Chapter 35
luna
My throat burned, spit slicked my chin, and every breath I tried to take was choked out by the length of him battering the back of my throat, but I stayed exactly where he wanted me.
Yet, my eyes were on Dirks.
Poor, desperate Dirks.
Spread out in front of me, legs wide, his cock in his fist. His chest rose and fell like he’d just run a mile. His hand pumped in tight, needy strokes, and I could see it in every line of his face—the desperation, the hunger, the ache.
I’d given him permission, but I could take it away just as fast. That drove him fucking crazy. He was jacking off like he thought I might say “stop” any second, like he was waiting for the hand to slap it out of his grip.
One man using my throat like it was nothing but a hole to fuck. The other, so deep in submission he could barely touch himself without trembling from it.
My pussy clenched around nothing, throbbing with need, the power of it all making my head spin. Jeremy’s hips stuttered, and I knew that sound, the way his breath caught, the way his grip tightened, the way his cock swelled even thicker at the base.
“Fuck— fuck, Luna. Don’t stop—”
Hot, thick ropes filled my mouth, the taste of him flooding my tongue, my throat, and he held me there, cock still twitching against the back of my throat like he needed every drop emptied inside me.
“Swallow it,” he growled. “All of it.”
I swallowed him down without flinching, sucking the head once more as he pulled out, my lips dragging slowly across the tip, licking the last drop like it was mine to keep. My throat ached. My jaw burned.
He collapsed onto the bed. “Fuck. That was . . . ” His eyes found mine again. “Play with him. Let me watch.”
I turned toward Dirks and smiled like the predator I was. “Oh, I intend to.”
He was frozen in place, hand gripped around his cock like he was afraid to let go, his whole body tense. I reached for the collar on the ground and held it up with two fingers, letting it dangle like bait.
“Put it on. You don’t get to come until I say,” I murmured, standing tall and dragging the collar across my inner thigh as I looked down at him. “And you sure as fuck don’t get to stroke yourself when you’re in front of me.”
He dropped his hand from his cock like I’d burned him, his breath catching as I stepped closer.
“Now, baby,” I said, rolling the collar up in my palm. “Put it on. And kneel.”
His lips parted, chest rising faster, cock twitching against his stomach as he reached out with shaking hands.
Dirks’s fingers were trembling as he fastened the collar around his throat, that perfect black leather snug against his flushed skin.
He knelt for me beautifully—chest bare, cock throbbing against his stomach, hands on his thighs, eyes wide and waiting.
His breathing was erratic, but he held position.
I leaned in, threading my fingers through his hair before gripping just a little harder than necessary, reminding him who he belonged to.
“You know what that collar means now, don’t you? You’re mine until I say otherwise.”
“Yes, Madame.”
I smiled, let go, and rose to my full height, rolling my shoulders back as I turned toward the far corner of the room, where the closet waited.
My steps were slow, every inch of me humming with power and purpose. When I reached the threshold, I let my fingers trail across the handle before gripping it.
I paused and glanced over my shoulder, locking eyes with Jeremy.
He was sprawled across the bed, watching with that same satisfied stillness he always had after taking what he wanted. One arm rested behind his head, the other beside his cock, which hadn’t softened in the slightest.
“Sir, do I have permission to pull out my old toy . . . and fuck him?”
Jeremy blinked, and for a moment, his composure faltered. “You haven’t?”
“Not yet.”
His jaw tightened, eyes dropping to Dirks’s kneeling form, then back to me. His cock twitched, and he nodded once. “Fuck him. Make him take every inch. Then bring him to me.”
I stepped into the closet and the moment I saw it hanging where I’d left it—my favorite harness and the thick, black strap-on that never failed to make me feel powerful—my pulse quickened. I grabbed it with both hands, the leather cool and stiff from disuse.
I fastened the harness tight around my hips, adjusted the straps until the base ground against my clit. I gave my hips a roll, testing the pressure. My pussy clenched.
When I walked back into the room, Dirks was still kneeling exactly where I left him. Jeremy hadn’t moved either, but the heat in his stare had doubled.
“You see this?” I said as I approached Dirks. I fisted the shaft, stroking it once. “You’re going to earn it with your mouth first.”
“Yes, Madame.”
“Good boy.”
I reached for the chain attached to the collar around his throat and yanked hard enough to make him stumble forward on his knees.
Then I shoved the tip of the strap-on against his lips. “Open.”
He obeyed.
