The Dominants Game

Chapter 75

Rook Takes Queen

(The Rook is such a Say Yes to Heaven by Lana Del Rey kinda guy)

When Mattheo arrived at the Manor the following evening, he was led to a private room where Lucius and Rosetta were already waiting. They were both nude, their irritation palpable as Rosetta rubbed herself against Lucius, her eyes flashing with annoyance.

"You're late," Lucius snapped, his voice a low growl. "We don't appreciate being made to wait."

Mattheo swallowed hard, feeling a wave of discomfort wash over him. He wanted to leave immediately, but he knew he couldn't. He took a chair opposite Lucius and Rosetta, forcing himself to sit down and face them.

Rosetta, perched on Lucius's lap, looked at Mattheo with a mixture of amusement and challenge. "Do you remember what we discussed?" she asked, her tone almost teasing.

"Yes," Mattheo replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Good," Lucius said, his eyes narrowing. "Then watch, and remember why you're here."

Rosetta's movements became more deliberate, her body pressing against Lucius in a way that was both intimate and provocative. Mattheo felt a knot of frustration tighten in his chest. It was unbearable to watch, yet he couldn't look away.

"Is this what you want, Mattheo?" Rosetta asked, her voice dripping with mockery. "To be a part of our world, you must understand the power dynamics at play. You must accept your place."

Mattheo's hands clenched into fists as he tried to maintain his composure. "I understand," he said through gritted teeth.

Lucius's expression softened slightly, though his eyes remained cold. "Good. Then prove it. Stay and watch, or leave and be forgotten."

Rosetta's eyes locked onto Mattheo's, a silent challenge. "You wanted to be close to me, didn't you? Now's your chance. Show us your loyalty."

Mattheo's mind raced, torn between his desire to be part of their inner circle and the degrading nature of the task. He forced himself to stay seated, his resolve hardening. "I'll stay."

Rosetta's eyes flashed with a mixture of satisfaction and challenge. She slid off Lucius's lap and onto the floor, her movements fluid and graceful despite the obvious strain of her pregnancy. She positioned a suction cup dildo on the floor, her hands shaking slightly as she fixed it in place.

Lucius's eyes never left her, his expression one of dark pride. "That's it, Rosetta. Show him how dedicated you are."

Rosetta lowered herself onto the dildo, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she began to move. Her hands found their way to Lucius's trousers, freeing him from the fabric and taking him into her mouth with a practiced ease.

Mattheo watched, his discomfort growing with each passing moment. It was a stark reminder of the power dynamics at play, of the lengths Rosetta was willing to go to prove her loyalty and submission. Her movements were deliberate, her body a testament to her resolve and commitment.

Lucius's hand rested on her head, guiding her rhythm as she pleasured him. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice filled with possessive pride. "You're doing so well."

Rosetta's eyes flickered up to meet Mattheo's, a silent message of strength and determination. Despite the degrading nature of the act, she held her head high, her resolve unbroken.

As Mattheo watched her ride the dildo, his discomfort began to shift into something else entirely. He became entranced by the raw display of power and submission, unable to look away. Each movement of Rosetta's body, each soft moan, drew him deeper into the web of their dynamic.