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grew even harder as he realized that soon he would be seeing both his lovers in the same way.
“So, my dears? Your turns. And, er, muslins next, I believe?”
“Well,” Serena spoke in a teasing voice. “Not necessarily, as we also have—” He stared. “Very well, Your Grace. Muslins it is.” She turned her back to him and lifted her hair to hold it away from her back. “We decided, Bella and I, that you should have the privilege and the frustration, of opening the buttons on my dress. I may tell you there are many of them.”
“Fifty-seven.” Bella’s voice was rueful. “I should know; I had the joy of doing them up. So boring to hide what is underneath, so much more pleasure to discover. I hope you realize the honor I am bestowing on you, allowing you to usurp me like this?”
He did and said so frankly. “My loves, I treasure all you give me.”
Truthfully, they had continuously amazed and surprised him thus far with their generosity and willingness to share since he had first proposed this delectable ménage. It was up to him, in this one night, to show them how right it was, how much they would all benefit, gain, and enjoy by so doing. “I am ever in your debt, Arabella. And I will be honored. Then if you are so inclined, I will salute you likewise?”
Bella laughed, a deep, sexy laugh that his cock responded to with alacrity. “Well, in a manner of speaking, Ivo, for my buttons are ribbons, and they are not at the back of my dress.”
He found he had no repeatable answer to that, except to slowly begin to unbutton Serena’s dress, gradually exposing her slender, milk-white spine. Without volition he pressed a kiss to the nape of her neck, heard her soft gasp, and Bella’s harsh breath. He turned his head and smiled at her. “If you wish a kiss, Bella, move nearer.” She complied, her fingers playing with the ribbon at her throat. So, maybe too impatient to wait her turn?
One hand gradually releasing buttons from their loops, with the other he firmly stopped Bella’s from playing with her ties. Hooking a finger through the top set of ribbons on her dress, he tugged them apart, revealing even more of her magnificent breasts. Bending his head, he nipped the soft flesh as it swelled above her nipples before soothing the sting with a kiss and a gentle lave of his tongue.
“There, now you are both branded as mine.” He purred as he saw Bella’s eyes peruse the swell of color where his lips and teeth had been. “And I await with growing excitement when I also have a brand…from each of you. I fear I am becoming impatient.” So saying, he grasped her gown and pulled sharply downwards. He heard the ripping sound with satisfaction as buttons loosened their hold and fell away.
Serena made a grab to hold the material over her.
“Let it go,” he said tersely. “Let it fall. Watch in the mirror as you are revealed. See? Your nipples are taut, your flesh trembles, your cunt is wet and quivering with anticipation.” He watched as Serena stared at herself and did not attempt to cover her body before turning to Bella, whose eyes were glued to the arousing picture of Serena, covered only by her hair.
“Now, Bella, it is your turn. Do I rip or untie?”
She giggled.
He noticed a hand straying toward her clitoris. “Do not dare to touch yourself at this moment, my dearest Arabella,” he chided. “For if you do, you will miss such excitement and arousal that you will be sorely disappointed. Have patience. Do not be petulant; it is not becoming. Let us reveal you also. Then I will give you your presents. Show you how to use them. So to reiterate, do I rip or untie?”
“Either, I care not, for I feel distinctly overdressed as I look at the two of you.” There was almost a pout on her deep rosy lips.
“Then, I rip.” And he suited actions to his words. He was rewarded with two satisfied sighs.
Ivo noted Serena had let her dress pool at her feet and carefully refrained from looking at her
“So, my dears? Your turns. And, er, muslins next, I believe?”
“Well,” Serena spoke in a teasing voice. “Not necessarily, as we also have—” He stared. “Very well, Your Grace. Muslins it is.” She turned her back to him and lifted her hair to hold it away from her back. “We decided, Bella and I, that you should have the privilege and the frustration, of opening the buttons on my dress. I may tell you there are many of them.”
“Fifty-seven.” Bella’s voice was rueful. “I should know; I had the joy of doing them up. So boring to hide what is underneath, so much more pleasure to discover. I hope you realize the honor I am bestowing on you, allowing you to usurp me like this?”
He did and said so frankly. “My loves, I treasure all you give me.”
Truthfully, they had continuously amazed and surprised him thus far with their generosity and willingness to share since he had first proposed this delectable ménage. It was up to him, in this one night, to show them how right it was, how much they would all benefit, gain, and enjoy by so doing. “I am ever in your debt, Arabella. And I will be honored. Then if you are so inclined, I will salute you likewise?”
Bella laughed, a deep, sexy laugh that his cock responded to with alacrity. “Well, in a manner of speaking, Ivo, for my buttons are ribbons, and they are not at the back of my dress.”
He found he had no repeatable answer to that, except to slowly begin to unbutton Serena’s dress, gradually exposing her slender, milk-white spine. Without volition he pressed a kiss to the nape of her neck, heard her soft gasp, and Bella’s harsh breath. He turned his head and smiled at her. “If you wish a kiss, Bella, move nearer.” She complied, her fingers playing with the ribbon at her throat. So, maybe too impatient to wait her turn?
One hand gradually releasing buttons from their loops, with the other he firmly stopped Bella’s from playing with her ties. Hooking a finger through the top set of ribbons on her dress, he tugged them apart, revealing even more of her magnificent breasts. Bending his head, he nipped the soft flesh as it swelled above her nipples before soothing the sting with a kiss and a gentle lave of his tongue.
“There, now you are both branded as mine.” He purred as he saw Bella’s eyes peruse the swell of color where his lips and teeth had been. “And I await with growing excitement when I also have a brand…from each of you. I fear I am becoming impatient.” So saying, he grasped her gown and pulled sharply downwards. He heard the ripping sound with satisfaction as buttons loosened their hold and fell away.
Serena made a grab to hold the material over her.
“Let it go,” he said tersely. “Let it fall. Watch in the mirror as you are revealed. See? Your nipples are taut, your flesh trembles, your cunt is wet and quivering with anticipation.” He watched as Serena stared at herself and did not attempt to cover her body before turning to Bella, whose eyes were glued to the arousing picture of Serena, covered only by her hair.
“Now, Bella, it is your turn. Do I rip or untie?”
She giggled.
He noticed a hand straying toward her clitoris. “Do not dare to touch yourself at this moment, my dearest Arabella,” he chided. “For if you do, you will miss such excitement and arousal that you will be sorely disappointed. Have patience. Do not be petulant; it is not becoming. Let us reveal you also. Then I will give you your presents. Show you how to use them. So to reiterate, do I rip or untie?”
“Either, I care not, for I feel distinctly overdressed as I look at the two of you.” There was almost a pout on her deep rosy lips.
“Then, I rip.” And he suited actions to his words. He was rewarded with two satisfied sighs.
Ivo noted Serena had let her dress pool at her feet and carefully refrained from looking at her
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