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I grabbed a muffin for her, and filled a thermos with hot water for tea.

“Can you text me when you get to your building?” Genevieve said to her as they kissed goodbye.

“Sure thing, sugar,” Camila said.

I handed her a bag of snacks and her muffin with a thermos of tea.

“Be careful,” I said, kissing her.

“See you,” she said.

Keep her here, she mouthed. I nodded, watching her leave.

“Movie?” I turned around to see Genevieve already helping herself to the muffins.

“Sure,” she said, taking a bite of the muffin.

She looked unsure of herself, and I didn’t like it. I walked up to her, picking her up and setting her on the counter.

“I want some dessert too,” I said, opening her robe.

“Oh, Pet, you’re confident,” she grinned. “What makes you think I want to give you dessert?”

She opened her legs, letting me pull down her pants.

“Oh, Mistress, I think you will like me eating my dessert,” I said, pushing her legs apart, exposing her wet pussy and the shining piercing.

I groaned, remembering how good she tasted.

“Oh, Pet, you think you can control the?—”

I didn’t let her finish that sentence as I licked her pussy, groaning at her sweet taste. Genevieve’s hands immediately ran through my hair, thrusting up into my face.

“Pet,” she moaned, as I pushed my finger into her wet pussy, curving to find that spot that would make her come.

She moaned louder, arching her back off the counter as I put my lips around her clit, sucking on it. Her hips moved against my finger. I could feel her urgency, but I wanted her to beg and to break. Genevieve needed to know that while I got on my knees for her willingly in the bedroom, she wasn’t always in charge. She needed to give over her control and let us take care of her.

Gliding another finger into her, I put more pressure on her g-spot. The pitch of her moan changed, her breathing became more erratic, and I was just waiting for the point where she was going to be lost in pleasure, so lost that she was willing to beg.

“Fuck, Pet,” she moaned tugging on my hair.

“Come on, Mistress, come for me,” I said, teasing her. “Show me how good of a boy I am for giving you an orgasm. Tell me I’m a good boy.”

“I know what you’re doing,” she groaned. “It’s not going to?—”

If she knew what I was doing, then I needed to prove her wrong. I picked her up, set her down, and pulled myself out of my pants. I rolled on a condom Camila had slipped in my pocket before she had left. Genevieve tried to turn around to see what Iwas doing. I notched myself spreading her wetness on my cock before sliding in slowly.

Genevieve wasn’t having it though, she pushed back taking my cock in one thrust. We shouted out together.

“Fuck, you ok?” I pulled her up.

“You’re so fucking big like this,” she whimpered.

“We can change—” My sentence was forgotten the moment we were flushed hip to hip.

She tried to control the tempo, but she was mistaken.

I yanked her up, wrapped an arm around her waist and my hand around her throat pulling her at an angle she couldn’t escape.

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