Janelle lay back against Mirabel's chest, body warm and flushed from earlier teasing. Her legs were spread wide, barely covered by her short robe, and her nipples peeked through thin lace.
Kade was kneeling between her thighs like an obedient toy, fingers twitching with need, tongue wetting his lips as he stared up at the girls.
But his eyes kept drifting—to Mirabel. To the hand stroking Janelle's breast lazily, possessively. To the smirk Mirabel wore like a crown.
She was the queen in this room, and he hated how much he craved her approval.
Janelle leaned her head back, whispering, "I want him to make me feel good…"
Mirabel's fingers pinched her nipple, making Janelle arch with a gasp. "Then tell him, baby."
Kade leaned in without waiting for permission. But before his mouth could reach Janelle's slick heat, Mirabel grabbed his chin.
"Ah ah," she cooed. "You don't get to touch her without asking me."
His jaw clenched. "I've done it before."
"And you forgot your place before," she said sweetly, tilting his head. "You're our toy. That mouth? That cock? They're not yours. They're mine. Understood?"
Janelle giggled softly, brushing her fingers through Kade's hair. "Please, Mirabel… let him taste me. I'm aching."
Mirabel stared into Kade's eyes, her voice honey-sweet but laced with threat. "Make her scream… and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you touch yourself later."
Kade dove in.
His tongue licked a slow, torturous line up Janelle's folds, making her gasp. Her legs tightened around his head as her hips bucked up. He groaned into her, gripping her thighs like he was holding on for dear life. He devoured her like he needed her to breathe.
Mirabel watched every second, eyes gleaming, her hand still playing with Janelle's chest. She loved seeing her girl unravel like this—because of her power. Her rules. Her toy.
When Janelle started trembling, moaning, begging, Mirabel leaned forward and whispered into her ear, "Don't come yet."
"B-but—"
"She only comes when I say."
Kade whimpered against her, desperate, his cock rock-hard and untouched. He was losing himself in it—her taste, her sounds, the heat of it all.
Mirabel suddenly tugged his hair back, pulling him away from Janelle's soaked core. His lips glistened. His breathing was ragged.
"I didn't say stop," Janelle pouted.
"I know," Mirabel murmured. "But now I want you to ride his face, baby… while I ride his cock."
Kade's eyes widened.
And just like that… they both pinned him down.
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To be continued