Page 28 of The Viscount, the Blacksmith, and the Lady

“Xenia, you have us both wrapped around your finger... and inside other parts,” Simon added with a deep chuckle.

Owen couldn’t help but laugh, even as he felt the weight of his own desire threatening to overwhelm him. “Yes, Zee, you’ve got us both right where you want us.”

She bit her lip, watching them with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation. Owen wondered what she thought about the way they treated her. Did she like when Simon became bossy? He trusted her outspoken manner to say something if she was unhappy or uncomfortable.

She propped herself on her arms. “Then don’t keep me waiting. Show me how badly you want me.”

Simon’s eyes gleamed as he looked at Owen. “Restrain her wrists above her head.”

Owen hesitated only for a moment before complying, his grip firm yet gentle around Zee’s delicate wrists. He could feel the heat of her skin against his own and sensed her submission to their desires. As he held her there, he positioned himself so that he could watch Simon’s next move.

“Is this to your liking, my lord?” she purred, opening her legs to him.

“Very much so.” A slow smile spread across Simon’s face.

As Owen watched his friend take control, a flicker of doubt crossed his mind. Would Simon expect to be in charge every time they gathered at his house now? The thought made him uneasy. While watching Zee submit to another’s command was undeniably arousing, he wasn’t eager to follow orders himself. He considered the possibility of sneaking her away to his own home, where they could make love on their own terms. But first, he knew he needed to discuss the matter with Simon.

He couldn’t tear his gaze away from the sensual tableau before him. Simon’s powerful hands glided over Zee’s exposed, quivering flesh, her eyes half-lidded and lips parted. He alternated deep pressure with featherlight touches, judging from the impressions around his fingers.

“Tell me what you want, Xenia,” Simon said, dipping his head to taste her open cunny with a languid lick, eliciting a soft moan from Zee’s throat. He lifted her legs gently, pushing them apart and leaving her vulnerable to his every whim. Owen felt a surge of arousal at the sight, his heart pounding in time with the rapid beat of Zee’s pulse in her wrists.

“Please, Simon, I want... I need...” she gasped.

“Go on,” Simon urged. He traced his fingertips along her inner thighs, spreading her wetness and lightly grazing her clit in a teasing touch that left her writhing beneath his hand. “You have no trouble telling us what to do. What do you want?”

“Touch me... there,” she finally managed to whisper, her cheeks flushed at the admission. She looked as though she had bared not only her body but her soul to the two men who held her in their command.

“Such a good girl,” Simon praised, rewarding her honesty with a firmer caress of her delicate flesh. His movements were deliberate, designed to stoke the flames of her passion until it consumed her.

Simon’s eyes met Owen’s as he positioned himself at Zee’s entrance. A surge of excitement rippled through him, and Owen couldn’t help but hold his breath in anticipation, as if it was his cock going in. With a firm grip on her hips, Simon looked deeply into her eyes.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Simon thrust inside her, filling her completely. The moan that escaped her lips was music to Owen’s ears, a symphony of pleasure that stirred him to his core.

“Attend to Owen now, dear girl,” Simon instructed.

Owen released her wrists and crawled closer to her head. She stretched out her arm, her eyes heavy with lust, her fingers wrapping around his length as she guided him toward her mouth. Her lips parted, and Owen felt the warmth of her breath on his skin just before she took him into her mouth.

“God, Zee...” Owen moaned, unable to contain his pleasure. Her mouth was like velvet, soft and welcoming, but it was her wicked tongue that truly drove him mad. It danced along his length, teasing and tantalizing him with every stroke.

“Beautiful,” Simon murmured, his own pleasure evident as he continued to move within her. “You’re both so beautiful together.”

The room seemed to pulse with an electric current, the air thick with desire and anticipation as the two men stroked in and out of Zee. Owen’s heart raced, his breath coming in shallow pants as he watched his cock sliding between her lips.

Suddenly Simon withdrew and crossed the room, rummaging in a drawer beside the bed. Moaning in satisfaction, he held up a vial. Owen’s eyes widened as recognition dawned—it was oil, and he knew what they intended to do next. His cock twitched with renewed vigor at the thought of taking Zee in her bottom. He’d toyed with her with his fingers, and was eager to feel that tight passage around his cock.

“Are you ready for this?” Simon asked, his eyes burning with intensity.

“More than ready. More importantly, is she?” Owen asked.

Simon nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. “I told her recently that you would soon pleasure her there.”

Owen pulled his erection out of her mouth. “Is that so, Zee? Are you eager for more than a finger in that beautiful arse?”

Her eyes widened, and she looked to where Simon had resumed his spot between her legs. She licked her lips, nodding as if she wasn’t quite certain.

The wind in a tree outside cast shadows on the walls as Simon climbed onto the bed, his eyes alight with a sensual hunger. He moved between Zee’s spread thighs. Holding the vial of oil in one hand, he poured a bit onto his fingers and rubbed his hands together, warming the slick substance. “Grab your knees and lift your hips, dear.”

She did, and Owen could see her glistening cunny now. He licked his lips and fisted his cock.