Chapter 27

“So, as you can quite clearly see,” Dave continued as his fingers, solid and reassuring, slipped through my hair. “My slutty little whore wife is bringing in more cash than anyone else on your site.”

Meanwhile, eyes locked on mine as I twisted my lips along my husband’s shaft, Mia continued to play her fingernail over Dave’s phone. Under her control, the device within me was vibrating. Every nerve ending in my body flickered. Rivulets became sheets, coating my trembling thighs. The aroma of my arousal mixed with the fresh smelling apartment, her flowery perfume, and my sexy man’s hunky cologne.

When I slid my teeth along his pulsing shaft, Dave groaned and thrust upwards. By that point, the ring taut to his swollen root was the only thing keeping him from blasting my face with what—from the size of his taut balls—would be an impressive load. Hell, he’d probably paint the ceiling high above.

Derrin swore under his breath. “Okay, okay. Fine. Yes, Laura’s amazing.”

With my husband’s fingertips shaking in my hair, I backed off the suction to ease my lips up and down his tortured shaft. How it pulsed with need.

I am amazing, aren’t I?

“So, here’s what’s gonna happen, Derrin.” At the reappearance of Dave’s icy tone, my legs shook. The memory of the first time he’d used that voice on me, naked and desperate, kneeling on the carpet, sent shivers through me. Beneath the tiny skirt, my sloppy folds squelched.

“Now just a minute—”

“Look!” My husband’s curt interruption stifled Derrin’s protest. “I can take Laura away. Help start her own website.” Dave’s fingers tapped against my skull.

Derrin gulped, then shuddered when I skimmed my mouth around my husband’s swollen, pulsing knob, dragging my tongue behind my sweeping lips. In unison, both Derrin and Dave moaned while Mia chuckled. Her eyes glittered as she gazed at her boyfriend. Oh, the smile she wore. Yeah, she was enjoying herself. Not just because she was playing with me. There was some history between them, that much was clear.

“Don’t bullshit me, Derrin.” Dave slammed his finger on the phone in Mia’s hands.

As he dragged his digit around, her jaw dropped at the massive convulsions threatening me. Desperately close to losing any semblance of restraint, my clenching teeth tapped along his swollen flesh. When it became too much, I rose and gripped his flared helmet in my sticky fingers. While resting my open mouth on his knob, groan after aching groan blew great translucent bubbles from my lips.

“You need my little slut more than she needs you.”

At him calling me his slut, my heart raced once more. That had been the first time I’d worn the collar in public. Nor had we announced it to anyone else before. Allen and Sheila may have suspected from my office antics, and the pool party, but right then it became official.

“It is who you are.”

Even as I drove his iron-hard cock into my throat to keep from screaming, my pussy and asshole clamped tight about the vibrators. As I stared up from his warm crotch in desperation, he gave me a knowing grin. Then a devilish grin swept it aside. The one I’d come to love since we’d played in a crowded playhouse—long before kids.

It was impossible for me to get any wetter. Loud sloshing now accompanied the high-pitched buzzing from between my legs. As I moaned around Dave’s throbbing tool, the world kept going in and out of focus. He was as desperate as me, thrusting upwards. In my fondling hand, his balls were tight and spinning.

At her quiet gasp, I found Mia’s wide eyes. She’d just figured it out. If I came without permission...

Despite clenched teeth, Dave flashed her a grin while I throated him. He groaned and his quivering fingers slid along my distended pulsing neck, before sweeping the hair from my face. Then his smile shifted to me and widened. His expression said everything.

The new flogger was in our hotel room—waiting. And that was twenty minutes away. But I was so wet. If I succumbed, disobeying him, he would whip me so hard.

Do I want that?

Maybe.

Another of the areas we’d explored during our reconnection time. Spurred on by my reaction to that first paddling, he’d become pretty damn good at what the aficionados said was “impact play.” I simply called it “slut-whipping.” But he would be mad—no, he’d only ever been mad after ... After that night. And even then, as he’d wielded the wooden spoon, he was more disappointed than angry.

