“Enough!” The word cut through the air, surprising me. I searched for the source, Miranda’s hot pink dress flashing in the sea of dommes. “The next round is already taken, ladies.”
I reached out, her hand locking in mine as she climbed onto the bed. The other dommes began to fade, searching for easier access to an easier fix to end their night. I pulled on Cole’s leash, pointing to the bed. “On your back.”
Miranda stood on the mattress, stepping over him as he laid back. When she straddled him I grabbed the part of him she was hunting for, denying her access. “If he can last long enough for you to come,” I started, stroking my hand over him, “then you need to ride long enough for him to come.”
She smiled, staring down at him. “Agreed.”
I stepped back, running my fingers through his hair as she slid down him. I hated the jealousy that spidered through me, reminding myself what I was. Miranda’s eyes closed, relaxing as she claimed ownership of her body, her screams of defiance against the way she was raised. Cole looked up at me, his tongue thrusting through his lips in an obscene gesture. I shook my head when he did it again, my heart suddenly too heavy to indulge.
“His face looks pretty lonely, Mistress Gemini,” Miranda taunted, pausing her ride. He flicked his tongue out again, returning her smile.
I rolled my eyes, caving as I mounted his mouth in reverse. His arms wrapped over my legs, loosely holding me on his face. The breath rushed from my lips when he found my clit, his tongue soft as it traced, a part of him I could handle. I closed my eyes, trying to forget Miranda’s presence, no longer attempting to support my own weight as I relaxed into the warmth of his touch.
The sounds blurred into a calm haze, the dungeons of the Château protective of all they enclosed. I could be free. Unleashed and exposed for all I was without judgement, without compromise, without shame. I shivered when Cole’s tongue slipped inside me, tasting me before sliding back farther, teasing my ass before pushing inside it. The sensation twisted, my reminder there was no vanilla to dull his darkness.
My hands tightened around his arms when he re-discovered my clit, my body weakening as his tongue fell into rhythm. The caress was light, my swollen skin far too sensitive, each soft movement sending waves of heat rolling through me, strengthening as they roared. His arms tensed beneath my hands, holding me steady when I lost control, his strength more than enough to withstand the storm. I let the orgasm take me, calm as it ravaged me, my fingers digging into his skin as I submitted to every spasm, every pulse, every shiver.
Miranda’s moans cut through my own, reawakening the jealousy within me. Her hands grasped at her breasts, her fingertips squeezing and twisting the hardened pink peaks as she ground down against him. She smiled as she claimed what I could never have, the climax crying from her lips as she used him to milk it from her body.
His arms tightened over my thighs, pulling me hard against his face, his tongue pushing inside me. Miranda looked towards me, a hint of concern rolling through her eyes when he thrust roughly beneath her. His strength was beginning to show itself, something neither of us knew if we were ready to handle. His tongue pushed deeper, his fingers digging into my skin.
Miranda shoved down against him, trying to soothe the impact of his movement, her eyes wide when they found mine. I sucked in a breath when his body convulsed, his moan hot when it roared out against my skin. Miranda fell forward when his thrusts strengthened, her hands landing on either side of him as he shoved roughly into her. When the spasms subsided his hands fell from my legs, his body calming as we regained our composure. Miranda’s hands ran over her body as if to ensure it was still in one piece, her eyebrow raised when she met my gaze. I didn’t return her smile, my soul aching as he slipped from her body.
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