Page 17 of Filthy Rich Daddies

Every time I make a woman come, no matter the method, there’s a sense ofmine-ness about it. This one in particular definitely feels like mine. And I like sharing what’s mine.

“Dean, come down here.”

He nods once, his eyes still on her body. We lie on opposite sides of her. It gives us the best angle. We each take a side of her pussy, sliding our fingers into her at the same time, then prying her wide open. And then, I blow.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” pours out of her mouth like a prayer as she shivers.

I give Dean a nod, and he backs away right as I give her wet pussy a tiny smack. She cries out, jolted. And wetter. So much wetter. I give her another, and she shudders. I lap up every drop like she’s my personal fountain. “Such a good girl, baby.”

Colin’s backed off just enough to watch me work. “She is. I think she deserves a treat.”

“Something special in mind?” I ask.

“Be right back.” He hurries to the closet where we left our luggage.

“No telling what he has in mind, baby. Do you deserve to come again before he comes back?”

“Please,” she whimpers, her eyes glued to me.

This time, I use three fingers to plow into her. Her back arcs from the bed—as much as it can, bound the way she is. Dean sucks her clit into his mouth while I fingerfuck her. I use some ofher wetness on my pinky to enter her ass, and her cries go from breathy to something straight from her soul as she comes again. The sound rips through the four of us, turning the energy of the room on its head.

I want to pound into her body, a hammer on a nail. My cock has been aching since the last time I came, but I’ve ignored the need. I live for getting my subs off in whatever way I see fit, because they’re mine. Every orgasm, every gasping breath. Mine. When she throbs around my fingers, it’s damn near enough to get me off.

But then Colin murmurs, “Oh yeah. That’s it, sweets. Now, we’re gonna have some real fun.” He pulls out a rabbit vibrator and a thigh strap.

Dean gives her a hard suck before peeling himself off her clit with a pop. He smirks at Colin. “Are we going to paint?”

“Well, you did all the hard work of preparing the canvas. I’d hate to let that go to waste.”

“Good timing.” I slowly swirl my fingers out of her, making sure she’s hyperaware of the lack of being filled. Her begging whimpers are sweet music. “Don’t worry, baby. We’re taking care of you, remember?”

She pants, her brow sparkling with exertion sweat. “What? There’s more?”

“Sweets, you have no idea,” Colin assures her. Dean and I step aside to let him work, and he ties the strap to her thighs. “Don’t worry—none of our toys have been used on others.”

She blinks a few times as if to clear her vision. “Toys?”

“Hold still.” He slides the vibrator portion of the rabbit into her.

She gasps. “Cold!”

“You’ll warm up soon.” He turns that setting on via his phone. “Better?”

“Oh. Oh wow.”

“Just wait.” He binds the toy to the thigh strap, making it impossible for the toy to fall or be pushed out. Then, he adjusts it so the rabbit ears rest against her clit just so. “How’s that?”

Her brow lines. “I don’t know. It’s different. I’m so sensitive, I’m not sure?—”

A low buzzing sound permeates the air.

“Oh, shit!”

Dean huffs a laugh. “Surprised?”

“Um, yeah.”

“May I?” I ask Colin as I reach for his phone.