Page 55 of Sunrise

Sophie turns the speed of the vibrator down and looks to me for direction, since this is my scene.

“Do you want to stop?” I ask.

“I’d call Red if that was the case, fucker.”

Smart ass.

“Mistress, I think our brat just earned a punishment.”

Knox tenses even though he’s smiling. “Wait, wait, whoa. I need a…”

Sophie kisses him hard. Wrapping her hand around his neck, she rubs herself against the vibrator until she climaxes on him. I know damn well that him not being able to put his hands on her while she’s coming on top of him is brutal.

Pulling away, Sophie catches her breath too. “You’re such a good boy, pup.”

Knox slumps again, the wet stain in his pants growing as the minutes pass. Sophie crooks her finger at me, and I step into action. Shit, I lost track of what I was doing. I could watch this man orgasm all fuckingday with how beautiful he is.

“I’m going to die,” he whimpers.

“What color are you?” I ask, inching closer.

“Avocado green… I think.” He moans with exhaustion. “I don’t have anything left in me.”

“How dramatic,” Sophie teases. “Vault, I think you and I can wring one more orgasm from him. Don’t you agree?”

Knox’s tugs against his ropes again. “I’m empty. I swear, Mistress. I can’t.”

She winks at me and tips her head, signaling me to get on the bed with them.

The moment Knox senses I’m there, he’s singing a different tune. “I mean… I might haveonemore left in me. If you try really, really, really hard.”

Sophie covers her mouth to stifle her giggles. I love seeing her be playful instead of strict like she is with her other subs.

Knox brings that out of her, not me.

I change the setting on the vibrator to the slowest one. Knox’s chest heaves with every breath. Sophie and I lean into him together and kiss him at the same time. It’s messy. Glorious. Completely unrehearsed.

He can’t seem to get enough.

Sophie takes over and enjoys him for a few seconds on her own before turning and claiming my mouth next. My hand is on Knox’s leg. Sophie’s is around his neck. Then I pull away from her and dive into Knox, kissing him with a lot more force than I initially intended. But it’s like a fucking dam explodes in me. When he makes all these deep, growling sounds, I just want to rev him up more.

Our tongues sweep against each other. I sink myhand into his hair and pull it by the fucking roots. He growls louder.

“Such a good boy,” Sophie purrs to the side of us.

Is she talking to me or him?

I know the moment Knox loses his control. He freezes for two seconds and then whimpers into my mouth while his last orgasm finally slays him. I keep the kiss going a little longer, easing up until I’m only pecking his lips. I finally sit back and admire the masterpiece I’ve made.

Sophie pulls the blindfold off his eyes, and he blinks slowly, adjusting to the light in the room. Sweat has soaked his shirt and saturated his hair. His mouth is red from hard kisses. His pulse races so rapidly, it has his jugular jumping.

“So fucking beautiful,” I whisper, wiping the hair back from his forehead.

He looks lost in subspace. Head lolling, Knox’s eyes are already half-closed. “Did I do good?”

“You did amazing, pup.” Sophie kisses his head. “I’m so proud of you.”

That’s the moment it finally clicks for me. Knox is always kicking himself down for not being “smart enough” or “good enough”. His praise kink probably comes from a lifetime of feeling inadequate. And he’s a sub for Sophie because in that dynamic, he doesn’t have to call the shots or take care of anything. He just has to follow orders. For someone who had to take care of his unstable father, be there for his friends during their traumas, struggled to get top grades at school, and searching for his place in the working world—which ends up being Midnight Run—he’s stretched thin and exhausted. Has been his wholefucking life. Coming to Sophie is an outlet for him to justbe.

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