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  Since she had taken advantage of his distraction to close her legs again, he wrenched them open. “If you don’t listen, I’ll tie your legs open, too,” he chastised. “Understand?”

  She strained against the gold. She was pampered, used to the silk of his ties or scarves. This was brutal and cold. Perfect. “Yes.”

  Wyatt kissed her neck. “Remy, let that woman off your dick so she can see how pretty this pussy is.”

  Remy's hand tightened in Akira's hair. “Fuck you, no. The only way she's getting off my dick is if she makes me come.” He shook Akira's head. “Did you hear that? Do you want to see what they're doing?”

  A frantic nod.

  “Then work for it.”

  Akira redoubled her efforts.

  Remy relaxed further and zeroed in on Tatiana's pussy. “She is stunning, Akira. I’d love to get my tongue in her.”

  “Tough shit.” Despite his cold denial, Wyatt slid his fingers up and down Tatiana’s slit, holding her open, advertising her creaminess. Taunting the other man with what he couldn’t have.

  Remy's breath started to come faster. Clearly Akira wasn't fooling around anymore. His hips worked, thrusting up into her mouth. Akira made a choking sound, and Remy gave a mean laugh. “Fuck yeah. Choke on that dick.”

  “This is obscene,” Tatiana breathed.

  Wyatt rested his chin on her shoulder. “Good. That’s what you like, isn’t it?”

  Yes. “No.”

  “No?” Wyatt spread her wider. “Aren’t you wet?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Does she look wet to you, Remy?”

  Remy moaned. “Extremely.”

  Wyatt looked down her body. “I think he’s right, sweetheart. Let me check.” Wyatt’s hand moved lower, two thick fingers sliding easily inside her before withdrawing. He held the shiny digits up so she could see the liquid on them. “Look at that. Your pussy’s dying for some cock, isn’t it?”

  She shook her head. “No.”

  He brought his fingers to her lips, painting them with her own lube. “I think you’re lying.”

  He inserted the two fingers into her mouth, and she sucked them, eager to tempt him into losing control.

  He pressed his lips against her ear, his hot whisper making her shiver. “Do you know what I do to bad girls who lie?”

  Remy hissed out a curse. “Shit, I’m coming.” He stopped his partner’s head from rising. “No. Not yet.” He thrust up twice and tensed, his face contorting as he came.

  He breathed out and relaxed when it was over, releasing Akira. She immediately sat back on her heels, head lowered submissively.

  Remy tossed the condom in the wastebasket near the couch, stood and shucked off his clothes until he stood in front of them nude. His body was more muscular than Wyatt’s, but he was shorter. His cock was pretty, thick even when half-hard, shiny with his come.

  Wyatt chuckled. “I don’t think you’re listening to me, Tatiana.”

  “What?” she asked absently.

  Remy sat back down on the couch and stroked Akira’s head. “You did such a good job, Akira. Come up here and sit on my lap so you can watch.”

  The woman stood and moved hurriedly to Remy, as if she feared the man would change his mind. She straddled him with her back to Remy, her long legs on either side of his.

  She was mirroring Tatiana’s position. Tatiana inhaled, ready to combust.

  “Tatiana,” Wyatt said.

  She immediately responded to the controlled violence in the one word. “Yes.”

  “What do I do to bad girls?” he repeated.

  She licked her lips, savoring the taste of her own body. “You spank them.”

  “And then?”

  “You fuck them,” she gasped out, the words barely audible.

  “That’s right.” He pressed his thumb on her clit and rotated it. “I’m going to give you another chance. You want this, don’t you? Want everyone to see what a slut you are for my cock?”

  Yes, yes, yes. She breathed in deep, her thighs tensing. His touch was too light to make her actually come. “No.”

  He stopped, hands lifting off her needy pussy. “Wrong answer.” He raised his head. “Akira. Come here.”

  Tatiana’s breath stopped.

  The woman glanced over her shoulder, not moving until Remy nodded at her and slapped her ass, the noise lewd and fleshy. Then she got down on her hands and knees, crawling over to their chair.

  Wyatt leaned in closer and whispered in her ear. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

  “I want it,” she whispered, ready to pass out from excitement. “I’ll tell you if it’s more than I’m willing to do.”

