Slow down when Trish tells you to.

Slamming her against the wall, you thrust into her as hard as you can. Trish opens her mouth and you kiss her, hard and deep, pushing your tongue into her mouth in time with your cock. She looks into your eyes and you see her eyes dialate.

"AArrggGHHH!," she orgasms passionately writhing under you. You're still pushing at her as she start calming down, panting and gasping.

Jayne kisses your neck and whispers in your ear, "Come on, John, don't make her think that's all you've got. You can squeeze one more orgasm out of the slut, can't you?"

Trish suddenly cries out, "Stop! Stop! I can't... I'm sorry, I can't... I can't take any more. You can cum in my mouth-"

"On your face," Jayne corrects her.
"On my face. I-I can't-"

It's painful, stifling your passion like that, but Trish means too much to you to do something she doesn't want to.

You **** yourself to pull back and let her go. She drops to her knees in front of you and looks up as Jayne grabs your member and starts pumping it frantically.

Trish looks at your penis, then closes her eyes and Jayne brings you to climax, spurting onto the left side of her face.

Trish opens her right eye (her left eyelid has sperm over it) and looks at you as you collapse to your knees and take her hands.

"One minute," says Jayne.
"I-I'm sorry-" Trish starts to say.
"No, no, don't be," you say, reaching over and stroking her hair. "You look like you've been sexed up pretty hard even before I got here.
So... ah... you want to get together some time when you're more refreshed?"

Trish looks down, not meeting your gaze. "I'm... sorry."

Jayne sits down next to the two of you and puts a necklace of some kind on Trish's neck.

"Hush, hush," you say soothingly. "Don't say anything; you don't have to say anything.
We're together now and that's all that matters."

A few seconds later, Trish is roughly pulled to her feet by a cord- no, a leash, attached to her necklace- no her... collar?

"Time's up," Jayne declares, pulling Trish away.!

Trish is dragged to a closet and pushed in.
Jayne walks seductively over to you as you get to your feet. "Ready for another round yet, stud?"

You're still looking at the closed closet door. "Jayne... what just happened?"

"Well, Trish is my property, I won her fair and square, and I didn't feel like letting her monopolize a hot commodity like you, so I put her away like I do with all my toys when I'm done playing with them."

Going through Trish withdrawal, you try to make sense of this.

"You WON her? From who?"
"From Trish of course. It was an even contest; I would have belonged to her if she'd won, you know. And now, loverboy..."
"Wait, wait, wait," you say backing away. "This... no... this is totally unacceptable. Trish and I go back too far for this."
"So, what are you going to do about it?
Tell you what. You keep me satisfied and I'll let you have her every other weekend. Deal?"

You take a long, deep breath, then softly speak up...

"Jayne, I challenge you."
Jayne takes a step back. "What?"
"If you win, you get me. If I win, I get you and Trish."

Jayne laughs annoyingly.

"That's two for one, John. How about betting you against her and leaving me out of it?"
"How many boys are there at this school? How many girls would fight just to be able to be 'owned' by one of us," you ask with a smile, "I believe you called me a 'hot commodity'? I bet myself against you and Trish. Deal?"

Jayne looks down only for a moment before lifting her head and looking you in the eyes.

"Deal."