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  She’d never answered, of course. Hadn’t even shown the letter to Julian, knowing he would use it to his advantage. Knowing he’d get off on it. It didn’t matter, though. Julian had a five-minute conversation with Luke tonight and understood. He excelled at that, her Sir. He read people very well. It made him very good at his job, running the creative department in a large advertising agency in St. Paul. Julian knew what people wanted, and he knew how to talk them into things they didn’t want.

  The three of them walked in silence to their large apartment building. Julian had bought the Loft building close to their place so she wouldn’t have to drive. So she could come home quickly when he called her. When they entered the building, Luke let out a breath and turned to her, his bright eyes and baby face so different than the darkness of Julian.

  “Are you sure you want to do this?”

  She nodded. “If you are¸” she whispered as Julian’s hand possessively pulled her tighter into him.

  She was worried about Luke, but she’d learned not to invest too much of herself in the feelings of whomever Julian chose for her to play with. She couldn’t. Only one person mattered, and it was Julian. He called the shots and gave her what she needed, and a part of Morgan shut down while it was happening so she didn’t have to acknowledge all that it meant and why she needed it in the first place.

  “It’s best if there’s not too much talking when we get upstairs, Luke. So if you have questions, now’s the time to get them out of the way,” Julian said, unbuttoning Morgan’s coat and slipping it from her shoulders.

  “I…” Luke started, then shook his head as if to clear it and tried again. “You’re going to stay the whole time and watch?”

  “Of course. She’s mine, and I need to make sure she’s safe. I don’t take the responsibility lightly.”

  “She’s yours? Like your property?” Luke sputtered.

  Julian laced his fingers with Morgan’s and brought her hand to his mouth. “In a manner of speaking, yes. My property.”

  Luke blinked and looked at Morgan, confusion plain on his pale face. “You’re okay with that? I mean, I’ve seen you at the Loft. You’re strong and smart and…”

  Julian nipped the inside of her wrist before soothing it with his full lips. “She’s strong and smart because I’ve made her that way, Luke. Now. Do you have any other questions?”

  “Are you going to tell me what to do? The whole time?” Luke said in a low voice, practically a whisper. Luke had always been clever. Morgan should’ve guessed he’d figure everything out quickly.

  “Yes,” Julian answered. “If that’s not all right, you may leave, and I’ll enjoy my little girl on my own.”

  Luke’s gaze shifted to Morgan, scraping over her as if it were his fingers. When his eyes reached hers, she inhaled deeply and didn’t flinch or look down at the question in his face. “It’s all right,” he said.

  Morgan lowered her gaze to the floor, in part because that’s what Julian would demand of her and in part because she couldn’t take another second of watching the change in expression that progressed from shock to awe on Luke’s face.

  Julian pressed the elevator button for the top floor and wrapped his arm around Morgan’s waist as they waited.

  Morgan stared at Luke’s shoes, watching him shuffle his feet again, knowing he was a bundle of nerves. The kid was so young. He couldn’t have had very many sexual experiences in his short life yet. This one would be unlike anything he ever imagined.

  Morgan chewed on her lower lip as they entered the elevator and then rode to the top in silence. The only sign of life was the stroking of Julian’s fingers on her lower back, filling the exposed oval of skin not covered by her dress. She fought against shivering at his touch.

  When the elevator opened, Julian pressed her forward. She exited first, her awareness flooded with the knowledge that Luke was behind her, watching Julian’s possessive touch against her bare skin.

  Shifting her coat to his other hand, Julian opened the door to their apartment. He reached to the left and turned a dial inside the door as they entered to illuminate the room in dim light. He didn’t hesitate to usher Morgan through to the bedroom.

  She heard the snick of the front door, knowing it was Luke who shut it.

  Julian turned a similar dial inside their bedroom. He loved the dimness of the light and had ensured every room in their apartment could be brought to exactly the level of brightness he deemed necessary for anything they did. He hung her coat in the closet and rejoined her, his hand sliding again to the bare exposure of her back. Luke stood immobile in the doorway, apparently rethinking if he really wanted to do this.

