Page 67 of The Obedient Lie
Now all I could picture was her on her knees, those wide eyes looking up at me, while I dragged my thumb across her bottom lip and said,“Open for me, baby.”
The thought of her mouth around me—full of me—while her cheeks flushed and her lashes fluttered?
Fucking lethal.
I imagined guiding her head slowly. Teaching her how I liked it. How I’d ruin her. Sweet praise spilling from my lips between filthy orders. Gentle fingers fisting in her hair. That look she’d give me when her body finally surrendered to mine—when she realized shelikedit. Craved it.
And the way she’dbeg.
Beg.
For me to finish in her mouth. For me to tell her she was a good girl. For me to tell her she was mine.
I wanted toownthat look.
Wanted her on her knees just like she’d been—face down, ass up—butlookingat us.
Begging.
We would teach her how to take care of our needs.
Me and Bastion.
Together.
We’d show her how to open her mouth wide enough.
Slow enough.
With her eyes locked on mine while my hand stayed firm in her hair, guiding her.
Teaching her how to make me groan without even touching the rest of me.
We would ease her throat open, teach her to love to cryfrom the stretch of it. She would look at us with tears and show us how proud she was to choke for us.
We’d make her thank us for every drop.
And when she was good enough—obedient enough—we’d reward her.
With fingers.
With tongue.
With anything she wanted.
Because once we started, she wouldn’t know how to want anything else.
She wouldn’t even know who she belonged to. Bastion. Me.
Both.
Fucking both.
And she’dlovethe confusion.
We’d turn her into our favorite sin—our sweetest fucking secret.
And I’d be the one holding her hand through it. Whispering,“You’re doing so good, baby. Look at you… taking us so well.”
