Slavery: A series of erotic games (book 02)

The apartment smelled like vanilla candles and fresh laundry, the kind of cozy Saturday afternoon that begged for laziness. Riley and Sofia had been best friends since freshman year—thick as thieves, finishing each other’s sentences, sharing clothes, secrets, and, lately, something more. It started innocently enough: drunk kisses at parties, hands lingering too long under blankets during movie nights. Then one rainy Thursday they’d crossed the line properly, mouths and fingers and breathless giggles until dawn.

Now it was routine. Or at least, it had become routine.

They were on Riley’s bed—queen-size, white sheets already rumpled—Sofia straddling Riley’s hips, both of them naked except for the thin silver chain Sofia still wore around her neck. Riley’s dark hair fanned across the pillow; Sofia’s auburn curls curtained their faces as they kissed, slow and deep, tongues sliding together like they had all the time in the world.

Riley’s hands roamed Sofia’s back, nails dragging lightly down her spine, making Sofia arch and moan into her mouth. Sofia broke the kiss first, trailing wet open-mouthed kisses along Riley’s jaw, down her throat, sucking a bruise just below the collarbone. Riley hissed, hips bucking up instinctively.

“God, you always know exactly where,” Riley breathed.

Sofia smiled against her skin. “I’ve had three years to map you out.”

She slid lower, lips brushing over one nipple, then the other—teasing licks, then hard sucks that had Riley’s back bowing off the mattress. Sofia’s hand drifted between Riley’s thighs, fingers gliding through slick folds without entering yet, just spreading the wetness, circling the swollen clit with feather-light touches.

Riley whimpered. “Tease.”

“Patience, baby.” Sofia kissed her way down Riley’s stomach, nipping at the soft skin just above her pubic bone. When she finally settled between Riley’s legs, she hooked her arms under Riley’s thighs, spreading her wide, holding her open.

Riley looked down—cheeks flushed, pupils blown—and watched Sofia lower her head.

The first lick was long and slow, flat tongue dragging from entrance to clit. Riley’s hips jerked; Sofia pressed them down firmly with her forearms.

“Stay still,” Sofia murmured, breath hot against wet skin. “Let me taste you.”

She dove in properly then—sucking Riley’s clit into her mouth, tongue flicking fast and relentless. Riley’s hands flew to Sofia’s hair, gripping tight, thighs trembling around her head. Sofia hummed approval, the vibration shooting straight through Riley’s core.

Two fingers slid inside—easy, because Riley was dripping—and curled upward, stroking that spongy spot while Sofia’s tongue worked merciless circles. Riley’s moans turned high and desperate, hips grinding against Sofia’s face despite the hold.

“Fuck—Sof—gonna come—don’t stop—”

Sofia didn’t. She sucked harder, fingers pumping faster, until Riley shattered—back arching, thighs clamping around Sofia’s ears, a broken cry tearing from her throat as she pulsed around Sofia’s fingers, slick coating Sofia’s chin.

Sofia worked her through it, gentle licks now, until Riley was twitching with overstimulation and weakly pushing at her forehead.

Sofia crawled back up, kissing Riley deep so she could taste herself. Riley moaned into her mouth, hands sliding down to cup Sofia’s ass, squeezing.

“Your turn,” Riley whispered.

She flipped them in one smooth motion—Sofia on her back now, legs spread, chest heaving. Riley settled between them, kissing her way down Sofia’s body the same way Sofia had done hers. When she reached Sofia’s cunt, she paused—admiring the way Sofia’s lips were swollen and glistening, clit peeking out.

“So pretty,” Riley murmured, then leaned in and licked a slow stripe up the center.

Sofia’s hips snapped up. “Riley—”

Riley grinned, then buried her face. She ate Sofia like she was starving—long licks, then focused flicks on the clit, then sucking the whole mound into her mouth. Sofia’s hands tangled in Riley’s hair, pulling hard enough to sting.

“Fuck—yes—like that—deeper—”

Riley pushed two fingers inside, then three, stretching Sofia open while her tongue worked relentless patterns. Sofia was loud—always had been—moaning and cursing and begging. Her thighs shook; her stomach muscles fluttered.

Riley pulled back just long enough to spit on Sofia’s clit—wet and filthy—then dove back in, sucking hard while her fingers fucked fast and deep.

Sofia came with a scream—whole body seizing, walls clamping down on Riley’s fingers, gushing slick that Riley lapped up greedily. Sofia’s hips bucked through the aftershocks, riding Riley’s face until she collapsed, panting.

They lay tangled for a minute—sweaty, breathless, kissing lazily—until the bedroom door swung open without a knock.

Ava stood frozen in the doorway.

Ava—their third roommate, the quiet artist who usually kept to her room with headphones and charcoal-stained fingers. Tall, blonde, always in oversized sweaters that hid surprisingly full curves. She was holding a mug of tea, steam still curling from it, eyes wide as she took in the scene: two naked girls on the bed, sheets twisted, air thick with sex.

Riley and Sofia both froze.

Then Ava didn’t leave.

She kicked the door shut behind her. Set the mug on the dresser with careful hands.

“I… heard noises,” Ava said, voice husky. “Thought maybe someone was hurt.”