  When Luke finally took a step into the room, Julian dropped his hand from Morgan, leaving her bereft of his touch, wishing for his assurance a few moments longer. She was unnerved, more than usual, by his selection of tonight’s partner. Without his physical contact, she became even more uneasy.

  Julian grabbed the comfortable winged armchair from the side of the room and turned it to face the bed. He eased into the seat gracefully, crossed one leg over the other, and set his elbows on the armrests as though nothing more than a business meeting were about to occur.

  Luke hadn’t spoken a word.

  “Undress, little girl. Let’s give Luke a look at the sexy body he’s been lusting after for so long.”

  Her hands shook. She’d done this numerous times, performed under Julian’s command with other men, but never with someone this close to her, this young, this vulnerable…

  Morgan lifted her arms above her head and undid the clip holding her knot of hair, letting the tresses fall forward over her shoulders like a curtain. She hesitated for a moment, knowing when she released the clasp at the base of her neck her entire dress would slip to the floor and leave her naked.

  For a moment her long silky strands of blonde hair would cover her chest, but only until Julian demanded she right herself.

  “The dress, baby girl.”

  She flinched, but immediately did Julian’s bidding, undoing the snap and dropping the material, which slithered down her body to pool at her feet, leaving her in thigh-high stockings and strappy heels.

  She stared at Luke’s feet. He didn’t move, but he exhaled sharply. It could only be him. After ten years, Julian would not be shocked by her unveiling.

  Other men had reacted similarly to her body. Was it because she was as stunning as Julian insisted? Or was it because they were shocked at the direction of the scene?

  “Lift your head, little girl. Pull your hair back.”

  She slowly lifted her gaze to Luke’s face and flipped her hair behind her. It was long. Too long. But Julian liked it that way. It had been shoulder length when she’d first come to him, and he’d insisted she not cut it. In ten years she’d only had it trimmed at his bidding. It reached her lower back, the strands tickling her ass as they swayed.

  “She’s amazing, isn’t she, Luke?”

  Luke swallowed visibly and licked his lips. His gaze remained plastered to her chest. “Yes.” His word was barely audible.

  “Stroke your tits, baby. Lift them for Luke to see how full they are. Make your nipples hard and dark.”

  Morgan cupped her breasts from beneath. They were indeed fuller than usual with arousal. Even under the strain of performing in front of Luke, she was aroused by her Dom’s commands. His tone was deeper when he directed her to perform for others. His own arousal became increasingly apparent as his voice lowered. He loved watching her with others. And that alone stroked something deep in her belly. Pleasing him—it drove her arousal higher.

  He knew that.

  Morgan grazed her thumbs across her nipples. They hardened and expanded.

  “Spread your legs wider,” Julian commanded.

  Morgan shuffled her feet apart. She gripped her pussy tight inside, feeling the moisture building between her thighs as the cooler air of the room hit her. She shifted her gaze toward Julian.

  He nodded, his usual
intense look heavy in his eyes as he set his chin on his fist to watch the show. The show he organized, conducted, and enjoyed with an intensity she couldn’t fully comprehend.

  More cream flooded her at the dark desire on his face. She pinched her nipples hard between her thumbs and index fingers, the pain welcome.

  Luke didn’t move. She couldn’t blame him. If he was half as mesmerized by Julian as she always was, he would await further instructions as though in a trance. Besides, this wasn’t about him. It was about Julian. It always was. Even when he watched, it was about him. His wishes. His desires. His demands.

  He would ensure Morgan experienced immense bliss, but on his clock. He hardly cared what happened to Luke, or whoever the flavor of the night was.

  “Take Luke’s clothes off now.”

  Morgan shifted her gaze to Luke’s lower half, not willing to make eye contact and see his expression. Lust? Shock? Disgust? She didn’t want to know. It didn’t matter. After tonight she’d never see the poor kid again. Julian wouldn’t have it any other way.

  Luke shrugged off his coat and lifted his hands to the hem of his shirt.

