جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 120

Kai’s POV I woke up at four and couldn’t get back under. Ren was still out cold beside me, one arm thrown across the space I’d left, face soft in a way it hadn’t been for days. I watched him for a minute, then eased out of bed, pulled on sweatpants and a shirt, and went downstairs to the office. Moreau Dynamics didn’t care that my husband was exhausted or that Ayesha was sleeping two floors down under Adrian’s watch. New partners meant new access protocols. The advertising group from the trip — the one we’d sealed in person — was ready to register fingerprints for vault clearance. I sat in the half-dark with the desk lamp on and went through the list: names, clearance levels, the secure channel for the biometric upload, a short note to the on-site team about timing. One call to the night-side technical lead. Another to confirm the registration window. By the time the last confirmation came through, the sky outside the window had gone from black to grey and the clock read past seven

Third Person Adrian finished plating the food and called down the hall. “Ayesha. Ren. Come and eat.” Silence. He waited a few seconds, then tried again, louder. Still nothing. The restlessness hit fast. He walked straight to the Ayesha's room door and knocked three solid times. No answer. He knocked again, harder. Ren’s voice came through, grudging and muffled. “What can we do for you?” “Get your asses out of that bed and out of that room. Next time I won’t knock politely. I’ll drag both of you out myself.” Ren muttered "brute" under his breath. Ayesha laughed. A moment later the door opened and they shuffled out, hair messy, clothes wrinkled from lying around too long. Adrian had already set two plates. Ayesha’s was loaded. Ren’s was only slightly less so. He served without comment and pointed at the chairs. Ayesha stared at the amount of food. “Is this not too much, Adrian?” “Is it?” Ren laughed and nudged her with his elbow. “You won’t get anything useful out of him

The lights on the main floor dimmed another degree. Conversation at the surrounding tables thinned into attentive quiet. On stage, Marcus’s sub hung exactly as arranged — wrists cuffed high, legs spread to the same width so his weight pulled his shoulders and opened his ass to the air, open-mouthed gag locking his jaw wide, blindfold erasing the crowd, noise-cancelling headset cutting every external sound. The cock cage gleamed under the focused spots. A slender sound was already seated inside the trapped shaft. Nipple clamps bit down on peaked flesh. The navel piercing caught the light with every breath. Between his cheeks the base of a thick vibrator sat flush, the toy that had been stretching him since before they left the private rooms.Marcus stood a few paces back and simply looked.He did not rush. An experienced sadist never did. He let the sub feel the wait — the stretch in his shoulders, the cool air on his exposed hole around the vibrator’s base, the constant low pressure o

Third Person Marcus withdrew his fist slowly, giving the sub’s rim time to close around the emptiness. The hole stayed soft and open, shiny under the lights, still shaped by everything that had already been inside it. He coated his cock in the same heavy lube, lined up, and drove in to the hilt in one continuous thrust. The sub’s muffled cry against the gag was immediate and raw. Marcus did not ease him into it. He set a hard, fast rhythm from the first stroke — hips snapping, hands locked on the sub’s waist, using the cuffs and the spread of the sub’s legs to keep him exactly where he wanted him. Every thrust bottomed out with a wet, audible slap. The sub’s body swung in the restraints. Fresh spit ran from the corners of the open gag. At the private table Ren’s breath punched out of him. His own plug felt huge. His cock jerked hard inside his shorts. Without thinking he ground down on Kai’s thigh again, chasing pressure. Kai’s hand slid under the net shirt, down the soft plane of

Kai’s POVI pulled the plug out in one sharp motion.Ren’s hole fluttered around the sudden emptiness, left slightly open and glistening with lube. A broken sound left him. I set the toy aside and ran my thumb over the soft rim, watching it clench on nothing.“I’m going to play with this hole so much,” I told him, voice low. “Then I’m going to fill you with water. You’re going to look so fucking sexy pregnant.”His whole body shivered.I led him to the padded bench, bent him over it, and locked the restraints around his wrists and ankles until his ass was bare, lifted, and completely available. No way to close his legs. No way to hide. The position presented everything I wanted.“I’m not going to fist you today, baby,” I said, letting the words settle. “But it’ll be more than three fingers.”His hole clenched hard on empty air the second I said it. I laughed, dark and pleased.“Whore.”I left him like that long enough for the wait to register, then came back with what I needed and se