Surreal (Divine Trilogy #3) Read Online Free Page B

first then, my man. Straddle the chair, then recline so that your head is down on the footrest. Your ass will be down here by the back.” He patted the dip in the seat while Landon went into action. “Paige, you’ll straddle your Master’s lap next, facing him, but don’t slide down that veiny cock until you’re given permission.”
    She whimper-moaned but hurried to obey with a quiet, “Yes, Sir.”
    “Catherine, my divine little slut, get your pussy over Sir Landon’s face.” The widening of her emerald eyes spiked his heart rate. She was so beautiful that, at times, Jayden found the very air he depended on being whisked out of him. Corny though the coined phrase was, he was “twitterpated” where that woman was concerned. Giving his head a shake to dislodge the mushy emotion, he directed his attention back to the task at hand. They could be cuddly later, at home. Now was the time to let his dominant side get a deep drink of the illicit pleasure he craved.
    “Aye, Master.” Catherine’s eyes twinkled, and the apples of her cheeks flushed. She turned to face him, then proceeded to back up into the position she’d been told to take, like the good girl she was.
    While Jayden conducted their arrangement, he continued to stroke himself, almost without care, but with enough grip to keep his cock hard. Not that it was difficult to maintain an erection with all the bared flesh in his line of vision.
    Jayden and Catherine now stood at either end of the chair, facing each other across the distance. Between them, Paige stood astride Landon waiting for her queue to lower her body.
    Once everyone was in place, a single word slipped from Jayden’s lips: “Now.” The room filled with the lusty murmurs of appreciation when each of their groins received an erotic caress.
    Catherine spread her stance to better offer her smooth cunt to Landon’s eager tongue, a pleased sound escaping her when he made contact. Paige’s head slammed back against the chair, a mangled cry breaking free the moment she impaled herself on Landon’s cock.
    That was Jayden’s opening. It was nothing for him to pin Paige’s shoulders against the high, curved back of the chair with his large palms when she arched back. He pushed his cock into her open mouth and a sense of power filled him when her eyes shot open in surprise at his unexpected action. Momentary panic skipped across her pretty blues, then they ignited into a dark fire within. He groaned with satisfaction and pressed his thighs tighter against the chair.
    “That’s it, Paige. Relax your throat, open for me . . .”
    With short pulses, then long, and then back to shallow again, Jayden worked his length between her lips. He hadn’t told Catherine what to do with herself, other than to sit on Landon’s face, so when he managed to draw his eyes open and look over at her, the intense look she wore surprised him.
    Catherine was fixated on the sight of his cock in Paige’s mouth—she had to be. If he hadn’t known any better, he’d have sworn what she was seeing was turning her on more than what she was feeling . Landon’s dexterous tongue couldn’t distract his jewel from ogling her Master’s cock. Jayden shuddered in response, and Paige gagged below him. He pulled back to give her some air.
    “Does his tongue feel good on you, Catherine? Do you like the way he flicks it across your clit?” The Dom loved to tease, to elicit begging and desperation from his pet.
    Red hair billowed around her when she dropped her head forward, nodding. “Aye, Master. Sir Landon is good, but this girl still prefers your tongue.”
    While the answer pleased Jayden immensely, Landon must not have agreed, because Catherine let out a shriek then tried to stand up and pull away. Landon had been ready, though, and his hands snaked out to catch her around the thighs, allowing her to lift up but not step back.
    “You’d rather feel the sting of my bite than the lap of my tongue, then?” Landon