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Why not Marcus? At least she’d had intimacy with Marcus. She could hold his gaze while Quill fucked her. She wasn’t sure if she could hold the gaze of an amused stranger.
Phillip’s smile widened. “She’s much more timid than any of your other girls. So... refreshingly shy.”
“I know,” Quill said as if it were a personal accomplishment.
“This is almost as good as the redhead.”
Quill’s hand dipped between her legs, pressing against her mound, his warmth seeping into her. The moment went on forever during which time she was compelled to hold Phillip’s gaze.
Quill pressed one finger, then two into her and stroked her inner walls as she grew wet enough to create a sound Phillip could hear. She knew he heard it from the sofa because of the way his smile grew as if he were calculating all the filthy things he would do with her as soon as he was granted access.
A moment later, Quill moved his hand away, and pushed his cock inside her. She let out a cry at the sudden intrusion. He filled her as completely as she’d always known he would. A perfect tight fit. She was thankful she was so wet; it was the only thing that spared her pain.
As Quill drove into her, Phillip’s gaze drifted downward to her breasts, watching the way they jiggled. Then he looked up at Quill. Some silent question and answer passed between them over her head, and then Phillip got up and moved closer. He sat on the ground in front of her while Quill fucked her, wrenching deeper and deeper moans from her mouth.
Phillip stroked her throat, and then her breasts, pinching and tweaking each nipple in turn. When the pain from his pinches and the pleasure between her legs finally grew too strong to handle, her release came, followed quickly by Quill’s.
Phillip quietly moved back to the sofa as if he’d never left it.
When it was over, when the excitement and arousal had run their course in the explosion of orgasm, and her brain was fully functional again, Saskia scrambled the few yards to her pile of clothing to seek the refuge of modesty.
She could still feel the pulsing throb between her legs and the ache from the sudden emptiness. She wanted to go again, but Quill needed time to recover, and the way Phillip looked at her... it was doubtful she would be with her master again tonight.
“So, now that you’ve had her...” Phillip smiled, his gaze panning over Saskia in the same way he had at the main party before he’d seen everything. Yet he still looked at her as if her body remained a mystery to explore. The only mystery left for him would be how wet and warm and willing she’d be for him when he fucked her.
Quill nodded. “Very well. Meet us at the house. We’ll discuss the financial terms there. Marcus, you ride with him. I’d like time alone with Saskia.”
“Yes, sir.”
Marcus finished dressing, and the two men left. Saskia stayed with Quill. He stepped behind her and zipped up her gown and ran his fingers through her hair, pulling it forward to frame her face. Then he got dressed himself.
She stood awkwardly to the side, waiting for him to finish zipping and buttoning everything.
“Saskia?” he said after several minutes of silence.
“Yes, Master?”
“I’m very pleased with you tonight. But I told you, when it comes to the other men, it’s lady’s choice. If you don’t want to do anything with Phillip, I’ll send him away.”
“D-doyouwant me to be with Phillip?”
“If I didn’t, he wouldn’t have been invited back here.”
Oh. He’d known where Marcus and Quill would be all along. He’d merely hung back and waited for Saskia to find them before joining the party. The entire evening had probably been choreographed down to the last detail. She was such an idiot.
“Come here.”
When she reached his side, he pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head. He lowered his head so that his lips were at her ear.
“The more men you give yourself to for me, the more deeply you are mine,” he whispered. “I ask for it, because I know it’s hard for you. I know how vulnerable it makes you. You have to trust me, that I won’t share you with someone who would hurt you or shame you in any way. Do you trust me?”
It was the most ridiculous question. If they’d met in a different way... If he hadn’t felt the compulsion to have her by any means necessary... And yet...
“Yes, Master. I trust you.”
He searched her face, looking for the truth or the lie. When he found what he sought, he nodded. “Will you let Phillip play with you tonight?”
“Yes, Master.”
