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“I want to be in charge,” I said. “If that’s all right.”
“It’s more than all right,” said the swan. Behind her the wolf said nothing, but his breath changed.
“Swan. On the edge of the bed, on your knees. Wolf, you sit in that chair and keep your hands on your lap. You can watch. You can’t touch until I say.”
She went like silk, bent over the mattress with her stockinged legs apart and her arse in the air, looking back at me. The wolf sat. I rolled a condom on from the bedside bowl, put one hand on her lower back and pushed slowly into her, and she gasped and clenched round me. She was wet enough that I slid in to the root.
I fucked her slowly at first. Then harder, holding her hips, the slap of skin loud in the lamplit room. “Tell him what it feels like,” I said, and she did, in a shaky, filthy whisper, every word of it, while her husband’s knuckles went white on the arms of the chair.
“Now you,” I said to him. “Her mouth.”
He knelt at the head of the bed. She took him, and I went deeper, faster, until her cries were muffled and her thighs were shaking. She came first, hard, bucking. Then him, groaning, in her mouth. Then me, pulling out and spilling across her back in thick hot lines.
“Highwayman,” the swan said, laughing and wrecked. “You’re very bossy for a man who fixes lifts.”
Ending 2 of 16: Giving Orders. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.