“You’re so tense,” she murmured, her breath warm against his ear. “Let us help you relax.”
They led him to the bedroom, stripping him as they went. He was naked by the time they reached the bed, his dick hard and aching. They teased him, kissing each other, sucking on each other’s lips, tongues, and pussies. He could hear the slurpy sounds their wet pussies made, and it drove him wild.
“Please,” he begged, his voice hoarse. “Let me touch you.”
Bella laughed, a cruel sound that made his dick twitch. “No,” she said. “You’re here to serve us, not to pleasure yourself.”
They made him beg, compete for their attention, and perform tasks designed to prove his devotion. He could never “win,” only obey. And with each act of obedience, he became more addicted to them, emotionally dependent, and trapped in a continuous cycle of surrender.
Finally, they allowed him to cum, his release a pathetic dribble compared to the floods they’d produced. But even that was a gift, a reward for his obedience.
As he lay there, exhausted, they cuddled up to him, their bodies soft and warm against his. He felt a strange sense of peace, a contentment he’d never experienced before.
“You did well today, Ryan,” Alexis murmured, her voice sleepy. “Tomorrow, we’ll expect even more.”
And he knew he wouldn’t disappoint them. He was theirs, body and soul, trapped in an addiction loop of praise and teasing, financial demands, and humiliation.
And he wouldn’t have it any other way.