Page 108 of Wanted

I squirmed. “Please, fuck me with your fingers?”

“Bad princess.”

The curse word earned me another round of strikes against my already sensitive cheeks. When Fylox finished, he dipped two fingers below. Once again, he teased me, tracing lines. I gasped when his fingers plunged into me. His thumb reached my clit, robbing me of my sanity.

Alex strolled into the living room as Fylox had his fingers deep inside my pussy. This was his idea of aftercare; after hurting me with his spanking, he played with my folds to grant me release.

I was about to come right as Alex sat down next to us, chirping sounds filling my ears. How many bowls was he carrying?

Focusing on Fylox’s fingers in my pussy, I bit my lip. Alex took a seat on the sofa, not far from us. His long fingers reached out for my chin, lifting it to meet his curious eyes. “Are you being a good girl for Fylox?”

“Not really.” “Definitely.” Fylox and I spoke at the same time, causing Alex to chuckle at us.

“Are you letting her finish, or are you going to torture her some more?” Alex asked, tilting his head to the side.

I received my answer when I came without any consequences. Fylox lazily stroked my wet folds. “Get up, princess. You can put your dress back on, but the panties are going off.”

I removed myself from Fylox’s lap, the dizziness not letting me go. I adjusted my clothes, sliding out of my messy thong. I held it in my hand, ready to discard it in my washing room.

“Give it to me.”

My eyes widened at Fylox’s request.

“I’ll wash it for you,” he added. He tucked them into the pocket of his sweatpants.

“You two are weird,” Alex commented, snatching an apple piece from the fruit bowls. I watched him chew and swallow it. “But I like it that way.”

Holding onto Fylox’s shoulders, I settled between them. Fylox put his fingers on my lip, begging for entrance. I parted my lips, and I sucked him clean of my wetness. I didn’t like doing this to just about anyone.

“Time for dinner.”

“I wouldn’t call a couple of apples, bananas, and oranges a main dish,” Alex commented, handing Fylox a bowl. Then he gave me mine. “We should probably ask my aunt if she can fix us up with a meal. I’m not in the right mindset to cook today.”

My fingers couldn’t stop trembling, and my fork clattered against the bowl.

Next to me, Fylox started consuming his fruit. His lips were so full. They felt impeccable against my skin. Why didn’t he ever kiss me?

“Baby?” Alex addressed me.

I tilted my head in Alex’s direction. I felt fingers grip my shaking wrist. I noticed that Fylox placed his bowl on the coffee table. It was still overflowing with fruit. He’d only taken one bite. “Allow me.”

I shook my head. Fylox insisted, and he removed the bowl from my grip to feed me. He gestured. “On my lap.”

Alex complained, “Man, you just stopped playing.”

“Does she look like she’s calmed down?” Fylox asked. Alex cursed under his breath. I shifted, holding on to Fylox’s upper body as I climbed on his lap. My cheeks were on fire from what we’d done earlier, but it didn’t bother me. I was almost catatonic down there.

My fingers still shook.

“He can’t hurt you,” Fylox stated.

“You don’t know what he can or cannot do,” I croaked. I was allowed to speak, wasn’t I?

“Open your mouth.” He had a portion ready for me to consume. I parted my lips, and I took my bite, carefully chewing. Glancing at Alex, who had prepared the fruit for us, I felt a warmth inside me. “I know what he’s capable of, princess. He underestimates us.”

“Aram threatened you,” I blurted out.

“It doesn’t matter,” Fylox countered. Another portion of fruit arrived.