Chapter 55: We'll Worship You for it

Summary:

"I think tonight will be quite enjoyable for you, Princess." (#boanlarke;) )

Chapter Notes:

THANK YOU so much for all of your support last chapter! All your comments were truly motivating ~ I'll be working on more comment replies after I post this, so if you haven't gotten one yet, it's coming!

**TW** This is a threesome, with M/M action. If you were cool with the orgy chapters, this chapter is about at that "level" of M/M… So, just a heads-up.

Also, I've split this into two parts, for a few reasons, particularly because it's a lot to take in all at once, and was getting really intense. Also it was getting pretty lengthy…

I'd like to say thank you to my beta, Amber ( bilexualclarke), and also to Maggie ( bellohmyblake) for her daily, raunchy encouragements.


Clarke sits quietly in our bedroom, poised, on the bench at the foot of our bed. Her hair falls in loose waves over her shoulders. A short satin wrap is tied loosely around her frame, the top parted just enough to reveal her abundant cleavage. Soft light scatters through the room while low, resonant sounds come from the speakers, sculpting a hypnotic atmosphere.

She turns to face me, smiles briefly at Roan, who entered the room with me, then watches me carefully as I come to stand in front of her.

I give her a gentle smile, "Princess."

"Sir?" Her tone is captivating in its tranquility.

"Tonight, Roan is our guest. Tell me, what do we do for guests in our home?"

"We make them happy, Sir."

I cup her face in my hand, "That's right." My thumb taps the apple of her cheek, "Do you know how we are going to make our guest happy?"

Clarke blinks up at me, "How, Sir?"

I smile, "We're going to show him a good time."

Her eyes darken and a knowing smirk graces her features before she schools her expression into one of meekness and submission. This has been a fantasy of hers for a long time, now. I'm pleased to be able to fulfill it for her.

I grasp her chin between my thumb and index finger and turn her face to one side, then the other. She is docile, serene as she yields with a tractability that stirs something deep and primal inside of me.

"I think tonight will be quite enjoyable for you, Princess." After all, this is for her. "You belong to me, and as such, I have final say over anything and everything that happens here." She nods and waits patiently for me to continue, "That being said, tonight, you are to obey Roan's orders, as promptly and eagerly as you would obey mine."

Her brows draw together, "What if he orders me to do something you wouldn't approve of?"

I crouch down in front of her with a gentle smile, "He won't. But I assure you, if he does make a demand I don't agree with, or asks for something outside our limits, I will stop him." I search her eyes as I promise, "I will always keep you safe, Princess."

"I know you will." The raw trust in her eyes is mesmerizing, and I'm hit with an overwhelming need to protect her.

"You still have your safe words."

She nods, "Red to stop. Yellow to slow down."

"Good girl." I rise to my feet and hold out my hand. "Up."She stands, her spine straight and proud, arms resting at her sides while I inspect her clothed form.

I take her hands and pull her gently to the center of the floor. Roan comes up behind her as I tug at the sash of her robe. It falls open to reveal a skimpy shelf bra, its black lace cupping her generous tits. This bra is one of her favorite ways to tease me. Her blush-colored areolas peek above the boundary of the garment, as if to taunt me with the fact that the rest of her tits are hidden from view.

Roan smoothes his hands over her shoulders then gathers the material of the robe as he slides it down her arms. Without taking his eyes off her body, he steps back and tosses it to the side. Her sharp gasp rings in my ears as I drag the backs of my knuckles along the outer curves of her tits, catching on the lace cups.

"This is gorgeous."

The smooth curve of her waist twitches under my fingers when I sweep them down her torso. I tease the waistband of her thin panties, slip them underneath the garment just long enough for her body to take notice.

I tell her, "You look stunning." She tucks her chin to her chest and her hair falls down to hide her blushing cheeks. I sweep it back from her face to tuck it behind her ear, then trail my fingers along her jawbone. I tilt her head to face me again. "I mean it, Princess."

Her voice is barely a whisper, "Thank you."

I nod toward Roan, "Turn around and show him." She turns slowly to display herself and I take in the view of her backside, covered by her flimsy tanga, made of the same lace as her bra. Her blonde hair cascades down her back, the glossy curls bouncing with each movement of her body.

Roan smiles, "You are exquisite."

She nods, her voice a little more confident, "Thank you."

I pivot her body to face me again and she smirks a little when I tug the cup of her bra down to syroke the pad of my thumb over her nipple. I smile at the hitch of her breath when Roan steps close behind her and slips a finger under her bra strap.

My breath fans her temple, "As lovely as this is, we would like to see all of you." I trail my fingers along the band of her bra, slipping them underneath as Roan unhooks it. I pull the lacy garment away as he slides her panties down her hips, then lets them fall down her legs. I can't help but smile at the goosebumps that erupt over her skin as the fabric of her lingerie wisps down her limbs.

Clarke stands naked before us. Her heavy tits rise and fall with her chest in a slow, steady rhythm. Her arms rest at her sides, fingers unmoving. She fixes her serene gaze on me while Roan walks a slow circle around her. I stand with my arms crossed over chest, my thumb tapping slowly on my bicep while I observe her naked form and consider exactly how I want to take her apart tonight. By the time Roan comes to my side, I've made a decision.

"Go to the side of the bed and present yourself, Princess."

"Okay," She says with a shrug as she turns around and walks toward the bed. Before she gets far, I loudly and pointedly clear my throat.

"You want to try that again?"

