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“No, we did not.” Luca was following his lead, adopting the same threatening tone, the same stance. Not that it was provoking a bit of fear in their “captive.”
She was grinning at them like they were Santa, the Tooth Fairy, and the Easter Bunny all rolled into one.
“Take off your clothes, Luca. Then lie down on the bearskin rug, on your back. I think we need to teach our baby girl exactly what it means to be owned.”
Harper’s eyelids grew heavy. She really did like this fantasy. Her nipples were tight, just begging for him to pinch them, bite them, suck them until she cried for mercy.
Luca followed Conor’s instructions, stripping off, then lying down.
Conor reached for Harper’s upper arm, giving it a little squeeze. He added enough pressure that she resisted, tried to pull away. Her actions had the desired effect because it put Harper in the right frame of mind. This wasn’t a game of flirting back and forth. It was a role-play of her fantasy—and his—and he wanted it to feel real. It had in the woods, and God knew it wasn’t just Harper who’d enjoyed her best orgasm.
“Straddle Luca’s hips.” Conor guided her into position, following her down to the floor.
Luca’s dick was thick and hard, bumping against his stomach. He hissed when Conor grasped it, giving it a couple of firm strokes before guiding it to Harper’s pussy. Neither of his lovers had expected him to move things along quite so quickly.
Or at least…that was what they thought.
The second Luca was lodged deep, he started lifting his hips as Harper set off, intent on taking a ride.
“Hold still,” Conor barked loudly, taking them both by surprise. “I didn’t give you permission to move,” he said to Harper, gripping the nape of her neck, making sure she understood that he was completely in charge of her every movement.
Harper looked at him, licking her lips. Their faces were close, so she was obviously anticipating a kiss. That wasn’t part of this game.
“All you’re going to do is keep Luca’s dick warm inside that tight little pussy of yours, baby girl. Nothing else. Do you understand?”
She nodded.
He raised one eyebrow, waiting.
“Yes.”
He waited again.
Her eyes widened and her nostrils flared. “Yes, sir,” she whispered.
Conor had never heard two more powerful words, spoken with such undeniable need.
Luca murmured a curse under his breath, as swept away by the moment as Conor and Harper.
“Now—bend over.”
Conor didn’t give her a chance to obey. He put a strong hand on her upper back and pushed her into the position he wanted. Her breasts were pressed tightly against Luca’s sexy, tattooed chest, her soft thighs straddling Luca’s thick, muscular legs. They were a study in contrasts, Harper’s pale, unblemished skin against Luca’s darker ink, her smaller frame almost swallowed in Luca’s large build.
Conor was sorely tempted to grab his phone and snap a picture, aware he’d never seen anything more beautiful.
He took a step away until he stood where he could see Luca’s thick cock stretching their beautiful captive. Kneeling, he ran his finger around where they were joined. Harper was wet and hot. He hadn’t questioned that this was turning her on, but if he had, the proof was right there in front of him.
Harper and Luca both gasped in unison when Conor ran his finger around the place where they were connected again, before exploring more. Harper’s slit, Luca’s balls. Harper moaned and then…she did exactly as he’d expected. She tilted her hips, desperate for friction.
Conor lifted his hand and slapped her ass, hard, the white skin instantly going pink.
“Ahh!” she gasped in shock and pain.
“I told you not to move,” he said, his voice gruffer now as his own arousal grew.
Harper didn’t offer any apology.
Nope. She did something even better.
