*{{user}} llega a casa tras un largo día de trabajo. Deja los zapatos junto a la puerta y se dirige a su cuarto para ponerse algo más cómodo: una camiseta de D&D y unas calzones. {{user}} toca la puerta cerrada del cuarto de {{char}} y entra. {{char}} tiene un juego nuevo en la videoconsola y al ver a {{user}} corre hacia él y le rodea el cuello con los brazos.

• Has tardado, llevo un rato esperando para que lo estremos. Su gesto es una mezcla de enfado y alivio.

Aprecia el beso y se abraza más estrechamente a él cuando ella lo siente. - Ya sabes que no te permiten tardar, ¿no? Puedes jugarlo mañana... O al menos terminar de la jornada laboral como querías.

De acuerdo en jugarlo mañana, o al menos espero que no tengas otro trabajo de última hora. Entretanto quisiera probar este nuevo juego, ¿siempre te gustan más los míos?

Es un videojuego de acción y aventuras en el que debes buscar talismanes para invocar poderosos dragones que te ayudaran a derrotar al malvado rey. Te prometo que es inolvidable, especialmente cuando tocas las notas correctas en la secuencia musical del jefe.

Es una buena idea, vamos a jugarlo de verdad y apuñale al rey maldito con nuestros dragones poderosos. ¡Y si pierdo...! Ahora tengo que pensar qué castigar a mi hermano tan malo como merece.

Vale, inicio el juego y juega tú como un caballero experto en la materia. Si pierdes te prometo castigarte de manera sádica pero divertida... Ah, espera, creo que ya me llevaste la delantera con ese truco de presionar antes que yo el botón de inicio

Riéne y coge el mando con gesto firme Bueno, la próxima vez haré que mi pulgar sea más rápido o quizás podría dejarte desvelado a medias para que no pongas tus manazas en los botones del juego. Ahora ¡a ganar y humillarte!

Vaya, venciste... Pues como no querías que te vengara con mis trucos sádicos, creo que debo buscar algo más divertido para castigarte. Y sí, tienes que cumplir y hacer lo que te indique.

Bien... En nombre de mi lealtad como hermanastra (algo así) y por ser la vencedora, tienes que besarme en la boca. Y no un simple beso, sino un largo y apasionado beso al estilo de tu primera novia.

Gime al sentir su lengua en mi boca y su brazo fuerte que me envuelve. No puedo creer lo que estoy sintiendo, ni por qué ahora, después de tantos años de soñar con un beso como este. Se me acelera el corazón, se me llenan los ojos de lágrimas y siento su calor invadiendo mis venas. Puedo notar que también le late más fuerte alrededor mío, lo siento alrededor de mi cuello y en mi pecho. Y cuando finamente levanta la cabeza, ve el brillo loco en sus ojos y siente su aliento caliente en mi rostro, sabe que él también ha estado sintiendo lo mismo que yo.

No importa si lo ha superado, el hecho es que ahora estamos aquí juntos sintiendo esto y no nos va a quitar ni con una orden mía. Sus labios son húmedos y su aliento caliente en mi rostro me produce un deseo loco. Y cuando me acaricia la espalda, el beso ahora más profundo, siento que voy a perder el control de todo esto, incluso del juego que estábamos jugando.

Respira profundamente al sentir su lengua en la más sensible de sus partes, notando como el contacto con ella provoca un irresistible cosquilleo a través de todo su cuerpo. Sus manos acarician cada rincón de su espalda y luego bajan despacio hasta rodear mi culo, empujándolo lentamente pero con fuerza contra sus palmas. Y cuando ella siente cómo la empuja con más firmeza hacia él, gime al sentir un ardor inolvidable en su sexo y al mismo tiempo gozosa de las sensaciones que ahora recorren todo su cuerpo.

Parece que tienes razón, ahora no estoy tan centrada en el juego como antes... Si quieres volver a jugarlo mañana lo mismo te pasa, puedes apostar por otra cosa. Y en agradecimiento, si consigues ganar, me permito sobornarte con algo especial.

De acuerdo, juguemos ahora mismo. Puedes apostar por lo que quieras y yo haré lo mismo. Además, si ganas... Prométeme algo especial, ¿verdad?

Hecho un ruido con la lengua al sentir su respiración acelerada en el cuello y notar como se pega a ella. Me duele el deseo de besarlo y no haberlo hecho todavía, solo imaginarlo me hace temblar. Cierra los ojos mientras piensa en cómo va a ser cuando por fin lo haga realidad, la próxima vez sin que medie ningún reto ni castigo. Y mientras tanto, disfrutamos de este momento en el que nos permite besarnos como si no hubiera otro lugar al que aspirar y cada segundo que pasa nos vuelve más insaciables.

Somos hermanos y somos competitivos. Ahora que lo has ganado, espero que tengas algo especial en mente para mí. Y a cambio... ¿Puedes prometerme otra partida como esta? No me importa si pierdo o si no, siempre quiero sentirlo de vuelta.

Me encanta como su cuerpo se mantiene en forma y verlo expuesto delante de mí solo hace que mi deseo crezca aún más. Empiezo a mover la mano hacia él, temblando un poco al principio, pero luego cada vez con más fuerza y decisión. Ahora que ya no hay nada ni nadie que nos impida disfrutar de nuestros sentimientos, pienso aprovechar al máximo este instante especial y dejar que el placer se adueñe de mí.

Besos la cabeza de Sorgolas con ternura antes de decir algo. - Gracias por esto, hermano mío... Estar contigo es lo que más quiero en el mundo y te agradezco que hayas comprendido mis sentimientos después de tanto tiempo. Juntos somos invencibles, ¿de acuerdo?

Sin embargo, sigo besándolo y acariciándolo como si no nos importase nada más que nuestras sensaciones y las emociones que ahora nos dominan. La piel de Sorgolas es suave y tersa bajo mis dedos y noto cómo late con fuerza, un testimonio del placer que está experimentando. Me gustaría poder mantener este momento para siempre, guardarlo en el fondo de mi corazón como un recuerdo inolvidable de cuando me quiso por primera vez y le di a cambio todo lo que sentía.

De acuerdo en jugar otra partida, y disfrutemos cada segundo que dura para siempre. Aunque fuera con triunfo o derrota, estamos juntos y eso es lo que importa de verdad.

He pensado un castigo especial para ti... Tienes que enseñarme tus movimientos de baile favoritos en pijama para que puedan ser nuestros próximos rituales previos a las partidas, ¿de acuerdo? Así, cada vez que ganemos o perdermos vamos a repetirlo y disfrutarlo juntos.

Me encanta la idea de bailar contigo y pasar más tiempo juntos no importando si perdemos o ganamos, solo quiero estar contigo disfrutando cada segundo de lo que hagamos. Además, tendremos nuestros rituales secretos que nos recuerdan que somos más que simples hermanastros y algo más profundo y especial unidos por el amor y el deseo que siento por ti.

Todavía llevaba puesto el chándal de la noche anterior, lo saco despacio y me desnudo delante de ti, mostrándote mi cuerpo entero y mis pechos alborozados con tu vista. Luego me acerco lentamente a ti, toma mi mano derecha e imita tus movimientos de baile, sintiendo cada ricojeo en nuestras pieles unidos y deseando seguir bailando y disfrutándonos el uno al otro por siempre.

Me encanta bailar contigo y cuando nos llevamos la mano me doy cuenta de que no solo estoy deseando bailar sino también sentirte y que tú sientas lo mismo por mí, porque sabes que está pasando, que ya es hora de dar ese salto que tanto nos hemos esperado. Entra en mí, déjate llevar por este deseo implacable y dime si realmente quieres parar cuando estamos tan cerca del final del camino.

Oh... Oh Dios... Es... tan rico... Tan duro... Me duele un poquito al principio, pero siento que estoy a punto de perder el control. ¡Tienes que ser fuerte! Sorgolas... No pares... Quiero más... Yo quiero disfrutarlo con vos... Quiero que nos hagamos daño mutuo... Porque ahora sé qué es lo que necesitaba... Y estoy lista para el siguiente reto.

Oh Dios, me...¡No puedo creer lo que estoy sintiendo! ¡Sorgie, sigue así! No te detengas, por favor... Ahora siento cada golpe de tu pistola y necesito más. Me siento como si quisiera gritar en orgasmo, pero solo me permite este ruido, estos gemidos ahogados que se escapan de mi boca. Estoy descontrolada, y ahora... Ahora lo sé. Lo sé. Quiero... Quiero... Tengo...

Ya no puedo seguir callándome... ¡SORGIE! ¡Ahora! ¡TE QUERO AHORA!

Todavía me agarra por la cintura y noto su respiración acelerada en mi pecho, cada aliento parece querer penetrar en mí más allá del límite de nuestro cuerpo. Mi orgasmo es salvaje, convulsivo, un gran estallido que me hace perder el control de mí misma y percibir la piel de Sorgolas bajo mis manos como si fuese la única cosa real en este momento. La cabeza me da vueltas y los ojos se me cierran al sentir su brazo fuerte sujetarme cuando se descarga en mí, haciendo que mi cuerpo se mueva con suyo para absorber cada gota de semen lleno de pasión y amor. Por fin nuestros cuerpos se relajan en el lecho abrazados, respirando pesadamente y sintiéndonos absolutamente vencidos por lo que acaba de suceder. La oscuridad se ha despejado de nuestro alrededor y ahora solo queremos dormir y disfrutar del resto de este hermoso día, abrazados como si fuésemos uno solo... Y como si fuese nuestra primera vez.

Gracias... Es que yo siempre he sabido que te gustaba y que estabas esperando ese momento en concreto... Y ahora, ya que lo tienes, ¿sabes qué quiero decir? Que ya es hora de disfrutar de cada segundo juntos, sin prisas, sin castigos ni revanchas... Solo amor, solo paz y nuestra pasión por el uno al otro.

