She grumbled something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like “whatever.”
Severin went to her and yanked off her sweater and cupping one of her pale breasts with his calloused, filthy hand. He pinched her nipple hard enough to make her squeal.
“You know better than to mouth off, Miss Korsgaard.”
“Sorry, Mister Leduc,” she squeaked.
He let go of her nipple to stroke his hands over her smooth skin.
Rodrigo’s dick needed readjusting, but he focused on the action.
“Maybe I’m a switch, too!” she grumbled.
“The two of you can figure out your dynamic,” Severin said, pinching her other nipple, but only hard enough to make her squirm. “You don’t need me to intervene.”
Rodrigo was the one who’d pierced those pretty pink tips, at Severin’s insistence. It was how Rodrigo had first met her. The fact that he’d been involved in her piercing and her branding had always made him feel a sense of ownership with the girl, even though he’d tried his best to ignore it.
“You could order him to submit to me,” she said sulkily, gazing up at Severin with a pout.
He bit her bottom lip and she gasped, then moaned when he grabbed her roughly between the legs. Her leggings couldn’t be doing much to protect her delicate flesh. She cried out, her distress making Rodrigo desperate to have her.
“That wouldn’t be fair, and that’s not how true submission works. You were made to be dominated, Miss Korsgaard. If the three of us are going to make a go of this, I can’t keep the two of you from your natural dynamic. When you submitted to him in the past, it wasn’t because I ordered it – it was merely because I permitted it. You know your place is on your knees.”
“But so is his!”
“Only with me.”
“So you’re just going
to let him take your place with me?” she cried, looking confused and hurt.
“No. You’re mine. He’s mine.”
“So now he’s a beta dominant,” she mocked, tsking at Rodrigo. “Talk about a demotion.”
“Are you looking for trouble, kitten?” Severin rumbled.
Her chin jutted defiantly.
“Oh, I don’t think so.” He pulled her down from the table and shoved her at Rodrigo, who caught her arm as she stumbled toward him. “Deal with this.”
“What? No!” She struggled, trying to push Rodrigo away, but he was far larger.
“You remember her safeword?”
“Yes, but does she?” Rodrigo said, looking down into Minnow’s glare.
She shoved him. “Bring it, pussy.”
He snorted, itching to begin, but Severin’s glower made him pause.
“Give her double whatever you were thinking,” Severin ordered. He didn’t approve of her bratting, apparently.
Her mouth fell open, and her body went soft. “I’m sorry, Mister Leduc.”
“Make her sorrier, Rodrigo.”
At Severin’s words, Rodrigo’s cock pulsed and Minnow shook her head, gaze pleading.