38. Max

Iget to my feet and Dex follows. Darcy's fully naked for us now, and the power hits my bloodstream with the burn of the most potent whisky. My long-term game plan to have this man submit to me with every beautiful bone in his martyred, self-righteous body will have to wait, shelved in favour of a more pressing, more attainable, and highly alluring goal.

And that's to press home the advantage of two against one, to use every weapon in my and Dex's combined arsenal to tease and plunder and defile this stunning woman so thoroughly, so expertly, that we'll take her sweet, nebulous wish for "a threesome" and decimate it as we launch her heavenward.

‘Remember, her safeword is folklore,' I tell Dex now. ‘That is the only thing you need to know. She says that, everything stops. Otherwise, she's fair game. Remember, she asked for this. Begged me to set it up. Got it?'

‘Yes,' he says, like he wants to say no. His Adam's apple works as he swallows hard.

I trail my hand upward over the soft, soft skin of Darcy's stomach to cup her breast and flick my fingertip carelessly, casually over her nipple. She gasps, but I ignore her, keeping my eyes on Dex's face. It's imperative that he understands what I'm saying so he can help me give Darcy exactly what she needs.

‘Have a go,' I tell him. ‘Remember, you can do whatever you like to her.' The candlelight in here is intimate, but I have a far better view of him than I did next door, and he is rock fucking hard.

I keep my fingertip flicking, earning myself some lovely little whimpers from Darcy, and my eyes fixed on Dex. He glances at my hand, then at her face, then back at me. Finally, he reaches silently for his flute and, tipping it up, pours a stream of champagne over her left tit.

That's my boy.

I knew he had it in him somewhere.

Darcy moans as he bends and licks upwards from the underside of her tit over her nipple, the musculature of his jaw working as he does. And then he's fastening his mouth to her nipple and sucking hard. I follow suit, dribbling champagne over her right side and bending to suck, because I know how insanely sensitive this woman's nipples are. Having both of us tease them should send her through the roof.

Besides, it'll warm her up nicely for taking the surprise clamps I've got tucked away in my trouser pocket.

I wrap an arm around her back so she doesn't have to strain against us too hard to stay upright. We'll get her on a bed shortly, but this is pretty hot. Her champagne-soaked skin is fucking delicious, her nipple furling beautifully within the light vice of my teeth as I flick my tongue over it.

Not that I need confirmation of the effect we're having on her.

The rapture in the sounds she's making is evidence enough.

‘What a lucky, lucky girl you are,' I hum against her flesh, trying to block out the extreme proximity of Dex's face to mine. We're both standing off to the side, but still. I open my eyes slightly to find his closed in blissful concentration, eyelashes fanned so seductively it's downright dangerous.

‘Don't touch her cunt yet,' I warn Dex. ‘Actually, do. Swipe a finger through and tell me just how much she's enjoying this.'

They groan in unison.

This is a puppet show.

Expertise level: basic.

Both so delicious. So malleable. So responsive.

Dex sighs and obliges, sliding a hand between her legs. ‘Jesus fuck,' he rasps. I know he must have touched her clit because she practically shoots through the ceiling, and I band my arm harder around her before releasing her nipple and straightening myself. Her hands wind tightly around our necks, more to spur us on than for balance, I suspect.

‘That's enough,' I bark. ‘We don't want her blowing just yet.'

He straightens up and dips his head to kiss the side of her jawline, brushing her hair worshipfully off her shoulder.

I turn to her and grin. ‘Look at this. You've got two fully-dressed men fucking dying to go to town on you. How does that feel?'

She's already dazed. There's an enchanting flush on her cheeks, and it's mirrored where we've been sucking on the pale skin of her tits. Her nipples are hard, needy little peaks glistening with our saliva.

‘Like I already want to die from happiness,' she whispers, and I grin.

‘That's my greedy little slut. Dex, mate, let's get her on the bed.'