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They don’t call me the puppet master without good reason.

I keep my mouth firmly shut as I lock that hotel room door behind me.

The minibar is a poor show compared to the one at Delaney’s. A couple of standard bottled spirits, some mineral water and some single glass-sized bottles of wine.

I pour a glass each for the two of them, and revert to mineral water.

“Amy has a fantasy,” I begin. “She wants to see me fuck another man, as I’m sure you’ve well gathered by now.”

Dean nods, takes his wine with a thanks.

Amy flashes me a smile that’s way too bright, then perches herself on the bed alongside him. Their shoulders are tense and rigid, the space between them a whole gulf of fucking awkwardness.

“The thing is,” I say to the pair of them. “I’ve a fantasy of my own.”

Oh the sweet delight as their eyes widen.

“A fantasy?” Amy asks.

I nod. “I hope we can all get what we’re looking for from this evening.”

I take a sip of water and neither of them says a word.

It’s Dean I hone in on first, I shoot him a smile that conveys nothing but that of a friendly stranger looking to get his rocks off. “I want you to fuck my girlfriend,” I tell him.

Amy squirms so hard she splashes wine onto her dress. “You didn’t say…” she begins but I shrug to cut her off.

“Another surprise,” I tell her. “I wanted it to be a surprise.” My laugh is low and loaded. “After all, you chose him.”

“But I…”

I close the distance and tip her face to mine. “I’ll fuck a stranger for you, you’ll fuck a stranger for me. I think that’s a fair exchange.”

Her pretty eyes are full of horror.

“He’s cute, right?” I mimic. “You said so yourself.”

“But I wasn’t…”

I turn my attention to the guy whose ass I’m going to pound. “You want both of us, of course. That’s why you came here.”

The kid is out of his depth. He doesn’t know where to fucking look. “I’m, uh… I thought this was a guy thing…”

“Oh, it will be,” I tell him. “Just as soon I’ve watched you fuck Amy.” I slap his shoulder. “I was her very first, you know. Offering her the experience of another man’s cock is the very least I can do. Variety is the spice of life, don’t they say?”

Amy leans towards me, reaches out a hand for mine. “I don’t need another man,” she says. “This is all about you.”

I drop to my knees to meet her eye to eye. “Indulge me. Call it another of my guilty pleasures.”

She can barely swallow. She looks petrified.

“No hard limits, remember?” I prompt, and I feel like an utter cunt, but I don’t care.

The look of pain in her eyes as she realises she’s still technically on the clock almost makes me change my mind. Almost.

I turn to Dean. “She’s got a gorgeous pussy, I’m sure you’ll enjoy the experience.”

“I’m gay,” he says, as though that matters shit to me right now.

I shrug. “I’m sure we’ll be able to get you hard. Don’t worry about a thing.”

But he is worried. He’s so fucking worried that their pathetic little front shrivels to nothing. They stare at each other in horror, and the cards are all stacked. I’m going to push this as far as it’ll fucking go.

“Don’t be shy,” I tell them. “We’re all strangers here. Just one crazy night, for the memories.”

I tug my tie loose and drape it over a chair, my jacket too.

I carefully unfasten my cufflinks and roll my sleeves up as though I’m preparing for hard labour, and Dean’s eyes widen, wondering what the fuck I’m planning.

“He’s gay,” Amy blusters. “We should find someone who isn’t… for me… if that’s what you want…”

I shake my head. “Right here, right now,” I insist. “I’ll give him a helping hand to get him nice and hard for you.”

She visibly flinches, and so does he.

“Is something wrong?” I ask. “You two seem… awkward.”

Amy tells me she’s good, so does Dean, and their fate is sealed.

I finish up my mineral water and take a seat on the bed between them. I pull them back by their shoulders, urging them to recline alongside me while I unbutton my shirt. You could cut the tension with a fucking knife.

I kiss Amy first. I kiss her so hard she squeaks into my mouth. I palm her pretty tits and tweak her nipple until she moans, and then my hand moves across to Dean.

I slide my fingers up his thigh until I feel the bulge of his groin. I grip him through the denim, my tongue still deep in Amy’s mouth as I feel him stiffen.

His breath is ragged as I break away from Amy and land my mouth on his. He’s hard as I rub his dick through his jeans, and so am I.

