Chapter 306: Exactly What I Want
Katherine rolled her eyes. "Well, I know exactly what I want, and I know who I want to play with."
Cassandra kept her fingers woven through Martin’s. "I was serious about the prenuptial agreement."
"I know. Martin can answer you." Katherine shrugged out of the fitted dark coat she had worn upstairs and let it fall across the arm of the couch. Then she caught the hem of her top between her fingers. "I’m done talking for a while."
Before either of them could ask what she meant, she began drawing the fabric up her stomach.
"No, I wouldn’t hate you," Martin said. He kept his eyes on Cassandra, though Katherine was making that increasingly difficult. "If we ever got that far, I wouldn’t be insulted because you wanted to protect what you’d built."
Some of the tension eased from Cassandra’s face. "Thank you."
By then, Katherine’s top had climbed past her ribs. The dark lace of her bra came into view, followed by the swell of her breasts as she raised her arms above her head. She never took her eyes off Martin, not even when the shirt briefly covered her face.
She pulled it free, shook out her hair, and flung the top aside without looking. It clipped the corner of the table, dragged an empty napkin to the floor, and landed in a heap beside it, but Katherine did not bother glancing back.
She shifted on Martin’s lap until she was sitting directly over the bulge in his pants. With only her bra covering her upper body, every breath lifted her breasts closer to his face. The lace was thin enough that he could see her stiff nipples through it.
His attention dropped straight to them, and Katherine caught him staring. She rewarded him by arching her back and placing both hands behind her head, pushing her chest out while she rubbed herself slowly against his erection.
Martin’s cock hardened further beneath her. The layers of clothing between them kept him from feeling her bare pussy, but they did little to hide the heat between her thighs or the pressure of her body moving along his length.
Even with Katherine grinding on him, he could not forget the woman tucked against his side. He turned his head and found Cassandra quietly watching them.
She still held his hand, although her thumb had stopped moving over his knuckles. Her crimson eyes followed Katherine’s hips for a moment before rising to Martin’s face. She took in his rougher breathing, the hunger he knew was obvious, and the way his gaze kept returning to Katherine’s chest.
She stayed close and studied every reaction in silence. Her breathing remained even, but the flush in her cheeks deepened each time Katherine rubbed herself over him.
Martin looked at Katherine again. His eyes dropped to the cleavage pressed between the cups of her bra, then slid back to Cassandra.
Katherine reached out and guided his face toward her with two fingers beneath his chin. Her teasing smile softened without disappearing. "Look at me for a moment. I know I should’ve asked before I started undressing, but... are you sure you want me, Martin?"
He stared at her. The challenge in her orange eyes made it obvious that she knew his answer, but there was enough sincerity beneath it to keep him from laughing off the question.
"You’re playing a cruel game, Katherine."
She tilted her head. "So?"
Martin glanced at Cassandra once more. She held his gaze and kept her fingers woven through his, making no move to stop him.
Keeping one hand linked with Cassandra’s, Martin slipped his free arm around Katherine. His forearm brushed the side of her breast as he reached behind her, and she leaned closer to give him access to the clasp. His fingertips had just found the tiny hooks when she rolled her hips again.
"Hold still," he muttered.
Katherine laughed under her breath and rocked over him once more. When his fingertips slipped off the hooks, however, she finally went still. Her grin made it clear that she had already gotten the reaction she wanted.
The clasp came apart on his next attempt. The cups loosened over Katherine’s chest, but she took her time removing them. She slid one strap down her arm, then the other, watching Martin’s face throughout the slow display.
When she pulled the bra away, her tits bounced free from the cups. They were full and heavy, swaying once before settling against her chest, and her pink nipples stood in tight peaks.
Katherine let the bra fall across Martin’s thigh and remained upright on his lap while he stared. He was so caught by the sight that his free hand stayed against her back for several seconds after he no longer needed to hold the clasp.
"Martin!"
Cassandra’s shout made him snap his head toward her.
Her eyes were wide, and her back had gone rigid against the couch. For a moment, she looked startled by her own outburst. Then she drew a slow breath, lowered her shoulders, and stared straight at him.
"Undress me."
Martin’s cock throbbed beneath Katherine. He looked from Cassandra’s face to the black silk stretched over her breasts, only for Katherine’s naked chest to pull his eyes back again.
"I mean... I’d love to, but..."
Katherine laughed. "He’s too drawn to my tits."
"You’re sitting on me."
"And you’re also drawn to my tits." Katherine cupped both breasts from below, lifted them, and squeezed them together until the soft flesh bulged between her fingers. "Be honest, boy."
His mouth went dry. "I am."
Cassandra sighed and released his hand. She reached for the first button of her silk shirt, though it took her two attempts to push it through the buttonhole. After that, her fingers steadied. She opened the next button, then another, exposing pale skin and a widening strip of the black bra beneath.
Martin could not look away.
He had already seen one of Katherine’s breasts in the private photograph she had sent him, but having her naked and moving against him felt completely different. There was no screen between them now and no carefully chosen angle keeping her beyond his reach.
Cassandra had once seemed even more distant. Martin had read her interviews and admired the woman behind an empire long before he became part of her life. Now she was opening her shirt because she wanted him to see her.
The silk parted below her breasts. Cassandra paused with her fingers on the final button, and some of her confidence slipped when she noticed how completely she had captured his attention.
"You don’t have to do this because Katherine did," Martin said.
Cassandra looked at Katherine, then back at him. Her fingers remained on the button. "I’m not competing with her. I asked because I want you to see me."
She opened the last button and pulled the shirt free from her trousers. One shoulder emerged, then the other, and the black silk slid down her arms onto the couch beside her.
Her bra was simpler than Katherine’s, made from smooth black fabric that held her breasts high against her chest. Cassandra reached behind herself, but her fingers missed the clasp on the first try. Her mouth tightened in irritation before she tried again and managed to open it.
She lowered both straps, then hesitated with the bra still covering her.
Katherine stopped teasing and looked at her. "Only if you want to."
Cassandra’s gaze settled on Martin. "I do."
She drew the bra away. Her full breasts slipped free, pale against the dark hair spilling over her shoulders. Her dusky nipples tightened in the cool air while Martin stared without making any effort to hide it.
His cock ached, but disbelief kept the rest of him still. Cassandra studied his face as closely as he studied her body, and the unmistakable hunger she found there eased some of her nerves.
She let the bra fall beside her discarded shirt, then straightened and drew her shoulders back, offering him a better view.
"Get off him, Katherine," she said. Her usual authority had returned to her voice. "He has no room to undress himself."
Katherine glanced down at the erection trapped beneath her and laughed. "I know."
She lifted herself from Martin’s lap. The loss of her warmth left his cock aching inside his pants, but Katherine did not go far. She caught her bra from his thigh, flung it carelessly behind her, and lowered herself onto the floor between his knees.
Katherine settled on her knees and rested her hands on her thighs. Her breasts swayed with the movement, and her teasing smile returned as she looked up at Martin.
Cassandra watched her, then rose from the couch and stepped around the low table. She knelt beside Katherine and swept her long hair behind one shoulder so that nothing hid her breasts from him.
For a second, Martin could only sit there and stare. Katherine and Cassandra were topless and kneeling together between his legs, their eyes fixed on the bulge in his pants.
His fingers closed around the fastening. He had imagined Katherine naked more times than he could count, and after meeting Cassandra, he had allowed himself a few impossible fantasies about her too. None of those fantasies had placed the two women side by side, waiting for him to show them his cock.
Katherine wet her lips while Cassandra’s eyes moved from the bulge to his face. Both women kept their hands to themselves.
They were waiting for Martin to pull his cock free.