O’Grady was pacing up and down, shirtless. His muscular physique with the wiry dark chest hairs, made him look like a superb specimen of a male animal, thought St Just who was watching him. The blonde sibling was lounging on the bed, also shirtless, but he appeared to be cool as always.
They were waiting for their Pet, hoping against hope that she would be able to sneak out from next door while her sister slumbered on.
Unlike his Irish half-brother who looked like he was about to explode.
“Do you think she’ll come?” asked O’Grady, looking towards his brother like a hopeful puppy and St Just grinned.
He wasn’t happy but the expression on his brother’s face made him think; Liam O’Grady might be a feared Don in his circle, a killer, an excellent pugilist, a sharp businessman…
But little Bianca Cruz seemed to have reduced him to a love-sick puppy, craving her love…
Finn St Just sat forward as the thought struck him. He frowned at his brother.
“Are you in LOVE with our Pet, O’Grady?” he asked, keeping his voice flat.
The expressions chasing each other on his sibling’s handsome features told him everything.
Liam O’Grady was in denial, as he did not want to admit it to anyone, least of all himself.
“Love?” he scoffed,” She’s a little toy, we paid for. Is all, Saint.”
His words were spoken with his back to his brother for O’Grady knew his brother could read his face easily. His words rang untrue, almost hollow as he said it, totally unconvincing and he knew that he did not believe them either.
He cared for Bianca Cruz, and he would give his life to protect her, to see the smile on her face. Was that love?
But to admit that …?
O’Grady was not prepared , not just yet.
St Just began to say something when a soft knock on the door alerted them.
“It had better not be one of those damned maids or bodyguards,” though O’Grady as he wrenched the door open.
Bianca stood there, her face flushed and happy.
“Anna is asleep,” she began breathlessly,” I know she won’t wake for a while…”
She could not say anything further, because O’Grady had pulled her into the room.
Young Bianca was in a large shirt, one of his, thought O’Grady, his erection rearing at the sight because the shirt belonged to him, as though she was declaring that she belonged to him.
But there was another reason for his excitement; she was naked beneath it. Her shirt was unbuttoned and he felt the breath leave his body in a whoosh as his hungry eyes devoured the soft, supple body beneath the silk shirt, transparent as it was.
With a groan, O’Grady pulled her into his arms, kissing her hard, kicking the door shut behind him.
St Just watched him sardonically.
And he thinks he isn’t in love? thought the blonde man as he rose to join the couple at the door.
O’Grady had ripped her shirt off her body and their hands were roving over each other, feverishly as he grunted and she moaned, her head falling back as he bit her, sucked her neck, his hands moving of their own volition, over her rounded body.
St Just pushed his brother to the side, bending down to kiss Bianca as she raised her head to his, ignoring O’Grady’s angry snarl.
“Anna?” asked St Just, ever the practical one.
“She’s asleep,” stuttered Bianca for now, O’Grady was kneeling at her feet, his head between her legs.
He had forced her onto the table, her legs spread, the wetness visible, her folds glistening pink.
She panted, rearing back against the wall for support as the Irishman began to eat her pussy, any way he could. She gripped his head, as he held her thighs, making a low rumbling sound as he licked and sucked and nibbled at her sensitive nub. St Just held her, lifting her heavy breast, his mouth latching onto her nipple, firm and peaked, even as he continued supporting her.
Bianca gasped,
“I…Master O’Grady…I’m…. coming…
And then her body was bucking helplessly as the combined assault by both her Masters had her reduced to a panting, sobbing hot mess.
“Naughty Pet,” purred St Just, as he lifted her up and carried her to the bed,” Did your Masters permit you to come?”
He swatted her round bottom with his hand, hard and she sobbed as the pain shot through her.
His hand came down on her other a*se cheek and Bianca moaned.
“Now, we shall have to punish you…”
O’Grady rose, tearing off his trousers as he approached her, his thick manhood erect and ripping.
“Ah, the Pet asked for it, Saint,” he said as he thrust his dripping member into her warm mouth, loving the way her warm mouth wrapped around him eager to please.
Gently, he guided her onto her hands and knees as she gasped, her body trembling as St Just prepared to spank her, a riding crop in his hands now.
