Page 209 of Theirs to Desire (Club M: Boxed Set)

SOPHIA

“ R eady for more?”

Julian’s question hangs in the air.

For a decade, everything about that night with them has played in a non-stop loop in my memory. Even when I was hurt—even when I was angry—I haven’t been able to forget about my threesome with them.

And now, I get more of it.

“Yes,” I choke out around Damien’s cock.

Julian’s nails rake down my back again. “And how hard do you want to play, Sophia?”

They’ll stop the second I want them to. Julian and Damien would never do anything to make me uncomfortable.

They might inflict pain, but it will always be a pain I crave.

They might spank my ass, but I will thrill after each harsh stroke.

Their cocks might choke my throat, but only because I want it.

They might make me cry, but the tears, when they fall, will be cathartic.

I know this with every fiber of my being.

I hoist myself off Damien’s cock long enough to say, “Do your worst.”

Damien chuckles softly, and then his voice turns steely. “Did I give you permission to move your mouth from my cock?”

A thrill shoots through me. I’m such a sucker for that tone. They only have to order me around, and I turn into a wet, whimpering mess. And they know it.

Something hot drops on my spine. For a second, fire blooms at the point of contact. I exhale in a rush, and another drop falls on my back.

It’s a candle, dripping wax on my skin.

Oh, God, yes.

I start to turn, trying to see Julian’s face, but Damien shakes his head. “No, sweet Sophia,” he says. There’s no give in his voice, none at all. The easy charm and the quick smiles are hidden under a layer of sternness. “I want your attention on my cock.”

I’m so turned on that I can’t breathe. I can’t think. My mind is lost, submerged under a haze of need. I suck Damien’s cock into my mouth again. “Good girl,” he says approvingly.

His fingers tangle in my hair, but he’s not fucking my throat as much as reminding me that he can.

Julian rakes a path down my back with his nails and immediately follows it with a drizzle of hot wax. I squirm as relentless pleasure winds through me. The heat fades quickly as the wax hardens, but inside me, an inferno blazes.

Then something cold and wet trails over my skin.

Ice.

“I want you to feel every minute of this, Sophia,” Julian says. “I want you to take everything I’m giving you, and I want you greedy for more.”

“Yes,” I sob around Damien’s thick cock. “Yes, please, yes.”

“You need my permission to come,” he adds with wicked amusement. “Got it?”

I wanted to be pushed, and I’m going to get my wish. I’m not going to survive this.

I suck Damien’s length into my mouth. The tension rises. I’m drunk with the sheer eroticism of the moment. I’ve never been so wet, so swollen, so desperate.

Hot wax. Cold ice. Julian is a master craftsman, these are his tools, and I’m the lucky recipient of his fiendish imagination.

Fire and ice. Pain and pleasure. I’m balanced on a knife’s edge, aching and needy.

Lust builds inside me, filling me to the brim, and I bob my head faster on Damien’s cock, focusing on his moans and grunts to keep my orgasm at bay.

“Of course,” Julian continues. “You’ve already come once today, haven’t you? So you can ask for permission, and you can beg, but you won’t be allowed to orgasm before Damien does.”

Damien chuckles, a strained edge in his voice. “Damn you, Julian,” he grinds out. “Okay, fine. Let’s make this interesting.”

Interesting? They’re jerks, both of them. Damien was close. Now he’s determined not to come, and I have no doubt he has awe-inspiring levels of self-control.

“Julian, please,” I whimper around the thick cock in my mouth. “I can’t. . .”

“Do you know how wet you are?” he growls. “You’re drenched. Soaked. Spread your legs for me. That’s a good girl. Bend your knees. Yes, just like that.”

Julian wraps another of Damien’s silk ties around my ankles. He feeds one end of the improvised rope through the restraints at my wrists, tying them together. His hands are on my knees, spreading them apart, wider and wider, until I feel cool air on my pussy.

Oh, fuck. Julian isn’t going to. . .?

Yes, he is.

A drop of wax lands on my swollen pussy.

I yelp. It’s an instinctive response. I brace for a wave of pain to overtake me, but it doesn’t come. Instead, there’s just more pleasure. More heat, more intensity. More everything.

Fuck me. What do I have to do to get Damien to come? I suck in my cheeks and bob my head faster. I need him to erupt. If he doesn’t come, neither will I, and I’m desperate. If my hands were free, I’d stroke his balls and do my best to speed this up, but of course, my hands are restrained.

I feel liquid being drizzled in the crack between my cheeks. Oil, not wax. It’s slick, and it’s warm, and I squirm again. “You want both of us, Sophia?” Julian’s fingers work the oil into my tight hole, loosening me. Preparing me for his cock. Preparing me for both their cocks.

