Katarina does as she’s told. She always does, at least when it’s us, and in seconds, she’s on her back on the desk, skirt above her hips, her wide blue eyes looking at me.

Dom’s standing between her legs, already pulling his cock out of his pants, stroking it hard and staring at her wet pussy. She looks up at me and bites her lip, then reaches for my cock, unzipping my fly.

It springs out, and I pull her until her head is off the desk, leaning backward, and I stroke her throat. Last night, just as she came, she nearly deep throated me, and it’s all I’ve thought about ever since. I want her to swallow my cock so I can see the bulge in her pretty throat as she takes me as deep as she can.

I fucking love making her ours in every single way we can. I love the way her body belongs to us, how all of her is completely available, even if we haven’t taken it yet.

And more than anything, I love making her feel so good she can barely think.

“I need you now,” she says to both of us, and our princess doesn’t have to ask twice. Dom inhales sharply, teasing her clit with the head of his cock as I put mine to Katarina’s lips. She opens her mouth and sucks me in, her tongue moving against the head.

It’s fucking incredible how this feels, how quickly she went from our sweet, innocent virgin to our sex goddess, and there’s something about knowing that it’s only for us that makes me like it even better.

Dom puts her knees over his shoulders, and then groans as he enters her, getting as deep as he can on the first thrust. Katarina moans around my cock, sucking and licking, her mouth working around me.

We’re in control. She’s lying on a desk, getting fucked from both ends, and if that’s not submission I don’t know what is. I pull my cock out of her mouth and she reaches up, putting her hands on my hips, her breath coming in fast gasps as her tongue traces a circle around the head of my cock before she sucks it back in.

I hit the back of her mouth almost instantly and groan. I’m way too big for her, but she’s warm and wet and tight and watching her like this is fucking perfect. I reach into the neck of her dress, beneath her bra, and squeeze her breasts as she sucks me, pinching her nipples.

Dom’s fucking her slow, obviously holding back, and she’s moaning softly as I enter her mouth again, and hit the back of it. But then her hands on my hips pull me in, harder, and Katarina takes a deep breath.

Then she does something, swallows and relaxes and suddenly my cock pushes into her throat, hot and wet and tight, so good I nearly come right then.

“Jesus, Princess,” I gasp, her lips at the base of my shaft, her throat bulging out as she takes me in. I pause for a moment, my cock down her throat, because I don’t want to come just yet.

Dom looks over as I pull back, just to the edge, then push myself deep again before pulling out. Katarina sucks in a long, deep breath, still slurping and sucking my cock as it comes out of her mouth.

“Harder,” she moans. “Please.”

She doesn’t have to ask twice, and I put one hand on her throat and push my cock down as she swallows me. Dom’s pounding her now, rubbing her clit with one thumb, both of us deep inside our princess at the same time.

Every time I pull out of her throat to let her breathe she’s moaning louder, gasping for air, and then I push myself deep one more time just as Dom hammers into her and she comes, the muscles in her throat constricting and tightening. Her fingers dig into my hips, her toes over Dom’s shoulders curl.

It’s fucking beautiful, and I come almost instantly, shooting myself down my princess’s throat. She swallows again and again, then licks and slurps at me as I pull out, getting every last drop as Dom grunts and hilts himself in her furiously.

I bend down and kiss Katarina, even though she’s upside down, my hand still inside her dress. She holds my head tenderly, and when I end the kiss, she whispers to me.

“Did you like that?” she says, a slow, coy smile on her face.

“I fucking loved it,” I answer.

“I did too,” she whispers.

I straighten. Dom pulls his cock out of her, and a moment later, pulls two fingers from her asshole. Katarina sighs, and we pull her to sitting on the desk. Her pussy is bare against it, her skirt still hiked around her waist, but she pulls Dom in for a long, slow kiss, then does the same to me.

“Thanks for that,” she murmurs. “I needed it.”

“It hasn’t even been twelve hours,” Dom murmurs.

Katarina bites her lip and blushes.

“I know,” she murmurs. “I just... I can’t get enough of you.”

I kiss her again, buttoning my pants, because someone might have missed us by now.

“Tonight,” I whisper.