Bath.

It's surprising to see you so free Victoria." Max smiled.

Victoria shrugged. "It's easy when you're with people you trust," she replied, taking a bite of the perfectly seasoned chicken Chloe had prepared. The spicy aroma of the dish filled the air, mixing with their musky scents of lust and desire.

Chloe looked over her shoulder, a hint of challenge in her gaze. "So, you trust us?"

Victoria swallowed her mouthful, her eyes never leaving Chloe's. "More than anyone," she said simply.

The silence that followed was charged with unspoken promises and unexplored desires. The candles on the table flickered, casting shadows across their bodies as they ate, each bite a silent testament to their newfound bond. When the last morsel was consumed, Chloe cleared the dishes with an efficiency that spoke of years of practice. The kitchen was spotless when she was done, a stark contrast to the rumpled bed upstairs.

"So we got a **** until morning." Max grinned. "What are we going to do with her the rest of the night Victoria?"

Victoria leaned back, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Well, I have a few ideas," she said, her gaze drifting down to Chloe's collar. "But first, I think a bath is in order."

Chloe's eyes lit up. "A bath?" she repeated, a hint of hope in her voice.

"Yeah. You can wash us."

The suggestion from Max was met with a mischievous twinkle in Victoria's eyes. "A bath it is," she confirmed, standing from the table and stretching languidly, her naked body moving with the grace of a cat.

They led Chloe to the bathroom, the collar around her neck a silent declaration of their intentions. The room was already warm, the tub filled with steaming water and scented with a blend of vanilla and jasmine bubbles. Victoria took the lead, guiding Chloe to the edge of the tub and instructing her to kneel.

"You're going to wash us, but you're not allowed to touch your own pussy," Victoria said, her voice a mix of tease and command. Chloe's eyes sparkled with excitement, and she nodded eagerly.

"Yeah it's not your's tonight. It's our property." Max kissed Chloe cheek.

Chloe's cheeks flushed, her body buzzing with arousal at the words. She watched as Max and Victoria stepped into the tub, the water lapping at their thighs. They sat down, their bodies entwined, and Chloe couldn't help but admire the way the candlelight danced across their skin, highlighting every curve and contour.

"Lose the apron. You look hot as fuck but you look better completely naked." Victoria told her.

Chloe smirked, taking off the apron and letting it drop to the floor, leaving her collar as the only piece of adornment. She dipped her hands into the warm, bubble-filled water, feeling the softness of their skin as she began to wash their bodies. Starting with Max, she worked her way down, her hands lingering on Max's full breasts, teasing the nipples until they were stiff peaks. Max's eyes closed in pleasure, her head lolling back as she let out a contented sigh.

Victoria leaned back, watching Chloe's attentions on Max with a mix of pleasure and possessiveness. She reached out to stroke Chloe's hair, the gentle touch a silent reminder of their dominance. Chloe leaned into it, her eyes never leaving Max's face as she worked her way down to her thighs, her own need growing with every touch.

"Good girl," Max murmured, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "Now Victoria."

Chloe turned her attention to Victoria, her hands gliding over her toned stomach and up to her breasts. She took her time, savoring the feel of the warm water and Victoria's sighs of contentment. Each caress was calculated to drive her desire higher, each touch a silent promise of what was to come.

As Chloe washed Victoria's legs, her own thighs quivered with the need to be touched. But she remained steadfast, her eyes never leaving Victoria's, her movements focused solely on serving them.

"You know, we could use some entertainment," Max said, her eyes twinkling. "Why don't you put on a little show for us?"