Wake Them Up
**Camden**
Ronin is looking at me for directions. “Let’s wake them up, the fun way, shall we?”
These guys are about to find out why Slater demands submission and why we don’t touch him unless he expressly says so. It takes once for him to drive the lesson home. The kids and animals seem to be the one exception to his ‘no touching unless I say so’ rule.
“What do you mean?” Roan and asks. I grin, dialing Preston’s number for a video chat.
“Slay will wake up to Artie moving slightly. What’s the best way to wake up Razz?” I question while it rings.
“He would always wake up the easiest to Artie moaning my name,” Ronin answers cockily.
“Then let’s make our goddess moan,” I suggest.
“Hello,” Preston says groggily, wiping the sleep from his eyes.
“Did I wake you?”
“It’s midnight. I’m a dad. So yeah, you woke me. This call is going to be worth it though,” he says as I set my phone on the stand of the coffee table and move it back to its position in front of the couch.
“It is. Get your dick out and watch this,” I suggest after setting the phone where he is seeing everything. He moves his bed sheet. He sleeps naked. He’ll fit right in.
I walk to stand behind Artemis. I bend down to start at her forehead while Ronin is in front of her, taking her feet. He kisses her softly, so I do the same. When he reaches her knee, I’m kissing her neck, my body leaning against the back of the couch beside her. When he reaches the apex of her thighs, I nod before one hand finds one breast and my mouth finds the other pert peak through her silk nightshirt. Ronan’s mouth finds her clit while his finger finds her entrance at the same time. Artemis comes awake with a gasp and then moans our names.
The title of her hips grinding into Ronin’s fingers has Slater’s eyes fluttering open. He sits up, pulling his cock out of his pajama bottoms. He strokes himself, slowly, while watching us pleasure Artemis.
“Undress her,” Slater commands. “Quiero ver toda mi diosa.”
Ronan looks up at me. “You heard him. He wants to see all of his goddess.” I reach for the hem on her nightshirt and tug over her head at the same time he is removing her pants.
Artemis’s arms wrap around my neck, and she tugs me down to kiss her. When she moans in my mouth, I open my eyes to see Ronan making a meal out of her.
“Come for him, Diosa. I want to hear his name on your lips. I want to hear how much you want another man,” Slater demands. I pick on the hint of jealousy in his voice that I’ve never heard before during sex. It’s understandable and thankfully Artemis didn’t pick up on it as I fondle her breasts while sucking on her neck.
When she orgasms, it’s with Ronin’s name on her lips and cranky-looking Razz in the background. “What the fuck?” Razz snarls. “You started without me,” he states with a hiss. His blonde hair is sticking up in all directions.
Slater’s eyes flick to him. “Clothes off,” he orders in an even tone to his husky voice.
Razz narrows his eyes on him. Not used to following orders, he crosses his arms over his chest defiantly.
Slater cocks his head to the side but doesn’t pause stroking himself. Artemis’s eyes are riveted on his cock while Ronan and I are not moving, just watching the exchange.
In my experience, this is going to go one of two ways. If he complies, he gets to be the first one inside our girl. If he doesn’t submit soon, then I will undress him and tie him to a chair where he will be only allowed to watch. He won’t get to come or be untied until morning.
Slater cocks a dark brow at him. He keeps his tone of voice even when he queries, “Did I stutter? Was I mistaken to think you would want to fuck my woman?”
Crud, there was that word again, ‘my’. This ain’t good. I know what’s happening. He is going to use them to work through his jealousy.
Razz’s rigid posture relaxes. He pulls his shirt over his head. “Que muy bien chico,” Slater praises as he continues to undress.
“Chico Plateado, move for Frambuesa,” Slater orders. Ronin chuckles at Slater’s new pet name for Razz. Raspberry. His nickname for Ronin is Silver Boy.