Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61101 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61101 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
“I think my girls are ready to come,” I say as I listen to them begging in unison.
There are soft mewls when I continue to lash them with the whip. They start pleading for more, for less, for harder, and for softer. But they don’t use their safe word.
My cock is hard and throbbing. I’m aching to be inside them, one after the other, taking my pleasure. I don’t know how many times I allow the whip to offer its pained pleasure, but when I drop it to the floor, I hear soft sighs of relief. They both know what comes next.
I allow my fingers to tease each of them over their panties. First Harper, then Rayne.
“Beg.” My voice is harsh, but lust drips from the order I give.
The blonde beauty is far more submissive than her brunette counterpart. But I love them both in their own way. I slip Rayne’s G-string over her ass, before doing the same to Harper’s panties. I want them naked from the waist down.
When I can see both glistening cunts, I smile.
“Please, Dante,” Rayne starts. “Please, I need to come. Allow us to come, please.”
The plea from Rayne is so perfect it takes me by surprise, and for a split second, I stand motionless. but then Harper starts to beg, “Dante, please. Don’t leave us in agony.” And I move again.
Their cunts are dripping as my fingers slowly fuck them. They’re both trembling and tugging at their restraints.
I work the girls into a frenzy until I know both of them are ready to climax. Tight, wetness pulses around my fingers, and I lean in close enough for them to hear me.
“Come for me,” I whisper, allowing my words to coax them over the edge. Harper cries out, and Rayne whimpers.
Watching the pleasure exploding through them, knowing they’ve found bliss because of me, brings me the greatest pleasure.
I continue working my fingers in and out of their tight, wet cunts until they ride out their orgasms, and I’m left with two exhausted beauties. I remove my digits, and bringing them to my mouth, I slowly savor the combined flavors of their release on my tongue.
Walking around to the front of the benches so I can look at their faces, I smile as two sets of eyes find mine. They watch as I clean my fingers with my tongue until all evidence of their releases has gone.
“Delicious.” Just one word makes their cheeks turn deep red. “Are you ready to be untied now?”
“Please.”
I undo Rayne’s bindings and help her up before repeating the process for Harper. We move to the enormous king-sized bed, and I lie on my back in the center, allowing the girls to nestle in my arms on either side of me.
I can’t help but smile when they do.
Closing my eyes, I hold them close, needing to be their support.
“Thank you,” Harper whispers into my neck.
There’s a calmness to her now. I’ve always known she’d be fine because she has the support of both me and Rayne. But I wanted to help her forget, just for a moment, about what the future holds.
“You never have to thank me,” I tell her. “Are we ready to head back to the rental?” I ask them.
As much as I enjoy being in the club, I want to fall asleep with the girls in my own bed. It will give us some quiet time before we have to prepare for tomorrow.
“Yes, please.” This comes from Rayne, and I nod.
While they get dressed, I pour three more drinks and swallow mine back quickly.
From the moment I entered this room, all my attention has been on my girls, but now I need to clear my head and get back in the game. This isn’t going to be an easy job. It’s one that will require every ounce of my focus. But if we succeed, it will bring Rayne some more closure.
5
RAYNE
The man who was my tormentor for two years sits back in his seat. His gaze is snake-like, following my every movement. If I were alone with him right now, I’d be afraid. But I’m not, because Dante is on my left flank and Harper is on my right.
“What is this?” The old man smirks.
He’s now in his late sixties, sitting behind a big, fancy desk, in a big, fancy office overlooking London.
The banking area of the city is sparkling with lights coming from the skyscrapers, but inside this office, it’s dark. We cut the power and security camera feeds to his floor before we entered the building. The bastard was working alone, believing he was safe. No one is ever truly safe.
“You don’t remember me?” I tip my head to the side as I stare him down.
I’m no longer the little girl he bought as a pet. I was kept in a dark room for most of the time, but all the faces of those who hurt me are ingrained in my memory. And Petrov’s is one I will never forget.