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“Of course she did. This is Kid we’re talking about,” Dax says, dropping onto the edge of the bed as relaxed in his nakedness as I am. “How did you find out?”
“Xeno. He called me and said that you brought the house down tonight. Punters were going wild apparently.”
Dax chuckles as I ease out of Zayn’s hold. “Can’t say I noticed, too busy getting my arse whooped by Pen.”
“I bet. So how are you going to repay her?” Zayn asks, his dark eyes lighting with mischief and a heavy dose of lust.
“He’s going to fuck me unconscious apparently. Aren’t you,Daddy?” I ask, my cheeks blushing furiously as Zayn snorts with laughter.
“Now this I need to see,” he says, running a hand over his stubbled cheek.
“Yeah, you’re in for a treat," Dax says, reaching for me even though he's directing his attention to Zayn.
"You mean I can stay?" Zayn asks, looking between us as I take Dax’s proffered hand, anticipation climbing up my spine.
It's not the first time Zayn has watched me make love to Dax, and it won't be the last. But each time it's still a huge turn on. There's something about one of my loves fucking me whilst the other gets off that sets my pulse racing and my pussy fluttering. They know that as much as I do.
"That's why you sought us out, didn't you?"
He laughs, holding his hands up. “Caught red-handed. You can tell me to fuck off. It’s your night together. I won't be offended."
Dax raises a brow at him. "You want to watch me fuck our girl, I ain't gonna deny you. Take a seat."
Zayn grins. "Okay, where do you want me...Daddy?"
Laughter bursts out of my mouth, and Dax shoots him a look. "Tell you what, you can help me with something."
"Alright, what do you need?"
"An extra pair of hands," Dax replies, flicking his gaze from Zayn back to me. "You said you were feeling sore, let us give you a massage. Lie face down on the mattress. Put your head at the foot of the bed."
"It'smewho should be givingyoua massage," I point out, my gaze flicking to his stump. He hasn't complained of any pain since we left the club, but that doesn't mean he isn't hurting still.
“I’m good.”
“Dax…” I begin, but he shakes his head.
"Be a good girl, and lie down on the bed," he orders gruffly.
"What if I don't want to be agood girl?" I ask, testing the waters, seeing how far he'll go with this roleplay.
"Like I mentioned earlier, I'll have no choice but to put you over my knee and spank your arse until it's as pink as your pussy for disobeying me. Then I’ll make you take my cock in your mouth until you’re choking on all those words denying me what’s mine."
"Fuck, that shit's kinda hot," Zayn says, meeting my gaze with a surprised laugh.
"You're telling me," I reply, my pussy clenching with anticipation as I climb onto the bed and roll onto my stomach, making myself comfortable as I do exactly what Dax asks.
“That’s it, Kid, let me reward you,” Dax croons, his fingers lightly dusting up and down my spine. "You've been working so hard lately. I want to make you feel good.”
How I love this man. He’s so thoughtful. So attentive. So damn selfless. It’s what I love about him the most. That and his incredible arse.
“We need some music,” Zayn suggests as he mirrors Dax’s movements, making me melt into the mattress as their fingers glide up and down my skin.
Damn, if I were a cat I’d be purring right now.
“I agree. PlayMove Closerby Phyllis Nelson,” Dax instructs, our built-in music system immediately switching on as the song trickles through the speakers.
“Good choice,” Zayn comments, his fingers pressing into my calves whilst Dax pulls my hair off my back and starts gently massaging my neck and the base of my skull. The sultry voice of Phyllis Nelson slides over my skin as easily as their hands do, only adding to the sensuality of the moment. “That feel good?” Zayn asks.
