New Opportunity

Andrew's eyes locked onto Zoe's, his pupils dilating as he processed her question. His grip on her wrist tightened, his fingers digging deeper into her skin as he struggled to maintain control. His voice was low and husky, a mixture of arousal and trepidation. "What do you mean?" he asked, his hips slowing to a gentle rocking motion as he awaited her response.

Zoe's smile grew wider as she gazed into Andrew's eyes, her pupils seeming to dance with amusement at his hesitance. Her grip on the back of the couch tightened, her knuckles whitening as she arched her back, her body still reeling from the aftershocks of her previous climax. "I mean, Andrew," she began, her voice dripping with seduction, "Do you want to watch me pleasure Sophia? To see her writhing beneath me, her body trembling with desire?" She paused, her eyes glinting with mischief. " Do you want to watch me take her to heights of pleasure she's never known before?" She leaned forward, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "To hear her gasp my name, to see her eyes rolled back in ecstasy as I make her cum?".

As he hesitated, Zoe's free hand slid down his chest, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles, sending sparks of electricity coursing through his body.

Andrew's eyes fluttered closed as Zoe's fingers danced across his chest, her touch igniting a fire that threatened to consume him. He could feel his resolve crumbling, his doubts and fears melting away beneath the onslaught of his desires. The image of Sophia, writhing beneath Zoe's skilled hands, flashed through his mind, sending a shiver down his spine.

As he stood there, poised on the brink of surrender, Zoe's lips brushed against his ear once more. "Imagine it, Andrew," she whispered, her breath sending shivers down his spine. "Imagine Sophia's eyes locking onto yours, her pupils dilating with desire as I pleasure her.

Andrew's grip on Zoe's hips tightened, his thrusts becoming more deliberate as he listened to her words. His breath was hot and heavy on the back of her neck, his words a low growl. "And what would I do for both of you?"

Zoe's smile grew wider as she heard Andrew's question. She leaned back, her eyes never leaving his as she whispered, "You would do anything we asked of you, Andrew. You would be our submissive, our plaything, our toy." Andrew's breath caught in his throat as he processed her words. He had never considered himself a submissive, but something about the way Zoe said it, the way she looked at him, made him want to give in to her desires.

"Do you want to be our plaything? To be used by both of us, to serve our desires and cater to our every whim?" Zoe's words were laced with a subtle challenge, her eyes daring him to refuse. Andrew's chest heaved with each breath, his heart pounding in his ears.

He swallowed hard, trying to find his voice. "What do you want from me?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Zoe's smile turned predatory, her gaze roaming over Andrew's body with an appraising eye. Her hand reached out, trailing down his chest, her fingers dancing over his abs. She leaned in closer, her voice low and husky.

"Everything, Andrew. Your body, your mind, your soul. We want you to surrender it all to us, to give yourself up to our every desire." she whispered.

"Yes," Andrew whispered, his voice barely audible. "I want that. I want to watch you pleasure Sophia, to see the two of you together. I want to serve you both, to cater to your every desire." Andrew's hips stuttered, his thrusts faltering for a moment as he struggled to process the image Zoe painted. His eyes locked onto hers, burning with a mixture of desire and trepidation.