Page 6 of Carry Your Debt

And so help me—to punish us all for my lack of restraint.

Each thought comes with a renewed rush of blood to the groin; my intent no doubt crystal clear from the scorching look I now run down her torso, snagging on where their pelvises press lightly together.

Rather than stopping to overthink it, I’m stepping right up behind my best friend. Bracing myself against the counter with one hand, I then place the other directly between his naked shoulder blades. My palm glides over each of the twitching muscles there before finally settling against the back of his neck.

Rhett’s skin is searing hot against mine, and I can smell the slight musk of his afternoon workout. Sabine’s sandalwood scent, fresh from the shower, is stronger still, and it hangs around us all like a haze. I feel the moment a single breath shudders out of the man beneath my grip, his head gently dropping forward.

No resistance, just a deep knowing of exactly what it is I need right now. Easily handing me the reins.

One down. One to go.

Silently, I press downwards.

With a soft groan, Rhett lowers to his knees, hands automatically moving from the counter’s edge to Sabine’s bare legs as he goes. His palms run up and over the scarred skin there, before slipping beneath the shirt’s hem to seek out the waistband of her underwear.

Meanwhile, my hand stays firmly in place at the back of my Second’s neck. I don’t dare reach out and touch her; the handle on my control is tenuous at best.

But my focus?All on her.Mesmerized by the rise and fall of her breasts. The flexing of her thighs. On that mocking glimpse of black material.

Rhett’s fingers pause. Obediently awaiting my next instruction.

“Lift,” I all but bark.

There’s a split-second hesitation before I see the resolve gathering behind her eyes. That tells me she knows she’s venturing into unfamiliar territory, and now she’s feeling defensive. Desperate to test the limits of this new dynamic. To push back against the role I'm assigning her for this very unprecedented encounter of ours.

“What—” she starts, but I’m having exactly none of it tonight. She might be familiar with all of Orbison’s play styles, but she’s inmydominion now.

I lean down, dropping my chin so we’re directly at eye level with one another. So there's no way she can miss my words. Or my intentions for her.

“For justoncein your fucking life, Sabine, I want you to shut that bratty mouth of yours long enough to follow a goddamn directive,” I grit out, my voice harsh, but still heavily laced with months of undisguised need. “Now, wrap those thighs around Orbison’s ears, and theonlytwo words I want passing your lips are: ‘yes’ and ‘sir’.”

Sabine’s eyes flare wide with my words, and I’m practically scorched by the blatant heat I see reflected back at me. I watch greedily as her lids lower, her lips roll inward, and her legs stretch out on either side of Rhett’s head.

So, despite havingthemost stubborn, independent streak of anyone I’ve ever known, it seems Ms. Sabine Wintersdoeshave it in her to submit, after all.

“Lift,” I order again, and this time her hips tilt up without so much as a blink. Rhett snags her panties and drags them down her long legs, raising her ankles above his head as he goes. She helps him kick them off before they join his discarded shirt.

Freed of her underwear, Sabine moves to drop her calves back to rest on each of Rhett’s broad shoulders. The motion causes the huge tee she’s wearing to pool at her hips.

“Shirt, too,” I hiss, and a heartbeat later it joins the rest of the pile on the kitchen floor.

My teeth sink sharply into my bottom lip, my brain struggling to reconcile its first glimpse of Sabine's fully naked form. Her pale chest rises and falls, focus flitting between the tousled head hovering between her thighs—and the fiery gaze now burning a slow trail between those perky, pierced tits and that gorgeous, glistening pussy of hers.

The source of all my most tortured fantasies.

I can tell she’s simply dying to open her mouth and say something.Anything.No doubt she’s used to calling the shots in bed. Or at least, she’s used to always being given thechoice.

It’s a brave new world, princess.

“Lips sealed, and eyes on mine.”

Her dusky eyes glimmer and her throat bobs as my command settles over her skin. Again, she only gives me a whisper of emotion, but I read it for the subtle flash of relief that it is. Slowly realizing that when she’s with me, the burden of decision-making can be lifted, if only for these few stolen moments.

“Well done. Your reward for listening will be Orbison’s mouth on your pretty little pussy.”

Another breath heaves out of Sabine’s lungs, and Rhett releases his own heady groan in anticipation. The combinationof the two has both my chestandgroin tightening to the point of pain.

I barely need to signal my assent, as no sooner do my fingers press into the sides of my Enforcer’s neck, than he’s burying his nose against her clit and swiping deep with his tongue.

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