“I said I’m always the one dishing out discipline, but I’d much rather be on the receiving end.”

  I brushed my fingers over her cheek. “Yes, that’s what you crave. Submission.”

  Kate let out a sigh as the flush spread down her chest, her nipples stiffening under the blouse.

  I slowly stood up, towering over her.

  Her chin lifted, and she looked up at me with a challenge in her eyes. Her legs were triple crossed. Her hands held the sides of the seat, and she stuck her chest out.

  “Are you going to discipline me, Ryan? Are you?”

  “Stand up.”

  My command hung in the air as Kate returned my gaze. Then, slowly, she stood, giving me a look that made my cheeks burn.

  “Where do you want me?”

  “Over there.” I pointed towards the island.

  She walked over, her heels clicking on the tile, her shorts riding up as she squared her shoulders, lifting her chin with defiance.

  She turned to face me as I stepped closer, crowding her against the island. “Turn around,” I said, voice calm but iron-firm.

  Kate obeyed, pivoting slowly, hands gripping the counter’s edge. The shorts hugged her ass, tight and high, her thighs trembling.

  Caroline and Sofia watched with fascination.

  I took in the sight of her, savoring every second. “Now bend over.”

  Chapter seventeen

  Kate paused a moment, taking a breath. Then she leaned forward, elbows on the counter, ass jutting out. Her blouse rode up, exposing the dip of her lower back.

  I reached around and untied the string belt of her shorts. Then I hooked my fingers into the waistband and yanked them halfway down her thighs.

  Her silk panties stretched across the roundness of her ass. She gasped, goosebumps lifting on the small of her back.

  “Count,” I said, resting a hand on her hip.

  “Count what—”

  The first smack cut her off, firm and loud against her left cheek. Her whole body jolted, a stifled yelp slipping out.

  “One,” she muttered, voice shaky, fingers curling against the counter.

  Sofia giggled, bouncing in her seat. “Harder, Ryan! Teach her a lesson.”

  Caroline sipped her negroni. “Look at her—already wet.”

  Indeed, a dark patch was visible on her panties.

  “It’s true,” I murmured. “She’s wet herself.”

  I landed the second smack—right cheek, sharper. Kate’s hips twitched, a low moan escaping despite her clenched jaw.

  “Two,” she breathed, her legs parting an inch, shorts stretched tight around her knees.

  I slid my hand across her hip, feeling the heat radiating off her skin.

  The third smack landed—left cheek again, the sound cracking through the kitchen. Her ass jiggled in the silk panties, a red flush blooming beneath the fabric.

  “Three,” she choked out, her voice breaking into a whimper. She leaned lower on the counter, ass lifting higher like she couldn’t help it.

  Sofia clapped, eyes wide. “Ay, she loves it! Look at her move!”

  “She’s a natural,” Caroline said, swirling her glass. “Bet she’s been dreaming about this since the mats.”

  I gave her a fourth, crisp and deliberate. Kate’s moan came louder this time, her thighs quivering, the wetness spreading darker on her panties.

  “Four,” she gasped, fingers scrabbling at the counter’s edge.

  I stepped back to admire her—bent over, shorts tangled around her thighs, panties clinging to her soaked core. Her chest heaved, sweat beading on her neck.

  “Stand up and turn around,” I commanded.

  Kate stood, straightening up, her nipples strained against the blouse, her flush painting her chest red.

  She wiggled as she tugged her shorts up, then lurched towards me, throwing her weight against me, eyes glassy, lips curled into a lewd smile.

  Her fists clenched my shirt, trying to pull me towards her mouth.

  Caroline clicked her tongue. “Still trying to take charge.”

  Gently but firmly, I moved her away and pointed to the floor. “On your knees.”

  I thought she might be after another physical struggle, and I’d have to wrestle her to the floor.

  Instead, a serene look came into her eyes. She wanted nothing more than to obey my commands.

  Caroline smirked, leaning forward. “Go on, Kate. Show us how bad you want it.”

  Kate’s gaze darted between Caroline and Sofia, then back to me.

