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“Why do you think they’re excited like that?” Katie coos, tugging on the nipple clamps. “Is it because of how sexy you are like this? Maybe. It could be those sounds you keep making. That sweet look of sexual release on your face. They’re still hot as hell at the end of the day. They want to fuck any woman looking at them like that.”

June whimpers, but I can’t understand what she says.

“You know what I think? She’s salivating because of me. Me dominating turns them on.”

I grin.

“They’d be horny if I did this to anyone. A woman like you… a handsome lover with an intimate knowledge of the female body…” Kathleen pulls a pouch from the chest. Inside it is a small vibrating egg. It turns on without a hitch, its hum sending shivers through me, through my cunt. “Me doing it to them.”

I don’t have time to think about that implication. The vibrating egg touches June’s mound, and she writhes as if the world is ending around her and her soul is trapped on this god forsaken planet.

“Good girl. You want that reward, don’t you?” Kathleen pulls the egg away. “I can feel how wet and hot you are inside those undies.”

Someone send me help because this is so fucking hot. You’d almost think I planned it!

“Yes, Mistress…” June is breathless, her arousal overtaking her in ways she probably rarely shows someone, let alone two people at once. She’s staring at me, and I’m not sure if it’s my face or my state of undress that commands more attention. I’m okay not knowing. “Please, let me come.”

“I bet you’d like that. Why should I let you do that? You tried to take what’s mine.” She tips up the sub’s chin and comes dangerously close to kissing her. “Then again, I’m sure they’d like nothing better than to see me bring you pleasure. I suppose it’s the least you could do.”

Neither June nor I are prepared for what Kathleen does – taking the sub’s mouth and pussy both.

Lips are on June’s. Muffled moans rise in the air. The buzzing egg rubs all over June’s slit. I hear the orgasm coming.

When June loses it, she loses it hard.

She shakes her binds, jingles her nipple clamps, and squeals so hard on Kathleen’s lips that you would think she was going through tremendous pain. We all know better. That scent in the room is nothing but June.

Amid the woman’s orgasm, Kathleen glances at me, smiling as if to say, “Is this what you had in mind?”

So much and more, my sweet.

June dangles from her binds once her orgasm subsides. Clicking in her throat, Kathleen unties the girl and helps her lie on the bed. The spreader moves away. I see that pinked ass again as Katie rolls June over and administers diligent aftercare.

I look away. I think about getting my own drink, but it may not leave me lucid enough to enjoy the ensuing moments. Like Katie waiting a few minutes before politely telling June to get the fuck out of the room.

By now my body feels like it’s about to stage a mutiny. I sat through that without touching myself. So the moment June grabs a robe and stumbles from her own bedroom, dazed and beyond confused, I’m more than grateful to see Kathleen stalking toward me with that look of vigorous desire in her eyes that whirl in otherworldly blues.

She’s going to eat me alive.

Chapter 47

Ira

There’s nothing romantic or careful about the way Kathleen hops in my lap and grinds away, her sigh of long-awaited relief enveloping me before the heat of her pussy does.

“Thank fuck!” she groans, riding my lap with the power of a hungry tigress. Her teeth are even bare as she comes at my mouth, tongue lashing against anything it finds, fingers ripping apart my shirt and feeling up my bound chest.

It’s so much at once. Truly, it’s a wonder I have enough sense to grab her ass and hold on.

She’s so wet, so slick that I can only guess she’s been in this state for hours. Dominating a sub only sent her over the edge, making her famished for her own sexual relief. In that case, it’s me and what I bring to the table.

“Holy shit!” Her eyes roll back. Hands grasp the back of my chair as her hips wildly buck against mine. I am merely a tool. Kathleen is so riled up on desire that it makes sense to let her do whatever she wants. “Fuck me, Ira!”

She shrieks in pleasure as I grip her hips and thrust up into her, letting the smoothness of her flesh consume the entire length of my prosthetic. My hungry desire is determined to find her elusive G-spot – but I’m distracted by her deep kisses and deeper moans.

I’ve never felt her this aggressive before. Usually, when we have sex like this, it’s me doing all the seducing. All the fucking. Sure, Kathleen does a bangup job massaging my ego and making me come so hard that I can barely see for an hour, but it’s me, me conducting this orchestra. Not tonight. Tonight, Kathleen Allen is taking what’s hers.

Me.

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