Chapter 11

Brit sat curled in a wicker chair, hugging her knees, rocking gently as she stared out at the garden. She looked peaceful now—calm in a way I’d never seen before.

Kari lit two cigarettes, passed one to Brit, and sat beside her with a lazy elegance.

I stood close, sipping strong black coffee, still a little in awe of everything that had just happened.

“Thank you,” Brit said quietly, voice soft as smoke. She took a long drag, then looked up at me with those big, blue eyes—eyes that used to flash with judgment, now wide with something else entirely.

Even with her smudged mascara and faded lipstick, she looked gorgeous.

But not like before.

This wasn’t cold, polished, untouchable Brit.

This was something warmer. Rawer.

She looked ... innocent. Soft. Almost like a girl who’d just been shown the truth about herself.

“What are we going to do to you next, pretty girl?” Kari asked with a little smirk, her tone playful but loaded.

She exhaled a slow stream of smoke, then added, “Do you want Leo to fuck your cute little cunt right in front of us?”

“Huh?” Brit blinked.

“It’s not a trick question,” Kari replied smoothly. “Do you want my Leo to fuck you—in front of me and my husband—or not?”

Brit looked caught off guard, but then she took another puff of her cigarette and said softly, “Yes, please.”

“Yes, please...?” Kari prompted, her voice dipping low.

Brit paused, unsure.

“Y-Yes, ma’am. Please?”

“Good girl,” Kari purred. Then she turned to me, eyes twinkling. “What do you think we should do next to this hot little bitch, honey?”

I didn’t hesitate.

“I want to watch her eat your pussy.”

Kari laughed, her voice dropping into that deliciously sultry register. “Mmm. You sound bossy.”

“Do I?” I grinned.

“Yes—and I love it.” She leaned closer, smoke curling from her lips. “Why don’t you take over for a while? I want you to tell her what to do now.”

I nodded. “Okay.”

Kari turned to Brit, a wicked smile dancing on her face.

“Did you hear that, sexy little bitch?” she teased, drawing out every word. “He’s in charge now. He’s your boss. Your master, if you will. Got it?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Brit said, cheeks flushing pink.

“You’ll address him as Sir from now on.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good girl,” Kari said, clearly delighted. “You are such an obedient little slut. I love it.”

“You guys head inside and get comfortable,” Ken said as he turned toward the gazebo. “I left the camera out there—don’t start without me.”

“Okay, darling honey bun,” Kari said with a teasing laugh, rolling her eyes affectionately.

Five minutes later, Kari was reclined in the sex chair, legs spread wide, elevated and resting on the padded footrests. Her posture was relaxed—but her body thrummed with anticipation.

Brit was seated on a footstool between Kari’s legs, perfectly centered, her eyes locked on the glistening, twitching heat between the older woman’s thighs.

Ken returned, now completely naked, his body a work of art—cock thick and heavy, rising slowly with the tension. He brought the camera up, framing the scene.

“Look into the lens and smile, Brit,” Ken said.

My former ice queen, now a flushed, pliant fuck-doll, looked up at him with her signature blush and gave him a soft, obedient smile.

“What a pretty smile,” Ken murmured. “Look at those lips. Mmm...”

I stepped forward and ran my fingers gently through Brit’s silky hair. She leaned instinctively into the touch, and then—at my silent guidance—lowered her head toward Kari’s pulsing clit.

“Kiss it,” I said, my voice calm but commanding.

Brit didn’t hesitate. She pressed her lips softly against the stiff pink nub.

Kari let out a long, low moan, her body shifting under the contact. “Oooh ... that feels so good,” she purred. “Just like that, baby...”

Brit extended the tip of her tongue and flicked it lightly—quick, teasing strokes over the swollen clit. Then she pulled back, just a little, to admire her work.

Kari twitched visibly. Brit smiled.

Then—mischievous now—she leaned in and blew a soft stream of air over the slick flesh before kissing it again, slow and gentle.

“Suck it,” I ordered, my voice a little rougher now.

Brit obeyed immediately.

Her lips sealed around Kari’s clit. She sucked lightly at first, then firmer. Kari moaned deep in her throat, arching slightly.

Mmm. Suck. Mmm.

The sounds were music. Her mouth. Kari’s breath. Ken’s camera captured every second.

I felt a surge of pride—twisted, possessive, hot as hell.

My ex-girlfriend. On her knees. Sucking Kari’s clit like she was born to do it. And I was the one giving the orders now.

Kari propped herself up on her elbows, adjusting her angle just enough to watch Brit clearly—her flushed face framed between parted thighs, lips wrapped around her pulsing clit.

Her eyes locked in. Hungry. Delighted.

“Kiss. Lick. Suck,” I instructed, my voice low and fast. “Good girl, Brit. Yes. Use your nose. Blow on it—softly. Nice. That’s it. A little more. Now faster—now softer.”

I was directing her like a film set—Tarantino in the flesh—totally immersed in the scene. My vision. My control.

And somewhere in the back of my head ... a thought.

Did she do this with Ellie?

My stomach flipped. My cock throbbed.

God, the idea of Brit between Ellie’s legs—worshiping her like this—made my pulse skyrocket. Could I watch them together one day? Could I make that happen?

This is what greed looks like.

One beautiful woman between another beautiful woman’s thighs—and I’m fantasizing about a third.

But Brit wasn’t waiting.

Suddenly, she wrapped her hands around Kari’s ass and lifted her up off the chair—holding her in place with strength and purpose.

“May I eat her pussy now, Sir?” Brit asked sweetly, eyes blazing with submission.

I grinned. “Go for it.”

She dove in.

I stepped in close, bent down, and brought my mouth to Kari’s breast—cupping it, lifting it, sucking gently on the hard, sensitive nipple. My eyes never left the scene below—Kari’s drenched pussy, twitching with pleasure, and Brit’s flushed face buried in it.

“Oh God...” Kari moaned, voice thick and shaking. “This is fucking heaven...”

Brit’s arms locked around Kari’s ass and thighs, holding her firmly in place as she devoured her. Her tongue moved in slick, greedy strokes while her nose rubbed and teased the clit—quick little flicks that made Kari gasp and squirm.