Damien plays with my nipples, plucking them between his fingers. He squeezes my breasts, using them as a lever to force me deeper onto his cock. He’s fucking my face now, and I love it.

A fresh wave of pure arousal washes over me. I start to clench. A familiar tension builds in my core, and I clamp down on Julian’s finger. . .

He yanks it away. “Were you going to come without permission?” he asks with cool interest.

“I’m sorry,” I whimper through a mouthful of cock.

I’ve only done this with Julian and Damien.

I’ve only lost control this way around them.

They’re watching me unravel—no, they’re making me unravel—and it’s so deeply intimate.

This is not sex; it’s so much more. They’re squeezing every bit of pleasure from my body, and I love it.

I hear the sound of a condom wrapper tear. “Sophia?” Julian asks. “Yes or no?”

I don’t know if he wants my pussy or my ass, but either way, the answer is an enthusiastic yes.

I spread my knees open in deliberate invitation.

Julian groans out loud and slams into my pussy.

Lightning explodes behind my eyes. I suck Damien’s cock between my lips as the other man plows into me, his strokes deep and hard and powerful.

Each thrust pushes me deeper onto Damien’s cock. I’m tied up. Spread open. I can’t move, even if I wanted to. It’s wild and uncontrolled and a little scary, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever done.

Shivers roll through my trembling body. Julian’s fingers grip my hips as he pounds me.

His nails rake down my back again, and bits of hardened wax fall from my skin.

Damien’s fingers work their magic on my tender nipples.

I know I’m supposed to ask for permission.

I know I’m not supposed to come. But I don’t think I can hold off.

My climax is hurtling toward me like a tsunami, and there is nothing I can do to stop it.

Damien’s thrusts speed up, his self-control finally fraying. “If you don’t want to swallow, now’s the time to say something,” he says, sounding strained. His expression is one of raw need. In response, I lick the underside of his cock and take him down my throat. I want him; I want this.

He erupts in my mouth. I swallow his cum, my entire body ablaze. I need. . . I want. . . I cannot hold on. . .

Julian’s fingers find my swollen, throbbing clit. “Such a good girl,” he breathes. “Come for us, sweet Sophia.”

For the second time that evening, I fall apart.

“I thought you were going to fuck my ass,” I say to Julian when I’ve caught my breath. They’ve untied me, and I’m sitting on the couch, naked, next to a just-as-naked Damien Cardenas. I feel deliciously satisfied. Decadently sated.

“It was tempting,” he says. His cock is jutting out, stiff and proud, the condom glistening with my juices.

“And you didn’t come.”

He laughs softly. “Again, it was tempting.” He gets to his feet and grabs three bottles of water from the refrigerator. Good idea. I take the bottle he offers me and drain half of it in one gulp.

“Why didn’t you?”

This time, it’s Damien who responds. He gives me a truly heart-stopping smile. “You don’t think we’re done, do you? It’s been ten years, Sophia. I hope you don’t plan on sleeping tonight because we’re just getting started.”

Sunlight streams in through the window when I wake up. Damien is nowhere to be seen, but Julian is fast asleep.

I tiptoe out of bed, shower quickly, and get dressed in my freshly laundered clothes.

I head downstairs, following the smell of coffee to the kitchen.

Damien sits at the table, laptop open and notes strewn all around him.

He looks up when I come in and gives me a blinding smile.

“Good morning, Sophia. Did you sleep well?”

“Not at all,” I tell him. “I was with two really hot guys, we were having amazing sex, and they kept me up far too late.”

His lips twitch. “Sounds like you need a cup of coffee.”

He starts to get up, and I wave him back into his seat. “I can grab this.” I glance at the piles of paper. “Do you find it difficult, working remotely?”

“It shouldn't be,” he says. “It’s complicated. It's a family company. When my father died, my mother wanted to retire. Except she’s not good at letting go of the reins. She says she doesn’t want to be involved, but she wants me to do things the way they’ve always been done.

” He grimaces. “I love my mother, but she can drive me nuts sometimes.”

“You’re not the CEO, though, right?”

“Correct. That’s Tomas, my mother’s husband.”

I tilt my head to the side. “Julian said you run around covering for his mistakes.”

“Did he?” he asks dryly. “Julian’s one to talk.”

I don’t know if this is a sensitive topic, so I change the subject. “He’s still asleep. He looked pretty dead to the world.”

“He would be. He said he didn't get much sleep on the red-eye.”

“Red-eye?”