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I’m a fucking idiot

I won’t do it again. Asking to see either alone of you again.

It was with good intentions, I swear, but it was wrong.

You’ll submit IF and WHEN you’re ready. Not a minute before.

I can’t push it on you

I look forward to seeing you both again on Friday if you haven’t decided to tell me to fuck off

I stare at my phone blankly. I’ve been thinking about calling this arrangement off all day. But his apology suddenly makes that feel like the biggest mistake I could possibly make. I can deny it all I want, but there is a reason Elena and I were so driven to pursue the arrangement we offered.

Sex… It’s just the sex.

Glancing around the room, I note that the crowd has begun to thin. I, too, can probably feign an excuse to get out of here a little early.

Elena and I will be there in about two hours.

We’ll be coming separately. Try not to fuck her if she gets there first.

I’ll be a good boy

The fuck you will…

Chuckling, I send a quick message to the car service to send a vehicle to Elena and another to her, letting her know to get ready. After suffering through another hour of outlandish ass-kissing and letting the charity director know I’m feeling under the weather, I head upstairs to the ladies’ restroom to freshen up quickly before heading downstairs to my own awaiting car.

On the journey to Conor’s, I shoot him a text to see if he has the supplies needed for my sweet girl tonight.

Actually, I purchased one from the club just for the two of you

Nevertheless, I’m fucking intrigued what you want it for

You can find out as you fuck us both

And no, I will not be begging for it.

I won’t have to.

You know this is the opposite of submission, right?

Tell me your cock isn’t hard from the ideas swirling through your thoughts

After pulling up to his building, I shove my phone into my bag and slip from the back seat when the driver opens the door. Nervous energy courses through me, and my heel taps against the tile floor of the elevator cab as I travel to his floor. Like last night, he opens the door as I arrive. “Lube in the bedside table?” I ask, walking past him and heading straight to the bedroom. “With what I asked for?”

“Uhh… yeah,” he stammers, caught off guard.

“Elena will be here any minute. I’ll be in the bedroom getting ready.” This is just sex. That means we can simply do what we’re all here for and be on our way. Stripping from my clothes—and keeping my heels on—I fold them neatly and lay the pile over the arm of the upholstered leather chair in the corner. Confidently crossing the room, I open the drawer of the nightstand, withdrawing a bottle of lube and a handful of condoms. I drop both onto the bed beside the wand Conor laid out for me.

I take a seat at the edge of the bed and spread a generous amount of lube over the head of the wand. Hearing Elena’s sweet voice carrying through the apartment, I lean back on my elbows and tease myself with the heavy vibrations of the toy as I wait for them to join me.

“Fuck…” they chorus, stepping into the threshold and taking in the sight before them.

With the powerful toy trembling against me, I pant, “Come, get on top of me, sweet girl.” Conor and Elena work together to free her of her dress. Her tits bounce as she eagerly crosses the room to me, and the vision of her is enough to do me in. I collapse onto the bed with a breathy whimper as Elena climbs onto the bed and straddles my thighs. “Put that big, beautiful ass in the air for Conor as you ride me.”

“Feckinghell,” Conor groans, unable to strip out of his jeans and T-shirt fast enough as he watches the two of us writhe against each other with the wand wedged between us. He grabs one of the condoms from the bed and rolls it over his length. “Can my baby girl be patient and let her Madame go first?” Conor asks, situating himself between my legs and behind Elena.

“Yes!” she screams into my neck as the vibrations between us bring her over the edge.

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