“We …don’t have much time, Master…arrgh!” she yelped as the crop landed on her a*se and she went on, breathlessly,
“Anna…”
O’Grady silenced her as he thrust his c*ck into her mouth while St Just began to use the crop on her raised bottoms in earnest.
Tears flowing, but loving the pain and the warmth flooding over her, making her insides clench in delight, Bianca sucked her Master’s c*ck hard, moaning around it with each blow, her pus*y dripping as her hips reared back, asking for more from her tormenter…
He was fingering her peach hole and she whimpered , knowing what was about to happen. The crop came down, harder.
Then, St Just was forcing his thick member into her from behind and her eyes bulged. But with O’Grady’s manhood in her mouth, she was powerless and something in her enjoyed the feel…of being at their mercy…of pleasuring both her Masters simultaneously. She moaned, sucking in the member in her mouth deeply and St Just’s crop landed on her breast, making her leap. O’Grady chuckled, breathlessly as he held her head,
“Ah, this lass will be the death of me…”
And then, he was coming in her mouth, holding her head in position with a firm grip on her hair.
Bianca swallowed his cum, gulping for breath even as St Just rode her hard from behind, making her gag around O’Grady’s member…
Upstairs, in their large bedroom, Lucien Delano watched his Woman sashay into the room.
Proserpina was removing her clothes as she went, heading for a shower. She had been supervising the work in the kitchen and made it a rule to retire to bed only after her last maids had left.
His large-hearted, kind Woman, thought the Don fondly.
And the nightly shower was a routine between them
The Don followed her and stepped into the spacious shower behind her, his meaty hands going to her breasts, cupping them. His thick erection was dripping pre-cum and he grunted as he lowered his head to kiss her full, willing mouth. She was twisting her long hair into a shower cap as he tilted her face to receive his kiss.
Lowering his head to her nape, he nuzzled her fondly, as he growled,
“Why did you put those two horny animals in the room next to their girl, my little wh*re?”
She gasped throatily, a soft giggle escaping her lips as she gripped his head and whispered, looking into his pale, hot eyes,
” Because I’ve seen that look before, Lucien, on your face. So, I know how they must be feeling, Master…I saw the expression in their eyes.”
He swung her round and her long hair flew behind her abruptly, like a banner. She looked over her shoulder at him, her lips parted, eyes full of honesty.
“I saw them look at you,” he grunted, displeased, a thick finger thrusting into her wet core and she leaned forward, bending knowing he was going to take her from behind, the helpless hunger for him invading her body.
“Do you feel like f*cking a younger c*ck, Woman?” he growled, his thick member pressing into her as he voiced his secret fears.
To his astonishment, his Woman chuckled and pushing him back, she turned to face him. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she stood on her toes, and bit his lower lip daringly.
“Hmm…maybe I would like to know how it feels, Master,” she dimpled wickedly and he squeezed her a*se cheek painfully, making her press her body to his body, his breathing coming hard.
And then, trailing soft kisses along his jaw, she said in a teasing whisper,
“Should I flirt with them, do you think?’ she said teasing him and playing with his flat nipples, running her fingers over his hirsute chest as he grunted.
The Boss ground his thick erect member against her belly.
‘It might be nice to…” she began but stopped as he lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her hard, shutting her off.
She did not continue, for both of them knew that she loved him too much to even consider another man in her life, forget her bed!
He bit her hard on her nape, his hand going to tweak a nipple roughly.
“I think I want to breed you again,” he growled hoarsely and she jumped back in alarm, brown eyes as wide as saucers as he went on, holding her against the tiles and ramming his member into her,
“I like to see you bearing my mark, your belly round and swollen with my seed growing in you, my little sl*t.”
He spun her around and pinned her to the wall, thrusting his big c*ck into her wet pus*y, before she could react.
Then her Master pounded her womanhood, pinching her swollen nub, his teeth on her nape and she screamed as she exploded under him. A moment later, he was grunting as he came too, his thick cum spurting into her womb as she gripped his member frantically with the muscles of her core,…
“Drain my balls, sl*t,” he commanded, biting her earlobe and she complied, gasping. Her hips bucked rhythmically as he tweaked her nipple cruelly…
Later, as they lay in bed, Proserpina felt the familiar aches all over her body, the sore spots that proved how thorough a lover her husband was, even at his age.
She looked at Lucien through her lashes.
She would not put it past him to get her pregnant, she thought with a pang, and he was still virile…