Chapter Seven
ProserpinaPresent Day
Auden’s hands on my welted ass are big and hot and rough, and I whimper as he settles me over Saint’s hips.
It’ll hurt less this way, he whispered to me just before he started moving me, and I’m guessing he means it will hurt less straddling Saint than it would if I were on my back, which is probably true.
It hurts anyway, at least where those massive hands grip and squeeze me. But the endorphins are thick and giddy in my bloodstream right now, and even the pain feels like a gift, like an enticement. A caress from a man I love as he positions me to f**k someone else.
“Wider, little bride,” Auden murmurs, and I plant my knees wider on either side of Saint while Auden keeps one hand curled possessively around my hip. His other hand drops to Saint’s
