Stormy Satisfaction (Doms of Destiny, Colorado 11)

She stepped in front of Nic and finished unbuttoning his shirt. She pulled it off of him and placed it carefully on the coffee table.

“You want to touch my chest?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Knock yourself out, baby.”

She ran her hands over his muscled pecs and down to his six-pack.

“Now, sub. Take off Sylas’s shirt.” Nic’s rising hunger could be heard in every syllable he spoke.

This is really happening. My dream has come true.

She could feel her pussy start to ache and the wetness between her legs begin to pool. Sylas was wearing a T-shirt, so she pulled it off of him and placed it next to Nic’s on the coffee table.

“Now my jeans, sub. Then Sylas’s. Do it.” His eyes had a primal look to them that made her tremble.

“Yes, Master.” She got on her knees in front of him and pulled his Levi’s down to his ankles.

Nic stepped out of his jeans. His hard cock stretched out of the waistband of his white briefs.

She thought about pulling down his underwear before moving to Sylas, but didn’t. His instructions had been clear. His jeans, then Sylas’s. She scooted over in front of Sylas. He cupped her chin. “You enjoying this, sub?”

She gazed up into his blue eyes. “I am, Master. Very much.”

He smiled. “Finish what Master Nic told you to do.”

She pulled his jeans down and he stepped out of them.

Sylas wore boxers, and like Nic’s briefs, they weren’t able to contain his hard cock either.

“How am I doing at this Dom thing, Sylas?” Nic asked.

“I’m certainly no expert, but in my opinion, you’re doing just great. What do you want our sub to do next?”

“I want to feel her delicious mouth on my cock.”

Sylas grinned. “You’ve got her, Nic. She licked her lips when you said that.”

“I did?” She felt heat rush to her cheeks.

“Yes, you did, sub.” Sylas touched her shoulder. “And it made me want you even more.”

She hadn’t even been aware that she’d done that.

“God, she is beautiful, Sylas. Those lush lips. I want them on me.”

She wrapped her hand around his cock and squeezed.

He groaned.

Grabbing his balls with her other hand, she repeated his words back to him. “Your wish is my command, Master.”

She ran her tongue up and down his shaft and then, circling the head where a tiny liquid pearl sat, she drank it down.

“Fuck, you two look so hot.” Sylas’s words were heavy with desire. “I can’t wait for those lips to be on me.”

“You heard your Master, sub.” Nic tugged on her hair, which caused more moisture to pool between her thighs. “Suck him. Suck Sylas.”