Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 148397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 742(@200wpm)___ 594(@250wpm)___ 495(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 742(@200wpm)___ 594(@250wpm)___ 495(@300wpm)
A month ago, I’d fucked Ily against one of the posts of the wishing well, putting on a show just in case. Our show had turned into truth, and I’d made her come hard enough to reward me with one of her G-spot orgasms.
My stomach clenched as we stepped into the centre of the maze.
“Should’ve brought a few drinks with us.” I smiled at my twin flame. “Gotten tipsy and enjoyed our own celebration.”
“What celebration?” Her adorable nose wrinkled.
“Our four-month anniversary is coming up.”
She cracked a smile all while her eyes pooled with sadness. “So it is.”
Stepping into her, I whispered, “I don’t know if I have the strength to last till Christmas.”
“Ugh, me either.” She pressed her forehead against my chest before stepping back. “But…we will.”
I sighed. “I know. We don’t have a choice.”
Her hands went to her jumper hem, her lashes flirting. “Want to put on another show for anyone watching?”
My cock twitched.
Despite the lifestyle of this place—full of daily sex and games of pain—I never lost the urge for more. Apart from the month where Victor was gone and I’d drowned beneath depression, I took Ily often. I fucked her every night because being inside her gave me just enough strength to survive another day.
“Fine.” I gave her a black smile. “Strip and lean over the picnic table.” Unbuckling my belt, I pulled the leather from the loops of my slacks. “Five strikes before I fuck you.”
She shuddered.
Her eyes glowed as bright as two suns.
Our chill vanished thanks to our blood burning.
“Yes, Master H.” Giving me a sinful smirk, she padded toward the table and went to lift her jumper only—
“Umm, before you play, can we talk?”
She spun around.
I fisted my belt.
The two Masters and their jewels who I’d spied across the lawn, stepped into our sanctuary.
It took me a moment to recognise them.
I hadn’t seen them since Emerald Bruises when I’d interrupted their little game in the first cave.
“You.” I bared my teeth. “Just like you told me to fuck off that day, allow me to repeat the sentiment. Fuck off.”
The bald Master, Ben, if my memory served, held up his hands. “Give us three minutes. That’s all we ask.”
“It’s important,” the other one, Stewart maybe, muttered.
Ily shot a look at the two girls. A strawberry-blonde and an auburn beauty. Both jewels stared back with intensity.
Yet…they didn’t look like they wanted to run from their Masters.
They stayed by the men’s side, at ease and comfortable.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d say they looked like a couple.
Like…me and Ily.
“What is it?” I threaded my belt back through the loops and did it tight. “Three minutes.”
Striding closer, the two men gave each other a glance then snapped their fingers. “Pen. Abby. If you’d be so kind.”
Without a word, the two jewels shifted to stand in front of their Masters. They dropped to their knees and reached for their Master’s trousers, unzipping them and—
“Whoa. What the hell? You tell me to stop, yet expect me to stand here while you get a fucking blowjob?”
“Have yours kneel too,” Ben ordered. “It’ll look like we’re enjoying a suck off.”
I struggled for words. “Leave.”
“Just…you’ll want to hear what we have to—”
“I said leave—”
“Ily.” The strawberry-blonde looked toward my jewel all while her hands fumbled into Ben’s pants and withdrew his cock. He wasn’t hard. His face was all business, not pleasure. “Please hear us out. It’s important.”
For a second, Ily didn’t move. Her gaze locked on the auburn girl as she exposed Stewart’s cock and hovered her mouth over him.
Neither of the girls sucked, though, rocking back and forth, faking it.
Scowling, I looked into the hedgerows.
“There’s a camera above and to my left,” Ben whispered. “It’s not infrared and will only show a grainy picture of three Masters getting sucked. Come on, Mercer. We don’t have all fucking night.”
Ily made the decision for me.
Marching into me, she dropped to her knees, unzipped my slacks, and went to pull me free.
I stopped her.
“Just…pretend.” I swallowed hard. “I don’t need my dick out.”
I’d lost any shyness I might’ve had about group fucking after living here for four months, but I didn’t want to be the only one hard in this little get together.
Ily slipped into the same sort of slow rock as the other jewels.
Having her mouth anywhere near that part of my anatomy made it really fucking hard to concentrate. Scrubbing my face with my hands, I glowered at the two men. “Go on then. Three minutes.”
“We’ll be fast,” Ben said. “We told you we’re not down with a lot of the shit that goes on here. We prefer to stick with Abigail and Penelope and do our own thing. We fly in for a weekend, fall a little more for these two, then fly home. But while we’re back in society, we really miss and worry about our girls.”