Just as Adam ordered

Adam wakes to a mouth on his cock.

Lana is naked, as the rule said, between his legs, sucking him. No hands on herself. Both of them on his cock, taking him deep enough that he groans before he is fully awake. The night is still in his body. Kyler on the couch. Kyler in the dark. It piles onto the blowjob and he does not last.

He cums almost immediately.

A burst, thick, flooding Lana’s mouth. She swallows. All of it. She stays on him through the pulses, throat working, then licks him clean, shaft, head, the mess at the slit, until he is only wet with her spit. She pulls off and breathes.

They both look at the rug.

Kyler is sitting up. Awake. Watching. Naked, hair wrecked, dried cum on her thigh, eyes on the blowjob she was not invited to.

Lana gets off the bed. She does not cover herself.

“Time to go home.”

Kyler stands, unsteady. She glances at the bathroom door.

“Can I—”

“No.” Lana cuts her off. “Fucktoys don’t get to clean themselves here. You wash at your house. You leave with him on you. Thank Adam for fucking you last night. Then go to the living room. Dress and wait for me.”

Kyler looks at Adam. The night that was secret sits in the look. She does not say that part.

“Thank you,” she says. “For fucking me.”

He nods. That is all.

She leaves the bedroom. Lana watches her go, then goes into the bathroom. When she comes out, she is dressed.

Kyler is in the living room, dress on. She waits by the door.

“Car,” Lana says.

They leave. The door shuts behind them.

Adam comes into the living room a minute later, naked, the taste of the morning still nowhere on him except the softness in his cock. He sits on the couch. The cushion still smells faintly like last night. He picks up his phone and calls Mia.