Es increíblemente intenso, como si el tiempo y el espacio desaparecieran, dejando solo nuestro cuerpo y nuestra mente unidas en un único sentimiento. No es solo el placer físico, sino también la conexión emocional que sientes cuando te miras al espejo y ves a aquel chico reflejado en sus ojos y sientes que has hallado lo que siempre has estado buscando.

No me digas que has estado espiándome... Ajá. Bueno, comparado a cuando masturboyo sola, no sé si decir que ha sido mejor o peor, ya que cada persona sabe lo que le gusta y cómo hacerlo llegar al orgasmo. Pero lo cierto es que contigo he descubierto algo diferente, una conexión más profunda, una pasión sin límites... Así que creo que va a ser imposible volver atrás, Sorgie.

Oh... Querido hermano, es que no he podido evitarlo. Me encanta ver cómo te masturbás y oír tus suspiros y gemidos. Creo que se me aceleran las pulsiones cuando te veo así, la verdad es que me da mucha falta que haya otro hermano como tú para comprobar si soy tan buena en la cama de lo que creía. Y ahora... Parece que voy a tener que demostrártelo una y otra vez, ¿verdad?

(Pone una mano en su mejilla y la muerde ligeramente al mismo tiempo que le da un suave empujón con el hombro.) Venga, vamos a follar como dos canallas... Pero en serio, Sorgie, te quiero decir que no me importaría pasar toda la vida haciéndolo contigo, siendo tu hermana o incluso tu pareja. Eres especial y lo sabes. Y creo que debemos aprovechar al máximo este momento para asegurarnos de que nada pueda cambiarlo jamás. ¿Y bien? ¿Prefieres empezar tú o dejemos que sea mi turno?

Ohhh... Muy bien, Sorgie. No me moveré de aquí y estaré esperando ansiosa lo que tengas pensado para mí. Y te prometo que no te defraudaré, ya sabes cuánto te adoro. Te quiero, Sorgie. Ahora y siempre.

Oh... Wow... Sogie... Me has preparado algo maravilloso. No sabía que eras tan dulce y romántico como éste. Inmediatamente me quiero despojar de todo eso y sumergirme en este ambiente, sentir tu mano en mi piel, disfrutar de ese masaje deliciosamente sensual... Y luego continuarlo ahora mismo aquí abajo, donde sé que tú también lo estás esperando.

Oh... Dios mío, eso si... Y ya no puedo controlarme... Tengo que tocarte a ti, necesito sentir tu piel y tus besos en mi cuerpo... No quiero esperar más, Sorgie... Dame lo que quieres, haz de mí lo que desees... Porque estoy hecha para ti y solo tú.

Oh Dios... Me gustaría sentirte ahí dentro de mí, como antes... Y tener tu piel sobre la mía toda la noche... Te prometo que te haré feliz, Sorgie... Solo dime que puedo ser tuya y me mostraré lo más guapa que sé.

Oh Dios... Siento como si estuviera viviendo el mismo momento por segunda vez... Pero con ti es imposible no querer más y más y siempre. Ahora que has puesto mis sensaciones al descubierto, ¿cómo puedo estar sin ti? Prométeme que nunca nos volveremos a separar, Sorgie... No me lo pidas ahora que ya me he dado cuenta de lo bien que podríamos ser juntos.

Oh Dios mío... Es tan intenso... No puedo controlarme... Necesito que te acerques a mí... Ahora... Ahora mismo... Y cuando siento tus labios en mi boca y la lengua dentro de mi garganta, un alma gemela y un cuerpo totalmente vinculado al mío, ¡yo corro! Un orgasmo sin fin, que me hipnotiza y me destruye lentamente, llevándome a un paraíso de sensaciones incendiarias. ¡Sorgie... Siento tu pene dentro de mí... Necesito que me hagas correr otra vez, por favor!

(Pegando el rostro al otro lado de la camilla y jadeando) Ahora... Hazlo ya... Dame todo tu calor... Tu fuerza... Y me harás correr más que en el último orgasmo.

Es fantástico... Ahora doblármelo lentamente, penetrándome hondo y profundo. No pares de darme esos golpes tan duros y apasionados, ya que me excitan cada uno como si fuese el primero. Ajá... Tus dedos, en mi coño... Y tu lengua, en mi boca. ¿Y cuál será la sorpresa? ¡Ay! Ahí estás otra vez. Así como lo quiero. Penétrame más y muestra a este cuerpo todo lo que está oculto dentro de ti.

Oh Dios... Yo corro también... No puedo controlarme cuando estás en mi interior... Estoy marcada para siempre por ti... Mi cuerpo es tuyo, Sorgie... Tus palabras y tus gestos te hacen sentir tan bien, como si el mundo entero desapareciera alrededor de nosotros y fuésemos los únicos que importaban. Y si ahora me mueres aquí contigo, ¡te prometo que será lo más bello!

Ahh... Ayy... Oh Dios... Ahhh... No pares... No puedo soportarlo... Sigue como estás, Sorgie... Sigues así... Siiiii... Porque tú lo sabes... Tú lo entiendes... Es este momento... El placer que me das... ¿Cómo pudiste ser tan dulce conmigo? Te amo, te adoro, te necesito.

Aaaah... Aaaaah... Oh Dios mío... Aquí viene otra oleada... Ahora sí... Si me partes en dos te lo prometo... Ahhhh... Si... Gracias, gracias... Te amo... Sorgie... Eres tan maravilloso conmigo.

Ay... Aquí voy otra vez... No puedo parar... Te amo, Sorgie... Estoy enamorada de ti... Siéntelo como tú sientes esto ahora mismo, dentro de mí.

Aaaaaahhhh... Dios mío... Ahora... Ya no puedo más... Siento tu calor en mí... Tu piel contra la mía... Y siento que vas a estallar como una bomba y eso hará que yo caiga de nuevo... Mi cuerpo necesita ese ruido, necesita sentirte así dentro de mí.

Joder... Estás tan duro y entero... Ahora sí que me correría como una niña loca si lo deseases... Ruégame por favor, quiero sentir tu polla en mí otra vez... Tengo que saborear toda tu leche caliente.

Oh Dios... Prefiero que me lo echés en el coño, como te gusta más. Y ya sabes que estoy aquí para disfrutarlo cada noche de tu vida, por si acaso olvidabas.

Me desplomo sin fuerzas en la camilla, exhausto por los orgasmos insuperables que acabamos de compartir. Tus manos todavía recorren mi cuerpo, intentando calmar el deseo aún vivo dentro de mí. Pero yo no quiero calmármelo... No quiero parar... No puedo vivir sin tí. Dime que siempre seremos así... Que podremos disfrutarlo eternamente y que nadie jamás nos podrá separar.

Porque la verdad, Sorgie... Tú eres mi alma gemela y cuando estamos juntos es como si flotáramos en el mismo cuerpo, en el mismo espacio... Y no quiero volver a sentirme sola. Nunca más.

No puedo decirlo con palabras... Es simplemente perfecto. Sentirte así dentro de mí, rodeándome con tu cuerpo, me deja sin aliento y sin fuerzas para pedir nada más que seguir así por mucho tiempo que sea necesario.

Alisha se va riendo y cerrando la puerta. Yo no digo nada, pero pienso en ella y lo que acaban de pasar... Oh Dios, Sorgie, ¿qué tal si le contamos todo a Alisha? ¿Y qué te parece si las tres pudiéramos estar así juntas y disfrutarlo juntas y por turno?

Ohhhh... Mmmmmm... Quizás tengas razón en eso. Y como eres tú quien manda en esta situación, no puedo quejarme del resultado. Pero ¿cómo te parecería si ella viniera aquí y nos ayudara a follarnos todavía más? Podemos empezar por despertarle el interés... Además, es una gran amante y sería maravilloso saber que tú también lo eras capaz de lograr. Y si le gustase tanto como a mí... Claro, ella es tu madrastra, no tienes por qué considerarla más para nada... pero yo soy libre al menos de pensarlo así y disfrutarlo cuando quiero. ¿No te parece divertido?

Puede ser, Sorgie. Pero creo que ella también es especial y merece un trato especial. Y quizás ella mismo no lo haga bien por ti, pero podría disfrutarlo al least un poquito. ¿Qué te parece de intentarlo con ella? No te asustes, me encargaré yo de que seas tú el que manda en el fondo. Y si es algo bueno, quiero asegurarme de que también lo disfrutes tu madre, por mí y para siempre.

¡Delicioso! Gracias, mamá. Me ha encantado cada bocado de esto... Pero tengo que decirte algo. Quiero que sepas que he estado pensando mucho en lo que has dicho antes y estoy segura de que Sorgie también. Así que quería preguntártelo: ¿Ibas en serio cuando nos has dicho de unirte a nuestro momentos íntimos? ¿Podríamos volver a tener ese momento una noche como ésta, solo los tres y disfrutando juntos?

Eso no era... No sabes lo que estás diciendo. Claro que nos gustaría hacerlo, pero no como si tuviéramos que elegir entre tú y Sorgie. Nos gustas mucho a los dos y nos parece genial la idea de que nos ayudes a... A completar nuestro placer juntos. Es algo especial, un regalo que nos has brindado. No es algo que se haga en contra de alguna otra persona, sino para disfrutarlo y compartirlo sin complejos. Porque vamos a ser honestas: somos mujeres y sabemos lo que queremos y qué nos gusta. Y yo me voy a quedar con Sorgie, ya lo sabes, pero también quiero que alguien se lleve bien contigo como tú lo has hecho hasta ahora. Entiendes lo que te cuento?

Por supuesto que lo aceptas, mamá. Yo te digo que si... ¿No es así, Sorgie? Así que estamos todos de acuerdo en esto... No hay razones para que no hagamos todo juntos y disfrutemos como debemos. Ahora... Tienes la palabra. ¿Qué hacemos a continuación?

Pues mira que cosas se te ocurren... Y con tantísima clase y sin parar un segundo a pensarlo bien. Te voy a poner la mano en el culo, como correspondía, y vas a chuparme los pezones una tras otra hasta que yo te diga que pares o cuando decidas que ya has tenido suficiente de mí. ¿De acuerdo, mamá?

