Clean her up!

As soon as Ryan closed the door behind him, the room felt eerily quiet. Harry remained seated, his mind racing, still trying to process everything that had just happened. Maddie, lying sprawled out on the bed, looked completely relaxed. She didn’t say a word at first, just raised her hand and motioned for him to come closer with a simple, beckoning curl of her finger.

Harry, still in a daze, stood up slowly, feeling an odd mixture of dread and compulsion as he crossed the room toward her. His legs felt heavy, but his body moved as if on autopilot, drawn to Maddie despite the confusion and turmoil roiling inside him.

When he reached the edge of the bed, Maddie sat up slightly, propping herself on her elbows, a sly grin spreading across her lips. Her eyes flickered with amusement as she looked him over, the tension in the air between them thick and palpable.

“So,” she began, her voice soft but teasing, “did you enjoy that?”

Harry swallowed hard, his throat dry, unable to answer. His face flushed as the reality of the situation continued to settle in. He wanted to say no, to deny the bizarre mix of emotions he’d just experienced, but the words wouldn’t come.

Maddie didn’t wait for his response. She leaned back into the pillows, spreading her legs just enough to reveal herself to him, still filled with the aftermath of Ryan’s climax. “Good,” she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Now be a good boy and clean me up.”

Her command was laced with both authority and seduction, and Harry’s heart pounded in his chest as he knelt by the bed. He couldn’t resist, even as his mind screamed at him to stop. Harry quickly reached for a hoodie lying on the floor, his mind too scrambled to think clearly. He thought it would be enough, but as he knelt by the bed and brought the fabric toward her, Maddie’s sudden burst of laughter stopped him in his tracks.

She sat up slightly, her eyes twinkling with amusement, and shook her head. “Really, Harry?” she giggled, her voice mocking but playful. “You think that’s how I want you to clean me up?”

Harry froze, hoodie in hand, looking up at her in confusion. “W-what do you mean?” he stammered, his voice shaky. “I thought—”

Maddie leaned forward, cutting him off with a sly smirk. “Use your mouth,” she said slowly, emphasizing each word. Her tone was casual, as if what she was asking was the most natural thing in the world.

Harry’s heart skipped a beat, his eyes widening in shock. He opened his mouth to respond, but only managed to stutter out fragmented sentences. “M-my mouth? Maddie, I don’t… are you serious? I mean, you just—Ryan—”

Maddie’s smirk only deepened, her eyes gleaming with that same mischievous glint. “Yes, I’m serious,” she said, her voice soft yet commanding. “Come on, Harry. You’re the one who wanted this, right? Now be a good boyfriend and finish what you started.”

Harry’s mind raced as he tried to comprehend what she was asking. His thoughts clashed between disbelief, humiliation, and a strange pull to obey her. His stomach churned with nervous energy, and he felt trapped, unsure of how to respond.

Harry hesitated for a long moment, his heart pounding in his chest as Maddie’s words echoed in his ears. He couldn’t believe what she was asking of him, but the pressure of the situation and the strange power she held over him left him feeling trapped. Slowly, almost mechanically, he lowered his head between her legs, the reality of what he was about to do weighing heavily on him.

His face flushed with embarrassment as he tentatively began to lick, the taste immediately hitting his tongue. It was bitter, salty, and overwhelming. Harry gagged, his throat tightening in disgust, but he **** himself to continue, his body trembling with shame. He swallowed down Ryan’s load, the sensation making his stomach churn, but he didn’t stop. Maddie’s laughter above him only made it worse, but he kept going, powerless under her gaze.

“Oh my god, Harry,” Maddie giggled, her voice dripping with mockery. She ran her fingers through his hair, tugging playfully as she watched him struggle. “You’re actually doing it. You really are something else.”

Harry tried to block out her words, but every teasing comment sent another wave of humiliation washing over him.

“Does it taste good?” Maddie asked, her tone light and mocking. “Come on, you can tell me. You’re practically savoring every drop.”

Harry felt his face burn with shame, but he didn’t respond. He just kept licking, even as his body fought against the urge to gag. Maddie’s laughter echoed in his ears, and he could feel her eyes on him, relishing in his humiliation.

As Harry finally pulled back, his stomach twisted in knots and his face flushed with shame. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, trying to erase the taste and the humiliation that came with it. His mind was spinning, every part of him screaming that this was too much, too degrading, yet he couldn’t seem to break free from the hold Maddie had over him.

Maddie’s laughter filled the room once again, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she looked down at him. She leaned back, propping herself up on her elbows, still completely unbothered by what had just transpired. “Oh, Harry,” she said between giggles, her voice teasing and cruel, “you really loved it, didn’t you?”

Harry didn’t respond, avoiding her gaze as his chest tightened with embarrassment.

Maddie’s smirk widened as she continued, her tone dripping with mockery. “So… how was it?” she asked, cocking her head to the side. “Did you like the taste of your friend’s cum?” Her words hung in the air, taunting him, cutting deeper than anything else she could have said.

Harry’s stomach dropped even further, and he looked away, unable to meet her eyes. The humiliation was suffocating, but he remained silent, knowing anything he said would only make it worse.

Maddie let out another soft laugh, clearly enjoying every second of his discomfort. “Don’t worry,” she said, her voice still playful. “I bet you’ll get used to it. After all, there’s always next time.”