unzipped her coat, tossing it aside before peeling off her sweater too. Next she dropped her pants and kicked them away alongside her socks before taking her shirt off and moving towards Saint in a set of matching red underwear.
She lowered down to her knees before him and he slowly moved his phone aside, switching it off as he looked at her.
I exchanged a glance with the others and Kyan chuckled as he unbuckled his jeans and dropped them before ripping his shirt off so that he was left in his boxers. He moved to kneel beside Tatum, looking a lot less submissive even while he played the part and he smirked at Saint as he looked at him.
"Come on then, master," Kyan taunted. "Take control of us. You know it'll help with those Daddy issues that are plaguing you."
"Are we seriously doing this?" I asked, looking at Blake with a brow arched. "Just giving in to the will of the Devil?"
"I dunno about you, dude. But if the Devil is gonna command I make Tatum come, then I think I'm gonna have to go join the dark side." Blake grinned at me as he quickly stripped too and I rolled my eyes.
Tatum turned to look at me over her shoulder as Blake kneeled on her other side and my gaze slid over her near naked body in the red light as she bit her lip seductively.
"You're not playing fair," I groaned, my self-control losing a battle against my pride. We all knew I wouldn't just stand here and get left out, but fuck if I was going to kneel in front of that asshole.
Saint smirked at me over Tatum's head as he seemed to realise what my objections were to this and he jerked his chin my way, commanding her to move.
"Let's see if you can bring him to his knees then, siren," he suggested and my pulse picked up as her eyes lit with that challenge.
I stayed where I was, standing beside the large heap of sleeping bags as she crawled towards me and the others watched her with hungry eyes.
Her hands landed on my knees and I looked down at her as she ran them up my thighs until she found the solid ridge of my cock through my jeans. I groaned as she unzipped my fly, reaching out to run my fingers over her hair.
"Hands behind your head, Nash. But take your shirt off first," Saint commanded and Tatum actually fucking stopped what she was doing as she waited for me to comply.
I grunted something that may have included an insult for our evil overlord then fell into line like a good boy, yanked my shirt and sweater off and laced my hands together behind my head.
The moment I'd done it, Tatum worked my fly lower, pulling my boxers down too and freeing my cock with a sultry gasp that made me ache.
"Slowly," Saint said, and I almost groaned again as she followed his order to the letter, taking her sweet time wrapping the base of my shaft in her hand before running her tongue up the underside of it.
She continued to lick and tease me, tasting the bead of moisture that formed on the head of my dick, but not actually closing her lips around me until Saint commanded it.
“Now,” he growled and her mouth closed over the head of my cock before she slid me right to the back of her throat, making me growl with the desire to grip her head between my hands. But I didn’t, I kept to the game and my hands remained locked behind my head as instructed.
It was equally infuriating and exhilarating, never knowing what moment he'd pick to interrupt us or change what she was doing, and my muscles bunched with tension as I fought to keep my hands locked behind my head.
When I was certain I was about to come between those perfect lips of hers, he suddenly commanded her to stop and I couldn't help but lurch forward a step, reaching out and trying to stop her from retreating as she sat back onto her feet.
"If you won't kneel for me, Nash, maybe you'll do it for your queen?" Saint suggested and I gave up any pretence of fighting this as I shoved my jeans the rest of the way off and stalked her back onto the bed.
"Yes," I agreed. "For her."
Tatum took my hand and I let her draw me down as she smiled