Day 7: Chloe (Conclusion)

Kailani and Chloe deepened their kiss as if they’d forgotten—or deliberately ignored—that you were tied to the chair and rock hard a few feet away.

Hands tangled in hair. Soft moans curled into each other. Bodies pressed, curved, moved with a rhythm born of long familiarity. Their caresses were firm and tender in turn, searching and claiming each inch of each other's body, giving as they took. You'd never watched lesbian porn, but if this was anything to go by you were going to have to start.

Then Kailani dropped lower, her lips tracing Chloe’s throat, then her collarbone, then further. She captured Chloe's nipple in her mouth, sucking and nibbling it. Her hand caressed her other breast, teasing and squeezing. Chloe's gasps deepened, became guttural.

Then she went lower. Chloe’s breath hitched as Kailani knelt before her. There was a moment of stillness, like an inhale before the plunge.

Then Chloe gasped.

You couldn’t see what Kailani was doing, but you could hear it. The slick sound. The small, shuddering noises Chloe made—muffled at first, then open. A sigh of "Oh God!" as she gave herself over completely.

Her hands curled into Kailani’s hair. Her head tilted back. Her body rolled into the pleasure without a shred of hesitation.

You could do nothing but watch.

Nothing but feel your own breath catch every time Chloe’s did. Nothing but strain against the ropes, not in protest—but in raw, aching need.

Then Chloe looked up. She was flushed. Her chest rose and fell fast. Her lips parted.

She turned toward you with a kind of focused decision and rose to her feet. “It’s time.”

She walked to the chair and climbed onto you in one smooth motion, straddling your lap with the confidence of someone mounting a machine she meant to test, not cherish.

Your cock slid inside her. The ache you felt was almost overwhelming. Warmth and pressure engulfed. You barely prevented yourself from cumming at the sudden tight embrace of her pussy after the erotic show you'd just watched. You both inhaled sharply—you with barely contained pleasure, her with the shock of facing fear from what had been done to her.

She paused a moment, adjusting her hips, eyes distant as she processed it.

“Okay,” she murmured, loud enough for the camera. “Not bad. Texture’s alright. Warmer, obviously. But so far? Still think hard plastic has better finish, just like when you're buying things.”

She glanced at you—not at your face, but at your chest, your tied wrists, the position of your body beneath hers.

Then she started to ride. Not fast. Not romantic. Just deliberate.

She rocked her hips in a practiced rhythm, chasing a sensation, not a connection. Her palms pressed into your shoulders for balance. Her head tipped back as the tempo increased. Every now and then, she muttered something low—half evaluation, half moan.

And then, all at once, her breath caught. She came with a sharp gasp, body trembling, legs tight around your thighs. Her hips slowed, stuttered, then stilled. The way her pussy squeezed around you pushed you over the edge too and you shot deep inside her.

Even afterwards, you were still hard. Still restrained, still silent.

Chloe dismounted carefully, legs shaking. She reached for the nearest post of the bed and steadied herself, pulling a breath that sounded both triumphant and annoyed.

Then she turned toward the camera.

“Well,” she said, a smirk returning to her face. “At least now I know.”

She pointed over her shoulder at you, still panting and bound. “That was cock. Flesh edition. The spurting part was… interesting. Bit of a cleanup hazard. But no vibrations, no pulse settings, no dual-motor functions.”

She ran a hand through her hair, still flushed, still glowing—but unshaken.

“Nope,” she said, with finality. “ Definitely not for me. I'm still gay, ladies. All the way. This one’s off the list.”

She tapped the screen to stop the recording, then turned away without another word.

You were still bound.

Still hard.

Still just the variable in someone else’s experiment.

She dressed without a word, leaving Kailani to play with you or set you free. And that, apparently, was that.