“Fuck.” His word was drenched with appreciation and spoken between two frantic kisses. His breathing had gone ragged in just seconds of being in her mouth.

“Do you like this?” I asked him. “Because I think it’s so hot.”

He blinked his eyes open and they were intense. “Fuck, yes.”

Both of our gazes slipped down to Tara. Her blue eyes stared up at us, and I felt his body beneath my hands shudder as she pumped her lips on his wet, shining cock. With each bob of her head, I’d get a flash of her naked tits.

I traced a line on her forehead, pushing the wayward strands of blonde hair back and out of her way. She looked beautiful like this, and powerful, too. Between the three of us, she held the ultimate power, choosing to give us control, which she could take back at any time. Her eyes were clear and ocean blue, and she gazed at me with longing while I tucked the strands behind her ear.

Since my hand was already there, I put my palm on the back of her head and gently urged her to move faster on him. Guiding her like this sent electricity coursing down my spine, and it grew into a storm when Silas’s hand met mine. Both of us pushing her to take him deeper.

The arm around my back tensed, drawing my gaze back up to him. He leaned over and groaned against my mouth, generating a sound that was pleasurable agony. I snagged his bottom lip between my teeth, nipping at him. His hand on mine, buried in her hair, squeezed.

“Use your hand on him.”

I glanced down to make sure she followed my command, and sure enough, she closed a fist at the base of his dick. It slid easily back and forth on the thick slab of flesh she couldn’t take all the way down her throat. At least, she couldn’t at this pace.

Silas’s fingers bit into my waist. He probably didn’t realize how hard he was squeezing me, but there was too much going on for him to concentrate. The shudder in him was more pronounced when her grip tightened and moved at a furious tempo.

Like he’d been punched, Silas stumbled backward from us. His expression said it all. He’d gotten much closer than he’d meant to. He used both hands to smooth his hair back as he seemed to try to collect himself. With his tie thrown to the side and his undone pants sagging at his hips, he looked wild.

There were no words between us, but a conversation ensued. His hesitant expression wanted to know what happened next. I quirked my lips into a smile and tilted my head. “Whatever you want,” I tried to convey.

His gaze shifted away from me and settled on the woman kneeling on the carpet. In his absence, Tara had assumed the standard position of a submissive. She sat back on her heels with her knees wide apart, her wrists crossed in the small of her back, and her head down. Ready and waiting for him.

“I don’t guess,” Silas said, just louder than the music, “you have a pair of handcuffs on you.”

I swallowed hard. Sure, I did. They were inside the metal lock box on the top shelf of my closet, right along with my pistol and my badge. Government-grade steel handcuffs and the keys, although I’d never had to use either of them.

When undercover, at first you try not to lie, but to deflect.

“Can I buy you a new tie?” I asked, stepping toward him.

He didn’t seem to understand until I loosened the knot at his neck. He met my fumbling hands, sliding the end free until his tie was a ribbon in his beautiful hands. For a moment, we just looked at Tara and savored what she was offering. Her body on display, her submission a gift.

I set my hands on his, fingering the silk. “Do you want me to do it?” I’d restrained her plenty of times at the club, but this was so different. Special.

He shook his head. “I’d like to.” His lips brushed over mine. “Is that all right?”

I grinned. I’d always demanded a rough and dirty Silas. I wasn’t prepared for a polite one.

It must have been clear I approved, because he went to her. His fingers curled under her chin and lifted her head.

“Up.”

Holy shit.

His one-word command detonated in the room, scattering the last of my anxiety away. He was just as committed to the scene as I was. He held out his hand and she took it, using it to climb to her feet. She said nothing as he led her to the couch and pointed.

“Sit. Hands behind your back.”

I stood in my living room, every cell in my body burning with anticipation as he sat beside her, the tie clenched in a fist. He leaned behind and set about winding the silk around her wrists.

She flinched when he did the first knot and yanked it closed. “Too tight?”

“No, Sir.”

Since he was behind her, she couldn’t see the impact of her words, but I could. His pleased expression filled me with pleasure by proxy.

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