“You’re fucking hungry?!” he shouted.
Vanessa clamored off his lap and folded her arms protectively around her abdomen.
“Why are you yelling at me? It’s not like I want to starve to death. I’m here to take care of it, alright?”
She was mortified. She’d wanted to hide it, thought she could hide it.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to now. But could you just, please gift me to someone? It’s in the contract. If I agree you can allow someone else to have me.”
She was now shaking, and her eyes were burning.
Gift her? So. Not. Going. To. Happen. Vanessa was his. He’d never let another take what was his. He owned her first time and he would have it.
But gods, she was tearing him up inside.
She needed to be fed first. If she’d never fed from vaginal intercourse, she wouldn’t be prepared for how potent it could be. If she was starving, she could get carried away and Quin would not react well.
He stepped forward and she stepped back.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Vanessa. Come here.”
She trusted his words. He was bound by Amelia’s magic, so he wouldn’t be able to harm her.
She took one step and he swooped her up in his arms, holding her tight.
“If you were near sex, would it be enough to sustain you for a bit? Until I thought your body was ready for what I wanted?”
Please say yes. He really didn’t want anyone else to touch her right now, or for her to touch another.
“I think so,” she answered.
“Will you give me permission to invite someone else?”
“You want me to watch you fuck someone else?” she responded incredulously. Although, the idea did have some appeal.
“No. I’ll invite two others. We can be close to them and you can absorb some of their energies. Then I’ll send them away.”
“Okay,” she eagerly agreed, thankful he was being so considerate.
“Thank you,” he said, right before he kissed her forehead.
Ten minutes later, there was a knock at the door.
He’d specifically invited two employees he knew could get off fast, Jessica and Blake. They took instruction well and would do exactly what he said without complaint.
“Drop the robes,” he ordered as they entered the room.
“Where do you want them, Vanessa?”
“Bed, I guess?”
“No, the bed is for us tonight.”
He didn’t want another man’s come on the bed? Aw, that’s sort of sweet, she thought.
“You pick,” she suggested.
“Very well. Jessica, lie down here. Blake on top.”
“Wait,” Vanessa interrupted. “Don’t they get some warm-up time or something?”
“Warm-up time?” he asked, the corner of his mouth lifting. “You want them to have foreplay, do you?”
“It seems like they should, you know. I heard it helps.”
Warmth settled in his chest as she endeared herself further. Vanessa was a sweetheart. He couldn’t deny her.
“You’re right, Little Fawn. Let’s all move to the loveseat area. Blake, bring the black chair over here.”
Quin sat down on the loveseat while a very naked Blake carried the chair and sat it in front of the small couch.
“Vanessa, come sit with me like you were before.”
Oh, shit. They were going to watch a sex scene while she was on his lap. Her stomach tightened, but she went to him anyway.
“Relax,” he whispered in her ear. “Trust me, Vanessa. If it gets to be too much, close your eyes and just feel. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“That’s my good girl.”
Her body heated with his complement.
“Blake and Jessica, I’m not going to direct you. My attention will be on Vanessa. She has kindly requested you be able to prepare one another for vaginal penetration. I expect you to be thorough about it. I also expect this scene to end in the next fifteen minutes. Sound good?”
“Anything you say, Mr. Marcellus,” Jessica answered.
Blake winked at Vanessa and she blushed, averting her eyes.
“Watch them, Vanessa,” Quin said, using his power.
She squirmed, relishing the feel of his words against her skin. As soon as Blake pulled Jessica in for a kiss, Quin started massaging Vanessa’s thighs and kissing her neck.
Jessica broke the kiss and dropped to her knees. With a one hand, she fisted Blake’s cock and licked the crown. He hummed in appreciation once Jessica slid it past her lips.
Quin’s hands drifted to Vanessa’s stomach, slipping under the fabric of her tank top. He rubbed small circles against her abs with his thumbs and nipped at her earlobe.
She was getting wet again. His hand inched higher, but she wanted it lower. Much lower.
Quin slid his right hand under Vanessa’s bra. He kneaded and plumped her large breast, letting the fingertips on his other hand brush across the skin just above her waistband.
He kept his touch soft and unhurried, following the sensual movements of Jessica’s mouth gliding up and down Blake’s flesh. Vanessa rolled her body in a slow, sensual dance in time with his hands.
Blake grunted, holding his hips forward while pulling Jessica’s head closer. He was coming down her throat.
Vanessa panted, sucking in the pheromones and energies Blake was releasing. It was delicious. To watch. To taste. She now understood the draw of voyeurism.
“Get in the chair,” Blake said to Jessica.
The blonde sat in the black chair. Blake knelt in front of her and reached down to the front, pulling out two panels that made the chair look like it had extra-long armrests.
Jessica put her legs up on the panels. She was spread wide, giving Blake easy access.
Adhering to Vanessa’s wishes, Blake kissed Jessica again. He pinched her nipples and Jessica moaned.
Vanessa arched into Quin’s hand.
His mouth, at her ear, whispered, “Do you want what Jessica is getting?”
“Yes.”
Quin rolled her hard nipple between his fingers, pulled on it, then went back to rolling it.
Blake’s mouth was now devouring the tip of Jessica’s breast. He had two fingers inside her and the pad of his thumb was pressed on her nub.
“I’m close, Blake,” Jessica exhaled.
A storm was building inside Vanessa. Her pulse was rising. She’d never felt so salacious.
Vanessa put her hand on top of Quin’s, the one on her stomach, and she pushed it lower, over the top of her pants.
Quin cupped Vanessa, letting her guide his motions. He’d never given anyone control before, but he couldn’t stop himself. Her pleasure was his. His little virgin wanted his hand on her mound, so she would have it.
He pressed hard enough to feel the heat radiating through her thin pants. She undulated against his hand, subsequently rubbing her ass on his cock.
“Yes!” Jessica started chanting as she hit her peak.
Vanessa closed her eyes, letting Jessica’s vitality fuel her aching body.
Quin lifted his hips, grinding himself against Vanessa. He simultaneously pushed his palm up and down the apex of her thighs.
Something was coiled tightly in Vanessa’s core. It was a slow-building force, gaining size with every touch.
She opened her eyes and saw Jessica on her knees, her chest on the chair. Blake was plunging into her furiously. The sounds of their skin slapping and Jessica’s heavy breathing filled the room.
Vanessa pressed Quin’s hand down harder, needing more friction.
Quin was worried she was going to hurt herself, but he did love her fervor. His Little Fawn wanted to get off, but she didn’t know how.
He wouldn’t allow it until Blake and Jessica left. He hadn’t anticipated her wanting it with an audience.
“Finish Blake,” Quin directed.
Ever the professional, Jessica reached down between her legs for Blake’s testicles to help him along. It was enough to push him over the edge. His face scrunched, and he expelled inside Jessica’s pussy.
Vanessa fed off the pair, trying like hell to get the Big Guy to do something to help her along. He was so strong, she couldn’t even move his fingers.
“Damnit, Quin,” she barked, feeling his chest shake behind her. Fucker was laughing. This wasn’t funny.