Chapter 47
dirks
“Clothes off,” she demanded.
I glanced at Jer, but he was leaning against the counter, arms crossed, the ghost of a smirk on his face.
My fingers worked at my shirt, then my belt, then my jeans. By the time I shoved my boxers down, my pulse was pounding in my neck, heat creeping up my chest.
“Come here,” Luna murmured, curling her finger.
I crossed the small space, stopping just in front of her. She stepped in close—close enough that the hem of her shirt brushed my ribs, close enough that her scent got under my skin.
Jer hadn’t moved. He was watching like this was a show he’d paid for, his gaze dipping to my throat when she lifted the collar.
“Hands at your sides.”
The leather was cool against my skin at first, and then it warmed as she fit it around me. I felt the press of her thumb when she adjusted the rhinestone charms into place—M-A-D-A-M-E—her Madame, spelled out for anyone to see.
Her eyes met mine when she fastened the buckle. “Now you look exactly how you’re supposed to.”
Jer’s voice cut in, low and approving. “Perfect.”
My stomach flipped, and I didn’t even notice I’d dropped my gaze until she tipped my chin back up. “Good boy.”
She gave the attached leash a tug until I took the single step that closed the space between us completely. Without warning, she pulled off her leggings and shirt, exposing her pretty pink panties and matching bra.
Jer flicked his gaze from her collar around my neck to the curve of her breasts, to her leash wrapped around her hand.
“Message received, Luna,” he muttered.
She gave the leash another tug, and my knees bent automatically, bringing me down to where my mouth was level with her stomach.
She didn’t strip for me because she didn’t need to. One bare foot pressed onto my shoulder, steadying herself as she shifted her hips. From this angle, she stood over me with her legs parted.
With a slow pull, I eased her underwear aside. My breath stuttered. The rhinestones spelling MADAME bit into my throat as I leaned in, the collar digging deep like a reminder.
“Lick,” she ordered, jerking the leash for emphasis.
I obeyed, tongue making the first slow pass through her folds, tasting salt and heat, her body trembling.
“No hands, and you don’t stop unless I tell you to.”
“Yes, Madame.”
I circled her clit before dipping down again. Her foot tensed against my shoulder, her breath catching, and I knew I’d hit the right rhythm.
“Higher,” she instructed, and I adjusted my tongue.
The leash tightened when I slowed, and loosened when she wanted more.
Her taste was everything, and with each pass, she shifted her hips closer, opening more, letting me in deeper.
I looked up, keeping my eyes on her like she demanded. She was watching me through half-lidded eyes, mouth parted, her chest rising faster with every stroke of my tongue.
“No,” Jer snapped. “Not yet. You don’t come until I say so.”
Her whole body shuddered, the leash still taut in her grip. Jer’s eyes locked on her, dark with control.
“I want to see you on your knees too, Lune.”
She obeyed, but his next order cracked through the air before she could let go.
“Don’t drop the leash.”
Her fingers stayed tight around the handle as she knelt, breath ragged, waiting.
Jer’s smirk deepened. “Good. Now suck.”
Jer’s gaze cut over her head, locking on me like he knew exactly how ruined I looked kneeling here, her mouth using me while he crowded her from behind. “Don’t stop. Keep him right here. I want to feel her holding you down while I fuck her back here.”
She tilted her head back, my cock slipping free with a wet pop. “Tell me exactly what you want, Jer.”
His hand hooked into her pink panties, tugging them viciously aside, the fabric biting into her hip.
He spat hard, his spit glistening as it slid down the crack of her ass, landing right on the tight ring of her hole.
His thumb smeared it in slow, filthy circles before pressing just enough to make her shiver.
“I want his cock down your throat. I want you choking on him while I fuck your ass. I want you dripping for both of us.”
She sealed her lips back around me, wet heat dragging me straight into her throat. My knees almost buckled, but then her fist tightened on the leash clipped to my collar. She wrapped it once around her wrist until the leather creaked.
“Right here,” he growled, lining himself up.
A second later, he shoved forward, breaching her ass in one brutal stroke. Luna’s whole body jolted, her cry vibrating down my cock as her throat convulsed, and with it she yanked the leash tight, while Jer buried himself in her from behind.
