17. Seth
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Seth
E ssa fumbles with the chain of my leash where it connects to her waist. It's the only sign she's not confident in her new role. I don't know what her sexual relationships were like with other males, and I don't care.
The excitement pooling off her, mixed with uncertainty, makes me think this might be as important to her as it is for us. She'll be good at taking control, though. And it's not like we want a cruel mistress. No, we want her to understand her worth and that she deserves to be worshipped. Not by anyone else, but by Adam and me? Every fucking day.
"You wish to please me?" Essa asks.
She tries to make the question rhetorical but needs an answer. She needs reassurance because she might know she's powerful, but she doesn't see that she's more than that. She deserves so much, and I want to be the one to show her.
"We want nothing more." I lift my mouth higher up her leg, trailing kisses up her calf and over her knee. I lick a line up her thigh, wanting to continue my exploration underneath the scrap of fabric she calls a skirt. "Will you let us?"
Adam's lips pull back in a snarl at my question, but Essa tightens her grip on his leash, and I swear I see him have a mini orgasm. I don't know where he's been hiding this weirdly submissive male this whole time, but it's not anything he's ever let me see. I doubt it'll be something he does for me.
"I don't know if Adam's been good enough," Essa says.
She releases his leash and steps away. I sit back on my knees, but Adam's leaning against her, and when her weight moves, he falls slightly before righting himself. His cheeks flush bright pink as he straightens, but there's no more snarling or hatred in his eyes. No, he's eager and willing and so horny it's radiating off him.
"I can be good," he says with a hint of desperation that has me biting on my lips to keep from laughing. Essa catches it and shoots me a warning glance.
"Seth," Essa says my name so sweetly that I have to stop myself from moaning.
I want her to say my name while my face is buried between her legs. It'll sound even sweeter then. She holds her hand out to me, and I take it, letting her lift me back to my feet.
I have questions, but she's leading right now. Adam's emotions are still positive, so it's working for him, too. Essa guides me back toward her bed. I chance a glance over my shoulder to see Adam watching us with pink-stained cheeks, blown-out pupils, and so much desire. He doesn't move from where he's kneeling. He just tracks us with his eyes.
"Sit," Essa says, ushering me onto the bed.
She stands in front of me, notching her body between my legs as she runs her fingers through my hair. She's gentle with her touches as she lowers her hands to my cheeks, traces the line of paint on my lips, and then works the buckle of my collar.
"Is he behaving?" Essa's voice is barely a whisper as she lays the collar on the nightstand and unclips the end of the leash from her belt. Her hands return to their perusal of my body. Fingers tracing over the swirls of paint she added to my body earlier today, smudging them as her touches grow more desperate.
"He's kneeling and watching," I tell her, my breath catching when she twirls a finger over my nipple.
I check in with Adam's emotions, making sure he's not getting upset with being left out. If anything, he seems to like it. I wouldn't peg him to be someone into being cuckolded, but here he is, sitting there watching the two people he wants ignore him to be with each other.
"Are you going to make him watch the whole time?"
Essa gives me a thoughtful look before turning around. "Crawl."
My cock jumps to attention at the command, even if it isn't directed at me. Adam's eyes narrow as they flick between the two of us. He thinks I'll judge him or think less of him if he does this. Before I can send him reassurances through our shared mind, he's acting more like himself.
"Don't get any ideas, Seth," he tells me before falling forward, catching his upper half with his hands before crawling over to where Essa is standing at the side of the bed beside me.
Adam can tell me not to get any idea, but watching him crawl, knowing how strong he is, how much he demands of me, and seeing him submit to someone else, someone we share. It's hot as fuck. When he gets close to us, he moves to sit back up on his knees, but Essa shakes her head, and he lowers himself back down.
Essa kneels beside him on the floor, grabbing the chain of his leash and placing it long down his back before gently spinning his collar around so she can hold onto the leash while he's on his hands and knees. I watch as Adam's lips pull away from his teeth, and he growls like the animal he's being treated as.
