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Before she sighed it out, he said, “Like this,” then cupped
her head in both hands, his fingers slipping into her hair, his mouth lowering
to hers.

Nikki’s surprise turned to immediate desire. She sighed
wantonly at his body’s size and warmth, the contradiction of his soft, heated
lips and the rasp of his beard. If he worried about his whiskers chafing her
skin, he didn’t show it. His kiss was deep and punishing, his tongue no longer
allowing her any sound except a muffled whimper, his lust demanding she give
him everything he desired.

Nikki couldn’t resist. Lost in the moment, she pressed her
length to his, surrendering to his touch. Her nipple peaked even more within
his palm. His other hand went to her cunt, his fingers acquainting themselves
with her cleft.

Indescribable sensations radiated from there to the top of
her head. He was as skilled as Mitch at foreplay, but different, his moves less
casual, more intense. She didn’t think it possible to submit more than she
already had, but Nikki did, losing all sense of time and place. They might as
well have been alone in here. She heard and felt nothing but Connor.

Though fevered, he didn’t rush the kiss or his exploration
of her clit, running his thumb around it several times prior to touching the
hard nub. Nikki went to her toes with the stunning delight his stroking
produced. She fisted her fingers in his tee. Her reaction didn’t get him to
alter his pace. He seemed not to care about anything except his own need. He
used her as he wanted, his passion evolving from savage to merciful.

His unexpected tenderness, the protective manner in which he
cupped her mound, the way he softened his kiss aroused Nikki more than anything
else. She slipped her arms around his torso.

Connor stiffened within her embrace. He pulled his mouth
free and stepped back, his tee quivering with his harsh breaths. His expression
vacillated between helpless desire and renewed distrust.

Suspicion won. Whether for his own feelings or her
intentions, Nikki hadn’t a clue, nor did she get an opportunity to ask.

Connor continued to put distance between him and her, while
muttering to Mitch, “Do it like that.”

Right. He was supposed to kiss and fondle Nikki as though
he’d never enjoyed anything more, only to flee as though he’d found the entire
matter distasteful. Kind of like the cool kids at school falling silent at
their approach, then laughing after they’d passed.

Connor was behaving as idiotically as those morons had. He
was an obstinate fool, still refusing to forgive Nikki for junk that didn’t
matter any longer. Mitch had no idea what she could say or do to pierce
Connor’s armor.

His brother did want her, though. That was painfully obvious
to everyone in this room, including Connor. Mitch figured the next two days
were going to be a real bitch for his brother, having to watch Nikki’s skin
flush with excitement, witnessing her climaxes, hearing her wanting moans,
seeing Mitch mounting and using her in every way possible while he refused to
participate. However, if that’s what Connor wanted, so be it. Mitch was more
than willing to accommodate him, with a little goading thrown in for acting
like such an SOB and making Nikki look so sad.

“You’re sure?” Mitch asked.

Connor turned from Alex, his irritation evident. “That’s
what I said.”

“So you did. Still, I thought I might do it like this.”

Surprise, then soft female approval registered on Nikki’s
face at Mitch’s thumb running across her bottom lip. He smiled. She parted her
lips as though to thank him or protest what he was doing in Connor’s presence.
Not giving her a chance to say one word, he eased his thumb inside her mouth.

Her sorrow at his brother’s behavior wavered, then faded
beneath Mitch’s attention, as though she couldn’t help herself. He knew she
wanted and needed him to touch her. She behaved as she had in the dressing
room, passion transforming her features, her demeanor part submission with a
whole lot of seduction thrown in. She suckled his digit, sweeping her tongue
over the edge of his nail, her teeth giving him a taunting bite.

Enough of play. Mitch removed his thumb and brushed his lips
over hers. Nikki trembled.
That’s my girl.
Holding her within his
embrace, Mitch gave her all the support she needed.

It made her bold. The tip of her tongue teased the seam of
his mouth. Her hands roamed his naked ass, back and shoulders. Unlike his
brother, Mitch didn’t retreat. He fitted his mouth to hers and kissed Nikki as
he had no other woman…with the same eagerness he’d known as a teen mingled with
a man’s passion and a friend’s love.

