Page 50 of Sunrise

“I was just—”

“You were just getting yourself dressed.”

Now I’m angry. This feels like rejection, and I don’t like it. Shaking my pants out, I stuff my fucking legs in and yank them up. As Sophie’s sub, I follow her orders. But man, am I pissed about it.

“You know something we’ve never really discussed, and probably should?” Vault pulls his towel off and grabs his pants. “String theory.”

“Mmm. You’re right.” Sophie smiles and turns to him. “All those vibrating strings producing atoms…”

“Electrons,” Vault adds.

“Quarks.”

I freeze. “Wait. What are you doing?”

Vault ignores me. “The theory of quantum gravity has always fascinated me.”

“Same.” Sophie sighs walking towards Vault. “Vibrational states matching the graviton…”

“Each particle controlling gravitational force…” he says.

My hands shake. I can’t hold out when I hear words like protons and electromagnetism. “Stop talking nerdy like that! I’ll come in my pants.”

“Are you calling Red, pup?”

“What? No, I…”Fuck. “Don’t tease me with your brains. It’s not fair.”

“You know what’s not fair?” She sauntersup to me and drags her nails down my chest. “Pavlovian conditioning.”

My eyes roll in ecstasy.

Everyone has a hot button. Nerdy talk is mine.

They take turns discussing all kinds of theories and shit until my dick starts throbbing. I’m close. So fucking close, it’s almost embarrassing.

Vault’s suddenly behind me, running his hands down my back.Fuuuuuuck. His hot breath tickles the shell of my ear when he whispers, “Nucleosynthesis.”

“No, no, no,wait!” Too late. I’m coming in my pants.

Sophie kisses me while I literally convulse and nut myself.

God. Damnit.

“I had no idea you had this kink,” she says in awe. “My god, I’ve been missing out.”

“The Big Bang Theory show is like porn to him.”

“Not helping me, Vault.” I sound annoyed, but really, I don’t care. I’m not ashamed for liking what I like.

She crosses her arms and grins like a cat with a canary. “You’re a sapiosexual.”

“I dare you to call me that to my face,” I tease. I already knew that about myself. How did she not? It’s obvious I have a type. Vault is a tech genius and math wizard. She’s a goddamn rocket scientist. Hellooooo.

My Mistress taps her chin. “We can work with this.”

Now I’m scared. “What are you going to do?”

“Nothing you won’t like,” Vault assures me. “Do you trust us?”

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