*"Marked"**

The lamp's light flickered on Julia's sweaty body, casting dancing shadows on the wall. She was on all fours on the bed, her buttocks red from previous spankings, the mark *"Rafaela"* on her collarbone throbbing in sync with her moans. Daniel watched from his knees on the floor, his fist clenched around his own member, while Rafaela thrust her fingers down her colleague's throat with precise movements.

"Swallow," Rafaela ordered, pulling Julia's brown hair until her tears mingled with the saliva running down her chin. The wet sound of gagging filled the room.

Daniel trembled. His pulse quickened as Rafaela turned to him, her dark eyes reflecting the light like a nocturnal predator.

"Your turn," she murmured, dragging the end of her leather belt across his abdomen. The mark on his shirt label burned.

The first blow cut through the air like a knife. Daniel cried out, but didn't flinch—his hands gripped the sheets as the leather left a red streak on his thighs. Julia watched, her fingers digging into her own flesh, her breasts swaying with each gasping breath.

"More," Daniel growled, arching his back.

Rafaela smiled. She didn't use the belt this time. Her fingers dug into his hips as she pushed him against the bed, mounting him with a fluid movement. Her penis brushed against Daniel's abdomen, leaving a wet trail before she guided it into Julia's trembling body.

"Hold her," Rafaela ordered, grabbing Daniel's hands and placing them on her colleague's neck.

Julia arched like a bow, his fingers pressing against her throat as Rafaela penetrated her from behind. Each thrust was more violent than the last—the impact of their bodies colliding echoed in the room, mixed with Julia's hoarse moans and Daniel's growls. — Enjoy it — Rafaela sank her teeth into Júlia's shoulder at the same instant she squeezed the base of Daniel's penis.

They obeyed like puppets with their strings cut. Júlia contracted in silent spasms, the mark on her collarbone red as rust. Daniel exploded with a muffled cry, his semen gushing onto Rafaela's stomach as she continued to move, relentlessly.

Only when her own hips trembled uncontrollably did Rafaela allow herself to fall on top of them, their wet bodies clinging together like pages of an old book.

— Mine — she murmured, licking the blood from Júlia's shoulder.

Neither of them protested.