Sweet

She must have fallen asleep from exhaustion. Reluctantly, Marie **** one eye open. Soraya placed a leather cuff around her wrist and strapped it tightly.

“What are you doing?”

Instead of answering, Soraya tied her other arm as well.

When she tried to sit up, Marie realized that her ankles were also bound. She was tied up. Panic rose within her. The unpleasant memory of her conversation with Jenkins and her concern that she might be considered a spy had never left her. Were her fears now coming true? Had she been arrested? Was she even going to be tortured?

Soraya seemed to read her thoughts from her face. She tenderly brushed the hair from the reclining woman's forehead.

“You don't have to be afraid. It won't be easy. It might even hurt. But I'll take care of you.”

She sat astride Marie's thighs and began to rub her wet, slippery pussy over them. Marie trembled at the sensation caused by this sliding motion. She tensed her muscles and stretched to increase the friction. Soraya's rising moans showed her that she was doing it right.

In return, Soraya held two fingers to Marie's soaking wet pussy and slid them along in time with the increasing pace of her ride.

“Oh, damn,” Marie gasped, “I thought I was done and would be too sore to want more. But this... this is so good. I think I'm going to cum again.”

This time, Soraya didn't make it as easy for her as the first time. Yes, she teased her, massaged her breasts, squeezed and pulled her nipples, caressed and licked her pussy, and sometimes sucked and nibbled on her large, bright red protruding clit.

But she didn't let Marie have an orgasm. Every time Marie's breathing quickened, her abdominal muscles tensed, and she threw her head back, Soraya stopped, took her hands off the bound woman, and waited until her victim had calmed down again. Marie could whine and beg as much as she wanted, but Soraya wouldn't allow her a second climax.

Soraya kept her perfectly on the edge. Always close, but never even a fraction of an inch too far.

Marie was drenched in sweat, her throat felt raw, and the muscles in her arms and legs, the ones she used to fight against her bonds, were burning. She had no idea how long she had been tortured in this wonderful way. All she knew was that she finally, finally wanted to come.

There... was it a movement in her blind spot, was it a sound just below the threshold of hearing? Suddenly she had the feeling that something was wrong.

She lifted her head with difficulty and looked around.

He was standing in the doorway, leaning casually, his arms crossed in front of his broad chest.

Steve.

He smiled knowingly but didn't move.

Marie gasped in shock. “How long has he been standing there?”

“Since I started tying you up while you were still out cold." Soraya grinned broadly, almost maliciously. She left no doubt about how much she was enjoying the situation. “He likes to watch.”

“We never could have done any of this without him,” she continued. “Women aren’t allowed to be sexually active without a man. Unless he demands it. If anyone asks you—which won’t happen—you’ll say we did it on his orders. Got it?"

Marie’s head was spinning. She didn’t understand what was going on. What's more, the sheer amount of pent-up sexual energy made her feel like she was about to explode.

“But...” Marie's voice trailed off. She didn't know what to say. She just knew that this was wrong. So very wrong. Women shouldn't be dependent on men. For anything. Ever. And certainly not sexually.

Then Soraya continued the sweet ****. Marie moaned loudly. Her body arched toward the hands that touched her so agonizingly delicious.

“Do you want your release now?" Soraya’s voice was a dark, seductive purr.

“Oh, yes! Please.”

“I can’t allow that. But he can,” she whispered, nodding her chin toward the bodyguard.

Marie snapped her eyes open and looked first at Soraya, then at Steve, confused. What did that mean?

“You have to ask him. Be nice, and he'll let you. Maybe.”

No. Never. Marie didn't want to humiliate herself that much. She bit her lip.

Only to moan immediately when Soraya thrust two fingers into her tight, overstimulated pussy at the same time.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she gasped. Her tone rose higher and higher as the fingers curved inside her and touched a spot that almost drove her crazy.

She couldn't take it anymore.

“Ah! I want to come.”

“You have to ask for it,” whispered a voice next to her ear. Marie couldn't think straight anymore.

“Please. Please, can I come?”

“Yes, you may orgasm now." Steve’s baritone sounded heavenly, like the voice of an angel.

Soraya rammed four fingers into Marie’s pussy at once, while her thumb massaged her clit and her other hand pinched and twisted a hard nipple. None of that was necessary. Just hearing the permission was enough to push Marie over the edge.

Pure ecstasy. Marie was beyond all reason. She threw her head back savagely. She screamed and arched her back so much that she could have taken off if she hadn't been tied to the bed.

As if from far away, she heard Soraya's voice: “It's your turn, Steve.”