Chapter 32

Chapter Thirty-Two

March, two months later

Bronwyn

I t’s my birthday today. I’m twenty-one, and officially an adult. It doesn’t feel fair that this is the milestone when I’ve been doing adult-like things for years. I’ve fought for my life, independence, and helped commit murder.

I also finally claimed my inheritance left to me by my grandfather.

Those all should mean something when it comes to being able to call yourself a ‘legal’ adult.

Shaking off my thoughts, I walk into the floral nursery after my therapist appointment. I’m attending twice a month now, with a new person. Greg found Dahlia and I someone we can freely speak with, and his name is Norbert Burns.

As old fashioned as his name sounds, he’s in his late thirties, has a dry sense of humor, and never flinches from my truths. Dahlia seems to like him too.

The nightmares we’ve both been having since January have been dissipating as well. I’m not having any of the actual killing, but the moments in between. They’ve been twisting until I believed we didn’t kill Gareth at all.

He was hurting Dahlia in unspeakable ways in front of me, and then he killed me in front of her. I still get them on nights where I’m exhausted, but the period in between is growing longer. Thank God for that.

I know Jack has to be happy about that. He worries a lot.

This morning, I got official orientation paperwork for my social work masters, and I’m celebrating. I got the initial acceptance earlier, but there’s something about having something in my hands that says I got in.

Taking a deep breath, I walk through the aisles, looking for something specific.

Dahlia mentioned that the apartment felt really barren, and I have to agree with her. I want to buy an already potted container of dahlias, which will hopefully brighten our living room. The ground is finally starting to thaw out now, and Greg is having a team out to Gareth’s mansion to find Lucia.

My girl has been having a lot of thoughts about this, including whether or not her aunt or brother need to be notified in New England. I bet neither of them have thought about Dahlia in years.

I’m honestly surprised that Amelia hasn’t made a trip out, since it’s been months since she’s heard from her. If I went missing, I hope the world would scream over my disappearance.

Jack has been working with a realtor, but it hasn’t been going well. The man is obsessed with security even now. Can’t change him, so I’ll just continue to love him. Is there any reason for him to worry?

Not really. Crazy people exist everywhere, though, and that’s what he’s latching onto.

Last I heard, there was talk of building a safe room. I seriously checked out after that point.

Grinning as I find a few different pots of dahlias, I try to decide which one I want. I’ll need to walk it to my car, but after that, Jack will help me bring it up. It’s nice to have someone with muscles around that I love.

He’d probably complain if I tried to do it on my own anyway.

There are pinks, reds, white and yellows, and so many other color variations. Seeing one with deep reds and purples, I decide that’s my choice.

“Can I help you?” a deep voice asks. Turning, I see a man who works here looking amused. I’ve been here for the past ten minutes deciding, so I guess I look a little silly.

“I was deciding on which one to take home,” I say honestly. “I decided, though! This one.”

He nods as I show him, leaning down to pull it from the shelf and lift it.

“Follow me, and I’ll ring you up, Ma’am,” he says, walking up to the front. “It’s a good choice, for what it’s worth.”

“Thanks,” I reply, following him to pay for the flowers.

He’s quiet as he rings me up, nodding once he hands me back my card. “Alright, I’m not going to lie to you, Ma’am. This pot is kind of heavy. How far are you going?” he asks.

A woman comes up to us, on the older side as she smiles at me. “Did you find everything you’re looking for?”

The nursery has a few other people looking for things, so I nod. “I did, thank you,” I tell her. Turning back to the man, I sigh. “I’m in the parking garage around the corner. Is it heavy enough that I should rethink walking with it?”

The woman frowns, seeing that she walked into a conversation. I’m pretty sure she owns the nursery, and she’s typically very nice when I’ve walked through just to get a dose of flowers and nature.

“She should pull up to the store, shouldn’t she, Marge?” the man asks, glancing at the woman.

“Definitely, we close off a spot in front for that reason,” Marge says. “Lionel will keep an eye out for you. What do you drive?”

I describe my SUV, and Lionel scribbles a note on a piece of paper.

“I’ll pay attention,” he promises. “Go get your car. Your flowers are safe here.”

