Still… “Safe word?”
“Please. Give me an ounce of credit. I’m a villain, not a monster.” She laughs, deep and sinful. “Tell him your safe word, darling. Alaric will respect it the same way I will.”
Zuri’s small frame shakes, and she watches us with wide eyes. “Hurricane.”
“Good girl.” Ursa squeezes my shoulders, and her lips brush my ear. “I won’t apologize for unwrapping her before you got here. She’s too delicious to resist.”
“I liked seeing it,” I murmur.
“Tell me something.” She gives my shoulders another squeeze. “Those agonizing nights, what did you think about when you wrapped your hand around your cock? Give us all the details.”
There’s no hiding from this. No lying. It’s almost a relief to let that version of myself go. The fake innocent who’s been fucked over by the world. I got in over my head, yes, but I have no one to blame but myself. I made the choices that put me here, every step of the way. The bad ones. The good ones. All of them.
Now I don’t have to pretend to be anything other than what I am. “I thought about her sweet mouth wrapped around my cock.”
Ursa presses her breasts to my back and gives a hum of approval. “And?”
“Not just her sucking my cock. I want to fuck her mouth.” My voice hardly sounds like my own. I can’t stop staring at Zuri, a perverse part of me reveling in her shock. Because shock isn’t the only thing she’s showing me right now. Her warm beige skin is flushed, and her breath is coming faster now. “I want to fuck her.”
“I know.” She smoothes her hands down my arms and back up again. “Come closer, little Zurielle.”
Zuri takes several hesitant steps, finally stopping with her knees almost touching mine. I drink in the sight of her, her small breasts, the flare of her hips, her bare pussy still marked with Ursa’s lipstick. Finally, I let myself meet her eyes. I expect… Fuck, I don’t know.
There’s hurt there, lingering in the dark depths, but she’s staring at me just as intently as I studied her, her gaze on my chest and lower to where my cock presses against the towel around my hips. Zuri licks her lips, and I nearly growl.
“I think our little darling has a confession of her own.” Ursa’s just as tempting as a devil on my shoulder. “Did you touch yourself while you thought of our Alaric?”
Zuri’s face goes crimson. She opens her mouth but pauses and looks to Ursa.
“You are a delight.” Ursa makes a pleased hum that I’ve only ever heard when I’m inside her. “You may answer when I ask you a direct question.”
“Yes.” The word is barely audible. Zuri clears her throat and tries again. “Yes, I touched myself.”
“So honest. So sweet.” Ursa settles in behind me, her thighs on either side of my hips, her body pressed fully against my back. The position makes her dress ride up, and I stroke her bare knees, enjoying how soft her skin is even as I can’t quite take my attention from the woman standing before us. Ursa shifts to wrap her arms around me, idly running her fingers over my chest. “Touch her, Alaric. You know you want to.”
I do. I really, really do.
I check Zuri’s expression, but she doesn’t appear to be particularly terrified. “I’m going to touch you now.” I don’t play Dom nearly as much as I play submissive these days, but communication is key. Especially with a new submissive. Especially with a virgin who hasn’t done much more than kiss another person, the earlier scene in the living room excepted.
Zuri gives a jerky nod and seems to hold her breath. I can’t tell if she’s bracing herself or shaking with need as I grasp her hips. I hate that I can’t tell. I open my mouth, but Ursa beats me there. “I like the look of his hands on you, darling. Do they feel good?”
“Yes,” she whispers. She’s trembling so violently, I might have to catch her if her legs give out. Fuck, it’s sexy and overwhelming at the same time.
“Do you want more?” Ursa keeps stroking my chest, but her words are all for Zuri.
She hesitates, almost as if she’s at war with herself, and finally nods. “Yes, Mistress.”
“See how easy it is to tell me what you need, darling?” I don’t have to see her face to feel her smile. “Touch her properly, Alaric.”
I skate my hands up her sides until my thumbs brush the undersides of her breasts. Zuri sucks in a breath, and I nearly come right then and there. “Fuck.”
“Alaric.” A note of warning in Ursa’s voice, a reminder to obey.
I use the barest pressure to guide Zuri closer, until she’s standing between my thighs. The towel restricts her ability to get closer for now, but she’s near enough that I am able to lean forward and suck one of her pebbled nipples into my mouth. This time she gasps aloud, and her hands flutter to my chest. To Ursa’s hands.