Lahat ng Kabanata ng Roped Into Surrender : The Neighbor's Binding Claim : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Michael lay on the bed, chest heaving, body still trembling from the intense morning session. His cock was half-hard again, slick with Mirabel and Mitchelle’s cream, while the thick plug in his ass continued to buzz lowly against his prostate. The weekend with Vanessa and Elena was now only hours away, and the fear mixed with dark excitement made his hole clench around the toy.“One more night with them before they hand me over… and I’m already soaked in their juices, begging for more.”Mirabel crawled over him, her lush, curvy body glistening with sweat. Her full breasts swayed heavily as she looked down at him with desperate, obsessive eyes. “This is our last full night before they take you,” she whispered, voice cracking. “I need you to feel us. Really feel us.”Mitchelle knelt beside them, her athletic body tense with competitive hunger. “After years of hiding how much I love controlling my partners, I finally found you. If you choose them tomorrow… it’ll break something in me

The hours blurred into a haze of sweat, cum, and overwhelming sensation. Michael had lost track of time in Vanessa’s apartment. His body was covered in marks , handprints on his thighs, bite marks on his chest, and the constant ache in his thoroughly used ass. The collar around his throat felt like the only thing anchoring him to reality.He thought “I’m supposed to be thinking about Mirabel and Mitchelle… but all I can feel is how deep they’re fucking me.”Vanessa stood over him, completely naked, her raven hair messy and her body glistening. “You’re doing so well, pet,” she purred, her voice dripping with dark satisfaction. “But we’re only halfway through the weekend. I want to see you break completely.”Elena smiled coldly from the side, adjusting the thick strap-on she wore. “Let’s push him further. I want to hear him beg for what his old Mistresses could never give him.”Michael’s cock twitched hard despite everything. Guilt burned in his chest with the thoughts of Mirabel’s sof

“Every time they make me cum, I feel Mirabel and Mitchelle slipping further away… and I can’t stop myself from wanting more”Michael lay sprawled on the large bed, chest heaving, body drenched in sweat and the mixed juices of Vanessa and Elena. His ass throbbed from the repeated stretch, his cock was raw and sensitive, yet still half-hard against his stomach. The weekend challenge had only reached its second day, but he already felt like a different man , broken and open in ways he never imagined.Vanessa crawled over him slowly, her raven hair cascading down as she straddled his waist. Her sharp hazel eyes locked onto his with predatory hunger. “You’re thinking about them again, aren’t you?” she whispered, dragging her wet pussy along the length of his cock teasingly. “Those two soft girls who think they own you.”Michael’s breath hitched. Guilt stabbed deep in his chest , memories of Mirabel’s loving, possessive kisses and Mitchelle’s fierce, competitive passion flashing through his

The apartment was dark except for the faint glow of a bedside lamp. Michael lay in the middle of the big bed, Mirabel curled tightly against his left side and Mitchelle pressed against his right. Hours had passed since his return, but sleep refused to come. The weight of what he had experienced over the weekend pressed down on his chest like a heavy stone.“I can’t tell them everything… but if I don’t say something, I’ll lose them anyway.”Mirabel’s fingers traced lazy circles on his chest, but her touch was tense. “You’ve been quiet since we made love,” she whispered into the darkness. “Tell us what really happened with them. Please. I need to know.”Michael swallowed hard. His cock twitched at the memories despite the guilt burning in his gut. “It was… intense,” he started, voice low and rough. “They didn’t hold back. Vanessa and Elena used me in ways I didn’t think were possible. Double penetration. Hours of being fucked in both holes while they took turns on my mouth. They made me

Michael stood in the bathroom, just staring at himself in the mirror. The place was silent , Mirabel and Mitchelle were out grabbing groceries, so for once, it was just him. Water still dripped from his hair; he’d taken his time in the shower, hoping it would scrub the weekend off him. No luck.He shut his eyes, and it all came rushing back.Vanessa riding him, Elena behind him , the raw, filthy sounds as they took him together. The desperate way he’d screamed for them. That sensation of being split apart and remade by their hands with pleasure and surrender, tangled up and unstoppable.His cock hardened again before he could stop it, pressing against his thigh, already leaking.“Fuck…” he muttered, grabbing the sink, gritting his teeth as guilt hit him like a freezing wave. He couldn’t stop thinking about Mirabel’s gentle kisses, or Mitchelle’s fierce, playful touch. They’d both welcomed him back, needing him, loving him. And now here he was, aching for the memory of someone else’s c