I nod with a smile because he’s very sweet, and leave to get my vehicle. My phone buzzes in my purse as I walk. I have a feeling it’s Jack because he’s starting to get Bronwyn sense. It’s the weirdest thing, and Dahlia just laughs when it happens.

Now I know how she feels.

“Hi, Jack,” I answer, stepping inside of the garage to call down the elevator.

“Hey, birthday girl ,” he murmurs. “ I’m leaving work early today. Are you having a good day?”

I decided to take the day off, and scheduled it well in advance. My bosses were cool with it, because it’s easy to burn out at our job without self care. I’ll be moving into another position next year that’ll give me access to supervision hours for my degree, and I can’t wait.

“I am! I bought some flowers, but the container is heavy. I may need you to meet me at the garage to help me,” I tell him. “The apartment garage, by the way. I’ll be able to handle getting it into the car.”

“ Okay,” he drawls. “ You aren’t carrying it now, right? I have your location at the garage by your therapist’s office, and there’s a nursery nearby.”

“You’re such a stalker,” I sigh, stepping into the elevator. “I am grabbing my car, so I can drive up to the nursery, Jack. I wanted to get something pretty, it’s just heavier than I thought.”

“ Well, how are you getting it into the vehicle once you pull up, beautiful ?” I can hear him walking, probably intending to rescue me.

“Lionel, who rang me up, is going to run my dahlias out to me,” I explain, getting my car keys out.

There are people walking around this level as I walk to my SUV, and it helps with the anxiety I still sometimes feel in parking garages.

Jack thinks that the man who scared me as he was looking in my back window last year wasn’t just a homeless man, but possibly someone who was working for Gareth. It’ll remain an unsolved mystery. I am still skittish about it.

“That’s nice of him, ” Jack says . “So you don’t need me to meet you at the nursery? You’re sure?”

“Positive,” I say, unlocking the door and quickly getting inside. I lock it behind me, start the car, and take a deep breath before I look over my shoulder out the rear window. No one is there, and blow it out. “You’re welcome to keep me company, though as I head over there.”

“ Deal,” he says. “ Dolly should be home, and you know I bought you flowers for your birthday, right? It feels wrong to me that you’re buying flowers today.”

“Your inner caveman is coming out, baby,” I tease him as I pull out of my spot to begin driving. Jack spoiled me when I woke up with breakfast, a new purse he noticed me looking at, and a necklace from my favorite jeweler he had commissioned for me.

I consider myself spoiled rotten today. “I bought them for Dahlia. She was saying that the apartment looked a little barren.”

“About that,” Jack says, “I think I have a lead on a property. Want to come see it with Dolly and I before your birthday celebration? It has lots of space while still being in Detroit.”

“Gated?” I tease him, knowing him well.

“You’ll be surprised to hear that it isn’t,” he says proudly. “It’s about twenty minutes from work for the three of us, on the water, and has a massive enclosed porch. The neighborhood hired its own security guards to take shifts to ensure the safety of its residents. I was told that doesn’t seem to hinder people from still fucking on their porches.”

“Oh my God!” I squeal, giggling as I pull slowly up to the nursery. Lionel is waiting, picking up the barriers they have to keep people from parking there. It appears it’s meant to be used for pickups.

Hitting the button to release my trunk door, I watch as Lionel picks up the container and brings it around.

“I’m going to put things around it in this corner, so it won’t tip over, Ma’am,” he says, moving things in my trunk to create a barrier once he puts it into the corner. “Be careful going around the corners, but you should be set.”

“Thank you, Lionel,” I say, turning to face him with a wide smile.

“No problem,” he says. “You have a good one.”

Lionel closes my door, and I relock the doors. “Okay, Jack. Now, I’m on my way home,” I tell him.

“Me too,” Jack says. “That was really nice of Lionel. I’ll need to check out that nursery when I need flowers or plants.”

“Sometimes I go in there just to walk around after a therapy appointment,” I confess, pulling back onto the road. “They do more plants than florist stuff, but I love to smell the flowers.”

“We’re going to need pretty flowers in front of our house, aren’t we?” Jack says, his voice wistful. The three of us are ready to live in a permanent home. It’ll be an adjustment to have to drive a little farther to work, but we’ll manage.

“Yes, please,” I murmur. “Five minutes out.”

