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It’s terrifying.
It’s fucking intoxicating.
She moans around my cock, the vibration shooting straight through me. Her head bobs faster, cheeks hollowing as she works me with perfect, sinful pressure. I’m panting, thighs trembling, completely at her mercy.
And I’ve never been harder in my life.
I’m right on the edge, thighs tight, hips straining forward as much as the tie behind my back will allow. Ari’s mouth is hot and perfect around me, sucking with that relentless rhythm that makes my brain short-circuit. My breathing is ragged, jaw clenched, every muscle locked as I fight not to thrust too hard into her throat.
I’m about to come when the door rattles.
“You didn’t lock it?” I hiss, panic slamming into me. My hands are completely useless behind my back, and my dick is out, wet from her mouth, throbbing in the cool air of Mama B’s office.
The Dukes are going to fucking kill me.
Forget about my balls. They’re gonna string my body from the rafters and use me for target practice.
The door swings open.
DK sticks his head in, eyebrows raised. “There you are. I thought you took off.”
He takes in the scene in one slow sweep–me sitting in the desk chair, flushed and breathing hard, wrists bound behind my back, and Ari popping up from behind the desk with shiny, swollen lips and a wicked little grin.
“Hi, Damon,” she says sweetly, like she didn’t just have my cock down her throat.
A slow, dangerous grin curves Damon’s mouth. “Hi, Doll Baby.” His eyes flick down to my exposed, aching dick, then back up to my face. “Having fun?”
“Yes.” She nods vigorously while I squirm in my seat.
“I think we’re finished,” I rasp, mortified and still painfully hard.
Ari’s hand wraps back around my cock before I can finish the sentence. “Nope,” she says cheerfully. “Give me a few more minutes.”
DK doesn’t hesitate. He steps fully inside, closes the door behind him, and locks it with a soft click. Then he leans back against it, arms crossed, watching us with dark, hungry eyes.
“Carry on then,” he says, voice low.
Ari doesn’t need to be told twice. She dives back down, taking me deep in one smooth motion. The fact that Damon is watching makes everything ten times more intense. My face burns, but my cock throbs harder between her lips. I can’t touch her. I can’t control anything. I’m completely at her mercy while our King stands there and observes.
“Jesus,” I groan, head falling back.
She works me faster, one hand stroking what her mouth can’t reach, the other gently cupping my balls. The wet, filthy sounds of her sucking fill the small office. DK’s gaze feels like a physical weight on my skin.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Make him come, baby.”
The words push me over the edge.
I come hard, hips jerking, a choked groan tearing out of me as I spill down her throat. Ari moans softly and swallows every drop, milking me through it until I’m shaking and oversensitive.
When she finally pulls off, she sits up, wipes the corner of her mouth with her thumb, and leans in to kiss me deeply. I taste myself on her tongue and groan into her mouth, dizzy and wrecked.
“Christ,” DK mutters, thrusting a hand through his hair. He’s visibly hard in his jeans. “Now I’m hard.”
Ari smiles up at him, radiant and a little smug. “I’ll take care of you later. Promise.”
“Yeah.” He not-so-subtly adjusts himself. “I’m holding you to that.”
Ari stands and helps me get my pants back up while I’m still awkwardly tied. DK steps behind me and cuts the zip tie with a pocket knife, freeing my wrists. I flex my hands, feeling the blood rush back to my fingertips.
