Page 112 of Split You Open

Once the three of us have kicked off our shoes, I’m ready for our new game to begin.

“Santi, go grab your lube from upstairs. When you come back down, strip, and wait for your next command,” I order as I move further into the living room. “Rhett, undress me.”

Behind me, Santi yips with excitement before taking off through his house.

As I stroll over to the couch, Rhett follows. “What’s the plan for the night?”

“You’ll see.”

“No hint?”

I smirk. “Remember when you called me greedy back when we were on the run?”

“As I recall, you called yourself ‘the greediest’. It was a pretty ballsy claim.”

My smirk turns into a devilish grin. “Yeah, well, you’re about to see what I mean by that.”

“Hm, you’ll have some stiff competition. The brat that just ran upstairs is pretty damn greedy, too.”

“Good thing I’m in charge tonight, then. I’ll get my way.”

Rhett chuckles as he comes up behind me and grabs the hem of my shirt. I lift my arms for him to pull it up and over. My bra falls away next. His lips skim across my shoulder as his hands come around and deftly unbutton my jeans before unzipping them. As he drags them down my legs, he kneels. Picturing him like that—on his knees at my feet—has a rush of heat billowing through me.

As I pull one foot, then the other out, I tell him, “Stay right where you are.”

Turning around, I find Rhett right where I want him. He stares up at me with those dark eyes, his gaze piercing. There’s blood splatter on his face where his bandana didn’t cover and it adds to the darkness that seems to radiate from his soul.

That darkness calls to me.

“You look so damn good down there, Rhett,” I tell him—my voice growing husky. “Maybe I’ll keep you on your knees all night.”

Rhett moves to get to his feet with a derivative scoff but I boop him on the nose. “Bad boy. Down.”

He bares his teeth at me in a muted snarl. “Fucking brat…”

“I haven’t even gotten started. Now, where were we?” I reach up and tap my chin as I playfully consider the next order. A wicked smile splays across my face and I decide to push my luck. “How about you bark for me, Rhett? Can you do that? Can you ‘speak’?”

It’s a taunt more than a command.

Rhett might be an accommodating lover, but he definitely leans toward being more dominant than submissive. How far will I be able to push him tonight? He’s got to listen to me. I am the winner of The Hunt, after all.

His eyes flash but a smile tugs at his mouth. “You sure are bossy when you get a little bit of power.”

“I’m just enjoying being the winner.”

“I think it’s already corrupted you.”

My smile grows wider as I remind him, “And the good boy says…?”

Rhett sighs, long and loud.

One hand wraps around my ankle before he skims it upwards. I shiver at his light touch. When his hand gets to the back of my thigh, it stalls before gripping me hard. With a heave, he throws my leg over his shoulder. I cry out in surprise, then laugh as his other rests on my hip to steady me. Leaning forward, he presses his nose right into my pussy.

As I gasp, he growls into me, “Woof.”

“Look at you,” I rasp out. “Such a good boy, Rhett.”

He has the nerve to run his tongue all the way through my pussy lips. I groan loudly at the feel of his hot, wet tongue lazily exploring me. My fingers find his hair and I rake my nails along his scalp. A deep groan rumbles in my chest as his tongue slides through me again. When his tongue circles my clit and gives it a sharp suck, my eyes roll back into my head.