Yes, Mistress (8)
“Let’s begin.”
Julianne held Rick’s grip in her hair with one hand and pointed at Diego with the other.
“You first,” she said. “Mouth or hands?”
Diego’s belt hit the floor. “Both.”
She smiled. “Then get on your knees.”
He did, lowering himself in front of her with the kind of steady calm that came from knowing he would enjoy this. His hands were firm on her thighs as he pushed her legs apart. Julianne leaned back slightly, bracing herself on her arms, watching as Diego’s mouth lowered between her legs.
A low sound escaped her throat when he started. His tongue worked without hesitation. She arched into it, eyes fluttering shut, but only for a second.
“Rick,” she said, her voice tight. “Keep it together.”
“I’ve got you,” he whispered. His fingers tightened in her