  “No,” Julian snapped. “Let my girl do it.”

  Of course.

  Not that Morgan always removed her partner’s clothes. Every situation was different. Julian would choose whatever suited his whim, whatever made the partner of the night the most uncomfortable, or whatever drove Morgan to new heights.

  And he was spot on, as usual.

  Awkward. That’s how Morgan would describe removing Luke’s clothes. That’s how Julian wanted it.

  Morgan stepped forward, closing the few feet between her and Luke. She dropped her hands from her breasts to his shirt and pulled it over his head as he lifted his arms in the air like a child for his mother.

  She met his gaze for a split second as she tossed the white cotton polo aside. His eyes were huge, filled with lust. A touch of uncertainty pinched the corners.

  She lowered her gaze to his torso. His chest was starkly white, pale from the Minnesota winter. At least as pale as her own, always shocking when she was used to the deep dark skin of her Dom. Julian chose all sorts of people to partner with—both for himself and for her. No race was off limits.

  Tonight she was graced with this young white kid, barely an adult. He was small where Julian was huge. Luke’s chest wasn’t scrawny. He clearly worked out. She seemed to recall him riding his bike to class a lot, again reminding her that compared to Julian, he was a boy.

  “How long are you going to stare at him, little girl? Is he that attractive to you?” Julian’s tone was one of reprimand. “Move on to his pants.”

  Morgan’s pussy pulsed again. For years she’d been obeying Julian’s commands. Nothing had changed. His words made her jump as high as he requested. Even his rebuke made her crave his touch. His punishment.

  She reached for Luke’s belt, undid the clasp, and then pushed the button through the hole. The sound of his zipper pierced the quiet as though it were a plate shattering on the hardwood floor.

  Luke’s cockhead had pushed through the top of his briefs, the tip glistening with precome. He took a small step back, hesitating.

  “Let her finish, Luke. You can’t very well fuck my girl with your pants on.”

  The word fuck rang in the air. That’s what this was. A fuck.

  Luke fingers curled as Morgan tugged his black pants down, taking his briefs with them. She kneeled at his feet next to untie his shoes, slip them off, and then tap his legs one at a time to pull him free of the rest of his clothes. The last thing he wore was his black socks, which Morgan lowered and slipped free of his feet also.

  “Stay on your knees, princess. Luke here looks like he could use a good blowjob. His cock is nearly bursting.”

  Morgan held her flinch in check. She was used to this. What was different tonight? Why did she care about this kid? She knew the answer even before the question finished forming. Luke had been her student. He was someone she knew. He trusted her. And she was soiling his innocence tonight.

  She shook the thought from her head and concentrated on Julian’s words. She spread her palms on Luke’s shins and grazed her hands up his legs until she held his thighs and her face was lined up with his dick.

  Longer than average. Thinner than most.

  Pulsing with need.

  She licked the tip quickly without thought, taking in his come and tasting him for the first time. She could feel Julian at her side without glancing his way. He would have leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees to see her every move.

  “How does he taste?”

  “Mmm.” She couldn’t expound. Didn’t want to. Instead she sucked his length halfway into her mouth, not quite reaching her throat.

  Luke gripped her shoulders with both hands. “Holy shit, Morgan.”

  “Lower your hands to your sides, Luke. I didn’t tell you to speak, nor did I mention touching my little girl yet.”

  Luke’s fingers shook as he released Morgan abruptly, sucking in a lungful of air.

  “Good. Again, baby girl. Deeper this time.”

  Julian knew how difficult it was for her to deep throat. He loved it. And she did it for him. But he wasn’t stupid. He could see how long Luke’s cock was.

  Morgan obeyed, learning Luke’s flavor—his brand of soap, his own personal saltiness.

  She drew him in deeper, but with less suction this time. If he came too fast, Julian would be disappointed.

  Nevertheless, Luke exhaled sharply. His fingers fisted tighter. She almost smiled at her power over him. Julian’s power manifested through her.

