Page 26 of Freak
A quick breath was all we needed.
Summer and I started at each other.
We were ready.
“I must ask permission, Ms. Evans…” I submitted, my voice merciful for her approval. “Release Rafael onto us. No. restraints. No holding back.”
Rafael
It had been the longest week of my life. No sex. No release. Summer knew how to tease me into oblivion, how to wrap her hand around my cock without stroking it, how to draw me near her mouth without sucking it. Her command for me not to come was as painful as it was exciting, because the longer I went without it, the bigger my inevitable orgasm would be.
Summer sat up on her knees, attentive. She tied her hair up into a ponytail and looked over at Ivanna. Summer already got a taste of our third, but I was forced to watch, and it wasn’t easy to stand by with a girl like Ivanna.
She smiled, her dark cat eyes were black and full, her skin like bronzed champagne. She sat on her knees as well, the curve of her torso the perfect dip that mirrored the slant of her navel—a navel that I wanted to turn into a pool of cum.
“Do you want me to remove the rules, Rafael?” Summer asked. She blinked her eyes at me, teasing. Ivanna leaned over to her ear, propping her delicious ass up in the air as she whispered into Summer’s ear.
They giggled. There was something cute and innocent about it, but the Ivanna that stared at my cock and bit her lip was anything but.
She winked. Like it was a secret. Candidly, while sitting on her knees on the bed, she reached between her legs and rubbed herself to the sight of me.
It made me so hungry, that and the way Summer petted Ivanna’s hair, like she was an obedient dog.
“Yes, Ms. Evans. I want this,” I gritted.
“He looks so hungry,” Summer mentioned to Ivanna.
“Starved,” Ivanna replied in that gorgeous Columbian accent. “And since he’s been such a good boy, he gets to play with toys now. Doesn’t he?”
I was already making my way to the special closet we specifically installed for this room, the one with mirrored double doors and gold knobs.
“I’d say he’s earned it.” Summer said.
I turned the knob to the closet, unlocking it.
It clicked.
Ivanna grinned as Summer kissed her neck. I could hear whispering, encouraging her—look at all the fun we’re about to have.
“Good boys get to do what?” Summer asked, crawling her hand up the back of Ivanna’s gorgeous dark hair.
I laughed. It was time.
“Good boys get to fuck,” I growled and opened the closet doors.
Dim amber lights flickered across the floor, shining on the red velvet shelves that held a mass collection of toys and objects we had at our disposal: paddles and cuffs, ball gags and dildos, vibrators and chains.
“In this house, we have no safe word. No means no. If you don’t want something, you say it. And if you can’t say it—if your mouth is filled with my cock—you better shake your head NO for anything you don’t want.” I pulled out a gold chain and choker, wrapping it around my hands.
Ivanna and Summer stood up from the bed and met me at the closet, their nude bodies the most unbearable tease as they locked arms together while reaching my side. They were already kissing.
“Do you understand the rules?” Summer asked Ivanna, making sure.
Ivanna nodded.
“We play safe, as well. We’re tested. And as for you?—”
“I’m good,” Ivanna said assertively, knowing the importance. “Safety is crucial when you have interests like I do.”