Clarke freezes. Perhaps she forgot that the mirror on the wall gives me a clear view of her triumphant smirk. She likes to test my patience to see just how much she can get away with before I give in and overpower her. She wanted me to call her out on her disobedience, and here I played right into her manipulation.

She is a goddamn master at getting her way.

I wait quietly for the moment she realizes she's been caught... As the silence stretches on, her grin fades. She glances around slowly until she meets my unimpressed expression in the mirror. For a fraction of a second, I see the silent challenge in her eyes before she schools her features into practiced neutrality. I watch her in the mirror while I walk toward her.

"Princess, you're playing with fire..." She raises an eyebrow, but her body remains perfectly still as I come to a stop behind her. The light floral scent of shampoo clings to her hair and fills the air around her. Her hands twitch as my fingertips trail up the outsides of her arms. My palms flatten against her skin and I smooth them over her bare shoulders on a path to the front of her body.

Her breaths quicken as I glide my palm slowly around the front of her neck, her body shudders when I wrap my outstretched fingers around it. My curled index finger rests at the angle of her jaw, her pulse bounding just underneath. Her eager moan fills every corner of the room.

I pull away and meet her hooded eyes with a pleased smirk, "Oh, Princess, you are going to be so much fun tonight..." Her body sways when I murmur low in her ear, "God, when you make those sounds..." I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her back against me, "You feel that? How hard you make me?" She nods as her tongue flicks against her parted lips. My fingers briefly tighten around her neck, and she responds with a lecherous groan as she arches her back, rubbing her ass against my hard cock. I catch Roan's darkened gaze in the mirror as he watches our interaction.

I tap my finger along the long line of her neck, "You ready to try again?"

She smiles, "Yes, Sir."

"Alright, then." I release her from my grasp with an approving smile. Roan sides up next to me while we watch her walk toward the bed with a seductive sway of her ample hips. When she reaches the bedside, she spreads her feet apart and bends over slightly. She shoots us a glance over her shoulder, worrying her lower lip between her teeth with a coy expression that masks the sultry grin I know is trying to escape her.

Roan marvels, "Fuck, man... Look at her."

I smile, "Oh, trust me, I know."

My chest pulls in a deep breath as she leans against the bed, the heels of her hands pressed into the mattress. She drops her head between her shoulders and my tongue aches to taste the mouthwatering curve of her neck. Roan hums an approving sound as she slowly slides her hands forward, her body following with practiced grace until her forehead rests on the sheets.

My feet carry me forward as my eyes trail along her bent-over form. Roan grunts when she pops her ass out, giving us a vulgar view of her cunt.

He raises an eyebrow, "It's like she's a goddamn mind reader."

I tilt my head with a dark smile as I study her. "Something like that."

A muffled squeal escapes her throat as I glide my hands over the graceful curve of her ass and give it a good squeeze. I grin at the shiver of her body when my hand slips between her thighs, fingertips trailing lightly over her labia. She turns her face to the side and blows ineffectively at the hair in front of her eyes. Roan bends down and sweeps it out of the way, tucking it behind her ear.

"Better?" He asks gently.

She nods, "Thank you."

Her body jolts when I flick my finger over her clit. I chuckle, "You're all ready for us, aren't you?"

She nods," Yes, Sir."

I squeeze her ass one more time before I step away. I take a seat on the bench where Clarke sat when we first walked in.

"Come here, Princess." She stands straight again and walks to me, giving Roan a proud smile as she passes him. She stands obediently in front of me while I smooth my palms up and down her sides. "Look at you." She smiles and looks down at my hands where they wrap around her waist. Her skin practically glows underneath my palms, its pale color a stark contrast to my dark complexion, inherited from my Filipino father. I stretch my hands over her torso, "This body is ours tonight."

Her breaths pick up and she nods with contagious excitement.

Roan grins as his finger skims the cleft of her ass cheeks, "We're going to fucking wreck you."

She inhales sharply and closes her eyes as she bites her lip to stifle a groan.

Roan shakes his head, "Nuh uh. We want to hear you."

"That's right, Princess. No holding back."

She opens her eyes and meets my gaze with a hungry groan.

Roan approves, "That's a good girl."

Clarke smiles with another moan, squirms her hips, seeking friction where she needs it. She's already wet between her thighs, and her scent surrounds me as I attach my lips to her abdomen. My fingers knead the pliant flesh of her ass, then I spread her cheeks open. She flinches at the sudden vulnerability, but doesn't pull away.

I pull away to tell her, "Turn around."

Clarke gives a surprised gasp when she turns to find Roan towering over her. She jumps as I sink my teeth into the soft flesh of her ass but Roan reaches out and steadies her with a firm grip on her shoulders. I give him a nod and he gently guides her down to sit in my lap.

As she leans back into me, murmur in her ear, "Let's take care of you, Princess."

"Please..." Her voice is so needy, I have to close my eyes to compose myself, otherwise I'll fucking devour her right now.

I rub my hand down her leg and wrap it under her knee, then hook it over my thigh. I spread my knees and she shakes her head in protest as her free leg follows in an attempt to conceal her cunt. I laugh as I halt the movement of her other leg and hold it still.

"No."

She shivers and struggles against my hold. It's part of her play.

"Princess..." I give her a warning growl.

Clarke whimpers, a noise that goes straight to my cock. I know she can feel me hard underneath her. Good. I hook her other leg over my other thigh and spread my legs open. She's fully exposed now, her dripping cunt on splendid display. Her hands dart down to cover herself so I grab onto them and hold them to her sides.

