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She used her lips to add to the suction, allowing him to punch at her tonsils as he became more excited. He thrust faster, pushing her head down on his shaft. Her gag reflexes were toned and prepared, ready for him now as she’d always been ready for him in the past.
“That’s it,” he said, cocking his head and watching her mouth. “Hmm, baby. Yes. Give it to me, sub. Give me everything you’ve got.”
She loved it when he coaxed her. She liked the gleam in his eye as he showed her the appreciation, the way he loved having her on his cock, sucking him, tasting and enjoying him.
He grabbed hold of the table and threw his weight forward. “Yes! Fuck yeah, sub. Mmm. Right…there. Hell and mercy!”
His cum shot through his slit like hot lava and coated her throat with his unique release, thick and salty, deliciously his. She had been so devoted to pleasing him. She knew in her heart of hearts that she would never be as loyal to anyone else and regardless of who passed through her life, one look, one crook of a finger, and she would go to Brandon just as easily as she’d returned to him today.
He’d been her first. For a long time, he’d been her only. He’d taught her everything and now, he would set her free as if he had never loved her at all.
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nbsp; She rose to his lap and helped him reaffix his slacks. “Do you need anything else, Sir?”
“No, sub.” He cupped her cheek and kissed her gently. “We’ll play from time to time if your new Master allows it, but for now, you are dismissed.”
She sank to her knees and bowed her head, understanding what all of this meant, but not expecting him to remove the collar he’d once given her. She held her tears and choked back the sobs as he removed the symbol of their commitment to one another. After the choker cleared her neck, he left the kitchen without a pause in his stride.
Chapter Five
“I could kill him!” Kurt paced the length of the kitchen.
After Brandon had made a show out of degrading Coco, he’d removed the collar he’d given her and walked out of the room like he had expected her to follow him.
Of course she did.
She’d been following Brandon around for God only knew how long. Kurt cringed at the thought.
“Man, he was her first.” Zak apparently thought he could be a good voice of reason. “You have to look at this from her point of view. He was punishing her for being with you and she was aware of that. When she was down on her knees, don’t think for a minute that she didn’t know it would be the last time she was servicing her Dom. She knew the score. She understood what would happen when she fucked you without Brandon’s permission.”
“As if he would have granted his permission!” Kurt was raging mad. He stopped short of going after Brandon and giving him a piece of his mind. “Do you not see what he just did? He tried to make an act of comfort into something it was not—something terrible and dirty, despicable! That’s what he tried to make her think!”
“I’m not sure I agree,” Zak said.
“Ah, horseshit. Slip off your Dom-de-Dom boots for a minute and listen to yourself. You’re defending him after he dismissed her like she meant nothing to him!”
“She means the world to him,” Dallas said, interjecting his opinion when he reentered the kitchen. “And if you ask me, everything that supposedly happened here today was symbolic.” He shrugged. “I care about Coco. I do, but you of all people know how Brandon is about her. He’s an obsessive fuck.”
“An obsessive fuck who didn’t return her calls, didn’t go to see her, and had the guards at the gate turn her away!” Kurt didn’t understand why his brothers didn’t see this from his point of view. From where he was standing, Coco and Brandon had ended things the day their mother and brothers were killed.
Kurt glared at Dallas. “And explain symbolic if you will, please?” He shook his fist at the whip now propped up against the bench where Brandon had been seated. “How was that anything short of abuse!”
Liam finally lifted his chin away from his clasped hands and left the table. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
Kurt shook his head. Hales thumbed the door. “Look at the bright side, you’re not Liam. Poor fella has it bad for Coco and after watching that mess, he’s a staggering hard-on.”
“I don’t make a habit out of looking at my brother’s weed-eater,” Dante said, striding into the kitchen and grabbing a banana from the fruit bowl. He took great pains and peeled it. He took a hearty bite and apparently noticing the look of disgust on Hales’ face, paused. “What?”
“That’s just wrong,” Hales said. “Liam walks out of here with a bulge as wide as Texas and you eat a banana after it’s been pointed out? You’re not right in the head, man.”
“Brandon is not right in the head.” Kurt tapped his temple. “Who does that?” He still couldn’t understand what happened entirely. True, he wasn’t in the lifestyle, but even if he had been, he couldn’t have supported that sort of act, the way he dismissed her.
Dante took another bite of his fruit and left the tip at his lips. “You don’t want to hear what I would say to that.”
“We don’t even want to look at you right now,” Hales said. “Finish giving your banana a good lick and blow and we’ll talk.”
“I’m going to find Coco.”
