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"Yeah, I'm late," Marius said abruptly. "But I'm here now. Ready to serve, Mistress."
She noted he'd barely looked at Rob. He seemed to be actively avoiding any acknowledgement of his existence. Interesting.
"Do you have an excuse?" she asked.
"Would it matter?"
"No. Come now," she said gently.
His gaze snapped to her, Marius visibly caught off guard when he realized she wasn't speaking to him. Rob jetted into the condom he was wearing, his body jerking, hair falling attractively over his brow and eye as he let the orgasm have him. Regina kneaded him with her toes, crooning, giving him her approval and encouragement. She ignored Marius. No matter that she'd chosen Rob to help her teach him a lesson, she wouldn't deny the man her full focus as Mistress during his release.
Regina had negotiated an orgasm from him, but before she cut him loose, she'd make sure he was sufficiently revived and hurting for pussy. He would be required to properly care for his wife after her "girl movie," and Regina wouldn't be the one causing him to fall down on the job, so to speak.
When Rob finished, she eased him to his elbows and knees facing her, his forehead touching the ground, and let him get his breath back. She sat back, sliding her feet into her heels so she could brace those against Rob and let him feel the pleasurable dig into his shoulder and flank again. Marius remained motionless, one hand hooked in his pocket, the other loose, fingers curled in a half fist.
"Take off the shirt," she said, making eye contact so this time there was no doubt she was addressing him.
He obeyed. As he stretched his upper torso, she saw the slide of one hip bone below firm flesh as he twisted and pulled the shirt loose. His bruises had healed some more, now yellowish and fading, rather than purple and dark.
"Throw it over here," she said, lifting her hand.
"I can bring it."
"No. Rob has that spot right now. Toss it."
He balled it up and complied, probably with more force than required, but she caught it on her outstretched fingers. Spreading it out over both hands, she lifted it to her face, inhaling the scent. He might not have shaved, but he'd showered. His scent differed from encounter to encounter, as if he changed out soap brands often. Curious. Most men stuck with one preference. She had no objection to this one, a spicy citrus. She could feel the lingering heat of his body through the cloth.
"This is the price of being late," she said, settling the shirt on the chair arm. "How do you think I'll look when I go to bed tonight, wearing just it and a pair of panties?" Lifting her hand, she caressed her breast and ran her thumb over the nipple, which grew more erect against the fabric of her button-down shirt as she stroked it. Rob's performance had aroused her, and it didn't take much to send a ripple of response arrowing between her legs. Marius's hot gray gaze sped it along. His jaw was tight.
Not sure how to respond to me, are you, angry boy? Not used to dealing with someone who not only doesn't cater to your shit, but doesn't get worked up over it.
He stepped forward, so close the toes of his shoes pressed rudely against the side of Rob's curved body. The man stiffened, but he kept his head down, in the position Regina had dictated. Yeah, he was going to test his testosterone against Rob's, just as Regina had anticipated. She didn't want to go too far down that road, though she wasn't going to back away from it, either, if Marius pushed it. She trusted Rob to follow her direction.
"I think it won't fit over your tits," Marius said, his eyes coursing over them in insolent appraisal.
"Think not? Hmm." She straightened and flicked open the buttons of her shirt before shrugging it off her shoulders. Her red lace bra had a front fastener that she handled just as easily, lifting away from the back of the throne chair enough to slide it off. Rob's head lifted.
In an instant, Marius had his thick tread shoe on the
back of the man's neck. "She didn't say you could look at her," he growled.
"I didn't say he couldn't either," she said coolly. "Step back, Marius."
His expressive lips were capable of a wide variety of snarls and grimaces. This one tried to convey a fuck it, who cares sneer, but it was closer to a predatory snarl. He did step back, however. Not far, one shoe tip still against Rob's knee, the other under his body. She could tell Rob's temper had sparked, but the man was holding, his body language still mostly relaxed.
She put on the T-shirt. It was snug over her D-cup breasts, but the effect was everything she wanted. Her taut nipples strained against the fabric so that the areolas were visible dark smudges. "Looks like a perfect fit to me," she observed, sitting back. "Go get me a Coke Zero with lemon. And a bottle of water for Rob. Tell the bartender to run a tab for me."
She cupped both her breasts, pleasing herself with the way they looked in Marius's T-shirt. She'd enjoy using a vibrator on herself tonight when she was home in bed. She'd inhale his scent, look down at her body and imagine his eyes flashing with the fire she saw when she gave him the drink order. He seemed caught between murder and lust...and stark need. The last could derail her, so she set that aside. She couldn't give him what they both wanted until he knew how to ask for it the right way.
She heard Rob mutter a soft curse, telling her he was seeing enough in his peripheral vision that his engines were re-starting. Good. She was a generous Mistress that way. On other things, she was a hardass bitch.
Marius returned with the drinks. He set the bottled water next to Rob when she pointed, and offered her the Coke Zero.
"Rob, drink some of the water. I'll need your mouth wet shortly." Rising as the sub moved to do her bidding, she took her drink from Marius's hand, limiting the contact between their fingers. As she sipped, she studied his face, not bothering to hide her frank assessment. His bored expression said he thought he knew the game she was playing, and he wasn't impressed with her attempt to punish him for his attitude and lateness. Yet when she handed the drink back to him, she felt tension in his fingers.
"I changed my mind. I want a Diet Coke instead. Over ice, no lemon."
Marius stared at her, but she turned away from him. Taking off the leggings beneath her micro skirt meant she gave both men a brief glimpse of red satin creasing over her ass before she readjusted the micro skirt and settled back on the throne. Hooking one of the stools with her shoe, she drew it close so that she could prop one foot on it, tilting her other knee back against the arm of the throne to spread her thighs.