"No hiding."

She relaxes her legs and turns her head to bury her burning face in my bicep. Her arms finally go slack under my grip. "I'm going to let your hands go, but you're not to use them to hide your cunt again for the rest of the night." She breathes deeply at my stern tone and nods. I release her arms, and watch her biceps twitch and fingers curl.

Roan rakes his gaze slowly up and down her exposed body. Clarke rests motionless against my chest for all of half a minute before her hands find her tits. She sighs with relief as she kneads and plucks at her own nipples.

Roan steps forward and wraps his large hands around her wrists. "I believe he just said we're going to take care of you. That means all of you." She worries her lower lip between her teeth as he guides her hands above her and behind my neck. A sharp pain radiates from the nape of my neck, where her fingers[Esther Kl1] catch in my hair as she laces them together with an obedient nod. Knees hooked over my thighs, spread helplessly wide, arms hooked above her behind my neck. It's exactly the way she was positioned for the orgy.

Her smooth thighs twitch under my hands and she whimpers at Roan while his fingers travel down the sensitive undersides of her arms.

Roan's voice is honeyed, "Look at you..." He glances up at me, "She's absolutely exquisite." Clarke turns her blushing face away.

I guide her face forward so we can see her, "Princess... No hiding your face, either."

She nods, "I'm sorry, Sir."

I chuckle, "You're allowed to be proud when we tell you how incredible you are."

Her voice cracks a bit, "Then,thank you, Sir."

Roan crouches down in front of her and smiles, "We may demand obedience, little one-" He grazes the underside of her breast with his hand, "-but we'll worship you for it."

She holds his gaze as she nods slowly, "I'll be good, Sir."

I whisper in her ear, "That's my good girl."

Clarke's body shivers as Roan drags his fingers in wide circles around her tits, and I feel the muscles of her torso twitch as she holds herself back from chasing them. "That's good. You're being so good." My hands slide delicately up her inner thighs. I lightly tickle my fingertips over her labia, then massage the sensitive skin just inside them, teasing but not touching her clit.

"Please... " Her voice trembles as I dip my fingers into her slit and draw out her wetness, spreading it around her cunt.

I huff, "You want more?"

"Yes, please, I want-" She cuts herself off with a gasp as Roan flicks his thumbs over her nipples and I press a finger to her throbbing clit. She jolts so hard at the contact that she nearly bounces off my lap.

Roan chuckles, "Like that?" Her body arches forward when we do it again. She gives us a breathy yes and we up our efforts. I sink one, then two fingers into her cunt, grinning at the tight clench around them as Roan lightly pinches her nipples between his fingers.

It's not long before Clarke nears the edge. She pants heavily, her fingers clenching each other so tightly, I feel her knuckles pop against my neck.

"Please, may I come?"

Roan smirks and looks over at me, "Should we let her come?"

I shrug,"It's your call this time."

He looks back down at Clarke, kneads a heavy breast in his hand while he inspects her writhing form. He grins at the lurch of her body when he scrapes the pad of his thumb over her nipple again.

He shakes his head with a soft smile, "Not yet, little one. Not yet."

Clarke lets go a shuddering sob. I crook my fingers inside her again, working her over while I whisper in her ear, "Shh... Relax for me." She takes a deep, slow breath. Then another. I watch the tension leave her body with each exhale. When she calms to my satisfaction, I assure her, "We're going to take real good care of you." I grasp her chin to face me. "You know that, right?"

She nods, "Yes, Sir." She worries her lower lip between her teeth that way she knows drives me crazy.

"Say it, Princess. Tell me what we're going to do for you tonight."

"You're going to take good care of me."

I up the tempo of my thrusting fingers as I release her chin and grin against her neck, "That's a good girl."

Her eyes slam shut and she shakes her head with a strangled moan, "No, I'm gonna come- please, you have to stop saying that or I'm gonna come!"

My voice both soothes and commands, "No, you won't..."

Roan smiles, "I've watched you endure much more than this without giving in..." He chuckles, "I remember, it was the same night I met you..." He tilts his head with a thoughtful look, lightly sweeps the back of his knuckles over her tits as she watches him, eyelids hooded, chest panting. I rake my teeth over the shell of her ear while Roan continues to talk, "You were on B's lap, his big cock stretching your cunt..." I scissor my fingers wide against the still-tight walls of her cunt. Her body flinches with a gasp when I let my thumb fall back down to her throbbing clit as he goes on, "Talia worked your little pussy, licking your clit with her magical fucking tongue..." He clearly remembers the potent effect of dirty talk on Clarke.

Clarke nods with agonized whimpers, "I- I remember." Her voice bobs when my thumb presses harder on her clit and my fingers thrust vigorously into her cunt.

My voice is low in her ear "You did just fine, that time, didn't you, Princess?"

Clarke nods wordlessly, brows furrowed in concentration as she swallows her pleasure, holds back her orgasm for us.

Roan muses as his free hand sweeps along her midline up to her chest, "If I remember correctly, and I'm pretty sure I do-" His fingers dance along the swell of her breast. I mimic the treatment on the other side with my free hand while he talks to her, "-you're into nipple play." Clarke cries out when we twist her engorged nipples in unison.

"Oh my God! They're too sensiti-" She cuts herself off with another throaty cry as we tug again. I feel her velvety inner walls flutter around my fingers and she's so goddamn close to losing it. But again, she reins it in. She keeps her pleasure at bay, even though I know it must be agonizing at this point.

