LOGINThe text from Vanessa came during dinner.New bet. Winner gets Michael for an entire evening. No limits. Tonight.Mirabel’s fork froze halfway to her mouth. Mitchelle’s eyes narrowed dangerously.Michael’s cock twitched hard under the table before he even read the message.They played another round of cards. Vanessa won again.This time, there was no protest. The stakes had grown too high, and the tension between the women was too thick. Mirabel and Mitchelle watched with burning jealousy as Vanessa took Michael by the collar and led him across the hall.Elena was waiting inside, already wearing a thick black strap-on harness, her ice-blue eyes cold with anticipation.“Strip,” Vanessa ordered the second the door closed. “You belong to Elena tonight. Completely.”Michael obeyed, heart hammering. The moment he was naked, Elena grabbed him by the throat and shoved him onto the large padded bench in the center of the room.“Hands and knees,” she commanded.She didn’t warm him up. Elena lu
Michael was alone in the apartment. Mirabel and Mitchelle had gone out for a quick errand, leaving him with strict instructions to rest but rest was impossible.He locked himself in the bathroom, his heart pounding with shame even before he touched himself. The memory of Vanessa’s voice, her commanding presence, her tight, ruthless pussy , it had been haunting him for days.He pulled his cock out, already rock-hard and leaking. He wrapped his hand around the throbbing shaft and started stroking slowly, eyes closed.In his mind, he was back in Vanessa’s apartment.She had him bent over the couch, thick strap-on buried deep in his ass while she reached around and stroked him.Michael moaned softly, stroking faster. He could almost feel the brutal stretch, the way the toy slammed against his prostate with every thrust. He spat on his hand for better glide and pumped his cock harder, imagining Vanessa’s low, dominant voice in his ear.“You love this, don’t you?” he whispered to himself, r
That night belonged to Mirabel and Mitchelle.They didn’t tie him up. They didn’t need to.Mirabel pulled Michael into the bedroom and kissed him slowly, deeply, her full breasts pressing warmly against his chest. “Tonight we’re not punishing you,” she whispered against his lips. “Tonight we’re reminding you why you fell for us.”Mitchelle pressed against his back, kissing his neck while her hands roamed his body. “Loving dominance,” she murmured. “But still ours.”They undressed him together with gentle but possessive hands. Mirabel dropped to her knees first, taking his cock into her warm, soft mouth. She sucked him slowly, lovingly, swirling her tongue around the head as she looked up at him with emotional eyes.“You taste like home,” she breathed, sliding her lips down his shaft until he hit the back of her throat.Mitchelle knelt beside her, licking along the side of his cock whenever Mirabel pulled back. Their tongues met around his throbbing length, kissing each other with his
Michael didn’t expect the text: Come alone. Tonight at 8 PM. No Mirabel. No Mitchelle. Just us.He told them it was a quick errand. They let him go, but the suspicion in their eyes followed him across the hall.Vanessa opened the door wearing nothing but a silk robe that barely contained her body. Her raven hair was loose, and for the first time, she didn’t look like the untouchable dominant. She looked… human.“Come in,” she said quietly.The apartment was dimly lit. No toys laid out or immediate commands. She poured two glasses of wine and handed him one.“Sit,” she said, gesturing to the couch.Michael obeyed, even though tension was coiling in his stomach. This felt different. Dangerous in a new way.Vanessa sat close, her knee brushing his. She took a slow sip of wine, then looked at him with an intensity that made his cock twitch despite everything.“I lost someone once,” she said suddenly with a voice softer than he’d ever heard it. “His name was Lucas. He was my submissive for
“We’re going out tonight,” Mirabel announced, her voice soft but determined. “Just the three of us. A real dinner date. No Vanessa. No games… mostly.”The decision came after days of tension.Mitchelle smirked, holding up a small black remote. “Mostly. I want you to feel us even when other people are watching.”Michael’s cock twitched at the words. After the intense reclaiming sessions, the idea of public risk sent a fresh wave of shame and excitement through him. “You’re really going to make me wear it out there?”Mirabel kissed his neck possessively. “Yes. And you’re going to sit there like a good pet while we control every throb.”They prepared him carefully in the bedroom.Mitchelle lubed the medium-sized vibrating plug generously and pushed it slowly into his ass, twisting it until it seated deep against his prostate. Michael moaned softly as the fullness stretched him, the toy already making his cock leak.Mirabel fastened the collar under a button-up shirt, then helped him into
Michael stepped through the door two hours and ten minutes after he left. His legs were shaky, his ass throbbed, and the unmistakable scent of Vanessa’s pussy clung to his face and chest.Mirabel and Mitchelle were waiting.The moment they saw him with his messy hair, swollen lips, fresh bite marks on his neck, and the glazed, fucked-out look in his eyes , their jealousy ignited like gasoline.“You smell like her,” Mirabel said, voice trembling with hurt and rage. She grabbed him by the collar and yanked him inside, slamming the door shut. “You smell like that bitch’s cunt.”Mitchelle’s eyes blazed. She shoved him against the wall, nostrils flaring. “Did you cum for her? Did you moan her name like a desperate whore while she used you?”Michael could barely speak. “I… I tried not to…”“Liar,” Mitchelle snarled.They didn’t give him time to explain.Mirabel ripped his shirt open with the buttons flying. Mitchelle yanked his pants down, his cock springing out already half-hard and slick
The bet was simple and cruel.A game of cards at the dining table. Loser gives the winner a two-hour private “loan” of Michael with no interference from the others.Vanessa won.Mirabel and Mitchelle’s faces darkened with jealousy as Vanessa stood up with a slow, victorious smile. “Two hours. My ru
Mitchelle found Michael alone in the bedroom later that evening. Her athletic body moved with sharp, determined energy as she closed the door behind her, locking it with a click that sounded final.“Mirabel had her tender moment,” she said with her voice low and competitive. “Now it’s my turn. I’m
The apartment was quiet after Vanessa left. Mitchelle had gone to take a shower, leaving Michael and Mirabel alone on the couch. Mirabel hadn’t spoken much since the competitive session. She simply took his hand and led him to the bedroom.She closed the door softly behind them.Mirabel turned to h
The three of them sat together on the large couch as evening light faded, wrapped in blankets and each other’s arms. No ropes. No games. Just raw honesty.Michael spoke first. “I need to say this out loud. The weekend with Vanessa and Elena… it broke me in ways I didn’t expect. They fucked me so ha







