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I unclasp my bra and let it fall to the floor.

He licks his lower lip.

“So, either you tell me what you want me to do for you or I’ll have to make it up.”

Luther hesitates for half a second, takes another swig of whiskey, then says, “Where are you? Is there a chair?”

I look past him to the chair on the other side of Thornfield’s desk. “We have to be quick. Thornfield will be here any second.”

“Then you better sit down quickly,” Luther commands.

Moving around, I position the phone so it’s leaning against Thornfield’s old fashioned lamp, then settle myself in the chair. I’ve never liked my breasts from this angle, but Luther is looking at me like he wants to jump through the phone and devour me.

“Take your pants off but leave your underwear on. Then spread your legs.”

I do as I’m told. My panties are white, and there is already a wet spot between my thighs.

“Fuck,” Luther breaths. “Touch that wet spot for me, Nova.” There’s a rustle of movement. I hear him unclasping his belt. I want to see his cock, but I’m too turned on to ask and this is his show not mine.

“Stroke it for me.” He licks his lips. The slightly jerky motion of the camera tells me he’s touching himself too.

I press down on the wet spot, then move to my clit. I want to slide the fabric to one side, but he hasn’t told me to so I don’t.

“Lick one of your fingers and circle those beautiful nipples for me.” His eyes skim down to my breasts and, as I do as I’m told, he sighs, “Good girl. Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

“I want to see you.”

Luther shakes his head. “First, move those wet panties aside and touch your clit.”

Using two fingers, I start to circle it slowly. Not building to a rhythm yet, just enjoying the sensation. But when Luther angles the camera down and shows me the way his fist is gripping his cock, his piercings glinting in the firelight of the cave, I increase the pressure.

I open my legs wider, hanging them over the arms of Thornfield’s chair.

“Make yourself come for me,” Luther growls. “I need to see you spark, Supernova.”

I slide my fingers into my dripping pussy, half straining my ears for the sound of feet in the hall. For Tanner and Thornfield. I hear voices. My cheeks flush. The thought of them walking in on me makes the heat pool faster between my thighs.

Mack’s going to be okay. Right now, he’s being healed. Everything is going to be okay.

I plunge my fingers deep into my pussy, and with the other hand furiously rub my clit. My body coils with the threat of pleasure. My eyes roll back. And then I hear the footsteps. Except, I can’t stop. I can’t stop now.

“They’re… here…”

Luther barks at me not to stop. “Keep going. I don’t care if Thornfield sees you coming all over his chair. In fact, I want him to see you. Let him see how fucking incredible you are.”

The door opens. Tanner is saying, “You didn’t realize there was something wrong with the girl? She’s sick, Thornfield. I could feel it a mile off.” He stops, then says, “Nova…”

I look up, and smile at him. Tanner’s cheeks flush bright red. He grabs Thornfield’s arms and shoves him violently from the room. Slamming the door shut, he turns around. I can practically feel his cock twitching from here.

“Nova, what are you doing?”

“Tanner, come fuck our girl for me.” Luther says, slowing down the rhythm on his cock.

Tanner doesn’t even hesitate. His pants and shirt are off and on the floor by the time he’s reached me.

“No, don’t fuck her. Taste her.” Luther raises his eyebrows, and Tanner sinks to his knees.

As soon as his tongue makes contact with my clit, I release a loud moan and grip the back of his head, holding him in place. As he licks, and sucks, and plunges his fingers into me, I force myself to keep my eyes open and stare at Luther.