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My mouth worked, just like it had this morning, ready to answer him, but nothing came out. My brow creased, and I frowned as I thought about his question, but I still didn’t answer. I wriggled a little, not sure what that movement would do, except draw a little groan from Razor, before he tipped my chin his way, his gaze capturing mine.

“I know why, but I need you to say it.”

“I didn’t feel like I had a choice—”

He shook his head slowly.

“Not it. Try again.”

My back went ramrod straight, my fingers digging into the hard mass of his thighs.

“If you know—”

“Nope, I need you to say it,” he insisted.

“Well.” I twisted around, running my fingers down the thick column of his neck, tracing the tattoos there as I got lower and lower. “Every time you take control, I come really hard, so maybe that’s it?”

He grabbed my hand, smiling right before he kissed every fingertip.

“No, baby. That’s still not it. I’ll always make you come, as many times as you like and maybe just a little more, but this isn’t about pussies and dicks.” He reached up and pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “It’s about that beautiful mind of yours. What happens when I tell you what to do? Answer me, Maddie.”

His voice changed completely then, all teasing edge gone and replaced by a bark of command.

“I don’t have to think.” The words came spilling out. “I don’t have to worry, plan, think about whether or not we’re out of toilet paper. My mind goes blank and I just feel.”

“That’s it.” He said that like I’d made him inordinately proud, smiling up at me. “Now be a good girl and get down on your knees under my desk. Quick now.”

I glanced down at the scarred concrete, thinking for a second that it didn’t look all that comfortable, right before I did exactly as he asked.

Chapter 65

Razor

Every time a smart girl like Maddie did what I told her, I felt a gut punch of pleasure that lit me up inside, setting my whole body on fire. Perhaps that was why my hands went to my belt. I unbuckled it, watching her watching me, her mouth already falling open. She knew. She knew what I fucking wanted and was already halfway there. So fucking perfect for me.

And Crash too, if she could make the flip from submitting to commanding.

But right now I eased my cock out, the fucking thing dark purple and furious it’d been denied her touch for so long. Not for much longer.

“Open.”

I didn’t need to explain. Her mouth opened up to show me her pretty little tongue. I wanted to paint it with my cum right now, without even a lick from her. My balls ached, making clear how easy that would be. Instead, I put my hand on the back of her head and pushed my dick past her lips and into the molten hot volcano of her mouth.

Fuck…

“This is when I ruin everything for you.” I moved slowly, to draw myself out, even as her mouth closed around me, ready to suck me back in. “When I take away your ability to stop thinking, because as much as I want to blow my load right down your throat, I need you to learn a lesson. Your mind goes quiet because I create an atmosphere where you can focus just on me. My commands, my needs…”

I hissed out something incomprehensible as I pushed back in again. The baculum jerked in my shaft, wanting out.

“Whatever I want, you do, trusting me to do the right thing. Trust, baby, that’s what this is all about, what creates the quiet. You know I won’t push you too far.” I edged deeper into all that wet heat, feeling the back of her throat for just a second before pulling out. She coughed just the once, eyes watering, but then opened her mouth again. “Good girl,” I said, meaning it so fucking much.

She was good, so fucking good for each and every one of us and that was what made my hands shake as I brought her closer. I held them up so she could catch the fine tremor.

“This is what you do to me, to all of us. Topping someone doesn’t mean being hard, invulnerable. If anything, it’s the complete opposite. You’re putting yourself right out there, trying to take control of a situation, but you can’t, not unless they want you to. Not unless that trust is there. There doesn’t have to be love to have that trust, but for me…”

I tilted my head sideways to gave down at her more intently.

“That’s what makes it good. Crash wants to trust you. He wants to hand you his mind, body and soul and let you play with him. He trusts you to make him happy, completely. You can’t fuck it up. Just focus on him, read his reactions, let him lead you into whatever the hell it is he wants and then give it to him. Like I’m going to do now.”

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