She punishes me sometimes, like that rough night with Nate, but she rewards too. And honestly, the rewards mess with my head more than the punishments ever could.

Last night she told me to strip. No warning. No buildup. Then she handed me my key. Just dropped it in my palm like it was nothing. I froze for half a second, wondering what the trick was, then remembered I am not paid to hesitate. I unlocked fast.

Before I could even get my bearings, the doorbell rang. It was her friend Lacy. And suddenly the whole night shifted gears.

What followed was hours of me being the eager idiot between two hot women who were clearly into each other. Most of the time they were focused on themselves, kissing, touching, laughing. Then every so often one of them would grab me, pull me in, remind me I was there for a reason.

I did my job. With my fingers. With my mouth. With my cock. With enthusiasm that probably bordered on embarrassing. I came three different times, each on command, which still blows my mind considering how trained and predictable my body has become.

More important than my orgasms though, both of them were happy. They told me so. Complimented my tongue. Complimented how well I used what I was given. That praise hit harder than anything else.

We fell asleep in a tangled heap on the bed, limbs everywhere, totally spent. And for once, little Levi got the night free.

Those are the nights that keep me hooked.

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