From the start, he’d adored everything about her. If
anything had changed about that during the years, it was the depth of his feelings.
They’d grown with his endless yearning for the woman she’d become.

With reluctance, he finished their kiss. Nikki’s head fell
back, exposing her throat. Mitch kissed the pale blue vein above her collar,
enjoying her breathy moan and the way her fingers clutched his biceps,
unwilling to let go.

He swallowed, then asked, “Alex, did you get that?”

“Oh shit, was I supposed to?”

The extras laughed.

“Want me to do it again?” Mitch asked his brother. “Or do
you want to show us once more how it’s done?”

If Connor had been close enough, Mitch figured his brother
would have slugged him. Nikki went from limp to alert, apparently ready for the
worst.

“Maybe we should just start with her on the table,” Alex
suggested.

“Kiss her again,” Connor ordered Mitch. “My way. Then she
goes on the table and we continue with the scene as I’d written it originally.
Got it?”

“Action,” Alex blurted, not waiting for Mitch’s response or
Connor’s cue.

“Have it your way,” Mitch said, then kissed Nikki once more.

She should have done something to stop Mitch, taken the
opportunity to say something to him and Connor in order to make things right,
but didn’t.

Her fear of losing these moments with them made Nikki
selfish. If this wasn’t the ultimate female fantasy, no matter how temporary,
then what was?

Through a fog of shameless indulgence, Nikki submitted to
Mitch’s kiss, which was as commanding as Connor wanted, yet nothing like when
she’d been in his arms. If she’d been deprived of sight or smell, she would
have known which brother kissed her, their differences were that clear and
thrilling.

“Okay, that’s enough,” Connor said, his irritation replaced
with what seemed to be resignation or fatigue. “Now the table.”

Ah yes, that. The sacrificial altar.

Nikki lay down, her chain clacking the wood, her skin
luminous from the candlelight. The guys regarded her as though she were their
next meal, their expressions slightly feral, completely thrilling. If this had
been the real House of Lords, they would have risked violating her, squeezing her
breasts, tonguing her nipples, running their fingers over her pussy.

She tried to pull in a full breath but could not, excitement
precluding it.

Paul captured her wrists, dragging her hands above her
shoulders. James and George grabbed her ankles, planting the soles of her feet
on the table, spreading her legs to expose her opening even more. Her slit was
so wet the sticky air was cool against it, her clit aching as it would at a
man’s intrusive touch. She imagined her vaginal lips parted and puffy, prepared
for Mitch’s cock.

He climbed onto the table. Alex and Connor moved closer. The
extras leaned up in their chairs.

Having read Connor’s book, Nikki knew what would come next.
It made the wait to act it out grueling. Crazy with need, she willed Mitch to hurry
as he turned his back to her, then straddled her torso. He faced her sex and
she faced his, his balls and cock hanging like forbidden fruit just out of her
mouth’s reach. Forgetting herself, Nikki tugged her arms, trying to get free of
Paul so she could grab Mitch, bringing him closer.

“No,” Connor said, noticing. “You’re a slave. You’re
supposed to lie still and await your master’s desire.”

Fuck that. Nikki had plenty desires of her own. She mewled
in protest.

Mitch lapped her belly.

Her gasp of pleasure turned into a prolonged whimper.

He wrapped his arms around her upper thighs, his fingers
separating her slick folds just as he’d done in the dressing room, then lowered
his hips, bringing his balls and cock within licking distance. Nikki held back
a gratified groan. He smelled of the sandalwood soap he’d used a short while
ago. Luckily, it hadn’t removed the scent of sex. Her fragrance still lingered
on his skin. Snaking out her tongue, Nikki licked his crown.

Mitch was so hard, his shaft barely moved. The rest of him,
though… He lowered his ass, bringing his heavy sex closer to her lips. Nikki
eased his cock inside her mouth, indulging herself with his skin’s texture and
taste, the male musk clinging to his thick pubic hair and balls.

They dangled above her nose, turgid and masculine. She
wanted to rub her face in them, experience their heat, love them with her
tongue.

Mitch didn’t allow it, pulling himself away, denying her.