“That’s it,” Jer snarled behind her, hips slamming into her ass. “You take him deeper when you pull, don’t you?”
I tried to groan, but another savage jerk of the leash had me gagging hard, my cock punching into the back of her throat.
“Keep him there.”
Her moans were muffled around me, broken by the choking sounds I couldn’t hold back.
Each hard thrust from him dragged me deeper down her throat, forcing her to take all of him and all of me at once. She was pinned between us—fucked from behind, choking around my cock, trembling with no way to catch a breath unless he allowed it.
“Good girl. Don’t let him fucking move.”
Her grip was unrelenting, dragging me down her throat in perfect time with Jer pounding her from behind. My head swam, eyes streaming, drool dripping down her chest as Jer’s voice tore through the haze.
“That’s it, Luna. Take him. Look how fucking pretty you are choking on his cock while I fill you.”
Her nails dug into my thighs, but it was her fist on the leash that truly owned me. The collar burned into my throat, the constant pull making it impossible to forget who was in control.
“Good girl,” Jer growled. “Keep sucking him, don’t stop until I say. Feel him dripping down your throat? That’s mine. You’re both mine.”
Her nails clawed harder, my body jerking with every leash-snapped thrust down her throat. I gagged, choked, drooled, leather creaking as Jer pulled her back and forced her forward onto me again.
“She’s hanging right on the edge. Let’s put her over it.”
One last vicious pull, and the leash slapped down against my chest as Luna dropped it. “Now circle your clit. Don’t stop until you’re falling apart.”
She slid her free hand between her thighs, fingers finding her clit while my cock stayed buried down her throat. She whimpered, the vibrations spilling hot over me, and I nearly lost it.
“Faster,” Jer barked, and she obeyed, rubbing herself hard, her hips rocking into him, slick dripping down her thighs. Jer brutally yanked her hair, keeping her pinned on my cock.
“That’s it. Make yourself come while you choke on him.”
Her hand worked frantically, her moans breaking into wet, gagging sobs around me.
“She’s gonna snap,” Jer snarled. “Do it. Make her fucking lose it.”
She gasped around me, and her whole body locked up, muffled scream vibrating down my length as she came hard, soaking her fingers, slick pouring down her thighs.
“Pull him out,” Jer barked.
She let me go instantly, her mouth slipping off my cock. Behind her, I groaned as she lifted her hips.
“Lay it on her,” Jer ordered.
I reached forward and dragged my cock over the curve of her ass, letting it rest against the flushed skin I had been buried in seconds earlier.
Jer yanked her head back by the hair, forcing her to look at him just as he pulled free of her. She gasped, whimpering at the emptiness. He stroked himself once, twice, then groaned deep as he came hard, thick ropes splattering across her bare back and streaking over my cock resting there.
“Up on your knees. Open your mouth.”
She obeyed instantly, lips parting, tongue out, eyes locked on me.
“Finish yourself,” Jer told me.
I wrapped my hand around my shaft, stroking until I spilled across her waiting tongue. She swallowed greedily, licking her lips clean, still watching me.
Jer’s voice dropped. “Good girl. Now lick him clean.”
She crawled forward without hesitation, taking the head of my softening cock into her mouth, tongue sweeping the last of my release from my skin. Jer watched her, breathing rough.
“Now you’ve tasted him,” he murmured, fingers tightening in her hair. “Taste me.”
He pressed her forward until she was nose-to-base on his slick length, licking him clean where he’d been inside her moments before. A low moan slipped out of her — the sound of tasting both of us mingled together.
“How does it feel to taste us like that, Luna girl?” Jer asked.
She moaned again, eyes fluttering shut like she was in heaven.
The three of us stayed right there, bodies heavy, breath ragged, the yoga mats from the party sticky beneath us with sweat and release. Jer finally let go of her hair, his knuckles brushing her shoulder in something that looked too much like aftercare, even if he’d never admit it.
Luna sprawled between us, hair wild, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from sucking me raw. Her gaze moved from me to Jer, lingering like she was memorizing us both.
“I hurt, and there’s no shower or bath here.”
Jer slid his hand into her hair again, gently this time. “I know, honey. Let’s get you home.”
Her eyes flicked between us. “I wanna go to Jer’s house.”