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Yet it might very well be the best thing I’ve ever experienced.

When Markus finally releases my hair and Grigory pulls out, I collapse on the couch like I’ve been hit with a tranquilizer gun. My limbs are dull and heavy, my mind blissfully numb. I can’t even move a finger.

As Markus leaves my side to get some paper towels from his jacket, Grigory leans in over me, grabbing my jaw between his fingers. His eyes fall to the trail of cum dripping down my chin.

He tuts and shakes his head. “You dirty, dirty girl. Now you have two men’s cum dripping out of you.”

His words are degrading and vile, yet he exudes a magnetic power that wants to drag me deeper under his control, and I blink rapidly as I hover on a ledge between fuzzy submission and cold humiliation. It feels entirely wrong to stare into Grigory’s eyes like this when I have Markus’s cum dripping down my chin.

But when Grigory swipes his thumb along my skin to scoop it up, his eyes flaring alight with dominance, any insecurity or feeling of wrongness dissipate as I sink into deep submission.

“Lick it up.” He shoves his thumb into my mouth, and I eagerly suck up Markus’s cum from Grigory’s finger.

“Do you need some paper?” Markus asks, holding out a tissue as he returns to stand beside the couch.

“No need,” Grigory says, not releasing my gaze for a single moment. He drags his thumb along my chin to scoop up more of Markus’s cum and shoves it inside my mouth. “She’ll lick up every last drop herself.”

I don’t notice Markus’s reaction. Because as I stare into Grigory’s willful gaze, licking his finger clean anew, the world around me blurs. Subspace claims me into a dark, floaty space.

— CHAPTER 10 —

CLARA

I wake up from someone kissing my shoulder, a hand sliding across my stomach, gently caressing.

Moaning, I crane my neck and lean into the touch.

“Good morning, sweetie,” Markus says in a husky voice, revealing that he’s just woken too. “It’s good to have you back in my bed.”

“Hmm.” I slip my hand onto his chest, feeling the familiar contours and soaking up his warmth. “It’s good to be back.”

“Have you slept well?” He slides his fingers across my cheek and into my hair as he watches me.

“Like a baby.”

A smile spreads across his face as he cocks his head. “Two cocks at the same time… better than any sleeping pill, huh?”

Heat seeps into my cheeks as I press my lips together and nod. “Much better.”

I swirl my fingers in the smattering of hair below his navel, and heat rushes through me when I accidentally grace his cock. His very hard, erect cock.

“A little lower, sweetie,” Markus urges.

My breathing quickens as I follow the trail farther down, staring up at him with parted lips as I go. When I reach the base of his cock, I take my time slipping my fingers around it and moving them up the length with featherlight strokes.

His eyes fall shut as he groans. He likes a little teasing. But when I slide a finger around the slick head and his groans turn to growls, I know it’s over.

Toying with his cock is like provoking a hungry tiger. When he opens his eyes again, they’re dark with dominant intent. “Scoot down,” he demands.

I shimmy down the mattress as he positions himself above me, hands on each side of my head and hips lifted.

“Take me in your mouth,” he orders as I lie below his long length.

I slide my fingertips over his length and smile as he jerks from the sensation.

“No teasing,” he reprimands in a growly tone, and I quickly take his length inside. I don’t get to do much before he’s pushing on himself, forcing his way into my throat. With my gag reflex being harder to control in the mornings, it takes him a couple of tries before I manage to relax my throat enough to let him in.

“Good girl,” he says once he’s all the way in, blocking my airflow and filling me in a most intrusive way that stirs all my submissive instincts. I lie completely still, water seeping from my eyes as I struggle to keep my throat relaxed. I manage until he pulls out and gives me a short reprieve before he starts moving. In and out in slow motions. But as he gets closer to his release, he picks up speed, and it becomes impossible to control the reflex.

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