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I know this is who I am, Seton.
 
And I want to be this way, but with you.

Forever.
 

It was just as well that he didn’t know where my real inner torments lay.
 
He would have a field day with all that power over me.

He sighed and unexpectedly withdrew his questing fingers.
 
“Look at me, my pet.”

I looked at him through a blur of unshed tears.
 
Heat flared in the depths of his emerald eyes.
 
“I know you want to be with two men at the same time.
 
To make amends for what I did to you, I want you to have that tonight.”

He turned over to Mitch.
 
“Go to him.
 
Go suck his dick while I watch.
 
Go do it before I change my mind.”

Stunned, I blinked away tears and glanced over at Mitch.
 
He shifted in his seat, crossing and uncrossing his legs.
 
A look of desire passed over his face.
 
I turned wary eyes back to Seton.
 
He was grinning at Mitch.
 
“I think Mr. Briars would like that too, my pet,” he murmured.
 
He smiled an affectionate smile at me and kissed the tip of my nose.
 
“Now do as I say.”

Licking my lips and wiping away tears, I scooted over to the other side of the couch, squatting in front of Mitch.
 
His eyes were half-closed, clouded with arousal.
 
I smiled uneasily at him as I reached for his jeans and pulled down the zipper with shaky, clumsy fingers.
 
He lifted slightly from his seat so that I could slide his jeans down to his thighs.
 
His cock sprang out, hard and red and curving slightly to the left.
 
He was fully erect—he’d obviously enjoyed every second of my spanking.
 
He was nowhere near as thick and long as Seton, and he was uncircumcised, the wrinkled foreskin fully retracted.
 
I had never given Mitch or his penis much thought, but they were both very appealing at that moment.
 
I knew it had to do with Seton.
 
I wanted him to watch me do it with another man, wanted him to witness the pleasure I could bring to someone other than him.

Seton sat silently, staring at us.
 
Our eyes met and I gave him a slanted smile as I leaned down and swept my tongue slowly over Mitch’s red-tipped crown.
 
Mitch’s hips pushed helplessly upward, his body trembling convulsively as he curled his fingers around my hair.
 

Seton’s nostrils flared, his pupils dilated, his jaw clenched.
 
My gaze drifted downward, resting on the rampant erection trapped within his jeans.
 
Now
that
was worth putting on a show like this!
 

Fueled by Seton’s silent approval, I curled both hands around the base of Mitch’s shaft and sucked him off greedily—my head moving up and down, fast and furious, letting every inch slip in and out of my mouth.
 
Mitch groaned, his hand gripping tighter around my hair.
 
I sighed inwardly, basking in the warmth of Seton’s unwavering gaze.
 
Closing my eyes, I relaxed and let my senses take full reign.

I heard Seton shift in his seat and toy with his zipper.
 
Then I felt him get up and move toward me, situating himself directly behind me.
 
He grabbed my hips and positioned me in all fours, my upper body rested on top of Mitch’s thighs.

“You want two cocks inside of you, my pet?” Seton asked thickly.

I moaned in response, sucking Mitch all the harder, making his hips buck up and push into my mouth.
 

“Then you shall have them,” Seton drawled darkly as he removed my thong.
 
“Enjoy it while you can, darling, ’cause this won’t happen again.”
 

He plunged into me so hard that my body jerked forward, forcing me to take Mitch deeper into my mouth, almost choking me.
 
I let out a muffled cry of pleasure as Seton thrust into me with hard, pummeling strokes, filling me up so completely that I moaned incessantly against Mitch’s shaft.
 
Seton curled his hands around my waist to hold me steady as he moved in and out of me, his strokes becoming faster and all the more urgent as he slammed hard against my stinging buttocks.
 

As Seton’s thrusts became more and more vigorous, I sucked Mitch just as aggressively, so that both shafts were in synch as they filled me.
 
What a strange, yet exhilarating sensation, pleasuring two men at the same time.
 
Such a thing had only existed in my darkest, wickedest dreams, and Seton had made it happen.
 
By forcing me to submit to him, he had rewarded me with extreme, overpowering and unfathomable pleasure.
 
It was the best gift a man had ever bestowed upon me, one I would treasure forever.

Blood pounded in my ears as they filled with the sounds of moans, groans and whimpers from all three of us as the fucking and suckling continued.
 
I worked hungrily on Mitch while Seton took me like a vicious, dominant wolf staking his claim on his bitch.
 
His thrusts told me that he was the one in charge, the one who owned and controlled me, and the one who supplied all of the pleasure.
 
Mitch was just an inconsequential third party, a means to an end.
 
And that was fine with me.
 
Seton was the one I wanted.

Quick as a cat, Seton ended the heady contact and rose up behind me, wrenching me away from Mitch’s cock.
 
I turned to face him, dumbfounded.
 
“Why are you stopping?
 
It felt so good!”

“To the bedroom, both of you,” he ordered, his voice husky and breathless.
 
His cock curved up proudly, nice and slick with my moisture.
 
He wasn’t wearing a condom.
 
