The Baby (The Boss 5)

“Tonight, I’ve decided to loan you to my friend. He’ll use you as he likes, and you’ll let him,” Neil stated. “You may not object to a single command, except to safe word. You are nothing but a gift to please my friend. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” My clit pulsed almost painfully.

“Thank you, Leif,” Emir said with a sly smile. Another false name. Just as Neil had adopted Leif as his identity at the exclusive Parisian sex club they both belonged to, “Emir” was actually El-Mudad ibn Farid ibn Abdel Ati. Like Neil, El-Mudad was a billionaire with a penchant for kinky sex. He and Neil had planned this together, and that could only be to my advantage.

Emir reached for the tie of my dress and gave it a tug. It fell open, and he took in my body before pushing the sleeves down my shoulders. “Beautiful. Just as I remember.”

“What do you say, Chloe?” Neil prompted.

I met Emir’s gaze as my dress slid to the floor. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Emir slipped his fingers beneath my bra straps. “Take this off.”

I’d only just gotten dressed, but I’d known I wouldn’t be dressed for long. The disrobing lifted my arousal. At that point, my bra was as much a sex toy as any of the vibrators in the toy closet.

As I unhooked my bra and slid it down, Emir moved to stand behind me. He pulled me back with a hand covering my throat. The other hand slipped into my panties.

“Look me in the eye, Chloe,” my Sir ordered. I did as he commanded and saw the dark fire of possessiveness kindling there.

“He’s jealous,” Emir whispered against my ear. He rubbed my clit with his fingertips. “He’ll punish you after this, you know.”

I nodded. I wasn’t supposed to speak.

“How will you punish her, Leif?” Emir asked, the hand at my neck skimming down to my breast.

Neil leaned with his elbow on the arm of the chair and brought his hand to his face, his fingers curved thoughtfully in front of his mouth. He got off on his jealousy, and on punishing me, especially. With a long sigh, he said, “The cane, I think. We haven’t done that in a while.”

My nerves sang with joy at the promise of pain, and the pleasure that would come with it.

And before it. My clit pounded under Emir’s talented fingers. He wedged one foot between mine and whispered, “Spread for me.”

I widened my stance, offering him better access. His other hand cupped my breast, kneading it, and I leaned against him for support.

“I could make you come like this,” he murmured against my ear. “I’ve missed the way you gush over my hand.”

My knees trembled.

“But I can wait a little longer.” He pulled both of his hands away, and I stumbled. “Get on your knees.”

That would definitely feed Neil’s jealousy. Only he was my Sir. To hear Emir give me an order, and to watch me follow it, would go much further than simple sex. It might actually threaten Neil.

I knelt before Emir, and he unzipped his pants. I expected him to pull a condom from his pocket, but Neil said behind me, “My friend and I discussed making some changes to our precautions, now that we’re the only partners he sees.”

My heart leapt, my Sophie heart

, not the part of me who was a submissive. Emir was, like, exclusive with us? I grinned up at him. I couldn’t wait to tell him how happy this new development made me.

He was going to get the most enthusiastic blowjob ever.

“Are you comfortable forgoing extra protection?” Neil asked.

As submissive as I was during our sex play, Neil would never put me at real risk—as my husband or as my Dom. And Emir was one of the most cautious lovers we’d ever had, almost pathologically so. I was safe with both of them, and my IUD had me covered on the reproductive front.

The thought of doing all the dirty things we never really got to do with Emir, like swallowing his cum or letting him come inside me, made me feel like I was on a shopping spree through a whole new land of sexual perversion. “I’m absolutely comfortable with that.”

My desire renewed by this declaration of sexual monogamy between the three of us, I obediently opened my mouth for Emir’s cock. His pubic hair was neatly clipped, and his penis long, hard, and smooth—without the pronounced veiny ridges Neil’s had. I wanted to know what Emir would feel like inside me, without the barrier of a condom between us. I hoped he would fuck me, and this wasn’t all just a massive tease.

“Hands behind my back?” I asked as he brushed the head of his cock over my lips.