Page 62 of His Turn

“Fuck off,” she says through the door. I can faintly hear the sound of water.

Jordan grins, still playing with his dick. Eyes closed. “Be nice to her,” he says in a low voice so Nadia can’t hear. “She needs it.”

“Does she?” I ask back. “Because I’m not getting that impression.”

He opens one eye to look at me. “She does.” Like this is final.

So I just shrug, taking his word on that. He’s the one who knows her, not me.

The door opens and Nadia appears. Naked. Her long, lean, ballet body perfect in the morning light. Her dark hair is falling over her breasts like a soft blanket. Her expression is angry, then confused. Then soft. She takes a deep breath. “I’m going home now.”

“Wait,” I say, sitting up in bed. I reach for Jordan and place my hand over his as he strokes himself. “Come be with us for a little bit longer. Then we’ll make you breakfast, and then you can leave. You can’t leave until we feed you. It’s part of the rules.”

“There are no rules, Elias.” I smile when she calls me Elias. “Despite what you think,” she says, her words crisp and clear, “you do not own me.”

I lift my hand off Jordan’s and then drag the white down comforter off him. He grins at her as he masturbates, his cock long and hard, the tip of his swollen head emerging through the grip of his fist on each downward stroke.

She watches him for several seconds. Unconsciously licks her lips.

“Get in bed, Nadia,” Jordan says. “We’re gonna give you something nice now.”

“What,” she asks, “could you possibly give me that I need?”

“Submission,” I say, like this was always in the plan. I just made that up on the spot, because I’m playing the A-game right now and Nadia is so… not.

She scoffs. “You two are going to submit to me?”

I shrug, looking over at Jordan. His smile is so fucking wide. He says, “Within reason. I’m not gonna fuck him and he’s not gonna fuck me, either.”

Nadia takes a deep breath. Considers this. Then smiles and walks towards us. She places both hands on the bed, the same space she crawled out of, and crawls her way back between us on her hands and knees, her long hair almost touching the mattress. “But you’ll suck his cock?” she asks, looking at me.

“If the conditions are right,” I say.

“What conditions?” she asks.

“He means,” Jordan says, smiling up at her like he’s having the time of his life, “if he’s fucking you and I make an offer, he might. Or”—Jordan considers his options for a second—“if I’m fucking your pussy from behind and he’s licking your clit. He might pull me out and have a taste.”

She holds her breath at that.

“I’ll even let you tell me to do it, if you want,” I say, waggling my eyebrows at her.

She sits back on her butt, breasts out, hair falling over them, hands on her thighs like a good little slave, and weighs her options. “I’m too sore,” she says. Wistfully and with regret. Like she’s really disappointed.

“Aww,” Jordan says, pulling her down onto his chest. “Then just watch us, OK? Just let us watch you watch us.” He kisses her softly, making Nadia melt and give in. She twists her body, so she’s lying back on the pillows, but can still see him.

I reach for my cock, which is ready and hard, and then sit up and reposition, so my head is at Jordan’s feet and my feet are at his head.

I know what he’s after. Quin and I used to do this with Rochelle. And I’m all for it.

Our hands begin at the same time. I watch him, he watches me, Nadia watches both of us as we watch her.

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Nadia leans over and takes Jordan in her mouth. At the same time she reaches for me. Her hand squeezing my fist as I slowly pump. “Fuck,” I say, slapping Jordan’s leg. He lets me maneuver, so his legs are hanging over my thighs. I scoot up, until my balls hit his, and Nadia’s mouth is on my cock now too.

“Shit,” I say, shoving Jordan’s legs off a little so I can sit up and see better. I gather up her hair into a ponytail so I can get a good view as she rubs her lips across the tips of our cocks. I have to close my fucking eyes for a second. Enjoy it. God, how long has it been since I had a relationship like this? Even when Rochelle and Quin and I were together last month, it wasn’t this.

“Do you like it?” Nadia asks, her lips wet with spit. She looks up at me through a few strands of dark hair.