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“She’s even better with her mouth.” Rhett’s voice turns low, just for me. “Show him, baby.”

Ryker lifts himself onto the edge of the tub and pushes his trunks farther down. I see the full Jacob’s ladder for the first time. Seven piercings down the underside of his shaft.

I look at Rhett one more time. His hand comes to the back of my neck, fingers threading into my hair, and he guides me forward. I go because I’m Daddy’s good girl and he told me to show off. And because I know he’s going to reward me for it.

I take Ryker into my mouth. The studs drag against my tongue, one after another, and Ryker groans. His hand grips the edge of the tub, and his hips push forward, feeding me more. I work him the way Rhett taught me, because everything I know about sucking cock I learned on his father’s dick. That fact alone should be enough to send me straight to hell, but I’m also wet and horny as fuck with both of them playing with me.

Rhett moves behind me in the water. His hands grip my hips and pull my ass back against him. I feel his cock press against me, and he pushes my bikini bottom to the side. His bare cock slides against my pussy, and I moan around Ryker.

“That’s my good girl.” Rhett rubs the head of his cock along my slit. “Take his cock the way I taught you, baby.”

He pushes inside me, and my moan vibrates around Ryker’s cock. Ryker groans and his hand finds the back of my head, pressing me down. I’m full from both ends, and my body is on fire from how good Rhett feels. His barbell hits the spot that makes my legs go weak, and I grip Ryker’s thighs to keep myself steady.

Ryker fucks my mouth without patience. He’s rough, direct, and he takes what he wants, exactly what I expected from Rhett’s son.

Rhett fucks me slow and deep. Each thrust is deliberate, and his hand wraps around my throat from behind while his cock fills me. He can feel the way I’m swallowing his son. The water sloshes against the sides of the tub. The combination of Ryker in my mouth and Rhett inside my pussy is overwhelming. My orgasm builds fast and hard.

“Rhett.” I pull off Ryker long enough to moan his name, because when the hardest orgasms hit, it’s his name that comes out. I moan his name as I come. My pussy clenches around him, and my whole body shakes in the water while his hand tightens on my throat and holds me through it.

Ryker grabs my hair and pulls my mouth back to his cock. He’s close, and he doesn’t care that I just screamed his father’s name as he fucked me. He thrusts hard and finishes in my mouth. His groan is low and satisfied, and I swallow because that’s what Daddy taught me to do. Ryker’s body relaxes, and he leans back and runs his hand through his wet hair.

Rhett doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking me, harder now, his hand tight on my throat. Ryker watches from the edge while Rhett bends me over the side of the tub and takes what’s his. His thrusts are savage and possessive and nothing like the rhythm he started with. I push back against every stroke because this is what I need. The confirmation that I’m still his.

“Daddy.” I grab the edge of the tub and push my ass back against him.

His dick pulses inside me. His hand tightens on my throat and he groans through his teeth. The heat of him fills me, and his body presses against my back while he stays buried deep. His forehead drops against the back of my neck, and his grip on my throat softens.

Ryker finishes his drink and stands. “That was great, beautiful. I’m off to bed after a long day.” He looks at me with something I can’t quite read. Like he knows something I don’t. “I think this is going to work out fine.”

He grabs a towel and walks inside without looking back. He really doesn’t give a fuck that his father is fucking me. What if Rhett is the one who gets me pregnant? He’s never worn a condom with me, and I’ve never been on the pill. Is that their plan all along? But if so, why wouldn’t Rhett just be with me. Is it because of Elise? Is it the Council insisting that I have to marry Ryker?

Fuck. I have far more questions than answers. And I know I won’t get anything out of Rhett. At least not yet.

Rhett pulls out of me and turns me around in the water. His hand goes to my throat, and he presses his lips to my forehead. Then he kisses my mouth, deep and slow, his tongue against mine. I grab the back of his neck and hold him there because I don’t ever want to stop kissing this man.

He wraps me in a towel and carries me inside and up the stairs to his bedroom. He drops me on his sheets and strips the towel off my body. He stands at the foot of the bed looking down at me. His cock is hard again. The barbell catches the low light from the bedside lamp, and I spread my legs for him because I don’t need to be told anymore.

“Hands behind your back, baby.”

I roll onto my stomach and put my wrists together at the base of my spine. He pulls the silk tie from his nightstand drawer and wraps it around my wrists, tying it tight. Then he flips me over onto my back. The pressure of my own weight pins my bound hands beneath me. I can’t move them. I can’t reach for him. I can’t do anything except lie here with my arms crushed under my body, my legs spread, and wait for whatever he decides to give me.

He settles between my legs and pushes his hard dick inside my waiting pussy, watching my face while filling me with every inch. He frames my jaw with one hand, tilting my face so I can’t look anywhere except at him.

“Who do you belong to?” His voice is low and rough and his hips roll against mine.

“You.” I don’t hesitate. “I belong to you, Daddy.”

“And who did you think about when his dick was in your mouth?”

“You.” My voice breaks because it’s true, and because the way he’s looking at me is more raw and real than anything he’s ever given me. “It’s always you. It’s only ever going to be you.”

He kisses me. His mouth covers mine, and he swallows the sound I make when he thrusts deeper. My fingers strain behind my back, desperate to touch him, but I can’t. I arch up into his chest because it’s the only way I can get closer, and he presses me back down, his hand on my throat, his weight holding me flat against my own bound wrists.

“Don’t fight it.” His mouth drags across my jaw. “Take what I give you.”

I stop fighting. My body sinks into the mattress, and my trapped hands go still beneath me.

He rewards me with harder thrusts that makes me moan into his mouth. I can feel it in the way his hand shakes against my jaw. In the way his kisses get deeper when I say his name. He won’t say what this is, but his body is saying it for him.