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The shock on Callie’s face was priceless.
Evidently, the men in her world—or just everyone she connected with—were blind assholes who didn’t appreciate the beauty of her. She wasn’t the epitome of classical Hollywood beauty, but something more substantial. Lasting. The kind of beauty that went beyond the skin into the soul.
It was taking ridiculous amounts of control not to just lunge forward, yank her legs further apart, and utterly consume the ripe, glistening treasure between them like a kid shoving his face into a juicy watermelon.
Evander’s sweetheart was obviously apprehensive, more than a little damaged, and trying her damnedest to be brave. Not for herself. No, she was determined to please her Daddy—and wasn’t that just a kick in the teeth?
Biting back a chuckle at the idea of his best friend diving headfirst into the Daddy Dom pool, Elias licked his lips and attempted to dampen the savage need surging through his veins.
Callie’s choices were numerous, but he doubted she saw beyond what she believed Evander wanted. The last thing he desired was for her to have any regrets about what was happening, or for them to sour the strengthening bond she was forming with Evander.
Keeping his gaze away from the sight of his friend’s cock violating the sanctity of her asshole, Elias snagged her attention when the heated kiss broke. Fractured attention, he mused with a twitch of his lips; the poor little sub was hot, bothered, and completely flustered.
“Would you like to come, Callie?”
She nodded slowly, warily, as though it might be the wrong answer.
“Would you like some help?”
“I-It takes too long…” Her lips turned down at the corners.
Challenge accepted. “Speed isn’t everything, little one. Ask me for help and I’ll give it. Simple as that,” he added when she hesitated. “There are no strings attached, I promise.”
For several long seconds, no one moved. Anticipation flickered between the three of them, a waiting game driving the tension higher.
Finally, Callie took a slow breath. “Please help me.”
“It will be my pleasure.” Elias rose and met Evander’s satisfied gaze. She wasn’t the first woman they’d shared, but it had been a long time since they’d indulged in a menage. “Lose the shirt and the blanket, little one. There’s no point in hiding anything from us now.”
As he pulled his own shirt off over his head, he took a moment to stretch the kinks from his shoulders. Tight from sitting in one position and trying not to intimidate her, he loosened some of the knots in his neck and back.
The ache in his cock was something he’d deal with later.
By the time he was ready, Evander had stripped her bare and shifted so her pussy was fully accessible. The pulse point at the thick root of his dick told Elias that they might be able to entice at least one orgasm out of the nervous sub before Evander lost control.
How he hadn’t come already was admirable.
Sinking to his knees, Eli tipped his chin at his friend, and Evander grinned, sliding his hands beneath Callie’s scarred thighs to pull them back and pin them open. “Just like that.”
She squeaked in alarm, but he was already touching her.
Parting her labia with his thumbs, he studied the darkly flushed prize inside. Wet, weeping, clenching on emptiness. Lowering his head, he inhaled slowly. He loved the sweet, musky scent of an aroused woman, although the slight tinge of anxiety cautioned him to take his time.
Emotions held a scent of their own, he’d learned over the years. Like a wine connoisseur, any Dom worth his salt became adept at using all of his senses to gauge a submissive’s mood—just because she shivered beneath his touch didn’t mean he could charge into the fray and devour her.
Part of the appeal of BDSM was, for him, focusing all of his attention on a woman. Listening to her breathing, her whimpers, the little noises that told him she was all-in or needed reassurance. Feeling her quiver or recoil in reaction to something he did, and adjusting his intentions accordingly. Watching and reading her body language for signs that what her body and mind wanted were the same; that she wasn’t at war with herself, trying to convince herself to endure something she didn’t truly crave.
Smelling her arousal.
Tasting it.
“Such a tight, needy hole,” he murmured, raising his eyes to hers. “I wish I could have seen you take his cock for the first time. There’s something hypnotic about watching a snug pussy surrendering to a sizeable erection. I bet you made some truly erotic sounds as he fucked you.”
Biting her lip, she studied his every move with suspicion. Did she think he was going to bite her? Hmm, perhaps that was something to save for later. He enjoyed setting his teeth into a sub’s flesh when the mood called for it, marking skin without breaking it, but leaving a tangible, visible memento of their encounter.
Releasing her labia, he dragged his fingers between them, gathering a fraction of her copious wetness to slick around her clit. Toying with the protruding bundle of nerves, he allowed himself a smile when her hips began to dance.
“Fuck,” Evander hissed.
