Page 35 of Dominating Sean
“Shh, baby girl. It’ll be okay. I was thinking you’d look so pretty in a white dress, no? And our boy in a sexy tux, with a bondage harness underneath the jacket.”
Sean had said nothing, but at the bondage harness comment, he started some sort of choking fit. “See? Sean doesn’t want to marry us. He can’t even breathe when he thinks about it,” India said, crossing her arms over her chest.
“You all are crazy. Completely bonkers. No one is getting married.” Sean rubbed the bridge of his nose.
Enzo frowned at him for a moment. “Right, well. Who says ‘bonkers?’ And you’re going to die when Moss finds out.”
India rolled her eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous. Moss wouldn’t actually kill anyone. For that, I mean. He kills people for other things. Back to the crazy lady. Who is going to go in and talk to her?”
She needn’t have asked because Moss walked into the interview room with an Asian guy India recognized from her brother’s old job. Arthur, she thought his name was. Freya launched herself at both men, which in most circumstances would have been a painful mistake. But Arthur and Moss took her down with a gentle sort of grace.
“If you’re fucking my sister on the other side of that glass, we’re going to have words,” Moss yelled at the speaker that allowed people in the hidden room to listen to interviews. He went back to the task at hand. The interrogation wasn’t as brutal as what India imagined his usual interrogations were like, but it was tough to watch Moss in this unfeeling mode. His only motivation was a quest for answers. Whatever had happened to Freya, she seemed pretty fucked up, and that was difficult to watch as well. Sean stood, his arms crossed over his chest, frowning deeply as he watched Freya intently. India came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist.
“You wouldn’t want to marry into my bullshit family anyway, would you?” Sean asked quietly, his eyes on his cousin. “Not that we’re anywhere near marriage.” Was that what he was worried about? That he was too fucked up to deserve marriage?
“I think you underestimate how much we like you,” Enzo said.
“Love you,” India whispered in his ear, and Sean’s tense muscles relaxed, but he was still shaking. Suddenly, she needed them both with an intensity that she couldn’t even begin to explain. She stepped back and grabbed Sean and Enzo’s hands and pulled them both out of the room, leading them in a rush towards the break room. The break room couch seemed like the closest room with a soft surface to fuck them on, and she slammed through the door and bolted it behind them.
“Clothes off,” she growled, yanking at her shirt, dropping her skirt down over her hips. The men were staring at her, their eyes hungry and hot, and she cleared her throat. “Faster.” She caught the look that Enzo shot Sean, full of mischief. Sean looked a little more panicked.
“I’ve wanted to play with your dominant side,” Enzo said as he pulled off the black t-shirt he was wearing and went for the button on his fatigues. “I’m a little tired, so go easy on me, baby.” India rolled her eyes and sat naked on the black leather couch that sat against one wall of the break room, crossing her legs.
“Undress each other. I like to watch you two play,” she said.
Sean still looked a little rattled, and Enzo stepped in and kissed him fiercely, his hands roaming down their lover’s back. India could hear Sean’s shaky breath as he finally let go, pulling back. “I was worried about you.” He lifted his hand to Enzo’s cheek, shrugging. “You’re acting like the mission was nothing, and I know it went well, but that doesn’t stop me from worrying.”
Enzo kissed Sean’s hand. “I love you, too,” he whispered, and Sean shook his head, blinking. India smiled, her chest filling with a warm contentment. She knew how Sean felt about Enzo, even if he wouldn’t admit it anytime soon. And she knew how they both felt about her. Enzo unbuttoned Sean’s shirt, slowly revealing his muscled torso to India, who slipped a hand between her legs, feeling the heat rush through her body as Enzo pushed Sean’s pants down over his hips, letting Sean’s big cock spring free. He turned, and Sean kissed his way down Enzo’s broadly muscled back, biting his ass as it was revealed, massaging the muscles there.
“I want to use my flogger on that ass,” India said. She hadn’t meant to speak out loud, but Enzo glanced at her and chuckled.
“Whatever you like, Goddess. My body is yours.”
He held eye contact with India as Sean moved in front of him, sucking the head of his cock into his mouth, taking a few minutes to worship him. She loved that, how they looked together, the way Enzo’s cock pulsed visibly as Sean showed his love. “Now you, Enzo.” India’s voice was quiet but firm, and Enzo looked at her, eyes darkening as he pulled Sean to his feet.
“What would you like me to do, Goddess?” he asked.
“Show him how much you love him.”
He chuckled. “Well, that can be done with a single kiss.” He cupped Sean’s jaw and slammed his mouth into Sean’s, and he was right. It was a kiss full of passion and fire and made India squirm. His hands were everywhere on Sean’s body—his ass, his cock—and Sean was writhing against Enzo by the time the kiss was over.
“Will you spank him for me?” she asked. “I never thought that instead of a tool like a flogger, I could simply use another man. Sean, come eat me out.”
Enzo winked and guided a hungry-looking Sean over to her, pushing him down so he was resting with his head between her legs. “You good, sweet boy?” she asked.
Sean grinned up at her, his green eyes meeting hers as Enzo massaged his ass, lightly slapping the cheeks. “So fucking good, Goddess. It feels so good when he does this.” India spread her legs, balancing her feet on the edge of the couch, and spreading her legs. Sean smiled at her and dipped his head forward, licking her between her legs, swirling his tongue around her clit. She threaded her fingers through his hair, yanking him close, and he groaned as Enzo slapped his ass, turning it a nice color of pink.
“I like your mark on him,” India murmured.
Enzo met her eyes as he pushed the toy she knew Sean often wore into the other man’s ass. “Our mark, Goddess.” Sean whimpered, pushing up into the violation. His hands wrapped around her ass, holding her closer, as his tongue went deeper, slipping inside her. She tried to focus on watching them as Sean’s diligent attention made her body hot and needy, her entire focus on his tongue.
She loved how he looked like this. His muscles flexed and writhed under his golden skin, his ass turning pink with Enzo’s rough attention. Serving them both, between them both. Enzo met her eyes as he spanked Sean a few more times, making their beautiful slave moan, and the vibrations of his voice against her were delicious.
“May I kiss you as well, Goddess?” Enzo looked contrite and polite but with a hint of his usual wild mischief behind his eyes, and India moaned as she pulled his mouth to her breast, throwing her head back and losing herself in the sensations that their mouths were bringing her. Every tug on her nipples made her clit more sensitive. Every swirling caress of her clit made her nipples tingle. And she had both at once, especially as Enzo’s hand slid up to play with her other nipple. Her body exploded, their attentions giving her an earth-shattering orgasm, one that made her scream a little too loud for an office fuck.
Enzo lifted his head, looking a little smug, and she pulled Sean up as well, though he whimpered a little, like he had wanted to keep going before sitting back on his heels, politely awaiting further instruction.
India grinned and stood, pulling Sean to his feet and stepping forward to kiss both of them one at a time. Sean tasted of her orgasm, and she smiled against his lips. “I have so many things I want to do, but for now, I want to play with your dicks while you kiss me because you’re both such good boys.”
