"Yes… oh God." My voice trembles, my breath hitching.
I imagine Dante watching me, his sharp gaze dark with lust, telling me to move faster.
The thought sends a fresh wave of pleasure crashing over me. I quicken my pace, sliding my fingers in and out of my slick hole, my hips rolling finding an easy rhythm. A tight knot coils deep in my core, winding tighter with every stroke.
I press a hand to my mouth, muffling my scream as ecstasy crashes through me. My body shudders, legs shaking, a fine sheen of sweat covering my skin.
For a moment, I remain still, catching my breath, my body still thrumming with my release.
Then, as the haze of pleasure clears, I lift my gaze to the glass again—only to see Dante.
His fingers thrust in and out of the sub's ass, holding him in place with firm control. The sub moans, his own hand stroking his cock with desperate need.
Heat floods my body again, but this time, it's laced with a growing need.
I need to leave.
I need to leave now.
I quickly adjust myself, slipping off the chair and moving toward the black door. My pulse hammers in my ears.
Just as my fingers brush the handle, the door swings open.
"Dolce peccato," Matteo's voice purrs, low and amused.
He leans against the doorway, his dark eyes filled with lust and hunger. "Where are you off to?"
Words. I need words. Where the hell did they go?
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.
Matteo smirks, stepping inside pushing the glass door open.
"Out," he commands.
The sub scrambles away, naked and obedient, vanishing down the hall without so much as a glance back.
Dante, however, moves at his own pace. He takes his time gathering his clothes, putting on his briefs with deliberate precision before taking his shirt from the floor.
Matteo watches him before turning back to me.
"Not you, Dante." His smirk deepens. "Dolce peccato here watched you with your sub while touching herself."
My breath catches.
Matteo pulls out his phone and tosses it to Dante.
Dante glances at the screen, then smirks as he turns the phone toward me.
The screen plays back a video of me, lost in pleasure, touching myself just minutes ago.
Oh. My. God.
"So, Princess," Dante drawls, his voice thick with amusement. "What were you fantasizing about?"
I don't answer. I can't.
Matteo takes the phone from Dante, slipping it into his pocket before stepping closer. His large hand presses against my lower back, urging me forward.
Inside the glass-walled room.
The door clicks shut behind me.
They sit on the couch, their gazes locked onto me as I stand before them, heat crawling up my skin.
"Turn around, Princess," Dante instructs, his expression unreadable.
What have I gotten myself into?
My body hums with anticipation, but I obey. Slowly, I turn, letting my hands fall to my sides.
Matteo's voice comes next commanding.
"Take off your clothes and get on the bed."
I hesitate for only a second before my fingers move, stripping away the thin layers of fabric.
The moment I settle onto the bed, Matteo's voice cuts through the air.
"Spread your legs, dolce peccato."
A fresh wave of arousal rushes through me at the order.
I open my legs, my thighs trembling under their heated stares. Both men let out curses, their gazes locked onto my exposed clit.
I'm still wet from earlier, arousal pooling between my thighs. My ruined hose clings to my skin, soaked through.
Dante's voice is hoarse when he speaks again. "Now, touch yourself."
I don't hesitate.
My fingers slide down my stomach, dipping between my legs. The moment I push two fingers into my aching hole, a strangled moan slips past my lips.
My eyes flutter shut as I sink deeper, pleasure mounting…
"Eyes on us, Princess," Dante murmurs, his voice sharp with authority.
I force my eyes open, meeting theirs as I pump my fingers in and out of my hole, but it's not enough. I need more.
As if reading my mind, Matteo moves.
"It seems dolce peccato needs our help," he muses.
He picks up Dante's discarded shirt, wrapping it around my wrists before placing them above my head. The restraint only makes my need burn hotter.
Matteo spreads my legs wider, his hand sliding between them.
Two fingers push inside me, moving in slow, teasing strokes.
I whimper, grinding down onto his hand, my body greedy for more.
Matteo applies pressure to my clit, making me arch with a cry as I ride his fingers shamelessly.
He thrusts deeper, curling his fingers inside me, brushing against that perfect spot.
A wet sound fills the room as his fingers move faster.
Dante, still silent, moves above me.
His fingers pinch my hardened nipples, rolling them between his fingertips. The sharp pleasure makes me jerk forward, my legs trembling.
I try to close my legs, but Matteo's grip tightens, keeping them spread.
Dante grazes my nipple with his teeth, sending a shudder through me.
The pressure in my stomach coils tighter, my body straining, clenching around Matteo's fingers.
Then, Matteo pulls back, leaving me empty.
I let out a choked whimper.
"I got you a little something, dolce peccato," he murmurs.
He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a vibrator.
Dante takes the remote, his expression unreadable as he flicks it on.
The low hum of the device fills the room.
My body tenses. More juice coming out from my hole.
Matteo spreads me open further, pressing the vibrator against my swollen clit.
I cry out, my back arching off the bed.
Slowly, he drags it up and down my folds teasing me never quite giving me what I need. He sucks the fingers that were inside me moments ago, watching me through hooded eyes.
"Please…" I whimper, though I don't even know what I'm begging for.
Matteo smirks, finally pushing the vibrator inside me.
My head tilts back.
"Oh, fuck… yes…"
I open my eyes just in time to see them.
Dante's cock stands rock hard, his breathing ragged. Matteo's erection strains against his trousers, the fabric unable to hide how much he wants this.
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to hold back my moans, forgetting Dante's earlier warning.
A big mistake because Dante increase the setting.
A strangled scream leaves me as the vibrator pulses faster, sending fresh waves of pleasure through me.
My body writhes, my fingers twitching, aching to push the vibrator deeper.
Without thinking I rip my hands from the shirt, I grab my breast with one hand, while the other plunges the vibrator in and out of me.
My back bows, my body shuddering as the pleasure becomes unbearable.
Dante and Matteo groan, their hands stroking their cocks as they watch me come undone.
"You cum with us, okay?"
I can only moan in response, raising my legs higher, knees brushing against my chest.
I circle my clit with trembling fingers, my body tensing.
Dante and Matteo reach their climax, groaning as they spill onto the floor.
The sight alone sends me over the edge.
A final scream rips through me as my orgasm crashes down, violently shaking and jerking my body.
I barely register myself blinking, panting, coming down from my high.
What the fuck did I just do?
I scramble up, grabbing Dante's shirt and bolting out of the room.
My legs are weak, shaking, but I push through, slipping into the shirt as I run.
I don't stop at the changing room for my clothes. I don't even look back.
I just leave.
But even as I step out into the night, my mind spins with one desperate thought.
If I had stayed longer, would Matteo and Dante's cocks fill my hole as they pound into me?