  “That’s enough. The boy is going to shoot off too soon.”

  Morgan released Luke with a soft pop.

  “Climb onto the bed, little girl. Spread your legs wide for Luke.”

  Morgan did as Julian directed, like a puppet. She lifted from her knees, slipped her shoes off, shuffled to the edge of the mattress and climbed up to lie on her back, spreading her legs as she did so.

  “Wider. Hold your knees open.” Julian’s voice dipped even lower.

  Morgan turned her head toward her Dom. His gaze was on her pussy, now open to him. Not only his, though. Luke was watching also. She could hear his ragged breathing as he stepped closer, drawn to her like a magnet, even though Julian had not commanded it.

  “Pull your pussy open, little girl. Show Luke how pink you are.”

  She complied readily, her knees shaking with the need to come.

  “Ah, so wet. Is that for me? Or for young Luke?”

  She met Julian’s gaze. “For you, Sir. Always for you.”

  He smiled, his pride twinkling in the edge of his eyes. “Stroke your finger through that pussy, princess.”

  She dug her heels into the mattress as she did his bidding, nearly bucking off the bed when she stroked over her clit. Her gaze remained locked on Julian. He was the puppet master. His commands alone would bring her to orgasm. On his time.

  “Luke, would you like to taste Morgan as she has tasted you?” Julian asked the question without removing his gaze from Morgan.

  Luke cleared his throat. “Yes, sir.”

  Julian’s smile broadened. “Good boy. I like how you submit to my will. Now, kneel before Morgan and lick her pussy. Don’t press too hard. She’s sensitive. I can see need in her glazed eyes. I don’t want her to come just yet.” He winked at Morgan.

  She held her breath. He was right. She was close. Too close. Especially too close for someone who had yet to be touched.

  Julian did this to her. He made her want. Need. Crave.

  Luke kneeled slowly between her legs, his sandy blond hair gleaming in the moonlight seeping through the window. He met her gaze briefly, but lowered his quickly to her pussy. Could he tell her arousal was not for him?

  “Are you sure you’re okay with this, Morgan?” His voice exposed a bundle of nerves, and maybe a hint of guilt.

  “Yes.” Her word was breathy.

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sp; He hesitated a moment before he set his hands on her thighs and held her open. She thought perhaps that was his way of making things more acceptable. If he at least relieved her of the need to do some of the work, his conscience would be clearer.

  And then his tongue swiped through her folds and across her clit.

  Morgan moaned.

  “Oh how I love that sound, little girl. Look at me while Luke eats your pussy.”

  She turned her head Julian’s way again. Her view was bleary with need, but she could see the dark espresso color of his eyes, penetrating her. Commanding her silently.

  “How does she taste, Luke?”

  “Wonderful. Like sunshine.”

  “Good description. You may suck her clit if you think you can read her well enough not to let her come. How much experience do you have at this, Luke?”

  God, that question was personal. Morgan tensed as she awaited the response, not sure if her stiffness was from increased arousal or hope that Luke wouldn’t cave in and run before she was permitted to come.

  “Enough, sir.”

  “Good boy.”

  Luke looked at Morgan as he brought his lips to her clit and circled the nub with his tongue. She could feel his eyes on her face, willing her to meet his gaze, but she kept hers on Julian. In her mind it was Julian sucking her off. It was Julian holding her thighs. And she wasn’t wrong. Indirectly Julian was the master anyway.

  When Luke finally sucked her clit into his mouth, she bucked her hips. She was so close.

  “Don’t come, little girl. You know the rules.”

  She did. And she had learned to control the need. Years of training had conditioned her to come only at Julian’s command. She doubted Luke, or anyone else for that matter, could ever make her come without Julian’s words.

  Luke flicked his tongue over her swollen nub. Then, just as suddenly as he’d sucked her into his warmth, he released her.

  “She’s close, isn’t she, Luke?”

  “Yes, she is.”

  “Scoot back, little girl. Make space for Luke.”

  Morgan pushed with her heels. When she was in the center of the bed, Luke climbed over her.