Page 93 of Sunrise

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Yes.”

In another life, I would have said no just to appease him and make him happy. But he told me I’m the one with the control this time and I’m not going to let myself slide. The cool air in the room, mixed with the sweat on my back, is a torturous combination on my skin. I can’t imagine how many marks and welts there are on my back. It’s borderline uncomfortable.

“You deserve a reward for your good behavior,” Vault says. He finally stalks forward and my eyes land on his face. Then they drag down his glorious body. He’s in jeans, a collar that matches mine, and nothingelse.

Heeeyyy Daddy.

I swallow the saliva collecting in my mouth. This feels like a fucking dream.

“What would you like?” he asks. There’s no hint of emotion in his expression or tone. Is that good or bad?

“Anything you’re willing to give me.”

Sophie pulls my hair, forcing my head to tip back, so I look at her. “That’s not an answer, pup. Be more specific.”

“I… I don’t know what I want.” I’m not at the point to make demands and I don’t want to scare Vault away by answering too honestly.

This is harder than I thought it would be.

Sophie’s face softens, and she lets go of my hair, only to pet me again. Her touch is soothing, but it also fucks with my senses. My Mistress always bounces from hot to cold, sweet to vicious, gentle to hard. The whiplash is something I need because… it’s all I’ve ever known with the people I love.

“Look how perfect he is,” she coos to Vault. Her lips brush the back of my neck with the lightest touch, and it sends shivers down my body.

Vault and I lock gazes and my breath catches.

Looking down at me, he arches an eyebrow. “Do you want to suck my dick?”

“Yes.” I close my eyes, reeling that he’d offer this much already. “God, yes.”

“There is no god here,” Vault warns. “Only us.”

He slowly frees his cock. It’s hard, veiny, and beautiful. Holy fuck, I didn’t think we’d get here this fast, and I’m worried it’s too good to be true. He said he’d push himself this time. Is he pushing too faralready?

“What color are you?” Sophie asks.

“Green,” Vault answers, giving me all the permission I need to lean forward and take him into my mouth. The instant my lips touch his tip, my body buzzes with delight. Enjoying this gift, for however long I get to have it, I slide his shaft down my throat and gag on it.

“Fuuuuuck,” he groans.

I haven’t done this in a very long time. I bet he could tell me the exact date if I asked.

“You have to the count of ten,” our Mistress warns us.

I relish every fucking second and pull off when she says, “Enough.”

My gaze flutters up to Vault’s. He’s heavy-lidded and tense, as if caught between paradise and Hell.

“Thank you.” I default to clasping my hands behind my back and bowing my head.

“Nowyoudeserve a reward,” she says to Vault. “I think five strikes should do. Get on your knees and count them out.”

I can’t see what’s going on, but the sudden crack of a whip makes me jolt.

“One,” Vault groans.

Crack!

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