Page 22 of After Dark
Still, she wanted that more than anything.
Josette might have taken off the collar he’d given her years ago and left it on his bedside table, but she hadn’t managed to outrun the need for his approval.
And besides, who was she kidding? She found all of this ridiculously hot.
She crawled up behind Iris and knelt there, reaching around the girl so she could find her pussy with her hand. She traced Iris’s folds, but her gaze was locked on Arlo, though she could also see the way that Frederick was staring down at his submissive with total concentration.
Josette circled Iris’s clit a few times, then pinched it—just hard enough to make the girl squeal.
Frederick laughed. “I almost forgot how spicy you are, Josette.” But he nodded, giving her his approval to keep going.
Josette moved closer to Iris and pressed her breasts against the other girl’s back. She stopped playing with her clit and instead took two fingers and plunged them deep into all the soft heat she could feel between the other girl’s legs. With her other hand, she reached between them and played very gently with Iris’s tiny little bud of an asshole.
And she could feel the other girl shuddering. She could feel the orgasm building inside of Iris’s body, and she kept going. She looked up at Arlo and watched all those storms in his gaze, and she could feel the heat between her own legs, too.
But she wanted him so badly. She wanted him to be proud. She hadn’t been able to hold her orgasms at bay with Frederick, but she didn’t care in the end what Frederick thought about her. Frederick could think whatever the hell he wanted anyway.
She kept her gaze on Arlo, she plunged her fingers deep into Frederick’s sweet new submissive, and then the girl wascoming and coming, her mouth full of Frederick’s cock and her pussy clenching hard on Josette’s fingers.
But Frederick wasn’t done.
So Josette built the girl up again. She played with her clit and plunged her fingers deep, curling them to find the girl’s G-spot and rubbing there until Iris began to buck her hips wildly against Josette’s hand.
And the whole time, it was that silver approval in Arlo’s gaze that kept Josette hovering right on the edge of a wild orgasm all her own without falling over.
Iris came again, harder this time, and Frederick released down her throat with a shout.
Not a sound Josette had ever heard the Master of Ice and Pain make before.
But she had no time to consider the implications of that because Arlo was coming around the chair and pulling her up, then lifting her into his arms. He walked with her as far as the nearest low couch and bent her over it. He kicked her legs apart, held her hands fast in the small of her back, and slammed himself into her.
Even after coming as many times as she had since he’d found her outside, he was still so big that the first thrust hurt.
She viewed it as a gift.
It hurt, and she came immediately, a low, long, endlessly shaky orgasm that got more intense the harder he fucked himself into her.
Maybe she came more than once. Or maybe it was one long orgasm that kept peaking higher and higher.
And when Arlo came with a deep roar, his fingers digging into her hips and his thighs slapping against her reddened ass, she came even harder.
So hard she floated off into the ether and must have stayed there a while.
Not a surprise after all this time.
It had been a long, long while since she’d floated so far out into subspace. And just when she thought that maybe she’d floated too far and perhaps the end of the universe might tip her straight off, he pulled her back. She felt his arms around her and came back into her body to find herself on his lap, wrapped up in something soft, her face pressed into the crook of his neck.
It was still dark outside the huge windows, with the lights bright in the distance. They were still on the couch, though Arlo had moved them around to the other side and was holding her on his lap. There was music playing softly, and though it took great effort to open her eyes, when she did, Josette saw Frederick sitting on the set of the sofa opposite, with Iris kneeling at his feet, her face on his thigh. The girl looked blissed out, perfectly content.
Arlo moved, setting Josette to one side.
“I’ll be right back,” he told her. “You need a drink.”
She felt fragile and still half-outside herself, but she settled where he placed her and pulled the soft blanket tighter around her body.
When she felt the weight of Frederick’s forbidding gaze, she looked up.
“I promised you consequences for coming, but you gave my Iris two orgasms, so I’ll call it even,” he said. “This time.”
