AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Free for us to take reign of her body every fucking hour of the day.
“Yes, my King,” she moans and further wiggles in his lap.
“So, you have a submissive side to you, my Dolcezza,” he compliments. “With how wet you are, I bet you’re extra sweet today.”
The door opens at that moment, revealing one of the chefs holding a plate of soup as he heads to the table. I thought it would be a good way to tick her off by ordering something asuneventful as soup for breakfast, but now I’m not so sure about that train of thought.
Too late now…
I catch onto how Iva tenses up with a hint of panic in her eyes, but Zander seemingly lets go of her breasts and palms her flat stomach.
“Relax, Dolcezza,” he cooed hauntingly. “You forgot you asked for breakfast?”
“Y-Yes,” she admits as the chef bobs his head my way first in acknowledgment. He follows with Ares, then in Zander and Iva’s direction. His expression is neutral, despite their position.
Or the aroma in the air.
I only notice it now with the steamy drift of the soup entering the atmosphere.
“Dessert will arrive shortly,” he declares.
“Thank you, Jeffrey,” Zander praises.I’m surprised he remembers the fucker’s name. I certainly don’t.“Make sure to be the one to bring dessert as well.”
“As you wish, my Lord,” he announces with downcast eyes before he gives one more bow to each of us and departs.
“That means we don’t have much time,” Zander announces and leans against Iva’s back. “You should eat now, Sweet Dynamite. Can’t have you fainting in class, now can we?”
“No,” she squeaks, but I can see how she’s contemplating whether she can do that. Balance eating on his lap while he fingers her dripping cunt.
God, I need to appease this shit.
“Then, Dolcezza. Eat for your Ruthless King,” Zander encourages, only to whisper the next set of words into her ear. “Not a stain on this shirt, or you’ll be covered in it while I fuck you from behind so hard, you won’t be able to walk all lady-like through the courtyard.”
Ares is the one to whistle as he leans back to shift in his seat.
“You’re making it hard to watch, Zander,” he comments while his eyes are glued on them.
I bet he’s sporting a bulge as big as mine. I take the chance to work on slowly undoing my zipper.
“I never said you couldn’t join,” Zander notes and begins to chuckle. “If only you could have felt the way Dolcezza’s pussy just squeezed my fingers with those hot walls.”
“I…” she tries to defend herself, but it only makes her redder.
“You’re not eating, Gemini,” he reminds. “You aren’t going to be a Defiant Canary when Ares has a front-row seat, are you?”
“N-No,” she replies and realizes she’s not getting out of this. That could be why she tries to get a firm grip on the table with one arm pressed against the wooden surface while the other reaches for the spoon. “Thank you for breakfast.”
“As your Kings, we have to ensure we take care of you,” Zander says, almost as if to remind all three of us because he’s right. We’re used to taking care of ourselves and no one else. When you suck at taking care of a pet, how the hell are you going to be good at taking care of an entire woman?
I’ve never thought sipping soup from a golden spoon could be fucking sensual, but God. Iva is doing everything to seduce us. Slurping on that steaming hot concoction while Zander enjoys drawing things out further with his finger play.
It causes Iva to moan from time to time, and I can tell Zander is building a rhythm, a pattern that’s going to grow and rise until our maiden has no choice but to submit to her own frantic need for release.
She’s on her last spoonful when I realize I not only freed my cock from its captive chambers, but I’m stroking myself nice and slow, ready to mimic their pace until things get catastrophic.
When the door opens again, I try not to get irritated.
“Yes?” Ares speaks up, sounding as annoyed as I feel.
