Free Mistress's Master: Men in Blue, Book 3 by Jayne Rylon

cocks proclaimed they desired. She would grant them some of what they craved.
    “Who would like to make me come?” She rolled to her back, spreading her legs until her heels dangled off the edges of the table.
    “I would, Mistress.” The shy blond volunteered in a flash, beating out the rest of his comrades by a split second. “Please, may I taste you?”
    “Greedy.” She laughed softly. “You would be lucky if I allowed you to touch me, never mind drink my juices as I came on your face.”
    The slave bowed his head, whispering an apology as though she would punish him harshly for his honesty.
    How could she refuse such sweet surrender? Granting wishes, making dreams come true—as no one had ever done for her—remained the driving force behind her role. Situations like these were win-win.
    “What’s your name?” The strong submissive met her gaze when asked a direct question. The shocking sparkle of his eyes reminded her of Jeremy and the potent stare he’d leveled on her two nights before. She could drown in the attention.
    “I’m Ryan. At your service, Mistress Lily.”
    “Good boy.” She shifted to her right. The other four men understood her intent. They rotated her ninety degrees until she was perpendicular to her starting point and her legs draped over Ryan’s shoulders. The man who’d been at her left supported her shoulders against his buff chest, never missing a beat as he massaged her forehead, cheeks and temples.
    Divine.
    The three unburdened slaves continued to stroke her body, cupping her breasts, petting her belly and chaffing her arms. Puffs of Ryan’s elevated respiration dusted the lips of her bare pussy.
    “Go ahead, sweetheart.” She guided his tongue to her clit with a firm grip on his too-long hair. “That’s nice. Suck my clit. A little harder. Yes, perfect.”
    Lily relaxed, allowing her eyes to flutter closed as Ryan demonstrated impressive skill.
    After long minutes of reveling in the pressure building inside, she tapped the long fingers making a circuit from her knee to her hip. “Inside me. Feel how hot my pussy is. For you. All of you.”
    The man groaned as he kneeled beside Ryan. The slaves pressed close in order to fulfill her wishes. She enjoyed the manscape as their defined pectoral muscles gleamed with a light sheen of sweat.
    The second slave notched two digits at the entrance of her pussy and began to work them inside. “Yes, like that.”
    “You’re delicious, Mistress.” Ryan redoubled his licking at the moisture coating her pussy. His tongue flickered over the other man’s knuckles.
    “Would you like a taste?” She tilted her head toward the second slave as she observed the man tunneling deeper within her sheath on every pass.
    “May I?” He looked as if afraid to hope. Who had treated these men so poorly? She made a mental note to offer to incorporate them into her personal stable.
    “Of course.” She interjected as his fingers neared his mouth. “But I’d prefer you to take your sample from Ryan’s lips.”
    He hesitated, debating.
    “That’s not an order.” She wouldn’t force either of the men to violate their boundaries. “Merely a statement of my preference.”
    Ryan lifted his head from her drenched folds. He nodded at the man studying his glistening lips and chin. “If you want to, Ben…”
    Ben eroded the distance between them, tentatively extending his tongue. He touched the tip of the thick muscle to Ryan’s parted lips and licked. A teeny taste. His lashes fluttered, and he groaned. He returned for seconds, this time sealing their mouths firmly.
    Lily studied the men as they devoured each other, battling for supremacy. Few things ranked as high as witnessing two hard, sexy men kiss, especially when they did it to please her.
    She shivered.
    “Very nice.” She regulated the breathy quality of her praise. “Now, finish what you’ve started. Make me come then you can play with each other if you’re interested.”
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