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“I am a little warm.”
“Come here, I’ll test your temperature,” he taunts, daring me to deny him.
Pushing back my chair, I rise to my feet and step toward him. Like always, I’m seated directly to his right, so he only has to slide his chair back a few inches to make space for me. I’m not sure what I’m expecting, but it’s not for him to push his hand up my dress, then fill me with two fingers.
“My my, Malishka, you are hot. Sit down,” he orders, turning me to face the table and pulling me into his lap, his hand trapped beneath me, his fingers still pushed inside of my core.
“Is she wet?” Lev asks conversationally.
“She’s dripping.”
Vik’s laugh is low and gleeful and full of amusement. “Wow, Baby, maybe you should go lie down.”
“I think that might be a very good idea. Why don’t you head on up to bed, we’ll come up and check on you in a minute.” Pushing me upright, Dimi pulls his fingers out of me, trailing the evidence of my arousal down the inside of my thigh.
My breath feels uneven as I step away from the table and rush toward the stairs. I’ve never played these types of games before, but I’m guessing they plan to drag this out and torture me by making me wait.
Stepping into the bedroom, I go straight to the bathroom, turning on the faucet and holding my wrists beneath the cold water. After a minute, I dab my cold fingers against the skin of my neck, then stop the water and dry my hands on the towel.
My stomach clenches and my sex pulses with desire. I’ve only experienced this kind of feeling once before. I was watching porn and got seriously turned on by the way the guy manhandled the girl as he drilled her until she was fake screaming into the camera. The sounds and the sex didn’t really do anything for me, but the way he used her made my whole body come to life like fireworks on the Fourth of July.
Padding barefoot back into the bedroom I glance at the closet door, wondering if I should get ready for bed or wait for Lev to get here and undress me like he seems to like so much.
Flopping back on the bed, I rub my hands over the perfectly made sheet and grimace. Until this moment I hadn’t really considered Roza or maybe even Tanya coming in here to clean, make the bed, and even change the sheets.
Anger flares inside of me when I think of Tanya sniffing our dirty sheets, or stealing the guys’ underwear, but it dissolves into nothingness when the door pushes open and the guys stride in.
“Look at you, wife, already laid out and waiting for us. Dimi planned to make you anticipate us for a little longer, but I couldn’t wait another minute,” Vik says, already unbuttoning his shirt as he strides toward me.
“That dress is too sexy on you to ruin, so go to Lev and let him take it off you,” Dimi orders, his shrewd eyes raking over me and taking in every detail of just how desperate I am for them.
Getting up, I try to move gracefully as I close the distance between me and Lev, but I have no idea how to be demure, or sexy. So, I don’t drag it out, or try to be something that I’m not, I just bound over to him, too excited to wait.
Gripping the hem of my dress, Lev peels it up my body, exposing me inch by inch until he drags the silk over my head, letting it flutter to a heap on the floor at our feet.
“Go get back on the bed, Honey,” he says, turning me and pushing me forward with a gentle hand on the base of my spine.
Lifting one knee, then the other, I climb onto the bed and crawl into the middle, rolling over and propping myself up on my elbows.
My gaze flits between them. Vik is naked, his dick hard, precum already dripping from the head. Lev is shirtless, his hands busily unfastening his pants. Dimi is the only one still fully dressed, his shirt rolled to the elbows and exposing his toned, tattooed forearms.
Once again, I remind myself that I need to spend time actually looking at his tats to see what his two full sleeves depict, but not now. Now is all about this carnal need we have, that’s peppering the very air with lust-filled pheromones.
No one has ever explicitly said that Dimi is the one in charge, but the guys look to him before they move, waiting for his nod before they descend on me as one. Strong hands touch me everywhere, stroking my skin, licking my nipples and throat and mound. It’s too much and nowhere near enough all at once, and I’m on the verge of begging anyone to touch me where I really need them, when the mattress dips and Dimitri Belov, my first fake husband, joins the game.
“Hold her legs,” Dimi orders, settling himself between my spread, and now restrained thighs. Dipping his head, he licks me, the full width of his flattened tongue, tasting me while my two other men hold me wide for him.
I don’t know if they discussed how this was going to go before they came up here, but they move in sync. Dimi eats my pussy likes it’s his last meal, while Vik plays my clit, forcing my body high, then bringing me down, only to build me back up again. Lev tortures my nipples, biting and pinching and teasing me until I explode and light fills my vision and static fills my ears as I come on a cry, twitching against their hold.
“Oh, Baby, you come so fucking prettily,” Vik praises.
Moving once again in perfect synchronicity, Dimi flips to his back and the others lift me, placing me over him, his cock lined up at my entrance.
“You ready, Baby? You’re going to sit on Dimi’s cock and I’m going to stretch your ass out,” Vik tells me, placing his hands on my shoulders and pushing me down onto Dimi’s huge and very hard cock.
I’m so wet, my body accepts the intrusion easily and only moments later, I’m impaled and sitting in Dimi’s lap, my pussy stretched around his impressive girth.
“Lean forward so your perfect tits are pressed against Dimi’s chest,” Lev coaxes, stroking my shoulders as he guides me forward.
