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PIPER STRETCHED IN Ibrahim’s lap, the button-down shirt she’d borrowed from one of us rising until I could almost see the bare skin of her swollen pussy. “Yeah, that’s a complaint, Benedict. What are you going to do about it?”
Her confidence was a far cry from the timid and shaken women we’d come across at the airport. Piper was a fucking delight when she sassed me.
“Do you remember what the colors mean, princess?” I asked her.
She froze, her eyes wide, then turned to face me. “Yeah, I remember. Green means go. Yellow means slow down. Red means stop.”
“Good. Stand up and strip.”
She stood, her hands trembling as she unbuttoned the shirt and let it drop to the floor, baring her flushed body to the three of us.
“Color, Piper?”
“Green,” she affirmed, taking deep breaths, as if to calm herself.
“Bend over the arm of the couch, legs apart.”
Her eyes widened, but she did as I asked. She bared herself to me, displaying the glistening evidence of need that Ibrahim and James built in her. I took the small remote vibrator out of my pocket and ran it up and down her folds without turning it on. A sweetly strangled groan escaped her as I pushed it in.
Room service knocked on the door. Right on time. “Kneel beside Ibrahim, love, and keep your eyes on the floor.”
For a moment, I thought she was going to refuse. Then slowly, she walked over to Ibrahim’s knee and knelt gracefully, her eyes focused on the carpet in front of her. She was fucking gorgeous. Her creamy skin glowed luminescent in the early evening light. Her nipples were puffy and swollen, and her need dripped down her thighs.
James moved from his place on the couch to stand in front of her, partially blocking the view. “Color, Piper?” he asked.
She took a shuddering breath. “Green.”
Atta girl. I turned the vibrator on, and Piper squeaked but didn’t move.
The hotel staff quickly set up dinner on the table, their eyes flicking to the beautifully naked woman by the couch. Like the well-paid and well-trained employees they were, they ignored her. I slid them far more than I should have as a tip and then ushered them out the door.
I crouched beside my girl, pushing her hair out of her face. “How’re you doing?”
She kept her eyes focused on the floor, but clenched her thighs together. “This is intense,” she whispered.
“It’s supposed to be,” I answered, stroking my thumb over her cheekbone. “Are you okay?”
Piper looked up at me, her liquid eyes tremulous, but determined. “I’m good. Really good.”
Ibrahim stroked her back, then jerked his head to the bedroom as he stood up from the couch. I followed, taking in his furrowed brow and the worry in his eyes. “Don’t push her too far, okay? She’s so fucking eager to please, she’ll say yes and regret it later.”
His easygoing nature meant that he rarely questioned the decisions we made as a trio, but I valued his opinion and his steady hand at the wheel of our finances. If Ibrahim worried, I should too.
I nodded. “I’ll tone things down for dinner and then hand the reins back over to you.”
Ibrahim grinned, his white teeth flashing against his deep brown skin. “But not until after dinner?”
“Trust me,” I answered, reaching over the bed to grab a large, fluffy pillow.
He clapped me on the back, laughing. “How did we get so lucky this holiday?”
With his arm around my shoulders, we walked back out of the bedroom. She waited, quiescent, trembling with need, still kneeling by the couch. I turned off the vibrator and couldn’t tell if her sigh was relief, frustration, or both.
“Up,” I ordered, offering her my free hand. She took it and followed me to the table, where I set the pillow on the ground to the left of my chair, between Ibrahim and me. She kneeled again, graceful as she settled. I palmed the remote in my pocket and turned it back on to its lowest setting.
Piper gasped softly but didn’t give any other sign she noticed the vibrations.
Hmmm. “Color, Piper?”
