I obey, but the unmoving sight of Loren tugs at my attention. He’s kneeling to the right of me, where Mr. Bordeaux approaches him with his unhurried, confident gait.

“Go ahead and stand,” he orders, voice too husky to be demanding.

Loren rises to his feet. He’s a couple inches shy of his master’s height, but no less imposing in his naked beauty.

Before I came to the island, I would have fallen over in mortification at witnessing such a display of unabashed nudity, but the men living inside the circular walls of the Zodiac Estate have thoroughly corrupted me in the last two months.

“Stand in front of Novalee. Show her what a gorgeous cock you have.”

There’s a hint of shyness in Loren’s mannerisms as he halts before me, hands at his back. His hard-on confronts me at eye-level, despite the reclined position of my body.

“You’re her master tonight, my love. She answers to you.” Mr. Bordeaux reaches for Loren’s erection from behind, and his fingers wrap around the base. “She’s my gift to you.”

“You’ve already given me so much, Master Bordeaux. A gift isn’t necessary.”

“Nothing is necessary, but I want to give this to you. You deserve a warm, wet place for this beautiful cock to go.” His strokes quicken, and Loren shudders. “You want to come, don’t you, my love?”

“Yes,” he hisses, jerking into his master’s fist.

“Then choose. Do you want to use her mouth, or her ass?”

Loren’s heavy-lidded gaze meets mine, and I silently plead for the first option, my expression stricken at the thought of option two.

“She has a beautiful mouth, Master Bordeaux.”

“Yes, she does. She’s beautiful through and through. Would you like to see her without clothing?”

“Y-yes.”

“Then command her. You are her master tonight. She knows not to disobey you.”

Loren licks his lips, the dart of his tongue more nervous than seductive. “I want you to remove your dress,” he tells me, lacking the hard-edged tone of his master.

I pull at the hem and work the dress up my torso and over my head, then I shimmy out of my panties, ass scooting on the soft leather cushion. My nipples pebble in the mild temperature of the room, and Loren’s gaze latches onto them. With a deep-throated groan, he pushes into his master’s hand.

Mr. Bordeaux squeezes the tip, making Loren wince.

“I know she’s sexy, but you don’t get to come until I say you do.” Mr. Bordeaux’s zipper sounds, along with other movements that go unseen, and then he grips Loren’s hips, and by the way they both jerk, I know Mr. Bordeaux is claiming his ass. Teeth clenched, Loren hisses in a breath at the intrusion.