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Her cheeks turn full red, her eyes wide. Her mouth drops open in a little o and I wonder how long it’s been since she’d had her pussy eaten.

Too long apparently.

“You want to…?” She trails off.

I should have reassured her, but I’m getting tired of talking. I just want to do. Specifically, her. So I climb up on the bed on my knees and move toward her until our bodies are almost touching. Then I reach for her bra straps and slowly push them off her shoulders while Levi gets behind her and undoes the back clasp. We strip it off, letting the cups fall forward into my hands.

She blushes furiously and I can see her fighting not to cover herself. I whistle low. Her breasts are magnificent. As perky as any twenty-something’s, but with softer skin that had lost some of the elasticity of its youth. Pinkish-purple nipples sit erect in the middle of perfectly shaped areolas. I immediately dip my head to take one pert nipple in my mouth, rubbing the other between my fingers as I lick, tease and suck.

“Oh!” Marci gasps and I feel Levi’s hand reach underneath her, coming up between her legs, his fingers deftly teasing her hardened bud. “Oh god!” She giggles, and claps a hand over her mouth as if outwardly showing her pleasure and sounding girlish is somehow wrong. If my mouth wasn’t happily otherwise occupied, I’d have frowned and wondered who ever made her feel bad about feeling good.

Pulling off her nipple, I kiss her mouth before switching my attention to her other breast, and repeating my ministrations until she’s writhing between us.

Finally, I let go, pulling my mouth away from her breast to kiss her once more. When I’m done, I take her face in my hands, and force her to look at me. She does, averting her eyes every few seconds and blushing furiously. “You are stunning. Don’t ever doubt it. You are more than enough for us. You are everything we want and if I hear another hint otherwise, I’ll have to stop what I’m doing to turn you over my knee and redden your pretty bottom. I don’t think that’s what you want, is it?”

Her throat convulses as she swallows hard, meeting my gaze. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. “N-No, Sir.”

“Good girl.” With my hand at the nape of her neck, I gather a handful of luscious locks between my fingers and tug. “I still want to hear you call me Daddy. But I can wait a little while longer, beautiful.”

She looks down, then sweeps her gaze back up to meet mine. “It still feels weird. I’ve never called anyone that before… and you’re still…”

“Don’t say it,” I growl.

Younger than me.

I see the forbidden phrase unspoken all over her face, but thankfully that’s where it stayed. Still.

“Lay down on the bed,” I murmur, releasing her hair so she can do exactly that while I beckon for Levi to come beside me.

When she’s spread-eagle on the bed, with her hair fanned out against the pillows, I position myself between her legs and motion for Levi to do the same. Then from a cabinet above the bed, I grab a small bundle—nylon rope.

“What are you doing?” Marci squeaks, looking down at us.

“Didn’t we promise to show you the ropes?” I tease with a wink.

“I mean… uh… yes, but that’s not necessary, really!”

I pause long enough to quirk one eyebrow at her. “Your safeword is red. You can use it anytime you need to, for whatever reason. Understand?”

Her eyes get even wider than I thought was possible. “I understand, I do. But… do you really need to tie me up?”

She hasn’t used a safeword so I gather her hands above her head and start looping the rope around them, forming intricate knots up her wrists. “We are going to worship your body, beautiful. Until you have no doubt that you are exactly what we wanted. And you are going to be still, and let it happen, and hopefully, even enjoy it.”

“What?” Marci gasps, lifting her torso off the bed as she leans forward. “No! You don’t have to do that. I get it, I do, I promise.”

Levi stifles a chuckle and I wiggle my eyebrows, giving her a devilish grin. “We don’t have to do anything,” I confirm. “We want to. Now lie still and let it happen.”

I toss the rope to Levi and he ties her legs until they are spread-eagle, and does some fancy lacing up her torso just because he can. I sit back on my heels, just to admire the pretty picture she makes and look forward to a time we can really show off our roping skills.

Her soft gasp echoes around the small space, but she relaxes as much as she can, still apprehensive, her fists clutched above her head. I ignore it, and let her have that. She’ll unclench them soon. I’m making it my goal.

Chapter Six

Levi

I have a foot fetish, and if we’re worshipping her body, I’m taking advantage. Starting slow and gentle, I position myself at her feet and press a soft kiss to the tops of each of her toes. She wiggles and giggles like she can’t believe it, but she doesn’t pull away. She couldn’t if she wanted to anyway. Her toes are long and thin, with perfectly manicured nails painted with bright-pink polish. It’s the most girlish thing about her and just looking at it gets my cock hard.

Slowly I run my fingers up and down her feet, lightly massaging the muscles there. I look up in time to see her moan as Tripp covers her body with his and kisses first her lips, then her neck, slowly working down her collarbone and out to each shoulder. Up and down each arm, then back to her décolletage.