Three Means 1

Interruptions

(A/N: Warning: This chapter has very strong language and detailed sexual descriptions)

"What are you doing?" Angelo asked, breaking the silence, and Dulce turned her face towards him.

"Pierre has the least clothes on. Does that not beg some form of punishment?" she asked, as she rolled her eyes.

"No, I never suggested there would be any punishment. And if there were, you would be the one receiving it. You will have the least clothing on once those panties are removed." Angelo corrected her with a smug expression, but Dulce was not having it.

She took purposeful steps towards Pierre, rotating his chair to face her. His eyes made their way everywhere but towards her, exposing his nervousness. She gently lifted his chin with her fingers, forcing him to look at her.

"Why don't you do it for me, hm?" She murmured, her eyes drifting to his lips.

Pierre took a deep breath, clearly unprepared for her boldness. "W-what?" He stuttered, while his knee bounced with tension.

Without another word, she guided his hand, hooking his fingers around the waistband of her panties. Pierre opened his mouth, maybe to remind her of their earlier conversation on the stairs, but she silenced him with a finger to his lips.

"Quiet, and take them off." She commanded softly.

Pierre listened, sliding her panties down to her ankles with his fingers, but he kept his eyes firmly on hers.

"Angelo, leave us." She demanded.

"We are not finished." Angelo protested, though he knew exactly what was about to happen. He didn't want it to happen.

"I will not ask again." Dulce replied.

Angelo looked between Pierre and Dulce. His frustration was evident, but she paid him no mind. After a tense moment, he gave up, leaving the room without further objection. (A/N: Where are we? In a courtroom? lol)

Dulce waited until she heard the distant sound of a door closing before continuing. She placed her hands on Pierre's shoulders, spreading his thighs apart with her knee, positioning herself between his legs, close to his growing arousal.

Pierre shuddered, breaking eye contact. "I don't think we should be doing this." He whispered.

"Do you not want me?" Dulce leaned in, her lips brushing his neck with soft kisses.

"I-I do. I want you more than anything right now." He confessed, while his voice trembled. His hands found her waist, pulling her closer. Dulce wrapped her thighs around his waist, settling on his lap, her lips hovering near his ear.

"Then be a good boy for me, yes?" She whispered.

Pierre exhaled shakily, his hips thrusting forward a little. She could feel his hardness pressing against her.

"You're so hard for me." She breathed, while rotating her hips against his bulge. Pierre's grip on her waist tightened, and his head fell back against the chair, as his breathing grew heavier.

"You move so well." He moaned. Dulce captured his lips in a kiss, swallowing his moans. After a moment, she broke the kiss, but kept her lips close to his, maintaining eye contact.

"I'm so wet right now." She whispered, with one hand around his neck. She tightened it slightly, before biting at his bottom lip softly.

A sudden knock at the door made her jump, before releasing her hand from his neck.

"Fuck, please, don't stop." Pierre groaned, trying to guide her hips with his hands. Dulce placed a hand over his mouth, silencing him.

"Shush" She ordered, remaining still.

The knock sounded again, more insistent this time.

With hesitation, Dulce unwrapped her legs from around Pierre and stood. She grabbed her panties from the floor and put them on, hurrying to the door to confirm the source of the knocking.

It continued persistently.

She ran back to the dining room, where Pierre was quickly dressing, and grabbed her discarded dress, pulling it on. She hurried back to the front door and peered through the peephole.

Her heart sank.

It was Arthur.