Page 56

I let his commands spread over my body like a wave of calm. I focus on my lungs, inhaling in slow, deep breaths. I loosen my limbs and push against him rather than pulling away. I beardown against the pressure of his cock at my puckered hole, and slowly my body opens for him, welcoming him inside.

“There you go, angel. Look at your little hole gaping to take your master’s cock. You know who owns this ass, don’t you?”

“Yes, Master Greyson,” I answer, my cheeks flooding with heat as his filthy words tug right at my aching core.

“Such a good fucking girl,” he purrs. “I think you’ve earned this, too.” I feel a large, silicone dildo slide into my pussy, and suddenly I’m so full I can barely function.

“Grey,” I plead, too overwhelmed with pleasure to form any other response. And then the dildo starts to vibrate inside me. I cry out, the sensation of the vibrator massaging the thin layer of tissue separating Greyson’s cock from my pussy too much to handle. “I don’t think I can take it.”

“Yes, you can. You’re only at two out of three, angel. Time to open up that pretty mouth.” When I’m too overstimulated to obey, Greyson smacks his fingers against my cheek. “Open.”

Still floating in a haze of sensation, I part my lips. Something silicon and cherry flavored slides between my teeth. At first, I think it’s just another dildo, but when it pushes deeper into my mouth, a pair of soft thighs brush against my cheeks.Strap-on? Gentle fingers slip into my hair, instantly making me tense.

“She doesn’t like soft touch, M,” Greyson warns, the fingers in my hair vanishing like he’s ripped them away. His instinct to protect me even when I don’t ask for it sends butterflies swarming in my stomach.

“Not a problem. I’m more than happy to make it hurt,” answers the woman who must be penetrating my mouth. Her hands slide back into my hair, this time twisting my hair at the roots until I wince. The pain is sharp and so much better than her light petting.

M—the stunning woman in leather who used to be Greyson’s kinky sex mentor. Something strange sparks in my core at thethought of her filling my mouth. Strange but tingly and warm at the same time.

I’m honest enough to admit that I like it more than I should, especially with my boss between my thighs, fucking my ass at the same time. Although he’s not just my boss, is he? Greyson called me his girlfriend. And I am in very real danger of him being my goddamneverything.

“Relax that throat, angel,” Greyson orders as he starts to find a steady pace. My ass would disagree, but he’s not really taking that into account right now. “I don’t want to see you gagging until M is really fucking your face.”

As if on command, M starts to push the strap-on deeper down my throat. I can’t stop the way my stomach heaves at the penetration even if I tried.

“Gag all you want,ma jolie,” M hums. “You look so pretty when you struggle to take my thick cock.” Sharp nails claw at my hard nipples, pinching and scratching until I’m moaning against the silicone in my mouth. “Oh, she likes this, Grey.”

“Of course, she does. She’s the most perfect painslut I’ve ever seen. Can you come like this, angel? Can you come like a good whore with all three of your holes filled?” Greyson asks, his fingers brushing my clit when he turns up the vibrations of the dildo in my pussy.

Dios mío. “Yes, yes, yes,” I moan, each thrust of his hips and pulse of the vibrator and pinch of M’s fingers sending me higher. “Please, Grey.”

“You know I love you when you beg,” he purrs, thrusting so deep inside me that I let out a scream that’s muffled when M shoves back into my throat. I have just enough presence of mind to notice he sort of saidI love youbefore my thoughts are absolutely shattered when an obliterating orgasm takes over.

“That’s it,” he growls. “Fucking strangle my cock with that tight little ass, angel.”

My entire body spasms when I come, and I feel so full that I’m sure to explode when my ass and pussy clamp down and squeeze Greyson’s cock and dildo. M gives me enough room to breathe through my climax, her strap-on filling my mouth but not my throat.

I can feel when Greyson joins me, my insides splattered with the warm stickiness of his cum. I don’t even know how I’ll get all of that out of my internal organs. When we’ve both ridden out the very last spurts of our climaxes, M pulls away, and I greedily suck down my first full gulp of air in ages.

“Fuck, little ruin,” Greyson groans when his hips finally slow with his throbbing cock still inside me. “Why haven’t we been doingthatthe past six months?”

“Because you’re a vengeful twat,” I remind him, my chest heaving with the effort it takes to use my throat again.

“Oh, yeah. How could I forget?” he laughs, slapping his palm against my thigh just to be a dick. “Tell M thank you for fucking your mouth so she can get one of her adoring slaves to suck her off.”

It feels awkward with the blindfold still on, but I lift my head to where she’s probably standing above me and say, “Thank you for fucking my mouth.” Somehow the words aren’t as humiliating as I thought they’d be.

“My pleasure,ma jolie,” she answers, her voice rich and warm as melted chocolate. She pinches my cheek so hard I hiss, but it feels like an act of tenderness coming from her. “Maybe Grey will let me play with your other pretty holes sometime.”

“Not a chance, M,” Greyson snaps. “The other two are mine.”

“Possessive,” M purrs. “I’ve never seen him act like this before,” she adds in a whisper like she’s confiding a secret.

“Off you go, M. I think you’ve corrupted my angel enough tonight.”

“Si tu le dis. Come visit more often. I’ve missed you,mon joli. Bring your pretty angel too.”

“Oui, madame,” he answers, and I can hear the warmth in his words. Chef Greyson sounds almost human.