  Her tongue flicked over her lips, and she sank down into a squatting position, her thighs spread out.

  I unzipped my jeans with a slow, deliberate pull.

  I looked down at her, jeans open, my cock straining against the briefs. Kate’s eyes locked on it, her breath coming fast.

  The kitchen went quiet— just the hum of the fridge and Sofia’s soft giggle breaking the tension.

  “Take it out.”

  Kate’s hands trembled hungrily as she reached up, hooking her fingers into the waistband of my briefs.

  She tugged them down, her nails grazing my hips, and my cock sprang free, thick and hard in front of her face.

  Her lips parted as she adjusted her position.

  Sofia leaned forward, elbows on her knees, chin in her hands. “Oy, is really big, yes? You’re lucky, Kate.”

  Caroline crossed her legs. “You better take every inch of that dick, Kate. Go on, girl—show him how much you want him.”

  Kate licked her lips again, slower this time, then leaned in, her breath hot against my skin.

  Her hands slid up my thighs, tentative, then gripped me, taking the tip past her lips with a moan.

  “Fuck,” I growled, one hand tangling in her bangs, the other cradling the back of her head, guiding her deeper.

  Her tongue pressed flat, eager, and she bobbed forward, the wet heat of her mouth enveloping my length.

  She sucked me eagerly, holding my shaft with one hand. She lifted it, licking my balls and taking one into her mouth, sucking it.

  Sofia clapped again, bouncing. “She’s good! Look at her go!”

  “Good girl.” I stroked the top of her head as she plunged my dick into her throat again. “Just like that.”

  Her mouth worked me harder, her moans muffled as she sucked, spit glistening on her chin. I held her head, hips rocking just enough to feel her throat tighten around me. Her eyes stayed on mine, pleading, desperate for more.

  I could have let her continue, but something in her eager submission made me want more. This wasn’t just about getting off—I wanted to fully claim her, to complete what we’d started at the gym.

  “That’s enough,” I said, gently easing her back. My cock slipped from her lips with a wet pop. She looked up at me, confusion momentarily crossing her face before understanding dawned in her eyes.

  She wiped her mouth, panting slightly, waiting for my next command.

  “Get up.” I extended my hand.

  She gazed up at me, putting her hand in mine. She got to her feet balancing shakily on her heels.

  I pushed her shorts down to her shoes. She put a hand on my shoulder as I pulled them off one foot, then the other.

  “Yeah, take her slow right here in front of us,” Caroline breathed.

  Kate shivered as I curled my fingers under the band of her panties, brushing over the trimmed tuft of pubic hair beneath. I started to tug at them.

  “Wait,” Kate said, her hand pressing me. “Can… Can we have privacy? Just for the first time, at least?” Her eyes shifted to Caroline and Sofia.

  “Sure, we can have privacy,” I said, taking Kate by the hand and kissing her forehead.

  “Awww, he’s so sweet,” Sofia hummed.

  Caroline smirked, gesturing casually towards the hall door. “Why don’t you take her into the TV room? Fuck her on the couch?”

  I saw a look of relief pass over Kate’s face, and she looked at me with gratitude.

  “Come on.” Holding her hand, I led her across the hallway into the den, where the evening light was dim and grey.

  Chapter eighteen

  Kate’s blouse was still on, the silky material clinging to her curves, but below she wore only her panties, her thick thighs pressed together as she perched on the edge of the couch, unstrapping her heels.

  Her feet were soft and pale.

  I knelt between her legs, kissing her neck, then her collarbone, working my way down as I unbuttoned her blouse.

  “Come on, do it…” She swallowed. “Fuck me. I’m yours. You can do whatever you want with me.”

  I pushed her blouse open and unclasped her black lace bra, letting her heavy tits spill free, nipples big and hard.

  I took one in my mouth, and she arched back, her fingers curling in my hair.

  My hand slid to the waistband of her panties. I tugged them down her thighs, revealing her completely.

  Kate reached for me again, this time more urgently. “Please.”

  I stood, stripping off my clothes as she watched hungrily.

