Chapter 11!

The air in the room is thick, heavy with the scent of leather and something darker—musk, sweat, the faint metallic tang of anticipation. The man stands motionless, his breath shallow beneath the blindfold, the black fabric pressing snug against his skin, sealing him in a world of heightened sensation. His pulse thrums in his ears, each beat a reminder of how exposed he is, how utterly at their mercy. He doesn’t need to see to know they’re there. The shift in the air, the whisper of fabric against skin, the faintest rustle of movement—it all tells him they’re circling, watching, waiting.

A finger trails down his spine, slow and deliberate, sending a shiver through him. He tenses, muscles coiling, but he doesn’t pull away. He can’t. He won’t. The touch lingers at the small of his back before slipping lower, tracing the curve of his ass, teasing the sensitive skin just above his thighs. His cock twitches, already half-hard, betraying how badly he craves this, how much he needs their hands on him. A soft laugh—Nadia’s, he thinks—brushes against his ear, her breath warm, her voice a velvet purr.

“Kneel.”

The command is simple, but it lands like a physical weight, pressing him down. His knees hit the plush carpet with a muffled thud, the fibers soft against his bare skin. He keeps his back straight, hands resting on his thighs, fingers splayed. The position is familiar, practiced, but tonight it feels different. Tonight, the blindfold makes it more. Every sound is amplified—the creak of leather as someone shifts, the damp slide of a tongue over lips, the faintest sigh from one of them. His cock thickens further, aching, the head already damp with pre-cum. He swallows hard, his throat dry.

Hands—more than one—glide over his shoulders, down his arms, fingers intertwining with his before guiding his hands behind his back. A cuff snicks shut around one wrist, then the other, the cool metal biting just enough to remind him he’s trapped. His breath hitches, but he doesn’t fight it. The restraints pull his shoulders back, forcing his chest out, his cock jutting upward, **** for attention. A thumb brushes over his nipple, rolling the sensitive peak between roughened fingers until it’s hard as a pebble, sending a jolt straight to his groin. He gasps, his hips jerking forward involuntarily, but there’s nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide.

“Spread your legs.”

The voice is different this time—Alex, her tone cooler, more measured, but no less commanding. His thighs tremble as he obeys, widening his stance until the inside of his knees presses against the carpet. The position stretches him open, exposes him completely. A finger—slender, nails sharp—traces the length of his cock, from root to tip, before swirling through the slickness at the slit. He shudders, a broken sound escaping his throat.

“Look at you,” Nadia murmurs, her voice dripping with dark amusement. “Already leaking like a slut. Do you know how pathetic you are?” Her fingers wrap around his shaft, squeezing just tight enough to make him whimper. She strokes him once, twice, her grip firm, her rhythm maddeningly slow. “You don’t even get to see who’s touching you. You don’t get to choose.” Her thumb presses against the underside of his cockhead, smearing the pre-cum in slow, deliberate circles. “You just take what we give you. Isn’t that right?”

“Y-yes,” he chokes out, his voice rough, his body trembling. His cock throbs in her grip, begging for more, but she pulls away, leaving him aching. A wet heat replaces her hand—someone’s mouth, lips parting around the crown, tongue swirling over the sensitive ridge. He groans, his hips twitching upward, but a hand slams down on his shoulder, shoving him back into place.

“Stay still,” Alex snaps, her voice sharp with authority. The mouth vanishes, and he whines in protest, his cock weeping with frustration. Then—slap. A stinging crack against his thigh, the sound loud in the quiet room. He jerks, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“You don’t get to move unless we say so,” Nadia purrs, her fingers tangling in his hair, yanking his head back. “You don’t get to cum unless we say so.” Her lips brush his ear, her teeth grazing the lobe. “Understand?”

“Yes!” The word tears out of him, ****, needy. His entire body is on fire, his skin too tight, his cock so hard it hurts. He’s nothing but sensation—every touch, every breath, every whispered word winding him tighter, pushing him closer to the edge.

A hand cups his balls, rolling them gently before giving a sharp tug. He hisses, his thighs clenching, but the grip doesn’t relent. Fingers—two sets, he thinks—trace the sensitive skin behind his sac, teasing lower, lower, until one presses against his entrance. He tenses, but the touch is insistent, a slick finger circling the tight muscle before breaching him in one smooth push. He groans, his cock jerking, his body fighting the intrusion even as his mind begs for it.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” a third voice murmurs—her, the rival, her tone dark with satisfaction. Her finger sinks deeper, twisting, stretching him open. “But you’ll take it, won’t you? You’ll take everything we give you.”

“Yes!” His voice cracks, his body trembling as she adds a second finger, scissoring them inside him, stretching him wider. The burn is exquisite, the fullness making his cock leak even more. His breath comes in short, sharp pants, his muscles coiled tight, his entire being focused on the fingers fucking into him, the hands gripping his hips, the voices whispering filthy promises in his ears.

“Please,” he begs, his voice raw. “Please, I—I can’t—”

“You can,” Nadia cuts in, her lips against his neck, her teeth sinking into the tendon. “You will.” Her hand wraps around his cock again, stroking in time with the fingers in his ass, the dual sensation overwhelming. His balls draw up, his orgasm coiled tight, so close he can taste it—

And then they stop.

Every touch vanishes. The fingers slip free of his ass, the hand releases his cock, the mouths and teeth and breath all retreat. He sways, his body trembling, his cock throbbing with denied release. A whine claws its way out of his throat, his hips twitching uselessly, chasing friction that isn’t there.

“No—please—” His voice breaks, his chest heaving. He’s so close, so fucking close, and they’ve stopped.

Nadia’s laugh is a dark, velvety thing, wrapping around him like a promise. “Oh, pet,” she murmurs, her fingers carding through his hair. “Did you really think we’d let you cum that easily?”

Alex’s hand cups his jaw, her thumb pressing against his bottom lip. “You’re ours to play with,” she says, her voice cool, unyielding. “Your pleasure is ours.” Her thumb slips into his mouth, and he sucks instinctively, his tongue swirling around the digit, tasting salt and skin.

The rival’s breath is hot against his other ear. “And we’re far from done with you.”

His cock aches, his body trembling with the effort of holding back, of not cumming, even as his balls feel ready to burst. He’s theirs. Completely, utterly theirs. And they’re not going to let him forget it.

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