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“Fuck,” she hisses. “Sunsh—” She cuts off as soon as I harshly pull out my fingers. “Wait…” she pants.
“Oh, there’ll be some waiting, trust me,” I snarl.
“What?”
I finally drop my hand that was holding the knife to her throat and her head drops, looking right at me. The confusion clouding her eyes brings a smirk to my face. The roles have finally been reversed, I’m in complete control of Rose, and she can’t do anything about it.
“Sunshine,” she says in a voice that attempts to be assertive. “When you start something, you finish it,” she growls. She pulls at the cuffs with frustration. “I need to come.”
“You come when I allow you, Doll. Welcome to your new life.” I stand back up, towering over her. “Stay,” I order low before turning around.
“Rach!” she barks. “I swear, I will—” She is forced to quiet down when Sam grabs her hair with a mighty hand. Her barking turns into a mewl and the satisfaction it brings me is unmatchable.
“Tsk, tsk,” he smiles. “You come when she says. You talk when she says.”
“Let go,” Rose spits in return. It’s good to see her fighting energy is back; it makes it all much more satisfying.
He lets go, but her happiness is short-lived. He grabs her jaw from behind, prying it open with one hand while he hooks three thick fingers to her right cheek. The hand holding her jaw then grabs the left cheek.
“Try to talk now,” he orders her.
She shakes her head, denying him the pleasure of her humiliation.
“Isaid,” he pulls harder on her cheeks, forcing drool out of her mouth as her lips pull back, “try to talk now.”
She hisses with pain, her eyes darting to me for help. Instead, I calmly tell her, “Obey.”
He shakes her head slightly, three fingers on each side, keeping her mouth wide open. “Say, ‘I’m sorry, Rachel, for disrespecting you.’”
Gargled words come out, saliva dripping down her chin. She squeezes her eyes tightly and stops talking while she takes in the degrading situation. Sam chuckles behind her.
“I have ball gags the size of my fist, Rose. If you want to play, I’ll play harder. Do you understand?”
She nods and he lets go. Her chin comes to meet her chest and she sniffles as she attempts to regain composure. Other than that, she’s completely silent. God help me, I want her obedient and pliable, so much so, she would ask my permission to take her next breath.
Going back to my initial idea, I turn to Lik. While I was busy with Rose, Sam tied his wrists behind the back of the chair and his ankles to the front legs. He’s been waiting for Sam’s next order in complete silence. That barely surprises me, their dynamic is well established, and he knows he messed up. He’s not about to make it worse for himself.
My eyes widen slightly at the sight of his unzipped pants and his dick begging to be let out of his red boxers.
“Tight in there?” I ask with malice.
A halo of jealousy is crowning me tonight. Lik got to play with my girl,mydoll, without my permission. And that is the last time I allow Rose to do this to me.
I’ve seen one dick in my life, Conor’s. Needless to say, it’s never been an enjoyable experience. Though there’s something different about the man tied to the chair before me. There’s an itch I’m dying to scratch when I see him. I don’t exactly wish for him to bring me pleasure, but I do want to see him undone by carnal desire.
Lik is a handsome man. The perfect balance between masculinity and femininity. His interminably long lashes cover his face in a veil of prettiness while his angled jaw, currently shut tight, allows us a peek into his well-hidden roughness.
His brown skin is darker than Rose’s, but they share a golden radiance that shines a light on their beauty. He owns his style with a confidence that puts fashion models to shame.
Groomed eyebrows above deep brown eyes, a certain recklessness brightening his gaze. The gold ring pierced into his nose matches the countless ones adorning his ears. His left earlobe has stitches and I wonder what happened. Did he get into a fight? Did Sam take it too far? Did Rose rage back against him?
Instinctively, my hand goes to his hair. His short curls are much softer than I expected. They’re tight, small, unlike Rose’s hair that goes on like soft, endless waves. His hair is a dark brown, hers an inky black.
My eyes drop to his open shirt. He’s a much skinnier man than Sam. Fit and muscular. Four tattoos are scattered on his chest and stomach. A star of David, three lines in Arabic, the outline of an anatomically accurate heart, and something that looks like a Hebrew letter. His toned abs flex and the letters dance across his skin. Against my will, my tongue comes out to lick my bottom lip, and when my eyes go back to his face, the corner of his mouth lifts. He is utterly aware of how beautiful he is.
A flash of fury courses through my body, and my hand tightens in his hair. I straddle him, bringing my knife across his throat and my lips close to his.
“Did you enjoy making my girl come tonight, Lik?” I hiss in his face. His eyes dart to Sam, seeking advice and command.
