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Sherry and Chantel both wore silk robes, ready at a snap of my fingers.
    “Mon chéri,” Sherry rasped out as she brazenly strode across the room, bridging the gap before us while the other two stayed back, waiting… watching. My beautiful, blonde, seductive woman gave me a whisper soft kiss before she slowly started to take my clothes off, starting with my silk tie. “We’re here to make you feel better.”
    My cock alarmingly didn’t salute to her soft caresses. Sherry was my main lover. She’d been with me for about five years , and in those years never had this ever happened to me. My cock worshipped her, yet tonight, her voice and her soft touch didn’t feel enough.
    My hunger was thriving for more…
    For Isobel.
    However, I had made the promise earlier that I wouldn’t do anything to her. I meant to keep the vow even though I’d end up blue and frustrated. A man of my word was what I was known for, but tonight, my passionate nature tempted to overrule my senses.
    Needing more of a distraction before my mind wandered off to the inevitable, I snapped my hard gaze towards my other lover. One look was enough command to have her coming to her heels, naked in a blink of an eye as she abandoned her robe without thought.
    “Mon Roi.” (My King.) She seductively smiled at me then got on her knees and slid the rest of my clothing off my body before I felt Sherry’s lips on the back of my neck, breasts pressing against the expanse of my back as her nails dug into the skin of my buttocks.
    Across the room, I heard Isobel’s sharp intake of breath just as Chantel’s mouth met the head of my shaft.
    Glancing towards her, she had both of her arms wrapped around her stomach as she bit her bottom lip, looking like she ’d been caught stealing something valuable. Our gazes clashed and the turmoil of emotions in her face awakened the beast in me. I wanted to comfort and hurt, provide pain and pleasure, anger and delight. The wave of feelings awash over me, leaving me strained and confused, but most of all, raging with a fire so fierce the woman with enchanting eyes could alone stoke it brighter.
    Eyes locked together, I was held mesmerized as I felt both Chantel and Sherry suc king my cock, softly, gently— hungrily.
    Each second that ticked by without her breaking contact, the harder I got. Though the ladies’ ministrations were excellent, it was the woman across from me—the air of reluctance she portrayed and the avid curiosity—that got me going. Moreover, when I let out a deep, pleasing groan and she dared break contact, the savage beast in me emerged, needing to come out and play.
    “Ladies, I need to speak with Isobel,” I spoke softly yet succinctly. Without glancing at my lovers, I knew my cutting command confused them , yet I didn’t have the luxury of time to explain anything. Besides, I never explained anything to anyone. These were part of the rules in being my kept woman. I showered them with all the beautiful things life had to offer, and in turn, they gave me gratitude.
    From my peripheral vision, both women quietly gathered their robes and slipped out of the room until it was just the two of us left. She still looked aghast and frazzled. I r emained boldly naked—and harder than I had ever been in my thirty-four years of manhood.
    Giving her enough time to breathe and get used to the idea we were alone before d eciding to close the gap between us, I languidly strode towards her while her eyes fought the need to glance towards my emboldened member, charging with purpose. Once I reached her, my hunger tripled.
    “Good evening, Isobel,” I greeted as calmly as I could, mismatching the storm raging wit hin.
    Her brow furrowed, nervous and unsure of herself. “Hello, Mr. Xavier,” she meekly said, meeting my dark depths.
    “Hugo,” I corrected her. “Let me hear you say my name.”
    She nervously licked her lips before whispering my name. “Hugo.” The sound made me groan with pleasure as I