Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
“Never any fun, oh brother of mine,” Janus muttered, and then I felt the blindfold being lifted off my head.
I blinked against the rays of sunset splashed across the stunning city. The oranges and yellows and creams of the buildings stood out against the cooling, darkening sky. Especially as twinkling lights turned on all throughout the city.
“So where are we?” I asked.
“At the best restaurant in the city,” Janus grinned. “Now that you can eat, we thought we’d give you the best to put in your mouth.”
“That’s what she said,” Milo quipped as he popped out from the driver’s seat to hurry around to my door. He didn’t open it right away, though.
I laughed, always delighted when his dirty mind popped out into the open other than during sexy times. Apparently, his mind was always in the gutter, from the things he related when we were in bed, but usually he gave zero intimation of it.
“Why did I need a blindfold for that?” I asked Janus.
“Because there’s a theme to tonight.” Then he finished by whispering in my ear: “Anticipation. And giving up control.”
I shivered and felt my sex clench up at the single word. And the feel of his warm breath at my ear.
“Now be a good girl and open up. I need you to keep this wet for Daddy.” He pulled something out of his inner jacket pocket and then was pressing cool glass against my lips.
I opened my mouth, barely able to look down and see the glass balls on a thick black thread before Janus was popping them in my mouth. They clicked against my teeth.
“That’s a good girl.” His voice was low and gritty. My sex clenched again. I could feel myself swelling. God, what these men did to me. It was unseemly.
“Now suck,” Janus said, lingering on the last syllable.
I suckled the balls in my mouth, my eyes locked on Janus’s. His glittered in the late afternoon light.
Never breaking eye-contact, he shoved his forefinger and thumb between my lips and plucked one bead out. Then he tugged, slowly pulling the string out bead by bead. My lips plumped and puckered over each round glass bulb as it passed by.
“That’s a pretty pet,” Janus breathed out.
He pulled the last ball past my lips, then yanked up my skirt with his other hand. He was rough, and it made me wet, knowing we were both giving into our animalistic sides out in the open like this—just a car door away from, well, everyone—
He yanked down my panties and then his thick fingers were parting my puffy, fat folds, plunging in until—
“Oh,” I gasped out, reaching forward to clutch the seat back in front of me as the first bulbous round was pressed against my pussy.
Janus rolled it around in my swollen flesh, getting it good and wet as if my saliva hadn’t been enough—
“That’s right, pretty little slut. Let me feed this in this sweet, sweet cunt.”
I clenched around the glass and then released, and Janus didn’t miss the moment to shove the ball up my wet—
“Oh dear God—” I squeaked out just as Janus yanked my panties up and my dress down. He put his mouth to my ear again. “No taking these out during dinner. I want you on edge and tortured the entire fucking time, do you hear me, pet? Say yes, Sir.”
I gasped in a breath and barely managed an audible, “Yes, Sir,” right as Milo grinned and pulled the door open out onto the bright, glittering Italian sunset. “Buona sera, Bella!”
ELEVEN
HOPE
A valet stepped into the front seat and drove the car away. I braced myself on Milo and Janus’s arms. My legs were jelly. Leander exited the car out the other side. I could feel his eyes on me and his brother.
I tried to suck in a deep, steadying breath as I adjusted to the feel of the string of glass beads in my—
Look at the view. Yes, that was a lovely distraction. And it truly was a gorgeous view. The restaurant was in sight of the Prato della Valle, or Il Prato as I’d heard a couple of locals call it.
History. Perfect. La la la, boring history. Deep breath in.
And I mean, it was amazing to see in real life what I’d only read about in the guides online. This town square was ancient. It had an oval canal in the center and there had been chariot races around it and shit like that in Roman times. Then later, executions.
I grew up in Nevada and mostly, the only old stuff we had there was dirt.
Now Il Prato was a marketplace. People bustled all through the square, buying things or simply out for an evening walk with their kids. Such a different vibe than back home.
Milo tugged on my arm and I knew my moment of centering myself and gathering any peace was over. Especially when my pussy tingled with every step as the glass balls slipped and slid around inside me.