  Satisfied, he looked over her shoulder at Akira, who was sitting between her open legs, her avaricious gaze on every inch of Tatiana’s spread, naked body.

  “I need an extra set of hands,” Wyatt explained kindly. “Don’t finger her or touch her in any other way. Hold her pussy lips open for me.”

  Dear God, was he trying to kill her? She rubbed her ass against him. His cock was steel hard at her back, but as always, he had iron control over his needs.

  Fingers, softer than Wyatt’s, brushed over the curls on her mound. Those slender fingers landed on either side of her pussy and pushed the lips open.

  Tatiana strained against her bonds, tilting her head back, but he was a solid force behind her. That touch alone, that foreign, unfamiliar touch, was enough to shoot her through the stratosphere.

  “Thank you, Akira,” he said, ever the gentleman, and then brought his hand down with a sharp crack over her pussy.

  Her body tightened, and on the second slap she came, twisting against his hard arm around her and the metal that bound her tightly.

  She came back to earth to find Akira still holding her spread open. Wyatt lazily inserted three fingers inside her and thrust a few times, giving her clit time to lose its oversensitivity after her climax.

  “You let her come like that?” Remy tsked. “Akira doesn’t so much as think of coming without my say-so.”

  Akira’s snort was low, but obvious. Tatiana gave a weak smile.

  “I’m a kinder man than you,” Wyatt explained.

  “Obviously.”

  “That doesn’t mean she gets away with two spanks though.” He spoke to Akira. “Wider.”

  Cool air rushed over her pussy as the woman obeyed. He raised his hand and started, the blows of his cupped palm delivering the bite of pain she needed. He was careful not to let her get used to any kind of rhythm, alternating sharp, quick blows with longer grinds, using his other hand to play with her tits.

  Akira’s fingers sometimes moved, readjusting their position, and the glance of her long nails or the hot puff of her breath as she exhaled made Tatiana want to scream with agonized arousal.

  Remy lolled on the couch like a pasha, his hand jacking his rapidly hardening cock. Silent now, he watched with a predatory gaze as Wyatt delivered his punishment and she took her pleasure.

  She came three more times as he spanked her, until her world was focused to the feel of his hand slapping her wet cunt and the never-ending stream of climaxes it delivered. She didn’t realize she was crying until he stopped and wiped her cheek. “Whoa. Okay?”

  Not Wyatt the conqueror’s voice here, but Wyatt her lover. She nodded and swallowed her tears. “Yes.”

  “Sure?”

  There was real concern, worry that he had gone too far. She loved him for it, even if it was wildly unnecessary. She turned her head so only he could hear. “I’m having the time of my life, and if you put the brakes on this now,” she whispered, “I may never speak to you again.”

  A dimple flashed, and then his coldness was back in place. “I don’t think you can deny how hot you are now, can you?”

  “No.” Her voice was small. She gave a shuddery sigh.

  “Do you want this?”

  “Yes.” Or that’s what she tried to say. It came out as an affirmative squeak.

 
“Who owns this body?”

  “You do.” Squeak, squeak.

  “Can I do whatever I want with it?”

  “Yes.”

  “I can tell Akira to eat you out. Or I can have you suck Remy’s cock.”

  Her breasts rose and fell. That last sentence was for show. Their boundaries, once set up, were ironclad until they said otherwise. So she didn’t have to think about her response. “Yes.”

  “I can fuck you in front of these two.”

  Akira’s fingers twitched on Tatiana’s pussy, and she flinched from the burst of illicit pleasure. “Yes.”

  “I can invite everyone downstairs. And fuck you in front of them.”

  “Yes.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I’m yours.”

  Wyatt’s teeth sank into her neck. “Good answer,” he growled. “Let her go,” he said to Akira.

  She released Tatiana and twisted to look at Remy, who nodded. “Come here, baby. You did a good job.” He stroked his condom-encased cock from root to tip. “Let me reward you.”

  Wyatt wrapped his hands around Tatiana’s hips and lifted her up to stand. She glanced over her shoulder at the rustle of clothing. With a few swift motions, he pulled his clothes off, kicking them aside to lie on the floor.

