I don’t take baby steps with this next round. Shoving my tongue into her pussy, I twirl and suck and take all I can fucking get. Sophie groans and runs her hand through my hair. “That’s it. Feast on us.”
Gripping her thighs, I’m desperate to keep going. Sophie’s worked with me a lot to get me comfortable at giving control away. I’m a Dom for the other women, but not with her, so I know that in both roles, control is still there. Trust is key.
I trust Knox with my life.
I trust Sophie with it, too.
I’ve given them both my body, my heart, and if they want, they can have my fucked-up soul as well.
“Slow down,” she orders, pulling my hair just enough to give a warning. “We don’t have to rush.”
But if I don’t rush, I’ll regress. I’ll run. I’ll…
Sophie looks over her shoulder. “Knox, come over here.”
The bed groans a little as he gets off it to obey our Mistress. “Get on your knees next to Vault.”
He slams down on the floor beside me.
“Open your mouth.”
He’s like a bird, head tipped all the way back with his mouth gaping open.
“Do you want to lick me again, Vault?”
I know what she’s doing. Fuuuuck. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Would you like to spit in his mouth afterward?”
Jesus. “Yes, Mistress.”
“You may.”
My body tingles when I shove my mouth between her thighs again, lapping what I can from her pussy, and then I turn to Knox. He’s still in position, waiting patiently. That collar is begging for a leash. His nipple ring wants to be pulled.
“No touching until I say,” she warns when I reach over to him. I stand up and put my hands behind my back, then I lean over Knox and let thick, cum-soaked spit fall onto his waiting tongue.
“Swallow, pup.”
Knox closes his mouth and does what Sophie tells him.
“He obeys so well, doesn’t he?” She runs the back of her hand down his jawline.
I’m in awe. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Give him an order. See if my pup listens to you, too.”
My knees almost buckle.
We didn’t discuss any of this ahead of time. I don’t even know what safety system they have in place. Sophie and I use the color system, so unless she says otherwise, it’s safe to assume she uses that with him, too.
So will I.
Holding my middle finger out, my hand trembles. “Suck.”
Knox deadass stares at me while pulling my finger into his mouth, down to the last knuckle. He rolls his tongue over it, thoroughly. “Good boy.”
Sophie’s tone is sultry when she says, “He deserves a reward for that.”