“Yes,” he replies with hard eyes.
“How many times did I get set up for humiliation because you brought me here without my consent? It’s your turn. Now rub it like you’re a good boy who’s going to come on the floor in front of your friends.”
His cheeks turn red, but he finally obeys me in earnest, understanding why I’m asking him to do it. Beating himself up won’t do anything for me. But beating himself off? Yes, that’s more like it. His stroke changes nature. They are now harder and full of purpose, in a way that will eventually make him come for me. His jaw hardens as if he’s really serious about the task, and I have to bite my lips not to smile. I’m glad he thinks it’s a punishment because that’s what’s giving him all of his enthusiasm for his task.
I walk around him, trailing my fingers over his warm skin like I’m trying to turn him on, but really, it’s my own exam. He moans beneath my touch, and I watch in fascination as his hand rolls over his cock. He really is the prettiest stalker I’ve ever had. His muscles tense and bunch as he works himself. The other guys’ judgment, and maybe even jealousy, hang in the air. Are they feeling like they want me to take charge of them as well? Ican master them at their own game. I’m a fast learner, and my pussy is so very fucking wet at the thought.
I didn’t know I was power hungry or even dominant in the slightest, but I think everything that’s happened over these last months has changed me. There’s no explaining why this thrill of power reminds me of the moment I overcame my uncle and pushed him flat against the bed. That context could not be more different, but suddenly, I understand the primal need to control.
His hand works over himself as I continue to touch, and he keeps kneeling. My fingers find each nipple and give them a playful pinch to remind him who he belongs to right now. People come and go, and not all relationships last forever, but right now, he’s mine.
“Sable, please?” he whines.
“What is it, baby?” I toss their endearment back at him. “Are you getting close?”
He nods.
“You better not lose your load all over this floor while your friends watch you,” I taunt him as I relish the wave of pleasure rolling over him. I squeeze his nipple and give it another little twist, earning myself the sweetest keen of male pleasure.
“Yeah, Park, keep it in your balls,” Orion whoops.
I turn to him, cutting a murderous glare. Satisfaction fills me as a lump in his throat bobs with his swallow. All of them would be wise not to cross me right now. Maybe I’ll become fair with my power in time, but right now I’m just hungry to wield it. Maybe I want to make an example of my dirty Orion.
“Fuck, Sable,” Parker whines, and I watch in open-mouth fascination as a bead of cum swells on the head of his cock and rolls over the tip, glossing him like he’s a delicious treat.
“I would suck that cum out of you, baby, but then what would you be paying for?”
“Nothing.”
“Mmm,” I agree, pressing my lips to his neck so I can appreciate the quickening of his pulse as he keeps at it.
“If I jerk off, will you touch me?” Orion asks.
“If you’re quiet, I might,” I snap back.
Something shifts as I finally understand I’m not some girl waiting to be picked. I crave the power I have over these guys. I’m wet when I realize how much they want me. I should have known there was nothing vanilla about me when fucking five guys at once was the best moment of my life. I grip Parker’s hair and turn his head up so he has to face me. His eyes find mine, and I see all the lust there, everything for me and only me.
The devotion in his gaze makes me shiver, and all I want is to test the limits of my control over him. I crack a smile when I decide to play one of their own games against him. Still holding Parker’s hair, I flash a look at Lex and Orion both as I say, “I’m going to count, and on three, you’re going to come.”
“Fuck.” He shudders, and the two watching exchange a guilty look with one another, knowing exactly who gave me the idea.
My mind goes back to that first day with them and how incredibly wet they made me. That was the start. If anyone is to blame for my sexual deviances, it’s these guys. They showed me how much I craved this. That was my very first time with two guys, and I was terrified when they came through that glowing door, yet I still came on command.
Now, it’s Parker’s turn. I crouch down in front of him, spreading my knees so that he can see my entire spread pussy. He stares as if he can fuck me with his eyes. They flash in a pattern: pussy, face, tits, pussy. He can’t decide where he wants to look.
“One,” I say as I trail a finger across the head of his cock. His whole body writhes as if he’s never needed anything more than my touch.
“Oh God,” he answers.
“No, baby,” I correct him. “Sable. Say it.”
“Sable,” he repeats.
“Two.” This time, my hand moves over his balls, and he nearly whines at the stimulation.
“I need you,” he says, sounding like the admission is ripped from his soul.
“I need you too,” I answer, placing a hand on his cheek and locking eyes with him so he can see just how deeply I mean it. “Now come for me,” I say. “Three.”
