“What do you say if you don’t like something?”
“Marina.”
“What do you call me?”
She licks her lips before answering. “Sir.”
I glance over at Ben. “You might be in charge of him, but I’m in charge of everything. Do you understand that, sweetheart?”
She nods with my hand still holding her jaw.
“If it’s too much and you need a break, you tell me. You always tell me what you need, Katherine.”
“Always,” she says, her gaze heavy-lidded with the use of her full name.
“You want me to fuck you while you swallow down my brother’s cock, don’t you?”
Kate licks her lips as she nods against my palm.
“Tell him where you want him then,” I say, nudging her face so she’s looking at my twin.
“Clothes off, back against the headboard, hands flat on the bed,” she tells him in a voice so starkly different from the one she speaks to me with.
It has me hard, so fucking hard that my dick is straining against my pants and I consider being impulsive and shoving my cock down her throat. She chooses to obey me, eagerly. She could choose to give me a hard time, fuck she could decide she only wants to be on top.
But she doesn’t. An equal counterpart to my need to control and Ben’s need to be controlled.
It’s effortless. She’s perfect.
The reality of it all is hitting me right in the center of my chest, but I ignore it. Right now is all about letting these carnal urges free, nothing more.
Ben, of course, follows her orders. Removing his boxers and sitting at the head of her bed. Dark green pillows surround his back as he waits patiently and Kate looks back up to me for direction.
Fuck. I’m so fucked.
I need to rein this feeling in, whatever this feeling is. It’s just sex. Mutually agreed upon, convenient sex.
“Are you wet?” I ask her.
“Yes,” she rasps out.
“Show me,” I say, not even worrying about Ben. He’s probably getting off on the fact that he has to wait even longer.
Kate spreads her legs, the balls of her feet balancing her as her hand comes down to her pussy, pushing her panties to the side, showing me the evidence of what my brother did to her in the backseat.
She’s always so wet. So fucking needy for it. It makes me want her more. I want to hear her cunt sucking in my dick; I want my crotch tacky with her juices and my cum.
Want. Want. Want.
When was the last time I wanted something this bad?
I glance over at Ben, who, as I guessed, is patiently waiting to be told what to do, before glancing back down at Kate. I could easily toss her over on the bed, slide into her with no resistance, and fuck her however I want. She’d take it, she’d like it, we’d all get off.
Yet, I find myself stalling. Wanting this all to last.
She stays quiet as I contemplate what my next move is.
“Come here.”
