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“Oh, nice,” he comments, his eyes shining. “Yeah, thanks.”
Having that decided, we remain in a comfortable silence as we make our way up to Savvie’s bedroom and whatever delights await us inside.
Chapter 32
Trey
Pushing open the door to the kitchen, having wandered around looking for it for half an hour. There was no one around to ask, which makes me both thankful and suspicious. This place usually has more of a buzz about it than it does right now. It’s like everyone has been sent away. I see the merits of that. Savvie needs to be safe. I don’t trust anyone around her, except her other men.
I’m surprised to see a number of people bustling around the kitchen. They all stop to stare at me as I venture forward, feeling a bit awkward all of a sudden.
“Ice?” I croak.
Wordlessly, a porter goes to the freezer to get some out for me and puts it in a glass.
I shake my head. “No, more. An ice bucket if you have one, please.”
He gives me a curious stare but goes off to do as I asked.
Standing there, I feel like an idiot with the dire need to explain myself, but there is no way I can reveal that I’m going to use the ice to sexually tease and torment theirfuture Queen. I grab the bucket as soon as it’s thrust in front of me and scarper up the nearest staircase, eager to get away from the questioning looks.
Meandering through the maze of hallways deep in the Palace until I come across one that I find familiar, I know Savvie’s room is in this section.
I could have just Puffported in, but I feel that is a violation of her privacy, and I respect her too much to make her feel uncomfortable about my ability to barge in on her unexpectedly.
Shoving the ice bucket under my arm, I knock quietly on the door. As I wait, I think back on the last few days with her. I know that our time alone together has come to an end. I don’t know if it’s because she thinks she’s pregnant or will make the other men withdraw, or if she plain doesn’t give a shit anymore. All I know is that we are a couple of days short of a week, and I’m feeling a bit hard done by. Although, it does have an upside. We agreed that I wouldn’t use our time together to be her Daddy. That is going to be specifically for when we are together as a group. She wants our time alone to be us making love and enjoying each other’s company without expectation, and I agree with her.
“Sorry,” she says breathlessly, dragging the door open eventually. “I was in the shower.”
She is sopping wet and sexy as hell, wrapped only in a towel.
She glances at the ice with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.
I saunter in and close the door behind me. I’m the first one to arrive, but only just, as there is a knock on the door.
“May I?” I ask her.
She nods and turns to brush her hair.
I let in Jerrick and Rook, and then Theo is close behind them.
Once the door closes, the air becomes so thick with sexual tension, I want to burst.
Placing the ice bucket on the corner of the bed, I watch her. Savvie walks over to us and drops her towel. We are on her instantly like a pack of dogs, ravaging her with our mouths and hands, each one of us eager to please her in the best way that we can.
“Slow down,” I rasp, pulling back. “She deserves better than this.”
“Don’t stop on my account,” she murmurs, making us all groan.
“No, he’s right,” Jerrick says. “Besides, I have a specific plan for you. I have fantasized about you tied spread-eagled to your bed while I issue you with a punishment for being a bad girl. If any of your other men would also like you in such a position, I won’t object.”
I watch as her eyes go dark with longing. “I’ve been such a bad girl,” she whispers, lowering her eyes. “Punish me.”
Jerrick wastes no time grabbing her by her upper arms and throwing her onto the bed. He rummages through her closet until he comes out with four silk scarves. He throws two to me and gets to work, tying her wrists to the intricately carved-out wooden bed frame. I grab one of her ankles and drag her down the huge bed slightly so that her arms are straining. I spread her legs, offering up her pussy on a plate for us and tie her ankles to the bottom of the frame.
She looks glorious.
“You are a vision,” I murmur.
