“No rules, Chloe. Just please me, and I will reward you.” His voice was so deep and rich I felt like I was swimming in warm honey.
I held him in one hand, stroking his foreskin up and over the tip. I made a ring of my index finger and thumb and pulsed it, just below the head, and he sighed in pleasure, one hand tangling in my hair.
“Am I pleasing you?” I asked him, wetting my lips so that the back of my tongue touched him.
“No speaking unless you’re spoken to,” he reminded me. “That’s Leif’s rule.”
I looked up at Emir and pressed the flat of my tongue against the underside of his cock, asking with my eyes.
He laughed. “Yes. You are pleasing me very much.”
I pumped my fist up and down his length in slow strokes, teasing him with my tongue in slow circles around the frilled edge of his foreskin where it gathered over the tip. Then, I parted my lips and closed them around him, slowly sucking as I pulled back, releasing him with a satisfying slurp.
Emir closed his eyes, so I shifted my gaze to Neil. He watched me with a darkly amused expression. I worked Emir’s cock with my fist and alternated licking him slowly and sucking him into my mouth. His hips flexed forward, and I took him so deep I gagged and coughed, drool running down my chin. I met Neil’s eyes the whole time. He shifted, uncrossing the ankle that had rested on the opposite knee, extending it in front of him. His erection was impossible to disguise; in the penis department, Neil was huge.
I thought of his threat of caning me later. I knew he would do it, and I knew better than anyone that it could be unpleasant. That’s what I liked about it. I lived for the pain my Sir would cause me. He was the only one who truly understood what I needed, and I was the only partner with whom he’d ever been able to let his inner sadist take over completely.
Emir was right;I did gush when I was turned on. At the moment, I was wetter than the fucking sea. My juices rolled down my thighs, and I cast my gaze up at him, desperately trying to communicate that I needed to touch myself.
He opened his eyes to pleasure-drugged slits. “You need relief.”
I nodded, still working his cock with my hand and mouth. I had no idea how much time had passed, but Emir’s breathing wasn’t so even and unaffected, now.
I was great at giving oral, and I refused to apologize for that.
“Come with me,” Emir said, tucking himself into his pants and offering me a hand up. My thighs slicked against each other as we walked. I looked over my shoulder. Neil followed, five steps behind. Emir took me to the bedroom, a rather traditional place for sex, but the things the walls had seen were far from traditional. My panties were wet—not damp, but wet—and Emir ordered me to step out of them. I obeyed, and he leaned down to retrieve them. When Neil entered, Emir tossed the scrap of sodden silk to him.
“My, my, Chloe,” Neil said, pretending to be shocked as he rubbed the material between his fingers.
I rolled my eyes and looked away.
“Give her a slap, would you?” Neil asked Emir, and I sucked in a breath. We’d never played that way with Emir before.
“Yellow,” I said, holding up a hand. “Neil, if you want to slap me, I’m fine with that, but I don’t want him to do it. I’m not comfortable letting anyone but Neil hit me. No offense meant to you, Emir.”
“None taken, at all,” he assured me.
“Okay.” I nodded. “Then…we’re green.”
“Good.” Neil crossed the room, my panties still in his hand. He slapped me hard across the face and stuffed the silk into my mouth. “Continue with your obstinacy. See what will happen.”
Well, when he put it that way, I kind of wanted to. But I would be an obedient sub and please Emir at my Sir’s command.
Emir stripped off his shirt. His body was ridiculous—lean and ridged with muscle anywhere a man’s torso could have muscle. He was a walking Men’s Health cover, and he put his strong arms around me, bringing my naked body up against his half-clothed one. He tilted my head and turned my burning, slapped cheek to his lips, leaving a soft kiss there.
Taking my hands in his, Emir pulled me toward the bed, a canopied copy of one at Versailles, decked out in gold and crème bedding and mounds of pillows, with gold-plated manacles dangling from the scrollwork headboard and attached strategically around the wide mattress. We climbed on the bed as Neil took a seat on the recamier near the foot.
“Here,” Emir said, lying on his back. “Come let me taste you.” I moved to straddle his head, and he stopped me. “No, not like that. Face him.”
I turned and carefully placed a knee on either side of Emir’s face. I lowered myself to his waiting mouth. The flat of his tongue slowly dragged up and down, from my cunt to my clit, swirling over my slick labia.
And Neil watched. My Sir watched as another man ate my pussy, as I moaned and panted and ground myself against his face.
“Here’s a thought,” Neil said, and Emir took his tongue, his amazing tongue, away. I made a frustrated noise through the silk stuffed in my mouth.
Squeezing my ass with both hands, Emir responded, “What’s your thought?”
“Why doesn’t she suck your cock while you do that?” Neil said evenly. “You could fuck her face while she rides yours? I could hold her head at the right angle.”