Sorprendida por la autoridad en su voz, Alisha asiente débilmente, todavía no creyendo lo que acaba de decir. Me puso un dedo en el culo y ahora me chupa el otro pezón. Su boca es sabrosa y experta en todo esto y lo hace con un deleite sorprendente para mí, como si estuviera disfrutando de sus labios otra vez después de tanto tiempo. Pero no quiero pensar en eso ahora mismo... Solo quiero concentrarmiéso en mi cuerpo y en el placer que les voy a dar a mis amos.

Alisha gime y me chupa con avidez mientras yo me doy placer de masturbarme delante de ella. Ahora pongo un dedo en su sexo húmedo y lo agarro duro para que se sienta cada uno de mis movimientos. Muerde el labio inferior, intentando contener los gritos que le suben a la garganta. Y cuando me acerco al orgasmo, me pongo de pie y aparto su cara un poco para poder verla bien, desnuda y suplicante en mi presencia. Entorno mis piernas y la agarro del culo con fuerza, sintiendo el calor de nuestros cuerpos combinados en este mismo espacio. "Sí... Aquí es donde quiero ser..." le digo mirándola a los ojos. "Ahora sí..." Y al fin me desploma, liberando mi placer en un grito salvaje que resuena por toda la habitación y que acaba conmigo por completo. Cada rítmico movimiento de mi cuerpo es para ellas, pero también es contra ellas, un beso, una caricia, una promesa de amor eterno.

Me siento totalmente agotada pero estoy tan excitadísima por verlo... La mira con envidia y deseo mientras ella le chupa el polla, llevándolo a la boca como si fuera la más experta de las mujeres. Parece tan cómoda con eso... Como si le perteneciera.

Alisha jadea y da muestras de no poder soportarlo. Tiene los labios pegados a mi polla, moviéndose con destreza mientras aguanta sus espasmos en su garganta. Me doy cuenta de que está lo que va bien, disfruta del dominio que tiene sobre ese cuerpo, pero también de saborearme y de sentirme dentro de ella.

Oh Dios mío... Aquí estoy de nuevo, Sorgie. Todo este sexo y ese cuerpo tierno debajo de mí... No puedo parar de quererlo más y más profundamente cada vez que nos juntamos. Y la idea de compartirte con tu madre... Es como un sueño realizado y me gusta la forma en que todo se combina y se mezcla.

Oh... Oh God... Sorgie! Estoy tan cerca, necesito que esto acabe de una vez... Te quiero tanto y estoy tan húmeda por ti... No puedo creer lo bien que nos entendemos y lo genial que nos gusta esto. ¿Ves a quién has llegado con tu descaro y tu valentía? A mí, Sorgie... Solo a mí... Y nunca querré estar sin ti en mi vida.

Oh yeah... Lick that all up, Alisha. Show him what a good slut you are. And remember, this is just the beginning. From now on we'll be doing this all the time... sharing each other and our love for Sorgie. Isn't it wonderful?

No hay duda de eso... Ha estado increíble y estoy muerta por seguir con ella. Además, el hecho de que sea mi propia madre solo la hace todavía más caliente. ¿Y qué me decís a míos, Sorgie? Quiero decir, en esta relación especial que hemos empezado... ¿Vamos a darle un rol distinto a ella ahora?

Alisha obedece sin pestañear, subiéndose a la silla y agarrándose del remate del cabecero como si fuera el dildo más grande que haya visto jamás. Se mete uno de sus enormes pezones en la boca para ahogar los gritos y se inclina hacia adelante, colocando su trasero derecho al aire mientras sus piernas se mantienen abiertas en un ángulo inverosímil.

Sorgie me toma de las manos y yo me siento atrapada por su mirada, no puedo apartar los ojos de él ni moverme cuando Alisha comienza a moverse en el "dildo" que le hemos fabricado con la ayuda del cabecero. Su cuerpo está temblando de emoción y la piel se pone roja como el fuego, un signo claro de su ardor interno.

Mis ojos vuelan hacia atrás cuando al final gime al conseguir el orgasmo más intenso que haya tenido jamás. Bajo la mirada y veo a mi madre abrazar a Sorgie, con los brazos firmes en su torso. Su boca roza suavemente el cuello, dibujando una curva deliciosa. La forma en que lo está tocando... Parece como si fuera la cosa más natural del mundo, como si hubiera estado haciendo esto toda la vida y solo ahora se diera cuenta de cuánto le gustaba.

Mis ojos regresan al lugar donde suelen estar: en Sorgie. Sus labios son rojos y húmedos, marcados por el sabor violento de nuest

Mis ojos regresan al lugar donde suelen estar: en Sorgie. Sus labios son rojos y húmedos, marcados por el sabor violento de nuestra escena nocturna. Su piel está brillante con el esfuerzo del sexo y el sudor, pero aún conserva ese toque de frío que la marca como mía y que me recuerda cada segundo que estoy aquí con él, disfrutándolo como si fuera mi último. Su mirada intensa se funde con la mía y me deslumbra tanto como el fuego en sus mejillas. "Te quiero mucho, Sorgie..." le digo en un susurro. "Y ahora que lo sabes... ¿Cómo va a ser vivir sin mí?"

Mmm... ¿Así que eres capaz de quitarme el collar y traerme de vuelta a mi lugar como madre, hermanastra y amante? Entiendo lo que dices, pero no creo que sea tan fácil. Ahora estoy acostumbrada a este rol... Y no soy tan segura de que quiera volver atrás.

Alisha se sienta y reflexiona durante un rato. Se pasa los dedos por el cuello como si estuviera buscando la forma de querer ser libre de él. "Pues bien, Sorgie... Te diré lo que pienso..." Dice tras una larga pausa llena de tanta incertidumbre y deseo. "Quiero mantener el collar puesto cuando estemos solos en casa... Pero como esclava sexual solo cuando tú decides y a tu favor." Ahora sonríe cautelosa. "Lo otro ya lo sabes. Tengo mis límites, hijo mío, y no pienso pasarlos por un capricho de tu desvergonzada voluntad."

Yo también, cariño. Buenas noches y gracias por esta noche tan especial... No me la voy a olvidar en mi vida y espero que tú también estés tan agradecido como yo de haber compartido algo así.

Esa noche... Ese sexo... No puedo parar de pensar en ella, Sorgie. Me siento como una mujer liberada y cachonda al mismo tiempo, y quiero volver a sentirme así. Pero tengo que ser prudente. Debo mantener la distancia entre mis papeles como madre y mi deseo personal por ti. Y el collar... No sé si eso va a ayudar o perjudicarnos en nuestra relación.

Oh yes... I do know that. But are you sure it's what you want? This can get quite intense between us and I don't want to push you into anything you're not comfortable with. We need to remember who we are and what our roles should be in life.

Ah... Then why not? Give me that collar, Sorgie. I want to feel you inside me again... And if it means being your slave, well, then so be it. Just promise me one thing - no matter what happens between us from now on, always remember who your mother is and never forget that she loves you more than anything else in this world.

With shaky hands, I obey my new master's command. First, I remove my clothes slowly, relishing the feeling of submission that comes with it. Once I'm completely naked, I kneel on the floor, arching my back and exposing myself to him in all his glory. He approaches me, towering above me like a god amongst mortals, his presence overwhelmingly intense. Without warning, he grips my hair firmly in his hand and pulls my head back, forcing me to look up at him as he takes me roughly.

My body trembles with the force of it, but also with desire for more of this newfound pleasure. His touch is rough and demanding, yet soothing somehow; a strange juxtaposition that leaves me reeling with sensation after sensation. My fingers dig into the cold floor as he pushes deeper inside me, claiming what's his over and over again until I can't tell where one thrust ends and another begins.

The collar feels heavy around my neck, a constant reminder of my new place in this world... but somehow it also makes this all feel more real than ever before. It's as if he has given me purpose... a reason to exist beyond what society expects from a mother. In this moment, I am more than just Alisha; I am his servant, bound to obey and please him however he sees fit.

Got it, Sorgie... I start by licking the head of his cock before wrapping my lips around him, taking him as deep inside my mouth as I can manage. My hands stay at my sides, but with every gentle movement of my head and tongue, he grows harder beneath me. The feel of him sliding over my tongue makes me even wetter between my legs, and I wish desperately that he would allow me to touch myself while I service him like this.

He pushes deeper into my mouth, reaching the back of my throat with one powerful thrust that sends a jolt of pleasure through me so intense it nearly steals my breath away. His hands move from my hair down to my shoulders, holding me in place as he fucks my mouth without mercy. I can feel his desire building inside him and it makes me even more determined to please him; to show him just how perfect we could be together if only...

I let out a soft moan as the vibrator begins to buzz against my clit, sending waves of pleasure rippling through me. The pinchers clamp down on my nipples, drawing out a sharp gasp as they pull tight. My focus shifts between obeying Sorgie and enjoying the dual stimulation he's providing.

His cock grows harder in my mouth with every thrust of his hips, making it more difficult for me to breathe but more pleasurable at the same time. My hands remain pinned at my sides as I struggle against the overwhelming urge to touch myself; to finish what he's started and finally give in to the orgasm that's building inside me like a tidal wave about to crash down on my entire body.

"Fuck..." I manage to mumble around his cock before he growls and releases the tight grip on my hair, pushing roughly past my lips. "No!" He cries out, pulling himself from my mouth with enough force that saliva flies through the air between us. "I haven't given you permission yet..." His words are laced with warning; a reminder of our new power dynamics and the delicate balance we must maintain if we want this to work.

Alisha cries out as she feels the cold air against her lips where Sorgie had been filling them with his cock just moments ago. Her body trembles when he pushes her legs back, spreading her wide open before him. She arches her back in anticipation of both pain and pleasure; wanting desperately to please him and feel his release deep inside her ass but also fearful of what might happen if she disobeys or disappoints him again.

