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“Look at him,” Ari growled. He knew he was pushing her too hard, too far, but her desperate arousal drove his own. His erection strained against his pants, as if clawing to escape and get inside her.
Kane held Claire's gaze trapped in his.
“Please... touch me,” she whimpered.
“Claire?” Ari asked, not sure he'd heard her right. Surely she'd directed that at him, but she'd stared right at Kane when she'd said it. Of course Ari had told her to look at Kane.
Kane edged closer, moving to the end of the sofa next to her. His knee was mere inches from her own. If he made the slightest move closer, the fabric of his suit would caress her bare skin.
“Please,” she said again.
She hadn't shrank away when Kane got closer. She'd begged again. Arching toward him while Ari continued playing with her breasts.
“Call him Sir,” Ari said, still testing to see if she was actually asking for what it sounded like she was asking for.
“Please, Sir touch me,” she begged again, her body straining toward him.
“Ari?” Kane asked.
“Go ahead,” Ari said. Apparently his slut was still Kane's slut.
Claire felt possessed,driven by the exacting needs of the cream. Whatever Ari had rubbed between her legs demanded she be touched, and it didn't seem to care by whom. Did she? In this moment? No.
She could only be grateful for a catalyst so powerful it could set her free inside this room to experience the kinds of things she'd been too afraid to experience—too ashamed to experience. For once her past didn't hover over her, threatening to push her down a dark hole. Everything was light and safety and the throbbing in her pussy.
She'd asked Kane to touch her because she had to have a hand between her legs right the fuck now. And she didn't want Ari to stop the hypnotic way he was fondling her breasts. She wanted them both to touch her. She needed them both to touch her. It didn't matter how insane or dangerous this was. She only hoped she didn't break apart after it was over.
“Don't take your eyes off mine,” Kane said. “Do you understand?”
“Y-yes, Sir,” Claire panted as her arousal climbed still higher.
She hadn't thought she could get any more excited. She felt as though she were rising higher and higher until she was at the top of a cliff. Did that mean she would fall over the edge and crash? She didn't know, but the longer this went on the less she was able to form coherent thoughts or chiding rationalizations for why this shouldn't happen. Why it was wrong. Why it might break her. She didn't care. She just needed them both to touch her. She'd worry about the consequences later.
Claire gasped when Kane’s hands were finally on her. He stroked her hip with one hand while his other moved down an achingly slow path between her legs, tracing every line, leaving no question that he was studying everything. His gaze may have been locked on hers, but he saw her with his fingertips, no doubt composing an image in his mind.
“Such a pretty little cunt,” he said, as if to confirm that he was able to form a picture through touch alone.
Ari's hands still stroked over her breasts. His mouth was at her throat, licking and kissing up along her jawline. “Good girl,” he growled in her ear, which only excited her more.
Kane pushed two fingers inside her. She arched and bucked her hips against him, wishing one of these men was fucking her. She needed more than this tease. She needed something larger and more unyielding inside her. She needed to be taken. Consumed.
“I will demand more from you tomorrow,” Kane warned.
These words should scare her, but it only made her want whatever might happen more. She didn't want to wait until the next day. She needed those demands now. Claire only hoped they used this cream again because she was afraid she couldn't let go of her fears without it.
Kane slowly withdrew his fingers from her and sucked them into his mouth, tasting her, his eyes never leaving hers. Then he rose from the sofa and walked away.
She whimpered. “Please, Sir...” Did he not like her or want her anymore? She'd seen the outline of his erection pressing through the pants of his expensive suit. Had she done something wrong?
She heard him opening the lid of the large wooden box she'd seen in the corner when she'd first come into the playroom. Before she could speculate about what he was getting from the box, her master's hand had left her breast to travel between her legs. He stroked her clit in slow soothing circles that calmed her mind even as it excited her body further.
She was so close, but he wasn't going hard enough or fast enough for her to come. And she needed to come.
“Please, Master...”
“Not yet, little one. We aren't ready for you to come yet,” Ari said.
Kane returned with something black and phallic. It didn't look like a vibrator or dildo because it had a thick, sturdy base like it was meant to sit on the floor and be straddled hands-free.
