Page 10 of Blind Justice

Duncan envied the fuck out of Scotty. He wished it was him inthatchair. Not with AJ though. No, he never poached, nor did he share with Thomas. Instead, he wished it was Bella working her pussy on his cock or Enzo riding Duncan’s dick. He shook his head, clearing his mind of such thoughts. The repercussions alone should’ve been enough to send him running for the hills.

Instead, he focused on the beauty of the two in the chair, how their bodies connected, and how AJ was wrapped up in the perfect state of bliss as Scotty’s cock plundered the depths of her pussy. Thomas’s fingers moved between tweaking her nipples and rubbing her little clit, making her pussy slick and sloppy. He could hear how wet AJ was, even over the music and conversation.

Fuck. Her total submission was hot as hell.

“Come,” Thomas ordered.

Duncan watched the pair intently. AJ cried out. She shook as her orgasm slammed through her. Scotty dug his fingers into her hips, stilling her movements. The rough sound he made grinding against her brought their scene to a climax.

Perfect.

Thomas’s face was dark with desire, and Duncan bet his next paycheck that his partner, no matter what he’d said, would be fucking the young man sooner rather than later.

“Master Duncan?” Paul made his way through the growing crowd. “Mistress Trixie would like you back up in her office at your earliest convivence.”

“Thank you, Paul. Please let Mistress Trixie know I’m on the way.” Duncan stood, prepared to meet with the woman by himself since Thomas was currently involved with AJ’s aftercare.

“Very good, Sir.” With a bow and without a glance at AJ and Scotty, the man retreated.

“Where you going?” Thomas joined Duncan as he followed Paul.

“You stay. I got this.”

“Scotty’s with her,” Thomas replied. “He’ll keep our girl nice and cozy until I can return.”

“You did—”

“I’m working. They’re not. Hence why I let them they play, and I didn’t join in,” Thomas answered.

They stopped before Mistress Trixie’s closed door, and Duncan knocked, announcing their arrival. When she answered, Duncan and Thomas entered the space. Anxious energy flittered in Duncan’s stomach. Trixie’s decision would either make or break the op.

“Your witnesses can stay here in your apartment, Duncan. I have rules though.” She tapped her nails on her desk as if waiting for him to protest her assertion.

“Name them,” Duncan said.

“Both of them must sign the current club NDA.”

He nodded in agreement.

“Neither of them is allowed in the club unless they have a chaperone, namely you, Duncan.”

“Don’t think that’ll be an issue, since they’re siblings. I seriously doubt they have an interest in seeing each other fuck.”

Mistress Trixie cocked a brow. “They will have free access to the grounds surrounding the club, but again, I want them to have a chaperone. If Paul is available, he’s more than willing to help.”

“That seems easy enough.”

Mistress Trixie held up her hand. “I’m not done, Duncan. As you are aware, my club is drug-free. It will remain as such.”

Duncan nodded.

“They’re both clean,” Thomas said. “R.O.O.T. and the FBI required them both to have extensive drug testing. I can get you a copy of both of their reports.”

Mistress Trixie nodded. “Beware, Duncan, if there are any issues, it will reflect on you and your membership in this club. You are a much sought after Dom, and I’d hate to have to pull your status as a Dom here or risk any affiliations to other clubs in the future.” She paused. “Am I clear?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he agreed, while silently praying he could trust Bella and Enzo not to fuck up the only thing in his life which gave him any release or joy.

She handed him a file, giving him a stern glare of warning. “They don’t show up on this property without everyidotted andtcrossed on that NDA.”

“Thank you, Mistress Trixie,” Duncan said.

“I hope they’re worth it,” she replied.

He did too, because if shit fell apart, it was his ass on the line.

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