it.”

I thought he would do it. Enter me right then. But he didn’t. Dimitri knelt in front of me, removed my underwear and delved his hot tongue between my legs.

I was shocked.

Soaked.

And unable to turn my head away from the scene playing out on the bed.

Freya and another woman were naked, caressing each other and kissing, while their legs were scissored together. They were rubbing each other’s pussies. Tonguing each other’s breasts, then the other woman got on top of Freya, humping her. Their mounds rubbed hard against one another. The musky smell of it reached me. Alex crawled up behind her, entering her ass in one smooth stroke as she fucked Freya underneath her.

I gasped, coming hard and fast into Dimitri’s mouth. I felt Christos, jacking off in his hand behind me.

“You like this,agápe?We’ll never share what we had on the yacht…. until you earn the right to have me back.”

Dimitri stood, then pushed me down to my knees, forcing his cock in my mouth. Christos removed the plug, placed his hands around my waist and deposited me on an ottoman, nudging my hips apart. The sound of a bottle squirting liquid sounded from behind me seconds before he was there, entering me.

IT. HURT. SO. GOOD.

“Ah,” I garbled as my mouth was stuffed with Dimitri, who never missed a beat as I was moved so Christos could fuck me from behind. My insides stretched as I was full of the man I still loved. He claimed the last part of my body, just like he said he would.

How was he okay with any of this? With another man touching me, having me suck him off?

It hurt. It burned. It broke my heart, but I was smart enough to realize that is exactly what he wanted.

So, as he slew me, I’d slay him back. Enjoying every second of it.

Dimitri wasn’t cruel at least. He was gentle, stroking my face as he gently slid in and out of my mouth. His eyes were closed as he enjoyed the pleasure I was giving him. “It’ll be over soon,” he whispered, tenderly as he opened his eyes meeting mine.

I rewarded his kindness by taking more of him in. Swirled the head of his cock and licked his sensitive undertip.

He pulled out, coming into his own hand, respecting me more than my own man did.

Christos jerked my head up, forcing me to watch Freya and Alex. His hand moved to my mound as he still fucked my ass, fingers finding my clit.

It shames me to admit how wet I was. How a thousand stars exploded behind my eyes and how it wasn’t enough when it was over…my pussy still burned. Was hot and needy and wanting to be filled.

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