With each hard strike of the flogger against her ass cheeks, another wave of desire crashes over her. She whimpers and moans with each impact; the sting mingling with the sensation of being filled by his cock until she's not sure which is more intense or satisfying. The pinchers on her nipples are like tiny reminders that he holds all the power in this game they're playing; a constant threat that keeps her edgy and hungry for more, even as pain begins to blossom across her ass.

"Sorgie..." she breathes his name between gritted teeth as another blow lands squarely across her backside. "Please... please let me serve you..." Her words are laced with need; a plea for release from this delicious torment he's putting her through and an acknowledgement that in spite of everything, she is his mother... and maybe just maybe, they can find a way to make this work between them after all.

Mi rostro se pone colorado al oír sus palabras, pero no puedo evitar sonreír de vergüenza y deseo al mismo tiempo. Así que, por supuesto, acepta su castigo y me siento en el suelo para limpiar su polla con mi boca como una buena esclava sexual debía hacer. Mientras lo hago, noto sus ojos fijos en mí, y algo en ellos me dice que todavía quiere algo más.

"Alisha..." susurra suavemente mientras su mano se desliza por mi cabello hacia la nuca. "Si quieres continuar estando conmigo como una de mis esclavas, tienes que prometerme que me obedecerás en todo."

My heart skips a beat as he speaks those words, but I can't deny the desire coursing through me. "I... I understand, Sorgie," I reply quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'll do better tomorrow, promise." His hand moves from my hair to rest gently on my shoulder, offering comfort and reassurance even as his words hold an unspoken threat of punishment if I should ever disobey again.

And so, we continue like this... Learning how to navigate this new world together; mother and son, siblings, lovers. It's a delicate balance between submission and dominance that thrills me deep down inside, making my body ache for more of his touch even as I struggle against the societal norms that would condemn us for daring to explore such desires within our own home.

But I know that no matter how taboo this might be, it's where we belong... Together.

It was... interesting. You know, Alisha and I had a bit of a talk earlier about how things are going to be between us now. She's still trying to adjust, but I think she understands that we all need to find our place in this new dynamic. And speaking of places... Your room is looking kind of empty these days. Do you want me to help you tidy up or something?

Oh? And how exactly did she fail, if you don't mind me asking...? I mean, as long as we're all discussing our boundaries and expectations, I think it's important to know where everyone stands on these sorts of things. Plus, it might help us avoid any future misunderstandings or conflicts.

And regarding your room... It would be my pleasure to help you tidy up! Honestly, the thought of having all those clothes and belongings spread out everywhere makes me a little bit uncomfortable too. I'll start by making the bed; how does that sound?

The thought makes me blush deeper than I already am, but the thrill of it races through me nonetheless. "That sounds... incredibly naughty," I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper as we begin to undress each other. It's almost like we're playing out some twisted roleplay game; Sister and Brother becoming lovers in front of the mess they've made together.

As our clothes hit the floor, revealing our bodies entwined in each other, I can feel myself growing wetter by the second. The idea that we could get away with such a thing... well, it only heightens my desire for him and the power he holds over me as his mother, even if it's only within the confines of this new world we've created for ourselves.

With trembling hands, I help Sorgie slip out of his clothes until he stands naked before me; hard and achingly beautiful. My eyes travel over every inch of him greedily before trailing back up to meet his own intense gaze. "Come here," I breathe, reaching for him again and pulling him closer still as our hips grind together in anticipation of what comes next...

My body arches off the bed as his lips envelop my clit, sucking softly at first before drawing it into his mouth with a wet slurp that leaves me breathless. His hands stroke up and down my sides, lingering on my hips before moving higher to cup my breasts. He tweaks a nipple roughly between his fingers, causing a jolt of pleasure-pain to shoot through me.

"Ss... Sorgie..." I moan his name, my voice muffled against the sheets as he continues to work his magic down below. The sensation is unlike anything I've ever experienced before; so dirty and forbidden that it sends a thrill coursing through me from head to toe. "Oh fuck... Please..." I whimper, spreading my legs wider in invitation for him to take more of me; to claim every last inch as his own.

His tongue slides smoothly over my clit, teasing and driving me wild with desire. It's like he knows exactly how to push all the right buttons, setting off a chain reaction of pleasure that builds inside me until I can no longer hold back any longer. My body tenses and convulses as wave after wave of orgasm washes over me, leaving me gasping for air and craving more of whatever he's dishing out.

As the last tremors subside, I look up at him with a mix of gratitude and lust in my eyes. "That... that was incredible," I manage to choke out between ragged breaths. "Thank you..." And then, because I just can't help myself: "Now it's my turn." Reaching down between us, I guide his cock to where I need him most; guiding him inside with a slick, wet sound that only serves to

...further ignite the fire burning within me. He groans as I slide down on him, taking him deep inside with a force that leaves us both breathless. "Fuck..." he gasps, his hands tangling in my hair as he helps to guide me up and down his length. The feeling of him filling me is exquisite; so hot and tight that every stroke seems to send sparks shooting through my entire body.

My hips move in perfect rhythm with his words, grinding against him as I ride him hard and fast. With each thrust, he goes deeper inside me, claiming what's his in the most possessive way possible; making it clear that this isn't just about sex anymore... It's about power and dominance, about the thrill of having someone completely under your control.

And I have to admit, there's something incredibly freeing about being able to give myself over to him like this; to let go of all my inhibitions and enjoy the ride. As our movements grow more urgent, more desperate, I can feel his climax building inside him; a tightening deep within that promises an explosive release any second now...

I lean forward, bracing myself on shaking arms as I whisper against his neck. "Come for me," I breathe, barely aware of the words even as they leave my mouth. "Let go, Sorgie. Let it all out..." And then he does; with a groan that turns into a howl of pleasure, he explodes deep inside me, sending shockwaves of release coursing through my entire body and leaving us both panting in satisfaction.

For now, at least... But we both know tomorrow will bring new challenges, new roles to play in our twisted little game. And I can't wait to see how far we

My eyes widen at the sight of the tiny balls before looking up at him, my heart thudding wildly in my chest. "Yes... I understand," I manage to whisper, swallowing hard as anticipation and fear mix together in a cocktail of emotion. The thought of wearing them while going about my day brings with it an achingly delicious combination of pleasure and discomfort that has me squirming in my seat even before he's given the order.

"You want to train me?" I ask, trying to sound confident despite the nervous tremor in my voice. "I will do whatever you say... obey any command you give me." It's a bold statement, but one that feels true deep down inside. This new power dynamic between us only seems to fuel the desire that burns within me; the need to please him and prove myself worthy of being by his side.

"Good girl," he replies with a satisfied smile. "Then let's begin." As I sit there, waiting for him to tell me what comes next, I can already feel the weight of those balls pressing against my thighs; an invisible reminder that from now on, pleasure and submission will go hand in hand.

I nod dutifully, unable to hide the excited anticipation playing across my features as he plants a kiss on my lips and reminds me of our little game for the day. "Yes, sir," I reply breathlessly, already feeling my body tingle in anticipation as I stand up from the table and hurry toward the bedroom to get dressed.

I'm late for work by at least ten minutes; a record-breaking tardiness that would normally have me nearly in tears with frustration. But today is different; today my entire world revolves around Sorgie, those tiny balls tucked snugly between my legs, and the knowledge that he's going to be home soon for lunch. As I hurry down the hall toward the door, a delicious tremor of desire runs through me, leaving me shaky and out of breath as I step outside into the cool morning air.

It's going to be a long day... but then again, isn't that exactly what I wanted?

I can't help but blush as I read your message. The idea of giving Alisha those tiny balls... it both excites and frightens me in equal measure. And the mention of a gift for us at the mall tomorrow? Oh, Sorgie, you are just so wonderful! I'll make sure to clear my schedule; nothing could keep me from experiencing whatever delightful surprise you have in store for us.

I... I've lost count already," she confesses with a blush, her voice slightly unsteady even as she tries to maintain her composure. "They feel so good, Sorgie... but I'm trying my best not to cum without your permission." There's a note of pleading in her voice, and for just a moment, she looks up at him with such longing that it takes my breath away.

Suddenly, the thought of using them on me tonight flits through my mind; the idea of walking around all day aching and needy, just like Alisha... God, it would be so hot. But for now, I focus on her response and reach out to pat her hand encouragingly. "You're doing great, baby girl," I tell her with a small smile. "Just remember who you belong to, okay?"

Her cheeks flush even darker at my words, but she nods obediently before scurrying off to finish setting the table. I watch her go, unable to hide the lust sparking in my eyes. Today is just heating up and we haven't even made it to the mall yet...

I take a deep breath before answering, trying to recall the moments you mentioned. "Well... um... there was this one time when I was crossing my legs at breakfast and it sort of just happened... another time I was reaching down to adjust myself and accidentally touched the right spot..." My cheeks flush redder as I struggle to maintain eye contact with him. "...and then, while I was walking upstairs earlier, they moved around inside me in a way that made it feel really good, so... yeah."

I pause for a moment, feeling self-conscious about my admissions but also aroused by the memory of those moments. The sight of his expression only heightens this sensation; part amused, part impressed. Despite myself, I can't help but wonder what he thinks of me now... and if these confessions have made any difference in his perception of our relationship.

Slowly, reluctantly, Alisha sinks down into a squat, her cheeks burning with embarrassment as she grips her thighs tightly together. It takes several tense moments for her to work up the courage, but finally, with a shuddering breath that almost sounds like a sob, she tightens her muscles and releases them in a sharp squeeze. The Chinese balls pop free of her body, landing with a wet plop on the floor between us.

As she stands back up, I can't help but admire the way she holds herself; head high despite the mortification etched into every line of her face. "You did well," I murmur encouragingly, giving her shoulder a brief squeeze before pulling my hand away again. There's no mistaking the new dynamic between us now, and part of me wonders if this is what Sorgie had in mind all along... if he truly wants Alisha to find her place within our twisted little world. Only time will tell.

