Page 31 of Sunrise (Monarch Club #3)

Knox

Vault and I haven’t spoken since we entered room twelve. Which, by the way, is a sex dungeon haven. I swear, whenever I think I’ve seen everything in this club, there’s some new magic door I get to walk through and voila, a whole new world.

It’s strange to be looking forward to whatever we’re about to do when Sophie’s just spent an ungodly amount of time crying.

It hurts my heart to see her this torn up.

I don’t like it when she cries. In fact, I’m making a long mental list of soon-to-be-victims of my wrath and anyone who has ever made a tear fall from her face, or terror spike in her bloodstream, is going on it and will be dealt with accordingly.

Until then, I’ll be here, giving our girl exactly what she craves.

Safety. Control.

Pleasure.

I’ve stripped out of everything and am kneeling on the floor, hands clasped behind my back, head down.

Does Vault think less of me because I like this position? Does he consider me weak?

I don’t get a chance to ask because the door opens and a set of black heels strides by me. It’s all I can do to not lift my gaze and look at her. The suspense is killing me already.

“Choose a set,” she demands.

“Yes, Mistress.” Vault must pull something off one of the walls covered in floggers, whips, and crops. I want to know what it is, damnit! I’ve already got a chub from the torture of the unknown. It’s so unfair. I want to pick something off the wall, too.

Her heels appear at my knees as she stands in front of me.

“Do you want to see your Mistress, pup?”

“Yes, Mistress.” I swallow hard, fighting the urge to peek before I’m given permission. “Please.”

“Earn the right to look.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, defeated. “What must I do to earn the privilege?”

“Guess what Vault chose from the wall.”

“A whip?”

“No.”

“Floggers?”

“Yes.” She pets my head. “You may raise your gaze to my knees.”

I’ve never seen a sexier set of kneecaps. I’m drooling already. “Thank you.”

“Vault is going to flog you.”

I’ve got a massive hard-on now.

“Place your hands in your lap, pup.”

No problem.

“Stare at my knees and count to ten.”

“One… two… three…” The suspense builds so fast that when I get to ten and feel the first hit, it’s like jumping into a pool on a hot summer’s day. Relief washes over me. The light hits from two floggers come quick and smooth, in perfect rhythm. Thud-thud, thud-thud, thud-thud .

I’ve been flogged tons of times, but this is different. Who’s doing it is different. I drop into subspace so fast, it’s shameful. Thud-thud, thud-thud…

“That’s a good boy,” she purrs with pride. “Do you like how that feels, pup?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Fuck yes, what?” Vault growls from behind me. His hits don’t falter. The rhythm is hypnotizing. Thud-thud, thud-thud, thud-thud .

“Fuck yes, Mistress.”

“Good boy. You may look at my thighs.”

My gaze drifts a little higher until I’m staring at the small break between her dress and her thigh-high platform boots, where there’s about five inches of sweet, bare skin exposed. I want to bite her there. Suck her. Kiss and lick her.

The hits keep coming. Thud-thud, thud-thud. My back begins to burn. Sweat blooms across my chest. Thud-thud, thud-thud.

Vault must see the signs that I’m hitting a line. “What color are you?”

“Yellow.”

His hits automatically lighten. Thud-thud, thud-thud. My skin still burns, but the threat of pain isn’t there anymore. I’m thankful to have been honest.

“Good boy. You may look at your Mistress now.”

My eyes lift and brain glitches.

Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Fuuuuuck. Sorry. I think my jaw must be hanging open because she puts her hand under my chin and pushes up to close my mouth. I can’t even describe how fucking hot this woman is.

“Do you want to wear your collar, pup?”

And be owned? Psht. As if she has to ask. “Yes, please, Mistress.”

She takes the collar off her neck and puts it on mine. I feel so special.

Vault continues flogging my back while the collar around my neck is buckled into place. Thud-thud, thud-thud, thud-thud. I’ve definitely hit subspace now. I barely feel the sting and burn. I’m just… floaty.

Our Mistress looks behind me. “What color are you, Vault?”

“Very, very fucking green,” he says in the sexiest, smokiest voice ever. I love that flogging my back is turning him on. Helping him. Giving us another connection. “You’re taking this so well, Knox.”

Vault’s praise sends me into outer space. “Thank you.”

A couple more minutes of steady hits and I flinch a little. “Yellow.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Yes.”

In another life, I would have said no just to appease him and make him happy.

But he told me I’m the one with the control this time and I’m not going to let myself slide.

The cool air in the room, mixed with the sweat on my back, is a torturous combination on my skin.

I can’t imagine how many marks and welts there are on my back. It’s borderline uncomfortable.

“You deserve a reward for your good behavior,” Vault says. He finally stalks forward and my eyes land on his face. Then they drag down his glorious body. He’s in jeans, a collar that matches mine, and nothing else.

Heeeyyy Daddy .

I swallow the saliva collecting in my mouth. This feels like a fucking dream.

“What would you like?” he asks. There’s no hint of emotion in his expression or tone. Is that good or bad?

“Anything you’re willing to give me.”

Sophie pulls my hair, forcing my head to tip back, so I look at her. “That’s not an answer, pup. Be more specific.”

“I… I don’t know what I want.” I’m not at the point to make demands and I don’t want to scare Vault away by answering too honestly.

This is harder than I thought it would be.

Sophie’s face softens, and she lets go of my hair, only to pet me again. Her touch is soothing, but it also fucks with my senses. My Mistress always bounces from hot to cold, sweet to vicious, gentle to hard. The whiplash is something I need because… it’s all I’ve ever known with the people I love.