  “Lie back,” I murmured.

  She eased back slowly, stretching out on the couch, her thighs open for me. I positioned myself above her, my arms braced on either side of her head.

  “You’re mine now,” I said, kissing her deeply as I entered her in one smooth thrust.

  “Oh god!” she cried out, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me deeper. “Yes, yes…”

  Her pussy was tight around me, and her powerful thighs gripped me with surprising strength. Each thrust drew a moan from her lips, her hands clutching at my back.

  “Yeah, fuck me, come on, fuck me harder…”

  I drove into her with increasing force. The couch creaked beneath us, and Kate’s moans grew louder.

  “That’s it,” I growled in her ear. “Let go.”

  “Do you like it? Do you like my pussy?”

  “I love it.”

  Her nails dug into my shoulders as her orgasm built. I could feel her tightening around me, her breathing becoming erratic.

  “I’m going to come,” she gasped, her eyes wide with surprise, as if she hadn’t expected the intensity of what she was feeling.

  “Do it,” I commanded, thrusting harder.

  Her body convulsed, her back arching off the couch. I watched her face as pleasure overwhelmed her—all of her carefully maintained control shattered in that moment.

  I wasn’t far behind. With a final thrust, I buried myself deep inside her, releasing with a groan.

  For a long moment, we stayed locked together, our bodies slick with sweat, our breathing gradually slowing. Kate’s arms were still wrapped around me, but looser now, one hand idly stroking my back.

  I brushed her bangs from her forehead, damp with perspiration. “How are you?”

  A slow smile spread across her face. “Great.”

  I shifted to lie beside her on the narrow couch, pulling her against me. She rested her head on my chest, her usual commanding presence had all but melted away.

  “I’ve never…” she started, then paused, letting out a small laugh.

  “Never what?”

  “Never come like that before. So quickly. So hard.” She searched for the word. “It’s because I feel relaxed with you. I feel…free.”

  I stroked her hair, feeling oddly protective. “That’s what happens when you stop fighting it, and just give in.”

  She was quiet for a moment, her fingers tracing over my chest. “I should have known this would happen.”

  “What?”

  “That first time I saw you with Caroline and Sofia. The way they were so submissive with you. I was disgusted. But I was also jealous…Jealous of how free they seemed.”

  A soft knock at the door interrupted us. “Sounds like you guys are finished.” Caroline’s voice was playful from the other side. “We’re having ice cream if you want some.”

  “Sounds good,” I said, opening the door and stepping into the hallway naked.

  Caroline didn’t move out of the way. She looked me up and down, smirking. I kissed her cheek, then headed down the hallway towards the small bathroom.

  Kate followed right behind me, passing Caroline, as naked as Eve.

  It didn’t particularly surprise me that Kate was so comfortable walking around naked. She was obviously proud of her body.

  I washed myself in the bathroom sink. Kate stepped into the small shower.

  When she turned the water off, she stood staring at me like she expected something. I grabbed a towel and handed it to her.

  “Here.”

  “Thanks.” She gently padded herself dry, still glancing at me with that look.

  “What is it?” I said with a small smile.

  She stepped out of the shower, coming close, her arms wrapping around me. “You didn’t wear a condom.”

  I looked down at her. “Oh. Yeah. Um…”

  I’d gotten so used to fucking Caroline and Sofia without one. I guess on some level I’d assumed, rather conveniently, that Kate wouldn’t need one either.

  I wasn’t going to tell her that though. She might take it the wrong way.

  “‘Um, um, um’,” Kate teased, mimicking me.

  “Better take a pill,” I said.

  “Yeah.”

  “I’ll pay for it. Sorry.”

  “It’s okay. I like having your cum inside me.” She hugged me closer, resting her head on my chest.

  We stayed like that for a long moment. Over the top of her head, I had a view of her rump sticking out. My stiffness grew again, pressing between her thighs.

  “Oh, what’s this?” She pressed her warm thighs against me.

  “Come on,” I said, moving back. “Let’s go get that ice cream.”

