I rolled my eyes, but he was right, he wouldn't let anyone hurt me. And if this went poorly, I could enjoy the satisfaction of telling on him to Auguste or Amon.
"Good girl," Ezra said, and I tucked a cheek against my own shoulder as if I could hide my blush of pleasure. "Now let's just make sure you'll beg."
I groaned and squirmed as Ezra reached between my legs, swirling his fingers over my clit, summoning back the arousal that had faded until my hips were rocking into his touch.
He pulled away with a chuckle, and the couch shifted as he rose. "That should do it. Just relax. Nice and pretty."
"See if I ever suck your cock again," I muttered under my breath. I would. Ezra knew me a little too well. There was a strange kind of delight at the idea of being caught like this by anyone, of being forced to beg a stranger or one of the girls to touch me. Would Ezra really let me go through with it? Would I go through with it?
Probably, I admitted to myself.
Absently, I brushed a hand over myself, toward my center, itching to relieve the ache, and Ezra's tut of warning echoed in the room, my hand whipping back up toward my head.
"What if no one comes?" I asked suddenly and was immediately hushed.
And there, in the hall, came the sound of footsteps, heavy on the floorboards. Blood rushed into my cheeks. Shit. Shit, this was going to happen. I was going to be caught, skirts up, pussy wet, and then I would have to—
The steps sounded closer, slow and steady, and my eyes searched the room for an invisible Ezra, waiting for him to snap the door shut and end the joke. Which might not even be a joke. I opened my lips and then pressed them shut again just as quickly.
Oh dear, I wanted this. I was a little terrified, a lot ashamed, and very possibly going to get into a great deal of trouble if I had to beg someone else's monster to touch me, but my heart was racing and my cunt was throbbing with just the idea of it. You are depraved, I thought. And hopefully, my men would forgive me.
A massive figure appeared in the doorway, filling its frame with broad shoulders. Familiar shoulders.
A great giggling gust escaped me at the sight of Booker, blue eyes blinking and immediately landing on my cunt.
"Oh, thank God, Booker, please. Please, please, please. Touch me. Fuck me. Booker," I rushed out in a whine, trembling on the couch.
Booker's lips twitched at my begging, but he marched calmly forward, hands already on the waistband of his pants, opening it quickly, his cock rising at my call and peeking out. All the anxiety, embarrassment, and excitement blended into a sudden cascade of relief and heat.
"Oh god, yes, Booker, please!" I cried out the moment he stepped between my spread thighs, cool touch wrapping around my hips.
There was no preamble, just the obedient push of his cock inside of me, and both of our groans rising. Booker fucked me like he was one of Jonathon's inventions, steady and reliable, perfect pressure to make me simmer and squirm. One of his thumbs grazed toward my clit, but it only teased at the edges.
"Keep her at the edge, Booker."
My eyes widened at the sound of Jonathon's voice, and I sighed as the door of the study clicked shut. "Oh, you bastard, you planned this," I gasped out, Ezra's chuckle answering the obvious.
"Of course he did. As if we'd allow anyone else to touch you," Jonathon said, his smile playful as he rounded the couch, coming to kneel at my head. He pushed a pillow under my shoulders and arched an eyebrow at me in question, hands on his waistband.
"Fuck yes," I hissed, moaning as Booker tickled around the edge of my clit again and Jonathon unfastened his pants, drawing out his cock.
"Any last words, love?" Jonathon asked, and his grin looked especially wicked upside down like this, his hand stroking his cock until it offered me a dewy droplet on its head.
"I want Auguste to taste you in me tonight," I said, triumphant as Jonathon's eyes flared green.
I stretched for them both and one of Ezra's invisible hands found its way inside the collar of my dress to pinch at a nipple, making me squeak around the head of Jonathon's cock.
He fed me his length with steady patience, making me suck and lick at every inch before offering me another. I reached up to work his sac gently in my hands, humming at the clean taste of him. How like my gentle doctor to ready himself for my sake before fucking himself into my throat.
"Yes, yes that's it," Jonathon said on a sigh. "Whenever you like, Booker. And as often as you can make her. Keep her crying on me."
I had one quick moment to catch my breath, and then Booker's cock shifted higher and his thumb swirled deliberately around my clit, pressing it and rubbing it in place as I thrashed and came with a cry.
"We're going to get caught if you make her shout like that," Ezra said with a chuckle.
"Good," Booker growled, fucking me faster, driving me up to another peak before I'd finished my float down from the first.
"Let them see," Jonathon gasped, his fingers tightening in my hair as he started to carefully move. "See how well our wicked little girl takes us."