The Sweetest Temptation
Chapter 63: Touch yourself

Chapter 63: Touch yourself

Keeping her eyes on Rhys, Beatrix removed her dress, exposing her bare skin to them. She was left only in her panties.

Both men exhale simultaneously. Beatrix should hate the rush of power that gave her the rush of lust, but she didn’t . It felt right.

Damien shifted underneath her, his hand squeezing her thigh. She could feel him growing hard underneath her.

"Touch your tits," he ordered.

"Slide your hands over them and then pull on your nipples. Yes, like that. Fuck."

Beatrix saw Rhys breathing hard. She could see the bulge in his pants growing painfully hard.

She bit her lips and tilted her head back as she pinched her nipple between her fingers.

"She is beautiful isn’t she, brother?"

Rhys licked his lips, she could see his self control slipping,

"Yes."

Beatrix prevented a light moan from leaving her lips when Damien’s hand grasped her thigh and gripped it firmly.

His fingers dripped down to the inner part of her thigh as he rubbed up and down, gracing his hand over her knee before moving back up.

Damien’s fingers brush over her throbbing clit beneath the fabric of her panties.

The roughness of the fabric added that much more pleasure, having to bite into her lips further as Beatrix turned to Damien and buried her face into the crook of his neck.

"Do you want to see how beautiful her mound is?" Beatrix’s face was buried inside Damien’s neck so she couldn’t see Rhys’ expression but she heard his hoarse voice.

"Yes."

Damien chuckled, "Then beg for it."

Beatrix’s eyes widened for some reason this felt so weird? It was almost as if Damien was controlling Rhys. Why would he ask him to beg when they were both sharing her? What kind of sick agreement existed between the brothers?

She knew Rhys was not one to take command from anyone. He looked like the type to be giving the command.

"Please let me see her." His voice was so rough as if he was holding himself from taking her.

"Good boy." Damien praised him.

Beatrix stared at Rhys but his eyes or his expression gave nothing away, almost as if he was used to Damien praising him.

So many questions were running through Beatrix’s mind but she knew this wasn’t the time to ask.

"You heard him, stand up, turn your back to face Rhys and remove your panties."

Beatrix stood up from Damien’s lap. With unsteady hands, she hooked her thumbs along the sides of the lace material. She bent over, exposing herself to Rhys- just as Damien had wanted. She slowly pulled them down, as sensually as she could.

"Give it to Rhys.",he ordered. "Crawl to him"

His voice was strangely calm, his expression giving nothing away. Beatrix knew he had warned her, telling her how he was in the bedroom.

"Crawl, Beatrix," Damien said , impatiently this time.

Beatrix swallowed nervously. She was a blushing mess standing in front of two men naked and now he was asking her to get on her knees and crawl?

God...this was so embarrassing. Nothing prepared her for this act of humiliation and submission.

"Why are you making me do this?" Beatrix whispered.

Damien locked gazes with her. "Because I want to," he answered simply.

"But—"

"No buts, Beatrix. It’s only if you want to do this or not. You can say no and we will forget about this okay?"

Beatrix searched his face and found no trace of irritation or anger, and she knew that he was giving her the option to end things right now, no questions asked, no wounded feelings or resentment.

Beatrix bit her lips, "I will do it."

From his couch, Rhys exhaled , a sound of relief. Why was he happy that she had agreed to do this? So was this a test?

"Good." Damien said.

"Then crawl."

Beatrix got on her knees, picking up the panties, and crawled towards Rhys.

Her sex felt exposed as she crawled, exposed and wet and hungry, and when she cast a look over her shoulder, she saw Damien staring at her with a look that seemed he wanted to devour her.

Beatrix swallowed nervously and continued crawling to Rhys feet on her hands and knees.

She should have felt embarrassed but seeing the heat in both men’s eyes made her feel so powerful. It was hard to believe that she could affect anyone like this. Most importantly two dangerous men.

She handed the panties to Rhys and he took it. His eyes were filled with so much lust for her.

Her heart thumped against her chest not with fear but with lust.

"Come back here." Damien commanded patting his lap.

Beatrix crawled back to Damien and he picked her up and sat her down so that she was straddling his leg, her bare pussy flat against the hard muscles of his thigh, and she let out a low moan.

Now she was again facing Rhys. Her breasts and her cunt on display for him, her pleasure a performance for his pleasure.

He sat still, as still and as composed as if he were at a formal dinner, his elbow braced on the arm of the sofa and his head braced against his fingers as he watched her.

But at formal dinners, men didn’t sit with their rigid dicks standing at attention.

But even as it throbbed, even as she saw his pulse thrumming in his neck, he made no move to touch himself. He only watched, with hunger, as he squeezed her panties in his hand.

And underneath her, she felt waves of power and desire rolling off Damien, as if controlling Rhys as well as her aroused a different side of his dominance. As if watching her perform for Rhys was more erotic than anything.

"Spread your legs, Beatrix ," Damien said.

Beatrix did,feeling the cool air kissing the wetness along her center. The ache inside of her tripled, pleasure coursed through her body.

"Are you wet?" Damien questioned.

Beatrix flushed and nodded.

"Yes." She rasped.

"Show me darling, touch yourself."