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"Kneel," Tristan commands, his voice firm yet gentle.
Complying, I lower myself to my knees in front of him. He stands tall and imposing, a picture of dominance that sets my pulse racing.
"Beautiful," Hugo murmurs, circling around me. "So eager to please." His fingers graze my cheek, sending shivers down my spine. "You deserve nothing but the best, Scarlet."
My eyes lock on Tristan's.
Tristan nods at Hugo. "Tell her what she is to us, Hugo."
"Scarlet," Hugo begins, his voice low and seductive, "You are our treasure, our cherished possession. We will honor your submission with care, devotion, and passion." The sincerity in his words only serves to heighten my pleasure.
There's a sense of power in Tristan’s intense gaze, and I find myself craving his approval.
"Good girl," Tristan praises. "Now, lie down and present yourself to me.”
Falling onto the plush carpet, I spread my legs and arch my back, exposing myself fully to him, my heart pounding in anticipation of his touch. To my surprise, he doesn't move toward me. Instead, he addresses the others.
"Max, Miles, Adam, Hugo, pleasure her," he commands. Instantly, their hands are on me, exploring my curves with both reverence and hunger. Gasping at the assault of sensations, my nerves set alight with need.
"Submit, Scarlet," Tristan urges, his eyes never leaving mine. "Give in to your desires and let yourself be taken by them."
Each touch from my men sends waves of pleasure through me, and I let out a moan of surrender.
Hugo continues to praise me, his words like a balm to my soul. "You're extraordinary, Scarlet. Your submission is a gift we cherish."
Whimpering, I let go of my last reservation and fully embrace the moment.
"Look at her," Tristan says, pride evident in his voice. "Our Scarlet – radiant in her surrender."
And at that moment, I know I've given him what he truly desires: my complete submission.
Hugo's praise washes over me, igniting a warmth in my chest that spreads throughout my body. "You're so beautiful, Scarlet," he murmurs, his fingers tracing the curve of my hip. "Your passion is intoxicating."
I sigh, feeling a sense of pride well up within me. It's a powerful thing to be admired and desired by these men – to have them all focused on my pleasure.
"Let’s switch positions," Tristan murmurs, taking charge once again.
Willingly, I follow his instructions, lying down on the bed with Adam sitting behind me, massaging my shoulders and occasionally brushing his lips against my neck. Max kneels between my legs, his strong hands gripping my thighs, while Miles takes position at my side, caressing my breasts.
"Scarlet, tell us what you want," Hugo prompts, his voice gentle yet insistent as he climbs on the bed with us.
Taking a deep breath, I gather my courage. "Max, I want you to taste me," I say, my voice barely more than a whisper. He grins and lowers his head, spreading my legs wider as his tongue teasingly flicks against my clit. My entire body shudders with delight.
"Adam, twist my nipples until I moan with pleasure.”
He complies, his warm hands gently pinching and twisting. The sensation is exquisite, and I moan almost instantly.
"Tristan, I need your dominance.”
His eyes darken with desire, and he steps forward, standing at the foot of the bed.
"Very well," he says. "I want you to keep your hands above your head and do not move them unless I give you permission. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir," I reply, a thrill racing through me at the command. As Adam moves from behind me, I place my hands above my head, my fingers interlocking as I grip the headboard.
"Good," Tristan murmurs, his gaze locked on mine. "Now, let's see how well you can follow orders."
The men continue their attentions, each touch and taste a symphony of sensation that leaves me writhing in ecstasy. My body trembles with need, but I force myself to keep my hands in place, desperate to please Tristan.
