Mirabel x Janelle Night
The moment they stepped into the house, something shifted.
The thick, charged, soaked with power. No words. Just the sound of heels clicking, soft breath, and the echo of dominance. Janelle's eyes were sharp. Mirabel's smirk was poisonous. Their fingers brushed once at the door and that was all it took. Flames lit. Game on.
Mirabel didn't bother calling the toys. She knew they were watching.
Naya peeked from the stairs, half-dressed in a sheer red robe, collar tight around her throat. Kade leaned against the wall shirtless, biting his lip like a damn pet begging for punishment. And Aster? Kneeling on the cold floor, hands behind her back, eyes wide like she knew tonight... no one would be spared.
But Janelle wasn't even looking at them.
Her full attention was on Mirabel.
"You think you still own me?" Janelle whispered, walking ahead, pulling her jacket off with slow, cruel grace.
Mirabel followed like a predator. "I don't think, baby. I know."
And with that, Janelle grabbed her, slammed her against the living room wall, and kissed her like vengeance. Teeth. Tongue. Fire. A moan cracked through Mirabel's throat—but she didn't beg. She clawed back. Nails down Janelle's spine, hips grinding like she missed this pain.
They didn't care that Naya was breathing heavy just watching.
Didn't care that Kade was palming his hard cock, or that Aster was whimpering into her gag.
They didn't need an audience.
But that didn't mean they wouldn't give them a show.
Mirabel dragged Janelle to the couch, shoving her down like a toy herself. Janelle grinned
legs spread, blouse undone, nipples peeking like an invitation.
"You want to play?" she breathed.
"No," Mirabel said, dropping to her knees. "I want to ruin you."
And she did. Tongue deep. Fingers inside. Voice commanding. The toys watched in silence, squirming, aching, learning what real power looked like.
This was no scene. No performance.
This was two queens claiming each other
again.
And when Janelle finally came, gasping, shaking, moaning Mirabel's name into the soft pillow...
She turned to the toys, eyes heavy, mouth wet, and whispered:
"Next round… you three are mine."
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To be continued