Go to Mary's room

Josh’s slender fingers trembled around the sponge as he scrubbed the last smear of Nutella from the floor. His shoulders hunched instinctively when Edward stepped closer—close enough for Josh to smell the sex still clinging to Edward’s skin. The marker’s tip hovered over the word "submissive" scrawled across Josh’s inner wrist. Edward traced it slowly, underlining it twice for emphasis, then circling it. Josh whimpered, as the writing disappeared.

Mary didn’t fare any better. Edward cornered her by the sink, pressing the marker against her arm, writing submissive, before underlining and circling it.

"Go take a shower now. Clean that filth from your bodies. And no fucking in the shower. That is an order. I'll be waiting in your room, Mary."

Edward watched them shuffle out.

Mary's bedroom smelled like vanilla and stale laundry, half-empty perfume bottles cluttering the dresser, textbooks stacked in towers. Edward traced a finger along the edge of her unmade bed, the sheets still rumpled from last night’s sleep. He sat on the edge, bouncing once to test the springs. The mattress groaned.

Edward heard the hot steamy shower in the distance. His cock twichted, as he began to slowly stroke it, thinking of what to do with his newfound slaves.

As Mary and Josh entered the bedroom, Josh back in his masculine and strong form, yet still with the eyes of a broken and submissive little boy, had his eyes fixes to the ground.

Mary, her hair still damp from the shower, was slightly wet between her legs, though Edward could not distinguish if it was lust or water from the shower. Though he admired the naked form of the two.

Josh still stood slightly behind Mary, his broad shoulders hunched, his eyes darting to Edward’s cock, then quickly away.

Mary exhaled sharply through her nose, her fingers twitching at her sides. "What now?" she asked.

Edward smiled, uncapping the marker with a soft click. "Now," he said, "things will get interesting."