quickly massage the marks on Heidi’s thighs, and she moans against my leg. I try not to notice her arousal gliding in droplets down her inner thigh. I quickly swipe one droplet with my thumb and lean back.
I gaze up and notice that Cortez is pressed into the corner by the door, looking half-crazed. I think he’s near the exit in case he has to escape. Dexter stands near Heidi’s feet, studying me.
I’m slow tonight. Dexter was testing me. He placed the hit on her cunny as a test. I can tell by his expression that I passed. I hold his warm, amber eyes and lift my thumb to my mouth. I draw my thumb slowly past my lips. I barely avoid closing my eyes as I taste Heidi’s essence on the back of my tongue. I want to watch the men as I taste Heidi on the tip of my thumb.
The sound of the door draws my gaze. I catch the sight of Cortez’s white shirt before the door closes. The sound of something hitting the ground draws my attention. A paddle lies at Dexter’s feet. He is frozen, eyes wide, mouth parted, nostrils flaring.
I lick my thumb one last time and savor Heidi’s taste. On my satisfied sigh, Dexter tears his pants open as if he’s sprouted claws. I don’t even get a chance to enjoy the sight of his arousal before he’s sheathing his cock inside Heidi. In less than a second, Dexter screams out his frustrations. Never breaking eye contact with me, Dexter violently fucks Heidi. I lean forward and caress her back during his onslaught. She mews against my thigh, licking my skin like her name is Kitten.
It doesn’t take long, but the entire time I envision my dominance graduation. I will not break the rules if sex with Dexter is my reward. The sight of him enraptures me. He screams unintelligible words as he climaxes. Heidi sucks on my thigh to cut off her moans as she orgasms.
I hold Dext er’s warm, whiskey colored eyes and cum, even though no one is touching me. I bite my lip to stop myself from begging Dexter to take me. We stay frozen in place for a few moments. Heidi panting against my thigh, Dexter deeply rooted inside her. Green and brown eyes locked in silent struggle. Cortez touches my shoulder, breaking the trance.
A though flits through my mind. Monogamy is an illusion, at least for me. I’m in love with the man whose hand is on my shoulder. That should satisfy any need I have, but it doesn’t. I want the man across from me w ith a desperation that borders on violence. I have another man at home that I would do anything to make my own. I crave mastering the soft female beneath my hands. Yeah, for me, monogamy is an illusion, and I’m not ashamed to admit it. It is freeing- I’m independent in my whoredom. I’ll settle for respecting those I play with.
Chapter Eight
The door behind us shuts with an audible snap. Cortez and I lean against the door , breathlessly panting in fear. We both look up to Ezra as he stands near the sofa. His eyes widen as he takes us in. We must look like we were running from the big bad wolf as it lurks in the hallway: both of us panting, our clothing shredded, bodies bloodied and bruised, and wild expressions on our faces.
“I’m sorry, Master,” Cort grovels as his knees hit the fl oor. He didn’t cushion his fall, it’s going to bruise. Shit! That had to hurt.
“Ava?” I have enough sense left to ask if we’re alone.
“Ava’s at the movies with Aaron and Kayla,” Ezra answers. He turns bewildered eyes to Cortez, who is abasing himself on the floor. “What’s going on?”
“I d idn’t break the rules,” I happily supply.
“Well, that’s good. I’d hate to have to kill one of my oldest friends,” Ezra deadpans. “What’s this?” Ezra’s points to Cortez, who is resting his forehead on the floor. I could never be that subservient- ever. I didn’t think Cort had it in him, either.
“Uh… um… yeah, ” I nervously laugh.
I watch in silent awe as Cortez crawls to Ezra’s feet. Ezra reaches down and
I gaze up and notice that Cortez is pressed into the corner by the door, looking half-crazed. I think he’s near the exit in case he has to escape. Dexter stands near Heidi’s feet, studying me.
I’m slow tonight. Dexter was testing me. He placed the hit on her cunny as a test. I can tell by his expression that I passed. I hold his warm, amber eyes and lift my thumb to my mouth. I draw my thumb slowly past my lips. I barely avoid closing my eyes as I taste Heidi’s essence on the back of my tongue. I want to watch the men as I taste Heidi on the tip of my thumb.
The sound of the door draws my gaze. I catch the sight of Cortez’s white shirt before the door closes. The sound of something hitting the ground draws my attention. A paddle lies at Dexter’s feet. He is frozen, eyes wide, mouth parted, nostrils flaring.
I lick my thumb one last time and savor Heidi’s taste. On my satisfied sigh, Dexter tears his pants open as if he’s sprouted claws. I don’t even get a chance to enjoy the sight of his arousal before he’s sheathing his cock inside Heidi. In less than a second, Dexter screams out his frustrations. Never breaking eye contact with me, Dexter violently fucks Heidi. I lean forward and caress her back during his onslaught. She mews against my thigh, licking my skin like her name is Kitten.
It doesn’t take long, but the entire time I envision my dominance graduation. I will not break the rules if sex with Dexter is my reward. The sight of him enraptures me. He screams unintelligible words as he climaxes. Heidi sucks on my thigh to cut off her moans as she orgasms.
I hold Dext er’s warm, whiskey colored eyes and cum, even though no one is touching me. I bite my lip to stop myself from begging Dexter to take me. We stay frozen in place for a few moments. Heidi panting against my thigh, Dexter deeply rooted inside her. Green and brown eyes locked in silent struggle. Cortez touches my shoulder, breaking the trance.
A though flits through my mind. Monogamy is an illusion, at least for me. I’m in love with the man whose hand is on my shoulder. That should satisfy any need I have, but it doesn’t. I want the man across from me w ith a desperation that borders on violence. I have another man at home that I would do anything to make my own. I crave mastering the soft female beneath my hands. Yeah, for me, monogamy is an illusion, and I’m not ashamed to admit it. It is freeing- I’m independent in my whoredom. I’ll settle for respecting those I play with.
Chapter Eight
The door behind us shuts with an audible snap. Cortez and I lean against the door , breathlessly panting in fear. We both look up to Ezra as he stands near the sofa. His eyes widen as he takes us in. We must look like we were running from the big bad wolf as it lurks in the hallway: both of us panting, our clothing shredded, bodies bloodied and bruised, and wild expressions on our faces.
“I’m sorry, Master,” Cort grovels as his knees hit the fl oor. He didn’t cushion his fall, it’s going to bruise. Shit! That had to hurt.
“Ava?” I have enough sense left to ask if we’re alone.
“Ava’s at the movies with Aaron and Kayla,” Ezra answers. He turns bewildered eyes to Cortez, who is abasing himself on the floor. “What’s going on?”
“I d idn’t break the rules,” I happily supply.
“Well, that’s good. I’d hate to have to kill one of my oldest friends,” Ezra deadpans. “What’s this?” Ezra’s points to Cortez, who is resting his forehead on the floor. I could never be that subservient- ever. I didn’t think Cort had it in him, either.
“Uh… um… yeah, ” I nervously laugh.
I watch in silent awe as Cortez crawls to Ezra’s feet. Ezra reaches down and
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