Page 78 of The Paranormal Investigation Bureau
“Same rule applies as last night. If you go anywhere near my cock, Iwillclaim you. I don’t think that applies to Bevan.”
Yes, please. I’d seen him at the dungeon fucking a sub, and he had a magnificent cock. I had two holes, and I didn’t care which one he filled it with. I bounced on the balls of my feet. I was fuckinghonoredthat Beyla trusted me to be a part of her first threesome. I had my first under the full moon, back in high school. She probably would have, too, if she hadn’t been raised human and dated that shit bag who broke her feet.
“What do you have planned?” Beyla asked. “Do you want me to do a striptease again?”
Shit. I wouldn’t mind watching her do a striptease. I saw her do Damita’s solo. She played the innocent but strong village girl with just the right amount of burning sexuality to be believable as a woman who took four warriors as lovers.
Beyla would probably nail a sexy little dance where she took off her clothes for us, but I wasn’t about to complain when Arden ordered me to take her clothes off. She didn’t look afraid, and she didn’t blush. Instead, she looked me dead in the eye and stepped closer to me.
She was bold. She yanked me down to her and kissed me. Fuck, Beyla could kiss. I got lost in the moment. I ran my fingers up her spine. Her skin was velvety soft. I knew we were putting on a show for Arden. It was what he wanted, and he was in charge.
I let my fingers trail along her sides as I pulled her shirt off. Her breasts were small and firm. That bra was doing things to me. It was black and lacy, with silver accents.Was she wearing matching panties?I had to find out.
I kissed my way down to her belly button, then knelt before her. I gently rid her of her trousers. Arden and I both let out a little growl when we saw she was wearing a matching see-through thong. I stopped to take her in, then got to my feet to remove her lingerie.
“Stop,” Arden said.
I looked over to see he was lounging, nude, on my reading chair. He was beautiful naked, and I didn’t know his cock was pierced. We were limited in the tattoos and piercings we could get as professional dancers, unless we wanted to spend time and money covering them up with good makeup. No one was ever going to see a cock piercing on stage, and I was so here for it. It was catching the light and glinting as he slowly stroked his cock.
“Beyla, take Bevan’s clothes off.”
Oh, now she was blushing. She kissed me like she’d had all manner of orgies before. Beyla let out little moans of pleasure when I kissed every inch of her while I stripped her of her clothes.Why was she getting nervous now?I gave her a cheeky wink and a smile.
“I don’t bite, unless Arden tells me to.”
Beyla fell about laughing and then pounced. She wasn’t nearly as gentle when she removed my clothes. She was kissing and biting me as she ripped them off. I’d never say no to a little sensual mauling. Beyla stripped me totally naked while she was still standing there, in that tiny, lacy get up.
“Beyla, turn around and take your panties off for us,” Arden said.
Oh, fuck. My entire mouth went dry when she turned around, bent over, and slid that thong off her ass. Beyla was incredibly flexible, even for a ballet dancer. It got to Arden too. She was bent over, waving that perky ass like a red flag to a dom like Arden. He darted off the chair and brought his hand down on it.
Beyla let out a yelp and straightened up. A blush was spreading from her breasts all the way up to her cheeks, but it wasn’t embarrassment this time. Shelikedit. And Arden and I both loved that beautiful handprint left behind on her ass.
“Sorry, it was just there,” Arden said. “Was that okay?”
If she didn’t like it, I volunteered as a tribute to have his handprints all over my body. I had a feeling she liked it, though.
“Do it again,” she growled.
Arden just chuckled.
“Are you topping from the bottom? Keep in mind… I punish people for that.”
Beyla might be new to the lifestyle, but I had a feeling she knew damn well what was going to happen if she tried to give Arden an order. I was a bit of a brat. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t done the exact same thing because I was somewhat of a pain slut.
Beyla was totally adorable as she bit her bottom lip. She was learning. She wanted her punishment how she wanted it, not how Arden would give it to her if he thought she was manipulating him. I knew that trick. I could trademark that trick.
Arden sat on the foot of my bed and patted his lap.
“I think you need a little spanking, but not because you asked for it. You earned it, and I promised you last night. But if you talk back to me again, you might not like your punishment. Something tells me Bevan knows all about that.”
Beyla draped herself over Arden’s lap. She looked so beautiful like that, but I was a little jealous she was getting a spanking, and I wasn’t.
“Bevan, get on your knees and help. I want you fingering Beyla while she gets her spanking.”
Yes, please!He didn’t have to tell me twice. I fell to my knees and wedged my hand between her legs. She was already dripping wet. I’d done this before, but I was pretty sure she hadn’t. I made soft feathery circles on her clit, while Arden just pet her and got her nice and relaxed.
She was moaning and totally limp on his lap when he brought his hand down hard. I increased the pressure on her clit. As Arden alternated between spanking her ass and caressing the pain away, I was doing double duty on my knees. I rubbed her clit faster when she was getting pain and slower when she was getting pleasure.
