Page 59 of Scrooged for the Holidays
I shiver visibly, grinding myself over his hard dick until he hisses in my ear. “Then get to it,” I challenge.
Kai sucks in a sharp breath, and I pull back so I can see both men. The corner of Kai’s mouth is turned up, and his hand is resting over the erection in his jeans. He’s not stroking himself, but given how his jaw is ticking, I know he wants to.
“I know you like control, love,” Remi says, stroking my cheek so I give my full attention to him. “I can spot someone like me from a mile away. But right now, I’m in charge. Do you understand?”
I should balk, tell him I’d prefer if he was on his knees and doing what I ask of him, but Remi—I find I want him to take control. I want to be unburdened from thoughts like I was when we were skating earlier. It was nice.
And I’m not going to lie and say it doesn’t feel as if a bit of weight has been lifted off my shoulders. It would be enjoyable to continue with that feeling, especially during sex. And even though I just met him, I think I can trust him. “I understand.”
He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear and strokes my cheek. “If you don’t like something, you tell me to stop, and I will. Is that understood?”
I nearly say “Yes, Daddy” but keep it locked down. I find it funny I even want to call him that given I’ve never been into Daddy kink, but it feels natural. He really does give off Daddy energy.
I answer “Yes” instead.
“Malachi,” he says, a command in his voice, “will watch. He won’t touch either of us, nor will he touch himself. Is that understood?” He looks at his lover, and Kai doesn’t protest or pout, he simply agrees with another “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy.”
Oh, wow. Alright. That I liked. I’ve called a sexual partner a good boy before, but hearing Remi say it to Kai while I’m sitting on Remiel’s lap? Well, well. New kink unlocked.
Remi’s hands return to my waist, sliding them up under my sweater. They glide over the hills and valleys of my back and stop at the clasp of my bra. His eyes seek permission, and I duck my chin. I want him to strip me bare, show Kai what he’s missing.
He deftly undoes the clasp, the cups of my bra shifting so the bottom of my heavy breasts fall free. The straps on my shoulders sag, but since I’m still wearing my sweater, it doesn’t come off. I expect him to move his hands to the hem, but instead, he moves them forward.
The tips of his fingers trace the underside of my boobs, and I visibly shiver. His fingers are warm but slightly rough. Hesweeps them in a torturous motion, back and forth, back and forth. I groan and nearly yell at him to get on with it already, but I told him he could have control.
Remi’s lip twitches at my visible annoyance, but the bastard continues to torturously stroke the sensitive flesh. Every other brush of his fingers creeps higher toward my nipples but then comes back down again before he reaches them.
A low whimper escapes my throat when he just touches the outer edge of my areola but pulls back again. “Remi.” His name comes out like a plea.
Fingers gently pinch the skin of my left breast. The pain is jarring but sends another wave of arousal through my already overheated core. “What did I say you must call me when you’re on my lap, love?”
“Remiel.”
“Yes, make sure you remember it. Call me Remi again, and I’ll put you over Malachi’s knees and spank your delicious ass red.”
I bite back a groan at the image, though Kai doesn’t bother—his slips out sounding pained, like he’d both love and hate for it to happen. Honestly? Same. I’ve never wanted to be spanked before, but for Remiel, I’d make an exception. Not that I’m about to admit that—though from the smug look on his face, I’m pretty sure he already knows.
“Now,” he continues. “Did you have something you wanted to ask me?” When I don’t immediately answer, he puts his lips to my ear. “Or would you rather I have you get on your knees in front of me and make you beg?”
A bead of sweat trickles down my back. Why does this man make me want to do things I have never desired before? It’s like he’s opening a door in my brain that’s been locked—and not just locked but boarded up and buried. His fingers that had stopped stroking my skin stay as still as trees before a violent storm.
“I want you to touch me.”
His grip tightens. “I am touching you, Greer.”
Smug asshole, I say internally. I wet my lips. “I want you to take off my top and play with my tits.”
The short breaths that had been coming from Kai cease at my blunt words. Remiel might be in charge right now, but I’m not afraid to ask for what I want.
“Be a good girl, and say please.”
In an effort to keep a bit of my icy defiance, I grind down on his dick and lean forward, my lips a whisper from his. His jaw ticks from the movement, and he bites back a groan. “Please, Remiel. You know you want to.”
The heat of his chuckle ghosts over my lips. “No.”
I pull back. “No?”
