Julian
Sophia looks so startled that I have to fight not to laugh. I do my best to keep a poker face, but my amusement bubbles through.
“Oh,” she says, relieved. “You’re not mad.”
I raise an eyebrow. “It’s almost like you want me to be, Sophia. Is this a fantasy of yours, sweetheart? You want to get caught?” The excitement that flares in her eyes is answer enough. “You do, don’t you? Bad girl.”
I move closer to her. The shirt she’s wearing is falling off her shoulders. I tug it free and toss it aside, drinking in her body.
She’s so beautiful. Her blond hair falls to her waist in gentle waves. Her lips, wiped free of lipstick, are deliciously swollen. Her pink nipples are erect with need. Her pussy is dusted with blonde curls, and fuck me, I need to taste her.
But first, her fantasy.
“I am a bad girl,” she whispers, a shiver running through her. “Are you going to punish me?”
“Oh, you’re definitely going to get punished, baby. Put your hands behind your back.”
She obeys. I pin her wrists in place and bind them together with Damien’s silk tie. She tests the bindings experimentally, but I know what I’m doing, and she’s not getting free of them anytime soon. Not unless she asks.
“You were sucking Damien’s cock, weren’t you?” I demand, twining my fingers through her hair and pushing her face toward his lap. “Did he give you permission to stop?”
She inhales sharply. “No, he didn’t.”
“What are you waiting for? Open your mouth and take it.” I push her head forward so she’s forced to swallow more of his length. My fingertips trail over her curves and move to her pussy. She’s drenched. Hot and wet and fucking perfect, and fuck me, if I don’t do something to distract myself, I’m going to shoot my load right here, right now.
She bobs on Damien’s length. “Deeper,” I order. “In fact. . .” I push the coffee table closer to the couch, lift Sophia up, and place her on it—stomach down with her round, delectable ass in the air. Half her body is on the coffee table, and the other half is in Damien’s lap. Her hands are tied behind her back, and she can’t hoist herself up. Gravity is pushing her mouth deeper onto Damien’s erection.
And she’s drenched.
“You like that, don’t you?” I lightly graze my fingernails down her back before squeezing and spanking her ass. She moans in pleasure at the contact. “Do that again,” she mumbles around a mouthful of cock. “Please.”
“Ah, Sophia, you know you don’t get to tell me what to do.” I shove two fingers into her dripping pussy, and she whimpers and squirms. She’s so fucking hot that I can’t breathe. “Do you like that?”
“Fuck, yes,” she hisses.
Damien has his head thrown back, his eyes clenched shut. I lick Sophia’s juices off my fingers and spank her again, a little harder this time. How stupid were we ten years ago? Why the fuck did we let her leave our lives without fighting for her?
“Ready for more?”