Katrina pressed her front to my back, reaching around to untie the bow between my breasts. “Why don’t you let us show you?”

Her lips sucked the lobe of my ear, ending with a sharp bite that shot straight to my nipples, just in time for her to tug the lacy material away to present them to Sasha.

“Look at those pretty tits,” Sasha whispered. “They look so hard, it hurts. Let me kiss them better.”

Katrina kissed down my neck while her hands cupped my curves and offered them up for Sasha to flick with her tongue. The two women worshipped my body as they slowly undressed me. I slid my eyes closed and tried to imagine what the Voyeur saw. Three beautiful women with soft curves pressed together, full lips against silky flesh, elegant fingers caressing every inch of skin.

I tried to see it, but when I closed my eyes, all I saw was Atlas leaned back in a chair, his legs spread wide, doing nothing to hide the long, hard length pushing against his slacks. When the girls shifted me to the bed, I opened my eyes and froze. The dark eyes I’d just imagined watched me now as if I’d conjured him.

Sasha and Katrina hadn’t noticed my shock and continued to guide me back on the bed, but I could barely focus on anything but him. He hadn’t turned the lights all the way down, leaving enough light to let me know it was him watching me. When his lips tipped in the most devious, gloating smile, I should have rolled my eyes and ignored him. Instead, my pussy gushed, imagining those filthy lips following through on the promises they made earlier. Fuck. Why hadn’t I let him go down on me before? Maybe then I wouldn’t be so enraptured with the thought of it all.

Katrina held my wrists and directed them over my head to bind them to the bed.

“What are you doing?” I asked breathlessly.

“Helping you relax. You worked so hard today,” Sasha explained while she hooked her fingers in my panties and tugged off my last remaining piece of clothing. She spread my legs and pressed featherlight kisses down my thighs. When she dropped low enough, Atlas came back into view, just in time for me to watch him stroke his length through his pants.