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By the time the pizza arrived, Amanda was still in the shower. Brandon took the delivery and set everything up so they could eat. She emerged wearing nothing but a bath towel, her damp hair twisted up in a loose bun.
Brandon couldn’t get over just how gorgeous Amanda and Isabella were.
It was still surreal that he was involved with not one, but two women that stunning.
If anyone had told him this a few months ago, he would’ve called them insane.
Yet there she was, wrapped only in terrycloth, bare shoulders glistening with moisture, her shapely, sun-kissed thighs gleaming wet.
The fabric strained against the generous swell of her breasts.
“Come on, quit drooling and find me something to wear. I didn’t exactly pack a change of clothes.”
Brandon nodded, backing toward the bedroom without tearing his eyes away from her.
He handed her one of his oversized t-shirts, and she dropped the towel to change right in front of him.
Pale breasts etched with crisp tan lines from days at the club pool; silver piercings glinting through her perky nipples…
Seriously, if anyone had told him this was his life now, he’d have thought they’d lost their mind.
They headed back to the kitchen and sat down to eat. Amanda took a bite, then paused with a sudden hum of realization, clearly remembering something. She padded over to the couch and scooped up her phone.
Opening the camera, she leaned into Brandon for a cozy couple's pose and started recording, panning around the small apartment before flashing a cheeky wink at the screen.
“You’re sending that to Isabella, aren’t you?”
“Well, obviously! Unless you’d rather send her a video once we hit the bedroom.”
“I wouldn’t complain.”
“Oh, really?” She leaned in close, biting her lower lip with a wicked grin. “You’d actually give me the pleasure of winding her up even more?”
“I’d just be following orders. Technically, you’d be the one teasing her, not me.”
“Nice try… don’t go dodging the blame.”
“Just stating the facts.”
Amanda opened her mouth to shoot back a witty retort, but her phone buzzed repeatedly in rapid succession with Isa’s barrage of replies. She giggled, taking another bite of pizza as she furiously typed back with one hand.
“Told you! She doesn’t know where you live, right?”
“Nope.”
“That’s why she’s practically begging for the address. She’d sprint over here in a heartbeat.”
“Would that be a problem?”
Amanda shot him a sharp look, ready with an acidic comeback, but caught the smirk playing on his lips. He was playing with her.
“Yes, mister. Of course it’s a problem. Tonight, you’re mine and mine alone.” She leaned in and purred into his ear, “Now hurry up, finish eating, and show me what that bed of yours can do.”
Brandon tossed out the pizza boxes and tidied up the kitchen. Amanda had already vanished into the bedroom. When he reached the doorway, he found her lounging on the mattress completely naked, watching him with an intense gaze.
“Wait. Before you come over here, go grab your camera.”
Brandon dashed to the living room and returned a second later.
“Come here. Closer.”
He stepped right up to the edge of the mattress. Still lying on her stomach, she shifted around and slid toward him.
“Now, your hands stay on that camera, understand? If you let go for even a second, I stop.”
“Of course.”
She arched a single, demanding eyebrow. He instantly realized the game was back on.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good boy. Much better.” He uncapped the lens and twisted the focus ring. He powered the camera on and, before raising it, spent a second just drinking Amanda in. She snapped her fingers to pull him out of his daze. “Eyes on the viewfinder, Brandon. Not on me.”
He obeyed, aiming the lens right at her; the signal she’d been waiting for. Amanda reached out and popped the button of his pants, unzipping him and freeing his rigid erection like a long-awaited present. The shutter clicked in rapid bursts as Brandon captured her lying there beneath him.
Amanda let out a low, satisfied purr.
“You’ll see it was worth holding onto all that frustration Isa and I put you through back at the club.
” Her warm, wet tongue flicked out, tracing the entire length of his shaft with slow, deliberate heat.
Brandon groaned. “Then again, I’m pretty sure I can torture you a little longer before this night is over. ”
“That’s…” He gasped when she took him into her mouth, sliding all of him down in one fluid motion to the back of her throat. “…just cruel.”
She looked up at him, her wide eyes glittering in the warm amber glow of the bedside lamp, cheeks sunken around his length.
Brandon fired off another burst of clicks.
She resumed bobbing her head, slicking him with a messy sheen of spit that trickled down his shaft. She paused, lapping him clean with a flick of her tongue, and he snapped another photo before she went straight back to work.