“Have you ever been with a man before?” I ask him, and he shakes his head. I thought as much. “How about a girl? Have you ever been with a girl?”

He shakes his head again.

I suck his bottom lip until he groans, making light work of his shirt buttons. His bare chest is firm and smooth, he shivers as I pinch his nipple.

“You’re going to fuck my girlfriend,” I grunt as I unbuckle his belt. I pop the button and tug his cock free. He pulses in my grip. “That’s it,” I tell him. “Nice and fucking hard for me.”

I can hear Amy’s shallow breathing. I can imagine her open mouth.

I reach for her without breaking free from Dean. My tongue is soft and wet across his lips, dipping inside as he moans for me.

I jerk his fucking cock as I switch to kiss Amy. I yank down her dress to expose those ripe little tits knowing full well she’s probably beside herself at the thought I’m going to make her go through with this. It doesn’t make me stop.

I’m still jerking Dean’s cock as I take Amy by the hair and guide her face to his. She murmurs under her breath, her mouth closed tight.

“Kiss him,” I tell her.

He grunts as I squeeze his dick.

Their lips touch but stay closed and Amy’s sweet face is little more than a grimace.

“Fucking kiss him,” I tell her, and I feel a perverted thrill as she does.

It’s a crappy fucking effort. Nothing but a flicker of tongues, like two clumsy fucking teens.

I take his hand and place it square on her tit. I hold him firm as he tries to tug away.

“You’re going to fuck each other,” I tell them, and my voice is so fucking sharp.

They are statue still, Dean’s hand rigid on her fucking tit as I pull her skirt up.

I order her to take her knickers down. Her fingers are shaking as she obeys me.

I love how she fucking obeys me.

I slide my fingers between her thighs and rub at her clit, and she squeaks and wriggles but doesn’t stop me.

I’m sandwiched between pussy and dick and I work them both. My own cock is pulsing, straining in my fucking pants as I watch Amy twist her tongue with his.

Her pussy takes two of my fingers nice and easy, she gasps as I hook them deep, and Dean is squirming in my grip, his dick nice and fucking swollen as he bucks his hips for more.

“Lie down,” I say to Amy, and she does.

I wrestle her dress up and over her head, a

nd Dean won’t even look at her nakedness.

“You’re going to fuck that sweet little cunt,” I tell him and he winces. Amy has her eyes closed until I force her face to mine. “Ask him to fuck you,” I whisper.

“But I…”

“Ask him to fucking fuck you,” I repeat, and she shudders. “Unless you want to revise your hard limits,” I add. “Unless you want to tell me you’ve changed your mind?”

She thinks about it. I know she’s thinking about it. I see it all over her face.

“Have you changed your mind, Amy? Is there something you want to tell me?”

I take Dean’s arm and urge him towards her. He moves slowly. So fucking slowly.

“Well?” I ask Amy again. “Is there something you want to say to me, or not?”

She tries so hard to hide the truth. It’s almost pitiful.

Her voice is just a croak when she answers me, and I admire her bravado.

“No,” she says. “No hard limits.”

“Then ask him to fuck you.”

Dean positions himself on top of her, his arms rigid as they support his weight. His cock is still nice and fucking hard. He grunts as I take it in hand and rub it against Amy’s smooth little mound.

I rub him in her wetness and she wriggles.

“Ask him to fuck you,” I repeat again, and there’s a sickness in my gut. A perverse sense of satisfaction as she bleats out the words I’ve been demanding.

“Please fuck me,” she says. “Please, Dean, please fuck me.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

MELISSA

MY HEART IS POUNDING SO FAST I feel sick.

I feel Dean’s dick against me and I hate myself for doing this. I hate myself for taking things this far.

I know Dean’s cursing himself for ever agreeing to be a part of this train wreck, but he’s hard in Alexander’s grip and he’s in too deep to stop.

Alexander Henley isn’t a man you feel like you can argue with.

I’d forgotten this side of him. I’d forgotten the side that forced me to my knees and ordered me to drink his piss in Delaney’s. I’d forgotten how demanding he is.

And he is.

His eyes are dark and fierce, his jaw gritted as he rubs Dean’s cock against my clit and makes me squirm.

“I know that feels fucking good,” he tells me. “Don’t fight it.”