But right then, just as we’d planned, he wanted to keep both Mia and Derrin off-balance. My coming would ruin things. Or make them more difficult. They were both on edge as much as we were, but we knew the plan. They did not.

As soon as I raised my mouth upwards to gasp for bubbly air around his pulsating dome, I clenched my thighs tighter. It’d been a while since I lost control. At an office event. Dave’s voice had been so—disappointed when I told him I’d gushed all over myself in the ladies’ room. After the beating, I’d been forced to use my standing desk for a week. Then again, while he “punished” me, I’d left the planet so many times.

I have no control.

Dave has my control.

And I love him for it.

With a murmur, I once more clamped my legs together, trying my best to ignore the wet squelching crushed between my shaking thighs. While twisting my head, I drove my mouth all the way down that steely silken flesh. From somewhere in the pulsing haze that was my world, both men groaned, and a whimper slipped from Mia.

“ ... the income a professional earns for each event.” My husband’s icy tone called out once more and his gliding cock twitched in my throat. “My slut has not seen a single dime other than what you’ve paid her based on views and subs, right?”

How can he stay focused as close as he is?

“Yes, but—” Derrin muttered as the leather chair under him squeaked.

How close is he while watching this? His sexy-as-fuck little girlfriend is over here, not kneeling before him like all the other times.

“But nothing!” Dave huffed as I lifted my twisting mouth once more. “Laura is a contract employee who brings in more money than anyone else, right?”

He loves me. That’s how he’s staying so focused. He really does.

After rising to slurp on that swollen, angry purple head, I glanced at Derrin. His wide-eyed gaze flicked from me to Dave as his lips, those pretty lips, struggled for words.

“Right?” Dave’s hard tone sent shivers through me.

After a quick glance at the papers before him, Derrin nodded.

“So, you agree? You should fairly compensate my wife.” Dave’s hand slipped into Mia’s lap. With a small gasp, her shining dark eyes locked onto her boyfriend’s. “How much does Mia earn you?”

“Uh, she’s not...” Derrin’s pretty lips flapped when she arched upwards with a moan as my husband’s palm pressed into her.

Once more, I was in awe. Yes, my husband. The one who’d eased a finger into the cute, firm butt belonging to my boss’s wife. There he was, playing with Derrin’s hot little girlfriend. God, he’d changed so much. And did I ever want him.

“What? Sexy woman like this. Not for sale?” He snorted, pushing his palm deeper. “Or rent?” A moan tore from her as her thigh lifted to wrap around his hand, sinking further. “Can’t pay you to watch her fuck, Derrin?”

“Well, no,” he replied, leaning forward. A look of concern had appeared, and his brow was tightening. No, his girlfriend was not fleeing my husband’s groping fingers.

“Why? I’ve seen her in action, remember?” Dave chortled. “Sucks a mean cock. Plus, some decent hand jobs. Oh, so she does all that for nothing?”

Her pretty eyes flashed to Derrin, but he remained silent. His fists were so tight, their knuckles looked like tiny snowballs.

“Well, Laura’s not getting paid either. And you let other men fuck my wife—my slut—for free.” As her head rolled backward, Mia’s shiny black hair glistened. A long moan ripped from her parted lips when Dave sank his hand beneath her hem. “Look at the horny woman? Your girlfriend wants to get fucked, Derrin. Needs it. Craves it. Just like my slut. Okay, so not guys. You sure I can’t set up some cameras and let Laura fuck her? Perhaps share a massive double dildo?”

Oh, wow. The images that slashed into my skull had my legs trembling as I jammed them together, trying to restrain myself. Yes, he’d been doing a lot of thinking. But had mentioned nothing about Mia. That was all impromptu. And he was—amazing.

God, who is this man?

“Uh, well, no...” Derrin licked his lips. Those pretty eyes, beneath a tight brow, flashed to my husband’s fingers, pumping his girlfriend under the shimmering dress. As moans tore from her writhing body, Mia’s legs widened for him.

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