Midday.
Shadows on the walls. The scent of sweat and arousal clings to the expensive furniture. Everyone is exhausted but nobody wants to stop.
Janelle lies stretched across the living room couch, skin marked by kisses and gentle bites.
Kade sits on the floor between her legs, worshipping slowly with his mouth licking her as if she's the altar and he's forgotten how to pray.
Mirabel watches from the leather armchair, legs crossed, one hand between her thighs.
Aster and Naya lie tangled together nearby, Naya's fingers still dripping from whatever game they played before.
But her eyes are locked on Janelle now.
"She looks good like that," Naya says.
Aster chuckles. "She always does."
But Janelle's eyes stay on Mirabel.
Even with Kade's tongue wrecking her slowly.
Even with her thighs trembling.
Even with her nails dragging across the velvet cushion in agony
Her eyes are begging for something only Mirabel can give.
Mirabel finally stands.
She walks slowly to her.
"You want me, huh?"
Janelle nods, breathless.
"You think you've been a good girl?"
Janelle bites her lip. "I've been yours, Mirabel. Always."
Mirabel pulls Kade up by the hair. "Enough."
He steps back, breathless and messy.
Mirabel kneels.
She looks up into Janelle's dazed, dripping eyes.
"You've played with toys," she whispers. "You've teased me. Made me jealous. Broken rules.
But you still want my mouth like a prayer, don't you?"
"Yes," Janelle breathes.
Mirabel smiles darkly.
And then she devours her.
Tongue rough.
Teeth biting.
Punishing.
It's not just pleasure
It's a warning: You are mine.
Kade watches.
Aster and Naya hold each other tighter, breath catching.
And Janelle?
Janelle screams Mirabel's name as her back arches and her body breaks
Not from pain…
But from need.
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To be continued