Page 134 of Cruel Pleasures

“Did you enjoy yourself, minx? You rode that cock like a pro.”

My cheeks warm as I question if I should be flattered or mortified the other man I’ve been sleeping with was watching such an unfiltered moment. We’re by no means exclusive and he’s known—and participated—in what goes on in playroom six.

But it feels like a different thing altogether that he watched Ryu and I fuck without our knowledge.

I settle on the former.

I did ride Ryu’s dick like a damn pro, and I’m proud of it.

My lips curl to return his smirk. “I’m glad you enjoyed the show.”

“I did, minx. And I’m going to enjoy what happens next even more. I believe I said it was my turn.”

It occurs to me that I’m still perched atop Ryu and that his dick’s still inside me. He hasn’t said a word, his expression unreadable and his eyes cloudier than I’ve ever seen him. The residual effects of his orgasm haven’t passed.

I climb off him and notice how my tender pussy throbs at what could be next. Already it aches to be filled all over again.

“What do you want?”

“Come here, minx.”

Glancing at Ryu first, I crawl off the bed and go to him. Archer’s right brow tics up in approval.

“Something told me I’d leave for a few minutes and find out Ry was balls deep inside you,” he says with the casual air of someone discussing the weather forecast. “You’ve been naughty. Which is why I thought to bring a special gift.”

He holds up what’s a generously sized, spear-shaped anal plug. It’s a beautiful rose gold metallic shade that glints in the low lighting of the room, mesmerizing me from the second I set sights on it.

My belly roils like I’ve been lifted off the ground suddenly and spun in the air.

Oh… my god.

I’ve done anal with past partners, but it’s always been an infrequent occurrence. Something I engaged in here and there and never regularly. The other night when Archer did it, I had squealed and squirmed in the rope binds.

It had been so intense, it was painful in the most pleasurable way. I had come twice.

But am I really ready for more? And with a plug of this size?

It’ll be like taking him all over again.

Archer must read my mind, because he laughs and gives the plug a taunting twirl.

“I really enjoyed fucking your ass the other night. But you were so tight, minx. Almost uncomfortably so. Let’s get you opened up,” he says. The dark humor bleeds into his expression and drips from his tone. He glances past me at Ryu on the bed. “Ry, are you open to using your expertise and giving a helping hand? It seems like this work best as a team effort.”

My heart races faster as I peek over my shoulder to find that Ryu’s nodded. He’s returned from his orgasmic haze and is ready to participate.

Fuckkkk. What have I gotten myself into?

“On your knees, minx,” Archer commands. “Take my cock out. You know what to do next.”

He drops the throw pillow from the armchair on the floor and I almost smile gratefully as I do as he says and lower myself to my knees.

My hands feel unsteady and shaky as I hold his gaze and roll down the band of the sweatpants he’s put on. His large appendage flops out, already thick with arousal, the veins curled up the shaft protruding more than usual. Precum glistens enticingly across the tip, earning a lick of my lips.

Suddenly, I’m very, very hungry—and the thing my appetite calls for is Archer’s beautiful dick in my mouth.

My body bends forward so that I’m half in his lap, wedged between his legs, still on my knees. I don’t shy away from eye contact as I wrap my fingers around his girth and begin stroking him.

My grip’s relaxed. My stroke’s slow.