  Bias schmias. Wyatt’s body was better than Remy’s. Long and lean, with those rippling, sculpted muscles, his chest adorned with the perfect amount of hair.

  And that hard, thick cock. She shuddered. She was a slut for that cock. No lie.

  He stepped close, the heat of his body seeping into hers, and he worked at the knotted metal between her wrists.

  On the couch, Remy pushed Akira to her back, so one leg rested on the floor, the other wrapped around Remy’s hips. He pressed inside her, and she moaned, her red lips forming a small O.

  Wyatt pressed a hand between her shoulder blades. “Grab the back of the couch.”

  Eager to please, she bent over, her hands finding the slick leather. The position left her with her breasts almost hanging over the other woman’s face. Akira stared up at her, her hot black eyes objectifying Tatiana’s body and cataloguing her every expression.

  The smooth head of Wyatt’s cock traced between the seam of her buttocks, stealing Tatiana’s attention. “I want to fuck you in the ass,” he growled. “But I don’t think I can wait to lube you up properly.”

  Akira licked her lips, eyes falling to half-mast as Remy picked up the speed of his thrusts. Tatiana inhaled. “You can do whatever you want to me,” Tatiana breathed. “However you want.”

  Wyatt gave a dark chuckle. His cock moved lower, and he inserted the tip into her pussy. “It seems a shame to waste all this sweet wetness. You’re dripping for me.”

  Tatiana’s fingers tightened on the leather as Wyatt sank into her, his dick impossibly large after her multiple orgasms. He started fucking her in long, hard drives, the thick head of his cock almost pulling out of her before slamming back in. He was brutal, almost uncaring about her own pleasure. Exactly what she needed.

  Remy’s scalp brushed against her arm on his next pounding thrust, timed, she realized, to mimic Wyatt’s. “She looks nice getting fucked, doesn’t she?” Remy murmured to Akira.

  “So pretty.” Akira gave a small, secret grin. “I want to fuck her, too.”

  Wyatt gave a rough growl, used his grip on Tatiana’s hips to pull her up to stand, bent his knees and fucked up into her. A primitive mark of ownership. Tatiana tipped her head back and cried out at the savage pounding.

  Remy slowed his thrusts to appreciate the show, his eyes locked on her bouncing breasts. “Akira helped you so nicely. I don’t think you’re showing your thanks.”

  Wyatt slowed and pushed Tatiana down. Her hands slipped on the slick leather, desperate to find a grip. He pulled almost all the way out and then powered so deep inside she sank lower, her breasts dangled over the other woman’s mouth. “What do you say, Tatiana? Should we reward her a little for helping me punish you?”

  Yes, yes, yes. She nodded frantically.

  His hand stroked over her head, soothing her. “Then give her whatever you want her to have.”

  Her mind raced with erotic possibilities but finally settled on the simplest scenario. She lowered herself until her nipple brushed against the other woman’s mouth. Akira’s tongue darted out and licked her. Tatiana gave a sharp cry and arched her back, so her entire nipple could be given a similar treatment.

  Akira’s lips were full and soft, and there was no maidenly hesitation when she wrapped them around Tatiana. The woman knew what she was doing, sucking her hard and strong. Tatiana’s body would have collapsed had two large hands not wrapped around her arms and steadied her.

  “God,” Wyatt bit out. “Take whatever you want. I have you.”

  Wyatt’s short, rapid strokes told her he was close, and between the steady sucking at her tits, the restraining hands on her arms, the feeling of being watched and appreciated, Tatiana couldn’t stop the high, keening cry she gave. His cock brushed over her G-spot, and she sobbed. “There. Right there.”

  “Yes. Right here.” He circled his hips, working that spot until she tightened around the cock inside her and came.

  Wyatt ripped out of her and whipped her around, shoving her to her knees. “Your tits. I want it on you.”

  He jacked his cock, her lube making him slick and juicy. A couple of pumps with his own hand and he came, long and hard, his semen landing on her chest, which was already slick with sweat and Akira’s saliva.

  He fell to his knees and reached for her, massaging his come into the skin of her breasts and stomach, even dipping below to make sure her pussy was marked with his semen. He rested his forehead against hers, breathing hard. “Mine,” he sighed.

