Page 17 of Sunrise (Monarch Club #3)

Vault

I’ve been working myself up to this point for longer than Sophie and I have been together.

Over the years, I’ve come close a million times to giving myself back to Knox, but hesitation and fear always get in my way.

I trust him with my life. He’d never hurt me.

But I’ve certainly put us through enough levels of hell that now I don’t think I deserve his love at all.

I want to earn it back. Desperately.

Except I’m not the same person anymore and neither is he.

Having him tied up in my rope, completely immobilized, restricted, and blinded… I think I like the new us. We’re having fun again. Plus, I have control over the scene, which helps tremendously. My dick’s so hard, it has its own pulse.

I’m dying to kiss him again.

Baby steps .

“What color are you, pup?” Sophie comes up behind me and lifts my shirt over my head.

Knox is breathing heavy already. “Lime green… so f-f-fucking g-green. Shhhit.” His head tips back as his first forced orgasm takes him.

“He’s so pretty when he comes,” Sophie whispers in my ear .

I’m six-one, and when she’s in big heels, our girl is a solid six.

“Yeah, he is.”

By the time we’re through with him, there will be a big wet stain on the front of his pants.

I can’t wait.

Sophie runs her chilled fingers over my chest and back, erupting goosebumps all over me. “What do you want?”

Too much. Not enough. Everything. Nothing.

With Soph, I call the shots. That privilege and honor has only ever been mine, and I use the gift wisely. Pointing to the space in front of my feet, I give her a silent order. She sinks to her knees and works my buckle.

Knox now has the collar of my t-shirt in his mouth, clenched between his teeth.

“Mmmph.” He smacks his skull on the headboard as another orgasm is ripped from his body. “Fuuuuck,” he whines.

I know how he feels. The instant Soph wraps her lips around my cock, it’s almost too stimulating. Staring at Knox, I dig my fingers into Sophie’s hair and fuck her mouth slowly.

“What are you doing?” Knox rushes to say. “Shit, what am I missing?” He tries to work off the blindfold. “Hey!”

“She’s sucking me off while I watch you come.”

Knox groans again, half-whining, half trapped in forced bliss. “Describe it to me.”

I want to deny him. Make him earn it. But I can’t…

“Her lips are wrapped around my dick, tongue flat so I can…” Groaning, I take a second to enjoy it. “So I can deep-th roat her.”

Knox pulls on his restraints a little.

“Her mouth is warm and wet.” I thrust my hips a little. “She’s taking me so well.”

Knox growls.

Is he jealous? I hope so. I also hope not.

Fuck, I’m so confused.

“Come down her throat,” he finally grits out. “I… fuuuuck.”

Sophie starts slurping, getting into this blowjob with fervor. He probably can’t hear these sweet sounds very well over the relentless vibrator though. She gags.

Knox lets out a beautiful noise that lets me know he’s coming again. “Jesus, I’m gonna die.”

“I’d rather you swallow me,” I say without thinking.

Sophie’s eyes fly open, her brow pinching with concern. Or maybe she’s gagging on me to much? I can’t even tell because I’m so turned on, I can’t think straight.

Focus, Alex .

I’m in charge of this scene. I can’t slip.

“Put your dick in my mouth then,” Knox challenges me.

Baby steps .

“Maybe after you’ve earned it.” I fuck Sophie’s mouth faster, chasing my release. If I don’t do it quickly, I’m afraid I’ll cave and give into Knox, or worse, lose my arousal and soften.

She sinks her fingers in my ass cheeks, encouraging me with little noises.

My balls tighten. Heat blooms across my lower back .

Staring at Knox all tied up and at our mercy, I come down Sophie’s throat, holding her face close to my groin until my dick stops jerking. She falls back, gasping. Tears stream down her face as she sucks in harsh rasps.

“God, that was good,” she pants, wiping her chin off.

“Aw, you guys suck.” Knox slumps as much as the ropes will allow. “I missed the whole thing.”

“No, you didn’t.” Sophie crawls into bed and pinches his nipples.

He immediately shudders, and I think he just came again. Sweat trickles down his temples and his… my … shirt has risen up enough for us to see his abs flex as he breathes through it.

“Such a good boy,” Sophie purrs against his ear. “I think you deserve a reward now.”

He perks up. “Yes, Mistress. Please and thank you, Mistress.”

Wow. I’d love to know how the hell she got him to be this fucking submissive. The Knox I fucked with called all the shots when we were younger. When did the switch happen?

She’s been an employee at the Monarch for almost as long as it’s been open. She started in housekeeping and quickly turned into the club’s most sought-after Domme. She fascinated me from the start. Watching her dominate men, without even fucking them, is wild. I’ve learned so much by watching her.

