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look. I stood up in the water, taller by a few inches with them on their knees. I’d done it, because being neck deep in water didn’t seem very dominant, but standing bared my breasts to the air, and to their gaze. I was caught between wanting to cover up and loving the way they looked at me. Conflicted; who, me?
    I said the only thing I could think to say. “Yes.”

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    I licked water off both of them, taking turns running my mouth down their chests and stomachs, and finally ending with Asher sitting on the edge of the tub, where the marble spread out into the mirror-edged platform. I knelt in the warm, warm water, with his long legs on either side of me, while I went down on him. He still hadn’t taken blood from me, so he was limp and as small as he got as I sucked and rolled my mouth over him. I loved the feel of a man before he got big, and with most men a little oral sex and they were anything but little almost immediately. But until a vampire took blood there wasn’t enough blood pressure to have that wonderful change of texture and size, so I could suck to my heart’s content without it turning into a challenge to breathing around something much too big to go down my throat that far. I loved deep-throating, but my body didn’t always like not being able to breathe. I was able to press my mouth completely over him until my lips kissed against his body with all of him inside my mouth. It was an amazing sensation.
    I rolled my eyes upward and watched Asher’s face as he stared down at me, eyes wide, breath panting, but not building to release. Until he took blood from me, there would be no release for him.
    Jean-Claude had chosen to watch. He’d said, “I want to watch his face as you pleasure him, knowing he has no release until he takes blood from you.”
    It so totally worked for me.
    I felt the water move around me, sloshing and caressing my body, and knew before hands touched me that Jean-Claude had grown tired of watching and was about to join us. That totally worked for me, too.
    He knelt in the water, and I felt enough of his body to know he was lower in the water than I’d expected. I moved back enough from Asher’s body to start to glance back at him, but he touched my face and told me, “I didn’t tell you to look, or to stop.”
    Normally I wouldn’t have taken the “tell,” but he was top, which meant he was in charge, and in the bedroom I gave up that power sometimes. Sometimes it was one of the most relaxing things in the world to not be the one in charge for a change.
    I turned back to Asher, one hand playing over the delicate looseness of his testicles, and lowered my mouth back over the rest of him.
    Jean-Claude’s hands caressed my ass, smoothing between my thighs, spreading my legs wider. Then his fingers found my opening and, with the practice of years, he slipped a finger inside me. It made me gasp and stop, frozen with Asher buried as deep as he could go in my mouth.
    “The water always makes you so very tight, but I didn’t tell you to stop. I want you to scream your pleasure with him in your mouth,” Jean-Claude said.
    Asher said, “Let me take blood first, and when you bring her we will both go.”
    “No,” Jean-Claude said, “I want to watch your face while her screams vibrate around your body, but you cannot have release from all that sensation.”
    I rolled my eyes upward to watch Asher’s face. He looked almost pained. I rolled my mouth over him until the tip slipped from between my lips, and I kissed him there before swallowing him down again. He stared down at me with wide, almost panicked eyes, then up at Jean-Claude. “I thought we were topping Anita, not me.”
    “I changed my mind,” Jean-Claude said, and he began to work his finger in and out of me until I made small helpless noises around Asher’s body, as if he were a living gag.
    “Mon Dieu.”
Asher breathed it out almost in a sigh.
    “If you complain, I won’t let you have release,” Jean-Claude