Page 47 of Under His Command
“Yes. Please, Rowan, tell him to—”
Before I get to finish my sentence, bolts of pleasure whip through my flesh with a force that sends me a few inches higher in Rowan’s lap. My eyes flutter shut, rolled to the back of my head as I hold onto him while another man is squeezing out every last drop of my arousal with his mouth.
“R-Rowan…” I say, making eye contact with Leon now as he’s slowly removing himself from between my legs. His eyes are hooded and his lips are wet, and it makes me blush knowing where they were and how he was maneuvering my body just moments ago.
“So sweet,” Leon murmurs, licking his lips. “Addictive, even. I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like wrapped around my cock.”
My chest heaves with shallow breaths as I look back at Rowan, not knowing what’s next. Are they both going to fuck me at the same time? My pussy tingles with excitement at the thought, but my mind… What if this makes Rowan want to fuck other women too?
“Would you like that, angel? To be filled in two holes at once?”
Fuck. I keep quiet, because I know that once I shut it down, I can’t change my mind.
I want this. But I can’t have it. I can’t justify it. It’s not fair to Rowan.
“Your silence kind of sounds like a yes, princess,” Leon says.
My eyes snap back to his, to his still-wet lips, and to the fingers that are still rubbing me slowly between my legs.
“Pink,” I whisper, and Rowan’s chest moves behind me with an inhale.
“You know you want it, Dove,” Leon presses on, turning my legs to jelly with his gentle strokes.
But then Rowan’s knees unlock from between mine, and I let loose a sigh of disappointment when my legs come back together.
“Get out,” he tells Leon, his voice so low and grave it slices through the three of us, making my spine straighten up.
“She’s clearly entertaining the idea—”
“Get the fuck out. Now.”
Leon gets up from the floor, straightening his jacket before he shoves a hand in his pocket and walks out of the room. He even throws two fingers in the air in a salute as if he’s not bothered in the slightest by Rowan’s verbal abuse—but rather annoyed at the interruption. My interruption.
I immediately turn in Rowan’s arms, facing him with watery eyes.
“Rowan, I’m so, so sorry—”
“Are you all right? Was that too much? I shouldn’t have asked you to do this.”
“W-What? I… cheated on you just now,” I rasp, my voice reduced to almost a whisper as all the ugly feelings come out. “And you’re asking me if I’m okay?”
“Cheated on me? How? Was I not here, holding you the entire time?”
“Yes, but, I…”
“You what? Liked it?” He pushes a lock of my hair behind my ear, his lips stretching into a smile. “That was the point, angel. You have nothing to feel guilty about.”
“I don’t understand. How can you be okay with this? If you did the same thing with another woman, Rowan, I’d…” I shake my head, my eyelashes wet from the first tears spilling out. “It would break me. I wouldn’t be able to handle it.”
“You’re so fucking pretty when you cry,” he muses, lost in thought.
I wipe away my stupid tears with the back of my hand, bringing my nightgown back onto my thighs, covering myself up.
“Don’t you get it, Dove? I took everything from you. I claimed every single part of your mind… of your body. And still, I want more of you. I’m parched. Starved for whatever else you’re willing to give me.”
He draws lazy circles around my nipple, waking up every square inch of my body with goose bumps and shivers that race each other down my spine.
“You have the power to bring me to my knees if you wanted to.”
