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“Are you comfortable like that?” I asked.

She shifted her folded legs so they weren’t beneath her, and nodded.

“Good. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Silas’s focus sharpened on me as I stalked toward his chair. Did he like this, how I looked at him like he was a piece of meat? A meal I wanted to devour? My knees thudded to the floor when I reached him and knelt between his legs.

I fumbled with the snap on his pants, but he made a warning sound. His hands gripped my hair and tugged my head back harshly, forcing me to look him in the eye. He didn’t say anything, not with words. His perfect lips didn’t move, yet he spoke volumes, telling me all about how this was going to happen as he dictated. Silas had a gravity that was impossible to ignore. Not that I wanted to anyway. He inhaled slowly, then let the breath out, once again studying my lips. The hands in my hair tightened, holding me still as he brought his mouth to mine.

Good God, his kiss. It was forceful and demanding, like I’d made him wait too long for it and now he was punishing me. But it was the same as the crack of the riding crop against Tara’s skin—a punishment which brought pleasure. A punishment that was needed and desired.

His mouth was searing. His tongue shoved past my lips and it slid over mine. The jolt of enjoyment traveled down the length of my body. I’d swear I could feel his wicked tongue moving between my legs, too.

His lips carved a path, working to the corner of my mouth and then along my jawline, leaving my skin damp in his wake. I shivered as he went lower. A line down my neck to where my pulse raced for him. Here, his lips clamped tight.

It felt good. I closed my eyes, and let him suck on my neck while I rested my palms on his thighs. But a warning alarm sounded in my head, and I jerked away, glaring at him. Was he trying to . . . mark me?

“Oh, you don’t like that? I thought it was your thing, mouth raper.”

I put my hands on his firm chest and pushed as hard as I could, sending him reeling backward so he was slumped in the seat. “You can’t rape the willing.”

I flicked open the snap and tore his zipper down.

Once again, his patterned boxers gave me pause. Black with red images . . . roosters? “Your cock is covered with cocks.”

I was treated to a half-smile, but it faded quickly, returning to his serious, intense expression when I pulled the elastic waistband down, setting him free.

He still had his hands on my head, and his fingers curled, twining my hair. “You want this cock so bad?” he said, his tone stern. “Here you go.”

He forced my head down on him, shoving his dick in my mouth. My fingers flexed and I put my hands on his thighs, signaling to release me, but he didn’t. His grip in my hair, which verged on painful, kept me from pulling off, but . . . goddamn, it was hot. I didn’t love submitting, but witnessing him take charge? So incredibly erotic. I stopped resisting, and a half-second later, the power began to tilt back my direction anyway.

“Yeah.” Silas’s single word dripped with sex as my tongue cartwheeled on him, toying with the piercing. “Who do you like going down on better? Her . . . or me?”

He had my head locked in place and his hips pumped upward, sawing his cock in and out, going halfway into my throat. I moaned, enjoying the sensation.

“What was that?” he asked. “I can’t understand you with a mouth full of my dick.”

Christ, I loved how he talked to me. Before Silas, every time I’d let my mouth run in the bedroom, the guy had gone silent and awkward, as if I’d put them on the spot. Had I been unlucky and always dated men who had dirty-talking stage fright? Or was Silas a freak like me?

I swirled my tongue on his flesh as he surged deep, and sucked as he retreated, and his satisfied groan rumbled out of his throat. “You’re so good, I could fuck this mouth all night. Is that what you want?” His fingers pressed down on my scalp, forcing the head of his dick deeper into my throat. “To suck my cock while I stare at the girl I just let you fuck?”

Heat flared at the thought of his focus bouncing between me and the gorgeous woman on the table. I tensed my fingers into claws and dug them into the meaty part of his thighs, hard enough to get his full attention. He hissed in discomfort and released me, just enough so I could lift my mouth from his saliva-coated cock.

I glanced over to the table. Tara sat perfectly still, wearing only the black blindfold and the loose ribbons fastened around her wrists. She could take them off, but since I hadn’t specified, she’d left them as I had. They probably turned her on, just the illusion of restraint and the idea she could be tied down again at any moment.

“Lay back and touch your pussy,” I ordered Tara. “Get yourself off while he watches.”

Her legs unfurled and she pivoted so her feet were pointed our direction, and then she collapsed back on the table, propping her knees up. Her glistening pussy was revealed when she spread herself wide. Two fingers delved down and began to rub her clit.

My gaze flashed up to Silas, and I smiled as he watched, transfixed by the blonde who obeyed me without hesitation. His hand clenched on my shoulder when I tried to take him in my mouth again.

“I’m going to fuck you from behind so we can both watch her.”

Oh, God, yes. But also . . . “No, you’re not.”

“Why not?” It was a perfect mixture of angry confusion and disappointment from him.

“Because I work here, but I don’t work here.” I clenched his cock in my hands, squeezed, and swiped my tongue over the sensitive tip, causing him to jerk. “I don’t get on the table, and I don’t fuck for money.”


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