To my surprise, I found that I didn’t care.
 
I loved having his bare flesh inside of me.

I glanced over at Mitch, who blinked up at Seton in lust-filled confusion.

“Do it,” Seton commanded.
          

Mitch and I lunged forward and exchanged puzzled frowns as we moved to the bedroom.
 
My legs quivered with need and anticipation.
 
What else did Seton have in store for us?

We stood near the foot of the bed when Seton strode into the bedroom, his hands behind his back, his rock-hard cock bobbing with each move.
 
He stopped in front of us and gazed at me from underneath thick eyelashes, green orbs narrowed with passion.
 
He had all of his clothes on except for his jacket.
 
Only his penis and testicles were exposed.
 
His jeans were suspended by his belt.
 
My heart ached at the memory of hearing him say that I would only have his cock and nothing else.
 

I chanced a glance at Mitch.
 
He was staring fixedly at Seton, naked desire and something akin to adoration flickered across his face.
 
Two spots of color flamed his cheeks when he saw me eyeing him.
 
Huh.
 
Was Mitch submissive or something?
 
Or was he—oh horror of horrors—bisexual?
 
Well, whatever he was, he was enjoying this as much as I was, that much was certain, and he was enjoying it exclusively because of Seton.
 
At that moment I knew that, in Mitch’s eyes,
I
was the inconsequential third party, a means to an end.
 

“Lie on the bed,” Seton ordered Mitch.
 
“On your back.”

Mitch obeyed, a little too eagerly, I thought.

Seton’s lusty gaze bored into mine.
 
“And you,” he murmured, “go sit astride him.
 
I want you to ride his cock.”

I blushed with both embarrassment and excitement at the sound of his command.
 
Swiftly, I crawled into Mitch’s King-sized bed and straddled his hips.
 
We exchanged awkward smiles as Mitch reached into his nightstand and slipped out a condom.
 
He slid it on expertly with one hand while he cupped one of my breasts with the other, scraping a thumb across my nipple.
 
Shuddering slightly, I guided him with my hand and eased myself down on his erection.
 
I lifted and lowered myself slowly, pleasure gripping me as I imagined Seton standing behind us, watching me take another man’s cock into my hungry cunt.
 
Mitch’s eyes were closed; his jaw clenched as his hips rocked forward, meeting my languid thrusts.

“Is she not one hell of a great fuck?” Seton asked Mitch from somewhere behind us.

“Oh, yeah,” Mitch replied through gritted teeth.

“And she’s beautiful, isn’t she?”

“Yes.”

“And her body?”

“Gorgeous,” Mitch groaned.

“I for one adore her body,” Seton purred throatily.
 
“Especially her cunt.
 
So wet and tight.”

I clamped my eyes shut and whimpered in response as I palmed Mitch’s naked chest and rode him harder—grinding wetly against him—ignited, as usual, by Seton’s dirty talk.

“But,” Seton drawled seductively as he moved closer to the bed, “I’d like to feel something tighter tonight.”
 

He climbed into the bed and stopped behind us, sliding one hand around my waist and holding me still.
 
Mitch was still inside me, and he rocked his hips impatiently upward as I straddled him, now immobile.
 
I felt Seton’s cock brush against the base of my spine.
 
His hands cupped my buttocks—now numb from the spanking—kneading them gently.
 

“You’ve got a great ass,” he said thickly.
 
“Nice and plump, just the way I like them.”

I gasped when he parted my cheeks and spilled something cold and greasy into the tiny passage.
 

“Sir—”

“Quiet,” he growled and shifted his hips so that I could feel the flaring tip of his penis probing my anus.
 
“You’re going to take me in the ass and you’re going to enjoy it.”

My breathing grew labored as realization sank in.
 
He wanted me to ride Mitch while he fucked my asshole.
 
I shivered, torn between fear and desire.
 
But even though it scared me, the idea of being sandwiched between two gorgeous men was too delectable to pass on.
 
Reluctantly, I offered no resistance when Seton pushed me down so that I was bent over Mitch.

I swallowed hard as my arms stretched out on either side of Mitch’s head.
 
Mitch licked his lips and ran his hands across the undersides of my breasts.
 
His blue eyes twinkled with desire—desire for me or for Seton I had no idea.
 
He looked as nervous and as excited as I was.
 

Apprehensive, I clenched my buttocks and bit my lip in anticipation.

“Relax, my pet,” Seton whispered soothingly.
 
“You will enjoy this, I promise.”

“I, uh, I’ve never had a man enter me there,” I stuttered, glancing at Seton over my shoulder.

A naughty smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
 
“Good.
 
Then I shall enjoy it all the more knowing that I’m the first.”

He bent me farther down against Mitch.
 
“Fuck her,” he told Mitch.

Mitch moved beneath me, thrusting his hips upward and making me gasp when my clit scraped roughly against his body.
 
My sensitive nipples brushed deliciously against his chest.
 
I buried my face in his neck and moaned.
 
The constant brushing and scraping over my most sensitive parts felt so good I almost saw stars.
 

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