Page 142 of The Dark Arts Duet


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“My kid sister couldn't pronounce her consonants on the end of words. She kept calling me Ari. The family thought it was cute. It stuck.”

Itwascute. It was kind of charming that this large adult male had edited his entire identity to accommodate a small child's speech impediment.

Ari guided her to the front, leaving her just a few short feet from the leather table Saskia panted on, waiting to be touched or fondled or fucked again. He gave Marcus his card and began to undress. He took a one-hundred dollar bill out of his pocket and left the clothes in a pile on the floor.

“Hey, Doll,” he said gently when he approached Saskia. “Are you doing okay?”

As if he needed to ask. The woman's eyes were glazed with lust. But Claire found she liked that he did ask. That he cared about Saskia's comfort and mental state. It made Claire trust him more.

“Yes, Sir,” Saskia said, licking her lips.

He tossed the hundred-dollar bill at her. “Buy yourself something pretty.”

She pouted. “You paid ten thousand last time. Now I'm just worth a hundred?”

Ari laughed. “I paid a hundred thousand this time. The hundred is just a tip because you're so cute.”

Marcus started the timer. Ari climbed on the table with her and flipped her over onto her hands and knees. A moment later he was inside her, slowly fucking her, cupping and stroking her breasts.

Claire was captivated. Nothing she thought she should feel with Ari had manifested. When she'd kept him prisoner she hadn't felt the relief she expected. When he took her captive and began to train her body to his own desires, she didn't feel the revulsion or terror she expected, and in this moment she didn't feel the expected jealousy.

Instead, watching him fuck Saskia, she felt aroused. It was the most erotic thing she'd ever watched. Seeing Ari from an angle she could never see him when he was inside her, watching the sleek animal way he moved, his body gliding with ease inside another.

She felt a hand in hers, pulling her back to the circle of moonlight. It was Kane, she realized suddenly, as he stood behind her, leaning in, kissing the side of her neck. His fingers strayed under the slit in her dress, between her legs.

Claire moaned and sagged against him as he pressed two fingers inside her.

“Already so wet,” Kane growled in her ear. “Does it excite you to watch him fucking my pet?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, her hips thrusting against his fingers.

“Good. I'm so glad Ari has a pet I like now. The four of us are going to fuck together many times in the future. You can count on it. He's going to be inside you. I'm going to be inside you. He's going to be inside her. I'm going to be inside her. And we'll both watch you and Saskia together.”

“Yes, Sir,” Claire gasped.

“I'm not using the cream on you tonight. You're going to own the fact that you want this. You're going to come without anything dropping your inhibitions.”

Kane unzipped her dress, and pushed the gown down over her hips and to the floor, much like he had with Saskia. “Turn,” he whispered in her ear.

Claire turned to face him, her heart thundering in her chest. This should terrify her. But in this moment there was no fear, no flashbacks, nothing but the smell of sex and the desire that kept climbing higher and higher.

His gaze roved hungrily over her, then his hands followed behind, trailing over every inch of her as if he planned to paint her again right here, right now. But instead he bent down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking until he wrenched a whimper from her.

“Please,” she begged.

Instead of giving her the pleasure she needed, he turned her back around to face Ari and Saskia and held her in place. “Watch them,” he said in her ear. “Watch your master fuck my dirty little whore.”

He rubbed her clit with the fingers of one hand, while the other stroked between her ass cheeks, one finger pressing inside. Claire let out a gasp as his finger slid in and out of her ass. She rocked back against him.

Her eyes met Saskia's as the other woman writhed beneath Ari.

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Ari bit back a groan as Saskia's cunt gripped his cock. He felt her come as she shuddered beneath him. “Yes, Doll. Good girl. Come for me.” He stroked her clit to help her along without allowing himself to join her.

The buzzer sounded. Ari kissed Saskia's shoulder and pulled out of her.

He was painfully hard, his dick protesting against being taken from such a warm, welcoming cave before he'd found his own release, but he wanted that release to happen inside Claire. He turned to see Kane fingering his pet. Her eyes were glazed with lust as she watched Ari stalk her. When he reached her, he wrenched her roughly from Kane's arms.

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