talking to her,
because he was staring at his bite mark on Z while he traced one finger over it in
a long, slow circle.
“Um, y-yes, Sir?” Cami barely managed to get out.
“Will you please tell Z here how your clothes were removed?” Still without looking
up and still tracing those marks. Cami felt her own neck arch in an unintentional
invitation.
“You-you had me remove them, Sir.” Cami swallowed and arched again. It was becoming
hard to stay still.
“Do you know why I had you take them off?” He dipped his head and kissed the mark
and Cami shuddered, or maybe it was Z, she couldn’t tell any more. “Or why I am not
going to allow Ziporah to do the same?” Z stiffened, then his big calloused hands
gripped her arms tight and he tugged her to the tips of her toes as her eyes widened
in alarm until they took up her whole face.
“Umm, n-n-no Sir.” Cami had no idea sex caused stuttering but apparently for her it
did. “I d-don’t know why, Sir.”
“For some women,” he growled as he let Z’s heels slam back onto the floor and fisted
her hair in one hand to yank it out of his way. “The charge–” one hand tore at the
zipper in the back, “comes from the strip tease.” His eyes locked on Cami’s and seared
her soul. “Shedding the shy little girl and letting the sex goddess out to play.”
Her breath caught and she thought yes! Oh God, yes! “Now, for others–” He released Z’s hair with a hard turn of his wrist that had Z
gasping and used both hands to tug and yank her dress not just down, but off. “For
others, the charge comes from pure–” Next he ripped her strapless bra off and flung
it away, “brute–”Her panties were next, and for those he gripped the delicate lace
of the thong by reaching his hands around her and grasping them right over the crotch,
“strength.” He tore them to shreds and Z was moaning audibly as he pulled the tatters
from her then bundled them into a wad that he stuffed in her mouth. Cami didn’t realize
that her own mouth was hanging open in envy until it snapped shut when Evan looked
at her.
“Fucking beautiful,” he said when he turned Z to face him. Evan fisted one hand in
her hair and the fingers of his other hand brushed over her lips and the lace that
was stuffed between them. “So beautiful like this, sweet Ziporah.” She whimpered for
him at that and Cami saw the corners of his eyes crinkle in an almost smile. “I see
you like being gagged as much as I like gagging you, huh sugar?” He did something
then that almost made Cami come. He leaned forward and sniffed at the panties caught
in Z’s teeth and Mmmm’d in pleasure. With his nose nudging at her lips in teasing brushes, he continued. “But,
unfortunately, I’m not gagging you tonight. Not on our first night of play.” Then
he snapped his own teeth on a bit of lace that was dangling out and slowly, inch by
miniscule inch, dragged them from her mouth. The way he then tossed his head and let
them fly could only be described as rakish, and it was just one more mind-blowing
image to go with the thousands she had stored up already … and they had barely gotten
started.
Evan felt himself doing something he rarely did this early in a scene; he was hitting
top space. It was that perfect head zone that took his entire being and narrowed every
cell and atom in his body until they focused on his subs. He now breathed for them.
His very heart beat for them. He was hyper aware of every nuance in their expressions
and twitch of their muscles. Even his sense of smell was enhanced and he could pick
up not only their individual perfumes, but the different scent of each of their arousals
as well.
He marched Ziporah to the bedside opposite Cami and shoved her to her knees, because
she needed his mastery over her body as surely as Cami had needed his mastery over
her will.
They called to two different sides of him
because he was staring at his bite mark on Z while he traced one finger over it in
a long, slow circle.
“Um, y-yes, Sir?” Cami barely managed to get out.
“Will you please tell Z here how your clothes were removed?” Still without looking
up and still tracing those marks. Cami felt her own neck arch in an unintentional
invitation.
“You-you had me remove them, Sir.” Cami swallowed and arched again. It was becoming
hard to stay still.
“Do you know why I had you take them off?” He dipped his head and kissed the mark
and Cami shuddered, or maybe it was Z, she couldn’t tell any more. “Or why I am not
going to allow Ziporah to do the same?” Z stiffened, then his big calloused hands
gripped her arms tight and he tugged her to the tips of her toes as her eyes widened
in alarm until they took up her whole face.
“Umm, n-n-no Sir.” Cami had no idea sex caused stuttering but apparently for her it
did. “I d-don’t know why, Sir.”
“For some women,” he growled as he let Z’s heels slam back onto the floor and fisted
her hair in one hand to yank it out of his way. “The charge–” one hand tore at the
zipper in the back, “comes from the strip tease.” His eyes locked on Cami’s and seared
her soul. “Shedding the shy little girl and letting the sex goddess out to play.”
Her breath caught and she thought yes! Oh God, yes! “Now, for others–” He released Z’s hair with a hard turn of his wrist that had Z
gasping and used both hands to tug and yank her dress not just down, but off. “For
others, the charge comes from pure–” Next he ripped her strapless bra off and flung
it away, “brute–”Her panties were next, and for those he gripped the delicate lace
of the thong by reaching his hands around her and grasping them right over the crotch,
“strength.” He tore them to shreds and Z was moaning audibly as he pulled the tatters
from her then bundled them into a wad that he stuffed in her mouth. Cami didn’t realize
that her own mouth was hanging open in envy until it snapped shut when Evan looked
at her.
“Fucking beautiful,” he said when he turned Z to face him. Evan fisted one hand in
her hair and the fingers of his other hand brushed over her lips and the lace that
was stuffed between them. “So beautiful like this, sweet Ziporah.” She whimpered for
him at that and Cami saw the corners of his eyes crinkle in an almost smile. “I see
you like being gagged as much as I like gagging you, huh sugar?” He did something
then that almost made Cami come. He leaned forward and sniffed at the panties caught
in Z’s teeth and Mmmm’d in pleasure. With his nose nudging at her lips in teasing brushes, he continued. “But,
unfortunately, I’m not gagging you tonight. Not on our first night of play.” Then
he snapped his own teeth on a bit of lace that was dangling out and slowly, inch by
miniscule inch, dragged them from her mouth. The way he then tossed his head and let
them fly could only be described as rakish, and it was just one more mind-blowing
image to go with the thousands she had stored up already … and they had barely gotten
started.
Evan felt himself doing something he rarely did this early in a scene; he was hitting
top space. It was that perfect head zone that took his entire being and narrowed every
cell and atom in his body until they focused on his subs. He now breathed for them.
His very heart beat for them. He was hyper aware of every nuance in their expressions
and twitch of their muscles. Even his sense of smell was enhanced and he could pick
up not only their individual perfumes, but the different scent of each of their arousals
as well.
He marched Ziporah to the bedside opposite Cami and shoved her to her knees, because
she needed his mastery over her body as surely as Cami had needed his mastery over
her will.
They called to two different sides of him
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