cock hardening against me. I frame his face with my hands, enjoying the way his whiskers prickle against my skin, enjoying the faint flush beneath his freckles even more. “I am a princess. I’m spoiled and proud and loyal. I value freedom above all else, sometimes to my detriment. I am not perfect, and I don’t want to be with someone who needs me to be perfect to love me.” I rock my hips a little. “I’m also a little slut who loves to be fucked dirty, with a some degradation thrown in for spice.” And I love you. Both of you. The last I manage to keep in. There’s only so much vulnerability I can stand in a single twenty-four hour period and I’ve long since maxed mine out for this one.
“I see you.” Gaeton loosely clasps my hips with his big hands. It brings into focus how much larger than me he is, how different the power dynamic feels with me naked and him fully clothed. He strokes his thumbs over my lower stomach. “You want this cock, Isabelle?”
I don’t know if I believe him that he sees me. I don’t think a single instance of honesty can combat years’ worth of half-truths and lies. It doesn’t matter in this moment. Letting myself be swept away by anticipation feels good, like letting go of a weight I’ve carried for so long. I’ll have to pick it up again sooner than I’d like, but for now I’m fully present and holding my breath waiting for what happens next. “Yes.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I wet my lips. “Yes, Sir. I want your cock.”
He releases my hips and drapes himself over the arms of the chair, a king on his throne. “Then take it.”
I reach for the front of his pants with a shaking hand. He makes no move to help me, simply sits there and lets me draw down his zipper and pull out his cock. I give him a slow, exploratory stroke, and meet his gaze.
Gaeton gives me absolutely nothing. Instead, it’s Beast’s voice that comes from behind him in answer to my silent question. “Don’t make him repeat himself.”
Understanding dawns, bringing with it a delicious burst of pleasure. I brace one hand on his shoulder and shift closer, guiding his cock to my entrance. He’s a bit bigger than Beast, so I have to work to take him deep, fighting inch by inch down his length while he holds perfectly still and does nothing to help. The only sign he’s affected is a faint flushing of his cheeks. Once he’s sheathed completely inside me, I pause, enjoying the feeling of being so full of him.
“Really, little slut? Surely that’s not enough for you.” I can feel his words in my chest, a rumble that’s delicious and oh, so wrong. He cocks an eyebrow at me, as if I’m not impaled on his cock right now, as if we’re simply having a conversation he’s already grown tired of. “You interrupted my morning with your needy pussy, practically begging me to fill you up. Get yourself off. Now.”
There it is, that delicious sting of humiliation. It feels dirty to ride him like this while he sits there and tolerates it. Like I’m just as much a little slut as he calls me. My breasts brush his shirt with every stroke, and the physical reminder of his being clothed while I’m naked only makes this hotter. I want it to last forever, but I also want to come all over him right now. I grind down, working my clit against the exposed bit of skin where his pants have gaped open. “Gaeton,” I gasp.
That’s when I look over his shoulder and meet Beast’s gaze.
The strength of it shocks me so much, my rhythm hitches. I might have expected jealousy if I thought about it at all, but it’s nowhere in evidence. He looks at us like he owns us, like we’re two players acting out his favorite fantasy, as if he’s enjoying this moment even more than I am.
“He’s watching, isn’t he?”
I glance at Gaeton. “Yes, Sir.”
“Mmm. Hold on.” He barely gives me a chance to obey before he lifts and rotates the chair a full one hundred and eighty degrees. I can’t see Beast any more, but I feel his attention lick down my spine and settle on the spot where Gaeton and I are joined.
I start to look over my shoulder, but Gaeton makes a rumbling growly sound. “No, little slut. You’re