Chapter 9

When I opened the door, Brit didn’t walk in—she launched.

She grabbed my face with both hands like she owned it, shoved me against the wall, and crushed her lips to mine. Her tongue pushed into my mouth, desperate, hungry, like she’d been starving and I was the only thing on the menu.

I grabbed her right back, hands on her cheeks, pulling her closer as our mouths crashed again and again. We kissed like we were trying to tear something loose inside each other.

And holy hell—it felt good.

Too good.

After a couple minutes of feverish lip-locking, I pulled back before we went full nuclear. Kari had plans. Wild, wonderful plans. And I wasn’t about to ruin that.

I slipped behind Brit, wrapped my fingers around her wrist, and led her into my bedroom.

As soon as the door clicked shut, I yanked her tank top over her head, tossing it to the floor. She didn’t miss a beat—hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her jeans and shimmied out of them, wiggling that perky ass like she knew exactly what it did to me.

Now she stood in nothing but a gorgeous bra and panties—white, lacy, and criminal.

She reached for my shirt, eyes smoldering.

But I pressed a hand to her chest—firm, warm, stopping her mid-move.

“Not yet,” I said. Calm. Dangerous. “We need to make a video call.”

Her brows shot up. “We?”

I pulled my phone from my back pocket. “You’ll see.”

She was panting, flushed, her chest rising and falling beneath the lace as I opened FaceTime and hit video.

And there she was.

Kari.

Smiling like a goddess with secrets. Her golden hair braided into two loose, sexy pigtails that framed her perfect face.

God, I love the things women do with their hair. Braids, buns, bows, messy knots, silky waves, little strands left loose on purpose. All of it—art and seduction wrapped into one.

“She’s here,” I told Kari, angling the camera so she could see both of us.

Brit flushed instantly, blushing hard, trying to cover herself with crossed arms—but that only made her look more delicious. Shy. Submissive. Exposed.

Kari’s eyes widened. “Damn, Leo. You weren’t exaggerating—she’s so fucking hot.”

Brit blinked like she wasn’t sure what to do with that. She gave the tiniest almost-smile—but then her lip trembled, and for a second I thought she might cry.

She didn’t. Brave girl.

Ken appeared over Kari’s shoulder, his voice amused and low. “Nice.”

Brit just stared at the screen, frozen, cheeks now fully pink, like she’d been caught doing something dirty—and maybe she liked it.

Then Kari leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a sultry purr.

“Hello, Brit.”

A beat.

“I hear you want to fuck my boyfriend.”

Brit forced a smile, then bit her lower lip—nervous as hell.

“Hi,” she said, barely above a whisper. Her voice cracked. She cleared her throat and tried again.

“H ... hi.”

Kari didn’t flinch. “Do you want to fuck my boyfriend, Brit?”

Brit froze.

Kari’s voice sharpened, cutting through the screen. “Put your arms down and answer me.”

Brit hesitated, but slowly lowered her arms, revealing herself again. She gave a sheepish, crooked grin, clearly trying to recover her confidence. Then, meeting Kari’s gaze head-on, she said, “I wasn’t expecting to talk to you. Not like this. Can I call you back in a minute?”

Kari’s face turned stone cold. “No.”

Her tone was ice wrapped in velvet.

“You don’t get to decide when to call. You don’t get to set the pace. Either you answer my questions right now—truthfully—or you can grab your clothes and get the fuck out of Leo’s place. Your choice.”

Brit turned to me, wide-eyed, silently begging for help. She looked like she’d been cracked open—embarrassed, disarmed, uncertain. She sank onto the edge of my bed with a shaky sigh, and I sat beside her.

She exhaled. Then looked back at the screen and said, softly, “Yes. I want to fuck Leo.”

Kari didn’t even blink. “And who is Leo?”

Brit paused. “My bo...” She caught herself. “Your boyfriend.”

Kari’s expression melted into a smile. Warm. Beautiful.

Dangerous.

“See how good it feels when you do as you’re told?”

Brit nodded. “Yes,” she said, more steady this time. Her voice still low, but calmer now. Like her body had caught up to her desire.

Holy shit.

Kari was masterful. She had Brit bending like a willow with nothing but her voice. Commanding, seductive, terrifyingly calm.

And I was hard as a fucking rock.

“If you want to fuck Leo—and us,” Kari said, her voice turning stern again, “there are some rules you need to follow, my sweet girl.”

Brit blinked at the words sweet girl. I saw her breathing change.