  “Yours,” she agreed.

  Their lips met in a kiss that was tender despite the sounds of renewed fucking behind them and the pulse of music, louder from when they’d arrived, vibrating beneath their knees. She pulled back and brushed his hair from his face, unable to tear her gaze away from his. Not even when Akira gave a small wail.

  He pressed a kiss against her thumb. “Thank you.”

  “I love—” No. She cut herself off. Not here. Not with other people in the room. This was far more intimate than sexual shenanigans. Far more serious than anything else they’d ever done.

  They’d traded the word love back and forth as children, and she wouldn’t diminish that. However, what she felt for him now was so much bigger than what it had been. Bigger than either of them.

  When you get home. Tell him tonight. Yes. That felt…right. No more lecturing herself. No more denying both of them. Giddiness made her beam. “I loved it. Thank you.”

  His answering smile was just as goofy as hers. “Good.”

  “God, I need a cigarette.” Remy’s hoarse voice reminded them both they weren’t alone. Tatiana glanced over to find him standing, hitching his pants up.

  Akira sat up, her face and body flushed but her cool composure back in place. “No smoking in here. Outside.”

  Remy picked up Akira’s dress and handed it to her with a chaste kiss against her cheek. “You can’t make an exception for the man who just fucked your brains out?”

  “Hm. No. My brains are still intact.”

  “Sounds like a challenge. Night is young, babe.”

  Her smirk was dangerous. “If you feel you need to prove something, I won’t stop you.”

  He whispered something to her before he turned to Wyatt and Tatiana. “You guys sticking around?”

  Tatiana shook her head. Wyatt had all her attention now. “We’ll be heading out.”

  Remy gave a mighty stretch and a cheerful grin, undaunted. “Right on. Thanks for inviting me. It’s been fun.”

  Wyatt inclined his head, arrogant despite their nudity. “Yes. Thank you for…” He trailed off.

  Tatiana pressed her face against Wyatt’s shoulder, hiding her grin at his uncharacteristic loss for words. “Playing along?�
� she suggested.

  Wyatt glanced down at her. “Yeah. That.”

  “My pleasure. Seriously.” Remy winked at her as he walked past them.

  Wyatt tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, the gesture tender. “Ready?”

  She shifted, aware of her too-sticky body. The drive home wouldn’t take them long, but the frothy material of her dress would make it an uncomfortable ride. “I need a Kleenex.”

  “There’s a restroom up here.” Akira had stood to languidly slip her sequined dress on. She pointed to the left.

  Wyatt helped Tatiana to her feet before scooping up their clothes. He stepped into his pants as she clutched her dress close. Tatiana stood on tiptoes to press a kiss against Wyatt’s jaw. “Be right back. I want to clean up.”

  He paused in buttoning his slacks to pass his hand over her ass. “Not too much.”

  “Oh, never. I know how you like me.”

  Wyatt admired the elegant line of Tatiana’s back and the round curve of her buttocks as she scurried to the bathroom. He finished fastening his pants and pulled his shirt on, frowning silently when her naked form disappeared from view. He wanted to wrap himself up in her again.

  “It’s so cute when a man moons after a woman.”

  Oh, right. He would have to go home to do that. Wyatt concentrated on the buttons of his shirt. His brain was foggy with sexual satisfaction and the pleasant exhaustion that came from hyper-focusing on his partner’s every response. Keeping his defenses up around Akira would be difficult, even if he hadn’t had the day he had. “I should thank you for arranging this.”

  “I didn’t do it for you.” A naughty smile tipped her lips. “I did it for Tatiana, and for me, because I like getting my hands on someone that hot. Though watching you fuck was nice. You’re good at it.”

  He paused and eyed Akira. On anyone else, the words could serve as a come-on, but he felt as though she was merely stating a fact. Curled up on the couch like a lazy cat, her bare legs tucked under her, she was sexy. Disheveled. Hot. But without Tatiana in the room, he didn’t have a lick of interest in stripping either of their clothes off again. “Thanks,” he said shortly.

  “I told her she was a lucky bitch at the gallery, to land you. But it’s the opposite. You’re the fortunate one.” Akira shivered, the sequins on her dress catching the light. “Is it always like that with you guys?”