I WANT THAT PUSSY (On His Command)

Victor settled deeper into the leather armchair, legs spread comfortably, and gestured toward the open space in front of him. The study lights had been dimmed further, casting warm shadows across the room. Ryan sat across from them on the wide sofa, hands resting on his knees, trying to appear calm.

"Show me what you can do, Sophia," Victor said. His tone left no room for hesitation. "Dance for me. Slowly. Make me want it."

Sophia glanced at Ryan for a brief second, then stepped into the center of the room. The tight black dress hugged every curve as she began to move. She rolled her hips in a smooth rhythm, hands sliding up her sides, fingers tracing the plunging neckline. Her eyes stayed locked on Victor as she turned, bending slightly at the waist so the short hem rode up and revealed the tops of her thigh-high stockings. The music playing low from hidden speakers pulsed through the room, and she matched it perfectly, body flowing like she had been waiting for permission to let this side of herself out.

Victor watched with quiet intensity, one finger tapping the arm of his chair. "Closer. Give me a proper lap dance."

Sophia approached him without a word. She straddled his lap, knees sinking into the leather on either side of his thighs. Her hips ground down in slow circles, pressing against the growing bulge in his pants. She leaned forward, breasts nearly brushing his chest, then arched her back, letting her hair fall over one shoulder. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she felt him harden beneath her.

"You feel good," Victor murmured, hands resting lightly on her waist but not forcing her movements. "Natural at this. Keep going."

Ryan shifted on the sofa. Heat crawled up his neck. Watching Sophia move like that for another man sent conflicting waves through him. Part of him burned with jealousy. Another part could not look away. His cock stirred traitorously in his jeans.

Sophia glanced over at Ryan while continuing her grind, her expression unreadable but her cheeks flushed. She turned back to Victor, growing bolder. Her hands ran down his chest as she rocked harder, the friction building between them.

Victor finally reached down and unzipped his pants. He freed his thick, heavy cock, already fully hard and standing proud. It rested against his stomach for a moment before he gripped the base and pointed it toward her mouth.

"Suck it," he ordered calmly. "Show me how well you take care of a man who holds the cards."

Sophia slid off his lap and knelt between his spread legs. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, stroking once, twice, feeling the weight of him. Then she leaned in and took him into her mouth. Her lips stretched around the head as she worked him deeper, tongue swirling with deliberate care. Wet sounds filled the quiet study as she bobbed her head, taking more of him each time.

Ryan stared, breathing heavier. Sophia looked incredible on her knees, the dress riding high on her thighs, her mouth full of his uncle's cock. Jealousy twisted sharp in his gut, but so did undeniable arousal. He gripped the edge of the sofa.

He started to stand. "I should give you two some privacy."

Victor's hand came down gently on the back of Sophia's head, guiding her rhythm without choking her. He looked straight at Ryan. "Sit back down. If you walk out that door right now, you walk away from everything. The loft. The contacts. The money. Her. All of it becomes mine. I keep what I like."

Ryan froze halfway up. The weight of the words settled over him. He sank back onto the sofa, face burning.

Victor smiled slightly, still guiding Sophia's movements. "Good choice. I enjoy an audience. Especially when the audience understands exactly what he is giving up. Keep sucking, Sophia. Deeper. Use that tongue the way I know you can."

Sophia moaned around his cock, the vibration drawing a low groan from Victor. She worked him with renewed focus, hollowing her cheeks, taking him right to the back of her throat and holding there for a moment before pulling back to gasp for air. Saliva glistened on her lips and chin. She stroked the wet shaft with one hand while sucking hard on the head, eyes watering but determined.

Ryan could not believe how eagerly she was pleasing his uncle. The wet, filthy sounds of her best effort made his own cock throb painfully against his zipper. Jealousy and lust mixed until he felt dizzy.

Victor noticed. "You look uncomfortable over there, nephew. If you want to stroke yourself while you watch your girl worship my cock, you have permission. But you do not touch her tonight. You only watch."

Ryan hesitated only a second. The need was too strong. He unzipped his jeans, pulled out his aching cock, and wrapped his hand around it. He began to stroke slowly, eyes fixed on Sophia's mouth sliding up and down Victor's thick length.

"That is better," Victor said, voice rough with pleasure. "Look at her. She is very good at this. Tell her how she looks, Ryan."

Ryan swallowed hard, hand moving faster. "You look so fucking hot sucking his cock, Sophia. I have never seen you like this."

Sophia pulled off Victor's cock for a moment, breathing hard, strings of saliva connecting her lips to the glistening head. She looked over at Ryan, eyes dark with heat. "You wanted this. Now watch me give it to him."

She dove back down, taking Victor even deeper, throat working around him. Victor groaned and leaned his head back, one hand resting possessively in her hair.

"Keep stroking, Ryan. Enjoy the show your girl is putting on for both of us."

The tension in the room thickened as Sophia gave Victor everything she had, and Ryan pumped his fist in rhythm with her movements, caught between shame and the most intense arousal he had ever felt.

"Fuck... Fuck, Sophia. I want that pussy."