Emmy nodded. “Yes. A beginning.” She smiled. “I can’t wait to keep building it. Thanks for taking me seriously and looking.”
“Always,” Zander said. “Now eat your breakfast. Both of you.”
She stared at him a few seconds, then lifted her fork. “Only because I’m hungry anyway. You’re getting good at figuring out what you can pretend to order me to do, and I just want to go on record as saying I see what you’re doing.”
He laughed, leaned so he could kiss her temple, and sat back up. “I’ve always loved the way your mind works.”
They ate in comfortable silence a few moments, the weight of revelation settling around them.
“Spence still has the plug in,” Emmy noted. “How long will you leave it in? How often do you plug him outside of scenes?”
“He’s often plugged in the hours before a scene, and frequently in the hours after an intense one. Occasionally, I’ll plug him when a scene isn’t planned, merely because I can. His mind is his own outside of scenes, but his body is mine inandout of scenes.”
Heat crept up Spence’s neck. “It stays in until Sir wants it out.”
Zander’s smile was slow and wicked. “And I rather like knowing you’re carrying me inside you, but you have a lot on your plate today, so I’ll probably remove it after breakfast.” His gaze moved between them, heating. “I think the three of us should reconnect before we go in different directions. Not a scene, just some sex to begin the day.”
Emmy’s pupils dilated, and her scent spiked with sudden arousal. “Yes. Completely agree.”
Spence’s cock stirred, but he merely said, “Yes, Sir.”
They finished breakfast quickly after that, anticipation building in the air like static electricity.
Spence ate a little faster, and he was pretty sure Emmy did, too.
When the food was gone, Zander stood and pulled his sweater off in one fluid motion, revealing the sculpted lines of his chest, cool skin gleaming under the lamp’s glow. He met Emmy’s eyes, a challenge and invitation in one, before turning to Spence.
“On the bed, Dearest. All fours.”
Spence’s heart stuttered, and he obeyed immediately, hanging his robe on the hook before crawling onto themattress. The plug shifted inside him with a delicious pressure that made him bite back a groan. The sheet was cool under his palms, his body already aching in the best ways. Would they let him come? Part of him hoped so, but a bigger part wished for denial, so he could go through the day remembering that they were fulfilled but he was not.
But it didn’t matter, really. His job was to follow orders and be whatever they needed in the moment.
In the outer room, Emmy started to speak and stopped, then Zander said, “We’ll communicate this way.”
He heard the pen on the paper, knew the two were writing instead of talking. Planning so Spence couldn’t hear.
And that was perfect.
Moments later, Emmy entered and settled before him, legs spread wide in invitation. He breathed in her scent — full-on arousal — and his mouth watered while his dickthrobbed.
Emmy’s gaze locked with Zander’s over Spence’s back, a clash of equals, both predators reveling in the bridge between them. Power thrummed, not in commands but in the unspoken. Spence was theirs to use, to consume.
Zander knelt behind him, hands cool on Spence’s hips, easing the plug out with deliberate slowness. Spence gasped at the drag, the sudden emptiness aching, but then Zander pressed in. After so many hours squeezing around the skinny neck of the heavy plug to keep it in, the invasion was too much, but Spence breathed through the stretch and the burn, fighting to accept his Sir’s cock inside him, to welcomehim in while Zander drove into him in a single violent thrust, filling him completely.
Spence’s arms trembled, holding position as Zander seated deep, savoring.
“Use your mouth to start,” Zander ordered, voice rough with want, hand pressing between Spence’s shoulder blades to guide him forward. “No hands yet.”
Spence lowered his face between Emmy’s thighs and started gentle, tongue flattening broad and slow along her slit, lapping up her essence like it was the sweetest honey. Emmy moaned, hips arching, her fingers threading into his hair without directing him. He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue, teasing flicks that had her thighs tensing around his ears, then sucked it softly into his mouth, humming vibration against the swollen nub.
Above him, Zander moved with deep thrusts that rocked Spence forward, burying his face deeper into Emmy’s pussy. The rhythm built, Zander’s cool hands gripping Spence’s hips, using him to drive the pace. Spence matched it, tongue delving inside her, fucking her with it in time with Zander’s thrusts, the dual sensation overwhelming — filled and filling, his submission a conduit for their pleasure.
“Fingers, boy,” Zander ordered. “Give her more and make her come.”
Spence slid two fingers into her slick heat and curled them to stroke that spot he’d mapped the night before. He found it and sucked her clit into his mouth with more pressure than before, and Emmy’s walls spasmed around hisfingers while she gave a sharp cry of surprise, as if the orgasm surprised her.
Her pussy clenched and spasmed, squeezing his fingers in pulsing waves as she shuddered and gasped out, “Fuck, Spence—yes!”
