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trust me. I wouldn't have invited him to join us otherwise.”
    She nodded.
    “Are you sure you're ready?” he asked.
    Images of both men sharing her body overpowered her natural shyness, her tight mound and heated skin crying out for their touch. “Yes.”
    “ Bueno .”
    With an unspoken synergy—perhaps a well-practiced routine—her lovers began to strip off her clothes. Marcelo worked at the buttons on her blouse while Angel knelt at her feet and removed her heels and stockings. The young man slid her skirt and panties down her hips and let them fall to the floor. Leaning forward, he nuzzled the curly patch of hair she had trimmed into a neat strip. Pulses of anticipation rippled through her.
    Marcelo tossed her shirt aside and took a nipple into his mouth. He nibbled and teased it with his tongue; Angel mimicked the gestures below, tongue delving deeper into her slit. A long, slow moan worked up from Fiona’s chest, parted her lips, and echoed around the room.
    A step at a time, Marcelo made his way around her body, leaving a trail of kisses from her breasts to her neck and shoulders, stopping at the nape of her neck. His breath gliding over her skin, goose bumps pebbling her arms, she shivered, ever-increasing need claiming her tightened core.
    Angel laved at her clit with a steady, firm rhythm. Running his tongue down her back, Marcelo teased the cleft at the top of her buttocks. He licked between her cheeks, then pushed a finger into her asshole. Breathing ragged, she struggled to draw in enough air. Was this really happening? Were two beautiful men feasting on her body? She pinched and rolled her nipples between her fingers, her own juices wetting her thighs as Marcelo and Angel synchronized their strokes again. But instead of taking her over the edge, they took her to brink of climaxing and then stopped. They both withdrew.
    Fiona grounded her teeth in frustration, “ No .”
    Marcelo’s reply—a wolfish smile. He led her to the bed, scooped her in his arms and laid her on the mattress. Well aware of the next step, she stretched her arms over her head.
    “That's my good girl,” he murmured and gave her a soft kiss.
    Marcelo tied her wrists to the bedposts. Angel moved to put the ankle cuffs on her, but Marcelo brushed away the young man's hand. Fiona's binding was Marcelo's pleasure, and his alone.
    Once properly bound, her legs splayed apart, but tethered only to each other, Marcelo turned to Angel and undressed him. First the coat, and then the shirt. Lips to Angel’s caramel skin, Marcelo raked his lips and teeth over the freshly bared skin. Emitting an almost inaudible hiss, Angel stroked his hard cock, the slipped out of his pants and boxer briefs. Hooking two thumbs around the waistband, Marcelo pushed his own pants to the floor.
    Eager to drink in the young man's naked beauty, Fiona turned her head and watched the men together. Both bodies exquisite, both with dusky skin pulled taut over cultivated musculature, she allowed her gaze to meander over them, noting the differences. Where Angel's form tended toward sleek and gracile, Marcelo's exhibited a robust solidity. Submission and dominance incarnate.
    Angel ran his hands down Marcelo’s body and dropped to his knees. He licked at his master’s growing erection, then engulfed Marcelo's cock in his mouth. Marcelo tilted his head back, groaning, clearly enjoying Angel’s attention.
    Frustration gripped Fiona; she longed to join in. Angel bobbed his head up and down, taking in all of Marcelo’s girth and length. When Marcelo’s body began to tremble, he pushed Angel away, helped him to his feet and turned the young man around. Bending him over so that Angel’s face was once again between Fiona’s legs, Marcelo licked his fingertips and rubbed between Angel’s ass cheeks. He entered the young man without as much care as he would take with Fiona, the action met with no more objection than a grunt.
    In time with Marcelo’s powerful thrusts,