Page 112 of Shadow

“Fucking soaked. What made you so wet, Liv? Is it this place? Do you enjoy seeing the way the submissives are treated here? Like priceless treasures, but still like property?”

Olivia swallowed and let out a gasp when he abruptly plunged two fingers into her throbbing core.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered. “I like the way we play so much. It’s rough and filthy. Sometimes even disgusting to the outsider. But I like this, too. It’s so pretty and depraved at the same time.”

“And what would I get if I let you taste Sabrina’s pussy?”

Her eyes flew to Ripley’s. Would he really let her go down on a woman who was essentially a stranger?

“Don’t act so surprised, Olivia. We’ve talked about your bisexuality before. I don’t want to deny that side of you. Now answer my question. If Daddy says yes, you can go in there and lick her cunt like the dirty little slut you are, what do I get?”

“You already get whatever you want, Daddy. Even if you don’t say yes.”

“Good answer. I’ll collect my payment at a later date when I’ve figured out what I want.” Without another word, he pulled his fingers free of her pussy, stood, and shoved them into her mouth. She instinctively cleaned herself off of him with hungry sucking and licking.

Jerking his hand free, he kissed her harshly and walked to the window where he tapped on the glass.

Tyson snapped his fingers, and Sabrina stopped servicing his cock and went back to the position she was in when they first entered the room.

Tyson opened the door and stepped out adjusting his pants. A grin split his face when he saw Ripley.

“Boomer, I hope you don’t mind me putting on a show to entertain your girl.”

Ripley shook his head. “Not at all. It made her cunt nice and wet for me when I got here. Can’t complain about that.”

Her face went bright red, and her pussy throbbed at his filthy, humiliating words.

“What can I do for you?” Tyson asked. “I’m a little busy.”

Ripley chuckled. “I have a proposition for you.”

It was embarrassing standing here listening to Ripley and Tyson have this conversation. Especially knowing where it might lead.

“My girl is bisexual. What about Sabrina?”

Tyson nodded. “She is. Are you suggesting a foursome?”

Ripley laughed. “Not exactly, though technically the four of us would take part, so I guess you could call it that.”

Turning, he crooked a finger at her. “Olivia, come and tell Master Vance what you want.”

Oh God. She wanted the floor to open up and swallow her whole. They’d never involved someone else this directly in their kink before. But her desire to please, and to be pleased, took over, and she found herself moving to stand next to her Daddy.

“I…” Ripley put a hand on her back, stopping her.

“Kneel. Try to match Sabrina’s position. Then ask.”

Was her arousal running down her thighs? She was pretty sure it was. With shaky legs, she dropped to her knees, spread her thighs, and put her hands behind her head, thrusting her ample tits out. She was bigger than Sabrina, so she was certain she looked very different like this, but Ripley’s gaze heated with lust, and any hints of body self-consciousness fled under his smoldering stare. His blatant desire for her emboldened her enough to ask for what she wanted.

“Only if Sabrina consents and is interested, of course. But I would love to… go down on her right now.”

“Good slut,” Ripley praised.

To Tyson, he said, “I thought we could put Sabrina on her back on the chest at the end of the bed. You can fuck her mouth while Olivia kneels on a foot stool and eats her pussy, and I can fuck Olivia from behind. We’ll make it a challenge for Olivia. If she can make Sabrina come before I’m ready to fuck her, I’ll fuck her pussy. If she doesn’t, I’ll fuck her ass.”

God damn, this was not how her first date with Ripley was supposed to go.

Tyson adjusted his crotch and stepped back into the room, leaving the door open.

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