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“Touch me,” I said. “Both of you.”
Zoe’s smile turned wicked. She slid off the chair onto her knees on the rug, put her hands on my chest and kissed me, a soft, curious, wine-sweet kiss that had Elena watching us with her lip caught in her teeth. Elena stood and fetched the cuffs.
Between them they got me onto the bed, wrists clipped, ankles loose. Zoe pulled her dress over her head. She was lush and freckled and wore nothing under it. Elena stripped too, slowly, and the two of them knelt on either side of me and kissed over my face, a long, hungry kiss with a lot of tongue.
“Who goes first?” Zoe asked.
“You.” Elena’s voice was husky. “Sit on his face. Mark, use your mouth.”
Zoe straddled me, her thighs warm against my ears, and I licked her. She was salty and sweet and so wet she dripped down my chin. She rode my tongue and gasped and swore, while Elena crawled between my legs and took my cock into her throat. I groaned into Zoe, and she shuddered and came with a cry, her fingers twisted in Elena’s hair.
They switched. Elena sank down onto me, and Zoe kissed her, then bent to suck my fingers, my nipples, my neck. They were laughing and moaning and giving orders, and I was just a pair of hands and a mouth and a cock.
“Come,” Elena said, finally. “Come for us.”
I did. Gloriously. Loudly. Twice as long as I’d ever managed.
“We’ll do that again,” said Zoe, lying across my stomach.
“Next weekend,” said Elena.
Ending 13 of 16: Two Mistresses. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.