Zuri is a quick learner.
She falls into a comfortable rhythm, bringing her hand up to meet her mouth with each stroke. It feels good. So fucking good, I have to close my eyes to fight for restraint. Except… What am I restraining myself for? She didn’t ask for a marathon blowjob session. She asked to be taught.
“My balls,” I grit out. “Gently.”
Zuri slips her free hand down to cup my balls. Her clever fingers explore me, and she goes still when she strokes my perineum and I moan. Holding my gaze, she repeats the motion.
“You keep doing that, I’m going to come.”
Zuri does it again.
“Fuck.” I clench my jaw. “Decide right now if you want to swallow or not, Zuri. I’m close.”
She hesitates for the briefest second and then picks up her pace, sucking me down even as her clever fingers have me exploding in her mouth. I fist my hands in the comforter, desperate to hold on to something that keeps me from grabbing her head and fucking her mouth like I want to. I come hard, and she drinks me down without hesitation.
Zuri gives my cock one last pull as if she can’t resist and then lifts her head. She drags her thumb over the corner of her mouth. “Like that?”
“Like that,” I manage. I can’t help reaching for her, can’t help cupping her jaw for the few seconds she allows it before she sits up and puts some distance between us. I swallow hard, choking on guilt. Ursa’s beating and fucking banished it last night, but it never stays gone for good, no matter how many bruises I sport. It doesn’t stop me from trying.
“It seems simple enough,” Zuri finally says.
“The secret is enjoying it. If you’re enjoying it, your partner will lose their fucking mind. Technique is only a bonus.” I sit up. “Zuri, come here.”
“No.” She shakes her head. “That was a lesson, and it’s over.”
I open my mouth to argue, but the door opens before I can say anything else. Ursa sweeps into the room, looking as perfectly put together as always. She’s got her locs styled almost like a crown and is wearing a dress that makes me think of the sea during a storm, an ombre sort of thing with the fabric fading from black around her chest and torso, down to a light frothy white at the hem.
She takes one look at us and smiles. “Good, you’re awake.” She snaps her fingers. “Come here. Kneel at my feet, darlings.”
Zuri obeys without hesitation, blatantly eager to put distance between us. She walks naked to Ursa and sinks to her knees like she’s been playing the part of a submissive for years, instead of for less than twenty-four hours.
I follow more slowly, mostly because my body protests moving after the beating I received last night. I smile at how sore I am. It feels good. Cathartic. Not enough to fully banish the guilt lingering around the edges, but the pain helps. It helps a lot.
I kneel carefully next to Zuri.
Ursa circles us, close enough that her dress brushes against me. “Tell me your safe words.”
“Mermaid,” I answer at the same time Zuri says, “Hurricane.”
“Now that we’ve got that out of the way.” She stops in front of us and crouches down. “What have you two been up to?” Ursa grips my cock, dragging her nails along my length. Despite my earlier orgasm, I start to harden. I’d have to be dead not to want this woman.
She cups Zuri’s pussy with her free hand. Ursa hums a little. “So wet. Both of you. Were you fucking?”
“No,” I gasp. “No, Mistress.”
Zuri gives a little moan. “I, uh, sucked his dick.”
“Ah.” Ursa keeps stroking me and out of the corner of my eye I can see her rubbing slow circles around Zuri’s clit. “Then I suppose I’ll have to hold off punishing you and skip right to the reward for being obedient.”
Her rewards often come with as many teeth as her punishments. The knowledge thrills me. Ursa gives me one last stroke and stands. “Let’s eat. I wouldn’t want you to get low blood sugar during our activities today.” She turns and sweeps out of the room.
Zuri gives a shaky little sigh. “Is it always like this?”
“Yes.” I stand slowly, wincing a little. Maybe practically begging Ursa to beat me last night wasn’t the best idea I’ve ever had. Today is going to be rough. I hold out a hand to help Zuri up, but she ignores it and climbs to her feet on her own.
She glances at me, and her skin darkens in a blush. “I don’t suppose we get to put on clothes?”
“Only if you want her to make a show of punishing you while she makes you take them off again.”
She sighs. “I thought as much.”