Sofia laughed—breathless, a little delirious. “No one’s hurt. Promise.”

Riley propped herself on one elbow, shameless. “You gonna stand there all day, or…?”

Ava’s gaze flicked between them—Riley’s flushed chest, Sofia’s swollen lips, the glistening between their thighs. Her tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip.

“I’ve… thought about this,” Ava admitted quietly. “More than once.”

Sofia sat up slowly, sheets pooling around her waist. “Then come here.”

Ava hesitated only a second. Then she was crossing the room, shedding her sweater as she went—revealing a thin white tank top, no bra, nipples already hard against the fabric. Jeans next, kicked off. Underwear last—simple black cotton, already damp at the crotch.

Naked now, she climbed onto the bed. Riley and Sofia made space, pulling her between them.

Riley kissed her first—soft, testing. Ava melted into it, small whimper escaping when Riley’s tongue slipped inside. Sofia watched, hand sliding down her own stomach, fingers circling her still-sensitive clit.

When Riley broke the kiss, Sofia took her turn—deeper, hungrier, biting Ava’s lower lip until Ava gasped. Riley’s mouth found Ava’s neck, sucking a mark while her hand cupped one full breast, thumb brushing the nipple.

Ava arched. “Please—”

“What do you want?” Sofia whispered against her ear.

“Both of you. On me. In me. Everything.”

Riley grinned. “Greedy.”

They pushed Ava onto her back. Sofia straddled her face—careful, slow—lowering until Ava’s mouth met her cunt. Ava moaned at the first taste, tongue diving in eagerly, hands gripping Sofia’s thighs.

Riley settled between Ava’s legs, spreading them wide. Ava’s pussy was pink and slick, clit swollen, begging. Riley leaned in and licked once—long and slow—making Ava buck.

Sofia rocked gently on Ava’s face, grinding down, coating Ava’s chin. “That’s it—eat me like you’ve wanted to. Fuck, your tongue feels good.”

Riley sucked Ava’s clit into her mouth, flicking fast while two fingers slid inside—curling, stroking. Ava’s hips jerked; her moans vibrated against Sofia’s cunt.

Sofia reached down, pinched Ava’s nipples—hard—then soothed them with gentle rolls. Ava whimpered, tongue working faster.

Riley added a third finger, stretching Ava open, fucking her deep while her tongue lashed the clit. Ava’s thighs started shaking; her breathing turned ragged around Sofia’s folds.

“Come for us,” Riley ordered, voice muffled. “Come all over my fingers while you eat Sofia out.”

Ava shattered—back bowing, muffled scream against Sofia’s cunt, walls pulsing hard around Riley’s fingers. Slick coated Riley’s hand; Ava’s hips jerked through wave after wave.

Sofia wasn’t far behind—riding Ava’s face harder, grinding down until she came with a low, shuddering moan, flooding Ava’s mouth. Ava drank greedily, tongue never stopping.

When Sofia finally lifted off, Ava’s face was wrecked—lips swollen, chin shining, eyes glassy.

Riley crawled up, kissed her deep—tasting Sofia on her tongue. Sofia joined, three-way kiss messy and wet, hands everywhere.

They rearranged—Ava on her hands and knees, Sofia behind her, Riley in front.

Sofia grabbed the strap-on from the nightstand drawer—the purple silicone one they’d used on each other plenty of times. She buckled it on while Riley fed Ava her fingers—still slick from Ava’s orgasm—to suck clean.

Sofia slicked the dildo with lube, then pressed the head against Ava’s entrance. Pushed in slow.

Ava groaned, head dropping forward. “Fuck—so thick—”

Riley cupped Ava’s face, kissed her softly. “Take it. You’re doing so good.”

Sofia bottomed out, hips flush against Ava’s ass, then started thrusting—slow at first, then deeper, harder. The harness slapped rhythmically; Ava rocked forward with each stroke, moaning around Riley’s tongue.

Riley slid beneath Ava—sixty-nine position—mouth finding Ava’s clit again while Sofia fucked her from behind. Ava lowered her head, licked into Riley eagerly, sucking her clit, tongue fucking inside.

The room filled with wet sounds—sucking, slapping, moaning. Sofia gripped Ava’s hips, pounding harder, the base of the strap grinding against her own clit.

“Gonna come again?” Sofia panted.

Ava could only whimper—mouth full of Riley’s cunt, fingers digging into Riley’s thighs.

Riley sucked harder on Ava’s clit, tongue flicking fast. Ava came first—screaming around Riley’s folds, body convulsing, hole clenching around the strap. The sight pushed Sofia over—hips stuttering, grinding deep as she came with a choked groan.

Riley followed seconds later—Ava’s tongue relentless, fingers curling inside her—coming hard with a muffled cry, thighs clamping around Ava’s head.

They collapsed in a sweaty heap—limbs tangled, breathing ragged, hearts hammering.

After long minutes, Ava laughed softly. “So… this is happening now?”

Sofia kissed her shoulder. “If you want.”

Riley traced lazy circles on Ava’s stomach. “We want.”

Ava smiled—blissed-out, sated. “Then yeah. This is definitely happening now.”

The afternoon stretched ahead—lazy, endless, full of possibilities.