Roan laughs, "I remember it, too... When I came up behind Mandy and sank my cock into her, she had her pretty mouth all over these tits..."

"Oh god," She breathes, "I really, really remember..."

My hands still working her over, I nibble on the shell of her ear, "You're doing so good, Princess... You're being so good for us, and I'm so proud of you." In the corner of my eye, I see her toes clench tightly.

She whimpers, her voice laced with agony, "Fucking fuck... I can't take this... It's too much, Sir."

"We've got you, Princess." I smirk at the harsh clench of her walls. A sharp whine escapes her as Roan sinks a finger into her cunt next to mine, further stretching her tender flesh.

He gives me a nod and I whisper in her ear, "You wanna come for us?"

She nods furiously, her eyes squeezed closed. She releases her abused lip from between her teeth, "Yes, please..."

Roan's voice low in her other ear, "Come, now."

Silence falls from her open mouth and her body goes rigid in my lap. The fluttering walls of her cunt suddenly clench hard around our fingers as she succumbs to the decadence of orgasm. I attach my mouth to her neck, and hold the salty skin between my teeth, abrading it harshly with my tongue. Finally, she releases a gratified moan as her cunt pulses rhythmically around our fingers.

"Fucking beautiful..." Roan says as she comes down, with more reverence than I've ever heard from him.

I release her skin from my mouth and press a gentle kiss to the mark I've left. "You hear that, Princess? You're fucking beautiful." Her chest heaves as she nods. "He's right. You're stunning." I kiss her temple, "Look in front of you, baby." She opens her eyes and gazes at our reflection in the mirror. Roan moves to the side to give her an unobstructed view. "Tell me what you see, Princess."

She sighs, "Uh, I- I see me... And you, Sir."

I chuckle, "Yeah, what else?" I crook my fingers in her cunt, just to illustrate exactly what I want to hear.

"I see your fingers, and his finger, in my-" Her voice wobbles when I swipe my thumb over her over sensitive clit, "-in my cunt... They feel good."

"Yeah?"

She nods and catches my eyes in a searing gaze, "Yeah... I mean yes, Sir. They feel really good."

I feel Roan quirk his finger a few times before he pulls it out. He sucks it clean while he feasts his eyes on Clarke's exposed body. She follows his movements as he steps away and peels his shirt off. I'm not ashamed to admit that we're both a little distracted by the expanse of shredded muscle on display.

Clarke turns her face, her soft lips brushing the underside of my jaw, "You made me feel so good... Now I want to make you feel good."

I give her a smirk, "Is that right?"

She bites her lower lip for a moment, then nods, "Both of you."

I nod, "Alright, Princess." I help her stand up, catching her as she sways, finding her balance. "You doing alright?"

She smiles, "Very..." She takes a deep breath as I stand up and loom over her.

I gently grasp her chin, "Look at me." Her eyes are trusting and peaceful as she meets my gaze. I search her face, in complete awe of her beauty, the tranquility that radiates from her. A quick gasp escapes her lips as I slant my mouth over hers. Her tongue sweeps between my lips, and as it tangles with my own, it's like a wildfire ignites under my skin, burning through rational thought like oxygen. She is all-consuming. I walk her backwards and she groans into my mouth, breaking the kiss with a grunt when she bumps into the wall behind her.

I press a quick kiss to her nose before I command, "On your knees." She drops immediately, never breaking eye contact. "Good girl." Her fingers immediately find my belt buckle but I wrap my hands around her wrists and shake my head, "Nuh uh... You didn't say please."

She stifles a smirk, instead looking up with a innocent smile, "Please, Sir. May I suck your cock?"

I laugh softly, "Sure, Princess." I nod over at Roan, "But what about him? We can't neglect our guest, can we?"

She shakes her head with a smile and looks over at Roan, "No, we can't."

"While I take your mouth, how about you show him what you can do with your hands," I tell her as he walks over. His cock strains against the confines of his pants, and I wonder if it's as agonizing for him as it is for me.

Clarke nods, "Yes, Sir."

"Good girl. Now you may have my cock."

She shoots me a grin, "Thank you, Sir." Her hands dart up to my waist and her fingers deftly work the belt buckle, then the button and zipper while I tug my T-shirt off over my head. She glances up and her fingers stumble in their task as she rakes her gaze over my bare torso. I smirk at her distractibility, then push my hips forward just enough to jar her out of her little trance.

"Any day, now, Princess..."

She bites back her eye roll and peels down my boxer briefs. She inhales sharply as my cock springs free. The relief is so fucking sweet I can taste it, and I don't bother to suppress the moan that comes from deep in my chest. She pushes the pants and boxers the rest of the way down so I can step out of them, then kick them to the side.

The air is forced out of my lungs when she looks up at me, eyes wide, as she retracts the foreskin and flicks her tongue against the tip of my cock. The image is so erotic I could fucking black out.

"Fuck, I love your cock..." she sighs lustfully and wraps her lips around the head to give me a light suck. Before she takes me any further, I stop her with a shake of my head and nod over toward Roan, who has already unfastened his pants.

"Remember our guest, Princess." She pulls her head back and my cock falls from her shiny lips. She smiles up at me as she wraps her hand around my shaft again and presses a quick kiss to the tip. It takes every shred of restraint not to tangle my hands into her hair and hold her head in place while I bury my cock in her throat. The smirk on her face tells me she knows exactly what I'm feeling right now...

