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“I agree.” My confidence finally makes an appearance. Shoving the same middle finger into Sophie’s pussy, I coat it with her cream and hold it back out for him. “Again.”

He takes the whole thing into his mouth, but this time he bites me. Not enough to hurt, but enough to fuck with my head.

Blood rushes to my dick.

“That’s going to cost you,” I warn.

Knox leans back and grins. “I sure fucking hope so.”

Chapter 10

Sophie

I am so honored to be with these two men.

If they squeeze me out of their dynamic and move on without me, it’ll break my heart, but I’ll find a way to survive. I don’t think they can say the same if they lose each other again. The tension in the room is thick.

Knox is already bratting, playfully pushing Vault’s patience.

Vault is more guarded than I’ve ever seen him.

“Do you want to punish him for biting you?” I sidestep Knox and grab the riding crop from the floor. This man loves a little pain with his pleasure. In that regard, he’s a bit like Dmitri. But he needs heavy praise to go with it or he spirals.

Waiting for Vault to make up his mind, I pet Knox’s head. He likes being called pup. Enjoys rewards for listening. Loves to be tortured and edged.

And he’ll do anything for the ones in this room.

Vault stalls out. He no sooner seems to have confidence when it falters again. That’s okay. I didn’t think he was going to tear the door from its hinges, jump into bed, and fuck us both like a beast. Our dynamic will take time and work to settle into. This is the first of many sessions we’ll have.

I’m just so proud of him for getting this far.

“He’s waiting,” I remind him.

Knox’s gaze drops to the floor. The droop in his shoulders makes me think he’s accepting defeat. “Come with me, Knox.”

He crawls across the floor, following me onto the bed again. “Put your head on my lap.”

It’s strange to have control over him when he’s so unruly out in public. But I understand why he needs this. Knox has handled a lot of terrible situations in his life. He needs a safe space where he can let go and just exist. I can’t imagine the weight he’s carried as a boy, or what those responsibilities feel like now. Running my hand through his hair, I lay back on the pillows and let Vault watch us.

He's never seen what we’re like together until today. Not in the bedroom.

Outside, Knox calls all the shots, but in my bed, I’m the one who pulls his strings.

“Do you want to bite Vault again?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I almost laugh at how fast he answers. “Why?”

“Because he likes it. And I want to do what he likes.”

Someone here is starting to sound disconnected… “What about whatIlike?”

He turns his head up to me and waits for more instruction. My role as his Mistress is to protect and care for him. But he’s a pleaser. His love language is physical touch and acts of service.

“What if I want a kiss, pup?”

Knox lifts from my lap to press his mouth to mine, but I turn away. “From Vault.”

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