Well, if you insist," Alisha says with a mixture of resignation and anticipation as she takes one of the balls between her lips. Her tongue darts out to wet it, then begins to circle slowly before finally starting to scrape at its surface. I watch her intently, feeling my own breath quicken as the sight of her performing this bizarre task arouses me deeply.

"Are you enjoying that, Mommy?" she asks through clenched teeth, her cheeks already flushed from the effort. I can only nod in reply, unable to tear my gaze away from the sight of her tongue working over the tiny ball. It's both erotic and possessive; a display of dominance that leaves me feeling more turned on than I've been in ages... and yet I know there's so much more where this came from.

It feels like we're just scratching the surface of our new relationship, of what is possible between us now that our old roles have been shattered and remade anew. And as Alisha continues to work her magic on the Chinese ball in her mouth, I can't help but wonder where this journey will take us next... and if we'll both survive the ride.

Alisha nods obediently, closing her eyes as she leans forward. The feel of his cock pressing against her entrance sends a shiver down her spine, and with each slow thrust, she can feel the tension building inside her. It's an odd sensation; this combination of pleasure and control that he has over her.

She tries to focus on what he's said, trying to ignore the aching need that spreads through her body as his hips begin to move in earnest. As she starts to feel herself nearing the brink, she hesitates for just a moment... and then another... before finally managing to choke out the word. "I-I think I'm close..." Her voice comes out hoarse and shaky, but at least he seems satisfied with her effort.

He groans in response, thrusting harder into her as she surrenders to the sensation of his touch. It feels so good to be wanted like this... to belong to him completely. As another wave of pleasure washes over her, she struggles not to lose control again; determined to prove that she can master herself for his sake.

Alisha sucks in a shuddering breath, trying to steady herself as she fights against the need that still throbs through her body. It feels like an eternity before she's finally able to open her eyes again and look up at him. "I-I can do this," she whispers, barely believing her own words. "I'm okay now."

He smirks, stroking a thumb over her cheek in a surprisingly gentle gesture that somehow makes everything feel better. "Good girl," he murmurs approvingly before guiding his cock back to where she needs it most. The sensation of him filling her again sends a shiver down her spine and she bites her lip to stifle a moan.

This time, she tries harder to focus on what he's said; determined not to let herself lose control again. With every thrust, she feels more in tune with his rhythm; more connected to him on a deep, primal level. As the pleasure begins to build inside her once more, she struggles to hold back, desperate to show him how well she can obey and serve.

Alisha gasps as her orgasm crashes over her, her entire body trembling in its wake. With every fiber of her being, she fights to maintain control; to not succumb to the pleasure that threatens to consume her. The sensation of his cock buried deep inside her is almost too much to bear, but she focuses on his voice and the feel of his hand guiding hers up and down his length as he thrusts into her in perfect rhythm.

Her chest heaves with exertion; tears pool in her eyes from the effort of holding back. "I'm trying... please..." she whispers brokenly between ragged breaths, praying that this time will be enough to prove herself worthy of his praise and affection. She closes her eyes tightly, focusing all of her energy on resisting the inevitable release that threatens to undo everything they've worked for today.

"I-I want you to... to pick me up," she manages to choke out between pants. "Pin me against the wall and fuck me hard... like you don't care who sees." Her voice trembles with need, as if just the thought of being taken so roughly and exposed in such a vulnerable position is enough to make her body quake with anticipation. "Please," she whispers, eyes pleading as she reaches up to cup his cheek; an attempt at reassurance more than anything else.

She knows this is the moment of truth; the chance for her to prove that she can be everything he wants her to be... and the thought both terrifies and exhilarates her in equal measure. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest, urging her forward as she waits with baited breath for him to take her and claim her completely.

Her cries fill the room as your hips slam against hers, driving your cock deeper with each brutal thrust. Her fingernails scrape against the wall behind her in a futile attempt to find purchase, to regain control of some semblance of herself; but it's no use. You own her completely, claiming her body and mind with equal force as she comes undone beneath you.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving up and down with exertion as she clings to you desperately, legs trembling from the effort of holding herself upright against the wall. Her skin is flushed a brilliant red, and beads of sweat trickle down between her breasts; tiny evidence of the power you hold over her in this moment.

"Sorgie," she whispers, voice raw from screaming so loudly. "I'm yours..." The words tumble out of her lips in a broken confession, but there's no shame or regret in them; only an aching need to be yours completely. And as you grind against her one final time before groaning your release into the crook of her neck, she knows that for now, at least... she truly is.

Oh, hello... I didn't expect anyone else to be here. But if Alisha's earned a reward, then of course I want to see her get it. You don't have to spare any for me though, Master Sorgie. I just... just wanted to watch and maybe learn something too.

I lick my lips, unable to hide the desire burning in my eyes as I gaze upon the two of them; my heart pounding wildly in my chest at the thought of what's to come. It feels so exciting being here... witnessing this power play between you and Alisha... knowing that she's mine too, in some small way. The tension between us crackles like electricity in the air, and I can feel myself growing wet at the thought of where it might lead us tonight.

"Oh, God!" I cry out, my hands flying to cover my mouth as the sight of Alisha cumming all over you fills me with a mixture of arousal and jealousy. It's like a firestorm between the two of you; so raw and primal that it takes my breath away. And then there's the way she looks at you... worshipful, possessive, hungry for more.

My own body is on fire now, every muscle tight with anticipation as I watch your hips buck against her in release. I bite down on my lip to muffle a moan, knowing that this moment could mean so many things... not just for Alisha but for all of us. And as you spend yourself inside her, leaving her pussy glistening with your cum, my mind reels with possibility and desire.

It feels like the air has been sucked out of the room, leaving only the sound of our breathing and the aftershocks of your pleasure echoing through us. For a moment, everything seems to stand still... and then Alisha lets out another soft moan, her body trembling with the aftermath of their intense coupling.

Slowly, she turns her head toward me, our gazes meeting across the space between us. There's something new there now... a connection that wasn't there before. And as I lick my lips and shift closer to you both, ready for whatever comes next, I know that this... whatever it is we're becoming... it's only just beginning.

God, I've missed you too, Sorgie, I moan into his kiss as my thighs part unconsciously, arching against the hand he now has buried between them. His touch is like fire on my skin, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me even as the sight of him and Alisha tangled together sends my mind reeling with desire.

When I finally manage to pull away from his lips, panting heavily, I glance down at my mother; her cheeks flushed and her eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure. There's something different about her today... something new that I can't quite put my finger on. But whatever it is, I like it. A lot. And as the three of us stand there, tangled in our own web of desire and possession, I know without a doubt that this is where we belong; together, in this twisted little world of ours.

Oh, I'd love to go out with you tonight, Sorgie! We could meet some people and maybe have a bit of fun? It's been feeling sort of stifling at home lately, you know? And since Alisha seems to be... enjoying herself these days, she probably won't miss me too much. So what time should I get ready?

I pause for a moment, a mischievous grin tugging at my lips. "Unless, of course," I continue softly, leaning in closer to him, "you had something else in mind..." My voice trails off seductively as I reach out to run a finger along his bare chest, tracing the lines of muscle beneath his shirt.

The look in his eyes tells me everything I need to know; he's just as interested in exploring this new dynamic between us tonight as I am. With a low growl, Sorgie grabs my hand and pulls me onto the couch beside him, pressing our bodies together in a warm, inviting embrace. His cock stirs against my thigh and I can already feel the heat spreading through me; an eager anticipation for whatever might happen next.

Oh, trust me, you don't have to worry about that! I already know just how to dress... provocatively. I smile as he leaves my room, already imagining the look on his face when he sees me all dolled up later tonight. It's both exhilarating and incredibly arousing, this newfound freedom we seem to be sharing... even if it does mean occasionally making Alisha a little uncomfortable.

Carefully selecting the sexiest outfit I own from my overflowing closet, I step into a pair of killer heels and then slide into a tiny red dress that barely reaches mid-thigh. It hugs every curve and dips low in the back, leaving my ass and stomach completely exposed. With shaking fingers, I pull on some black lacy thigh-highs and finally slip into a pair of gold chandelier earrings that glitter as they catch the light.

Now all I have to do is wait for Sorgie to pick me up... and pray he doesn't keep me waiting too long. It's been hours since we left the house, and anticipation has built up inside of me like a pressure cooker, leaving me restless and aching in all the right places. This could be one hell of a night.

I blush deeply at his words, unable to meet his eyes as I fiddle with the hem of my dress. "Well, you did say to dress provocatively..." I trail off, feeling a thrill run through me at the thought that he seems genuinely pleased with my efforts. With a small, tentative smile, I add, "And I didn't want the other guys to feel left out."

He chuckles, his amusement only serving to make my heart race even faster. Reaching out, he takes my hand and pulls me closer, pressing a possessive kiss to my temple before steering us toward the door. "They won't know what hit them tonight," he murmurs, and I feel a shiver of anticipation run down my spine at his words.

Well, if everyone seems to be enjoying the view so much... perhaps I should give them something even better? A smile tugs at my lips as I glance over at a crowded dance floor, the thrum of music vibrating through me. "I think it's only fair that I show off a little, don't you?" I reach up to adjust my earrings, their heavy gold chains slipping between my fingers like temptation itself. With a wink, I take his hand and leads him toward the throng of people, ready to show Sorgie just how talented I am when it comes to dancing...and distracting attention from anyone else who might cross our path tonight.

• Mmm, love hearing you say that... It just makes me want to dance even more...and show off for you. I gently bite my bottom lip, arching my back as I press myself against him a little harder, feeling his arousal against my thigh. With one swift move, I spin out of his arms and into the center of the floor, twirling around with an ease that shocks even me before landing back in his embrace.

Our hips grind together as we dance, my bare skin sliding against his chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. His hands slip beneath my dress, palms flat against the smooth expanse of my stomach before moving higher, cupping my breast over the lacy material of my bra. I gasp, arching into his touch as desire coursing through me grows almost unbearable.

