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Kissing down her neck, I move and wrap her up in my arms, carrying her into the shower. I set her down and push her against the wall of the shower, running my hand up between her thighs, forcing her to spread them for me. I slide my hand up her wet thigh and run a finger between her slit. She leans her head back against the wall, lifting her chin slightly, “I need more, Stryker. I need to know I'm really here with you…” she begs.

I give her what she wants and glide two fingers inside her, moving in and out of her quickly. My other hand runs up her body to her dusty pink nipples. Rolling one between my fingers, my Little Foxlets out a delicious moan. Moving up her body further, my hand entangles in her hair, grabbing a fistful and tugging her mouth to mine. Her lips part immediately as my tongue enters. I keep up a punishing pace, pumping my fingers in and out of her soaked pussy. She struggles to keep her mouth connected to mine through her moans as she’s reaching the edge. Heavy breaths fall from her mouth into mine. I need to finish with her.

Pulling my fingers from her, she groans in protest. “I want you in me, Stryker,” she pleads.

“Anything you want.” Grabbing her by her thighs, I lift her up, line my tip up with her pussy, and thrust up inside her, pumping my shaft in and out. Her body starts to tense, her pussy tightening around me. Giving her a few short thrusts, she erupts, screaming her release. The sound of her finding her pleasure has my balls drawing up, and I groan my release as I fill her with rope after rope of my cum.

I pull my cock from her and set her gently on the floor. Grabbing a washcloth from the hook, I start to clean between her legs. We finish our shower together, making sure to clean every inch of one another.

She starts to take a step out of the shower before I wrap an arm around her waist and turn her towards me. “Ready for more?” I entice.

“I’m ready for anything you want to give me,” she replies.

I lean down and heave her over my shoulder, carrying her like a sack of potatoes. She shouts out in surprise, and I respond with a swift smack on her ass cheek. As I carry her to the bedroom, she playfully kicks her legs and wiggles her body in protest of her current predicament.

My legs hit the edge of the bed, and I drop Nat on the mattress. She lays there with a devilish smirk on her face, and she slides herself further back.

“Oh shit. Sorry!” Katia says, throwing a hand over her eyes as she’s standing in the doorway to the room. I grab a pillow from the bed and cover myself, shielding myself from her view. I don’t want to upset her, and she obviously didn’t plan on seeing me in my birthday suit. “Sorry, it’d been quiet for a while, so I thought you were done in here, and I wanted to come check on both of you. I can leave.”

“We were done, in the bathroom anyways,” Nat lets her know. “Stryker was about to give me more, but seeing you has me wanting you too.”

I take that as my cue, “I can leave,” I say as I head toward the door. As much as I want all the time I can have with my Little Fox, it's also important for her to be with the others. We’ve all spent the last few days worried if we’d ever see her again, and it wouldn’t be fair for me to deny any of them their time with her.Well, except maybe Alexie since he’s the reason I got shot.

Katia makes her way to the bed Nat is still lying on. Before I reach the doorway, Nat stops me. “You don’t have to leave,” she says. I turn abruptly to see Katia sitting on the end of the bed with Nat on her knees behind her. I give her a confused look because I’m not sure what she wants me to do here. Katia is not interested in being with a man after everything she’s been through, and who could fucking blame her. Her level of comfort with the whole dynamic we all have is important.

“Little Fox, we’re not going to…” she cuts me off.

“You’re not going to do anything,” she says. “Well, except maybe watch.” She leans down to whisper in Katia’s ear loud enough for me to hear, “What do you think? Should we let Stryker see what we do? If you say no, he leaves right now, but if you are okay with it, then we can give him quite the show.”

Katia turns to Nat but says nothing. “Say the word, and we don’t do this. At any time, if you are uncomfortable, we stop.”

“No,” she says, “Let’s do it. I have always loved when people watched me dance, so this could be like that, but I get to be with you at the same time. I want to be able to perform again. This could empower me to take back control of what I do and how I use my body.”

“But you let us know if anything is ever too much, Katia,” I add.

We’ll have a codeword, and this time it will actually be used,” Katia quips, referring to our lack of safeword when she shot me. “Let’s use dragon since you were supposed to say that to let me know you weren’t Ivan’s men.”

Turning to head to the bathroom, I grab a pair of sweats and step into them before coming back out and taking my place in an overstuffed chair across from the bed.

Katia’s eyes roam Nat’s wet body; she runs a hand down her chest before leaning over and kissing Nat hard. After a few minutes, Nat breaks the kiss and looks Katia in the eyes. “Are you sure all of this is okay?”

Katia doesn’t answer her with words; instead, she sits up, grabs the hem of her shirt, and pulls it over her head. Her perky breasts fall free, and Nat springs forward, taking a nipple into her mouth and nipping it with her teeth. Katia whimpers but tangles a hand in Nat’s auburn hair, holding her to her chest. Reaching up with her other hand, Nat rolls Katia’s other nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

Nat pushes Katia back further so she is flat on her back, and Nat is hovering over her. “Still okay?” Nat asks.

“I’m not made of glass, Natalia. If I need the safeword, I’ll use it. Otherwise, what’s the point of it?” Katia sasses. I chuckle at her smart mouth toward my Little Fox.

“You think it’s funny, Stryker, that my girl thinks she can sass me? See how funny it is when you can’t touch yourself.” She smirks at me with a brow raised.

“What?” I ask.

“Watching only Stryker, no touching. You’ll sit there and watch, and if you’re a good boy, when I’m finished with my girl here, I’ll come over there and help you out. But you have to be a good boy and listen.” she purrs. I don’t like this one fucking bit since I’m usually the one in charge and bossing her, but I guess she’s flipping the script on me this time.

“Fine,” I mumble, and she smiles before licking a trail down Katia’s chest, stopping when she gets to the band of her pants.

Grabbing the band of her pants, she pulls them down Katia’s legs before throwing them on the floor in front of my feet. She picks up one of Katia’s feet, kissing the inside of her ankle, then her calf, her knee, and finally her inner thigh.

Running a finger through Katia’s folds, she sticks her finger in her mouth and hums at the taste of her girl. “Nat,” Katia gasps.

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