“The collar’s not for her.”
Jeremy chuckled low, but didn’t look at me. “Iknowwho it’s for.”
He looked down at her—bare, waiting, beautiful—and stepped close enough that his cock brushed the back of her neck.
“I’m reminding her that she has toearnthe right to bossyouaround.”
Luna sucked in a sharp breath, her thighs twitching.
He pointed at the edge of the bed—looking straight at me. “Sit.”
I dropped the towel, took two steps, and sat down where he told me to, cock hard, throbbing, leaking precum across my thigh like I was already halfway to coming fromwatching.
Jeremy dropped his towel and stepped around to her side. His cock hung heavy, flushed, perfect, inches from her lips.
“You gonna be good for me, honey?” he asked her, voice rough as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and tilted her head up.
“Yes, Sir.”
Fuck. I twitched.
She sounded so small when she said it. So needy. All that bite she gave me? Gone in his hands.
My heart thudded.
Jeremy glanced in my direction. “Watch.”
I did as he said because she might control me, but he controlledeverything.
Jeremy didn’t hold back. He twisted one hand in Luna’s hair, the other braced at her jaw, and he fucked her mouth like he owned it. No warm-up. There was only the wet slap of his cock hitting the back of her throat over and over, her body jolting with each punishing thrust.
She knelt on the ground, spit trailing down her chin, fingers wrapped tight around the collar resting in her lap. She held it with both hands like something sacred, even as her mascara streaked and her moans turned to choked-off gasps.
Shelovedit.
I could see it in every inch of her—the way her thighs tensed, the way her back arched when he held her down, the way her fingers clutched the leather.
It was the same reason I loved when she pulled my hair, when she straddled me and made me hold still, when her voice dropped low and she told me I was hers. It wasn’t weakness. Itwasn’t loss of control. It was being wantedso completely.It was the definition of true surrender.
Jeremy looked like a fucking god. Every thrust of his hips was calculated. He groaned once as her throat tightened around him. His head dropped back, chest rising and falling with ragged, barely contained restraint.
I was sitting on the edge of the bed, my fists clenched at my thighs to keep from touching myself. My whole body ached, jaw tight, heart racing. I was burning for it.
But I hadn’t moved.
This wasn’t about getting off. This was about respect. Aboutbelonging.
I’d been with men in the past when I used to go to sex clubs, but Jeremy and I had never gone there. We’d always kept it focused on her—our gravity, our anchor, our center. The idea of touching him, being touched by him... it hovered at the edges of my desire. He never showed interest. I always assumed he was straight.
I think.
I mean, he neversaidotherwise.
I never asked because Luna had always been enough. But the more I got to know him, the more I realized I’d share that with him if he ever wanted it.
My cock throbbed, a hot, aching pulse that matched the frantic beat of my heart. I needed to touch myself so bad it hurt, but I couldn’t, not without permission.
I swallowed back every trace of pride I had left, looked at the two of them—my center and my command—and forced the words out past my dry throat. “Madame. Sir... ”
