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I leaned down, allowing the head of his dick to brush the back of my throat.I swallowed and the growl that came from Edge spurred me on.When I pulled back, his fist tightened in my hair, and he pulled me back down.We repeated the dance as I deep-throated him again and again.
“I’m going to come in your mouth,” he informed me.
I knew it wasn’t a request.He was merely verbalizing his intentions.
“Put your hand in his hair, sweetness,” Edge instructed.
Jamie’s cool fingers slid into my hair, her fingernails lightly scraping against my scalp.
“Now hold him there.”
Her fingers tightened, but not nearly enough.Edge solved that problem when his hand gripped my hair fiercely, pain shooting erotically down my spine.
When his hips lifted, his cock tunneling into my mouth, I remained where I was.Their hands remained in place, holding my head as Edge took what he wanted from me.He drove up into my throat relentlessly, over and over, his growls getting louder as he did.
And when he came, it was with a roar, which had satisfaction slamming into me.
CHAPTER 11
Friday, November 2, 2018
EDGE
The next couple of days went byquickly, but not without incident.
Halloween really wasn’t my favorite day of the year, but generally there was a good time to be had—at least for the members—at the club.
This year was the exception.
Which was the very reason I was walking toward Zeke’s office, fully intending to apologize for the incident that had occurred.One that could’ve easily been avoided if I hadn’t been so damn distracted.Unfortunately, I’d already made the mistake, and it couldn’t be taken back.
How could you have known?I mean, really.
I stopped in the doorway to Zeke’s office, then watched as the man frowned at his cell phone.
Turn around, go back the way you came.Clearly, he’s not in the mood to chat.
Ignoring the inner voice, I rapped lightly on the frame of the door and waited for Zeke to look up.
“What’s up?”he asked, sounding far too chill for the expression on his face.
“That’s supposed to be my question,” I answered.“Need to talk?”
“About?”
Yeah, okay.So he was going to play that way.I figured I might as well get this argument underway.“For starters, what went down at the club on Wednesday.”
“Nothing went down,” he said, although he couldn’t maintain eye contact.“I had some things to take care of.”
See?He had a perfectly good explanation for running out of there like his ass was on fire.
“Yeah?”I lowered myself into the chair across from Zeke.“That’s why Trent informed me I’d made a serious mistake by approving a certain submissive’s membership.”
Zeke shrugged.“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Matt Steinberg.Name ring a bell?”
He didn’t move, didn’t so much as blink, but I could tell the name alone pissed him off.“Actually, no.”
