you from your work for a while.”
His dad stepped closer to me and reached out a hand toward my chest. An inch before he made contact with my breast, though, Montgomery’s hand shot out and caught his father at the wrist. “Look at her collar, Father. You know the rules.”
But his father just chuckled. “Ah ah ah. You know everything’s a test. The Elders don’t look kindly on someone not willing to share their toys. And if you think I’m going to relinquish the keys to my kingdom to someone who can’t even play the game… well…”
His father stepped back and pulled his hand away from me. “Maybe you aren’t the son I raised you to be.”
Finally, Montgomery’s gaze shifted. He looked his father straight in the eye.
“Oh, I’m here to play the game. But while some fathers and sons enjoy a particular kind of closeness—” Montgomery’s eyes shifted again, and I followed where he looked.
Not far from us a woman was bent over some sort of bench. A young man screwed her from behind while she sucked off an older man from the front. My first instinct was to turn away, but this was the world I was in now, and I forced myself to look closer.
The two men, old and young, shared some distinguishable features. They had the same nose, same hair color, the same build. They had to be father and son. Fucking the same woman at once.
My eyes shot back to Montgomery’s father. Was that what he wanted? Had he hoped his son would pick the red or white collar so that I’d be the woman in that position, being taken by both father and son at once?
A shudder went down my spine. I’d known from the beginning that my body would be used in ways I could never have imagined, but that? That was a bridge too far. If only because I’d met this man on two occasions, and both times, he’d made me want to crawl out of my skin. I couldn’t fathom how Montgomery could be his son.
“That’s never been up my alley,” Montgomery finished calmly, almost conversationally.
And then he reached down casually and began to finger me. Right in front of his father while they kept talking.
I jumped at the contact but forced myself not to pull away. My face flamed though, and it took everything in me not to wrap my arms around myself and cover up as more and more eyes turned our way.
“You see,” Montgomery said, “I thought being a part of the Order meant that we got to be kings among men. And tonight, as a king, I want all of my pet’s attention centered on me. Isn’t that right, pet?”
He snapped his fingers, the ones that had just been teasing at my sex and pointed at the floor.
And God help me, I dropped to my knees.
This, after all, was the difference between Montgomery and his father. If his father had tried a move like that, I might have spit in his face.
But after our week together and realizing that Montgomery had made an unpopular choice in choosing the black collar… Well, his father was right.
This was a test.
I might not know all that was on the line for Montgomery, but he’d been good to me and I wanted to be good to him in return. I wanted him to succeed. And I certainly wanted him to one-up his bastard of a dad.
So, I didn’t just kneel in front of him. I bowed my face flat to the floor with my arms out in front of me in supplication. And readied myself for whatever came next.
13
Montgomery
Wet dreams were made from scenes like this.
Grace, submitting before me, in a position that had my cock throb in need. I had never wanted to fuck someone so badly in my life. I had tried so hard to be a gentleman. I wanted to give the woman the respect she deserved even though we were both thrust into a degrading and sordid nightmare of lust and debauchery.
But I was only so strong.
I couldn’t resist the urge to unleash my inner beast forever.
My father stoked the flames, but Grace, in the position she was in, only fueled the fire.
Not thinking, not caring, not feeling anything but an overwhelming desire to pound my cock into her tight little pussy, I unfastened my pants, walked behind her, and knelt down onto the floor like the animal I truly was.
Her pussy lips glistened, her thighs parted