Page 17 of Entwined

My hands drop before I even realize what I’m doing. I just want to please him. Please this Dom who commands it.

He sucks in a breath. I look down seeing my hardened nipples straining through my white tank top. It was hot in Athens when I left. The underwire of my bra was digging under my breasts, so I slipped it off shortly after I boarded.

“Fuck, I want you so much Jessie. Do you know how much?” He asks, his eyes hurt by constant rejection…how I taunted him by relishing in how Christos took me in front of him.

I bite my lip feeling the dampness between my thighs. I love Christos. Burn for him. But Dimitri could seduce me if I let my guard down. “No. Stop Dimitri. This is insane.”

“I know. Believe me I know. I ruined my friendship with Devillo over you.”

“Why?”

“You know why. There’s something here between us.”

“No.” I shake my head. “There can’t be.”

“Stop!” He smacks his hand down on a desk. “Stop lying and admit I make you wet. Are you wet for me right now kitten? Because I’m hard as fuck for you.”

He moves the camera down. He’s taken himself in one hand, stroking himself. His cock is huge and thick. Veins bulge angrily, his head is engorged and leaking. I moan remembering how good he tasted, how powerful it felt to make him shudder at my touch while Christos watched me with hooded eyes.

I feel like I’m still spinning in their web. The one, he and Christos, wove around me with skillful touches, silken words and thick cocks ready to take a woman to heights of pleasures she’s never imagined.

The phone is still pressed to my ear as he hisses, “Touch yourself. Unzip your jeans, touch that naughty clit of yours and tell me what you need.”

“No.”

“Do it!” He growls, “Or I’ll have your goddamn plane diverted to Vienna. Be grateful I’m not onboard. I almost came with the jet, but urgent business held me back. I could be there right now touching you…making you hate yourself in person for being wet for me.”

“I’m not wet for you. I’m wet for the lifestyle. I crave it. He awoke that in me. And I can’t tell anyone. I can’t speak of all these feelings raging inside me. No one can know where I really was—or who I really am.”

“And who are you, Jessie?”

“I’m a sub. I’m his sub. Only his pet…his dove. I’ll only break for him.”

“Fuck you’re perfect. I’d never have let you go. I hate him. I half-hate you.”

“Maybe you’re just infatuated with me because I’m a conquest to you—some prize to win from him. A pawn between two men.”

“No. Christos and I have played that game before. It’s never felt like this. Fine. I won’t curb your freedom kitten. I’ll let you keep it, but first you must give me something…”

“No!”

“Yes. I’m so hard it hurts, you did this to me. Look. Look at me.”

I raise my head. He stares at me, the camera’s zoomed out. He’s lounged back in an office chair, his white shirt is completely untucked from his black pants, his huge dick bends back towards his stomach as he stares at me raking a hand through his hair.

“That’s not my problem,” I smirk, sliding my hand down to cup my mound. My clit’s on fire. The dove piercing; agonizing as my clit swells with need.

“Earn your ticket home, baby. Lift up your shirt so I can see those pretty tits.” I shut my eyes, biting my lip. My every thought is of my devil. I lift my shirt, pinching and squeezing my own nipples, listening to Dimitri stroking himself. He moans, pumping faster. I hear the slickness in his hand through the speaker on the monitor. I moan, biting my own lip as I shake, unzipping my jean shorts and sliding my hand inside.

“Ah,” I moan, feeling the sweet relief of my own hand on my swollen flesh.

“Yes, kitten. Fly with me tonight.”

“I’m with him. In my mind, I’m with him.”

My body’s flushed as I lay back, working myself like I used to while thinking ofEl Diablo. “Christos!” I breathe, coming fast.

“Jessie!”Dimitri roars. I open my eyes watching him come. I finger myself, catching another quick wave before collapsing back into the seat.

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