Clarke shifts her focus to our guest with a grin. With a curious expression, she wraps her free hand around his thick shaft. I watch the way she studies his cock, no doubt making comparisons between the two of us.

She states, matter of fact, "Huh. You're cut." She traces the edge with her fingers, "And you've got a curve, don't you?"

Roan huffs, "That is accurate."

She nods, "Besides that, though. Not too different." She squeezes her hand around his cock, milking it for precome. She grins as it oozes out of his shaft, then gathers it with her thumb and slicks him up. She watches the way he grunts when she presses her thumb to the frenulum and rubs it there.

"You like that?"

He opens his eyes and looks down at her hand with a nod, "Yeah, that's real good." After a moment, he wraps his hand around hers and guides it up and down his cock. "Now, like that." Clarke continues the motions when he drops his hand away, twists her fist at the base every few strokes.

Her hand still working him, she turns to face me again. Without wasting another second, she brings her mouth to my cock again. She hums and dips her tongue into my the slit. Pleasure jolts through me as she teases her tongue along the ring of inner foreskin. She pumps her other hand over Roan's cock and I watch his eyelids go heavy as she keeps stroking him. I shudder, bliss floods my body as she closes her lips around me and envelops my cock in the wet heat of her mouth. I lean my head on my forearm where it rests on the mirrored wall behind Clarke, and look down. I crack a grin at the memory of the orgy, where I stood just like this, watching from above while Luc sucked my cock. Only this time, it's Clarke on her knees, working me over like the goddamn expert she is.

"Fuck, Princess." She takes me until I hit her throat, then hollows her cheeks as she draws away. Every time she repeats the motion I lose a little more coherence, but I know she can take more.

"Come on, take me deeper, Princess..." I press my thumb to her chin, "I wanna feel your throat around my cock." She moans something fierce, then bobs down all the way. Her hand comes to my hip and her fingers dig in, her signal for me to take over. I wrap her hair around my fist to hold her head in place, and I can't hold back my coarse groan when her throat spasms around my cock, "Oh fuck, baby, that feels so fucking good." She hollows her cheeks again as I pull out and bliss comes alive in my veins. My cock falls out of her mouth as she takes desperate gulps of air, gagged tears falling from her eyes. I cup her cheek with my hand, "Keep going, Princess. You're doing so good… fuck, you're so, so good."

She smiles, hazy, as she opens her mouth for my cock. Before I know it, she's taken me back down her throat. Every spasm sends currents of pleasure through my body, the muscles of my stomach tightening and loosening in succession, and it's not long before I'm ready to come.

"Fuck, fuck-" I pull out until just the head of my cock rests on her tongue. It's a miracle my voice isn't shaking when tell her, "I'm gonna come, Princess, and I want you to swallow every bit of it." She nods with an indulgent smile, like it's her favorite fucking thing. "Don't spill a drop," I demand as I drive into her with a growl, burying my cock in her throat. As she swallows around me, every sensation in my body condenses to a singular, intense feeling of euphoria until it explodes out if me, straight into her hungry throat. Pulse after pulse of it, until I'm completely spent.

As I pull back out, she hollows her cheeks gently, and fuck... I wipe her tears from her cheeks with my thumbs, "That was good, Princess. So fucking good." She smiles with a sigh, wholly satisfied with herself. I hear a grunt from Roan and it's only then I remember that she's still working him with her other hand. Amazed, I huff, "Fuck, did you stroke him the whole time I was fucking your face?"

Clarke starts to answer but her voice is hoarse, her throat still in recovery after its thorough fucking. She clears it a few times before she's able to speak. "I accidentally stopped a few times because... you know."

I shake my head, "What do I know?"

She shrugs, shy, "You know how I get when I'm sucking your cock..."

"Tell me."

Her eyes flutter closed, "I get... Hazy and floaty... Almost like I'm delirious." She opens her eyes again, "It's good. I love it so much."

"I know." I draw my thumb along the outline of her swollen lips. "And you look so fucking gorgeous with my cock in your mouth, Princess." I glance up at Roan, "But we can't neglect our guests, can we?"

She shakes her head, the lust in her eyes warring with feigned innocence, "No, Sir."

"How will you make it up to him?"

She looks at his cock for a moment, then back to me. "However you tell me to."

"Good answer." I smile, "I want you to show him how good your mouth is, Princess."

Roan leans sideways against the wall, casually waiting for Clarke to get to work. She grins and turns her body to face him and wastes no time following my command.

"Fuck," He says, gruff, as she slides her tongue along his tip, teasing a little before she moves her head forward to take his glans between her lips. She gives him a gentle but effective suck, if the shudder of his body is anything to go by. He's holding back, so she grasps onto his hips and pulls him forward with a raspy groan as more of his cock slides between her lips.

Never in my life did I think it would be so incredibly hot to watch Clarke suck another man's cock, but the image in front of me is undeniably erotic. More than that, she's doing it because I told her to. When she finally takes him into her mouth, his answering groan is as much relieved as it is hungry for more.

I know he's treading carefully, not wanting to push her too hard or demand more than she's able to give. But Clarke is having none of his hesitation. She pulls back and I watch his cock, shiny with her saliva, reappear from her mouth. I don't stifle my groan, and Clarke definitely hears it. She doesn't take her eyes off her current task, but the proud grin in her eyes says it all. Her thighs subtly rub together, because of course she fucking gets off on this. She bobs down a few more times before she pulls back completely with a raised eyebrow.

