The heat

The zipper of Lila’s crimson dress slid down with agonizing slowness.

Cool air kissed her spine as the silk parted. The woman—call her Jade, from the emerald flash of her gown—peeled the fabric from Lila’s shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. Lila stood in nothing but black lace panties, sheer thigh-high stockings, and the heels that made her legs look endless.

The man—let’s name him Victor—circled her slowly, eyes raking over every exposed inch. His gaze felt like a physical touch.

“Turn,” he commanded.

Lila turned.

Jade stepped in close behind her, breasts pressing soft and warm against Lila’s back. Fingers traced the lace edge of her panties, then dipped beneath, teasing the slick heat already gathered there.

“So wet already,” Jade purred against her ear. “You loved being watched up there, didn’t you? Loved knowing we were bidding on this pretty pussy.”

Lila’s breath hitched.

Victor stopped in front of her, tilting her chin up with two fingers.

“Hands behind your back.”

She obeyed instantly.

He produced silk restraints from his pocket—soft, black, expensive. Bound her wrists in seconds, tight enough to bite, loose enough to wriggle. The vulnerability sent a fresh rush of arousal straight to her clit.

Jade’s hand slid lower, two fingers slipping easily inside her, curling slow and deep.

“Look at him while I finger you,” Jade whispered. “Show him how desperate you are.”

Lila’s eyes locked on Victor’s as Jade pumped in and out, thumb circling her swollen clit with maddening precision. Her hips rocked helplessly, chasing more.

Victor unbuttoned his shirt slowly, revealing a sculpted chest dusted with dark hair. Then his belt. Slacks. He freed his cock—heavy, thick, curving slightly upward, already leaking at the tip.

He stroked himself once, twice, watching Lila’s face as Jade added a third finger, stretching her open.

“On your knees,” Victor said.

Jade withdrew her fingers with a wet sound that made Lila whimper. Guided her down until she knelt on the plush carpet, wrists still bound behind her.

Victor stepped closer, cock brushing her lips.

“Open.”

She did.

He fed himself into her mouth slowly, letting her feel every vein, every throb. Jade knelt behind her, hands spreading Lila’s thighs wider, mouth descending to lick a hot stripe over her clit.

Lila moaned around Victor’s cock, the vibration making him groan and thrust deeper. He gathered her hair in one fist, controlling the pace—shallow at first, then deeper, until she gagged softly, tears pricking her eyes.

Jade’s tongue was relentless—flicking, sucking, fucking into her with quick, filthy thrusts while her fingers dug into Lila’s ass, spreading her open.

Victor pulled out suddenly, strings of saliva connecting Lila’s lips to his glistening cock.

“Bed,” he ordered. “On your back. Legs spread.”

They moved her together—Jade untying her wrists only to re-secure them to the headboard with velvet cuffs already waiting there.

Lila lay exposed, chest heaving, pussy glistening under the low lights.

Victor climbed between her thighs, rubbing the head of his cock through her slick folds, teasing her entrance.

Jade straddled Lila’s face without ceremony, gown rucked up, bare pussy hovering just above her mouth.

“Eat me while he fucks you,” Jade commanded, lowering herself.

Lila’s tongue darted out eagerly, tasting Jade’s sweetness as Victor thrust in—one long, brutal stroke that buried him to the hilt.

They found a rhythm immediately.

Victor pounding deep and hard, hips snapping, balls slapping against her ass.

Jade grinding down on Lila’s mouth, fingers pinching her own nipples, moaning loud and shameless.

The mirrors reflected everything—Lila bound and writhing, Victor’s muscles flexing with every thrust, Jade riding her face with abandon.

Lila came first—muffled screams against Jade’s pussy, body arching off the bed as she clenched around Victor’s cock.

Jade followed seconds later, flooding Lila’s mouth with her release, thighs trembling.

Victor pulled out, flipped Lila onto her stomach, and entered her again from behind—deeper this angle, brutal. One hand fisted in her hair, the other reaching under to rub her oversensitive clit.

“Come again,” he growled. “I want to feel you milk me.”

She did—sobbing into the sheets, squirting hard around him.

Only then did he let go—pulling out to paint hot stripes across her ass and back while Jade watched with hooded eyes, fingers lazily circling her own clit.

They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, sweat-slick and breathless.

After a moment, Jade kissed Lila softly, tasting herself on her lips.

Victor untied her wrists, massaging the faint marks.

“The night’s still young,” he murmured against her throat. “And we paid for everything.”

Lila shivered—in exhaustion, in anticipation.