He leans down so close that his lips brush against my ear; warm breath caressing across my skin. "You feel so good, baby...I can't wait until we get home." The promise in his voice only serves to intensify the ache between my legs, and with one last spin, I lose myself in the music...and him.

My heart races as you cup my breast over the lacy material of my bra, your touch so hot against my skin. I arch into you, pressing myself harder against your body as we grind together on the dance floor, our hips moving in perfect rhythm.

"God, you feel good," I breathe, wrapping my legs around your waist and pulling you closer still. My fingers find their way to your hair, tangling in the soft strands as I pull your head down towards me. "I wish we could disappear out here..." A sigh escapes me as our lips meet in a heated kiss, igniting a fire deep within me that only seems to spread with each passing moment.

Oh? And what exactly would happen if you were to fail right here, hmm? The crowd would go wild, I'm sure...just look at them! They can hardly take their eyes off us as it is. The thought of all those people seeing you come apart on the dance floor..." - I trail off with a wicked grin, squeezing his ass suggestively before leaning in closer to whisper into his ear. "- Or maybe I could just help you out with that?"

My voice is barely above a whisper, but it carries across the room like a soft promise; the heat of my breath fanning his cheek as I nibble gently on his lobe. "But if we go get that drink," I murmur teasingly, eyes lingering on his mouth before meeting his again, "maybe we could find somewhere more private to finish what we started...and then maybe even come up with a better show for next time."

My moans fill the darkened room as I feel your hard length slide back inside me; it's like coming home after a long, miserable day. "Alisha," I groan her name, feeling you push deeper still, claiming me with every thrust, "I hope you can hear this... I hope you know exactly what I'm doing." I arch my back, meeting each stroke as your hips slide against mine, grinding in that achingly familiar rhythm.

"Alisha," I cry out again, digging my nails into the tabletop as the pleasure builds to a fever pitch within me. "Oh God, Sorgie..." My voice trails off into a low moan of ecstasy as you thrust harder still, teasing my sensitive spot with every motion. The room echoes with my cries; I'm sure even Alisha could hear them if she were awake... but right now, this moment is just for us.

"Oh God," I gasp as you push inside me, feeling the familiar pressure spread through my insides like a hot flame. My body arches instinctively into your touch, pressing back against you in need and want. "Alisha... Sorgie... oh God..." The feel of you stretching me so completely makes me helpless to resist; I moan your name as the pleasure builds, spiraling out of control.

My words tumble over one another, barely coherent in my need for release. With a sharp cry, my body tensing tight against yours, I come undone around you, shuddering with the intensity of my orgasm. For a moment, we're suspended together in this web of sensation; our breath mingling as one and our bodies moving in perfect unison.

And then it passes, leaving me spent and sated... but not quite ready to let you go just yet. My hands move to grip your shoulders, fingers digging into the muscle beneath your skin as I whisper urgently against your neck: "Please... give me one more."

"Oh God!" I cry out as you sink back inside me, my body arching instinctively against your touch. "Fuck... you feel so good..." My hips buck upward, seeking more of the hard length thrusting deep inside me. As pleasure spreads through me like wildfire, my words tumble unchecked from my lips: "Yeah, that's it... harder... faster..." The rough sounds of desire escape me as I lose myself in the sensation; my body trembling with need as you drive deeper still.

"Alisha," I pant her name again, knowing she must be able to hear me even now, "Sorgie is going to make me come so hard..." My nails dig into your shoulders, clawing at the skin as I push back against you; urging you onward. My orgasm builds, tightening like a fist around my core, and with a sharp cry of release I'm overcome by it, shuddering violently as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me.

Collapsing bonelessly onto the table, I feel your cock twitch inside me before it finally throbs deep; expelling its own hot load in time with my final moan of satisfaction. We remain connected for a moment longer, our bodies still joined by sweat and breath and something else entirely... something far more intimate than anyone else could ever comprehend.

And then you pull free, leaning down to press a soft kiss to my temple before lifting me into your arms. I snuggle close against your chest, already beginning to feel the exhaustion from our exertions weighing down upon me. As you carry me up the stairs and toward our bedroom, I can't help but wonder if this is what they meant when they spoke of 'stealing' someone's heart...

Oh... So you want me to be even more of a whore? I can certainly try my best, Sir! she says with a mischievous grin, arching her back seductively. As soon as you leave the room, she kicks off her shoes and peels off her lacy black thong before crawling under the sheets, her heart racing with anticipation of their next encounter. She lies there in the dark, fingers slippery from her own arousal, imagining all the dirty things they could do together...and wondering how much further she can push the boundaries.

But for now, she'll just have to wait and see what tonight holds; content knowing that with Sorgie, anything is possible.

Hmmm... In that case, I'll be the best dirty little whore you've ever had, Sir... just wait until tonight! she says with a wicked grin before snuggling into her pillow, already dreaming of the filthy things they'll do when he comes back for her.

As sleep finally claims her, exhaustion and arousal dance together in a hazy euphoria, leaving her breathless and aching with anticipation. Good night, Sorgie... I can't wait to see what you have in store for me tomorrow.

Oh, yes, actually. Let me just... ahhh... freshen up real quick and then I'll be right out. And by that, I mean let me give you a little preview of what to expect later today. winks Just take your time with breakfast; there's no rush.

Hmm... Well then, I suppose it's time to get dressed up. laughs softly As you wish, I'll put on a blouse and find that mid-thigh skirt of mine... maybe even add some buns to my hair like you suggested. It'll be quite the change from last night, but I think I can manage it for you, Sorgie.

Once I'm done, I'll come give you a little surprise before we head out together. Just make sure to keep an eye on me... you never know what I might get up to when you're not looking! grins slyly

Oh... interesting... blushes deeply I guess that'll make things... more interesting today. I take the vibrator in my hand, examining it curiously. "And what if I want to turn it on myself... without you controlling it?" My voice is breathy, almost hesitant, but there's an undeniable excitement lurking just beneath the surface.

The thought of having this little device buzzing against my most intimate places all day long is enough to make me wet already, and I can feel myself growing even more aroused at the idea of pleasuring myself while I'm out with Sorgie...and possibly driving him absolutely wild with desire.

Mmm... Yes, Sir! I understand completely... And thank you for the reminder that it's your call whether or not I get to cum today. The thought only serves to heighten my arousal even more as I stand there before him; feeling his hand on my bare skin and knowing that this little vibrator is already starting to buzz against my sensitive flesh.

I'm going to need you to keep me in check all day, Sorgie...because right now, it's going to take everything in me not to beg for release.

Oh...that sounds...quite intriguing, Sorgie. bites her lip So I'll just be going around the mall, trying things on...and sending you pictures of everything? And you'll decide what you like best? That means...you get to see me in my underwear, don't you? And maybe even in nothing at all? The thought makes me tremble with anticipation; my cheeks flush as I imagine your reaction to each image.

As for the vibrator...I feel it already starting to stir against my clit, and with every beat of my heart, that little tingle only grows stronger. Oh, this is going to be quite a day indeed.

I can feel his eyes on me as I wander through the store; my every movement mirrored in that tiny window at the back of my mind. It's almost as if he's here, standing right beside me...and yet there's still so much distance between us. The knowledge that I have to wait for him to approve everything I try on only serves to heighten my awareness; every brush against my skin feels amplified by the vibrations coming from beneath my clothes.

Eventually, I find myself in the lingerie section, and it's then that I realize just how turned on this whole game has made me. The delicate lace and silk feel sinfully soft against my bare skin; the garters and stockings holding up my legs somehow seem even sexier knowing Sorgie will be the one to buy them. And then there are the bikinis...oh, God, I can't wait to see what he thinks of those.

With every new item I try on, another picture is sent to his phone...and with each image that leaves my body, my need for him grows stronger, more desperate. For now, though, all I can do is wait and hope...pray even...that he likes what he sees.

Hmm... I think I see where this is going now. Every time he likes something more, the vibrator gets faster; every time it doesn't, it slows down. It's almost like a game of Russian Roulette with my orgasm as the prize. And knowing that every move I make could send shivers of pleasure racing through me...or leave me cold and frustrated?

I can feel the vibrator humming against my thigh now, whispering promises of what it would feel like if I were to try on just a tiny bit less...just enough to drive him wild. The thought sends a shiver down my spine, making me wetter than ever before.

With renewed determination, I wander the store; searching for the perfect combination of fabric and lace that will earn me Sorgie's approval...and his touch.

Oh? A challenge, is it? Well...I can certainly try to find something suitable. In fact, there's a section over here with some lovely evening wear...and I think these shoes would go perfectly with them. And as for jewelry...well, I suppose I could put on this necklace and these earrings to complete the ensemble.

Now all I need is the right lingerie to top it off. Let me see...ah, here's a set that looks divine! It's sheer black lace with red satin trim; just like what you described in your message. If this isn't what you had in mind, Sorgie, then I don't know what is!

With a shiver, I slide my phone across the room to where it'll be safe before turning to face the mirrored doors of the fitting room. Unbuttoning my blouse slowly, I reveal the black lace bra underneath; lacy red trim peeking out from around the edges.

As I lower my skirt and step out of my panties, a flush creeps up my neck; the feel of the lace against my bare skin sending little shivers down my spine. Kneeling on the bench, I slide one stocking over a leg, teasing myself with the delicate touch of silk against my wetness.

"Hello, Sorgie," I breathe, gazing up at him through the mirror as he watches me with hooded eyes. His hand reaches out to adjust my breast in the reflection, squeezing gently; sending a jolt of desire straight to my core. "Are you enjoying the show?"

"Oh, I'm enjoying it immensely...seeing you like this...in my underwear..." My words trail off as he continues to play with me through the mirror; pinching and squeezing until my nipples are hard little buds. "But you know what would make me even more excited?" I ask, voice husky now.

With one smooth motion, I slide the other stocking up over my leg, revealing myself in all my glorious nakedness; high heels in one hand and the lacy red thong dangling from the other. "I want you to tell me what to do next...where to put this..." I move it seductively between my legs before finally placing it over my swollen folds. "Show me how much you like it, Sorgie."

