But then her tone shifted, darker, silkier, her eyes narrowing as if she’d just decided something. She leaned in close, her lips grazing my ear.
“You want her too,” she whispered. “Don’t you? That sweet little project manager with the soft laugh and those curves you can’t stop staring at.”
My stomach twisted, blood rushing hot to my dick, making it hard, if even possible. “…yes.”
Her teeth scraped my earlobe. “Good. I want her too.”
My head snapped toward her, shock cutting through the haze. “What?”
Calla’s smile was feral, deliberate. “Don’t look so surprised. You think I didn’t notice the way she looked at me? At us? That chemistry wasn’t one-sided, James.” Her fingers curled around my throat, light but firm, owning the rhythm of my breath. “You want to dominate her. I want to dominate you. And together…” She let the thought hang there like smoke before finishing, “…we can own her. Please her. Fulfill her every desire, because behind those brilliant, sultry eyes is a woman who’s unfulfilled and needs her limits pushed.”
A shudder tore through me so strong my knees almost gave out. The image hit me hard—Calla’s whip-sharp control, my own hunger to claim, and Amiyah caught between us, submissive and helpless while holding all the power. Ours.
“You see it, don’t you?” Calla pressed, her hand tightening on my throat just enough to make my pulse roar in my ears. “Her body stretched between us, begging for what only we can give her. You breaking her in. Me breaking you both.”
I groaned, raw, guttural, hips rolling against her thigh without thought.
“Pathetic,” she whispered, biting my jaw hard enough to sting. “And so goddamn perfect.”
She was planting the seed of something bigger. Something filled with a level of desire that I wasn’t sure I could handle. Something we’d take together.
She didn’t give me time to think. Calla shoved me back onto the couch, my body sinking into the cushions while she stood above me like a queen surveying her subject. My shirt hung open, my chest heaving, my length straining against my slacks so hard it was painful.
“Hands behind your back,” she commanded, voice like steel wrapped in silk.
I obeyed instantly, the thrill of surrender cutting through me sharp and clean. She didn’t even have to check—I knew she believed I’d obey. That belief alone made me ache.
She straddled me, skirt riding up, the smooth press of her thighs caging me in place. Her hand went straight to my throat again, controlling my breath, her nails grazing my skin just enough to sting.
“You’re mine first,” she said, grinding down against me, the heat of her core rubbing right over my dick through layers of fabric. “But soon… she’ll be ours.”
I groaned, hips jerking up. The thought of Amiyah between us, gasping, moaning, her body stretched to take everything we gave, it hit me like lightning.
Calla’s eyes burned into mine, catching the reaction, feeding it. “You’ll have her bent over this very couch, James. Your hand in her curls, your voice breaking her down. And I’ll be right here… with the whip, with the control, reminding you both who’s truly in charge.”
Her words made me throb so hard I nearly came untouched.
She reached between us, unzipping me with deliberate slowness. My dick finally sprang free, thick, aching, and she wrapped her fist around it, stroking once, twice, firm enough to make me grunt. Then she lifted her hips, slidingher panties to the side, and sank down on me with a hiss of satisfaction.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my head snapping back, hands trembling where they gripped tight behind me. The feeling of a wet, warm vice grip had enveloped me, causing my breath to catch in my lungs. I’d never felt pussy this good, and I was so close to painting every wall inside her pussy.
She rode me hard from the start, no softness, no mercy—just power. Her nails dug into my chest, her breath hot against my ear as she leaned forward and ground her hips in tight, punishing circles.
“You feel how tight I am?” she whispered. “Imagine her here. Imagine the way she’ll cry out when you stretch her open the way you’re stretching me. Imagine her begging for both of us, not knowing who to please first.”
I moaned so loud it bordered on a plea. My hips surged up to meet her thrusts, desperate, hungry, chasing every word spilling from her lips.
Calla’s hand seized my jaw, forcing my gaze up to hers. “Don’t you dare close your fucking eyes while I’m fucking you. I want you to see me when you fall apart. I want you to remember who planted that seed of Amiyah in your head, who owns you even when she’s between us.”
She clenched around me, her pace relentless, body taking her own pleasure without asking, without waiting. The wet, obscene sounds of her riding me filled the room, mixing with my ragged groans.
“Say it,” she demanded, voice sharp as a lash. “Say she’ll be ours.”
My chest heaved, words ripped out of me like a prayer. “She’ll be ours.”
Her smile was a dangerous satisfaction. She grounddown harder, the friction unbearable, exquisite. “That’s right, you’re mine, and soon… she will be too. Two subs, begging to submit to me and please me so that you both can experience the ultimate pleasure.”
My release tore through me violently, white-hot and overwhelming, spilling deep inside her as she milked me with every deliberate grind. But she didn’t stop. She rode me through it, using me, chasing her own release, her moans mixing with mine until she trembled and came hard, her pussy creaming all down my dick, 8.5-inches covered in her honey, nails carving into my chest as if she was marking me.
