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“Something tells me you need to let him go first, whatever it is we do tonight,” Andre says. “My balls ache just looking at him.”
“It’s up to the queen,” I say. “Lance, you may kneel where you were again.”
He heaves a shaky breath, then nods, carefully walking back to the dais and taking up his position between the thrones once more.
“Who’s next?” Ben asks, looking between me and Andre. He’s clearly getting into this now.
“I think you are,” Andre growls. Ben grins when his partner moves in close and begins unfastening the buttons of his shirt. “You going to join me?” he asks, looking at me.
“It would be my pleasure,” I say.
I hazard a look at Lance when I move behind Ben. He seems very self-contained, but the struggle in his eyes is evident and his fists remain clenched atop his thighs while he watches us.
Andre and I get Ben undressed. Then it’s Andre’s turn. Finally, the pair of them share the task of removing my clothes.
I’m wrapped up in the excitement, sharing kisses with each of them during the process, my skin electrified from the casual contact and barely there caresses. It’s more polite than I would have expected from two horny men, which bodes well. They respect boundaries, which might come from sharing a very dominant woman. But they both still manage at least oneaccidentalbrush against my hard dick before I instruct them to line up in front of the dais on either side of me.
We’re just in time for the women to return, and when Gwen and Kat appear, both of Kat’s partners let out appreciative whistles.
Kat is in Gwen’s other outfit, a gown of sheer blue silk shot through with silver threads. She’s also arranged her hair atop her head similar to Gwen, with a small silver tiara nestled around the plaits.
They both give us delighted smiles when they step up on either side of where Lance kneels. He watches them, head twisting to follow as they move past him, linked hands passing over his head.
Gwen takes her seat again, smiling as she observes Kat, who pauses before the second throne, studying it.
“This is some kinky throne,” Kat says. “I’m going to havesomuch fun.”
ChapterThirty
Gwen
The boys have outdone themselves tonight. I wasn’t sure how my new idea for our little show would turn out, but it’s going well so far. While I was helping Kat dress, she explained the situation with her men. They’ve been embroiled in a scandal in Washington, D.C., so they’re scouting a new place to call home. New York is looking better and better, so there’s a good chance if tonight goes well, they’ll return and become regular members of Whitewood.
I like her, and feel even more comfortable with my scheme when I see Lance still kneeling, now naked, and the three other men lined up and ready to receive their orders from their queens.
“Queen Katherine, be my guest and choose a subject to service you to start the evening off.”
“It would be my pleasure. Are they all an option?”
“Each and every one, if you wish.”
She bites her lip, barely containing her excitement. “Gosh, it’s so hard to choose, but I think I want Andre to get things going.”
I nod at Percy, who directs Andre to the throne, then carefully arranges the backrest for him to lie on. Andre lets out a pleased chuckle when he pulls himself up beneath Kat’s throne, and my own pussy tingles, because that first sensation is one of my favorite feelings.
Kat lets out a surprised gasp, then lets her head fall back, her back arched and her thighs spread while Andre services her with his tongue.
“Ben, get over here,” she breathes, and her other partner eagerly joins them. The new additions to the throne allow him to straddle Andre’s torso and face Kat, his knees resting on a pair of padded wings. She bends over and kisses him deeply, then leans back, sighing when he bends his head and kisses his way down her throat, tugging aside the fabric covering her breasts to suck on each nipple in turn.
Percy clears his throat, pulling my attention away from our guests. He tilts his head to Lance, reminding me something needs my attention before we do anything else. A promise must be kept.
Lance still faces away, his tattooed shoulders tense. The plug is visible between his cheeks, solidly entrenched inside him. It hasn’t been that long since he inserted it, but I imagine it’s been long enough.
“Lance, honey. Come to me.”
He uncoils slowly, rising to his feet. When he faces me, he looks expectant and more than ready to be put out of his misery. I motion for him to approach my throne, and despite the passionate activity occurring beside us, his attention is wholly on me.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he says.