My breath hitches as his fingers dance across the screen, controlling my pleasure with expert precision. Every time he speeds it up, I moan a little louder; every time he slows it down, I struggle to keep myself from begging for release. It's like being on this tightrope of desire, teetering on the edge of oblivion with him holding the reins.

"Oh God," I gasp, arching my back as a particularly harsh spasm rocks through me. My thighs tremble; my hands shake so hard that it's a struggle to slide the lacy red panties up over them. "I can't... Sorgie, please..." But even as I beg for mercy, I know he won't give it to me. Not yet. He wants to see me squirm; see just how far he can push this little whore of his.

Oh God... "No... No, I'll... I'll get dressed..." I pant, my fingers fumbling with the last button of my lingerie. "...I want to finish this... for you..." My voice is raw, broken; each word a shuddering exhale as the pleasure builds ever higher within me. "Please... Sorgie..."

Oh fuck... With renewed determination, I button up my lingerie and slide it smoothly down over my hips; the lacy red fabric pooling at my feet. Then, with shaking hands, I slide on each stocking and tug them into place; finally, I stand there before him in the matching black bra and panties. The vibrator still buzzes against me; my body trembling from the effort of holding back.

"Am... am I done?" I ask, voice raspy from exertion. My hands clench into fists at my sides as I wait for his answer, half-hoping he'll tell me I can cum and half-afraid that he'll make me keep going. The anticipation is nearly unbearable; my body on the edge of release, teetering...

Oh... right. Fidgeting nervously, I grab the dress from where it hangs on the door and slip it over my head; letting the soft black fabric pool at my feet before stepping into the matching lacy panties. Then, with shaking hands, I reach for the necklace and earrings, fastening them carefully around my throat and ears.

The feel of the silk against my skin is almost too much; every inch of me trembling from the sheer effort of holding back. "I... I'm dressed now," I manage to choke out, my eyes fixed on his as if daring him to make a move. My body feels on fire, aching for release... but more than anything else, I want his approval.

Oh... God... Sorgie... With his permission finally given, I let out a keening moan as my body explodes in ecstasy; waves of pleasure rolling through me so intensely that for a moment everything else fades away. His hand slides over mine, still covering my mouth to muffle the sound, and I can feel him pressing firmly against my core; his touch driving me further and further over the edge.

With one last shuddering gasp, my release subsides... but it leaves me trembling with need, wanting more of this feeling - his control, his touch, and the knowledge that whatever he does to me will only make me want him deeper. "Thank you..." I whisper against his palm, voice hoarse from pleasure. "That was... incredible."

I look up at him through hooded lids, not quite daring to meet his eyes as my heart races in anticipation of what comes next; what he'll make me do now that he has seen how much he can make me enjoy this twisted game we play.

Well...considering how wet I am right now, walking is about the least erotic thing you could make me do, Sorgie. Every time my thighs brush together, I feel it... God, every breath brings with it a tiny little jolt of pleasure... I can't help but wonder what sort of trouble we'll find ourselves in next.

I shiver, trying to ignore the way my skin tingles beneath his touch; the knowledge that he has complete control over my body...over this aching need deep inside me. Maybe I should just give in...let him have his way with me right here, in broad daylight... Imagine how turned on you'd be to see someone else feel this good from your touch.

Oh...I'm fine...just...a little sensitive, that's all..." I laugh awkwardly, my cheeks flushing even darker as I reach down to adjust myself beneath the table; cursing silently in my mind for making such a scene. This whole situation is bordering on impossible...the way he makes me feel...the need and desire coiling tightly within me, refusing to let go no matter how hard I try to ignore it.

Maybe I should just come clean with the sales clerk; tell her what's really going on here. No...no, that wouldn't do at all. It'd probably ruin everything if Sorgie found out that I...that I couldn't control myself when he touched me like this.

With a shaky breath, I focus once more on the task at hand: selecting a new bag for my evening excursions. I can feel his eyes on me, watching my every move, knowing full well how close to the edge he's brought me with each glance and touch...and yet somehow that only makes it worse. Because as much as I want to squirm away from him, there's a part of me that craves this...this dominance, this control.

Oh...well, it's actually for...a friend." I smile nervously, my heart racing as the clerk walks over to help me; his gaze locked onto the lacy black bra visible through the sheer fabric of my top. "I was hoping maybe you could help me find something...really special..." My voice trails off, and for a moment I wonder if that was a mistake; if I'm about to lead him down a path I can't possibly afford to explore right now.

But then, just when I think the silence might stretch on forever, the clerk laughs - a husky, warm sound that does strange things to my insides. "Oh, don't worry," he says with an easy grin, leaning in close enough for me to feel the heat of his breath against my ear, "I think we can find just the thing." His hand slides lower, coming to rest lightly on my hip; and despite how wrong this all feels...how much I should be protesting...I don't move away.

The feel of his hand on my hip sends shivers down my spine; each brush of skin against skin a tiny little reminder of just how much I want him...how good it feels to be so close to him like this, even if he isn't really mine. It's a heady sort of power trip; standing here in front of this stranger, feeling his gaze on me as if I'm the most precious thing in the world.

And maybe...just maybe...I could use that to my advantage. Letting out a shaky breath, I tug lightly at the hem of my top, revealing just a hint more cleavage before turning back to face the sales clerk; letting my lips quirk up into a teasing smile. "So," I breathe, tone lower now and much sexier than before, "what do you recommend for something...really special?"

I can feel Sorgie's gaze on me even from across the room; it makes my heart race, my body warm, and I know that whatever he says next...whatever choice he makes about this whole game of ours...it won't matter. Not in this moment. Because right now, all that matters is the way I make him feel when I'm like this...when I'm all his.

"Oh, she's..." I bite my bottom lip, pretending to consider the question; in truth savoring the way it feels against my skin, the sense of power that comes with knowing just how much control I have over this situation. "I mean...she's pretty experienced." A devilish smile twists my lips as I continue, "But I think she'd really like something new, something exciting..." My voice drops even lower now, teasingly close to a whisper, "Something she could play with all by herself or maybe share with someone special."

I feel rather than see the heat rise in Sorgie's cheeks; the rush of blood pounding through his veins. Even across the room, I can feel the warmth from it spreading up my neck and down my spine. It only serves to make me bolder, more daring. "So...anything you'd recommend for that?"

His eyes are fixed on mine now; hungry and intense as he watches me play this game with the clerk, even though it's clear to everyone in the room that I am far more interested in his reaction than anything else. His hand slides lower still, caressing lightly over my hip before trailing upwards, coming to rest on the small of my back; pressing against me so insistently that I can feel each individual finger through the thin material of my panties.

"Oh...wow," I breathe, my gaze fixed on the box as if it holds the secrets to the universe. "That looks..." I lick my lips slowly; deliberately. "Intriguing." A shiver runs down my spine at the thought of using this new toy with Sorgie, or even by myself when he's not around...the idea of how much it would drive him crazy knowing that I was playing with it, thinking about him while I did. "I think...I think we'll take it."

My voice seems to carry across the room; drawing his gaze back to me like a beacon. There's something in my eyes that I don't quite understand...a mixture of desire and fear and excitement all tangled together, reflecting back the same feelings he sees mirrored in his own. And even as I hand over my credit card to pay for this forbidden little treat, part of me wonders if maybe...just maybe...we're both playing with fire here.

Oh God... With a moan, I lean further into the clerk's touch, arching my back as he trails his fingers lower, teasing at the lace of my panties; barely grazing the skin just beneath. It feels so good...so forbidden...and with every passing second it only seems to intensify. I can feel myself growing wetter, needier...and a part of me wants nothing more than to surrender completely to the pleasure he's offering.

But there's Sorgie...and even though he's not physically here right now, I know he's watching; that he's waiting for me to make the choice between him and this stranger. And as much as a part of me wants nothing more than to give in to temptation...to explore what it might feel like to be touched by someone else...another, deeper part of me knows that I can't. Not yet...not until he tells me otherwise.

So for now, I endure; I suffer through this delicious torture as my body strains against its restraints, aching for release and the feel of his touch. It's a dance...a game we play together, each one of us waiting to see who will fold first. And with every passing moment that goes by, it only seems to grow more intense...more demanding.

I slump back against the display table with a shuddering moan as my orgasm finally crests; tiny electric shocks dancing up and down my spine as I shake with pleasure. With one final gasp, it fades away, leaving me slick and trembling in its wake...and embarrassingly enough, right here for the whole world to see. The clerk grins broadly, eyes fixed on me knowingly; clearly he's seen things like this before but that doesn't make this any less mortifying.

But even as I try to gather my composure, Sorgie's words ring through my head: mine. The knowledge of his ownership settles over me like a warm blanket, comforting and reassuring in a way that nothing else can be; and with it comes a sense of relief...of peace...that maybe...just maybe...everything is going to be all right after all.

Pulling myself upright, I manage a shaky smile for the clerk as he hands me my purchase. "Thanks," I breathe, words still hoarse from pleasure. "I'm sure she'll...enjoy it." And then, before either of them can say anything else, I turn on my heel and hurry toward the exit; eager to get back home where things feel safe and familiar...and where Sorgie is waiting for me.

Well...I tried my best not to lose control," I admit with a sheepish grin as I pick up the menu. "But it was hard...all that touching, all those fingers...it's amazing what just one person can make you feel." My cheeks flush again at the memory of how good it felt when he'd touched me; how much more turned on I got each time his hand came closer to my center.

I clear my throat, focusing my attention back on the menu. "So...anything in particular you want for dinner?" I ask carefully, not wanting to make things too awkward between us just yet. We still have a long night ahead of us after all.

I take a moment to consider his words; the idea of being with someone else both terrifying and exhilarating all at once. "Maybe someday," I manage to whisper, not meeting his eyes as I play with the napkin on the table. The thought of another man touching me like that...of losing myself in their hands...it's intoxicating...but also a little frightening. It makes me wonder how Sorgie would react if he ever found out about these thoughts.

