Ah. This is how it’s going to play out.
I moan in my throat, my anticipation making me fidget between them. I incline my face up as his lips descend on mine, then I stop thinking and kiss Sebastian back. My breasts press into his chest, and his hands come up to caress my sides. Behind me, I can feel Daniel’s erection against my ass as his hands roam all over my body, his legs urging mine apart.
“Here’s how it’s going to work, Bailey,” Daniel rasps. “You can always say no, and we will stop. But until then, you’ll do as you are told. Okay?”
Fuck, fuck. Too much, too intense. I feel like I’m about to burn up from his dominant tone. Every bone in my body has melted into lava, and I’m only being held up by their bodies.
Sebastian’s eyes search my face. “If you want us to stop,” he says reassuringly, “we will. We want you to be turned on.”
In an odd way, their dominance soothes me. I feel very inexperienced, but they are telling me I don’t need to worry about anything. All I need to do is obey.
“What turns you on?”
“You do.” Daniel’s voice whispers, nibbling my ear till I’m grinding against him like I’m in heat. Which, to be fair, is exactly right. “You turn me on.”
“What should we do with her?” Sebastian asks, his voice amused but with a distinctly ragged undertone.
“Take her top off,” Daniel suggests.
Sebastian promptly moves in front of me. “Lift your hands up, princess,” he says. I obey, and his fingers find the hem of my shirt, tugging it over my head. This is so much like my fantasy. “And the bra too, I think.”
They pause for an instant, no doubt to give me an opportunity to protest. But the time for protestations is past, and besides, despite my inexperience, I’m hardly going to act like a blushing virgin. I came to Daniel’s place fully aware of what was on offer. I knew there were two of them, and if I’d stopped to think about it, I could have even guessed that they would be all dominant and alpha in the bedroom. I knocked on Daniel’s door knowing all of that. I nod. “Yes,” I whisper. “The bra too.”
“Good girl.” Daniel’s voice is encouraging. He inhales sharply as Sebastian moves behind me to unclasp my bra, letting it slide to the floor. “Fuck,” he groans. “Those are fantastic tits. Touch them, Sebastian.”
Sebastian doesn’t need any prompting. His hands circle my body and pin me in place, my back touching his chest. His fingers tease my nipples, pinching and pulling, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. “What pretty breasts,” he growls. “I could stay here and play with them for hours… Would you like that, Bailey? Would you like to be taken right up against the edge? Again and again?”
No. I want to orgasm now. Though my clitoris hasn’t been touched, and I never come without direct stimulation, I’m at the edge now, and my entire body trembles. “Yes,” I moan. I’ll agree to anything. Anything as long as either of them parts my legs and touches my cunt.
Daniel’s hands hoist me onto the pool table. His fingers curl around the hem of my skirt, lifting it up so it bunches around my waist. Sebastian claws at my panties, pushing them down to my knees, then still lower, until I kick them off frantically, unwilling to let a scrap of fabric come between me and my reward.
I have no idea what’s come over me, but I’m burning up. My lust crackles like a sparkler on a dark night, all sharp edges and fierce sounds. I’m moaning, panting as one of them slides a finger into me. “So ready,” Daniel marvels. Is that Daniel’s finger? If so, where’s Sebastian?
My legs are being parted. A tongue runs at my slit, nibbles at my labia. “I’m going to drip on the surface,” I worry.
A sharp smack on my inner thigh makes me bite my lip. That felt unexpectedly good. If that’s what a spanking feels like, I want one.
Then the tongue touches my clitoris, and thinking becomes impossible. Mouth and lips feasting on me. Fingers pistoning in and out of my cunt. Hands gripping my knees, forcing them open. The faint scratch of the wool of the tabletop against my naked ass.