“To prove you’re worth our time,” Kari continued, “you are to do exactly as you’re told. Nod if you understand.”

Brit nodded.

“From this point on,” Kari said, eyes locked, tone razor-sharp, “if you disobey even once—or hesitate too long—you’re out. You will leave Leo’s place, and you will never contact him again. Ever.”

Brit turned to me again.

Eyes wide.

Waiting.

“Don’t look at him,” Kari snapped. Her voice was sharp, but beneath it was something wickedly playful. “He’s not the one in charge. I am. Nod if you understand.”

Brit nodded quickly, cheeks burning.

“I don’t like calling people names,” Kari continued, her tone tilting just enough to tease, “but let’s be honest—you were a real cold bitch to this beautiful young man, weren’t you?”

Brit hesitated, then nodded again.

“Such a shame,” Kari said, her voice softening slightly. “Because you’re such a beautiful girl. Isn’t she beautiful, Ken?”

“She’s a beautiful girl,” Ken agreed, his voice low and smooth.

“You were his first,” Kari went on, now circling in like a predator in silk gloves. “He loved you. Treated you like a queen. And what did you do? You treated him like dirt. Didn’t you?”

“Yes,” Brit said, eyes glassy with tears. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t look at me,” Kari said, her voice dipping into that mean-sexy-boss register again. “You want to apologize? Then you look at Leo.”

Brit turned toward me instantly. Her face was red, her eyes wide and glistening.

“I’m so sorry for being a cold bitch to you, Leo,” she whispered.

Kari laughed—soft and wicked. “Not like that. You want to show him you’ve changed? Then you’re going to show him. You’re going to prove you’ll do anything to make him happy. Get on your knees.”

Brit froze.

“On the floor,” Kari added. “Right in front of him.”

Then Kari turned her attention to me. “Leo, baby—take off your pants and undies.”

My heart thumped.

This was getting completely out of hand ... and I was 1000% here for it.

Before Brit could even react, I stood up, kicked off my pants and underwear in one motion, and sat right back down at the edge of the bed.

Junior stood at full attention, absolutely thrilled with his starring role in this twisted little play.

Brit moved like she was hypnotized—sliding off the bed and kneeling between my open legs. Her flushed face was a work of art: nerves, shame, and lust all tangled together.

I aimed the phone camera down so Kari and Ken could see her—and see me. On-screen, I caught a glimpse of Kari’s devilish smirk just before she winked. Brit couldn’t see her, but I could. And that wink said everything.

“Grab his cock and kiss it,” Kari said smoothly. “Come on, girl—chop-chop. Haven’t got all day.”

I gasped—loudly—when Brit’s soft fingers wrapped around the base of my cock. Then I nearly lost it when I felt the heat of her breath as she leaned in.

She kissed the head. Right on the tip. Gentle. Slow. Fucking sinful.

“Good girl,” Kari purred. Her voice had dropped to pure velvet. “Now ... hold his cock, look into his eyes, and apologize to him.”

Brit blinked. “Apologize ... to his cock?”

Kari burst out laughing. Ken chuckled too.

I, on the other hand, was too hard and too close to combusting to find anything funny.

“No, dummy,” Kari said, still laughing. “Hold Leo’s cock, and while you do, apologize to him.” She smirked. “Though honestly, I’m sure his cock can hear you too.”

I was half-expecting Brit to back out. To flinch, cover up, bolt for the door.

But something shifted.

Her expression—once nervous, teary, unsure—transformed.

Her blue eyes sparkled now, not with fear but with heat.

She looked up at me, gaze locked, and pressed the side of her flushed cheek against my cock.

Her voice came out low and thick with want.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, breathless, lips brushing the shaft. “For being such a fucking cold bitch to you, Leo.”

Oh ... fuck.

“That’s more like it,” Kari purred, her tone snapping back into command. “Come on, girl—suck that cock. Now.”

Brit didn’t hesitate. Her lips parted, and she slid her mouth over the head of my cock, wrapping it in warm, wet heaven.

I exhaled hard, fingers threading into her hair. Her head bobbed eagerly, rhythm building fast, each slurp and suck sending waves of pleasure right through me.

Slurp. Slurp. Ghhahh. Slop.

Yeah—she was good. Really good. Maybe it was the setting. Maybe it was the heat. Maybe it was the wild, electric energy of being watched and directed.

Or maybe Brit had been waiting her whole life for someone to tell her what to do.