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I’mon my knees on my velvet cushion with my hair braided down my back. My eyes are closed, but not because it’s part of my ritual. I’ve shut my eyes because behind me is Remi, bum resting on his heels, knees on a pillow, hands open, and palms flat on his thighs.

Justin didn’t say a word to him. Remi took it upon himself to join me in my pose of supplication.

Simply knowing he’s here behind me, feeling his body heat radiate from his front to my back, is enough to set off a herd of wild wildebeests in my belly. I don’t want to think about how much my hands would tremble if I opened my eyes to see him.

But I said I wanted to recreate the first night he came to our bed, and on that night, Remi willingly fell to his knees.

“Once we start, the only way out is—”

“Red,” I interrupt obediently.

The repetition of my safeword can get tedious, but it’s something Justin needs to do before we play. It takes a particular headspace to Dominate another person, and that starts well before the straps come out.

Already tremors of anticipation ripple over my body. My stomach clenches and then twists with the knowledge of what’s to come. I shiver with the awareness that the truth is…I have no idea what’s to come.

The trust required for this intimate act goes beyond trusting someone with your life. There are a few people I trust to sacrifice their life for my own if the need arose. Mrs. Jones, for example.

But this isn’t about trusting someone with your mortal existence.

This is about trusting someone with your soul. Trusting them with your psyche. The thing that makes you who you are. Your death is easy to give away. Your life is something very few people are brave enough to share.

But them? I trust Justin and Remi to protect me.

All of me.

The idea that Remi even attempted to be this vulnerable in front of a stranger makes me want to sick up and curl into a ball and cry. But if that is what brought him home to us—I put it out of my mind and concentrate on our headspace now and not his frame of mind then.

I hear Justin’s feet against the carpet. Feel the air change as he crowds into my space. His fingers graze my cheek before he cups my face and tilts my chin up to meet his downward gaze.

“One more time,” he whispers.

“Red.”

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Justin dragsthe back of his fingers down the side of my face. “Good girl.” Snakes twist inside my belly at the praise. “Now open your mouth and suck my cock.”

I drop my jaw and stick out my tongue and wait for him to feed me his dick.

Justin isn’t yet fully hard, and honestly, it’s my favorite way to have him in my mouth. There’s just enough give left in his flesh that I can force his entire dick between my lips and squish it inside my cheeks. I twirl my tongue up and down his rapidly hardening shaft and circle it around his crown and enjoy how his prick tries to force my mouth to stretch to accommodate his length.

"I don't want you quiet for this scene," Justin purrs with his dick in my mouth, petting my face. "I want to hear every whimper and every plea. I wantRemito hear you beg me and thank me over and over again. I want him to dream about the sounds you make tonight for the rest of his natural life."

Remi groans behind me.

Justin grips the back of my hair and holds my face tight against his groin, bobbing my head in little jabs and jerking his hips in tiny pops. I let him grow against my jaw until I’m choking on the firmness of his cock pressing at the back of my throat.

“That’s it, baby girl,” Justin soothes when I finally give in to the need to gag and allow his dick to fall from my mouth. “Such a good girl, choking on my cock.”

“Thank you, sir,” I reply automatically before slipping his length between my lips. It’s hypnotic, the way his cock slides in and out of my mouth. Like satin-wrapped steel, his dick slides across my hard palate, leaking his slickness all over my tongue.

His dick twitches in my hand and swells in my mouth. I cup his balls and tug on them before twirling the delicate flesh with my tongue. Justin messes my hair and cups my cheek. He tells me how “fucking lovely you look with my dick between your lips.”

I’m so wet I can smell myself.

I don’t go to subspace every time we have sex. Not even most of the time. But often, just the ritual of setting a scene sends me to that place where everything goes all soft and fuzzy, and at the same time, all the edges are sharper and full. Which is the only explanation I have for not realizing Remi has crawled up beside me until his hand is pulling my mouth off Justin’s dick and replacing my mouth with his own.

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