“Look how perfect he is,” she coos to Vault. Her lips brush the back of my neck with the lightest touch, and it sends shivers down my body.

Vault and I lock gazes and my breath catches.

Looking down at me, he arches an eyebrow. “Do you want to suck my dick?”

“Yes.” I close my eyes, reeling that he’d offer this much already. “God, yes.”

“There is no god here,” Vault warns. “Only us.”

He slowly frees his cock. It’s hard, veiny, and beautiful. Holy fuck, I didn’t think we’d get here this fast, and I’m worried it’s too good to be true. He said he’d push himself this time. Is he pushing too far already?

“What color are you?” Sophie asks.

“Green,” Vault answers, giving me all the permission I need to lean forward and take him into my mouth. The instant my lips touch his tip, my body buzzes with delight. Enjoying this gift, for however long I get to have it, I slide his shaft down my throat and gag on it.

“Fuuuuuck,” he groans.

I haven’t done this in a very long time. I bet he could tell me the exact date if I asked.

“You have to the count of ten,” our Mistress warns us.

I relish every fucking second and pull off when she says, “Enough.”

My gaze flutters up to Vault’s. He’s heavy-lidded and tense, as if caught between paradise and Hell.

“Thank you.” I default to clasping my hands behind my back and bowing my head.

“Now you deserve a reward,” she says to Vault. “I think five strikes should do. Get on your knees and count them out.”

I can’t see what’s going on, but the sudden crack of a whip makes me jolt.

“One,” Vault groans.

Crack !

“Two.”

Crack !

He lets out the best moan I’ve ever heard. “Three.”

Crack !

He gasps. “Four.”

Crack !

“Five,” he sighs, sounding grateful and relieved at the same time. “Thank you, Mistress.”

“You did so well for me.” Sophie’s voice is sultry and calm. “What color are you, Alex?”

Hearing her use his real name worries me. I want to look at him and can’t.

“I’m… green.”

I don’t believe him, so I check on him myself.

If it gets me in trouble, so be it. Vault’s flushed but wears a lopsided smirk, which is good.

I slip back into my default position again, with a drunk smile on my face.

I can still taste him on my tongue. Feel the heat of his dick in my mouth.

The fullness and length. I need to learn how to deep-throat.

“You like pleasing your Mistress, don’t you?”

“Yes,” we both say in unison.

She sits on a black leather sex bench that has several built-in cuffs and anchoring points. “Do you want to please me some more?”

“Yes,” we echo.

“Crawl to me, pup.”

I close the distance and wait at her feet. I think I’d eat broken glass if she asked me to. I don’t know why I get like this, but making someone happy is a potentially damning drug in its own special category. There’s probably nothing I wouldn’t do to make the two people in this room happy with me.

“Unzip my dress.”

I slowly tug the heavy metal zipper down, freeing her tits, belly, and finally her hips and the rest. Latex is wild. Bet the cool air feels good on her heated skin. There are black pasties covering her nipples and she’s got on a G-string that barely covers her pussy.

She spreads her thighs. “Lick me. ”

Instead of going for her pussy, I drag my tongue along her inner thigh. She sucks in a little surprised breath and giggles.

“Does that feel good, Mistress?”

“Yes.” She threads her hand in my hair and guides me where she wants. “But licking my pussy would feel even better.” Sophie hooks her finger around her G-string and pulls it to the side, offering me a taste of heaven.

I eat her cunt like it’s a delicacy no other meal can compare to.

She lays flat on her back, keeping her legs spread obscenely wide for me, while I take my time and enjoy it.

Moaning, she writhes on the sex bench, her fingers still tangled in my hair.

Her hips lift, pressing her sex against my mouth. “That’s it, pup, keep going.”

Tongue-fucking this woman is always a thrill.

“Make me come, Knox.”

This isn’t something I’m rushing. If she wants to come, she’ll be doing it on my time.

I’m drawing this out. Our girl should always be savored.

Listening to her noises and noting the way her body moves and changes rhythm, I edge her.

I love playing with this woman. She allows me freedom to enjoy what I like while keeping me in check.

Turning my brain off, I only focus on her pleasure, which always heightens my own.

“Mmph.” She undulates with the beat of the music, sinking deeper into the pleasure I bring her.

I’m only using my mouth. The fact that it’s enough to make her cry out has me feeling like a god.

Sucking her clit, I stop playing around and get down to business, hitting the speed and pressure I know she needs to blast off .

Our girl roars with her orgasm. Thighs shaking, she holds my head and fucks my face until every drop of pleasure is wrung from her.

She collapses on the bench and lets go of my head.

Like the greedy motherfucker I am, I shove my face between her thighs and smear her cum all over my mouth, cheeks, chin and nose.

Then I pull back with pride and lick my lips.

“Does that please you, Mistress?” Vault asks from behind me.

She doesn’t answer. Holding her chest, she breathes hard and continues to lie there. When she finally collects her scattered brain cells—because I’m damn good at what I do with my mouth—she sits up and peels the dress off her body, only leaving the boots, pasties, and G-string on.

“Thank you, Mistress.” I look up at her and smile with my face glistening. “You taste divine, as always.”

Sophie leans over, hooks her finger on my collar, and drags me to her mouth. We kiss passionately, and my heart starts shooting sparks. The confident smile on her face when she backs off is killer.

“Did you like watching?” she asks, turning her attention to Vault.

“I would have preferred to participate.”

Is that jealousy in his voice, or are my ears deceiving me?

Keeping my gaze locked on Sophie, I turn into the biggest brat on earth. “If you want to taste her. Fucking earn it.”