She takes one of his hands and places it on her head as she explains, her voice a mix of exasperation and pleading, "I'm not going to fucking break." Like instinct, he tangles his fingers into her hair and tugs a lecherous groan from her willing throat just before he drives his cock deep into it. I'm stunned by the way her flexed arms fall slack to her sides, her clenched fingers unfurl, her shoulders relax...

Her whole body radiates relief, because someone is taking control for her.

I find myself kneeling behind her while she sucks his cock. I press myself flush against her back so her skin fuses to mine in every possible place. While my fingers dance along the soft planes of her body, I keep my voice low in her ear, "Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are like this?" She groans between Roan's thrusts and I continue, "You're fucking incredible." My hands glide along her front, kneading and plucking at her heavy tits, and I relish every single sound she makes. "This body here-" I squeeze her tighter against me, "-you're letting him use it, just because I told you to... That's fucking amazing, Princess. You are so fucking incredible."

I shove my hands between her legs and impale her wet cunt with my fingers. I curl them inside of her, roll my thumb on her clit, work her with precision while I drive her rapidly into a state of bliss. Undeniable satisfaction floods my body as her frame shudders against me. A desperate whimper escapes her throat, and I know she's close.

Her body plastered against mine, the deep rumble of my voice vibrates through her, "I want you to come, Princess... While my fingers are in your cunt, and his cock is in your mouth. Can you do that for me?" She gives a quick nod as he thrusts back in. "Then do it. Now. I want to feel you come for me." I vibrate my hand and her whole body responds - her walls flutter, her muscles shake. Suddenly, her wound up pleasure escapes her hold and she comes with a wrecked cry, her cunt clenching powerfully on my fingers. Roan's cock falls out of her mouth when her jaw goes slack and her body falls limp, held up only by my arm around her waist. I fall back to sit my heels, bringing her with me as her body shivers with the tail end of her orgasm.

I shift her sideways in my lap and hook my arm under her knees, then hold her close as I stand up and carry her to the bed. I cradle her in my lap and she curls into my chest, her fingers drawing absent-minded patterns onto my bare chest.

"That was so good, Princess."

Her smile is peaceful when she nods, then nuzzle her nose into my chest. She whispers against my skin, "Can I have some water?"

I nod, "Of course."

As if he was expecting the request, Roan is already walking back to the bed with a bottle of water. She drinks it down greedily, then settles against my chest again with a contended sigh.

He chuckles, "Is she tapping out early?"

Before I can answer, she huffs, "Not a chance... I just need a few minutes." She laughs softly, "You guys are taking really, really good care of me." Still curled into me, she turns her face to see him. In the mirror, I see her mischievous expression as she gives him a once-over. "Not to mention, you haven't come once yet." She shoots him an apologetic smile, "Sorry about that..."

Every muscle on the man's body ripples when he casually shrugs, "Yet."

Roan takes a seat next to me and pulls Clarke's feet into his lap. His fingers work strong patterns into the muscles from her calves to her toes. The fact that she's letting anyone even touch her feet speaks to the level of relaxation she's reached. She sighs, content, while the hypnotic beat of the music sits heavy in the air.

Clarke breaks the comfortable silence, "Bell?"

I kiss her forehead, "Yeah, Clarke?" In the corner of my eye, she slowly drags her toe up Roan's thigh. Just as she's about to brush his cock with her toe, he catches it with a grunt and a playful grin. Which, I don't catch Roan looking playful very often. Clarke tends to draw unexpected emotions out of people without even realizing she's doing it.

She keeps her voice casual, "I know I could make him come, but..."

I raise an eyebrow, "But?"

She whispers, barely audible, as if she's telling me her most heavily guarded secret. "I want to see you do it."

I give her a grin, "I didn't quite catch that. I think you need to repeat it."

She says a little louder this time, "I want to see you do it."

"See me do what?"

She shrugs with contrived timidity, and mumbles, "I want to see you make him come."

I shrug with a shit eating grin, "What do you mean?" I swallow the last of my water bottle, "I was making him come. Via proxy."

She narrows her eyes and elbows me right in the sternum. I squeeze her body tightly against mine before she can try it again. She struggles half heartedly against my hold for a few moments before she decides not to fight it. She sighs, "I want to see you do it without a 'proxy.'"

Roan and I share a look and Clarke makes an exited noise.

I tilt my head, "Okay. Let's say I'm considering it... How do you suggest I do it?"

She shrugs again, coy, and mumbles something incomprehensible before leaning her forehead against my chest.

I shake my head and Roan laughs, "Louder, little one."

She bites teasingly at my chest, then sits up straight with a filthy grin and looks us each in the eye before she addresses me, "I want to see you suck his cock."

I press a kiss to her forehead, "Now was that so hard?"

She rolls off my lap with a snicker, but before she can answer, I pull her back between my open legs and cover her lips with mine. Her fingers dance along my jawline as she parts her lips with a ravenous growl that ignites my blood with a zealous need for her. I could spend the entire night here, my lips fused to Clarke's, but I'm pulled out of my thoughts by Roan's amused, albeit somewhat impatient huff.

I release Clarke from my grip with a chuckle, then turn to face Roan. I tilt my head toward the top of the bed, "Get up there."

