wherever it gets her off the hardest." A thread of steel wound through Jas's voice. "But keep your dick in your pants. This is about Noelle."
About her. All about her, and she was already melting at the thought of it. She twisted her head and tried to catch Jasper's mouth, but he held her back and licked her lips again. "When Ace has you fixed up, honey. Then I'm going to kiss you while he fucks you with his tongue."
She had to pant to get enough air to speak. "That's so dirty."
"Mmm." Jas reached down to grip her leg, his fingers curving along her sensitive inner thigh. "You can tell him not to touch you."
Did he want her to? Was this a test of loyalty? Tension started to curl around her, until she realized her answer was the same either way. "He can if you want him to."
Ace clucked his tongue. "If you'd ever had my face between your legs before, you'd sound more excited."
Noelle ignored him and stared into Jasper's eyes as the world floated around her. "Anything, if you think it'll make me feel good. I want to feel good."
Jas's fingernails dug into her skin, just a little. "You can't separate them, can you? Whatever I want will get you off." He bent low, spoke directly into her ear. "I want you to have other people, find out what you like. Get and give pleasure before you settle on me."
There was a message under the words, one she'd have to think hard about. Later. For now, she could only nod and ease her knees apart. "I like this." If he slid his hand up a few inches, under her skirt, he'd see how much.
Instead, his hand retreated. "Open your mouth."
She obeyed without hesitation.
He studied her, his gaze roving over her parted lips. Finally, he eased his thumb between them. "Suck."
It was like one of her dark fantasies come to life. Jasper, looming over her bound, helpless body, rasping dirty commands. Orders that absolved her of any complicity in her own defilement. Shuddering, she sealed her lips tight and sucked, and she'd almost forgotten about Ace until he hissed out a breath. "Fucking hell, Jasper."
"I know." He glided the pad of his thumb over her tongue. "She's beautiful."
Drunk on the look in his eyes, on the buzz trembling through her body, Noelle scraped her teeth over his thumb.
He pulled free of her mouth with a pop and smiled approvingly. "That's good, honey." The smile lingered as he tugged lightly at her silky shirt. "Is this Lex's too?"
"Yes. I didn't buy much yesterday." Mostly just the corset, the one he'd liked so much.
He drew something from his pocket, but she didn't get a good look at it until it clicked and light glinted off the blade. A knife. He teased the tip under the already-plunging neckline and slit the fabric clean away from her skin.
Her breasts spilled free, unbound and heavy. She twisted so hard that Ace grabbed her forearm with a warning noise, but she couldn't sit still. Her pulse pounded in her ears and between her legs. She was painfully aware of her clitoris, of the way it seemed as hard and hungry as her nipples.
If he cut off her skirt, she might come from that alone.
But he folded the knife and put it away. "Stay still, honey. The longer it takes, the longer you wait."
"Jasper—"
Before he could say anything, Ace tweaked her nipple, pinching hard enough to force her breath out in a moan. "Jesus, she's hot for it," he murmured as he went back to the tattoo. "One more line, honey, and then we'll play with you."
"She'll want the cuffs too." Jas sounded certain.
"That so?" Ace drawled.
As if there was any question. Noelle felt as if every day stripped away a layer of numbness, a layer of respectability. The girl who'd stumbled out of Eden might have bowed beneath the hard work and endless rules of the commune.
The girl she wanted to become could only live here, in the darkness of the sector slums. "Yes. I want cuffs."
Ace hummed. "What do you say, Jasper? How much more can she take without someone working her off?"
He stroked the same nipple Ace had
About her. All about her, and she was already melting at the thought of it. She twisted her head and tried to catch Jasper's mouth, but he held her back and licked her lips again. "When Ace has you fixed up, honey. Then I'm going to kiss you while he fucks you with his tongue."
She had to pant to get enough air to speak. "That's so dirty."
"Mmm." Jas reached down to grip her leg, his fingers curving along her sensitive inner thigh. "You can tell him not to touch you."
Did he want her to? Was this a test of loyalty? Tension started to curl around her, until she realized her answer was the same either way. "He can if you want him to."
Ace clucked his tongue. "If you'd ever had my face between your legs before, you'd sound more excited."
Noelle ignored him and stared into Jasper's eyes as the world floated around her. "Anything, if you think it'll make me feel good. I want to feel good."
Jas's fingernails dug into her skin, just a little. "You can't separate them, can you? Whatever I want will get you off." He bent low, spoke directly into her ear. "I want you to have other people, find out what you like. Get and give pleasure before you settle on me."
There was a message under the words, one she'd have to think hard about. Later. For now, she could only nod and ease her knees apart. "I like this." If he slid his hand up a few inches, under her skirt, he'd see how much.
Instead, his hand retreated. "Open your mouth."
She obeyed without hesitation.
He studied her, his gaze roving over her parted lips. Finally, he eased his thumb between them. "Suck."
It was like one of her dark fantasies come to life. Jasper, looming over her bound, helpless body, rasping dirty commands. Orders that absolved her of any complicity in her own defilement. Shuddering, she sealed her lips tight and sucked, and she'd almost forgotten about Ace until he hissed out a breath. "Fucking hell, Jasper."
"I know." He glided the pad of his thumb over her tongue. "She's beautiful."
Drunk on the look in his eyes, on the buzz trembling through her body, Noelle scraped her teeth over his thumb.
He pulled free of her mouth with a pop and smiled approvingly. "That's good, honey." The smile lingered as he tugged lightly at her silky shirt. "Is this Lex's too?"
"Yes. I didn't buy much yesterday." Mostly just the corset, the one he'd liked so much.
He drew something from his pocket, but she didn't get a good look at it until it clicked and light glinted off the blade. A knife. He teased the tip under the already-plunging neckline and slit the fabric clean away from her skin.
Her breasts spilled free, unbound and heavy. She twisted so hard that Ace grabbed her forearm with a warning noise, but she couldn't sit still. Her pulse pounded in her ears and between her legs. She was painfully aware of her clitoris, of the way it seemed as hard and hungry as her nipples.
If he cut off her skirt, she might come from that alone.
But he folded the knife and put it away. "Stay still, honey. The longer it takes, the longer you wait."
"Jasper—"
Before he could say anything, Ace tweaked her nipple, pinching hard enough to force her breath out in a moan. "Jesus, she's hot for it," he murmured as he went back to the tattoo. "One more line, honey, and then we'll play with you."
"She'll want the cuffs too." Jas sounded certain.
"That so?" Ace drawled.
As if there was any question. Noelle felt as if every day stripped away a layer of numbness, a layer of respectability. The girl who'd stumbled out of Eden might have bowed beneath the hard work and endless rules of the commune.
The girl she wanted to become could only live here, in the darkness of the sector slums. "Yes. I want cuffs."
Ace hummed. "What do you say, Jasper? How much more can she take without someone working her off?"
He stroked the same nipple Ace had
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