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a man, who happened to be the Dom who trained me years ago, it wasn’t a startling discovery to find out I was attracted to him. I think my childhood has something to do with that, because in my family, sexuality and preference have always been something you accept, without question. My parents lead their own little lifestyle, hence the laidback attitude with which we were brought up.
    As for Brayden…I find him very attractive. His sharp jaw and taut body give him a sexy edge, and I'm even more drawn to the softness in his pale green eyes.
    Reading Brayden on that particular subject isn't the easiest though, I reluctantly admit, and I wouldn’t want to ruin the scene for him by grasping his cock if that’s not his thing. But he does deserve to come—just like Evangeline does—so I only see one solution at this moment.
    "That’s enough for now, Brayden," I murmur. He doesn’t look happy about backing away, but he does it. He also manages to mask his disappointment quickly, and that pleases me. They may be new in BDSM, but they have done some homework. They're also naturally submissive; pleasing a Dominant comes easily for them.
    Ignoring Evangeline's moan of protest, I lower her slightly between my legs, my forearms hooked where her knees bend—literally playing the part of stirrups—and expose her further for Brayden. My erection strains in my jeans against her lower back, and fuck me if she doesn’t squirm against it.
    Again, she tests her leg restraints, but it's futile. She's not going anywhere. In this position, her knees nearly touch her shoulders; she's deliciously spread open.
    "What color are we, pets?" I ask.
    "Green, Sir!" Evangeline mewls.
    Brayden bobs his head, breathing heavily. "Green, Sir."
    Satisfied, I continue. "Do you want to get fucked, kitten?" I whisper in her ear, though I keep my eyes locked on Brayden.
    While she whimpers and nods furiously, her boyfriend visibly shudders. His cock throbs. With Brayden kneeling and Evangeline restrained by me between my legs, they're at the perfect level for each other. She will have to take whatever I tell Brayden to give her.
    "There are condoms here." I jerk my chin to the bowl on the floor. Even if they're protected and clean, we always use condoms in the club.
    Undeterred, Brayden swipes a foil packet, tears it open, and rolls the rubber down his length. He doesn’t waste time as soon as I've given him permission. Closing the distance, he places his hands on Evangeline's waist and guides his cock inside her.
    "Fuck," he grits out, setting a fast pace. Uninhibited and needy, he use s his girl's body for his pleasure. Because he has my permission to do so. "So good, Lina." His mumbled nickname for Evangeline fits her. It's the first time I've heard it, but I can see it. She's definitely his Lina.
    M y kitten.
    Chin tucked to her chest, she cries out as Brayden hammers into her. Each and every thrust is like torture on my cock, seeing as I can fucking feel them.
    "Rub her clit ," I tell Brayden. He obeys and circles the pad of his thumb around and over Evangeline's swollen clit. She's wet beyond words, and I know it won't be long before both climax. "Pinch it—not too hard." She's already so sensitive.
    "Please!" Evangeline starts to spasm, her body tensing in my hold. Through moans and wails, she begs to come. "Oh, God— please , Sir! I need to come so bad!" She thrashes—well, tries—and locks her right arm around my neck. "I need…" With a tilt of her head, she reaches up and kisses my throat.
    My chest rumbles with a low groan ; without thinking, I lean down and crash my mouth to hers. It's pure fucking need that surges through me, and I think it's the first time in years—if not ever—that I'm actually not a hundred percent in control of myself. I kiss her fiercely, pushing my tongue into her mouth, eager to taste her. Mint. Cherry . Soft lips moving with mine. I moan when she tangles her fingers in my hair.
    Meanwhile, Brayden speeds up and