Something in him snapped as he dove tongue-first into my dripping pussy. He was eating me so nasty, I started to wonder if he had two tongues. I felt him all over me.
“Mmmmmmm, fuck, eat me just like that, baby,” I moaned.
Amiyah followed, softer but no less desperate. She let her hands glide up my thighs, tentative at first, then firmer when I didn’t stop her. Her lips brushed the inside of my knee, feather-light, then higher, trailing fire up my skin. The combination of her tenderness and James' hunger made me gasp. Her finger tips grazed my nipples, causing my body to jerk slightly, her eyes laser-focused on my response to her touch. Grabbing her throat, I guided her needy mouth to my nipple, where she latched on with the perfect amount of suction and flicked her tongue sensually across it, making me gasp.
“Ahhhhh,” I murmured, threading my fingers through her hair with one hand, fisting James' head with the other. “Serve me, together.”
And they did, I felt a tongue in my ass and one in my pussy, my excitement seeping out of me as pleasure unknown washed over me.
“You eating my pussy so fucking nasty, Princess,” I praised, making her eat me even nastier.
Amiyah was an attentive lover, learning me through touch, through thesmallest acts of worship, her lips and hands mapping me like I was sacred text. James was relentless, groaning against me, every movement soaked in knowing how to give himself away. His tongue was buried deep in my ass as he stroked in and out of my tight hole, opening up for him. The contrast was electric, sweet and rough, new and practiced, worship and ruin, all of it feeding straight into my core.
My hips jerked despite myself, a moan ripping from my throat, and they both responded instantly, doubling their efforts. Amiyah whimpered softly, as if she could feel my pulse through her own, while James growled low, the sound of his need syncing with mine.
“Look at me,” I ordered, and both lifted their eyes. Their gazes locked on me, one dark and smoldering, one wide, wet, and trembling.
The sight unraveled me.
“Perfect,” I gasped, nails digging into their skin. “So fucking perfect.”
I didn’t hold back after that. I let myself ride the worship, let their mouths and hands and voices consume me. Every gasp they pulled from me made them moan in turn, like my pleasure was their only oxygen. My body burned, sparks firing through my nerves until I was shuddering, gripping them both tight. Needing more than mouth service, I pulled James to me. “Spit in my mouth.”
With no hesitation, he let a string of his saliva mixed with my arousal spill from his mouth into mine. I savored the taste, moaning my satisfaction—the rigidity of his length poking at my pulsating center.
“Princess, come get on my face while James proves he’s my favorite good boy and fucks this pussy until I come,” I moaned out.
Doing as she was told, her plush body mounted my face, the smell of her arousal intoxicating and addicting. I covered her pretty clitoris with my lips and sucked and licked until she was shaking on my face. Smacking her ass, I demanded, “Ride my fucking face.” And she did, bouncing all over my tongue, leaving a trail of her cream all over my face.
James fed himself to me inch by inch, delivering deep, powerful strokes. His dick knew it was home as it stretched me deliciously, and my pussy swallowed him greedily.
“You’re fucking me so goodddddddd, baby.”
“Fuckkkk,” he grunted, grabbing Amiyah by her throat and spitting in her mouth before tongue kissing her.
Everyone’s climactic tension had bubbled to the surface and was about to jump over the edge, both Amiyah and James asked in unison, “Permission to cum, Mistress?” Sending me into an orgasmic Astro plane.
“Come with me, nowwwww, mmmmm fuckkkkk,” I managed to moan out, spilling my climax into the eager devotion they gave me as James emptied himself in my sugary walls and Amiyah gushed all over my face. I was in absolute bliss.
When it was over, I sat back, chest heaving, sweat beading my skin. They stayed at my feet, foreheads pressed to my thighs, holding me up in the silence that followed.
Owned, worshipped, and whole.
Their foreheads rested against my thighs, their breath warm on my skin, and I let my hands drift through their hair, grounding myself as much as I grounded them. This was the part no one outside our world ever understood: after the fire, after the breaking, came the stitching back together.
“You did beautifully,” I murmured, stroking James' damp head, then cupping the back of Amiyah’s head. “Both of you. I’m proud.”
James pressed a kiss to my knee, his voice rough but reverent. “Thank you, Mistress.”
The word made Amiyah shiver. She looked up at me, lips swollen, eyes wide. “That’s… what you are to him?”
I exhaled slow, nodding my head up and down. For years, I had kept the two halves of myself divided: Calla the CEO in daylight, who thrives as The Black Dahlia in shadows, but she deserved more than masks. If I was going to bring her into my world, she had to see all of me.
I slid my fingers under the edge of the leather mask, held her gaze, and pulled it free. My face lay bare, sweat-slick, lips swollen and red.
Her breath caught, but then, she laughed. A low, disbelieving laugh that turned into a grin. “I knew it. I knew you gave Dom vibes. I’ve been saying it, and you sat across from me at Olive & Oak, acting like butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth if you looked at it too long.”
I tilted my head, amused despite myself. “You don’t sound shocked.”
