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“Yes, I want you both naked. I want one of you riding my cock while the other sits on my face.”

“All while you’re tied up and blindfolded?” I add to the conversation.

“Fuck, yes.”

“May I?” Saffy asks in a soft tone as she takes hold of the hem of my t-shirt.

“Yes,” I tell her, surprised by the huskiness of my voice. “I’ll make it easier for you.” I move back off the bed, saddened to leave Cam’s cock but eager to see where this is going.

“I want to know who’s doing what, to who, when.” His voice is commanding, and my eyes narrow at his high-handedness.

“I think you’ll find you’re at our mercy right now. You’re not calling the shots here,” I tell him.

“Please,” he purrs, causing desire to curl in my belly. “Please tell me what’s happening.”

Anticipation causes goosebumps to explode on my arms, and I can’t wait for what’s coming next.

Chapter three

Pixie

Saffy’s fingertips graze my mid-drift as she gathers up the hem of my shirt to draw it over my head. I lift my arms to help her and am rewarded with the brush of her hands down the underside of my arms and my sides once she’s cast my clothing aside. I sigh with pleasure.

“She’s taken my shirt off and is stroking my sides.”

Our eyes meet, and it’s one hundred times hotter to be commentating the whole experience. It makes it even more real when I talk through what she’s doing to me. Like my body and my mind both know what’s happening. I’m having to process each movement she makes to be able to tell Cam. This is not a time for mindless pleasure, and it helps me stay grounded in the moment.

“She’s stroking a hand down my face and running her thumb over my bottom lip.” My words are muffled with her hand in the way, but I’m certain Cam can hear me because he groans.

“If I was untied right now, I’d join in and we’d both worship you, Pixie. Would you like that?”

“Yes.” I don’t even need to think about my answer, hoping that by the end of this evening, I find myself between them both.

“What’s she doing now?”

“She’s cupping my breast through my bra.” A groan slips out as she fondles me, causing my nipples to stiffen.

“Take it off her, Saff. You know you want to.”

“How is it you’re still trying to control the situation while you’re over there, all tied up?” she asks him with a sarcastic tone. But even with the snark, her hands reach round behind to unlatch my bra and ease the straps down my arms.

I’m bare from the waist up. She casts my bra aside and pauses to look at me. Goosebumps break out across my arms as her gaze smoulders.

“Fuck, Cam,” she mutters.

“What?”

“She’s stunning. She’s tiny; a proper little pixie. With magical lilac-coloured hair and green eyes that sparkle.” I squirm, awkwardness making an appearance at being the subject of their chatter.

“Is she naked yet?” His tone is urgent, tugging the corners of my mouth into a smile. His obsession with me being naked heats my blood. This man hasn’t even seen me yet, and he wants me. There’s a power in that.

“Patience.” Saffy’s voice is commanding. Her previous huskiness disappears with the order. And my underwear gets even more damp.Is she going to order me around too? Will I like it?Our eyes meet, and she places a finger over her lips in a shushing motion. Her brows raise as she reaches her hands toward the fastening of my jeans. I nod, knowing what she’s requesting. I draw in a shaky breath as she loosens the button,and the rasp of my zip being drawn down is loud in the otherwise quiet room. Cam lets out a moan and another low “fuck”.

Her hands push inside my jeans on either side, and she eases them down. She kneels at my feet to remove each leg. She may be the one on her knees, but we all know that she’s the one in charge here. She’s the one who has brought us all together this evening, and she clearly has plans for the both of us.

“She’s wet, Cam.” The huskiness is back. “Her underwear is ruined.” His groan reverberates through his chest. “Do you want to taste?”

“So fucking much,” he declares, and I’m amazed how someone completely at the mercy of others can still sound so commanding.