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I groan loudly, as she tightens her grasp just a little more than is enjoyable, pushing over to the painful side of pleasurable, but I can’t say I dislike it.

“He’s rock hard, Sir. I think he’s just as much of a slut as me,” Indie says sweetly, not taking her eyes off Miles, despite the hold she has on my dick.

Miles chuckles as he watches the scene before him with amusement. “I’m a very lucky guy,” he jokes, before his tone quickly turns serious. “Both of you get on your knees.”

Indie lets go of my cock and falls to her knees before Miles has even finished his instruction. She pulls her shoulders, so she’s sitting tall, and she arches her back in the perfect way, forcing her tits out. She then moves her hands behind her back, circling a hand around the opposite wrist to keep them in position, as she drops her head, her gaze falling to the floor.

This is clearly Indie’s submissive pose, and I’ve never seen anything more sexy. Her body is presented in the most perfect way, showing her off, whilst also making it clear she’s under Miles’ control, just sitting there awaiting his instructions.

I’m not sure I can get into any kind of submissive position, as that doesn’t feel natural for me, but I lower myself to my knees all the same. I hold my head high, pulling my shoulders back a little, almost as a challenge to show Miles I’m not willing to submit to Indie’s level, but I will get on my knees for him.

His gaze is fixed on me for a few silent minutes, and it takes all of my effort not to squirm under the intensity. I’m not sure if he’s assessing me or challenging me, waiting to see if I’m goingto break, but when I hold steady in my position, his neutral expression turns into a smile, and I finally let out a sigh of relief.

“Dee, crawl over to me,” he states gruffly as he pulls his T-shirt over his head and throws it to the side, letting us see his ripped abs in all their glory.

Indie falls down onto her hands and starts crawling over to Miles, her hips swaying, so her arse and pussy are on full display for me to see. My dick twitches and Miles smirks when he sees me staring at her.

She stops in between his legs, lifting herself until she’s kneeling before him again. The sweet smile on her lips is so contradictory to the naughty position she’s in.

Miles meets her gaze, and I watch in fascination as he slides his sweatpants off, takes out his cock, and begins stroking himself. He never once takes his eyes off Indie. He just watches her, as she stares at his dick, looking almost hypnotised as he runs his hand up and down his shaft.

“Is this what you want, Gorgeous Girl?”

She nods her head, her eyes wide as she pleads with him. “Yes, please, Sir.”

“Show me what a good girl you are. Suck my cock,” he says, using his hand to aim his dick towards her.

Indie doesn’t hesitate, she leans forward and wraps her mouth around the head, making sure to lick up the drops of pre-cum sitting on the tip before sucking him into her mouth. I’m sure she tries to say thank you, but it’s barely audible with her mouth full.

Miles’ eyes flutter closed as Indie works him into a frenzy. She pulls most of his length into her mouth, sucking him down her throat, as she wraps her hand around the base. She pumps the bottom of his shaft with her hand, working him from both ends.

After a short time of Indie doing this, the last of Miles’ self-control seems to snap like a taut elastic, and he responds almost frantically. His hips buck upwards, pressing himself further down Indie’s throat until she gags, whilst he slides his hand into her hair, using his grip to control her pace.

Indie lets go of his cock, her hands resting against Miles’ thighs as he dominates her, setting a brutal pace as his hips buck quickly, forcing his length down her throat. Indie adapts well, holding her mouth open for him, swallowing at just the right moment to make him groan for her.

My dick throbs painfully as I watch Indie gag on Miles’ length. Tears run down her face as he fucks her throat, his brutal hold on her hair setting the pace. Yet she never shies away from him.

Each time he pulls back a little, she draws in a ragged breath and then holds her mouth open wide, allowing him the access he craves.

The room is filled with the sound of Indie gagging on his dick, and Miles’ deep, guttural moans. Even though there’s a brutalness to the blowjob, there’s also something highly erotic in the way Indie willingly takes whatever Miles gives her, submitting to his every whim, because that’s what brings her pleasure.

I’m so caught up watching them, I’m not even sure when I wrapped my palm around my cock, but as I stroke my length, a desperate whimper slips past my lips. The pulsating pleasure that’s built up in me is almost too much, and it’s a welcome relief that I’m able to ease the uncomfortable ache.

The noise captures Miles’ attention, and his gaze flick over to where I’m stroking my cock. His expression darkens as he scowls at me.

He abruptly pulls Indie off his cock, the movement so unexpected she rocks backwards, and had he not reached outand grabbed hold of her shoulder, she might have fallen on her arse.

Once Indie is kneeling solidly again, Miles turns his glare back to me. Indie looked almost wounded that he’d stopped the blowjob, her sad eyes pleading with him, but he’s too busy glowering at me.

Indie follows the direction of his glare straight to me, where I’m still slowly stroking my cock. I know I should have stopped, given all the attention on me, but it really is helping with the painful ache, and I can’t bring myself to let go.

“Did I tell you that you could touch yourself?” Miles growls, his dark eyes making him look more dangerous than ever before.

I open my mouth a few times, not really sure what to say. It’s not a particularly hard question to answer, but I have a feeling no good will come from my response.

“No,” I mutter.

It takes all of my willpower not to drop my gaze, but I’m unable to look away from his dangerous persona. “Stop. Now,” he snaps, and I drop my dick straight away, barely managing to hold back my groan of frustration.