Page 157 of Obey

“What’s wrong, Sola?”

“Fuck, Nate…” She strains against the cuffs. “Please, baby. I’m right there.”

“Then let go,” I command, driving deeper still. “Show me exactly why we chose you.”

I withdraw until only the crown of my cock remains seated within her, then surge forward in one punishing motion that slams the headboard into the wall. Her moans fall from her lips, and I catch them with my mouth, swallowing the sound before pulling back to watch the blindfold shift with the strain of her expression as she comes again.

Her climax hits with a force that steals the air from my lungs, her cunt clenching around me in a series of deep, rhythmic pulses that wrings a raw sound from my throat.

I don’t let up, driving into her with a pace that leaves no room for hesitation.

“That’s my girl,” I rasp against her throat, feeling the flutter of her pulse beneath my lips. “So perfect like this. Tell me you deserve it.”

“I deserve it,” she pants, the words broken and breathless. “Sir—I deserve all of it.”

That undoes me.

My own release erupts from deep within, flooding her as I bury myself to the hilt. A guttural groan tears loose as I shudder through the peak, my arms straining to keep my weight from crushing her even as I refuse to pull away.

“Fuck,” I breathe out, hips still working through the aftershocks. The heat of her surrounds me, and for a moment there is nothing else—until a faint movement in the doorway snags my attention. A slow grin curves my mouth.

“Enough lurking, pup. I see you.”

Jace leans into view, a wicked smile playing on his lips, one thumb hooked toward the hall. “Was just passing through, Sir. Thought I might grab something to eat.”

I crook a finger. He approaches without hesitation. My hand closes around the back of his neck, pulling him into a hard, claiming kiss. When I release him, he sways slightly, eyes dark with want.

“Is that so?” I murmur, tilting my head toward the boneless goddess splayed across my sheets. “Well, in that case, I’ve prepared something for you.”

Slowly withdrawing from her heat, I watch a full-body tremor shake her as my release spills from her swollen cunt and traces a wet path down to her ass. My cock gives a heavy twitch at the sight. I gather the slick warmth with two fingers and push it back inside her, then drag what remains in a slow circle over her clit. She lets out a sharp whine, hips bucking helplessly beneath my touch.

His tongue darts out to wet his lower lip as his eyes dart from Sloane’s ruined state back to me. I press my glistening fingers to his mouth. He opens without hesitation, sucking them clean with a soft, desperate noise, hazel-green eyes locked on mine. I track the movement in his throat as he swallows, and something feral uncoils low in my gut.

“Taste good, pup?”

“Fuck yes, Sir,” he rasps, pupils swallowing the color from his eyes.

“Clean her up,” I command. “You know how much I hate leaving a mess.”

He’s already moving, sliding between her spread thighs. I watch as he lowers his mouth to her, his tongue sweeping through her pussy in one long, filthy stroke that draws a starved groan from deep in his chest.

His hands steady her hips as his tongue works in relentless, hungry laps that make her writhe against the sheet, and I lean back against the headboard and observe.

My Sola, coming undone beneath his mouth. My Pup, worshiping at her altar like he’s been starving for this all night.

It’s going to be a long night for the both of them.

thirty-nine

Threat Assessment

The message has been gone from the screen for six minutes, and Nate is still staring at where it was. That bothers me more than the message itself.

Three more intrusion attempts hit SOLAÉ overnight, and the last one was buried deep enough in our internal architecture that whoever is doing this either knows the building very well or has gotten frighteningly good at pretending they do.

Then every monitor in Nate’s office went black, and two white lines appeared.

SUCH A BEAUTIFUL MAGNOLIA.