Page 18 of After Dark
“I told you that I like to share,” Frederick was telling Iris, still standing there with his fist in Josette’s hair, keeping her head pulled back at that unnatural angle. It made her arch her back even more. It made it so that every breath she took shook her breasts gently.
She was so beautiful. And God help him, but Arlo still believed with every part of him that she was his.
Especially when she was submitting like this when he knew this wasn’t easy for her. This was the itch he and Frederick always scratched. They always picked women who were wild about one of them and… worried, in the erotic sense, by the other.
It was always a deliciously wicked party.
With Josette, it had been a way of life.
Arlo wanted that life back. He wantedhislife back.
Frederick was still talking, soothing Iris with his voice and making her shiver when the meaning of his words hit—one of his many skills. “One of the reasons I like sharing isthat I like to watch you take my cock, of course. But there are only so many angles to enjoy that from. When Arlo has his cock in your mouth and halfway down your throat, I get to look at you from here. To see how beautifully you struggle and how willing you are to fight through that struggle, for me. I get to see it in every part of your body. I get to observe my property. In time, if you please me, I will lend you out as I see fit, Iris. Because everybody likes a well-trained mouth and a compliant pussy, and I’m something of a connoisseur of both. They all line up to sample what’s mine.”
He nodded at Arlo, who moved closer to Iris, drawing her attention back to him with a flush that spread across her face.
“I want to know if you’re delighted to please your master on my cock,” Arlo told the girl kneeling before him. “You can sayyes, sir,orno, sir, as you wish.”
Iris was trembling, but when she lifted her gaze to Arlo’s, there was a certainresolutenessthere that made him deeply happy for his friend. She might not be one hundred percent sure of herself here, but she was determined to do this—for Frederick.
She looked over at her master and whatever she saw there made her kneel up taller. “Yes, sir,” she said, but her voice was so quiet that Arlo tilted his head to one side, wordlessly demanding that she try again. Iris cleared her throat. “Yes, sir,” she said again, louder this time.
“Good girl,” Arlo said, though he thought the nod Frederick gave her was what made her nipples go hard.
He pulled out his cock and waited. He watched as she took a deep breath, then leaned in, opening her mouth to surrender to him completely.
But as her warm mouth closed over the head of his cock,Arlo found himself looking over at Josette, instead. His beautiful Josette, there on her knees with his handprints on her ass cheeks and her throat already raw from the way he’d fucked her mouth earlier.
His best friend’s fist in her hair, tight enough to make her eyes water. Those freckles all over her smooth skin, and standing out against the way she flushed.
His Josette, who had broken his heart into smithereens.
His Josette, who remained unreplaceable.
He had no choice but to pretend the inexpert suction he felt was her, and lose herself in that as he slowly began to thrust, giving poor Iris some training wheels as he watched his magnificent Josette tilt back her head and swallow Frederick whole.
One of the most beautiful sights he’d ever seen, especially since he hadn’t thought he’d see it again.
Now the only trick would be not coming until enough lessons were learned here, on both sides—so it was a good thing Arlo had already come a few times tonight.
He redirected his attention to the submissive at his feet, but it was like Josette had a chokehold on him. The way she always had, when she’d lived here and while she was gone.
Arlo was determined that this time, this thing of theirs was going to be for good.
No matter what he had to do to make sure of it.
Chapter Five
Frederick’s hand in her hair hurt. Josette knew perfectly well it was supposed to hurt—but as ever, knowing that didn’t make it hurt any less.
That was Frederick. He’d never met a boundary he didn’t push. He’d never met a limit he didn’t press upon, and hard. He was renowned for being as cruel in the bedroom as he was in any given courtroom, and he was habitually held to be one of the best lawyers in the city.
The man had his own groupies.
And unless she was very much mistaken and no longer able to read him—a little, anyway—he was none too pleased with Josette.
The truth was, she couldn’t blame him for that. Whatever else Frederick was, he was Arlo’s friend. Of course he had some feelings about Josette’s disappearing act. She liked knowing that Arlo had such a formidable ally in his corner.
If ever there was an opportunity to melt into her submission, whether she liked it or not, it was now. It was this.
