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Secrets & Submission

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At least in the moment she did. Her dark chestnut gaze is filled with lust as the man behind the camera steps in beside her and the sound of the doors closing accompanies giddy, feminine laughter from Maggie.

It’s undeniable that I’m just as worked up in this moment as each of them.

Damn, I want her. I want to reach through the screen and put my hands on her hips. I want to run my thumbs over her jaw and feel that flirtatious smirk. I want to corner her in, a hand on each side of the steel wall behind her and feel the vibrations of her voice when she laughs, which she does often. Again and again in these videos. It’s sexy as hell, and taunting—a subtle game they’re playing.

It’s sexy as fuck. Portraying the act of seduction. If I was there, confined in that space, I’d punish her for it, for allowing everyone to see. I want it all for me.

She’d have to beg me for even considering letting anyone else see that look in her eye, if she were my submissive. I’m rock hard imagining it and contemplating if I would allow it.

With an undertone of something else, something familiar, Ella gets this look in her eyes when she looks at the camera the second the doors close. “James?” She says his name then, almost as if asking permission, or maybe to make sure everything is all right. There’s no doubt he’s her partner in this. He replies easily and with a tone of approval, “Good girl, kitten.”

The phrase brings a glint to her dark eyes, sparking a fire in their depths.

It makes my pulse race. It makes my skin tense. I don’t let myself dwell on it for long.

Not that I’m given a chance. The next scene cuts to explicit pornography without any easing into it.

Maggie’s slender legs are wrapped around James’s waist on the right side of the screen as he thrusts into her. Her eyes are closed in ecstasy and she moans in short staccato cadence in time with the pounding of his hips meeting hers. On the left side of the same bed, Ella is on her knees, her fingers digging into the sheets and Maggie’s hand grips hers. Behind Ella, Noah fucks her mercilessly. It’s zoomed out, so details are obscure, but not so much that the full picture isn’t painted.

“Fuck,” Ella breathes into the pillow before biting down on it. Her face is flushed and her full breasts sway with each punishing thrust. Noah’s fingers dig into her hips, keeping her exactly where he wants her. A thin lather of sweat glistens from his shoulders. The men’s backs are to the camera, leaving the women exposed to the viewer. As Ella’s head is thrown back, her gaze meets the lens, and in that moment, she screams out her orgasm.

As much as I want to focus on her, I don’t miss how James’s concentration moves to Ella in that moment. His gaze stays on her as she calls out her release, balling up the sheets and bringing them closer to her chest. With her head buried in the blankets, Noah races for his own pleasure, fucking her harder and faster.

James takes it as his cue to reposition Maggie, bringing her calves to his shoulder and climbing up higher on the bed until her knees are at her shoulders and her dark eyes go wide. The cords in her neck tighten and she no longer reaches to Ella to hold her hand. Instead, her nails dig into James’s back as he eases into her, slowly at first and then deeper, faster, taking Maggie closer to a dangerous edge.

“Yes, yes,” Maggie chants between clenched teeth, her pitch getting higher as she fuels James on and he picks up his pace, fucking her relentlessly.

Ella claws across the bed, barely holding on as she writhes under Noah, who slams inside of her, finding his own release.

My cock aches with need at the sight of her drowning in pleasure.

With all of them breathing heavily, lips meet the curves of the women’s necks and then their panting slows and small pecks turn deeper. Ella and Maggie got what they wanted. All four of them in one hotel room.

Swapping partners, and once again, they each seek out the camera.

It’s porn, what I’m looking at. Homemade porn. No one would call it anything else. I anticipate that being the end but as James stands, it becomes apparent he isn’t finished. I size up the man and find him not lacking in both stature and frame. He’s classically handsome, dark hair, a clean shave like Noah, preppy even. Toned but not overly muscular. The video captures him pulling off the condom as Noah and Maggie help each other dress. The profile of the two of them kissing blocks my view of Ella, but from the bits that can be seen, she’s thrown the covers over herself.

As James’s condom falls to a trash can tucked under a desk on the other side of the room, Noah lets out a rough huff of a laugh.

“You cheated,” Noah comments from across the room and he’s met with a smirk from James. Fully clothed, he nods at a naked James. “You definitely took a V.”

James only huffs a laugh before reaching for the phone. Again I expect the video to end, but it doesn’t.

“Night, love,” James says and the sound of a single kiss is heard. The camera faces a blank wall as they all bid their farewells.

I’m hard as a rock.

Watching her. Watching them. One moment brings my thoughts to a screeching halt. Her ex is leaning over her on the bed. His hand goes to her throat, and Ella takes a breath. One breath. One arch of her back. And I know. I know it for a fact, what she likes, what she wants.

What I could give to her.

And what I can never give to her.

Fuck.

The rustling of the sheets is heard and the camera is positioned face up on a pillow, so all that can be seen is the ceiling.

“Spread your legs for me,” James whispers and the camera rocks as James continues to fuck Ella, her sweet moans heard in between sounds of them kissing. It’s all audio for the last minute when it finally ends with the camera falling off the bed and hitting the floor.



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