The temptation to do the opposite of what he says is there, but I play his games. Leaning forward, I kiss Aurora and dive right in. Her pussy pulses around my fingers.
“So wet,” I murmur as I pull back. I go to lick my fingers but stop when Drake grabs my wrist.
“Wait.” He doesn’t let go, and he takes my place. He kisses Aurora and plays with her, making her whimper.
When Drake pulls away from her, she leans forward, chasing his lips.
Drake chuckles. “So needy. Are you sure you got her off Santi or did you leave our girl hanging?”
“Trust me, my crotch is soaked from her,” he says as he nips her collarbone.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Aurora laughs.
Her laughter is cut off when Drake turns toward me. Without breaking eye contact, he brings my hand up to his mouth and his to mine. In sync, we take each other’s fingers into our mouths, sucking our girl’s juices off one another.
“Goddamn,” Santi mumbles.
“My turn,” Ezra says as he shoulders past us.
We watch as he drops to his knees, instantly burying his face in Aurora’s pussy. She cries out, jolting forward. Santi grunts as he catches her, pulling her back upright. Within minutes, Ezra has our girl going off again and pulls back. Aurora lies boneless in Santi’s lap.
He stands and smirks down at his handiwork. “You have thirty minutes to regroup and then we start again. Let’s head out.”
“I thought you said fingers only?” I say as he scoops her into his arms.
Ezra smirks, his eyebrow ring glinting off the strobe lights. “Do as I say, not as I do. Better to ask for forgiveness than permission.”
* * *
Aurora is on the edge and I’m keeping her there.
We arrived back to the house ten minutes ago. We didn’t even make it to the bedroom. She stripped naked right there in the living room with the blinds open. I would be concerned if we had neighbors, but as it is, we have privacy here.
So I let her strip, then I made her lie on the coffee table.
I wasn’t sure she was going to be down when I went and got the rope from the other room, but Aurora is full of surprises. She not only agreed to let me tie her up, but she begged for it.
That’s how she ended up spread-eagled, tied to each leg of the table like a sacrifice.
We are going to devour her tonight.
I shed my clothes not long after her, but I have discipline. It’s not my time yet. I need to wait for the guys.
“Please, Ezra. It hurts,” she cries out.
I laugh. I’m sure it does. I’ve brought her to the brink four times now, only to ease off before she can find relief.
“Such a dirty slut. You want me to humiliate you, don’t you? You want me to make you cry, spreading that pretty makeup all over your face. You want me to spill my cum all over your chest? Paint my name in it?”
My breath gets heavier with every word. I fucking love making a woman my bitch. There’s something so invigorating about it, especially knowing it’s Aurora and she likes it as much as I do.
“Did you start without us?” Liam asks, walking into the room as he strips.
Santi and Drake are behind him, following his movements.
“I didn’t want our girl getting cold, so I made sure to keep her nice and warm for us. Are you warm, Princess?”
“Yes. So warm. I need to come,” she begs, her head falling to the side to look up at the guys.
