Page 81 of Wanted

“He’s out of commission right now,” Alex said, rightfully so. I couldn’t open my mouth. If I moved right now, I risked another panic attack. So I sat on the tiles in Alex’s bathroom with Kamila touching me like she owned me. Like she could carry all the baggage I came with.

“But how?” Her pout was adorable, and I despised that I liked it.

“You two are the experts on cleanliness. Warm water and soap are all you need, baby,” Alex instructed her. Heat pooled in my head. I could turn off lust in an instance. I controlled my body.

Under normal circumstances, that was true.

My cock was hard now, and I couldn’t undo that.

Kamila accepted Alex’s challenge. I wanted her to stay on my body. Her touch soothed my anxiety. But she removed herself from me, rising from the floor. My eyes followed her movements. Her plump tits jiggled as she grabbed one of the odorless soaps and the showerhead. My mouth watered at the sight of her bare pussy. It was just a glimpse, but it made me want to reach out and cup her bare cunt, trail her undoubtedly wet folds with my eager fingers.

The red siren turned the water on, testing it with her hand.

“Not too hot. Not too cold. He might enjoy the torture, but I won’t be responsible for that.”

Kamila nodded eagerly. She knelt down beside me.

“Did I cause this?” Kamila asked. Warm water connected with my cock, but my erection didn’t waver. I didn’t have to nod. Our eyes connected, and she smirked at me. “Can I touch your cock, Fylox?”

Yes.

“Clean his cock, baby. He wants to put it in your pussy, too.” I glanced at my best friend. We had discussed sex with Kamila... “No filling her up. You come in her ass or in her mouth, Fylox. Her pussy is still my territory.”

“I want you both to come in my pussy,” Kamila commented.

“How do you want it, baby?” Alex asked. “Anything you want. That’s what you get.”

“I want you both in my pussy at the same time, stretching me wide and fighting for entrance,” she said. She stroked my cook with that warm water cascading around us.

Alex was hard, and he played with himself. But he was aware of my predicament. He told the red siren, “Baby, I want that as much as you do. That’s what best friends do. We share. You’re ours. Unfortunately... Fylox can’t do that at the moment. He’s easily triggered.”

Kamila nodded. She’d applied some soap to her fingertips, and now, she massaged it unto my skin. The red siren licked her lips. When she saw that I noticed her licking her lips, she stopped doing it. She sighed. “I understand. And I’ll never push him... Fylox, am I allowed to have a fantasy of you two inside of me?”

I gazed at her gleaming eyes.Yes.

“I just want to be your good girl.” My cock grew even harder as she rinsed me off.

“Give his cock a kiss with your lips. Be a good girl for Fylox while he needs you.”

She turned off the water, and she put away the soap. Leaning forward, she picked up my cock with her fingers, and she gave it a kiss. The red siren was a tease.

She turned to Alex while her fingers moved to my balls. “Fylox gets my two holes. What do you get, Alex?”

“I already got what I want, baby,” my best friend said.

She tantalized my balls. I wanted her to take them into her mouth already. But she didn’t.

The red siren distanced herself from me. She wiggled her ass while she crawled over to Alex.

When Kamila wrapped her lips around my best friend’s cock, it was not a new site. She’d blown him a couple of times ever since we arrived in his mansion. This time was different, though. Now, I was about to take a bite from the red devil in our midst.

I repeated my mantra in my head. These were my friends. They weren’t out to hurt me. I wasn’t supposed to harm them. It wasn’t within my rights to take their life. The scars on my skin were my buyers’ result, people who had a habit of purchasing children to abuse them.

Kamila didn’t have a single blemish on her smooth skin. She was trained in giving pleasure, and that thought rubbed me the wrong way. It was one of the reasons I hated her. She was everything that I fought against within me. She was offering herself up to me. She didn’t ask for a safe word, she didn’t want softness, and she certainly wouldn’t go to Jordan to complain that I had roughed her up.

She sucked Alex off, pressed against the cold floor. She struggled to take him all the way in. I heard her murmur that she was disappointed in herself, in typical red siren fashion. Her hands helped her out, stroking his length and cupping his balls. Kamila knew precisely what to do with that smart mouth and those sneaky hands of hers. Gagging around him, she licked and sucked. Her ass was right there in front of me. She wiggled it for me, inviting me in. I’d given her a couple of punishments since we started playing. She was a good girl, but she occasionally tested my limits, stealing an unsolicited touch or a kiss. That ass of hers felt good under my palm.

She wasn’t the biggest fan of anal, but I had made a promise to myself to teach her to love it. The pain was her thing, after all.