“Pulling in, baby girl. Ready to be your manservant,” he says, chuckling.

“That’s exactly what I was hoping for,” I say with a laugh. We chat for a few minutes, and then I pull into the underground parking lot. “I’m here.”

I see Jack leaning against his car, waiting for me with a smile, and I park next to him. Jumping out after I turn off the car, I come around to give him a hug.

“Hi,” I greet him, tilting my head up, and then his mouth is claiming mine.

“Hey yourself,” he murmurs, straightening. “Let’s get your pretty flowers upstairs.”

Popping the trunk for him, I nod as he walks over to grab the container.

“He did a really good job of making sure they’d be safe,” Jack says. I notice that he’s moving things, making sure nothing is missing, and I smirk.

He’s checking to make sure there wasn’t a tracking device added to anything.

Turning on my Apple tag tracker on my phone, I watch as it searches, and shake my head when I see none are detected. He’s paranoid, but I know it’s because he worries and loves me.

Occupational hazard happens to the best of us.

“Any trackers?” I ask, giving him shit.

“No,” he says, chuckling. “Nothing untoward or unusual. Just a genuinely nice guy.”

Jack picks up the container, and I shut the trunk, following him as I lock the doors to the SUV.

“That’s the vibe I got,” I say. “So what is your plan for today?”

“I’m thinking of dinner out at one of your favorite restaurants, we’ll check out the house, and then go to your surprise,” he says. “I already have a reservation at Merriel’s steakhouse because you’ve been craving their Steak Diane, and the realtor is free to meet us.”

“If I haven’t said it today, you’re amazing,” I tell him as we ride up in the elevator.

“You make me want to be that for you,” he says. “Yes, I try to be a nice person to everyone, but I’m also really fucking paranoid. You and Dahlia are the only people who get to see this side of me.”

My lips twitch because I was just thinking about how paranoid he is, but he has good reason to be.

The elevator doors open, and we step out together. I notice that Jack’s eyes are always gazing around, checking to make sure we’re safe. I unlock the door to the apartment, and let us in.

“Hello,” I call out, walking into the apartment. Dahlia glances up, tears on her cheek, and I snarl. “What happened?”

“I would tease you, but I feel the same way,” Jack says, closing and locking the door behind us. The flowers get Dahlia’s attention and she graces us with a smile, dashing away tears.

“Those are pretty,” she says with a sniffle, watching as Jack puts the flowers in the living room. “They smell amazing too.”

Now that she says that, they really do. Our home smells the way I want it to at all times. Full of life, flowers and happiness.

“What happened?” Jack asks, walking over to where I’m sitting with Dahlia.

“It’s silly, and a good thing,” she says. “Sullivan mentioned there was an internship over the summer to work with successful songwriters in Detroit. I applied, not imagining I’d get it, but I just got a call from him that I did!”

“You’re incredibly gifted, of course you did,” Jack says warmly. “When did you apply?”

“A month ago,” she says with a wince. “I did it and immediately forgot about it because it terrified me. If I didn’t obsess about waiting for an answer, it wouldn't exist.”

“Solid plan,” I tease her.

“It looks like we have more to celebrate, then. We’re leaving in an hour. Wear something on the risqué side that won’t get us kicked out of a restaurant,” Jack says, smirking.

“Okay,” Dahlia says slowly. “All out for lingerie underneath?”

“Yes, please,” he says, nodding. “I need a shower too.”

“Alone?” I pout, earning me a wicked smile.

“Birthday spankings could be added to the festivities,” Jack growls, which makes Dahlia and I squeal, running for the other room.

I’ll just get my shower in with her instead.

Dahlia

Dinner was delicious, and now Jack is driving us to a house that may be our future home. The street lights illuminate the streets around us, and I’m filled with excitement. I squirm uncomfortably, and it has nothing to do with the panty vibrator I’m currently wearing.

It’s a gift I bought for Bee to control. She's been really enjoying making me squirm.

Fortunately, the toy is off, allowing me to gaze out the window as the streets go by. It’s a nice neighborhood, but I don’t know if we’re getting any closer, since my boyfriend’s being really fucking cagey.

“Getting closer,” Jack teases at that moment, and that’s when Bee decides to turn the toy on. My eyes widen, but she pretends she didn’t do anything.

