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“You always look so pretty on my cock,” I growl. “I love knowing you’re mine and Bee’s. I’m the only one who will ever fuck either of you. I’m the only one who will fill your cunts up with cum. Fuck yes, you’re clenching so hard. Do you like that?”

Bee licks Dolly like it’s her mission in life as she kneels between my thighs. Her fingers tug and squeeze my balls the way I like, and I can feel them begin to draw up as my back tingles.

“Goddamnit, Bee. You’re making me wild, and Dolly’s going to come again. Play with your pussy, I want you to fall with us,” I grunt.

Bee does it immediately, making me see that she’s been wanting to, but waiting for permission. She’s a bit more submissive in the bedroom, even though she gives me a run for my money outside of it.

She enjoys pushing me more now that we’re on solid ground. I never meant to make her feel as if her place in my life wasn’t firmly with me.

Another way I fucked up while Dolly was gone.

The sound of fucking and moaning fill the air until Dolly breaks first when I slide my hand between her legs and pinch her clit. Screaming, her pussy brings me with her as I fill her with my cum and I roar.

I can feel as Dolly’s release slides down my cock and balls, drenching me.

Bee gazes up at us with wide eyes as she furiously rubs her clit, watching my cum overflow Dolly’s pussy.

“Fuck,” she gasps, mouth wide as she keens, coming hard.

Breathing hard, I tug Bee up into the arm chair as she trembles and twitches, snuggling them together.

“Color,” I whisper in their ears.

“Green,” they reply, unable to catch their breath.

“I didn’t think I’d like being spanked as much as I did,” Dolly whispers, kissing my jaw. “Is it weird to wonder if I need it? I just feel…happy. Like whatever will happen tomorrow, will be what needs to.”

“It makes perfect sense,” I tell her, holding them both for a while. It feels selfish to want them both, but I know for damn sure that Bee and Dolly need each other. Sometimes, things just work and you shouldn’t poke at it.

Chapter Twenty-One

Dahlia

Looking up at the guard outside of the music school, I give him an uncertain smile. Jack dropped me off at the front, and watched me walk up, but had to leave quickly to get to work for a call.

I’m not a child, I can handle my first day on my own.

“Hi, it’s my first day. Do I need to call Sullivan to clear me?” I ask. Jack gave me my new boss’ number in case I had any issues. I’m glad for it now, because the man in front of me is a mountain.

It’s giving me flashbacks of when I worked at the strip club, and it isn’t my first experience with men who are bouncers or guards. It’s still a little overwhelming though, to have to look up so much to be able to meet someone’s eyes, even at my five-foot-eight height.

“Name please?” the man asks gruffly, glancing at his phone.

“Deidra Demarco,” I say, giving him my new name. “I was hired yesterday.”

“I see you now, Miss. I get a little nervous when I spot new people,” he explains. “The paparazzi are shitheads, and aren’t above sending in someone new. I just need your identification, please, and then they’ll make you a work pass, so it’s easier for you to enter and leave.”

I have a cross body purse that I dig into for my identification card, handing it to him. I’m wearing a pair of navy, wide-legged trousers, a cream shell top, and comfortable heels. A navy blue lace cardigan finished the outfit to break up its severity, though it’ll do nothing to stave off the chill if the air conditioning is freezing inside.

“You’re going to head inside, and Mark is going to bring you to Human Resources to fill out some paperwork and he’ll make your name badge,” the man says, handing my ID back. “My name is Karl. I’m typically here in the mornings.”

“Thank you,” I murmur, walking inside as soon as he opens the door. It appears as if the door is locked at all times, unless you have the code, or your thumb is set to be able to open it.

Karl uses his thumb, and it makes me wonder what would happen if he was knocked out. Would it still work?

I would blame the spy movies I’ve been watching, but I haven’t been able to get into anything recently. My mind just races any time I try to watch something.

The next two hours fly by as I learn the ropes of the music school, and get a grand tour. There are six different rooms for students to practice in that are soundproof, eight classrooms, offices, a conference room, and then three recording booths.

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