She has to show him first

Fayre suddenly barked out. ”Dim-witted whore, that’s no way to speak to a man. I’ve trained you better than that. Now show our guest some hospitality.”

“Yes, Sir, of course,” the girl submissively said while giving Arn a playful smirk.

Fayre gave her an approving grunt and kept observing. Arn had lost himself in the moment so much that he had almost forgotten about the rogue. It was a little off-putting to have the lecherous old thug watching, but the girl was too fetching for that to matter.

She pushed him back on the sofa and crawled down on the floor on her knees between his legs. She looked up and shot him another mischievous glance with her beautiful brown eyes and caressed his scarred chest before she gently grabbed his shaft, leaned in and grazed the underside of his tip with her tongue. Then she closed her eyes and unceremoniously opened her mouth, slowly engulfing his hard member and forming her full lips into a tight noose.

Arn leaned back with a low growl of pleasure, not taking his eyes from the girl at his feet.

Fayre nodded approvingly, ”That one is a natural cocksucker, one of my best,” he explained.” A little insubordinate and headstrong at times, but her skills make up for it. She used to be a peasant’s wife, can you believe it? I plucked her up after I fleeced that fool at cards and trained her into a proper whore.”

Arn listened absent-mindedly as the former farmer’s wife practised her new profession between his legs. Wet noises and muffled moans emerged as the girl slowly bobbed her head up and down in a steady rhythm while she stroked his shaft with one hand and caressed his heavy balls with the other. A warm and delightful sensation spread from his loins, sending waves of pleasure through his entire body.

By the gods, she was the best he had in ages. That bastard Fayre knew his weaknesses all too well.

Una still sat next to them, just watching sheepishly as the brunette’s head bobbed over Arn’s lap. Fayre turned to her, looked her up and down and smiled at her as he got her attention, ”Come here,” he worded and patted the sofa right next to him.

Una gave Arn an uncertain glance, but he was too busy getting head to notice. The girl between his legs pushed herself deeper while she looked up at him, maintaining steady eye contact while she expertly sucked him off and massaged the underside of his cock with her tongue.

Getting no response from Arn, she young shopkeeper’s daughter saw no other way than to obey Fayre. She got up and trembled as she closed the short distance and sat down next to him. Fayre put an arm around her shoulders and grinned at her voraciously.

”What’s your name, whore?” he asked.

She winced a little and her cheeks crimsoned from his designation, but she answered nevertheless. ”Una.”

“Now, Una, be a good girl and show me your tits,” he ordered.

She glanced at Arn again, and this time, he took notice.