Page 34 of Bound By Brielle (Crave & Cure Productions)

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The three of us need to talk

And no more talking at work

I’ll text her now. Coffee at 6?

That’s less than five hours away, but the prospects of having him back, and having maybe…more than before. I know I won’t sleep a fucking wink. My fingers scatter across the digital keyboard.

Group text. No more private conversations.

I’m coming off jealous but I don’t care. No more hiding any pieces of myself.

You mean, like this one?

This doesn’t count. We have certain proclivities to discuss, for her sake.

I’m starting the text.

Alright. See you in the morning, if she agrees.

A moment later, another text floods my screen, and my stomach shimmies at their names smashed together in one message.

Brielle. It’s Lance and Aug. Coffee at 6am tomorrow, Rise & Grind. We need to talk.

She responds right away, and I wonder what she’s doing still up at one.Thinking about this, I’m sure. And the fact that she likely is up and putting thought into this only makes me want it more.

Brielle

Yes, sirs.

I toss my phone across the bed and continue my pumping, only this time, I return to the fantasy of the three of us. Brielle’s long hair all tangled in Lance’s fists as he fucks her open mouth, her pink lips plump from friction. Behind her, my fingers are looped under her collar, jerking her back from his grasp each time he gets close.

He’s fucking her mouth relentlessly, and she’s pliable and willing. But I’m controlling when he comes, I’m controlling when she gets her reward. And then they’ll both reward me.

I come in my fist, soaking my sweats as I shudder and gasp on my bed.

fifteen

They’re asking my opinion.

brielle

“Don’t twirlyour hair and play coy with me,” Winnie laughs, smacking me in the stomach from where she sits across from me, cross legged on my bed. “Spill it, bitch!”

I lift the paper coffee cup from the side table and take a sip. After our morning coffee date, Aug sent me back home for a few hours. One of the actors has the stomach flu, so rather than trying to fit a scene into the set that’s laid out, he gave the rest of us a few hours off while he, Lance and Cohen reset for the afternoon shoot.

“Well, I did what we said, a couple of days ago. I walked in on them arguing and simply asked them if I could be of assistance,” I say, smirking at my own boldness. I’ve always had an opinion and attitude, but bravery in chasing what I really want? That’s something I’ve never done. “And then we got drinks after work.” I sip the still warm coffee.

“And?” Winnie is captivated by my situation and its complete role reversal.

“They are indeed broken up. And the reason why is because Augustus is a dominant and Lance is a switch–”

She puts up her hand. “This never leaves this room,” she whispers conspiratorially, “but I don’t know what a switch is.”

My grin widens, going Cheshire-like. “Wow, I know more about sex than you,” I say, loving how it irks her so obviously.

She looks down at her shirt, hands playing at the hem, cheeks a little pink before giving me what feels like a phony smile. “Just tell me what it is,” she harrumphs. And normally I’d hold this juicy bit over her head a bit longer, tease and really make her miserable. Or even ask her if she’s butthurt that I’m now the sex goddess between the two of us, but honestly, I’msothe main character right now, and I want to get back to that.

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