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“And with that, I believe it’s time for breakfast,” he announces, sweeping a hand to the table in the corner of the room, where gargoyle lower staff enter with trays laden with gourmet breakfast food. None of them glance my way.
Since the twins haven’t permitted me to get up yet, I stay where I am. Spread. “I don’t supposeIwill be on the menu this morning?” I ask, already bemoaning the inevitable.
“Not yet, sweetheart.”
So tempted to stick my tongue out at Desire, but I don’t. At least they help me to my unsteady feet. Thanks to my well-exposed labia, my center drips onto the floor as I do my best to stand with my feet planted further apart. Longing takes pity on me and gives me a silk robe to wear. A very short one.It’s delicate and thin and shows my ringed nipples, but it’s something. Of course, they give me no panties.
“Ugh,” I groan when I sit in the chair they’ve pulled out for me since I end up sliding more thanks to my inflamed core feeling the need to lubricate everything.
“Would you prefer to sit on the cushion, Aria?” Longing offers from the seat across from me—strategically positioned between him and his twin. Of course, I’d prefer to sit on the damn cushion, but their beguiling smirks practically dare me because they know I’ll just get wetter if I’m kneeling while they feed me and occasionally touch me. I learned my lesson at multiple meals. And I’m far too worked up not to orgasm today.
“Bite me, Thosie,” I snap and reach for a glass of orange juice.
Longing drops his fork, swinging his head to his brother. I expect a glare, but instead, Desire grins like a cunning cat.
“Oh, can I punish her?” Longing pleads.
Desire shakes his head, grin spreading. “No, she clearlydesiresus to punish her. Besides, there will be another disciplining method arriving soon.”
“Mind if I join you?” Crescendo pokes his head around the corner of the entryway. As soon as he sees me, whether it’s my bewildered state, my sullen glower, or the way the sweat pools down the back of my neck, the jester plays a defining tune to Peggy Lee’sFever.
I glare. “Not funny.” Sticking out my tongue, I cross my arms over my chest—only to groan from the nipple rings pulsing vibrations to tighten and engorge my nipples, and therefore, my clit, and therefore, I’m ready to use this damn seat like a slip and slide!
As he tentatively approaches the table, bells giving a light tune, Crescendo switches the tune of Dionne Warwick’sI Say a Little Prayer.
I heave a sigh and throw him a smile. “I can’t ever be mad at you, Cres.”
“No one can, darling,” he trills and leans over to kiss the top of my head. “And I will love you forever…” He pulls out the seat next to me as he and Longing make eyes at one another.
I lift my glass of juice—very slowly, careful not to stir the fabric over my nipples too much—and nod to the twins. “If you think Crescendo is a method of discipline, then I’d say your emotional roller coaster needs a jump start.”
“Oh, I think you’ll find you’ll be jumping soon from all the chills and thrills.” Desire smiles wryly as I take another sip right before a massive shadow eclipses my body from behind. And a blanket of masculine body heat.
“On theErosExpress…” A deep velvety voice.
A lightning bolt hits my spine. One glimpse out of the corner of my eye confirms that it’s not some chemical-induced mirage.
Oh. My. Gargoyle!
A wave of orgasmic fever. Molten lust shot straight to my fucking core!
I choke. And the orange juice comes out like a geyser. My nipples wail from the vibrations pulsing through them. And Crescendo plays Katy Perry’sE.T. I’m coughing too much to flip him off.
Desire throws his head back, cackling and applauding his older brother as Eros lingers behind me, playing with the ends of my curls while I double over, clenching my eyes. Battling every telltale spasm in my pussy, every hot droplet splashing the seat between my thighs.
“This is…” I gasp when Eros combs my hair, brushing my sensitive scalp. I burn my eyes on Desire as I finish, “…cruel and unusual punishment.” Assholes.
“I take it my girl is feeling the divine vibes of my magnetic presence?” he asks Desire. “Setting the room ablaze with hersoaked little Eros shrine of pheromones?” He shifts his wings until I can make out their edges curving around me.
“Oh, yes, Eros…” I say through gritted teeth, refusing to turn. If I look at him, I’ll lose it. “Wouldn’t want the God of Love to be singed from all my smoldering flames since you haven’t bothered to grace myshrinewith your presence.”
His fingers pause. Judging by how Desire smirks, his eyes swinging above me, he and Eros are sharing a moment. “She’s quite ornery today…” Desire points out.
Eros strokes one finger along my jaw. And a damn kaleidoscope of chilled butterflies sweeps up my spine, so I bite back a whimper. “Regretting your bargain to wait until our Night of Hearts? How are you finding my dastardly brothers?” His energy smothers me, his slabbed muscles a breath from my back.
I huff. “Dastardly is an understatement.” I ball my hands into fists and struggle with my pussy that throbs.
“Hmm…share your observations, my love.” A brush of his stony knuckles has me nearly pouncing on him.
