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“How poetic.” Caspian gets up. “Are we going to get this party started or what? I want in on this. I’m done just watching you kiss your dick like some love-starved teenager.”
“Sure.” Dexter smirks at him, then turns to me.
He tips my chin back and I stare up at him while he puts his dick away “Get on the fucking bed. Panties off. I want to see that pretty pussy.”
My legs somehow manage to carry me over to the bed, and I collapse on top of the luxurious sheets, spreading my shaky legs. My fingers hook in my panties and I push them down, exposing myself to their hungry eyes. Both boys are watching me now, gazes filled with dark intent, with their hands touching the bulges in their pants.
“Make her touch it,” Caspian mutters and Dex laughs.
“Not so fast. I want to get a good look at her first.” He takes a step forward, slapping away my palm that’s blocking the view of my tender entrance. “Show us.”
I shiver beneath his touch. When I don’t respond right away, he slaps me again, the motion making my head spin.
“Fucking now, toy.”
My shaky fingers touch the lips of my pussy and I spread myself open for them. They watch with hungry eyes as my folds come into view.
“Jesus,” Caspian mutters. “It’s fucking pink.”
“So perfect,” Dexter adds. “I can’t wai
t to take it.”
I close my eyes tightly, trying to transport my mind somewhere far away even though my body can’t follow. I don’t want to be here, trapped with them. They’re going to hurt me soon enough, and all three of us know it.
“Touch your clit,” Dexter grinds out at me. “Play with it.”
Clumsily, I rub my fingers over my pussy.
“She doesn’t know where it is,” Dexter laughs out loud, making me more embarrassed than ever. “Look at her. She doesn’t have a fucking clue.”
“Why don’t you show her?” Caspian suggests.
“That’s a great idea.” My fiancé approaches me, his footsteps heavy in the leather boots he’s wearing. “Spread your legs wider.”
I follow his orders silently, trying to convince myself I’m only doing this because I don’t have a choice. But deep down, I know I want this. I’ve never been more turned on in my life.
Dexter’s fingers are cold to the touch. He presses them to the inside of my thigh, then rubs a fingertip over my skin, making me mewl out loud. It’s like he’s pressed all the right buttons. Or maybe just one. The one that makes me turn into a desperate, needy whore.
My legs attempt to close, but Dexter won't let that happen. He holds me open forcefully, his finger pressing down while I stare at him like he's a god.
"I could make you do whatever the hell I wanted to right now," he mutters, his eyes burning with desire. "Isn't that right, toy?"
I nod wordlessly, swallowing. I can't speak, move or react. All I can do is beg with my eyes.
"Answer," Caspian demands, and my eyes flit between the two boys. Dexter gives me a nod, and my lips open, the words pouring out at an embarrassing speed.
"Make me do more for you. Please. Please."
"I don't think so," Dexter says. "I think instead I'll do something to you.”
Once again, I look at Caspian, nervously biting my bottom lip. "I don't want him to watch."
Dex's gaze darkens and he smirks, muttering, "Too fucking bad, because that's exactly what's going to happen."
"No," I manage to get out, but my body is already arching, begging him for more. God, that alcohol from before is still buzzing through my body, making me more compliant than I’d ever be sober. “Don’t make me."
"Shut up," Caspian grits out. He stands behind me, and I look up at him, hating the fact that my center is flooding with sticky wetness. "Do it, Booth."
