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Then, there’s me.

So what do I do? Do I stop this insanity and demand we talk? Or at least demand an apology for them planning this behind my back?

No.

What doesthisdumbass do when presented with a clear opportunity to end this madness?

I stare into his eyes. “Carter, I want you to fuck me.”

Triumph fills his face, easing his lines and shadows and giving him that rarest of smiles that I long to be the one to cause. “My very good boy.”

He’s gentle, tender, even. He takes his time working it into me, gives me time to adjust to him, and slowly fills me a little more with every thrust. When his thighs are pressed against mine, he pauses and lets Susa work me close to the edge again before he resumes fucking me.

He also reaches up and unclips my wrists, drawing my left hand up to his mouth so he can kiss it, suck on my fingers. My right ends up stroking Susa’s head, and I’m working my hips in time with her, with him.

Nothing’s ever felt so right. Every nerve ending rakes fiery pleasure through my soul as he slowly thrusts and builds himself up. “I’m close, pet,” he says. “Hurry up.” He laces his fingers with mine, and I squeeze.

Susa works magic with her mouth. From the first squeeze of my ass around his cock when I start to come, until the very last throb as he starts coming, it’s nothing but pure, sweet pleasure rolling through my system. He doesn’t pull out, either. He grabs Susa by the hair and pulls her off me, kissing her deeply before pushing her onto her back next to me. He leans in and buries his face in her pussy, and she tips her head back to receive a kiss from me.

With my free hand I reach over and play with her right nipple as I kiss her, and that apparently does it for her. She moans into my mouth and keeps moaning until she finally pats him on the head and he sits up with a smile on his face.

I’m totally brain-fried at this point. None of us speak as we untangle ourselves. Carter holds his hands out to us and leads us into the shower in the master bathroom, where we silently hold each other for a few minutes before he takes the soap and washes me, then her with a reverence I’ve never seen in the man.

A thousand questions I should ask, but I don’t want to disturb this spell.

He dries us off and we all return to the bedroom. When I start to drop into Devotion, he won’t release my hand and tugs on me, urging me into the bed, in the middle, where I fall asleep immediately.

* * * *

The next morning, there are a thousand questions still circling my brain, and none of them will come out except one.

He’s awake and watching me when I open my eyes.

“Why?”

He smiles, the mischievous Master smirk, and shrugs. “Because.”

Then he nuzzles his nose against mine and I realize either he slept through the night or I was so deeply asleep I didn’t hear if he had a nightmare. On my other side, Susa snuggles tightly against me.

“I don’t want to get up yet, Sir,” she grumbles. “It’s Saturday.”

He drapes an arm over me, his hand ending up splayed over her tummy. “Nope. Not yet. Later.”

I choose trust and drift back to sleep.

While we’re cooking breakfast together later, another bout of terror fills me as I contemplate moving in to Susa’s.

Wondering what my mother is going to say.

How I’m going to break this news to her.

Old habits die hard, what can I say? I know it doesn’t matter, and I also feel the rage swirl through me that I felt in Las Vegas after learning the truth about what she did, but…

Yeah.

#mommyissuessuckballs

Carter and Susa see me fretting and Carter steps in, dropping me intoAt Easeright there in the middle of the kitchen floor to talk.