Page 197 of The Obedient Lie
“Then open up again,” I said, voice dark. “You don’t stop untilwesay so.”
She obeyed—mouth wide, throat already raw.
And as we took turns using her—deeper, dirtier, rougher—ourwordswere the only thing we gave her.
Praise and denial.
Control and heat.
Because she didn’t get release.
Not yet.
Not until we said she could fall apart.
She was trembling so hard I could see it in her knees.
Her mouth was slick from being passed between us, eyes unfocused, chest rising like she couldn’t get enough air.
She’d giveneverythingand been givennothing.
And still… she obeyed.
Still, shewantedto obey.
I crouched beside Luca, brushing her hair back from her flushed face.
“You wanna come that bad, baby?”
Her bottom lip quivered. “Please. I can’t take much more.”
“Oh, but youcan,” I murmured. “Youwill.But only when wesay.”
She sucked in a sharp breath as I moved behind her, my hands ghosting up her thighs—just enough to feel her shake.
But I didn’t touch where she needed me.
Not yet.
Luca tilted her chin up. “You touch yourself now. But only where and how we say.”
I leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “You move too fast, or come without permission—we stopeverything. Got it?”
She nodded, frantic.
“No,” I said, tightening my grip on her hips. “Use your words.”
“Yes,” she whispered. “I’ll listen.”
I watched her hands slide down—slow, uncertain.
I exhaled through my teeth.
Fuck.She was dripping.
I slid a hand into her hair and gently tugged her head back.
“Let us see, baby.Spread your legs for us.”
