Page 90 of Lies like Rubies, Part One

“You can do this, baby,” Nico murmured. “Dante’s gonna make you feel so fucking good.”

I fisted my cock, making sure I was well lubed, then positioned myself at the entrance to her tight passage. When I breached her, the perfect tightness of her ass overwhelmed me. I threw my head back and moaned.

The sound that escaped Sofia was guttural, a primal cry of pleasure and pain as I worked my way in and out of her until my pelvis hit the soft curves of her bottom. She whined and pressed herself back against me. “Dante, please,” she begged.

“Fuck, kitten, you’re so tight,” I gasped. She felt so fucking good, so fucking right, clenched around my cock, as she whined and squirmed between us.

We held her still for a moment, giving her time to adjust to both of us. “Fucking perfect, babe,” Nico murmured, skimming his fingers down her sides in gentle strokes, soothing her, reassuring her, as she moaned her pleasure against his chest.

He met my eyes and nodded. Together, we began a pulsing rhythm, pushing and tugging on her hips and ass as we pounded into her, a brutal, diabolical beat that had her screaming with pleasure in moments, clenching around the two of us as she reached her thirteenth orgasm. We didn’t stop, though, instead speeding up until each of us breathed hard, sweat dripping off our foreheads, our torsos. Nico chanted her name like a prayer as he thrust up into her.

She whimpered and closed her eyes, sobbing and whimpering as we moved her, her pleasure ratcheting up as we approached release ourselves.

“Please,” she begged. “I can’t—I need—fuckingplease,” she cried.

Nico captured her mouth in his as he climaxed. No longer thinking about punishment, all I wanted was to watch her fall apart with my cock in her ass and Nico’s cock in her pussy. I reached between us to flick her clit and sent her careening off the cliff one last time as I exploded in her ass. She keened wildly, clenching hard around me before she collapsed onto Nico, an exhausted and sobbing mess, shaking violently as she floated back down to Earth.

I slid my hands up and down her back as I caught my breath, sweat dripping off my brow, resisting the urge to gather her in my arms and tell her what a beautiful fucking slut she was, how well she took the two of us. When I finally, reluctantly, pulled out, Sofia whimpered, as if she weren’t ready to separate either.

“Easy, baby,” Nico murmured. He lifted her into his arms and scooted them to the head of the bed. Once he’d arranged her in his lap to his satisfaction, he looked at me. “Go grab the food from earlier and a bottle of water.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Not a switch either, Nico.”

He raised an eyebrow, as if appalled. “But presumably, you do want to take care of our sub, and she needs food and water, asshole.”

I didn’t tell him that my habit was to leave her crying on the bed, extending her misery through the night and leaving no question in her mind about the transactional nature of our relationship. Instead, I silently heated the leftovers from our dinner and brought her cake, water, and pasta like a well-trained fucking puppy.

When I returned, he sat with his back against the headboard, and our kitten snuggled on his thigh, her face tucked into his neck as she cried. He wrapped one arm around her waist while tangling his fingers in her hair with the other, murmuring quiet praise.

“Sub drop. It’s normal,” he told me as I watched.

“I know it’s normal. Sofia’s tears are the point of this whole fucking arrangement,” I snapped. I set the food on the bedside table and slid into bed beside him, lifting Sofia’s feet and draping her legs over my lap. Irrationally jealous of her death grip around his neck, I opened the bottle of water.

“Kitten, drink.”

Nico held his hand out for it.

I refused. “Kitten—Sofia, you have to hydrate.”

She pulled away from Nico’s shoulder. “I don’t understand why I can’t stop crying,” she whispered.

“Drink,” I said, holding the bottle to her lips and tilting it upward. She sipped slowly, cautiously, as if waiting for a catch.

She pulled away when I held up a bite of cake on a fork. “I can feed myself.”

I raised an eyebrow, about to remind her of her place when Nico interjected.

“You took us so perfectly, baby, so selflessly. It’s our pleasure to care for you when a scene ends.”

Was the scene really over if I still owned Sofia?But I didn’t contradict him.

“Please, Sofia,” I said, trying not to let my irritation show at having to beg her to eat a fucking bite of cake. She radiated vulnerability when she met my eyes. I could crush her, break her, with a few quiet words reminding her of the parameters of our relationship.

I didn’t want to. Why didn’t I want to?

Fuck.

If I had my druthers, she’d cry herself to sleep. No, that was a lie. I wanted her to curl up in my arms like she did Nico’s, to press her skin into mine the way she did his, to trust me like she did him.

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