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As her eyes cascade down his body, letting him slowly recover from the punishment, I notice the way they settle on his boxer briefs.

“You love making me proud, don’t you, pet?” she asks, a slightly teasing tone in her question.

“Yes, Madame,” he groans.

“I can see that. Jade, come here.”

When I hear her utter my name, I quickly step forward so we’re standing on either side of Clay’s body.

Her eyes have a twinkle of mischief in them as she stares down again. “Go ahead. Feel how much he loves it.”

When I glance down, looking between Clay’s body and the wooden cross, I see her hand outstretched for me. So I slowly put my hand in hers and she brings it to his body, pressing my palm against the rigid length of his cock, taking up the front of his underwear.

He lets out a desperate moan when both our hands gently wrap around his erection. My breath hitches as I slide my fingers around him, hers settled above mine so we’re both holding his dick at the same time. When I feel her squeeze, I do the same.

He moans again, pitching his hips forward to seek out the pressure from our hands.

As I lift my gaze from his groin to his face, I’m overcome with so much arousal I have to squeeze my thighs together for an ounce of relief.

Then my eyes find hers.

We’re staring at each other behind his back while our hands are wrapped around his cock.

And I know at this very moment that I want more. I want more ofthis, whatever it is. More time watching them or being with them, or anything. It suddenly feels like the possibilities are endless—like we could do anything.

I wonder if she feels it too.

“Do you think he’s been good enough?” she asks, squeezing him again.

“Good enough for what?” I ask, my voice sounding like a squeak compared to hers.

“Good enough to come.”

My mouth goes dry, and Clay lets out a strangled grunt as he presses his forehead to the wall.

“Yes,” I reply before licking my lips. I feel like the answer to just about any question right now would be yes.

Do I think he deserves to come? Yes.

Do I thinkIdeserve to come? Yes.

Do I think we should all just get naked and make each other come all night? Yes, yes, yes.

“And how would you like to make him come?” she asks, looking at me again with that evil twinkle in her eye.

“Umm…” I stammer, suddenly feeling as if I have stage fright.

Immediately, she cuts me off. “You need to be confident and assured. You know what you want, so if you’re going to be dominant, don’t stammer or second-guess. Just say what you want.”

Say what I want? Okay then.

Pushing my shoulders back,still holding his dick, I look Eden right in the eye as I say exactly what I want.

“I want to watchyoumake him come.”

It wasn’t what she expected me to say. Judging by the sudden look of surprise on her face, it wasn’t what she expected at all.

But judging by the way she’s squeezing his dick again, this time with a small stroke, I’m willing to bet she doesn’t hate the decision either.

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