No peaking allowed.

Owen stared at us for a second, a confused look on his face before it broke out into a dry humorless laugh, "There's no way you guys are trolling me, there's no way you're dating Emma fucking Wright"

"Way" Emma said with amusement coloring her tone.

Owen stared at her in silence his mouth opening and closing before finally he asked in an uncertain voice, "Do you actually like him or are you just playing with him?"

Emma raised a brow, "Of course I do."

"No, you don't. Girls like you don't date guys like us, and they definitely don't fu... " Owen trailed off with a bitterness in his voice

"Fuck us, "Emma finished Owen's sentence for him with a wicked smile. "You sound jealous -" Emma paused as a look of mock realization spread on her face. "Oh I get it - you had a crush on me," Owen scowled but said nothing. "Don't be embarrassed, it's perfectly normal for a virgin to crush on a popular gal - not like you weren't obvious about it."

"Can you please be fucking serious? Why - why would you fuck us if you're dating Isaac?" Owen's face screwed up with confusion, his face growing pale and turning towards me. "Why would you want us to fuck your girlfriend?"

"It's our thing" Said Emma simply, she smiled at me sweetly before her face turned serious "No, I genuinely do like Isaac, I swear it's not like that ... it's complicated but this works for us" Emma shrugged, "Somehow... things just turned out like this"

"I'm not convinced" Owen spat, but the tension seemed to ease. "What about you?" Owen shot me a glance our eyes meeting for a fraction of a moment, but shame coloured his face. To my surprise Owen averted his gaze and his eyes settled on the ground. Owen's face was scrunched up in confusion and disbelief. "Are you really OK with letting other guys fuck her?"

"Yes" I said firmly surprising myself, "Yes I am." From the corner of my eyes I could see Emma's reaction. It was subtle, but I could sense her relief from her body language. That and a slight bashful small smile played on her lips.

Owen shook his head in disbelief, muttering under his breath, "This is fucked."

"Oh don't be like that" Emma pouted, "What about your promise Owen?" She shot me a mischievous glance and her eyes flicked downwards to me for a second, "Weren't you going to rock my world?"

Owen glared at her for a moment before stumbling through the doorway picking at the mess of scattered clothing on the floor of the basement.

"And you," I flinched as her attention settled on me. Her hands grazed my fading erection, teasing new life into me as she turned on the spot. My eyes snapped to the loose pink latex hanging from the tight grip of her lips. The liquid had flowed to a slow drip but her movements caused a fresh glob to escape. "What am I going to do with you? My perverted boyfriend?" Emma smirked, her eyes growing bright plotting with a manic glee. She struck a pose with a hand on her hip and tapped a slow rhythm against the corner of her lips as she hatched a plot, "Are you ready for something new? Shall we take our relationship to the next level?"

Stunned, I took a moment to reply, "N-next level?" All thoughts went out the window as my body forgot to breath

I could see her thinking. Could it be? Was tonight going to be the night? She did say she was ready earlier. Somewhere inside me, that **** hope flared again. Everything was coming true tonight in the worst way. That I was special. That only made her feel that way. The instant I thought about that, I swear, that hope doubled in size. It had to be true. Yet, my heart of hearts knew it was not to be.

Mischief sparkled in her eyes as she settled on a plot. Emma grinned and clapped her hands excitedly. “Punishment"

"Punishment?" This was not what I expected at all.