He slides backwards, slowly. Too slowly for my liking. I press a hand to his chest and shove him roughly onto his back, then straddle his hips. He looks momentarily surprised by the rough treatment, but then shoots an amused grin because he knows there is nothing tender about the two of us. He rakes his eyes over my body, halting on my cock, already half hard despite Clarke's talented mouth completely draining me not long ago. With one hand high on his chest and the other tangled in the hair above his head, I hold him still and hover my face above his. He narrows his eyes in challenge and I teasingly flick my tongue over his lips before descending completely to take them in an unyielding kiss. With a growl, he grabs the back of my head and shoves his tongue past my open lips. Kissing a man is a different experience, especially one who is, at his core, as dominant as I am. For us, it becomes a push and pull of who controls that moment.

I break away with a cocky grin, and he watches me, unbridled lust in his eyes, as I trail my lips down his chest, drag my teeth over his ribs, then dip my tongue into the defined V of his obliques. He growls, thrusts his hips up, urging me on as I slowly draw a line to his hips. I grasp onto his thighs to hold him down when I pick my head up with a smirk.

"Have some fucking patience..." I nod toward Clarke, "What kind of example are you setting?"

He rolls his eyes but glances up at Clarke, who sits on folded knees by his shoulder. She is completely entranced, eyes wide as short pants come through her parted lips. Clarke makes a choked sound when I take his shaft in hand and thumb the oozing precome to slick his cock up, stroking him up and down.

"Enjoying the view, little one?" Roan asks, amused.

She blinks at him and nods slowly. "Yes, Sir."

I chuckle, "Princess, how about you play with yourself until we're ready to fuck you."

She nods, dazed, as her hand makes its way down to her pussy. She breathes a shaky "Oh, fuck," as her finger grazes her clit on its way to sink into her cunt. While she works herself over, I stroke Roan up and down again.

I clear my throat to call his attention, "Actually, how about this: I'm going to suck you off, but you're going to do something for me."

Roan huffs, "Name it."

I tilt my head toward Clarke, "You have to take care of her. Make her feel as good as I make you feel."

Roan looks up at Clarke, then back down at me with a salacious grin, "Oh. Hell yeah."

I ask Clarke, "That okay with you, baby? Can he make you feel good?"

Clarke gives us both an excited smile as she echoes Roan's sentiments, "Hell, yeah."

Stroking Roan's cock in my hand, I look at Clarke, "What do you want for him to do for you, Princess? Tell us. Be very specific."

Roan concurs, "You've gotta tell me exactly what you want. I want the dirtiest details that head of yours can come up with."

She closes her eyes and drops her head back for a moment. I watch the rise and fall of her tits as she breathes deeply, marvel at the way her body glows with the sheen of sweat. She lifts her head back up with a grin that can only be described as fucking obscene.

She gives Roan a sultry smile while she takes his hand in hers and lightly traces its boundaries with her fingers, "I already have a good idea of what these hands can do." She trails her fingertips to his lips, "I want to know what your mouth can do."

Just before I lower my mouth to Roan's cock, I add, "Dirtier, Princess... I seem to recall him asking for details."

Roan's cocky laugh morphs into a drawn-out groan as I push his veined cock up against his abdomen and lick a strong line from base to tip. He makes an obscene noise of appreciation when I flick my tongue against the tip. With my forearms holding his hips down, swirl my tongue around the head few times, pressing him still when he tries to thrust into my mouth.

His cock is hard like granite and smooth like velvet against my tongue as I bob down to take him in my mouth. I'm not exactly well-practiced at sucking cock anymore so I gag pretty fucking quick when he hits my throat. Not to be deterred, I take him in again, a little slower this time. He tastes hot and salty, slightly tangy as he slides in and out of my mouth.

My thoughts are interrupted by Clarke's smoky voice as she describes, in filthy detail, exactly what she wants from Roan.

She rasps, "I want to know what it feels like when your tongue is buried deep in my cunt.."

He nods, "I can't wait to taste you... What else, little one?"

Her voice quivers slightly, "I think I also want you to suck my clit.." She touches the pads of her fingers to his lips, "Yeah..."

I watch him wrap his fingers around her dainty wrist, holding her hand still while he nibbles and sucks the trembling tip of her finger into his mouth. I'd grin at the way her whole body shivers if my mouth wasn't filled with cock.

She moans, "Oh, fuck... Yeah, I want that."

He releases her finger, "You want what?"

"I want you to fuck me with your tongue... And then I want you to suck on my clit while you fuck me with your fingers."

Roan chuckles, "You're doing real good, little one."

She smiles, "You know, Bellamy is the only man who has made me come with his mouth..." She shoots me a grin when she asks him, "Do you think you can do it, too? Are you good at tongue-fucking a girl?"

Roan gives her a lopsided grin, "Oh, you have no idea what you're in for." I know for a fact that Talia has given him the same detailed lessons she gave me all those years ago... He'll get the job done.

He lets go a deep moan when I suck him down with renewed vigor, his thigh muscles flexing under my hands where I hold him down. Despite the haze of pleasure etched on his features, he is able to focus just enough to wrap his hands around her waist and guide her cunt over his face. He knows I want to watch her as she comes undone, so he positions her to face me. She leans forward and steadies herself with her palms on the hard planes of his abdomen. Her soft hair falls down like a curtain, brushes over his stomach when she drops her head between her shoulders.

She jerks her head up to look at me when I reach up and cover one of her hands with my own. I'm about to tell her to get up on her knees so that I can truly see her get fucked, but then I see her face. Her body freezes in place as she digs her fingers into Roan's abdomen. Her eyes are dark, her salacious gaze fixed on Roan's cock in my mouth.

