Page 96 of Sunrise

Sophie crouches down behind Knox and runsher fingers over his back. “Does it hurt?”

“Not at all.” He closes his eyes and leans a little into her touch. I notice that she vollies from hard to soft with him. I seem to only be capable of being hard.

But, God, he’s beautiful at our mercy.

“Do you like being on your knees for me, pup?”

“If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here, Mistress.”

“Why do you like it?”

“Because I don’t have to think. I’m just yours.”

“Mine,” she purrs, running her hands over his shoulders and down his chest. “Mine to protect. Mine to fuck. Mine to take care of.”

“Yes, Mistress.” He closes his eyes, loving how she kisses the back of his shoulder.

Panic buzzes through my veins, but I unplug it. “Get on the bed, Mistress.”

If she doesn’t want me to lead this scene as a top, she can tell me no. Call Red. Do anything other than obey.

Sophie doesn’t even look at me before crawling onto that piece of furniture.

I think one of my issues here is that this dynamic is so different from what I’m used to. I like order and placement. Everything has a function and purpose. When it’s just Sophie and I, we take turns topping because we both like to dominate for different reasons. It’s simple with her.

It’s far more complicated with Knox.

I’m not used to him anymore. Not in this sexual way, at least.

Staring at his mouth, I can’t tell if I want to kiss it or punish it. He doesn’t move from the floor as he patiently waits for someone to give him an order. Closing the distance between us, I hold his gaze andcommand, “Get on the bed with her.”

Knox tries to stand, but I force him to stay down by pressing my palm to his shoulder. “Crawl.”

A shiver runs through him, and it settles my frantic nerves. I think I can do this. At least once.

He climbs into bed with Sophie, and she immediately kisses him as a reward. Our girl is far more fluent with the two of us than I am. Watching them together is mesmerizing. They’re sensual and slow, yet there’s also this underlying potential for explosion.

I was wrong earlier. He’s not a doormat for us to walk on. He’s a landmine we’re dancing around.

“Knox wants me to earn your pussy,” I remind them, slapping her ass while she keeps kissing Knox. “But I don’t earn. Itake. Isn’t that right, Mistress?”

I dig my hands into her hips when I drag Sophie away from Knox, making her yip. Knox doesn’t look bothered. In fact, I think he likes that I just stole her from him. Grinning, he leans back on the bed, as if settling down to watch a show.

With my gaze locked on him, I lean against Sophie’s back, and growl against her ear. “I’m going to fuck you until you cry.” She moans her approval, looping her arm around my neck. “And Knox is going to put that bratty fucking mouth of his to good use and eat every scream, moan, and grunt I rip from your body, Mistress.”

He licks his lips before dragging the fat bottom one between his teeth. Without being told, he tips forward and waits for an order.

Our girl is wet, but I grab lube anyway. I don’t want to make it uncomfortable for her.

Not when I plan to rail her until she can’tfucking breathe.

I spread her legs wide and settle behind her. Slapping her ass again, I put a second handprint on it, then press my dick to her swollen pussy and push in, keeping my eyes locked on Knox the entire time.

Arching my brow, I say, “Keep up,pup.” Then I slam into Sophie, making her pitch forward, gasping, and Knox fuses his mouth to hers.

“Good boy,” I growl, sliding out of her slowly until just my tip remains, then shoving back in again. Fucking hell, she feels amazing.

Our girl grunts into Knox’s mouth.