This wasn’t the first time I had been with them togther.
He didn’t even look at me at first.
Just kept his eyes on her-this, tatted brunette he met two weeks ago at the club. I watched as he undressed her slowly on our bed, our sheets, while I stood in the corner in nothing but a black lace collar and the cage he locked on me that morning.
I was already dripping with anticipation. I always get like this before they start. My heart pounds. My thighs shake. Not from fear, not from jealousy. It’s something deeper. Darker. A need I didn’t know I had until he unlocked it.
They fucked like animals. Like they’d been starving for each other. The bed slammed against the wall hard enough that I worried it might wake the neighbors. Her moans were high-pitched and raw. His voice deep, commanding.
I stood silently the whole time.
Hands behind my back. Lips sealed unless told otherwise. That was the rule tonight.
And then, after he finished—loudly, with a shudder and a growl that told me everything—I thought maybe it was over.
But that’s when it happened.
He turned to me, slowly, sweat shining on his chest, and said:
“Kira. Clean her up.”
The world stopped for a second.
I didn’t speak. I didn’t ask questions.
I dropped to my knees and crawled toward the bed. She looked down at me, half amused, half surprised. Her legs still twitching from the aftershocks. His cum glistening between her thighs.
I’d never done anything like this before.
But he’d been prepping me for weeks.
Telling me this was the next step in giving up my control. In becoming not just a cuckquean, but a submissive vessel. An object for their pleasure—even after the act.
So I obeyed. I leaned in, tongue trembling, and did exactly what he told me.
The taste. The heat. Her breath catching as I licked her clean.
It wasn’t just sinful. It was holy. I felt taken. Seductively used. Loved in the way only someone who knows your darkest kink can love you.
When I looked up, he was watching me. Not with anger or dominance—though those were there too—but with pride. As if this was a moment we’d both been working toward.
“Good girl,” he said.
And that was it.
That was all I needed to hear.
Your delicious cherry,
Kira~
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