Yes

“Yes,” Remy says.

It comes out wrecked. She is looking at Adam’s cock when she says it, not at Mia.

Mia clicks her tongue. “Not like that. Look at me. Say what it is.”

Remy lifts her eyes. Adam’s cock is still hanging in front of her mouth, wet, close, the head dark and shining with her spit.

“I am getting Adam’s cock because you permit it.”

“Again.”

“I am getting your husband’s cock because you permit it.”

“Louder.”

Remy’s face burns. “I get Adam’s cock because Mia permits it.”

“Good.” Mia doesn’t let the word become kindness. “That’s all you are tonight. A slut who fucks a married man because his wife ordered it. Not because you earned him. Not because you’re better at this than I am. Because I pointed at you and said she can have it.”

Remy’s breath hits his cock.

“That’s what you look like,” Mia says. “A workplace bitch on her knees in another woman’s living room, waiting on permission to put a married cock in her mouth. You talked like you’d taken armies. Now you’re a toy I lent him. A hole I am allowing him to use. Say slut if you understand.”

Remy’s voice is small. “Slut.”

“Whose.”

“Yours. His. I don’t—” She swallows. “A slut who gets fucked because his wife said so.”

Adam’s cock twitches in the space between Remy’s lips and her pride.

Remy leans in and tries to lick him.

Mia’s hand is in her hair before the tongue lands. She yanks Remy’s head back. Remy gasps. The head of his cock leaves a wet smear in the air in front of her mouth.

“I didn’t give you permission to lick it.”

Remy’s eyes shine. “Please.”

“Please what.”

“Please let me suck his cock. Please. I’ll do it how you want. I’ll say it. I get it because you permit it. Just let me—”

Mia looks at Adam, then at Remy, and uses the hair in her fist to put Remy where she wants her.

Not all of him. Just the head.

She pushes the fat, wet head of Adam’s cock between Remy’s lips and stops there. Remy’s mouth stretches around it. Her tongue tries to work and has almost nothing to work with. Drool starts immediately.

“Hold that,” Mia says. “Just the head. You don’t take another inch unless I walk you onto it.”

Remy makes a muffled sound. Her lips seal behind the ridge. She looks wrecked already, eyes up, mouth full of only the beginning of him.

Mia stands. She keeps one hand in Remy’s hair and the other on Adam’s hip, and she starts walking him toward the hallway.

“Crawl.”

Remy goes to her hands and knees. The first movement almost loses him. Mia stops her with a sharp pull.

“If his cock slips out of your mouth, we stop and you go home with nothing but a sore throat. Keep the head. Crawl.”

Remy crawls.

It is slow and filthy. Her jeans scrape the floor. Her mouth stays locked around the head of Adam’s cock while Mia leads him backward down the hall, step by step. Spit strings from Remy’s lip to her chin. Every time she tries to take more, Mia’s fist warns her back to just that thick head, just that stretch, just the thing she is being allowed.

“That’s a married man’s cock in your mouth,” Mia says as they move. “You are crawling through my apartment with it on your tongue because I said you could have that much. Not the rest. The head. That’s what permission looks like on you.”

Remy moans around him. The sound vibrates on the head. Adam swears under his breath and lets his wife steer him.

The bedroom doorway. The bed. The chair already waiting at the foot of it.

Mia walks them in until Remy is on the rug at the end of the mattress, still on her knees, still holding only the head of Adam’s cock in her mouth like a humiliating promise.

“Stand up.”

Remy hesitates, afraid to lose him.

“Stand,” Mia says. “In front of me. Now.”

Remy lets the head slip from her lips with a wet pop and gets to her feet. Spit shines on her mouth. She stands in front of Mia, shaking, waiting.