Page 92 of Chandelier Sin
An evening of voyeurism.
“Hands by your side!” I snapped at him.
The way Greyson’s cock bobbed fully erect proved he was up for this. Anyway, he’d fallen hard for her so taking any pleasure from Amelia now felt selfish. We’d had our fun but there came a time to step back and let lovers be lovers.
“Stand before her, but don’t touch her,” I said.
She became the greatest tease with her head directly before him.
“Play with yourself,” I said to her.
Greyson’s jaw tightened as he watched Amelia rubbing her clit.
“Amelia.” I pointed to his cock. “Rim his tip.”
She drew in a sharp breath of excitement and leaned in, tongue rimming his frenulum, circling around and around with a brilliant rhythm.
Greyson’s eyelids grew heavy. She suckled him fiercely, her eyelids closing at his moan of arousal.
“Did I say suck?” I yelled and leaned low to smack her ass.
She let out a cry of pleasure.
They were loud. Within a minute I had a stream of music playing as a backdrop to their fun.
“Continue to play with yourself,” I said to Amelia.
“Sure you don’t want to do that?” asked Greyson.
I closed in on him. “Shut the fuck up. Put your hands behind your back.”
Another flash of arousal shown in his eyes, mixed with amusement. “If you say so.”
I strolled behind him and took his wrists, holding them together exactly as I wanted him to pose.
Walking around him, I towered over Amelia. “Let him rest his cock on the end of your tongue.”
She complied and we all took a few moments to admire the sensual scene of Amelia using her tongue as a cushion for the tip of his erection. Her tongue flittered with the pressure of keeping it just so, a dance of obedience.
Perspiration spotted Greyson’s brow.
Gently, I reached for his length and eased him an inch farther into her mouth, and again stood straight to admire the vision of her good behavior—and his unruly arousal.
The silence brought with it tension, a relaxing scene for me, but for them it meant so much more.
“Now you may suckle,” I coaxed.
Her lips quivered around his girth, a persistent pouty draw, her thighs wet, her hand back at her clit.
“Leave it,” I said. “Your cunt is soaking. This is unacceptable. Because I control your level of arousal, understand?”
She broke away. “Yes, sir.”
“Both hands on him,” I demanded.
I grabbed locks of her hair, scrunching it in my fingers and tugged. “You will obey.”
Her moan must have felt good on his dick.