The breathlessness of her voice is intoxicating, "Oh. My. God." Her lithe arms flex as she pushes herself up and rises to her knees. "That is so fucking hot... his cock in your mouth like that? Touching your lips, and your tongue?"

I can't fight a growl, which, judging by the way Roan surges into my mouth, is much appreciated.

I release Roan's cock with a loud "pop" sound, "You are fucking hot, Princess."

She smirks at me, her voice trembling despite her attempts to maintain composure. "Will you let me come for you, Sir, while he fucks me with his mouth?"

"Yeah, you'd fucking better, Princess."

She can't fight her own whimpers as Roan's fingers make their way between her saturated folds. She makes a valiant effort to maintain composure as he pinches her labia between his fingers and spreads them apart, flicking his tongue lightly against her exposed clit. "I want you to watch me come for you, Sir."

I nod, "Fuck, yes." With Roan's cock in my hand, I dip down and lick his head, watching Clarke intently as she embraces her pleasure. Roan's tongue now twisting inside her cunt, she pulls her own hair with one hand while her other plucks each nipple, over and over again. She mewls when he brings a hand around her front and flicks his finger over her clit a few times.

I close my mouth over him again and suck hard, feeling a stab of pride when his fingers stumble in their task. Just as quickly as he loses focus, he's back in the game, making sure Clarke is losing her damn mind above him. She shudders with a tiny squeal as Roan grabs her ass cheeks to spread them apart, then quickly drags his tongue from her slit and back. She kneads her tits in her small hands, moans as she twists her nipples between her fingers.

She opens her eyes to watch me again, "I can't believe how hot it is to see you suck a cock..." Her voice swells when Roan swirls his tongue around her clit, growls when he swipes his tongue back again and rims her tight hole. "Oh my God!"

"Should I stop?" Roan asks teasingly.

She shakes her head furiously, her voice breathy, "Don't you dare." Her body falls forward, catching herself with her elbows on Roan's hard abdomen. Her face just inches from mine, she holds my gaze with ferocious intensity, licks her lips while her eyes drop to my mouth.

I let Roan's cock fall from my mouth and surge up to catch Clarke's lips with my own. She licks into me deeply, as if to chase the taste of his cock on my tongue. She grips my arm and digs her fingernails in as she kisses me with a ferocity that has me rutting against the goddamn mattress.

We're interrupted by Roan clearing his throat and thrusting his hips up. He's apparently not a fan of being left out. Clarke grins and wraps her hand around his shaft and tilts toward herself.

She whispers, "Together?"

I nod with a smirk, "Together."

I have to take a moment to gather my wits, because is this fucking real? Because I'm on my bed with my fiance, as she's being pleasured by another man, whose cock we are sucking. Together. Jesus fucking Christ...

She looks me in the eye while she gently probes the slit at the tip of his cock with a filthy moan. I tease my tongue under the frenulum and Clarke and I share a grin at the strangled noise he makes. I lick up his shaft again, but can't take my eyes off Clarke. When I get to the tip, I capture her top lip with mine. Her tongue leaves his cock again to lick into my mouth for just a moment before she wraps her lips fully around the tip again.

"That's it, Princess." She raises an eyebrow and I nod, "Go on." She takes him in a few inches and gags. She's fucking with us. Not even an hour ago, she deep-throated him. I shake my head, "You can take more and you know it." Her eyes smile as she sinks her mouth down on him again, this time letting him hit her throat. She closes her eyes and gives him a hard suck, then pulls back. His cock falls from her lips as she lets go a rough moan.

Her eyes flutter closed, "Oh, god, that's so good..." Roan's hips thrust up again, clearly showing her that if she wants more, she has to give more. She chuckles with a nod, "Yeah, okay..." and takes him in her mouth again.

While Clarke pumps his cock with her mouth, I bring my tongue to the base and trace a path to his balls. I suck one lightly, then the other.

He chokes out, "Fuck, I'm close!"

I pull my head away and wrap my hand firmly around the base of his cock, "Not until she comes, you're not."

As if she was waiting for the demand, she pulls her mouth away from his cock. She tells me, "You finish him," then whispers in my ear, "I don't want anyone's come in me but yours..." My eyes slam shut as I absorb the simple eroticism of her words, the thought of my come being inside her, the reminder that coming inside her has a new purpose and nearly every day for the past six weeks, we've been actively trying to get pregnant. Fuck, she could be pregnant right now. My hand slides behind her neck of its own accord, my fingers tangling themselves on the sweaty hairs at the nape of her neck. I pull her head down and surge up to meet her halfway in a deep, insistent kiss that sets me aflame.

After our lips let go, I hold her forehead against mine, "I love you."

I see her lips quirk up in a grin, "I love you, too." Her tongue grazes the shell of my ear and she whispers, "Now let me come for you."

She pushes back up to her knees, giving me a decadent view of her writhing body, her cunt speared by his tongue as she kneads at her tits. He brings a hand around her front and rubs relentlessly at her clit. Finally, with a shuddering cry, her body stiffens. Her nails dig into her own skin as she comes for us, and it's so goddamn beautiful.

With a hoarse yell, he finally lets go. I close my eyes, his tangy flavor hitting the back of my tongue in spurts as I swallow it down.

When I open them again, Clarke is inches from my face wearing a truly impure grin. "Now, can we get to the main event?"

I nod, "Oh, Princess... Just you wait."


Last chapter's end notes, I promised "explicit." Consider this a warmup of sorts for Chapter 56, where a very specific fantasy of Clarke's will be visited... and then some ;)

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