I fell in love with their voices before I ever met them.
Nathan is quiet, intense, and watches me like he already owns me. John is charming, patient, and smiles like he knows I’m going to say yes before I do. Winning dinner with them was supposed to be a dream come true. One night sharing a meal together. That was it.
But they offered me a place in their world. Inside their studio and in their stories. And now I’m not sure if I’m recording an audiobook…Or being written into one.
Because the way they look at me isn’t friendly. It isn’t professional. And it definitely isn’t innocent. It’s possessive and dangerous. Worst of all, I think they decided I was theirs long before I ever walked through the door.
Be Warned: menage sex (MFM), DDLG, anal sex, double penetration, public exhibition
When it was her turn to read, she launched into her dialogue with passion, remembering Nathan’s instruction to feel the scene. Perhaps it was the need to impress the man standing behind her, but she put her life into her performance. Her body shook with anger, just as her character did, and her tone reflected the inner turmoil of a woman forced to confront her attraction to a man she never should have been drawn to.
When it was Nathan’s turn to speak, and she heard his voice behind her, dark and deep, matching her energy, Felicity found herself being pulled into the moment they were creating together. For years, she had listened to him narrate her favorite stories, imagining the scenes he spoke about in her head. Now, he was right next to her, telling a story, and the scene he painted was more vivid, vibrant, colorful, and real than anything she’d ever imagined. Maybe it was because she wasn’t just a spectator anymore but a part of the scene.
The scene continued, all three voices playing their roles to perfection. As she read along, waiting for her cue and speaking up when it was her turn, Felicity saw the scene begin to shift. The tension and conflict in her character’s emotions switched from confrontational to aroused. It was John’s voice narrating what was happening, and Felicity was held spellbound, her heart beating fast in her chest.
“…Ashley could barely breathe,” he read from the manuscript. “She recognized that look in Kane’s eyes and knew what it meant but couldn’t get her legs to move. To escape from the kiss she knew was coming. She was powerless before him. Hunger rushed through her as her gaze locked with his, the need to touch him so potent it left her crazy…”
As he read, a need arose in Felicity. A need so dark and sexual it made her vision go cloudy. Moving down the paragraph to her next line, she felt her body jerk back when she realized what she would have to say in front of these two men.
“So beautiful.” She heard Nathan’s voice in her ear and, for a moment, forgot he was only reading from the book. “Your body drives me crazy, Ashley,” he continued, momentarily pulling her out of her fantasy.
“It is not yours to own.” She managed to croak out her lines, though her brain struggled to keep up. She was caught between two worlds.
“Isn’t it?” Nathan said, and she felt his chest press against her back. Or maybe she was the one who leaned back on him for support, unsure that her legs could keep on carrying her weight. He continued reading, and it didn’t matter anymore. “You’re mine, Ashley. To do with as I please. It’s pointless to fight it when your very body says the same.”
“No, it doesn’t,” Felicity snarled.
“No?” Nathan growled in her ear. “Why does it respond to my touch swiftly? Why do your eyes get so big when they look into mine? Why do you get so wet at the sound of my voice? Why do your nipples get hard when I hold your breasts in my hand?”
Felicity’s eyes closed, and she bit back a moan at the sound of Nathan’s voice. So lost was she in her head that she barely reacted when she felt two hands reach under her arms and cup her breasts. It felt like the most natural thing in the world to lean back and give in to his touch. When she finally realized that it was Nathan’s hand pressing and fondling her breasts, it was too late.
“Why does my cock get so hard at the sight of it, Ashley?” He continued reading from the book. “Why is it that when I see your body, all I can think of is laying it down and feasting on it till I am full and can feast no more?” He finished his dialogue, turning her around to face him.
Felicity’s response was a whimper of need, her knees buckling as she leaned back to look into his eyes. Felicity felt her arousal heightening uncontrollably. She could barely breathe. Getting enough oxygen simply wasn’t going to happen. It felt like she had waited so long for this moment. The intensity of the hunger she saw in his eyes now. She had endured a lifetime of hearing his voice paint this very scene in her head, imagined the need she saw in his eyes now, and heard his voice drive her to the pinnacle of pleasure several times already.
