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“Time to unwrap your presents,” Micah replies, unfastening the button of his jeans.
“Do you want to know what I really want?” I ask them.
Jensen reaches behind his shoulder and pulls his shirt over his head, watching me intently.
“What do you want, little Quinn?” Damien asks from across the room.
“I want full control over all three of you,” I announce. “You do exactly as I say.”
Damien, Jensen, and Micah stand before me, observing my every move. Taking in my request. Silent as can be.
Until Micah steps forward, dropping to his knees.
“Do what you want with me,” he breathes. “For you, I’ll do anything.”
Jensen joins in, kneeling beside him, vulnerably gazing up at me. “Anything,” he agrees.
My eyes set on Damien. And without any hesitation, he kneels, before crawling over to me.
“Look at us, your little pets, sitting at your feet,” he says. “Use me, Quinn. Use all of us. With you, we have no boundaries.”
“Good boys,” I praise, running my fingers through Micah’s hair, still damp from our shower. “Now, stand.”
He obeys.
As soon as Damien and Jensen begin to stand, I firmly grip their shoulders, pushing them back down. “No,” I scold, clicking my tongue. “Just Micah.”
He towers over my small frame, staring submissively into my eyes.
Skimming the hem of his jeans with my fingertips, I give them a small tug. “I want these off,” I say, confidence bursting through me. “Now.”
Within seconds, he pulls them down, stepping out from them before kicking them off to the side. The large bulge of his erection twitches with anticipation beneath his boxers.
Rubbing his cock over the thin material, I eagerly grin. “These, too.”
He pulls them down, slowly, and his cock springs free. The room is so quiet; all you can hear is the crackling wood in the fireplace. Micah waits patiently for his next instruction. I never expected them to give me so much power. To submit to me.
It goes straight to my head as I take full control.
“On the couch,” I order.
He obeys.
“Touch yourself.”
Wrapping his tattooed fingers around his shaft, he slowly strokes himself from tip to base, cupping his balls with his other hand. A quiet moan catches in his throat as he watches me strip off my clothes.
“Good,” I murmur, leaning onto the couch, and straddling his waist. “You’re my toy. I’ll do what I want with you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, baby,” he impatiently whispers, firmly gripping my thighs.
Positioning the tip of his cock at my entrance, I slowly lower myself onto him, accepting him inch by inch. Locking my fingers around his wrists, I lift his arms, pinning them to the couch. Rolling my hips, and grinding my clit against his pelvis, I ride him with an urgency.
As if my life depends on it.
Entirely lost in the moment, my mind wanders, and time passes by. Flashbacks of Micah and Jensen together earlier this morning replays in my head, again and again. My pussy clenches tighter around him. My inner thighs are completely drenched with my juices as I bounce onto him with force, my ass smacking against his bare thighs.
“Oh, fuck,” he roars, his hands turning into tight fists.
