The Taste of Submission
"Seems you're late to the party, Sarah."
Sarah’s smirk widened, her gaze dropping to Maya, who was still trying to button her shirt, her hand trembling. "I wouldn't miss it for the world. In fact, I think I'm just in time to join in." She stepped closer, the space between us shrinking until she was standing mere inches from Maya, looking down at her with a predatory gaze. "So, Charles," she said, her voice low and sultry, "are you going to share?"