Daniel and Julia's submission

The apartment was enveloped in a heavy silence, broken only by the irritating ticking of the kitchen clock. Rafaela watched Daniel and Júlia, both kneeling on the rug, their wrists bound by ties. The light from the lamp cast elongated shadows on their naked bodies

"You know why you're here," Rafaela didn't ask a question. Her voice was a blade dragging across silk.

Júlia arched her back involuntarily, the mark on her collarbone throbbing red. Daniel swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on the leather belt Rafaela slowly wrapped around her hand.

"Yes, ma'am," they answered in unison.

Rafaela smiled. The first movement was swift as a sword stroke—the belt lashed Daniel's chest, leaving a pink line over his hardened nipples. He groaned, but didn't flinch. Júlia trembled beside him, her damp thigh dripping onto the rug.

—On all fours— ordered Rafaela, unzipping his pants with her teeth.

Daniel obeyed first, arching his hips with his fingers digging into the sofa fabric. Júlia hesitated—just a second—and Rafaela pulled her hair until her lips met the base of his swollen penis.

—Swallow— was all she needed to say.

Júlia opened her mouth like a sinner receiving communion wafers. Rafaela pushed in with a fluid motion, feeling her colleague's throat contract around her. Daniel watched, panting, his own member throbbing between his legs.

—You— Rafaela pointed at him with her belt—come here.

When Daniel approached, she grabbed his chin and spat into his mouth.

—Clean.

He licked her lips with devotion. Rafaela laughed and pushed him back onto the sofa, mounting him in a fluid motion. Her penis brushed against Daniel's abdomen, leaving a wet trail as she leaned back—straight into Julia's mouth.

"Don't stop," Rafaela ordered, burying her fingers in Julia's hair as she plunged into her colleague's throat.

The moist heat of Julia's mouth contrasted with the hard flesh of Daniel beneath her. Rafaela rocked her hips, rubbing against his abdomen as she devoured Julia's submissive mouth. The mark on her colleague's collarbone burned against her thigh.

"Now," Rafaela pulled Julia's hair back, revealing her soaked face, "you eat me from behind while he licks you."

They moved like puppets. Daniel slid down, his tongue finding Julia's swollen clitoris at the same instant she guided Rafaela's penis into her anus. The moan that escaped Julia was swallowed by Rafaela's hand in her mouth.

—Slowly— Rafaela ordered, controlling the rhythm with her hands on Júlia's hips.

She could feel every contraction of her colleague's anus, every gasp of Daniel between her legs. When Júlia began to tremble, Rafaela pulled her hair forcefully.

—No. Not yet.

The room smelled of sweat and sex. Rafaela sped up, each thrust stronger than the last, until Júlia's body contracted in a hoarse orgasm. Only then did she allow Daniel to come—licking Rafaela's fingers like a hungry dog.

The last to fall was Rafaela, her teeth sunk into Júlia's shoulder as her own body exploded in waves of pleasure.

—Good boys— she murmured, stroking their sweaty heads as they snuggled at her feet.