Page 21 of After Dark
When she was vaguely, barely back in her body again, he pulled out and stared down at her, the same completely impassive expression on his face.
If she didn’t know better, she’d think he was a robot.
“Clean up the mess you made,” he told her, all silken command.
As she bent her head to do his bidding, licking him clean, Josette could hear the sounds of Arlo and Iris beside them.
A glance up told her that Frederick was watching Iris closely.
But she had a cock in front of her, only slightly less hard than before. She was licking it clean, and so it wasn’tparticularly surprising that she could feel another orgasm building as she heard Arlo murmur filthy encouragement to Iris as she made a gagging sound— right before Arlo came.
She knew what he sounded like when the orgasm took him over, those low, guttural noises he made.
Somehow, she was completely unsurprised when she felt that grip in her hair tighten all over again.
“Are you coming again, Josette?” Frederick asked.
She knew better than to answer.
“Arlo,” Frederick said in the same almost clinical tone, “I believe that this submissive of yours found the sound of you coming down Iris’s throat so enticing that she came again herself.”
Arlo laughed. Josette couldn’t look at him in her current position, but she could hear Iris breathingalmosthard enough that it sounded like a sob. She knew that meant he was finished.
And no doubt looking at her.
“Iris.” Frederick’s voice was like a lash. “Did you come?”
The girl was still breathing hard. “N-no, sir.”
“Unacceptable.”
There was a short, charged silence that Josette recognized. It meant that Frederick and Arlo were communicating, whether with words or not.
In the next moment, her hair was released and she found herself panting a little bit herself. But she hadn’t been told to move, so she stayed kneeling up tall, still arching her back so that her breasts jutted out.
“Come here,” Frederick said, and Josette could hear Iris move from beside her, so she knew the order wasn’t for her.
But he also wasn’t pulling her hair back so painfully, so she could watch. Iris crawled over and Josette thought shelooked something like eager, and maybe even full of wonder, as she looked up at Frederick.
It made something inside her pulse a little, because she’d never seen any woman look at him like that before. Oh, they looked at him. They lusted after him. Butwonder?
Josette wasn’t accustomed to having tender feelings for the scariest dominant she knew—but that was what was happening now as Frederick sat down in the chair, and pulled his cock out again.
He was already getting hard as he beckoned Iris closer, then inclined his head towards his cock.
“Go on,” he told her. “Show me what you learned.”
Then, as Iris eagerly bent her head to take him into her mouth, that cold gaze of his slid past Iris’s bobbing head to where Josette waited.
“Make her come,” he ordered her.
And everything in Josette went electric. She looked up at Arlo, standing behind Frederick’s chair. The way his eyes gleamed, like silver, made her shiver.
“You can save your orgasms for me,” Arlo said.
It made Josette want to scream. She could already feel her clit taking notice, but there was nothing for it. No one had asked her to speak. No one had solicited her opinion. And yet this was what she’d been missing all those months. The knowledge that she was being forced to do these dirty, deliciously filthy things and that the person who was ultimately forcing her to do it was herself.
Because she didn’t have to do a goddamn thing. She had a safe word and she knew everyone in this room would respect it. The only thing that kept her from it in frustrating moments like this was Arlo. Because she wanted him to be proud of her.
