arriving home

The front door creaks open. The scent of jasmine and sex fills Emily's nostrils even before she crosses the threshold. Three pairs of bright eyes turn to her the moment her silhouette is outlined against the hallway light.

"You are..." Emily swallows hard as she takes in the scene: Sue lying face down on the Persian rug, with Ai sitting on her reddened buttocks while Eve drips massage oil between her shoulders. All naked. All wet. All *hers*.

Sue lifts her face, letting a trickle of saliva run from the corner of her mouth. "We made a bet," she murmurs, her fingers sinking into the damp pubic hair. "Whoever lost had to..."

"Lick the floor you walk on," Eve finishes, rotating her hips to reveal the bright pink anal plug that flashes in sync with her breathing.

Ai doesn't speak. She only opens her legs even wider, revealing the red grooves left by the ropes Emily tied that morning. Her right hand slides between her thighs with a wet sound that makes Emily's mouth dry.

The wall clock reads 3:47 AM when Emily finally closes the door with her foot. Diana's collar still dangles in her left hand, the metal slapping against her thigh with each step.

"On all fours," she orders, and three bodies obey before the echo of the command dissipates into thin air.

The last thing Emily sees before turning off the lights is six buttocks raised in perfect synchronicity, waiting. Always waiting.

As they should be.

As they always would be.