Amanda was having the time of her life. Brandon noticed her bare feet kicking up in the air, a playful sway that showed just how much she was enjoying herself.
He snapped a shot of her legs silhouetted against the window—a soft blue rim of moonlight on one side, amber lamp glow on the other.
Then her hand trailed down to cup his heavy balls, pulling his focus right back to the sheer ecstasy between his hips.
It didn’t take long before the edge began to creep up on him. His cock throbbed against her tongue, sharp waves of pleasure tightening in his gut, building toward the point of no return. Just a few more seconds and—
Amanda stopped.
She smirked, keeping her fingers loosely wrapped around his hardness. Looking up through her lashes, she whispered, “Told you I’d keep torturing you. Come on… your turn to lie down.”
The white-hot peak spiked in his chest, and with nowhere to go, it spiraled inward, slowly receding into a maddening ache.
Brandon stripped off the rest of his clothes and stretched out on the bed.
Amanda shifted over to make room and propped herself on her side, waiting for him to cool down.
Her fingers dragged lazily across his bare chest, long, sharp nails raking him like claws.
She was an absolute vision.
She tossed her hair over one shoulder, arching back into a sultry pose for another shot. Brandon clicked the shutter.
“Later, you’re going to be a good boy and send me every single one of those photos, got it?”
“Of course. Are you sending these to Isabella too?”
“Mmm… thanks for reminding me.”
Amanda slid her hand down to Brandon’s erection and began to stroke him.
Slow, teasing strokes, sliding her palm up and down.
She leaned over to grab her phone from the sheets, unlocked it, and chuckled at Isabella’s flurry of jealous texts, outraged at missing out.
She read them all without once breaking the rhythm of her hand.
The heat flared up in Brandon all over again.
Watching her casually scroll her phone while stroking him stoked a craving he didn’t even know he had.
Flashes of fantasy hit him;of her using him as little more than a plaything, mindlessly getting off on him while doing everyday things, totally indifferent to his desperate needs.
It was a delicious, intoxicating kind of torment.
A fantasy for later. Right now, he forced his mind back to the breathtaking blonde right beside him.
Amanda held up her phone, opened the camera app, and framed a wide shot that clearly showed her hand stroking his rigid cock.
Then she leaned down further and took him back into her mouth, taking him as deep as she could manage while staring dead into the phone screen; locking eyes with the Isabella who would watch it.
She pulled back slowly, sticking her tongue out as a string of glistening saliva stretched from her lips to the tip of his cock.
She flashed a playful wink at the camera and hit stop.
She hit send with a wicked giggle, tossed the phone onto the mattress, and straddled Brandon’s hips.
Before he could even brace himself, she guided him in and sank straight down.
Brandon gripped her hips as he sheathed inside her, scorching hot, dripping wet.
The sensation hit like a hard relapse after months of cold turkey; he’d gone so long without coming that the craving ripped through every nerve in his body.
He wouldn’t last long, and deep down, he silently begged that this time, Amanda would actually let him finish.
Every bit of teasing and denied release she and Isa had subjected him to only magnified the pleasure tenfold.
Amanda rode him from above, rolling her hips in slow, hypnotic grinds, utterly dominating him with nothing more than her gaze. Brandon started to lift himself up, reaching to pull her into an embrace or cup her breasts, but she shoved his shoulders flat against the mattress.
She let out a wicked, playful laugh. Shivers shot down his spine, and he surrendered, letting her set the pace.
Then her climax hit. Amanda moaned, trembling as she tried to fight the violent tremors wracking her core.
She locked Brandon tightly between her thighs, and just as she felt him surge toward the edge, she slipped off him and collapsed onto his chest; denying him one more time, but finally wrapping him in the embrace he’d reached for earlier; a reward for his obedience.
Amanda tilted her head up, still resting against his chest. She could feel his erection throbbing against her inner thighs, aching from having slipped free of her heat.
Strands of golden hair clung to her damp, flushed face.
She didn’t say a word, she didn’t need to.
And Brandon didn't want this sacred, breathless afterglow with his Owner to ever end.
They lay together, catching their breath, completely surrendered to each other.
“Now, it’s your turn, sweet boy.” Amanda ground her hips against his, bringing their faces inches apart. “You finally get to cum… every last drop inside me.”