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“Thank you for telling me, sweet girl,” I whisper, my voice steady and filled with warmth.

“I’ve been... I’ve been wanting to say something for days,” she admits a little shakily. “But I didn’t know how.”

“I know,” I inform her, smiling gently and brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. Trailing around the shell of her ear, my fingers trace down her neck. “I saw it. I saw how you responded to him. How you were on fire under his touch, the same you are for me right now.”

I dip my fingers beneath the thin silk of her robe. My fingertips graze the taut flesh of her nipple, and she lets out a tiny gasp as I undo the sash, pleased to find her bare beneath it. Running my hand over the curve of her hip, I cup her ass and press my lips to the crook of her neck. I walk her backward toward the couch overlooking the city, kissing the length of her neck. After laying her on the cushion, I climb between her legs and trail kisses to her heaving breasts.

“I loved watching you with him… being with you with him… I don’t want you to hide that from me…” I pepper the words down her stomach. Seamlessly, I hook her thigh over my shoulder and graze my lips up toward her core as she writhes needily beneath me. “I want to provide that to you… To be a part of it.”

I swipe my tongue through her pussy, silencing myself from speaking the thoughts about Conor I’m not quite ready to admit—especially to myself. “You always taste so good, sweet girl,”I groan against her, enjoying the whimper it pulls from her. Dribbling saliva over my fingers as I lick at her, I press two of them into her pussy. Her back arches off the couch, and she lifts her hips into me, silently requesting more. Kissing along her thighs, I slowly thrust my fingers into her again, curling them just enough that they tease her walls when I withdraw them. Elena’s breath catches, and she spasms around my fingers, already so close to coming for me.

Elena lifts her head, her gaze meeting mine as I lick at her soft, glistening, pink flesh. She looks away briefly, almost shyly, as though the vulnerability she’d shown earlier has suddenly caught back up with her. She still isn’t comfortable with the depths of her own confession. I want nothing more than to alleviate her guilt. To soothe it. Sharing my truth will put her at ease.

My truth I’m uncertain how to handle.

Elena isn’t the only one who can’t stop thinking about what happened in that room. I enjoyed it… far more than I was expecting. Watching him fill her with his thick, pierced cock was undeniably erotic. And the way he commanded her body… Fuck, I couldn’t push the images of him fucking her and making her come from my thoughts if I tried.Not that I want to.

But that’s just the tip of my interest in exploring this. I love being in charge with my partners. I always have.Even before I knew of this lifestyle.I crave the honor of earning their submission and being gifted with leading them, both in and out of the bedroom. But when his fingers wrapped around my throat and he demanded that I come, I felt something I can’t explain. It was like part of me I didn’t know existed came alive for him. I enjoyed when he took charge of me.

A lot.

Drawing Elena’s clit into my mouth, I flick it with my tongue and suck at it, relishing in how it causes her to grind her hips against my face. Thrusting my fingers deep, I curl them against the spot that always causes her to unfurl for me. And my sweet girl doesn’t disappoint. She explodes beneath me, quivering around my fingers as her clit throbs against my tongue.

Without pulling my fingers from her, I kiss up her soft belly and over her heaving breasts until I reach her mouth. When I plunge my tongue into it, she kisses me back with fervor, licking the taste of herself from me until we’re both breathless. Pulling apart, I press my lips to the shell of her ear and whisper, “You aren’t the only one who wants more. I want him, too…”

Elena lets out a small, surprised gasp at my admission, excitement sparkling in her deep chocolate eyes. Staring into my mine, she licks at her fingers, coating them with saliva before pleading, “Please let me, Madame.” I pull my skirt up to my hips and spread my thighs until I’m straddling her, silently giving her the permission to please me like she asked.Such a good fucking girl. She rubs her slick fingers over my bare pussy, parting my lips and rubbing over my clit with intent.

She pulls her hand from between my thighs and lifts it back to her mouth, sucking her fingers into her mouth with a delighted moan. “Does my sweet girl like the taste of me?” I ask, forcing her fingers deeper into her throat.

When I finally release them, she gasps for breath and pants, “Yes, Madame.”

Lacing my fingers into her deep umber locks, I climb up her body and settle myself over her face. “Show me,” I demandbefore lowering my hips and guiding her mouth to my pussy. She laps at me eagerly, her tongue expertly dragging through me, gripping my thighs and pulling me closer as though she’s unable to get enough.

We spend hours keeping each other coming on our fingers and tongues, not stopping until both of us are completely exhausted and beyond satiated. Holding her against me, our limbs intertwined, I press my lips to her forehead. “Even if I share you, you’ll always be mine.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

CONOR

Walking into the lounge, my boots echo lightly as I tread across the white marble floors. I immediately notice Victoria. She’s sitting alone at a small table near the bar, her back straight and posture perfect—a Domme in full control of her surroundings. I can’t help but appreciate the power that radiates from her as she watches me approach, waiting impatiently for me.

She wouldn’t discuss what she wanted on the phone, but I could guess—and had my own wishes. “Conor,” she greets me, her sultry voice smooth and measured.

“Ms. Conrad,” I reply, keeping my tone neutral, though a slice of intrigue creeps into my chest.

She shifts in her seat, dropping her elbows onto the table and slightly bowing out her chest as a cocky smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth. “You’ve had your tongue my mouth, my tits in yours, and your cock in my girlfriend. I think you can call me Victoria.”

“Victoria.” I tip my head, trying to hide my amusement as I take the seat across from her. Looking at her, I try to read her andfigure out where this conversation is headed—what offer, if any, she is going to lay on the table.

She takes a slow sip of her martini, her gaze not once wavering from mine for what feels like an eternity. “I’d like to discuss an arrangement with you.” Her offer is crisp and calculated.

“Go on,” I respond, leaning in slightly, letting her know I’m open to listening to her.

“I’m interested in repeating the other night,” she states matter-of-factly.

I shake my head, the gesture immediately affecting her controlled demeanor. “I’m not. You asked for one night with me as your good boy, and though I tried, we both know I didn’t succeed.”

“You didn’t,” she recounts.

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