Page 33 of Contrition

“Hmm?”

“You are my saint. And I am truly, utterly, your veneration.”

I smiled. “This would be the time for all the booktok people to say something like, ‘I am your god now. Crawl to me.’ In case you wanted to know.”

“What the fuck is booktok?”

Sigh.Men.

Or…well. Older men who were too busy to doom scroll, anyway.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Theo’s voice pulled us apart as his head popped into the elevator doors again. “Are you guys going to stand here all night? I’m fine with elevator sex, but after a Ferris wheel, I think a bed sounds way better right about now. Don’t you?”

Our heads pulled apart at his voice. “How do you know she even wants to have sex?”

His eyes locked on mine. “Do you?”

I unwrapped my legs from Zack’s waist and wiggled slightly as my cue to be let down. He didn’t even fight me as I slid down his tall body. “Obviously. We have a bet. I need to lock in.”

“Well, c’mon then, princess.”

And as Theo grabbed my hand and led me to Zack’s bedroom, I could have sworn that Zack was hiding both a smileanda boner. I turned to him with a smirk. “Go shower. Coming in your pants is hot as fuck, but I’m not touching you again until you smell like soap.”

“Oh no,” I teased as Zack went to sit on the edge of the bed—my mouth nearly sore from the near mauling of Theo. He was freshly showered and wore blue and black striped pajama bottoms. My eyes traced the outline of his abdomen hungrily, just as it had of Theo’s when I forced his shirt over his head. “No, no, no. I didn’t say you could join us.”

His head cocked to the side, forcing beads of water to drip down his chest. “What?”

Theo’s hand gripped my waist hungrily as he watched Zack for his reaction, too, and I giggled as he impatiently started pulling at my shirt. I had told him to keep my clothes on until Zack came back, and I knew he was nearly gnawing the bars of his mental enclosure now. “I know exactly what I want to do tonight. Theo and I even made a game plan while you were taking care of your little mess.”

Zack had never looked more confused in his life as he repeated the question again. “What? What plan? I was gone for ten minutes!”

“She wants you to watch us,” Theo said, cocking his head to the side himself. He wrapped his other hand around my front so that I was firmly in his embrace, gripping my shirt tightly. “Are you okay with that?”

Zack’s gaze widened as it fixed on me entirely. “Y-You want me to…watch? Watch what, exactly,mi Estrella?”

“I’m in the deep end, remember?” I smiled evilly. “Watch me while your brother fucks me. Be a good boy, sit in that chair over there, and watch me come on his cock before I even think about riding yours.”

Theo leant down and growled in my ear. “God, that shouldn’t be so hot.”

Zack blinked as he stared at us both. “You want me to sit in the…cucking chair? Like, from all the hotel memes and stuff?”

I turned my head as I thought about how to respond. “Cucking is technically when I degrade you. I just told you I wanted you to watch. Consider it…a punishment, if you will. But I can degrade you too, if you’d like.”

“A punishment?”

“Mmmhmm. For running out on me for your brother. Now, I’m going to fuck him first, instead of you. How’s that make you feel, baby?”

He pulled at his beard roughly. I smirked, though, when my eyes travelled down the length of him and fell on the bulge tenting his pajamas. He certainly didn’t look against it. “I-I don’t know what to say.”

I mocked him from earlier. “Yes or no?”

Theo pulled at my shirt again like an insistent child—almost stretching it—as we both watched Zack.

It was a war in his head, and he knew it.

Relinquish control enough to be in a purely submissive, vulnerable position where he had to watch another man pleasure me without touching me himself…or put his foot down and potentially disappoint us both.

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