  She held my hand, “You’re only allowed to fuck me once?”

  “I can fuck you as many times as I want.”

  Her eyebrows twisted sarcastically. “Really? I’d like to see what your girlfriends have to say about that.”

  “Well, yeah. I do have certain obligations to fulfill. Gotta save some juice.”

  “It’s okay, I’ve got enough of your juice for now.” Kate rubbed her stomach as if I’d impregnated her.

  As we got dressed in the TV room, Kate seemed to gradually transform back into her public persona. With each item of clothing, something shifted in her demeanor.

  She adjusted her shorts, smoothing the fabric with military precision. When she fastened her bra and began buttoning her blouse, her posture subtly changed—shoulders squaring, chin lifting slightly.

  By the time she reached the last button, a hint of that authoritative gleam had returned to her eye.

  When we returned to the kitchen, Caroline got up to lift us ice cream.

  Kate sat at the table, crossing her legs. I noticed her eyes darting around the kitchen, taking in details she’d missed earlier, as if surveying new territory.

  Sofia gave her a friendly look, scraping out the last of her ice cream. “You look so pretty tonight, Kate. I like your outfit.”

  “Thanks,” she said, her voice carrying a touch of its former crispness.

  I perched on a stool at the island, watching them from above.

  Kate tapped her fingers on the counter thoughtfully. “So, I was thinking. We should talk about how this arrangement is going to work between all of us.”

  Caroline put a bowl of ice cream in front of Kate. “Oh yeah?”

  “Thank you. Yeah, you know, the four of us. Like, we should probably rotate who gets to sleep with Ryan on which nights.”

  Caroline and Sofia exchanged a look. Kate either missed it or didn’t care. She was breaking off some ice cream with her spoon. “I’ll make a spreadsheet.”

  Sofia choked on her ice cream, coughing into her napkin. “A spreadsheet?”

  “Yes, to track the rotation,” Kate continued matter-of-factly. “It’s the most efficient way to make sure everyone gets equal time. I’ve managed staff schedules for years—it’s just basic resource allocation.”

  Caroline tossed her hair.

  Sofia giggled. “Ryan is a precious resource.”

  “We don’t really operate like that around here,” Caroline said.

  I grinned. “Yeah, probably not necessary. But who knows, maybe once I add a few more women, we will need a schedule.”

  Kate’s forehead creased slightly. “But how do you ensure fairness?”

  “Ryan decides,” Caroline said simply. “We trust his judgment.”

  Kate blinked, processing this. “I see,” she said finally, though her tone suggested she didn’t see at all.

  It was getting late, so Kate excused herself after her ice cream.

  “Guess I’ll see you at the council meeting,” she said at the door.

  “See you then.”

  She leaned in for a kiss that started brief but deepened as her fingers gripped my shirt.

  As the door closed behind her, I turned to find Caroline and Sofia watching from the hallway.

  “This is going to be interesting,” Caroline said.

  Sofia giggled. “She thinks she’s the boss. Is cute, right?”

  I put an arm around each of them. “She can be a little bossy, but she’ll learn.”

  “She’ll have to if she wants this to continue,” Caroline said, pressing against me possessively. “I found you first.”

  Chapter nineteen

  “Wow, it’s packed already,” Caroline said as I drove around the city hall parking lot, trying to find a space.

  Sofia had fallen into a gloomy silence in the back seat. Her eyes brightened when I looked at her in the rearview.

  “Be careful, baby,” she said, touching me from the back of my seat.

  “Don’t worry, I’m an expert at this,” I said as I steered the car into a tight spot.

  “I’m not talking about the parking!” Sofia retorted. “I was just thinking…these people are powerful. They could hurt you!”

  I chuckled. “You think the mayor’s gonna have me bumped off?”

  Sofia frowned, leaning into the front. “Bump of what? Ryan, is no funny! You’re exposing all this corruption! They’re not going to be happy. Maybe they’ll retaliate.”

  I booped her nose with my finger. “You’re in no position to warn about safety. You didn’t even wear your seat belt.”