Page 183 of Her Beast

Phillip’s hands moved to the corset.

“No. Leave it on.”

She jolted at the sound of Malcolm’s voice, amazed that she’d forgotten for a moment that her husband was watching.

“In fact, pull it tighter. And turn her toward me as you do it.”

Phillip immediately complied.

Julia was already laced so tight it was difficult to breathe.

“Those are my instructions,” Kemp had answered when she’d asked her. And yet the thought of being bound tighter—suffering for Malcolm’s pleasure—sent at trickle of desire sliding down her already wet thighs.

She watched her reflection as Phillip retied the laces, imagining her husband’s hard cock and aching desire.

“Naughty girl,” Malcolm chided with a chuckle, reading her thoughts as easily as ever. “Kneel, Peter,” he ordered sharply.

She watched in the mirror as the twin slid from the bed and move toward her, his phallus slim and elegant like the rest of his body—nowhere near the size of Malcolm’s.

It occurred to her, suddenly, that he’d purposely chosen these beautiful men. They were muscular—astoundingly so—but they were not large or tall. Their bones were aristocratic and elegant and they were only five or six inches taller than her.

Objectively, they were far more attractive than her brawny husband. But her sex pulsed hardest at the thought of him sitting in the other room, a woman servicing his huge cock—which Julia considered hers—while Malcolm thought only ofher.

He’d be lusting at what he saw, wanting her, but—perversely—giving her to these two perfect men.

She suddenly knew that he would suffer as deliciously as she had at seeing him with Maisie.

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Jealousy tore at Malcolm like savage, snarling dogs.

The men in that room represented everything he could never give her: beauty, youth, and perfection.

And it ate at him like acid.

It also made him harder than he’d ever been in his life.

He set a staying hand on Maisie’s head; he would come too soon if she continued.

Instead, he wrapped his hand around his shaft, squeezing the base like the straps the men in the other room wore.

Peter knelt at Julia’s feet while his brother stood behind her, caressing her hard nipples and kissing her neck.

“Go ahead, Peter,” he ordered.

He grunted when the man’s slender fingers exposed Julia’s wet pink perfection. “Lovely, he said, his voice rough. “Now take her bud between your lips and suck.”

Julia jolted at his words, her eyes burning into him even through the glass. Her lips parted and a soft whimper escaped her as the man between her thighs covered her tiny nub with what Malcolm had been assured was an unparalleled mouth when it came to pleasuring both men and women.

Julia’s lids had drooped and she was breathing through her mouth, her tightly corseted body trembling. She was so bloody responsive he knew she was already cresting toward her first orgasm.

“Enough, Peter,” he said, enjoying a cruel, private smile at the look of disbelief on her face. Malcolm had never denied his lovely wife an orgasm before. And Julia did not like it.

“Bind her the way we discussed earlier,” he ordered, resting his hand absently in Maisie’s hair and twisting a lock of it around his finger, tugging her down onto his cock, pulling hard enough that she whimpered, a shudder running through her body.

Maisie liked her pain almost as much as Julia did, blindfolded, she could imagine that Malcolm was anyone, so everyone was happy.

“You may touch yourself, Maisie,” he said, loudly enough to be heard beyond the glass, smirking at the disgruntled frown that shifted Julia’s lovely features.

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