God, she’s such a fucking brat!

Sitting rigidly, I watch as Jack pulls in front of a home on the river. It’s painted in white with blue shutters and a gray slate roof. Carefully getting out of the car, I find the pressure doesn’t get any better, so I’m swaying back and forth.

Fuck, this sucker is powerful. Swallowing hard, I focus on my surroundings, and find there’s an agent on the sidewalk in front of us.

“Hello Mr. Katz,” the agent says, making me smirk. The way she says it is in the tone of someone who is really hoping this is the house.

Jack has a lot of prerequisites for a property, which makes him a difficult man to please. Stepping up onto the sidewalk, I struggle to walk normally, my coat covering my black corseted dress. Bee slides her fingers through mine, a secret smile playing on her lips. Jack joins us with a nod, glancing at us.

“Hello, Trish,” he says. “Ready to show us the house? I want to see what the girls think.”

Trish nods, slight confusion in her gaze as she glances at our linked fingers. Jack told us that we’d need to make a joint appearance together at an event and make it clear that we’re all together to minimize the continued questioning glances.

One photo together at an event, and he’s hoping it’ll spread like wildfire while he directs the narrative. I hope he’s right. People are curious and sometimes unkind about our dynamic.

As we walk toward the house that’s lit up by the porch lights, I see that it’s one long home, with two stories and a wrap-around enclosed porch.

“This home used to be three separate homes, with different families living in it,” Trish explains. “It can be remodeled to be one fluid home, or left as is.”

“There are ten bedrooms total in the house,” Jack continues. “The basement is completely finished, and it’ll give us room for a home gym, family movie room, and more.”

The “and more” invites Bee to hit the button of the toy again. She has it hidden in her hand, and I swear to God, I almost come as I walk up the stairs. I’m going to kill her.

Jack has talked about adding a “sex room” to our house for us to play in once we have kids. It’ll remain locked when we’re not using it.

The wood of the porch is beautifully sealed and gleams. “Is this new?” I ask, tapping on the floor with my heel.

Trish beams at me, seeing that I noticed. “It’s about five years old, but the previous owners took pride in this porch. It’s resealed regularly, and beautiful, isn’t it?”

Nodding, I walk into the house, following her for the tour. It appears that these were once apartments, so there will be a fair amount of remodeling to do. The house looks out onto the water, which will be a gorgeous view to see every day.

There are some updates that’ll need to be done to the property as well, but I love the red fence that separates the water from the backyard and docks.

“We can get a boat, go on adventures on our weekends off, and update the attic to make it a music room for you,” Jack murmurs, his arms around Bee and I as we gaze out at the water. The sun set a while ago, and the sounds of nature surround us.

“There’s room for a hot tub out here too,” Bee says, snuggling into Jack’s body. “I really love it. Is there a space for a safe room?”

“There is in the basement,” he says. “The weather can get rough here, but the roof is new, and I’ll be able to update it for any of our needs. It may be a little big for us now, but when the kids get older, they can expand here with us.”

Family.

I’ve always been disconnected from the idea of it, since I wasn’t close to my mom or Aunt Amelia. Wishes don’t change my relationships, so I release the construct in the reality of having a real family with Jack and Bee.

“I love this house,” I admit. “I want to see it in the daylight, but I want it.”

“Same,” Bee says, nodding. “This way, we have time to renovate everything.”

“Then I’m in,” Jack says, turning back to where Trish is waiting for us inside. “Let’s go tell her what we decided.”

Okay then. Let’s fucking go.

Riding high from being edged and the promise of a new home, my body is floaty and uncomfortable.

“Color, Dolly,” Jack growls, helping me out of the truck.

“Yellow,” I admit. “She knows how to keep me on a razor’s edge. I really want to come.”

Bee looks worried as she wraps her arms around my waist, pouting. “I want to make you come on my tongue,” she says. “Can you handle a little more?”

“Yes,” I say with a nod. “With an invitation like that, I can’t exactly say no.”

“You can always say no,” Jack admonishes, making sure the truck is locked up. In front of us is a club with dark walls, and there doesn’t seem to be anyone here, even though the parking lot is full.

“We all have different times we can get to the club, so no one sees the other.”

