Page 230 of Indulge
I step behind her, brushing her hair aside, breathing her in. “Good. Because that’s what you deserve. The happily ever after every girl dreams of, like in those books you read.”
She giggles and leans back against me, her head resting on my chest. “Yeah. It kinda is similar to the ones I read, actually.”
For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of our breathing—the steady rhythm of her heartbeat under my palm as I slide my hand around her throat.
Reggie moves closer, his voice a low hum against the candlelight. “This is just the start of the life we want to give you, Princess.”
Bella looks between us, her eyes soft and glimmering like the city outside. “You already give me everything I could possibly need, and more.”
I smile, tracing the line of her jaw with my thumb. “Then tonight, we remind you how much you mean to us. How much we fuckin’ adore every single part of you.”
Reggie nods, meeting my gaze. There’s no rivalry there—just understanding. The kind that comes from loving the same woman in different ways and wanting nothing more than to see her whole.
She exhales slowly, a smile tugging at her lips. “You two really do know how to make a girl feel worshipped.”
“That’s because you are,” I whisper.
She tilts her head up to me, then to him, her eyes bright under the golden light. “Then don’t stop. Be a good boy and give me what I need.”
My cock throbs against her ass through that tight dress as Reggie’s fingers find the zipper at her side. He leans in, kissing her deep, while pushing the fabric down. I tighten my hand around her throat, dragging the dress until it pools on the floor at her feet.
I bend, sucking at her throat, my free hand unclasping her black strapless bra and tossing it aside.
Sliding my hand from her throat around her waist, I cup her breast, toying with the piercing. “You like that, precious? Us both with our hands all over you?” I whisper.
“Y-Yes,” she breathes against Reggie’s lips.
She steps out of the dress, opening for him as Reggie slips his hand under her panties.
“You’re fuckin’ dripping for us, baby. Such a good girl,” he praises.
I keep kissing her neck while Reggie drops to his knees before her, peeling off her panties.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he groans.
“Damn right, she is.”
With her back flush against me, I slide my hand down her side and grip under her thigh, lifting it high so Reggie can feast on her.
I squeeze her throat tighter as he looks up at her.
“Breathe, baby,” I remind her.
“I control if and when you breathe,” I murmur as she sucks in a trembling gasp. “And he decides when you’ve been good enough for us to let you come. Understand?”
She nods, and Reggie tuts softly.
“Look at me, Bella,” he growls.
I loosen my hold, and she tilts her chin down.
“Words. Use those words for us.”
“I understand.”
He winks, then disappears between her thighs. The sound of her wetness fills the room, her gasps sharp and desperate. My dick aches in response—the need to claim her coiling hot and violent inside me.
“Is that good, precious?” I whisper in her ear.
