To push the boundaries

Freddie barely got the door closed before Georgia and Amber rushed up to the bedroom. Amber was already pulling at her clothes, moving with a kind of urgency that made his pulse throb. There was something different about the way she moved now, less hesitation, less self-consciousness. Like this version of her had always existed, like this had always been normal.

They disappeared into the bedroom, a moment later Amber came back in green lace, the color deep against her skin, the fabric almost sheer in the low light it had just enough cup to hold her breasts together without covering to much, they giggled, threatening to fall out the half cups with every step down the stairs. She walked straight up to him, hands already on his chest, then his waist, then lower, like she didn’t even think about it anymore. Like she knew what she wanted, and knew he would give it to her.

Her mouth found his and she kissed him hard, needy, one hand already working at his jeans.

“Go to her,” Amber whispered against his mouth, her voice unsteady with breath. “I want to hear her… I want to hear you. Don’t make me wait.”

Freddie felt a shiver run through him, but it wasn’t just lust. It was something else. Something darker. The way she said it, like this was a ritual, like this was a rule that had always existed between them.

“Take your time,” he told her quietly. “Make yourself wait. Pleasure yourself to the sound of me with another woman, deny yourself that climax, remind yourself that only Freddie can make me cum.”

She let out a small sound. half frustration, half pleasure, and he watched the words sink into her, watched the way her expression changed as the suggestion settled into something deeper, something that looked a lot like belief.

Amber started saying softly to herself "Only Freddie can make me cum" while she teased her nipples and rubber her clit as he walked toward the bedroom

He had to steady his breathing.

It had worked.

It had worked too well.

Georgia was already there, already waiting, like she’d been waiting for this moment for a long time.

She looked at him the way someone looks at a memory they’ve replayed too many times in their head, familiar, hungry, certain.

“Don’t make me wait again,” she said.

Again. The word hit him harder than anything else. Again, like the past he’d put in her head was real. Like it had history. Like it had weight.

For a brief second, Freddie just stood there, looking at her, and felt that strange, dizzying mix of desire and disbelief.

They both believed. Completely.

Not because he’d convinced them.

Because, to them, it was true.

And that thought sent a rush through him stronger than anything else.

Freddie knew now. He didn’t need to test this gift anymore.

It was real.

And if it was real, then there were no rules anymore.

No limits.

No one who could tell him no and make it mean anything.

Memories, desires, fears, love. They were all just thoughts.

And thoughts, he could control.

The world hadn’t changed. He had.

And it excited him.