Page 186 of Her Beast

It had been mortifying with only her and Malcolm. Having a veritable audience—Malcolmandthe three prostitutes—rendered her face so red that she doubted she could have blushed harder.

He chuckled softly at whatever he saw on her face.

Something cool and slick pressed against her back hole.

“Don’t forget to use the silk cloth if you need it, darling.”

Her hand clenched tighter around the scarf, as if she might accidentally drop it. She tried to shake her head to make sure he knew she didn’t want to stop, but of course she couldn’t.

“That’s a good girl,” he soothed.

Julia bore down as the object pushed into her, stretching and stretching until it hurt, and then abruptly narrowing, her body drawing it inside, the flat stem snug against her spread cheeks.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Malcolm asked.

It actually embarrassed her how much she liked the sensation of fullness; how naughty it made her feel to go about her day with nobody but her and Malcolm aware of what was beneath her skirts.

She clenched at the thought and then whimpered at the pleasure that rippled through her.

His low laugh warmed her. “I knew you would enjoy it, darling. Now Peter is going to use the marble phallus on you while his brother performs cunnilingus.”

Just when Julia thought she couldn’t become more aroused, he usedthatword. The only person she’d ever heard use it was Lily. She’d believed it sounded wicked coming out of her friend’s mouth.

Malcolm made it sound positively filthy.

Julia could see the men in the mirror.

Peter had a marble cock—a dildo, she knew they were called—and was oiling it while Phillip spread her lips and commenced to pleasure her.

Julia was already so aroused that her orgasm crashed down on her within only seconds, pleasure rippling from both her sex and her anus, which was clenching around the hard plug.

“Now, Peter.”

She was shuddering and whimpering when something big, cool, and hard pushed into her sheath. Her rippling inner muscles gripped the hard stone and she’d never experienced such intense fullness.

“Slowly but deeply, Peter.”

Time blurred as over and over the stone phallus and hot, sucking mouth drove Julia toward almost unbearable bliss.

They were torturing her with pleasure.

Just when she couldn’t take a moment more, a low, raspy voice ordered, “That’s enough. Release her and carry her to the bed.”

Warm, gentle hands unbound her, soothed her skin with caresses, and then carried her to a mattress as soft as a cloud.

Julia knew she must have fallen asleep and it took her a moment to realize what woke her. She was on her side and there were two mouths, both between her thighs, licking and sucking the entrances to her body.

Her eyelids fluttered open and the first thing she saw was Malcolm, sitting in a chair beside the bed, still completely clothed from head to toe, fingertips to mask.

It didn’t bother her to see him like this now—she got to see every part of him every night—and understood his desire to protect himself with strangers.

“Hello darling,” he said, giving her the sweet smile he saved just for her.

Julia smiled, her body already tensing with yet another impending crisis. “No Maisie?” she teased in a breathy voice.

“I wanted to enjoy this without distraction.”

“This?” she repeated groggily.

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