Pulling out masks, he presses them into our hands. “Put these on, ladies. We’ll sign a few forms when we go in, and then we can have some fun,” he says.

“Jack, is this a sex club?” I hiss, eyes wide as I put on the mask over my eyes. I didn’t go heavy on the eyeshadow tonight, and also skipped the contacts. Bee told me she’s missed seeing my eye color.

Since I’ve been establishing my career with my new name, and Bee has as well, we’re keeping our names.

I don’t have to keep the fake gray eye color, though. Jack and his team can easily fix that.

Jack grins evilly as we walk toward the front door, our masks on our faces.

“I actually have wanted to take you here for ages, but it’s been an insane year,” Jack says, shrugging.

It really has been. I can’t believe that it was around this time that I started preparing to auction myself off. So much has happened since then.

The bouncer takes our names, and then walks us inside to a small office, where a woman explains all the rules. Since we won’t be playing with anyone outside of our group, we get blue bands that tell others we’re taken. Then, we sign a ton of paperwork that includes confidentiality, making me glad I left my phone in the truck.

I still forget to keep it with me.

If I’m with Bee and Jack, it’s even worse, because I don’t need to speak to anyone else. If Sullivan needs me, he calls Jack if he doesn’t find me on my cell phone. It works for me.

The club has dancing, a bar, and several different floors.

“Dance with me?” Bee asks, grinning wickedly.

“How could I possibly deny you,” I tell her. I love pressing my body against her when we dance. We haven’t been out much, though, not because we’re underaged. I don’t know what the minimum age is to come here, but I guess it’s worked out since we’ve been accepted.

Placing my hand in hers, we walk out onto the dance floor, with Jack watching us. It’s safe, we have our wristbands, and we were told there are people actively watching to make sure everyone’s boundaries are being respected. It’s the perfect place to enjoy ourselves without the hazard of some random guy grinding on my ass.

My hips roll as I dance, my lashes fluttering as I moan. My clit is so sensitive, it won’t take much to make me come. Bee’s hands ghost up my body, squeezing my breasts hard. Everything short of actual fucking is allowed on the dance floor, and people are taking that very seriously as they grind and dance.

I’m pretty sure a few of the girls are being fingered.

The idea that this is all happening around us makes my skin feel extra sensitive, and goosebumps raise on my skin. Bee pulls the straps down on my dress until my breasts flow over, smirking before she begins to suck and kiss them, making me writhe as I moan.

“So pretty,” Jack murmurs behind Bee. I knew it would only be a matter of time before he joined, and he grinds on Bee’s ass, his hand ghosting up the slit in her dress and under her panties.

Whimpering as she gasps, Bee kisses my lips, her fingers rubbing and twisting my nipples. My arms wrap tightly around her waist, and I can feel Jack’s arm trapped between our bodies as he brings Bee closer to coming.

“Come together, my gorgeous girls,” he growls, making me whimper. I swear I can feel the vibrations of his voice in my clit, and I’m barely holding on as Bee hugs me tightly. We’re both so damn close, and everything is heightening our shared excitement.

My pussy contracts on nothing as I shudder, and then I’m lost, my face buried in Bee’s neck as I come hard. Bee’s strangled gasps sound in my ear as Jack makes her fall off the cliff with me.

Gasping, I straighten, only to watch Jack cleaning off his fingers with his tongue. Bee helps me fix my dress as well, fingers shaking slightly from exertion.

“Shall we walk?” he asks, winking.

Bee shuts off the toy, still breathing hard, handing the remote to Jack. He pockets it without a word, and we begin to slowly walk as we float back to earth. There’s a chair with a spreader bar we begin to pass, and Bee tugs me toward it.

“I did say I wanted you to come on my tongue, beautiful,” she purrs, making me huff out a laugh.

Bee has me sit down on the chair, and Jack drops to his knees to both steal my panties and remove the toy under the guise of buckling my ankles to the spreader bar. Squealing, I’m surprised when Jack lifts my legs up to bare my pussy to Bee.

“All mine,” she says with a giggle, pushing her fingers deep inside my cunt.

I know I just came, but I’ve spent hours riding the edge. Bee sucks my clit between her lips, licking, using a little teeth, and making me keen. It’s darker in this recessed area of the club, even though we’re still on the first floor.

