Page 182 of Her Beast

“She is here to keep me hard for you, Julia. I will save my orgasm for you.”

Malcolm snapped his fingers and Maisie lowered her mouth and went to work.

Julia’s smile was sudden and brilliant and wicked.

And then she turned and pushed the panel open.

∞∞∞

As Julia closed the door between Malcolm’s study and the room with two gorgeous strangers, she realized her body had never before held so much conflicting emotion.

When she’d entered that room and saw Malcolm with that woman—the one who looked so disturbingly like Julia herself—she’d been blasted with jealousy, fury, and lust.

Her thighs had become embarrassingly wet as she’d struggled to master her emotions.

Be careful what you ask for, or you will surely get it…

Malcolm had given her exactly what she’d asked for and the sight of it had almost overwhelmed her. It had also been… delicious, especially when he’d snapped his fingers, bringing the other woman—so beautiful and skilled—to heel like an obedient hound.

Julia shivered—ashamed and aroused by her unworthy reaction. Both emotions were smothered by the eagerness she felt for the room beyond. The men—the second part of her birthday gift—were waiting for her.

Julia pushed open the door.

“I’m Phillip,” the one on the right said, coming toward her and shutting the door behind her.

“And I’m Peter,” the other said, his god-like body stretched out across the bed like an offering, his hand languidly stroking his hard shaft.

“How will I tell you apart?”

They both laughed, the fascinating musculature in their bodies flexing. “You won’t,” they answered together.

“Shall I undress you?” Phillip asked, jarring her rapt gaze from his brother’s ruddy erection.

She nodded.

He moved behind her, his hands light and deft. “What are those straps you wear,” she asked.

“These?” Peter’s elegant, long-fingered hand slid to where the leather bound his shaft and sac. “They are to keep us hard for you.”

“They will make sure we do not come until—and if—you decide we may,” Phillip added, his breath hot on her neck.

“You mean you will not orgasm unless I tell you?”

“Yes,” they both answered at once.

“We’re here for your pleasure,” Peter said, his hot blue gaze burning over her as his brother lowered her gown from her shoulders.

Beneath it, all she wore was an almost torturously tight corset that ran all the way down to mid hip. It was the exact same shade of pink as the gown.

She had blushed when Kemp laced her into the corset, still embarrassed by her lack of drawers—something she’d not worn in months, not since her wedding day, in fact.

“No more drawers,” Malcolm had declared at dinner that night. “They just get in my way and I want you accessible at all times.” He’d then slid his hand beneath her gown, pushed aside her drawers, and made her orgasm right there at the dinner table.

“Beautiful,” the two men murmured as Julia stepped out of her skirts and cage.

She gave a slightly nervous giggle. “Do you always think the same things?”

“We are right now,” Peter replied, the muscles in his forearm flexing as he squeezed his shaft.

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