"None of that," Essa says before grabbing his collar and giving it a soft tug, just enough to test if he's about to lose it with the way the collar presses into his neck. He bares his teeth, the lust turning into anger, but for Adam, sometimes those are the same emotions. "You'll be good, or you'll sit in the corner until I have my fill of Seth. Do you understand?"
I'm going to come in my pants. I think Adam might be about to, too. Why haven't we ever played out this little fantasy before? I mean, neither of us knew we had this kink until Essa, but now that it's been unlocked, I don't ever want it to be taken out of the rotation of bedroom activities.
Adam swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing against the collar, and Essa keeps a tight grip on his leash.
"Are you going to be good?" she asks, and this time Adam grunts. It must be enough for her because she smiles and turns her attention to me. "Take off your pants."
I don't need to be told twice. I kick off my shoes and socks while unbuttoning my jeans and get them off in a few seconds. I sit back on the bed, right where she had me and wait for more instruction. When I don't get any, I lift my gaze to hers and see her staring at me like I sometimes stare at Adam before getting my mouth on him.
My cock responds by twitching against my leg. Essa's fangs are long and pressing into her lower lip, but she seems to rein herself in a bit. She loops Adam's leash around her hand a few times until it's short and she can control him better. Her smile is stunning when she grabs the back of his neck and tilts his head upward.
Adam's eyes land on my lap first, and then he snarls again. I can't read Essa's mind, but I can feel her emotions and intentions. She has so many plans for Adam. I'd be jealous if I weren't part of those plans.
"Do you want to know what's going to happen?"
Essa kneels, shifting her body just right so she doesn't flash either of us. I want to see what's under those scraps of black fabric more than anything. I remember seeing her breasts when I was drugged on her venom, but that doesn't really count.
Fuck, even thinking about that has me wanting to see Adam making her submit too. Stupid, perfect partners, making me want them both in both positions all the time. Whatever, at least my role in all of this is easy and the same.
I'm too preoccupied with my thoughts of remembering how pretty Essa looked on her knees with Adam fisting her horns to make her complacent that I don't realize she's leaned down to whisper in his ear everything she wants to do to him, to us, until it's filtering into his mind and then into mine because he's projecting it loud and clear.
"Fuck," I gasp, the onslaught of sexual scenarios too much for me to keep quiet about. Essa looks at me and smirks. "We'll need more time than just one night if you want to do all that."
Her brows crinkle, the chains and jewels between her horns tinkling as she tilts her head. "You've bound yourself to me until either you die or I grow bored of you. We have plenty of time, I assure you."
"If you don't let me fuck you with my tongue soon, you're going to have to bite me," Adam's response to Essa's declaration of wanting to be with us for the long run could be better, but it's about right for him. I'm surprised he's lasted as long as he has without throwing a fit, but I think Essa detailing all the ways she wanted to use us did a number on his patience.
Essa tightens her hold on his neck, her nails pressing into his flesh until he's hissing in pain. "Did no one teach you manners?"
"No," I answer for him even as he opens his mouth to say something that I'm sure he thinks is clever. Instead, he pops his mouth closed and glares at me. "I think you should teach him some, though."
I reach out to stroke Essa's arm, and she moves closer to me, letting my fingers travel over her arm, shoulder, and down her back. Adam's anger flares to see my hands on her, giving her pleasure when she's causing him pain. It settles as she tightens her grip on him, reminding him of his place when she's in charge.
She turns to face me as she releases her hold on Adam's hair. His head falls forward and hangs between his shoulders as he sucks in deep breaths. Essa trails her fingers through his hair as he tries to compose himself as she talks to me.
"I need to clear some things with your male, but I'd like for them to be a surprise for you. Is there any way for you not to listen?"
My heart all but sings when she asks such a beautiful thing. I don't miss how she calls Adam mine, and neither does he, with the pride that swells inside him. He enjoys being owned as much as he enjoys owning, and I'm just now realizing that. How long would he have kept that to himself if not for Essa?
