Page 80 of Sweet Little Spies

She leaned in and licked his cockhead as she felt Aidanmoving behind her. His hand flattened against the small of her back.

“Hands and knees, baby,” Aidan ordered.

Tristan dropped to his knees, spreading them wide in amasculine approximation of how she greeted him.

Surrender. He was telling her it didn’t merely go one way.

She leaned over to bring her mouth to his cock. The movementsent her ass in the air, and Aidan lost no time. His hands found her hips asshe licked Tristan’s cock and brought him into her mouth. She groaned as shefelt Aidan’s cock slide across her pussy before starting to thrust inside.

Pure sensation. They’d primed her body with perfection, thepain amplifying every second of pleasure.

Tristan’s hands cupped her head, taking control of hermovements and showing off the fact that he and Aidan hadn’t lost their perfectrhythm. They fell into their roles with ease, as though nothing had ever gonewrong between them.

Carys let Tristan use her mouth, allowing him to move in andout, finding his rhythm and synch with Aidan, whose cock stroked over and overinside her, pushing her to the brink again.

Heat pierced through her, and then Tristan gave her hair asharp tug.

“You take care of me first. You take everything I give you.Swallow me down like the good sub I know you are.” He growled the words, andshe could feel he was close. He sounded savage and hungry, and only she couldsatisfy him.

She rode the wave that rolled from Aidan through her and toTris, leaving the rational, sensible Carys behind so she could revel in beingtheir sub. She rolled her tongue around Tristan’s cock until she felt the firstspurt of salty essence. Tristan groaned and held her hard as he stroked inagain and again. She drank him down, feeling more powerful than she’d felt everin her life.

Tris was right. She was totally an exhibitionist, and shecould quickly get addicted to this. They would be playing on the dungeon floora lot if she had any say in it.

And she did. Even as she sucked Tristan dry and felt Aidandeep in her pussy, she knew she was the one who had the power. All of this, allthe pain and pleasure was for her.

“Give it to her,” Tristan commanded. “Make our good girlcome like she’s never fucking come before.”

Aidan seemed to know he’d been let off the leash, and hesuddenly went wild. He thrust inside her while Tristan stroked her hair andkissed the top of her head.

Tenderness and savagery. It was a heady combination, sendingher screaming over the edge. This was no minor orgasm. This was a wildfire litin her veins, burning away what had come before and leaving her feeling new andyoung.

She felt Aidan come inside her, warming her. She fellforward, but Tristan was there to catch her, Aidan’s weight pressing them alltogether.

A pulse of pure bliss went through her.

“You okay, baby?” He didn’t sound like a Dom now. He was herboyfriend, the man she’d loved since she was a child. Tristan was alltenderness now.

“I am perfect,” she replied with a smile. “But I willdefinitely require some aftercare.”

* * * *

Tristan stood in the lounge, looking out over the dungeonfloor, feeling better than he had in…years. It had been years since his soulfelt so settled. Since he wasn’t thinking about who he was hurting and who waslooking to hurt him.

He’d spent hours taking care of Carys with Aidan. Hourswhere they’d ensured her skin was okay, that she was relaxed and happy. Hourshealing his relationship with the man who held a part of his soul. ToppingCarys together and then caring for her had worked miracles when it came toAidan.

He’d answered every question they’d had. Told them about whyhe’d done the things he’d done. What it had felt like to realize he had allthis responsibility on him and no one to talk to. It had been a hardconversation made so much easier because they were all naked and in bedtogether.

Now they were napping in a privacy room, but he was toowound up.

The club, however, was starting to wind down. The main stagewas dark, and there were only two of the smaller scene spaces being used. He’dbeen told Gabriel Lodge had given the baby Doms a long lecture before sendingthem to the locker room for the night. Daisy and Kenz had apparently spent timetalking to the subs, discussing the scenes they’d watched.

Tris took a long swig of the beer he’d snagged from the barand looked out over the dungeon floor with a sense of deep satisfaction. Theclub wasn’t perfect. It was definitely a downgrade from The Court, the DC clubhe visited from time to time, but it felt like he belonged here.

He wished he’d been one of the people to work on the space.It didn’t matter. He’d been gone and now he was back, and he would do the workit took to be a real member again.

Damn, but he felt good. He felt right. Like something hadmagically fallen into place. Like he was back where he belonged, and he wasnever leaving again.

“What is that thing on your face, brother?”

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