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Damn. Was the man a mind reader? Or, she grinned inwardly, had some woman
already spit in his face? She was tempted, Lord, knew she was tempted. Yet Ciarra was
tired and her stamina was becoming a dry well. There was something about this man
that told her he could get real nasty and she just didn t have the energy to find out.
Instead Ciarra leaned forward and placed her mouth to his, slowly releasing the
wine and letting it flow into his mouth and down his throat. Finished, she started to
draw back, but not before Master Terrance assaulted her mouth.
His kiss was firm, demanding, as his tongue pushed past her lips, invading her
depths. He took what he wanted, unlike his brother. He pulled her into his arms, a grip
that felt like chains closing around her.
Although appalled, her body reacted the traitor. Her breasts filled with desire,
heavy and needy. Her nipples were tight aching buds as she threaded her fingers
through his blond hair and kissed him with the fury inside her. His response was
aggressive. Their teeth clinked together. A battle ensued between their tongues. It was
all-out war.
If Ciarra didn t know better she would have thought Master Terrance was fighting
his own demons.
Then the table began to move, jerking her. It was either slide off the table face first,
or let go of the man whose arms had already released her. Ciarra let go and found
herself eye to eye with Master Shawn. His jaw was a tight line. A vein bulged in his
forehead. If she didn t know better, she would have thought the man was jealous. But
this was just a job for these three men. The nasty blonde from California had arranged
this experience. Until Ciarra found a way out of the mess she might as well enjoy
herself, because right now she could use a good fuck.
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Ciarra waited for Master Shawn to ask for his pleasure when Master Terrance stood
up and walked around the table. Man, she hated the twinkle in the man s eyes. If it was
a sign of what was to come, she was in trouble.
Master Shawn, I believe that you are hungry for dessert. Perhaps junket.
Ciarra looked over her shoulder for the sweetmeat milk sweetened, flavored and
thickened into curd with rennet. Nowhere could she find the custard.
Here. Master Terrance reached behind her and then handed her a small bowl. She
looked around for a spoon, but found none. Use your fingers and spread it thick over
your breasts.
What did she have to lose? Perhaps this would lead to what her body was
screaming for. She needed to get laid. Needed to forget about what she d done and
what her future held or didn t hold.
Fuck me, she prayed, looking into Master Shawn s intense green eyes. Fuck me and
make me forget.
Ciarra took the bowl and looked into it, frowning. Junket was usually a cream color.
The substance in the bowl had a pinkish tint to it. There was something else added to it
and by what she d seen so far on this planet she was better off not asking.
Nevertheless she dipped two fingers into the pudding and began to smooth it over
her naked breast raised by the bustier she wore. Immediately her nipples puckered.
Warmth penetrated her breast, her blood. The sensation was heady and she could not
help adding more pudding on her globe. The swirls created the most wonderful
sensations. She circled her nipple more than once, loving the tingles that pulled and
drew like tethers connected to her pussy. The scent of cinnamon and cloves rose as she
began to cover her other breast with the junket.
Ciarra blinked hard. The room was getting hotter and the man before her
unbelievably more appealing than he already was. She remembered how his cock
tasted, how he felt sliding in and out of her mouth. Her tongue traced her bottom lip as
her gaze fell to his crotch. She squirmed, needing to feel his long length thrusting
between her thighs. Her knees parted further as a wave of desire flowed through her.
She was wet, so wet.
When her gaze finally rose it was to meet Master Shawn s and his was cold enough
to freeze water. Ciarra refused to let his mood detour the path her body was taking her
down. She slipped one finger into her mouth, tasting. Ahhh. She closed her eyes
savoring the hot flavor that melted upon her tongue. Her eyelids rose, feeling heavy.
She giggled and Master Shawn frowned. What hit her as so funny, she didn t
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