Nikki groaned, then cried out at Mitch’s tongue flicking
over her clit. No, no, no. Too much. She couldn’t take it. She was a breath
away from coming and hadn’t yet had her fill of him. It wasn’t fair.

He slipped two fingers inside her sheath.

She dug her heels into the table and lifted her ass, which
managed to bring her cunt closer to his mouth. Not wanting that, she sagged
back down, determined to resist. Grunting and straining, Nikki lifted her head
enough to take him back into her mouth.

Mitch’s tongue stalled on her clit. His fingers stopped
tunneling within her. He puffed with the intensity of a long-distance runner
who’d gone beyond his own endurance.

Nikki wasn’t about to give him a chance to recover. Holding
his crown between her lips, she ran her tongue over the small opening, tasting
his pre-cum, adoring it. She traced the head’s contours and settled on the
bumpy skin at the back…the area on all men that delivered the most sensation.

Crude sounds tore from Mitch, changing him from a man with
civilized restraints to a male animal intent on rutting. He tightened his arms
around Nikki’s legs and resumed licking, his fingers invading her, his actions
denying any retreat.

Nikki dug her nails into her palms, the only movement
allowed her. She couldn’t break from Paul’s grip or that of George and James.
She was truly a slave now, her imprisonment a given, her only freedom what she
could do to Mitch…the cries of delight she might pull from him. She sucked his
cock deeper into her mouth, taking him in bit by bit, focusing on that rather
than the nagging sensations between her legs.

He fought her at first, but soon faltered. His licks and
strokes became increasingly erratic. Rather than affording her a bit of peace,
it made Nikki’s orgasm edge even closer, her body begging for completion.
No.
It was too soon. She had to have more. She opened her throat, intent on
taking in his full length.

Mitch shuddered. He nipped her clit with his teeth.

On her startled gasp, his shaft slid out of Nikki’s mouth.
Perspiration ran down her neck, the collar dug into her skin, the strain of
holding up her head was nearly unbearable, but she refused to give up and took
him back inside.

They worked each other in an unspoken competition to see
who’d triumph. Those surrounding them grew very quiet, no more throat clearing
or hushed comments. Connor forgot to direct Alex as he had earlier, no longer
telling him to get a shot from the left side, the right, straight ahead.

At the thought of Connor watching this and wanting the same,
Nikki broke, unable to hold off her climax, her wrenching cry subdued by
Mitch’s cock. He grunted and gasped, his ejaculate spurting into her mouth.
Thick, creamy, hot.

She drank willingly, proving her desire and love for
everything about him.

One of the extras whistled long and low. Mitch shuddered,
then slumped to the side, resting his forehead against her leg.

Giving his rod one last suckle, Nikki allowed it to slip
from her mouth and sagged back. Still panting, she turned to Connor, her
thoughts begging him to forgive and forget, to give her another chance.

His breaths were as ragged as those coming from Mitch, his
eyes glazed with desire.

“Do we cut here?” Alex asked.

Nikki frowned, not wanting him to ruin the moment.

Too late. Connor regarded the full scene, not just her.
“Yeah,” he said, “Cut.”

Mitch grunted like a guy on empty, moved off her with little
finesse and sprawled on his back, chest pumping, his cock no longer erect but
still long enough to make Nikki’s soul sing.

“Whew,” Paul said, releasing her wrists.

It took James and George a few seconds before they stopped
holding her ankles. Torn between rolling toward Mitch, who was already conked
out, or Connor, who was too alert, Nikki stayed where she was, legs spread,
pussy exposed, breasts wiggling with each pant.

Her unashamed pose had many of the guys staring, including
Connor. Nikki focused on him.

“Felipe,” he said.

Who?

A guy with a shaved head and a spiderweb tattoo on his neck
came from the back of the room, his rubber soles squeaking on the polished
stone floor. Unlike everyone else in here, he didn’t give Nikki a glance. Could
be he’d already seen his fill.

“The punishment scene is next,” Connor said to the young
man. “Get the stairway and room ready.” He spoke to the others. “Everyone else
is through for the day. Relax and have some fun. I only need Nikki and Mitch for
this.”

“What about me?” Alex asked.

“Stay down here with the others. I’ll handle the filming.”