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“S-Sorry, my Lords. Miss Prescott’s custom designer shoes that you ordered for the start of her attendance at Leighton Royals University have arrived,” she announces, all formal and shit. “I was instructed to ensure they fit.”
Fuck that.
“Leave them in front of me,” Ares announces. “I’ll ensure they fit and will notify you after we finish dessert.”
“Very well, my Lord.” She rushes to the table to place the box of custom Christian Louboutins and bows equally to each of us before rushing out.
When she’s gone, I can hear Zander’s intrigue from the way he hums.
“Perfect timing,” he teases. “Finished with your soup, Gemini?”
“Yes,” she replies after her last sip. I’m disappointed she didn’t spill any, but then again, if she did, I’d give up on making first-day impressions at this royal institution.
We’d stay home and fuck our new maiden until she can’t remember her name.
“Good,” Zander says in approval as he forces her to lean back with him. “Now spread your legs a bit more.”
“Wh-Wh–” I know she’s going to ask ‘why’ but is caught off by the moan that escapes her parted lips.
“Questions later, Dolcezza,” Zander groans as he’s now pumping his fingers deeply into her pussy. “I want my fingers to be pruney by the time I’m finished playing with you.”
“Zander,” she moans his name in warning, all that build-up now catching up to her.
I can’t help but stroke myself to the same rhythm, pumping my erect cock like my life depends on it. I’m so glued to Zander’s hand movement, watching as he further encourages her to spread those legs while gliding the chair farther back.
Just so I can have the perfect side view.
Iva is so lost in her own pleasure to give a shit about who’s watching, and I’m too captivated to care if Ares sees me jacking off.
I don’t give a hoot if Iva sees, either. It’s her fucking fault.
“That’s it. Moan for your Kings. Be nice and loud for us,” Zander encourages. “Cum all over these fingers, Dolcezza, and I’ll play with these breasts, just the way you like it.”
He proceeds to use his other hand to grip her right breast, despite the shirt accenting the hard nipple poking at the fabric. He further entices her by leaning over enough to taunt the very spot with his tongue, wetting and flicking at it.
“Z-Zander, don’t… mhmm.” She moans and arches into him, and I can tell she’s going to cum any second. I’m not at the peak of my orgasm, but nothing can stop her from going over the edge.
Especially with Zander’s command.
“Cum, Dolcezza.”
She cries out ecstasy, her arched back, matched with how her head falls back, is so fucking surreal. It’s even better than what I could ever imagine after all these years.
Fucking mesmerizing.
The aroma of sex in the air is one thing, but watching Zander pull out to show the dripping cum all around his fingers makes me envy him in all aspects.
How the fuck did he manage to get her to submit to him to this extent?
My emotions want to ruin the high I’ve built far quicker than my long jerking sessions trying to find porn videos that aren’t cringe-worthy, but Iva’s sudden gasp, followed by a drawled moan, steals my attention away once more.
I catch onto two things.
Ares is no longer in his seat.
The box of shoes is gone, too.
Which means he’s the one place I’d never imagine the sadistic German to be.
