Page 132 of Sunrise

“Do you like that, Vault?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I growl. My whole body has caught on fire. I know this particular erogenous zone gets Sophie going, but I’ve not experienced it until now. I think it’s my new favorite thing.

“That’s enough, pup,” she says, and Knox pulls off and resumes his default position across from me.

I hear people shuffling into the room. Focusing on Knox’s breathing and body language, I gauge if he’s okay with this so far.

“What color are you?” she asks him.

“Green as a bean.”

His answer makes me smile. He’s okay.

“Kiss me, pup.”

“Where, Mistress?”

Sophie stands between us and lifts her dress, exposing her ass to those by the door. Spreading her legs just enough, she points, “Here.”

Knox moans when he licks her cunt.

“Can you taste him?” She holds his head and grinds gently against his mouth. “That’s Vault dripping out of my pussy. He fucked me at the Butterfly Ceremony.”

Knox’s hands sink into her ass cheeks when he grips her tighter and feasts more.

There are a few mumbles from the back of the room. It’s hard to tell what’s being said because the music overpowers their whispers.

“That’s it. Eat it, pup.” She rests her heel on his shoulder. “Don’t waste a goddamn drop.”

I watch in rapture as Knox obeys. That’s my cum he’s devouring. To know he’s so eager for it, and will take it however he can, makes the screaming in my head die out.

“Mmph.” Sophie’s head tips back. She almostloses her balance, but Knox holds her steady, ready to catch her if she should fall. He eats her out until she comes and it’s so fucking glorious. What I wouldn’t give to have a piece of that action.

To share her pussy together. Lick her and each other at the same time.

“That’s a good boy.” Our girl steps back and Knox’s mouth and chin glisten.

His gaze locks on mine and he licks his lips as if savoring our taste.

“Vault, I want you to stand over at the cross.”

Oh shit. Rising to my feet, I stalk over to the St. Andrews Cross and wait for instruction.

“Hold on to the cuffs.”

Easy enough.

“Pup, crawl to him and pull his pants down.”

My heart races a mile a minute while I count the seconds until I feel Knox’s hands work my zipper. He peels my pants down and my grip tightens on the cuffs. Thank god she didn’t lock me in place.

It’s why I love submitting to her.

She knows my hang ups and never pushes my boundaries.

I won’t let go for any reason, but I need to know that I can if I have to. I’m not able to wait until someone else can free me from any restraints. It’s a hard limit for me.

“Step out of them,” she orders.

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