Jack holds the spreader up, and then feeds my wrists through the wrist handcuffs in the middle of the spreader bar, when I went to reach for Bee’s hand to grind on her face.

“Take what you’re given, brat,” he growls in my ear.

My eyes hood as I gaze at him, he grins before his lips are on mine. All I can do is feel as Bee licks me out, fucking my pussy with her fingers. My harsh breaths are all I can hear outside of the music and I keen in need.

“Such a good girl,” he praises, kissing down my neck.

“Please,” I beg, feeling my arousal gushing around Bee’s fingers. “Oh fuck, I’m so close. Bee!”

“You beg so pretty,” Jack growls, his fingers unbuttoning his pants to release his cock, stroking it lazily. “Open wide for me, beautiful. I want to feel how tight your throat gets when you come.”

Opening eagerly and sticking out my tongue, I drag it up the crown of his cock where a heavy bead of pre-cum hangs, moaning at his salty taste. My lips wrap around him, sucking hard as my eyes roll back at Bee’s tender ministrations.

“Fuck yes, take it all,” Jack groans, thrusting deeper into my mouth, and sliding down my throat. I swallow around his girth, gagging slightly as I force myself to relax.

“Dolly, you’re doing so good. Just like that.”

The way he praises me makes me clench around Bee’s fingers, and she moans in response. Jack holds onto my curls, pulling my head back to fuck my throat harder, the other hand easily holding the spreader bar.

My entire body is aching, begging, needing, but all I can do is feel.

“Our gorgeous little fuck toy. You’ll come when we tell you, my pretty little whore, and you love it, don’t you?” he rasps. I shouldn’t be enjoying this right?

Fuck it, I adore when he uses me like this. To know that they’re both using me for their pleasure, because Bee loves to push me to the edge and then pull me back over and over. The taste of me on her tongue is an aphrodisiac.

Who am I to deny her anything on her special day?

Sucking harder and swallowing around him, I play a fun game to see who comes first, him or me. Jack’s head drops back as he groans my name, sounding pained. Bee twists her fingers in my pussy, making my thighs start to tremble.

Tears escape my eyes from gagging around his cock, and being edged. Mewling, I fist my hands around the spreader bar to attempt to ground myself, only to find that I’m already falling.

Bee laps at my pussy as I squirt and strangle her fingers, and Jack roars as my throat convulses around his cock.

“Goddamn, baby girl. I’m going to overflow your pretty little mouth,” he groans. We’ve all been so busy, it’s been cutting into our fun time, and I struggle to swallow the ropes of cum.

Some does escape out of the corner of my mouth as I writhe as Bee fucks me through my aftershocks with her fingers. Jack pulls out of my mouth, a thread of saliva following.

“Bee, why don’t you clean up our girl? It looks like I made a bit of a mess of her,” Jack murmurs.

Bee quickly gets up and moves toward me, smirking as she looks down at me.

“She looks perfect,” she says before licking up the side of my face to clean the cum. I’m still completely bound to the spreader bar, unable to do anything but go with it, moaning as she gives me a filthy kiss, so I can taste myself.

Jack slowly releases me, rubbing my limbs as he carefully puts my legs on the ground. My chest heaves from the experience, my breasts bouncing slightly as I stand. Jack’s arm wraps around my waist, helping to rearrange my clothes before pushing a red button by the chair.

It lights up, signifying that the area needs to be cleaned, which is incredibly smart. As we walk slowly away, someone walks over to wipe the chair down and sanitize it.

“That’s cool,” I murmur, tugging Bee closer to me so she can snuggle in.

“I’m impressed with this place,” Jack confirms, as we walk up the stairs to the next level. “Ready for more? I have a room reserved for us. I think we may have had our fill of being exhibitionists. I need to fuck the birthday girl, and need privacy for that.”

“You sound as if you have a plan, Jack,” Bee purrs, to which he just grins.

“I do,” he says. “I’ve been practicing my knot work. I just want to make sure it doesn’t bother you. I need you to tell me if you don’t want to do it, okay?”

Nodding, Bee looks as if she’s trying to figure out what he means as we follow him through the club. He pulls out a key from his pocket, unlocking the door and opening it for us.

