Page 44 of Room Nine: Masters of Control

KERR

I’m like a puppet master. I always have been. And I get off on it.

I’m the good idea fairy, floating around and filling people’s heads with naughty ideas. Since I was a kid I could read people, figuring out their triggers and motivations, and playing upon them. That’s why I’m always the one to meet the women we’ve played with, because I can suss out who is adventurous and who isn’t—who wants a night of fun or a lifetime of commitment. I’m not an asshole. I never convince people to do something they don’t want to do, but I encourage people to let go of their inhibitions and do the things gnawing at their insides.

I set beasts free—usually for pleasure, sometimes for punishment.

My talents aren’t always used for good.

Kyra has worked hard to not be shackled by her past, and I find her inspiring because of it. We can give her everything she needs, and I think she’s ready to receive it.

She smiles as I pull back and waggle my brows, licking her lips. “Feed me, Kerr.”

I offer my cock up, bouncing the tip against her lips before sliding deep into her mouth. Dem is right, her mouth is pure heaven. She’s perfect, sucking me hard with lots of saliva, and feels so good, I can’t help but grab hold of her head and fuck her pretty little mouth. I want nothing more than to come down her throat; the urge taking over my thoughts, so I pull her off me and kiss her hard again. “Ask him.”

Kyra’s panting. “O’Dell, please fuck me.”

I look up to make eye contact with him. He arches his brow.

“Ask him again, Kitten.”

Kyra looks over her shoulder. “Please fuck me. Now.”

He shoves his pajama bottoms down and grips his cock, sliding the tip up and down her pussy. When he slides forward, Kyra’s mouth opens and her eyes roll back.

“How do you want it, Kyra? Hard and fast? Slow and gentle? A bit of both.”

“Fuck.” O’Dell growls from behind her as I once again lower her mouth onto my cock.

She’s stroking Dem while swallowing me and taking O’Dell deep with a plug in her ass—I couldn’t be more proud of her right now.

“Good Kitten.” I grunt. “I wish you could see yourself right now, taking care of your men at the same time.”

“So fucking sexy.” Dem agrees.

“Oh my god, she’s so hot and tight.”

I pull her off my cock, kiss her, and guide her over to Dem.

O’Dell clenches his jaw and tosses his head back, his hips moving faster with each pump of his hips.

Wrapping her fingers around my cock, I lean back and revel in the feel of her. This is our woman. Ours. Now and forever. Tonight is only the beginning of our family, and the idea has me on the verge of exploding.

“Cupcake?” O’Dell growls. “Kyra, are you on birth control?”

She mewls, coming up for air long enough to say “Yes,” before switching back to me to swallow my dick.

“I’m going to come.” O’Dell grits out seconds before he lets loose, his fingers digging into her hips and he thrusts forward.

I slide my fingers into her hair, thrusting my hips up, also on the edge. I could come now, or I could not, but the primal in me wants to paint her with my cum now, too. “Are you okay with swallowing me, Kitten?”

She nods, tears falling from her eyes. I swipe them away with my thumb as I continue to fuck her mouth, chasing my orgasm. A few more pumps of my hips and I’m roaring my release, shooting my load down her throat. I hold her head against me as I pant for breath, after shocks causing shivers to climb up my spine.

Finally I slump forward, falling from her lips. To our woman’s credit, she barely spills a drop.

I bend down and kiss her hard again. “You okay?”

“Yes.” She’s also panting, her breath catching as O’Dell pulls out of her.

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