I fed it to him slowly, gripping his hair with one hand and guiding the shaft with the other. He choked, drooled, moaned around it, and I rolled my hips forward, grinding the pressure against my clit through the base. Fuck, it felt good.
“You’re such a mess for this cock,” I whispered. “You want me to use you?”
His mouth was too full to answer. But he tried.
Behind him, I glanced at the bed. Jeremy’s hand was wrapped around his cock, slow strokes, his eyes hooded. He pinned me in place with his gaze, that look he gave me—the one that made me want to kneel even when I was on top.
“Is this what you wanted?”
Jer’s lips curled into a lazy, lethal smile. “Keep going.”
I pulled Dirks off with a wet pop, watching the spit drip down his chin.
I stood tall, cock bobbing between us. “Face between my thighs.”
He scrambled closer. I lifted my leg, resting it on the bed and giving Dirks a full view of my cunt.
“While you suck my cock, you’re going to rub my clit. Make me come while I use your mouth.”
He moaned and obeyed instantly, one hand gripping the strap-on again, lips wrapping around the shaft, the other sliding up to touch me. I was soaked, throbbing, and he found my clit and rubbed tight little circles.
It only took seconds—maybe less.
The orgasm ripped through me, crashing straight into Dirks’s fingers and pulsing out through my thighs. My legs locked up, a cramp shooting up the backs of them, but I barely registered the pain.
Fuck.
I wasn’t supposed to come.
I froze, breath hitching as the heat of release turned instantly cold in my chest. I’d disobeyed. Taken what wasn’t mine to take. Stolen something that only Jeremy could give me.
I turned my head, eyes locking with his across the room. He was still on the bed, back against the headboard, one knee up, hand still lazily stroking his cock like nothing had changed.
“Jer,” I whispered.
His brow lifted slowly. “You got something to say?”
“I-I didn’t mean to come. I couldn’t stop.”
“You know the rules, Luna girl.”
Shit. I slipped the strap-on out of Dirks’s mouth and climbed onto the bed. I dropped to my knees in front of him.
“I’m sorry. Please. Let me make it right. I’ll fuck him. However you want. Tell me what to do.”
Jeremy stared for a long, aching second. Then he tipped his chin toward Dirks. “Then do it. Show me how good you are with that cock, honey. But you don’t come again unless I say. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
Relief pricked my eyes, and I swallowed it down and turned to Dirks.
He was already on the bed—sprawled out like a perfect, obedient little offering. Legs bent, feet in the air, hole exposed and twitching with need.
I inhaled sharply.
He wanted this. Jeremy wanted this. I needed to earn it.
“You heard him.” I grabbed Dirks by the hips and yanked him closer to me. “You don’t get to come either.”
“Yes, Madame.”
Shifting my weight, I pressed one knee between his spread thighs, the other braced at his side. The strap-on slid along his inner thigh as I adjusted, teasing him without mercy.
His cock was hard—achingly so. It stood flushed and leaking against his stomach.
“Don’t,” I said, grabbing his wrists and pinning them above his head with one hand. “You touch yourself and I’ll stop. You hear me?”
“Yes, Madame.”
I reached between us, gripping the base of the strap-on and guiding it downward. Jeremy grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand and passed it to me without a word. I poured some into my palm, then wrapped my slick fingers around the toy, stroking it slowly.
“Can’t have you dripping and still too tight to take me,” I murmured, coating the length with care before pressing the tip to his hole.
He flinched slightly as the cool lube met his skin, then exhaled shakily.
“You’re gonna take all of it,” I said, my voice a low, dark promise. “And you’re gonna thank me for every inch.”
He whimpered, breathless. “Please . . . ”
I pushed in slowly, feeling the resistance give way as the thick cock stretched him open. His back arched, a loud moan spilling from his throat. I watched his eyes roll back, his cock twitching between us.
“Fuck,” he gasped, “you feel so good. You always do.”
I slid my hand up his stomach, tracing the line of his abs, then across his chest.
I thrust slowly, making the base grind against my clit again. I gritted my teeth and pushed deeper.
“That’s it. You’re taking me so well. You love getting fucked, don’t you?”
“Yes, Madame.”
I wrapped my fingers around his cock, finally giving him a stroke—just one.
He bucked.
I stopped instantly.
“Ah-ah. Don’t come. You’re not allowed.”
He groaned, full-body trembling.
From where I was straddling Dirks, I could see Jeremy at the edge of the bed, his cock gripped tight in his fist, pace faster.
“Don’t be too nice to him, honey.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Harder,” Jeremy ordered. “I want to hear the slap of your thighs against him.”