Men book her, come into the club stressed and closed off, and leave an hour or two later with this peaceful, dopey expression on their faces. It’s like she reboots their system. I wanted that. Needed it .

I’ll watch from my office, through the surveillance camera, as she flogs and degrades them if they want, praise them if they need it.

She’ll sit on the bed with their head in her lap and just listen to them while they rant about shit that doesn’t matter to her.

She’s patient and kind and can crack a whip just as fast as she can kiss the sins out of a devil.

It's why I chose her.

Sophie makes the hard stuff easier.

Is that what she’s done for Knox, too?

His shattered moan breaks me from my thoughts. He’s coming again, poor baby.

“I feel sick,” he says, trying to catch his breath. “I can’t… fucking hell… Yellow.”

Sophie turns the speed of the vibrator down and looks to me for direction, since this is my scene.

“Do you want to stop?” I ask.

“I’d call Red if that was the case, fucker.”

Smart ass.

“Mistress, I think our brat just earned a punishment.”

Knox tenses even though he’s smiling. “Wait, wait, whoa. I need a…”

Sophie kisses him hard. Wrapping her hand around his neck, she rubs herself against the vibrator until she climaxes on him. I know damn well that him not being able to put his hands on her while she’s coming on top of him is brutal.

Pulling away, Sophie catches her breath too. “You’re such a good boy, pup.”

Knox slumps again, the wet stain in his pants growing as the minutes pass. Sophie crooks her finger at me, and I step into action. Shit, I lost track of what I was doing. I could watch this man orgasm all fucking day with how beautiful he is.

“I’m going to die,” he whimpers.

“What color are you?” I ask, inching closer.

“Avocado green… I think.” He moans with exhaustion. “I don’t have anything left in me.”

“How dramatic,” Sophie teases. “Vault, I think you and I can wring one more orgasm from him. Don’t you agree?”

Knox’s tugs against his ropes again. “I’m empty. I swear, Mistress. I can’t.”

She winks at me and tips her head, signaling me to get on the bed with them.

The moment Knox senses I’m there, he’s singing a different tune. “I mean… I might have one more left in me. If you try really, really, really hard.”

Sophie covers her mouth to stifle her giggles. I love seeing her be playful instead of strict like she is with her other subs.

Knox brings that out of her, not me.

I change the setting on the vibrator to the slowest one. Knox’s chest heaves with every breath. Sophie and I lean into him together and kiss him at the same time. It’s messy. Glorious. Completely unrehearsed.

He can’t seem to get enough.

Sophie takes over and enjoys him for a few seconds on her own before turning and claiming my mouth next.

My hand is on Knox’s leg. Sophie’s is around his neck.

Then I pull away from her and dive into Knox, kissing him with a lot more force than I initially intended.

But it’s like a fucking dam explodes in me.

When he makes all these deep, growling sounds, I just want to rev him up more.

Our tongues sweep against each other. I sink my hand into his hair and pull it by the fucking roots. He growls louder.

“Such a good boy,” Sophie purrs to the side of us.

Is she talking to me or him?

I know the moment Knox loses his control. He freezes for two seconds and then whimpers into my mouth while his last orgasm finally slays him. I keep the kiss going a little longer, easing up until I’m only pecking his lips. I finally sit back and admire the masterpiece I’ve made.

Sophie pulls the blindfold off his eyes, and he blinks slowly, adjusting to the light in the room. Sweat has soaked his shirt and saturated his hair. His mouth is red from hard kisses. His pulse races so rapidly, it has his jugular jumping.

“So fucking beautiful,” I whisper, wiping the hair back from his forehead.

He looks lost in subspace. Head lolling, Knox’s eyes are already half-closed. “Did I do good?”

“You did amazing, pup.” Sophie kisses his head. “I’m so proud of you.”

That’s the moment it finally clicks for me.

Knox is always kicking himself down for not being “smart enough” or “good enough”.

His praise kink probably comes from a lifetime of feeling inadequate.

And he’s a sub for Sophie because in that dynamic, he doesn’t have to call the shots or take care of anything.

He just has to follow orders. For someone who had to take care of his unstable father, be there for his friends during their traumas, struggled to get top grades at school, and searching for his place in the working world—which ends up being Midnight Run—he’s stretched thin and exhausted.

Has been his whole fucking life. Coming to Sophie is an outlet for him to just be .

God. Damn.

I lift his chin so he’ll look at me. “You’re incredible, Knox.”

“So are you.” His voice is groggy and deeper than normal. “Thank you for this… Sunrise.”