part of a religious sect working against the Masters’ Admiralty. He wasn’t a part of the world she lived in. What she longed for was absurd, inaccessible, unachievable. She wasn’t living in a fool’s paradise and it was time to stop pretending she was.
Shoving those thoughts aside hurt, but also helped her control her arousal. Selene stood on her toes, placing a kiss on Oscar’s cheek.
“Oscar?”
“Yes?”
“Tie Luca to the chair and make him watch while you fuck me.”
Luca had just taken a sip of his drink—they should probably take it away from him before the poor guy got well and truly drunk—and choked on it. He swallowed and then coughed a few times. Oscar went over and patted his back. Once Luca had finished sputtering, Oscar took his drink, set it on the counter, and then wrapped his arm around Luca’s shoulders.
“Is getting tied up going to give you PTSD flashbacks?” Oscar asked him.
“No, I don’t—”
Oscar spun Luca around and forced him down into a kitchen chair.
“Selene, get me the duct tape from the drawer.”
“Which drawer?”
“What do you mean ‘which drawer?’ The drawer.”
Selene rolled her eyes, but started opening drawers until she found the one where he’d sourced the cards and hot sauce packets. There was a roll of duct tape at the back.
Selene brought it over, examining the very sexy tableau. Luca was in the straight-backed chair. Oscar knelt behind it, his arms wrapped around Luca from behind, both holding Luca to the chair and keeping his elbows at his sides.
Selene found the end of the roll and pulled some off, with that distinctive, loud ripping sound unique to duct tape. Both men looked at her, and for a moment, she considered taping both of them to the chair, just as they were. Then she’d sit on the table, spread her legs, and make them watch as she played with herself.
Selene tore off a piece of duct tape and slapped it over Luca’s mouth.
Damn it, she was a supervillain because doing that had felt way too good.
Luca mumbled behind the tape, his eyes wide. Selene unwrapped a long section—grateful this was a fairly new roll, and slapped it across Luca’s chest, then passed the roll to Oscar.
A few passes around his chest and then Oscar tore the tape, patted the end in place, and stepped back.
“Why gag him?” Oscar asked.
“It seemed like a good idea at the time.”
“You’re terrifying.”
“You like it.”
“I do. I never claimed not to be cracked in the head.”
“Are you saying only crazy people would want to fuck me?” Selene asked.
“Like attracts like.”
“Then maybe you’re a supervillain too.”
Luca grumbled from behind the tape, an exasperated sound. They’d wrapped the tape around his upper arms and chest, which meant he had no problem bending his head to meet his raised hand and ripping the tape off his mouth. “Talk less, fuck more.”
Selene let out a delighted laugh, which quickly turned into a yelp of surprise as Oscar spun her around and bent her facedown over the kitchen table. Selene shivered in delight as Oscar hooked a hand into the back of her pants and jerked them, and her panties, down around her thighs.
“You can give orders all you want,” Oscar told Luca. “But you just have to watch while I fuck her.”
Luca’s breathing was heavy. “Get your hands off my wife!”
There was an awkward pause.
“Um, can I do that?” Luca asked quietly. “Pretend?”
“Role play it is,” Oscar declared. “Why the fuck not?” He pinched Selene’s bare ass.
She yelped, and Oscar pinched the other cheek.
“Please don’t spank her,” Luca said.
Selene lifted her head slightly. “I thought you liked bondage, not—”
Smack.
Oscar spanked her ass hard enough that she yelped.
“—S&M,” she finished, panting.
“We’re apparently going to do all the kinks.” Oscar shoved her pants down to her knees. “Now be a good girl, don’t make me get a wooden spoon.”
“Oh yes—I mean no, no, don’t get a wooden spoon,” Luca panted.
Oscar put one hand between her shoulder blades and smacked her ass with the other. It felt good, small stings that turned to pleasant warmth, a warmth that made her pussy, already wet, pulse with need.
Selene lifted up on her elbows, twisting to look at Luca while she spoke to Oscar. “Oh no, please don’t fuck me in front of my husband!”
“I will.” Oscar jerked her up. Her pants and panties fell to the floor. “But first I’m going to make him watch while I play with your tits.
Oscar grabbed the front of her shirt with both hands. He was