I step outside, just enough to catch the man's eye and tilt my chin in invitation.
He rises. Smooth. Casual. Controlled. He approaches with measured ease. He’s shirtless like last time…that same deep brown skin gleaming under the low lighting. Muscles tight, cut, unapologetic. There’s plenty for her to grab onto.
Suddenly, I hate him on principle.
“Hello again,” he says smoothly.
I merely jerk my head in a nod. “Not looking for a big party this time. Just an intimate experience.”
I’m not sure what Aurora needs, but I’m not willing to have more energy in here than I can handle.
His lips curve up, making him look impish and sexual at the same time. “I’m amenable to that.”
I step aside and let him in. Aura has already disrobed and lies back on the bed, naked. This time there are no chains to remind her that not only she is a princess, but that she is to restrain herself.
My stomach churns. This is how I had her. Fully naked, unencumbered. I don’t want anyone else to have this.
The collar is still on though, and it will have to be enough to remind her who’s in charge.
Her smile is cruel, her lips pursed in defiance.
Nothing good can come from what’s going on in her head right now.
Her playmate walks in, an easy grin spreading along his face. “Hello there again, darlin’. You wore me out good last time, andI’d like to test my stamina again if that’s alright with you.” I didn’t notice the slight Southern twang last time. But now I seem to notice every little detail about him. Not for tactical reasons, but because I know watching this is going to hurt.
Aurora smiles and nods from her seductive pose, though there is an imperious air about her now that wasn’t there two minutes ago. “I’d like that,” she purrs. Her eyes flick to me, and I instantly know what I’m in for. My stomach clenches in anticipation, but we have to stay the course.
She gets up on her knees at the edge of the bed. “What’s your name?”
“Sawyer. What’s yours, gorgeous?” He reaches out and takes her hand.
“Aurora,” she announces.
I suppress a groan, as he kisses the back of her hand in official greeting. She should have at least given him a fake name. Now I’m not sure if I want him to survive, knowing what he knows. This is quickly turning into a terrible idea.
Aurora slides her hands over his chest, fingertips tracing every ridge of his abdomen like she’s learning a new language. She moans—loud, exaggerated, and utterly false. She turns her head slightly to make sure I’m watching.
I don’t blink.
When she drags her tongue across his nipple, I feel it in my stomach. Cold. Sharp. A blade grating slowly under my ribs.
Sawyer groans, clearly enjoying the attention. And why wouldn’t he? Aurora’s not just touching him, she’s adoring him. The way she palms his cock when he drops his pants, the way she stares up at him under heavy lashes. She’s playing her part too well.
She drops to her knees.
And then she starts to suck him off.
Not just a blowjob. A performance. Deep throat. Slow pulls. Her tongue flat, her cheeks hollowed just right. Her fingers curl around the base as she bobs, soft moans slipping past her lips as if this is everything she’s ever wanted. As if he is everything.
She doesn’t break eye contact with me.
Not once.
I grip the leash until my fingers ache through the gloves.
Sawyer threads his fingers into her hair. She hums. Pushes deeper. Her throat flexes around him, and she makes a show of choking just a little—then swallowing him down again like it’s a challenge she’s thrilled to win.
She lets go with a pop, lips slick and pink, and plants a kiss on the tip.
