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I know what he wants. I take my time, kissing and licking around the hollow of his throat, along both collarbones, down his pecs, sucking and licking his pierced nipples. I can’t go any faster than he’ll let me but he doesn’t have to hold me back.

My Sir likes it slow in times like these and I can’t blame him.

What body hair he has is light and fine, and it goes along with his fair complexion and blond hair. But he usually shaves his pits and chest every few days and keeps his bush trimmed short. This morning I feel very light stubble along his flesh, meaning he’ll want me to shave him in the shower once we make it there.

When his grip in my hair eases a little, combined with his breathing growing more rapid, I know he’s in the zone.

I love that I can do this to him. That this man, who had no political experience when I first met him—a man who has become a precisely controlled, normally inscrutable bulwark of my sanity—and now only Leo and I can make him lose control makes me nearly cream myself. When everyone else is running around like crazy, it’s as if Jordan downshifts into an even deeper level of peace and manages to calm those around him.

Especially me.

Talk about a damn superpower.

I wasted a lot of time I could have been with Leo. We both spent years alone we didn’t have to.

Jordan lost time, too, by voluntarily leaving while I still had my head firmly wedged up my ass.

Yet if things had happened differently, Leo and I wouldn’t have Jordan. Which would be a hell of a shame. For what they’ve done for me over the years, I owebothof them.

Meaning precious moments like this are ones I live for.

Looking up, I see Jordan’s pulled another pillow under his head and now he’s watching me. His pupils look large in this light and his hooded gaze is heavy and intense, almost like another hand on me.

I lightly flick the piercing in his right nipple with my tongue, which earns me a sharp intake of breath.

I test my Sir’s patience, sometimes. I’m not a brat and have no desire to be, but it’s fun to occasionally poke the bear.

Itismy wedding day, after all.

“Fuuuck, boy.” He rubs my head. “You keep that up and you’ll earn your reward.”

He’s not smiling—yet—but the gleam in his eyes tells me he’s amused.

I was good and didn’t grind myself against him last night before falling asleep so he knows I really want to earn this right now.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“If I let you come you’d better make sure you have at least one ready for Leo later. If I drain you dry he’ll beat it out ofmyass, and you know those kinds of punishments roll downhill and gain steam on the way.”

“I’ll have more, Sir. I promise.” Absofuckinglutely, I will.

“Mmm. You’d better. You’d hate to start your marriage locked in chastity for a week for disappointing your husband. Because if he locksmeup for you not saving anything for him you know damn well I’m lockingyouup, too. For twice as long.”

I shiver because that’s been threatened before, by both of them. Neither has followed through with it, though.

Yet.

I mean, they’ve both used chastity on me for short-term play, a few hours or even overnight. But it’s not practical for long-term play, considering the logistics of my situation.

It wouldn’t shock me if one or both of them follow through with that threat on our honeymoon. It’d be the perfect time for them to finally make good on it. They are always hesitant to do anything that might be detected.

Frustrating to me though, because obviously I like it when they take charge.

His breathing quickens. “You going to be able to handle having SirandMaster together in bed with you every night?”

“Fuckin’ A, I will,” I mutter against his flesh.

“You say thatnow. Two sadists for the price of one. He won’t let you skate the way I sometimes do. Won’t be any good Dom/bad Dom games, either. Leo tells me to enforce a punishment or rule then I will, no matter how sorry I feel for you. And vice-versa.”