“I got the key while you were dancing,” he explains as he follows us in, closing and locking the door behind himself. There’s a large bed in the room, and there are hooks in various places above it and on the headboard and footboard.

“We have it for as long as we want. This is what I’m thinking.”

Moving to a hidden compartment on the bed, he shows us a smooth coil of rope. It looks very soft, and he holds it out to us so we can both touch it. It’s very different from the harsh rope that Bee was tied up in, and I watch as she relaxes.

“This is nice,” she sighs softly.

“I’ve been practicing my knots, wanting to try suspending you in the air,” Jack says. “I won’t be able to fully do it without a class or two that we take together, but I can get you partially suspended. I want to fuck you after I do that, while Dolly eats you out, birthday girl. What do you think?”

“Green,” she whispers, her pupils already blown.

“Good,” he says, sighing. “I didn’t know if you’d want this.”

Pulling down the sleeves of her lilac-colored corset mini dress, she lets it fall to the ground. Bee is completely naked underneath, and absolutely breathtaking. Jack motions for her to come to him, and she drops to her knees and crawls.

“Oh my God,” I whisper, watching her breasts sway and her pussy on full display.

Jack has mentioned that Bee has more submissive tendencies since she’s so used to caring for so many people throughout the day, in her day to day life. In the bedroom, she just wants to completely let go and have someone else take care of her.

“There’s my gorgeous girl,” Jack purrs, holding out his hand to help her stand and climb onto the high bed. When his gaze cuts over me, disappointed that my clothes are still on, I pull them off quickly.

While I had asked about pretty lingerie, my dress had built in cups, and my crotchless panties are now in Jack’s pocket.

I watch, entranced as Bee sits on the mattress, and Jack begins to knot the rope around her torso, creating a gorgeous harness across her back and breasts. At no point does she look uncomfortable, or the rope too tight, and her arms are also bound to her sides.

Her nipples are in stark relief compared to the dark-colored rope, her breasts pushed up gloriously. Jack ties the rope above her through a closed hook that appears meant for that purpose.

“Lay back slowly,” he whispers along the shell of her ear. “I want to make sure this will hold you.”

Bee looks as if she's content as she does as he says, and is completely relaxed. I read once that this is called subspace, which means he’ll need to make sure he monitors her, so he doesn’t push farther than is safe.

The rope holds perfectly, and he moves around the bed to use the cuffs at the end of the bed to splay her legs wide open.

“Ready to make our girl feel good?” Jack asks, pulling me to him to kiss me hard. I nod eagerly, because that’s exactly what I want.

Smacking my ass, he pulls off his clothes, crawling naked on the bed to slide behind Bee. The pillows hold him perfectly behind her, her pussy flawlessly in line for him to lift her hips just enough to thrust himself in.

“Uhh,” Bee moans, dropping her head back onto Jack’s shoulder. I love it when she gets incoherent. Moving between her creamy thighs, I drop my tongue out, licking her arousal from Jack’s balls.

“Oh fuck,” he gasps, fucking up into Bee’s tight pussy. His hips thrust in fast succession, and I know he’ll last as long as it takes for her to come.

Guess I better get to work. Sucking on her clit, I rock my finger through her wetness before I slowly push it inside of her channel alongside Jack’s cock.

“Dahlia,” Jack says in a pained tone, while Bee squeals.

“Don’t stop,” she begs, and Jack grunts as he continues to fuck her.

“I’m going to fucking spank your ass red, baby girl,” he growls. “Keep going. Holy shit.”

I experiment as I lick her out, loving how fucking wet she is. I manage to push one more finger into her pussy, shivering in my own excitement at how stuffed her pussy is.

“You’re both killing me,” Jack groans. “Fuck, Dolly. Bring her over, beautiful.”

Sucking hard on her clit, my fingers ghost up her skin to torture and squeeze her breasts. Bee’s eyes roll back as she comes, wordlessly screaming as Jack follows her, filling her pussy with his cum.

I pull my fingers out of her cunt, cleaning her up as Jack slowly pulls his cock out of her. Crawling up to take my place behind Bee as Jack unties her, I rub her wrists and whisper in her ear.

“Happy birthday, baby. Let’s make it a great year.”