Chapter 121: Are you ready?

Violet’s POV

Every dark thought slipped from my mind the moment Richard’s mouth closed around my breast. His teeth grazed lightly, sending a deep pull of heat through me. My head fell back into the pillow, eyes shut, as the mattress shifted with the weight of the men moving into place, silent but purposeful. Richard’s hunger was obvious; he kneaded one breast while drawing insistently on the other.

Michael slid between my legs, lifting them easily over his shoulders. The warmth of his breath against my most sensitive skin made me tremble, and when his fingers slid inside, I was already slick with need.

“Damn, Princess,” Michael muttered against my thigh, “we are only getting started.”

I wriggled against his hand, desperate for more. “Please, Michael.”

Richard pulled away from my breast to respond, his tone clipped. “Michael will not be allowed to satisfy you tonight. He has not finished his punishment from last time.”

I pushed up on my elbow, staring at him in disbelief. “Wait, you are telling me his punishment is that he cannot make me feel good? How does that even make sense?”

Richard’s eyes hardened, the dominant edge in him flashing as he met my gaze. “He failed to bring you release before. Tonight he is denied his own.”

I bit down on my lip, weighing his words, then slowly smiled. “Then by that logic, you should not get to come either, Richard.”

His frown deepened. “And why would you say that?”

My body made it hard to focus, Michael was teasing lazy circles over my clit, each touch scattering my thoughts. Still, I arched a brow at Richard and managed, “Because you forgot your party hat last time.”

Michael barked out a laugh. “She has got you there, brother.”

“Mmm.” I shifted, sliding my legs off Michael’s shoulders, which only spread me wider. Sitting back against the pillows, I crossed my arms over my chest and met Richard’s stare head-on. “You like giving punishments to your subs,” I said smoothly. “But tell me, who keeps the dom in check when he crosses the line?”

Richard looked unsettled. “That is not how it works.”

“Is that so?” I dragged my tongue slowly across my lips. “Sounds like a double standard.”

Michael looked delighted at my defiance. His fingers slid back between my folds, stroking deliberately. “So what do you propose?”

“Hmmm.” I tapped a finger against my mouth, then sucked it slowly between my lips, pretending to think. Finally, I pulled it free and said, “Neither of you should be allowed release tonight.”

Richard’s gaze darkened, unreadable between anger and arousal, but I did not stop. I uncrossed my arms, cupping my breasts, squeezing them with a small sigh. “You should both focus on me. Make sure I am completely satisfied.” My hands drifted down over my stomach, pausing at the edge of my hips.

The touch itself did not do much, but the effect on them did. Richard’s sharp inhale, Michael’s muscles tightening beneath me, those reactions thrilled me more than my own fingers ever could.

I spread one hand across my stomach and slipped the other between my thighs, closing my knees so they could not see. My fingers found the spot that always made me weak, and I circled it slowly until a low moan broke from my lips.

“Violet,” Richard groaned, his voice thick.

I tilted my head toward him. “Well, Richard? Do you not think that would be a fair punishment? For both of you?”

Michael leaned forward, hopeful. “You mean you want us to just watch while you get yourself off?”

“Would that really feel like punishment?” I teased, sliding my knees apart again and pulling my hand away. “No. You have to help me.”

Richard stroked his jaw like he was weighing something important. “So we make you come, but we are not allowed to be released?”

I nodded eagerly, though in truth the idea did not sound quite as fun when I thought about it. Their pleasure always made mine stronger. I already felt a twinge of regret for pushing this game too far. Still, the small, knowing smile tugging at Richard’s lips made me nervous. He looked at Michael, and they exchanged that strange, silent glance that said more than words ever could.

“I am thinking… doggy-style sixty-nine,” Richard said, as if he were calmly choosing wine with dinner.

Michael’s whole face lit up. I had no idea what they meant, but he clearly approved. “Fine, but I still cannot come,” he complained.

“Deal with it,” Richard replied. “You take the bottom.”

“Wait,” I said quickly, nerves rising. “What exactly are you planning?” I had played the confident one, but the truth was that my experience was limited. I had read plenty, even written about things like this, but now Richard and Michael were about to turn imagination into reality.

“I will grab what we need,” Michael said, hopping off the bed.

Richard gave me a slow, steady look. “Exactly what you asked for, darling.”

Michael climbed back onto the mattress with a grin, his body fully on display. “Move over, sweetheart. I am on the bottom this time.”

I scrambled aside as Richard stretched out across the bed, his head at the footboard, feet near the pillows. He smirked at me and gestured for me to climb over him, settling in above his face.

“Oh my,” I breathed as I straddled him, planting my knees on either side of his head. Honestly, it felt more awkward than sexy at that moment. “I once read about a woman who suffocated her husband doing this,” I muttered, half nervous.

Michael chuckled beneath me, the sound brushing warm against my thighs. “That is a myth, love. Just relax.” He wrapped his arms around my legs and pulled me closer to his mouth, burying himself between my folds.

I gasped, distracted immediately by the sight in front of me, Michael’s thick length, hard and close, within reach of both my hands and my lips. But before I could taste him, something cold pressed against my backside.

I glanced over my shoulder and saw Richard holding a bottle of lube and one of the silver plugs, larger than the one Michael had used before. “We need to keep working on your training,” Richard said, his tone almost serious. “Are you ready?”