Total pages in book: 175
Estimated words: 166095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 830(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 166095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 830(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
And she gives me a wicked, wicked smile. “I believe it’s my turn, fluffit.”
Forty-Two
BETHIAH
I’m so keffing weak.
I tell myself that I’m not going to get involved in this whole triad thing. That I’ll do as little as possible for it and let it limp along until its natural death. Then, the moment someone throws a dare my way, I’m suddenly sucking on Jamef’s cock and kissing Dora with his taste in my mouth…and I’m having fun.
So. Weak.
I’ll worry about the consequences tomorrow. For now, Dora’s watching me with anticipation-glazed eyes, and Jamef’s rubbing my bare shoulder with his thumb. I’m in control of this little party at the moment. And I could end this right now. Just declare that we’re done and kill the mood. That we’ve pushed too far and comfort zones have been obliterated. Mine certainly have been. I’ve licked human pussy in the past but never a male’s cock. It was a new experience for me, and surprisingly fun. There’s a heady sense of power, even though your head is in another person’s lap. You’re still in control despite everything because that other person desperately does not want you to stop.
And Dora participating just brought the fun up to another notch.
I eye her right now, the flushed cheeks, the rapid breathing, and I lean against Jamef’s thigh. He’s still in his seat, but his hand is stroking my arm, and I like that he’s there, being supportive and solid. “So, Dora…truth or dare?”
She practically trembles, thinking of her answer, and then shyly says, “Truth.”
I want to give her a hard time, to tease that she’s wimping out, but Jamef lightly taps his thumb on my arm, and it makes me realize that Dora picking truth is probably a good thing. It allows me to ask the hard question that needs to be asked right now. “All right then, fluffit. Tell me the truth—are we outside of your comfort zone? There’s no wrong answer. Just speak honestly.”
“No. I want to keep going.” Dora gives me a shy smile and slides a little closer to Jamef’s other leg, leaning against him. He reaches down and buries his fingers in her bright yellow hair, petting her affectionately, and she practically preens at the touch. I like that he’s reassuring her with a touch, but I also want to pout, because no one ever pets me.
“You tell us if we go too far, sweetheart,” Jamef says, stroking her hair. “Do you need a signal or a word that will let us know if you’re feeling overwhelmed?”
“We can safe word,” she says. “Maybe the word ‘casserole’. If one of us says that, we stop.”
Jamef nods. I do, too, though I would never, ever safe word out. Kef that business. I play to win. “It’s your turn again, fluffit.”
She bites her lip and casts a glance up at Jamef. “Truth or dare.”
He rubs a lock of her hair between his fingers and considers. “ What kind of male would I be if I didn’t take the occasional dare?”
Well now, I’m surprised. Dora is, too. She blinks and then looks over at me, and it’s clear she didn’t have an idea ready for a dare. So I decide to speak up. “You should dare him to play with your cunt, fluffit.”
She gasps, the sound full of excitement. Jamef’s tail twitches.
“I mean, he came. It would be a shame if he was the only one,” I purr, knowing that I’m being bossy and controlling and it’s not even my turn. “Just a suggestion. Otherwise you could have him do something simple, like kissing. You like kissing, don’t you?”
Her lips part, and she looks up at Jamef, then back at me. “Kissing,” she agrees. “I dare you to kiss Bethiah.”
I exchange a glance with Jamef. This was Dora’s game. Why’s she getting shy on us now? Does she not want to be the center of attention? Does she not think she’s worth being pleasured? It was clear that she liked participating. I’m not imagining it either. I can still smell her keffing arousal in the air. “Did you want to stop playing, fluffit?”
“No. I want Jamef to kiss you,” she says, a stubborn note in her voice.
With a huff, I get to my feet and kiss Jamef. Again, we exchange a look, and move in so he can kiss me. It’s a light peck on the lips, more of a promise than anything else. Then he turns his gaze to Dora. “My turn. Truth or dare, sweetheart.”
“Think hard about your answer,” I say.
“Truth.” Her chin lifts in defiance and she glares at me. It’s keffing adorable.
“Why don’t you want me to play with you?” Jamef asks.
Her eyes widen, and she looks like a trapped animal. “Dare,” she quickly amends. “Let’s do dare.”
Jamef pats his knee. “Come straddle my lap and let me touch your cunt. Or do you not want metal hands on you? Is that it?”