Chapter 8
Icouldn’t give two shits what color the scrap of fabric on Kat is; she could wear a potato sack, and I’d still want to parade her around and call her mine, and there isn’t anything she could do that would make me not want to fuck her.
“Have a seat and enjoy the show, brother.” Nathan nods toward the large recliner by the fireplace that’s currently dark, as if I need instructions. He gets off on control, and that’s great, but I’m not the one getting him off; Kat is. So I go and sit because I want to, not because he said to.
He knows I can’t stand when he tries that bossy shit on me.
So I plop down in the chair, whip my already hard dick out, and flip him the bird.
The beautiful sound of Kat’s chuckle pulls a smile to my face that had felt almost foreign a few weeks ago.
I turn to find her with her lips pressed together in an obvious attempt to hide her amusement, an attempt that clearly failed.
“Something funny?” The harsh rumble of Nathan’s question sobers her, and she begins to shake her head before remembering herself.
“No, sir.”
Nathan drops his cufflinks in the bowl on his dresser and steps out of his shoes before he turns to face Kat, where she sits in the center of his bed like a good fucking girl.
Our good fucking girl.
As if he can read my mind, his gaze flicks up to meet mine, and I see what anyone else would miss—the need, pure and all-consuming, as it shines in his eyes.
Tonight is going to be fun.
He turns his attention back to Kat as he undoes his tie in slow, measured movements, letting it hang from his neck as he unbuttons his shirt.
I have to hand it to him; he sure as fuck knows how to get under her skin. I’m not sure she’s blinked since he walked in the door. The way she looks at him makes my cock ache. Does she look at me like that, like he’s the air she needs to breathe?
Nathan strips off his shirt, folding it and setting it on his dresser, and still his tie remains as he slowly undoes his belt and pulls it free.
Kat’s chest rises and falls like she’s been running, and even from here I can see the way she squirms; if he keeps this up, she’ll leave more than herself wet.
The thought of her wet, dripping, enough so to leave his bed wet, down to the sheets, has me fisting my cock as I work to keep my mouth shut.
All it would take is a simple command; I could have her crawl over here and suck my cock, and she would do it without question, no hesitation.
She trusts us to bring her pleasure, knows we would never hurt her, and fuck, it’s such a turn-on to know we have that kind of control over her, that she gives it to us so freely.
But this is Nathan’s night; he set this all up for them, and while I don’t mind crashing to watch and share, I won’t ruin it for them.
Especially not when it’s setting up to be such a good show.
Nathan undresses, leaving his clothes folded on the dresser.
He stands in his boxers, his tie the only other scrap of clothing, still draped over his shoulders.
He walks around to the foot of the bed to sit with his back to her, and she eats up the sight of him, her eyes roaming over him as if she’s attempting to map every bit of him.
“Kat.” Nathan’s voice snaps us both from our fixations, and her head snaps up, blinking rapidly as if broken from a trance.
“You’re going to climb off the bed and come stand over here,” he points to a spot on the carpet that’s about halfway between us and lets my hand fall away.
If he’s so willing to share, there must be a reason.
No doubt this is about to be a tease more than a show.
Kat scrambles to move, always one to jump to please. I’m sure it also has a lot to do with her own needs right now.
“Slowly,” Nathan says, his tone sharp with authority that she instantly yields to, and I swear I could come just from watching them together like this. “Stand up straight, eyes up. You’re a queen, the most important piece on the chessboard, because without you, the king is useless.”
His words wash over her, and I see the difference they make. Such a beautiful, caring, and faithful woman was beaten down by a man who never deserved her, even at his best.
I can’t wait to see what she becomes, the person she will bloom into with our love and encouragement. I’d put money on the fact that in a year or two, she’ll be a completely different person, shining like the fucking sun.
Nathan glances over at me as she stands tall, prowling toward the space between us, and I see his understanding as well.
She will know she’s a queen; we’ll make sure of it.
Kat stands between us, Nathan on her left and me on her right, as she looks between us, unsure what to do now.
“Give us a spin, baby. Show us that outfit Nate picked out for you,” I tell her, twirling a finger in the air.
This time, she hesitates, turning to look at Nathan for his approval, and I roll my eyes because he always gets his way.
