Page 89 of That Sik Luv

“Hands behind your back,” she sing-songs to Nox, taking the cuffs with her other hand. He smiles, doing as she asks, and she clips them onto his wrists.

“Ah, fuck.” He laughs.

“Too tight?” she asks softly, looking over his shoulder at him.

“Yeah.”

“Good,” she says, before clicking them even tighter.

He hisses. “Shit, girl!”

My cock bricks up as a lust-filled fever begins to burn me from the inside out.

“Now get on the floor beneath me. On your knees,” she demands from the seat beside me, her tone entirely different from the cutesy innocent girl she pretended to be a minute ago.

This little demon, here.

He does as she asks, play biting the air in front of him, making her smile.

“That’s right. Face to the floor. Now look at me.”

I watch humorously as my hand possessively holds the inside of her thigh, rubbing her porcelain flesh softly with my thumb. She spews her demands until he’s bent over, face down on the floor beneath her with his hands on his back before us. She stands, checking his pants pockets until she finds the key to the cuffs, before placing a heel on the side of his cheek. His eyes grow wide with caution.

“I’m not missing anything, Nox,” she says to him, her heel indenting the side of his face. “And no one, especially not a strung-out pimp from Detroit, disrespects Aero in front of me.”

Oh, fuck.

Nox’s eyes glance over at me as I sit back with a satisfied grin on my face, cocking my brow. She was listening the whole time. I didn’t think she could hear us.

“Aw man, y’all are so fucked up.” He laughs against the rug beneath him. “I love it.”

I knew he would.

“Remove my heel with your teeth,” she commands.

He does, eagerly.

“Kiss my foot,” she says with an angelic smile.

He smiles back at her before kissing the edge of her toes.

“Now open your mouth,” she commands, pushing her pretty pink toenail against his lips. “And show me how good you can suck.”

“Marry me?” he asks abruptly against her foot. “I think I’m in love with you.”

She turns her head back, and her devilish little smile finds mine, looking sexy as all fuck. She tosses the key at me and I catch it with two hands against my abdomen.

“Bones? Show him how you fill my appetite.” She squats down near Nox’s face, talking in his ear while staring only at me. “Show him how you’re the only man for the job.”

I’m rock hard, tense as fuck, and ready to do just that. My cock aches against the friction of my jeans, the need to punish her devious little cunt with my drooling, jealous friend cuffed on the floor watching us, my only mission.

Briony steps back into the other heel before coming closer to the couch, leaving Nox cuffed and lying on the floor watching us. She leans over me, her breasts swaying before my face beneath the cheap dress, surely giving him a view of her ass, as her delicious scent floods my nostrils, seducing my demons again.

“You hold the key, Aero. You hold all the power. Even without it, you own every room you walk into, even the ones you don’t.”

Her words and the seriousness with which she speaks shows me the student is giving the teacher his lesson. She’s giving herself over to me, ensuring I know that anything and everything she does is for me and me alone. In this situation, and more importantly, the ones to come.

She wanted to tell me she loved me. But the word love is useless. It’s nothing but four stupid letters set together and used by everyone. Actions are everything, and this exhibition and exchange of power and control means more than any fucking made-up word muttered behind closed doors.

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