Two Can Play (Celeste and Dominic) novel Chapter 254

Chapter 254

Shane’s mouth found my left breast, his tongue circling my nipple with slow, deliberate strokes, and at the same time, Emerson’s mouth closed over my right. They sucked in tandem, their tongues working in perfect rhythm, and I gasped, my back arching against the restraints, my head falling back as waves of sensation rolled through me. They took their time, switching between gentle flicks and hard pulls, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. I was already wet, already shaking, already moaning without meaning to.

They moved lower, their mouths trailing down my stomach, their tongues dipping into my navel before continuing their descent. I felt Emerson part my legs, felt his breath warm against my inner thigh, and then his tongue was on me, flat and broad, stroking through my folds with a skill that made my knees buckle. But I could not buckle, could not fall, because my hands were cuffed above my head and I was held in place, forced to stand and take it.

Shane joined him, their tongues working together, one flicking at my clit while the other pressed inside me, and I cried out, my hips bucking against their mouths. They fingered me while they sucked, two fingers curling inside me, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes, and I was so close, so achingly close, my whole body tensing, my breath coming in ragged

gasps.

And then they stopped.

I whimpered, a sound I was ashamed of even as it left my throat, but they did not respond. I heard footsteps, heard the soft click of something being picked up, and then the blindfold was ripped from my eyes.

I blinked against the sudden light, my vision adjusting, and I saw them standing in front of me, their expressions changed. The softness was gone. In its place was something hard, something cold, something that made my stomach drop.

Emerson reached up and uncuffed my hands. Before I could rub my wrists, before I could catch my breath, Shane shoved me hard and I fell to the floor, my palms hitting the black mats, my knees scraping against the surface.

“On your knees,” Emerson said, his voice flat.

I scrambled into position.

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