With a nod of approval from him, she does as I said and spins.
“Slower.” Nathan stands and, in only two steps, is right behind her.
His chest presses against her back as he slowly drags his hands up her sides, pulling her arms up above her head with his before moving them back down.
He steps back, and though she looks unsure, she continues the movement, and fuck me, I’m almost positive that little scrap of fabric is going to be the death of me.
It hugs her every curve and leaves her juicy ass on display.
“Beautiful,” Nathan says, and I hear the wonder in his voice as he moves back to sit on the edge of the bed, his eyes glued to her. “Now, why don’t you come have a seat on my lap?” He drops a hand to his leg, and I don’t even try to control my face as I glare up at him.
This time when she moves, she’s a little more sure of herself, not hesitating, though she stands and waits to see how he would like her to sit.
I half expect him to have her crawl up on the bed so he can fuck her, or he can have her ride him, but he does neither.
Instead, he has her sit on his lap, reverse cowgirl style, facing me. His hands trail up her thighs, and I watch her chest rise and fall more quickly with each inch he rises until he slides them to the inside of them and pulls them apart.
Crotchless panties…
Maybe I’ve died and gone to heaven, or maybe, just maybe, this is my own personal hell, considering I’m only supposed to be here for the ‘show.’
I can’t look away as his fingers continue to move up her now-spread thighs, spreading her wide and showing me exactly how wet and needy she is.
“Fuck, Kat. Is that all for us?”
Nathan’s fingers graze her clit, and she lets out a choked whimper in place of words. Not that I need them; I know it is.
Nathan raises his hand, and she follows its movement, her eyes going wide when he presses his fingers to his tongue and licks them clean.
“So fucking delicious,” he says before looking over at me. “Why don’t you see if Alex wants a taste?”
Her eyes shoot over to me, and I see the mix of emotions that shine in her eyes: lust but also uncertainty.
“Come, give me a taste of that sweet pussy, Cherry.” I beckon to her with a crook of my finger, and it’s as if she’s unable to resist.
Nathan helps her to stand, and without breaking eye contact, she walks to me, slowly, deliberately; the tension builds with each step she takes, and I swear I’m going to snap, grab her around the waist, and bend her over the arm of the chair to fuck her right here for Nathan to watch.
She steps between my legs, so fucking close I can feel the warmth of her skin, smell her sweet scent and see the rapid beat of her pulse in her neck…
There’s no way I can touch her and not fuck her.
My eyes flick back to see Nathan watching us, his gaze unwavering, the asshole.
Kat stands, waiting, and I know what she expects, but I can’t. Instead, I open my mouth and stick my tongue out so that she can’t mistake what I’m implying.
She sucks in a sharp breath before opening her mouth as if to say something, only to snap it closed again, her cheeks no longer the only red thing on her.
I hate to admit it, but this outfit, being purple, might be better than red; it really lets me see the flush of her skin, and I fucking love it. I want to lick every inch of her, but for now, her fingers will do.
“You heard him, Kat,” Nathan says again with that hint of authority that she can’t seem to resist, but I hear the slight gruffness in his tone and know he’s not unaffected by this.
Good, he deserves a tease too.
Kat fidgets for a moment more before she takes a deep breath and bites down on her bottom lip, letting her hand fall between her legs and dragging it through her wetness.
She sucks in a breath, and I’m damn near drooling by the time she’s close enough for me to snag her wrist and suck her fingers into my mouth.
I run my tongue along every inch of her finger until I erase the taste of her sweet pussy, causing my already aching cock to weep before I pull back and release her fingers with a pop.
I don’t even realize I’m gripping the arm of the chair until I see Kat’s eyes dart down to look at it before looking back up at me.
“Thanks, love. Now you should go back over to Nathan before you lose your opportunity.” It takes her a second, but I see when she understands what I’m saying, her eyes widening, yet she doesn’t move.
Fuck.
“Kat,” Nathan rasps.
Her head whips around to look at Nathan over her shoulder before she moves back toward him, and it takes everything in me to keep my ass in this chair.
I release my hold on the arm of the chair and stuff my fist in my mouth, biting down as I watch her ass, the back of her outfit little more than a thong that leaves nothing to the imagination.