Lord & Master by Emma Holly Page B

hammering of his cock. Possibly he couldn’t help doing it, but it was just the trick for me. My ache spiked into something sweeter. I came with a long raw cry. Damien slung into me and finished, adding his wetness to my own.
    He sagged on me afterward. I tugged my hands from the buckle straps to stroke his back and head. His hair was thick, his bunched shoulders slowly relaxing. He moaned with pleasure, nuzzling into me to encourage my caresses. In that moment, he truly seemed as if he were mine.
    A chair scraped back on the bare stone floor.
    Damien turned his head. “Don’t leave,” he slurred.
    “You two deserve your privacy,” Jake said.
    Damien sat up. “Stay. I want to show her what I like to do to you.”
    I wriggled back and sat up too. We hadn’t pulled down the covers. The best I could do to reclaim my modesty was to fold my thighs and knees together. Jake watched me do it, and I couldn’t control my blush. His color was high as well. Did he know Damien’s seed was leaking from me onto his bed?
    He considered me. “Do you want to watch what he does to me?”
    Now that my desires had been satisfied, I was more rational—or at least more cautious. “Would you rather I didn’t?”
    “I’d rather you did,” he said firmly. I blinked, and he smiled at me. “You’re not the only one who enjoys being on display to the audience of your choosing.”
    I began to splutter that I enjoyed no such thing.
    “You don’t need to hide the truth. Not from yourself and certainly not from us. We approve of you, exactly as you are.”
    They barely knew me . . . which made the words no less seductive. Didn’t most humans long for acceptance?
    “Could he . . . pleasure you with his mouth?” I asked. “I wouldn’t mind seeing it done correctly.”
    Jake appeared amused. “That’s practical of you.”
    “Come here then,” Damien said to him. “While you’re nice and ready.”
    Obedient for this, Jake moved to stand in front of him. Damien’s pants remained undone. As he unfastened Jake’s with practiced motions, I noticed my husband’s organ looked less relaxed. It had thickened at the middle and stretched farther along his lap.
    I confess this transformation fascinated me. To me, the resurgence of his arousal was as good as a magic trick.
    Damien laughed when he saw where my eyes had gone. “You’re missing the actual show.”
    “You’re both worth watching,” I said boldly.
    Jake made a low, pleased noise, the sound more effective than any argument in drawing my attention. Damien held his cock in one hand and was slowly stroking it.
    “He’s as big as you,” I said.
    “I hadn’t measured,” Damien threw off airily. “Perhaps some time you can stack us up side by side.”
    He laughed at my expression. He knew I was intrigued as well as scandalized.
    “Do you remember the parts?” he asked like a good tutor.
    “Glans,” I said, pointing to it without touching. “Shaft. You called those balls, but I think they’re more properly referred to as testicles.”
    Jake snorted. “She’s got you there, Damien.”
    “Perhaps you’d cup them for me,” my spouse suggested silkily. “Keep them from swinging at me while I work.”
    I hesitated, but I truly did wish to help. His flesh felt strange in my palm: very warm, very . . . personal. Jake moved his feet wider. He must trust me to let me hold him here.
    “Is this all right?” I asked, glancing up at him.
    His blazing blue gaze darkened. He put his larger hand around mine, nudging it closer. “It’s good. Please don’t let go no matter what happens.”
    My mouth fell open. Precisely what did he expect to happen?
    “Please begin,” Jake said to Damien.
    The way Damien worked his jaw reminded me of a fighter rolling his shoulders to prepare for a boxing match. He looked at me before starting.
    “I’m paying attention,” I promised.
    He smiled faintly. His thumb was on the strut beneath Jake’s erection—pushing it higher, I believed.