“Again, it was implied.” I drew my finger down the center of her torso, fondling the buttons of her blouse along the way. “I’ve had one hell of a night, Aflora. There’s really only one thing I want to do right now, and that’s to make you come with my mouth. May I?”
Aflora’s eyes widened. “Like, really come? Or just tease me more?”
“There will definitely be teasing involved,” I promised her, unfastening the top button of her shirt. “But it will lead to a climax that will blow your mind.”
An arrogant assessment, but that didn’t make it any less true.
The glimmer in her flaring pupils told me she knew it, too.
“Okay,” she whispered, leaning back into Zeph. “But if this turns into a dream where you leave me unfulfilled, I really will break our bonds.”
“Then I guess we’ll need to bite you again, too,” Zeph replied, his tongue tracing the shell of her ear. “Can’t risk having you force us out.”
“Please me and you won’t have to worry,” she countered, causing my lips to curl.
“Mmm, I rather like this bolder side of you,” I mused, popping another button to expose her lacy bra. “Take off your panties for us, baby. Then give them to Zeph.”
She shivered, her irises smoldering with intensity. “Yes, My Prince,” she whispered, the title going straight to my cock. Zeph had told her to call me that the other night in one of our fantasies, and hearing her use it now made me want to kiss the ever-living fuck out of her.
But instead, I focused on the next button while she lifted her skirt to take hold of the lace between her thighs. She slowly drew it down her legs. I stepped back to allow her to bend while Zeph watched from behind, his green eyes glimmering with anticipation.
Aflora pulled the soft white material over her bare feet, then straightened and held it over her shoulder for Zeph. He took them and nodded at me to finish removing her blouse.
Each button revealed more and more of her creamy skin, drawing my focus downward to admire her subtle curves and flat abdomen. She really was beautiful. It almost hurt to look at her.
Her shirt fell to the floor, leaving her in a bra and skirt, the picture of “naughty schoolgirl.” My mouth twitched at the thought of all the ways I could make that title come true, but instead I allowed Zeph to walk her backward to the bed.
“Remove your bra,” I told her. “Zeph wants it.”
I didn’t move from my spot, my hands going to my tie instead to finish unknotting the silk and remove it from my neck.
“On the bed,” Zeph said, taking over as soon as her gorgeous tits spilled into view.
She handed him her lacy bra without an ounce of nervousness and hopped up onto the mattress.
“Lie on your back and grab the bars of the headboard,” Zeph instructed her.
Aflora frowned but did as she was told. He’d slowly introduced her to his tastes over the last week, exerting his dominance at every turn. This experience would be similar, his methods mostly gentle as a result of not wanting to frighten her.
And this would be the first time he truly touched her.
To my knowledge, the two of them hadn’t even kissed yet. Because the dreams didn’t really count. They were just erotic fantasies driven by playing minds.
I walked forward to lay my tie over her abdomen as Zeph secured her wrists above her head with the lace of her panties and bra. She watched him with surprise in her gaze, then flickered her focus to the silk on her stomach, her brow pinched.
But she wasn’t entirely concerned.
No, she was equally turned on. Her nipples had stiffened to taut little peaks that begged for a man’s mouth. Goose bumps stampeded an alluring path down her arms. And her arousal sweetened the air, forcing me to inhale her aromatic scent with every breath.
She liked this.
She wanted this.
Something she confirmed by clenching her thighs and fighting a moan as Zeph drew his fingers down her arm and over her breast to the tie waiting for him near her belly button.
“We’re going to play a game, Aflora,” he informed her softly.
“What kind of game?” she asked, her voice holding a sultry quality to it that made my blood pump a little faster.