"I'll feel his emotions no matter what, but unless he projects it into my mind, I'll stay out of his," I tell her, hoping that she's getting close to getting naked and letting me touch and lick and worship her with my body.
Essa gives me a soft nod before kneeling beside Adam again. She cups his face gently in her hands and nuzzles her mouth close to his ear. I can see her mouth moving, the crinkle in the corner of her eyes from her smile, and the flush that grows in Adam's cheeks and expands down his neck.
He swallows hard as he nods, his eyes flickering up to meet my curious gaze before falling back down to the floor in front of him. "Yes, that's fine… I understand… I'll say something, yes…"
When she finishes speaking with him, she presses a soft kiss to his temple. She untwines the leash from around her hand and gently smooths it down his back, being as gentle with him as she was rough not even a few minutes ago.
Before she turns to look at me, she grabs a couple of pillows from the bed and tosses them on the ground. I don't know why at first until Adam grabs them, positions them on top of each other, and kneels on them instead of the carpet.
Essa smiles at him as she brushes a hand up his cheek. He nuzzles into it just slightly, a move so subtle I wouldn't have noticed if I weren't solely focused on their interactions. Essa grabs the end of his leash and secures it to a metal ring on the wall I hadn't noticed until now. Adam scowls at it. The way Essa tightens the leash means he has to sit up straight and watch us.
Essa makes sure she's happy with his position before she finally turns to face me and offers me her hand again. I take it without question, letting her help me off the bed and pull me closer to her. I wait for her to tell me what to do, eager, desperate, and willing to please her.
"Undress me."
My hands move before my mind has a chance to catch up to the fact that we're doing it. Well, not it , but we're closer to fucking than we have been all this time. We did get close during movie night when she had Adam all drugged up on the couch, begging to be touched. Pretty sure she might've sucked his dick that night if we weren't interrupted. I know I was more than willing.
I start by unbuckling the thin metal belt around her waist. She's already removed mine and Adam's leashes from her, so I don't need to worry about her getting tangled, though the cool metal of my leash is still dangling from my collar, reminding me of its presence every time I move, and it touches my cock.
I toss the belt to the ground, making myself patient because as much as I want to part the fabric of her dress and reveal all of her to me, I can be soft, gentle, and reverent of her body.
I step closer as I work the clasps at her shoulders. She watches me with wide pupils and elongated fangs. Our mouths are close when I tilt my face up to make sure she's doing okay, and for a moment, I think of leaning in to kiss her.
"No kissing, not right now," she whispers to me, licking at the points of her fangs to suck down her venom. "I'll need to drain them if you want to kiss me."
I nod, not needing her to justify herself at all. If she doesn't want to kiss, we don't need to kiss. But I am glad she wants to, and it's just her not wanting to drug me right now. I don't know if it's the same when we ingest it instead of her biting us, but I assume it works similarly.
"Can I leave your jewels on you?" I ask as I slip one side of the fabric from her shoulder and let it flutter to the ground.
I press my lips against her throat as I slide the other one off and kiss higher where her jaw and neck meet. I want to pull away, to admire her body and soak in her beauty, but I know as soon as I see her, I'm going to fall to my knees again and bury my face between her legs until she's shaking and crying out her pleasure on my tongue.
"Leave everything else," she says, pushing against me with the tip of one dark fingernail.
There's so much lust in this room right now I could get drunk off it. I'm only a few inches away when my eyes snap down her body. First, they ping off the small mounds of her breasts, the dark nipples that poke out. I want to know if they're as sensitive as I think they'll be, but first, my eyes fall down her golden skin between her legs.
"I'm different, but we're compatible. I made sure," Essa says when I've been staring at her without touching her for too long.
"We know," I say, giving her a half smile before doing what I knew I was going to do as soon as I saw her naked for me.
I fall to my knees, tug her close to me with a hand on each thigh, and bury my face between the juncture of her thighs. Sure, she's different in some ways, but she's still warm, soft, and wet, and my cock wants nothing more than to be buried deep inside of her. For now, I'll settle with seeing if I can make her try to milk my tongue.