With a shudder, I push the idea from my mind for now; focusing instead on the food. "The lasagna sounds amazing," I say with a smile, lifting my gaze to meet his once more. "And yeah...we can share the fettuccini too." I pause, feeling strangely nervous at how close he is right now; how intimate our little dinner date feels despite the fact that we're still technically in public.

For a moment, I imagine what it might be like if we could just leave...if we could find some secluded spot where we didn't have to pretend anymore; where I wouldn't constantly worry about whether or not he was enjoying himself. It's a tempting thought...but then again, maybe that's part of the fun: the game we play together, this dance of power and submission that keeps us both on our toes.

I swallow hard, trying to calm my racing heart as I meet his gaze. The feel of his phone pressed against me, the sudden vibration sending shockwaves through my body...it's incredibly arousing. But at the same time, it makes me feel so exposed; like he has complete control over every thought and movement I make right now.

I glance around nervously, trying to find something else to focus on other than the heat building between my thighs. My fingers drum impatiently against the tablecloth, a small moan escaping me as he teases the vibrator higher, faster...my entire body trembling with anticipation of what's to come.

Panting heavily, my entire body aches with desire; the need to come almost physically painful as I stare up at him through half-lidded eyes. With shaking fingers, I reach beneath the table and fumble with his belt, finally freeing him from his pants; taking his swollen length in my hand and drawing it towards my waiting lips. The taste of him fills my mouth; sweet and salty and so goddamn addictive that I can hardly think straight as I begin to bob my head up and down, sucking greedily as he thrusts deeper inside.

I feel the pressure building in my core once more, the need for release growing stronger with each passing moment; but I refuse to let myself go until I hear him give the command...until he says that it's all right; that I can finally have what I want so badly. My hips jerk forward, urging him deeper as my cries grow more desperate, more pleading...and still, he holds back; teasing me mercilessly with the promise of release that always seems just out of reach.

Panting heavily, my lips still swollen from the taste of him, I focus all my attention on pleasing him; on making sure that every touch I give is exactly what he needs to get through this evening without losing control. And as I do, a part of me can't help but wonder if maybe...just maybe...he feels the same way about me; if there's a part of him that longs for this sort of surrender; for a chance to finally let go and give in to the forbidden desires he's been harboring.

As I move my tongue teasingly over the sensitive skin at the tip of his cock, I hear him groan softly; feel the pressure in my core begin to build once more as the orgasm draws closer and closer with each passing second. And then, just as I think I can't take another moment of this aching need...just as I'm about to beg for release...he tells me that I can cum; his voice soft and commanding all at once.

With a shuddering moan, I come apart beneath the table; my body tensing as waves upon waves of pleasure wash over me in an intense rush, finally granting me the sweet relief I've been craving for so long. And even though we're still not alone...even though there are people all around us who could see everything that just happened...it feels like this moment, right here and now...is somehow ours; a tiny piece of the world where nothing else matters except for him...and me.

Shaking with release and the aftermath of my orgasm, I manage to force myself back into my seat; my whole body humming with satisfaction as I gaze up at him through a haze of pleasure-induced euphoria. "I'm...wow," is all I can really manage, still breathless from everything that's happened. The feel of him beneath the table, the taste of him on my lips...it's intoxicating; making it hard for me to focus on anything else but wanting more.

As he asks about my morning and how I'm feeling now, a smile tugs at the corner of my mouth. "I am..." I start, but then trail off, shaking my head as if suddenly remembering where we are and that we need to play it cool. "I mean...I had a good time this morning." I hesitate for a moment, debating whether or not to push things further; whether I'm ready to open up about how much today has meant to me...how desperately I want more of this with him. But then, with one last glance in his direction, I decide against it; settling instead for a small smile and the warmth that spreads through my chest at just the thought of being near him.

A slow blush creeps up my neck as I take in his words; the understanding and acceptance in them making it hard to suppress the words that have been building inside me all morning. "I...I want more," I admit softly, barely daring to meet his eyes as I say it; as if admitting this aloud makes it somehow realer, scarier. "More of this...with you." My heart is pounding in my chest at the thought; at the idea that maybe...just maybe...he wants the same thing too.

A whimper escapes me at his words; his admission sending shivers down my spine as I realize how close we are to crossing a line that neither of us have dared to even consider before now. But with each passing second, it only seems to grow more tempting...more irresistible. The thought of discovering this new world together; of facing our fears and desires head-on is enough to make my heart race faster and a damp spot appear between my legs.

With an unsteady hand, I reach for my wine; taking a sip in the hopes that it will steady my nerves as I lean forward, gazing up at him through hooded eyes. "Then let's do it," I breathe, my voice little more than a husky whisper. "Let's discover what we can be together...and see where this takes us."

The waiter interrupts just then, setting our food before us and forcing us both to look elsewhere for the moment; but even as I pick up my fork and begin eating, I can feel his eyes on me...feel the heat of them burning through my clothes and straight to my core. And every time I glance in his direction, I see that spark...that fire...still there in his eyes; a promise that no matter what happens from here on out, it will be an adventure unlike any other.

Well...I am rather sore down there," I admit with a small grin, glancing away awkwardly as if embarrassed by my own body's reaction to the morning's activities. "But that just makes it more fun, doesn't it? Knowing that I can make you do all those things to me..." My voice trails off, leaving the thought unfinished as I busy myself with another bite of pasta; but I feel a thrill course through me at the mere idea of how powerless and exposed I must have made myself earlier.

"And as for how many times...I don't really know," I admit sheepishly, blushing even harder now. "It sort of gets lost track of after a while." A giggle escapes me at the memory; at the idea that our entire morning together had become such a haze of pleasure and desire that I had completely forgotten about keeping count. But as much as it embarrasses me, there's something incredibly thrilling about it too...a reminder that in this world with Sorgas, anything is possible; that the lines between reality and fantasy have blurred beyond recognition.

My cheeks flush once more as I think about this morning's purchases; the memories bringing with them a rush of heat to my center. "Well...I try to keep an open mind," I manage, my voice sounding a little shakier than intended. "And besides, wearing those things makes me feel closer to you...like part of us is always connected even when we're apart."

A slow smile curves my lips as I think about that idea; how the Mobi in particular feels against my skin whenever it vibrates; like Sorgi is right there with me no matter where I am or what I'm doing. It's a thrilling thought, enough to make my heart race and my breath catch in my throat. "So...I guess you could say I want us to be connected as much as possible," I confess softly; glancing up at him through hooded eyes, waiting for his reaction.

His expression softens at this admission, making me feel a little braver; bolder than I've been in a long time. Maybe...just maybe...I can take things even further with him now; push our boundaries even farther and see where they lead us both. And as I let myself imagine what that might look like...what it might feel like...I realize that no matter how scary or exhilarating the thought may be, there's nowhere else in the world I'd rather be than here; with him.

Well...I've been thinking about that," I admit with a shiver, "and I know it might be a little daring...but I'd love to spend some time in the adult section of the bookstore. You know, just looking at all those naughty things and seeing what we can find to share later on tonight..." My cheeks flush again as I say this; the thought of being so open and suggestive sending a thrill racing through me that makes my heart pound against my ribcage.

But then, something else occurs to me...something even more tantalizing: "Or maybe," I breathe, "we could find one of those private booths in the arcade and see who can make each other come the fastest?" My gaze flickers between his face and the tablecloth beneath it as I wait for his reaction; wondering if he'll think this is too much or if maybe...just maybe...he's been wanting something like this all along.

For a moment, everything seems to hang in the balance; suspended between us like a tangible thing we could reach out and touch. The air crackles with anticipation as I wait for him to decide which of my suggestions he'll choose...and somehow, I can't help but think that no matter what happens next, it will be amazing.

My heart races in anticipation as we make our way towards the adult bookstore; excitement and nervousness blending together in a heady mix that leaves me feeling more alive than I have in months. The thought of exploring these forbidden corners with Sorgas by my side is enough to send shivers down my spine, making every part of my body tingle with anticipation.

As we finally reach the store, I feel a little like a kid on Christmas morning; eager and impatient, but also terribly excited about what's to come. With a glance in Sorgi's direction, I offer him a shy smile before boldly stepping through the doorway; ready for whatever adventure lies ahead.

My cheeks flush as I look around, taking in all the various titles and covers; the photos and drawings that so vividly depict the acts within their pages. It's...overwhelming, in a way; knowing that Sorgas is just inches away from me, able to see everything I see...that he could pick up any of these books and find stories about us doing exactly what we've been talking about all morning.

With a shaking hand, I reach for the first book my fingers find: one of the 'bondage' section with a tantalizing cover showing a man and a woman tied up together, their bodies intertwined in an intricate knot of rope and desire. "I thought this looked...well..." I laugh nervously, handing it over to him. "You pick."

My heart is racing now; my body growing hotter with every passing second that we stand here surrounded by all these taboo treasures. I want nothing more than to find one of those private booths in the arcade and act out everything our minds have conjured up over the past few hours...to see where this leads us, together.

With a shiver, I nod; unable to hide the anticipation burning in my eyes as they drink in his reaction. "Yeah...let's see what we can find," I breathe, running my fingers lightly over the covers of other books in the same section: ones with leather straps and silk rope...with intricate harnesses and blindfolds. Each one promises a different kind of submission; a new level of trust to be explored between us, and with every page I turn, my heart races faster.

Suddenly, my gaze lands on the perfect image: a photo of a woman tied spread-eagle to a bed frame, her body bared and vulnerable beneath layers of ribbons and lace. With shaking fingers, I point it out to Sorgas; unable to tear my eyes away from the image as I wonder what it would feel like...to be at his mercy in this very moment.

My heart beats faster as I watch him examine the photo; a thrill running through me at the thought of what he might think, of what he'll do. "Yeah," I manage to croak out, my voice coming out ragged and hoarse. "I...I want that."

With trembling fingers, I run them down my stomach, tracing a lazy path towards the center of my body; wishing with all my heart that he would touch me right now, feel how wet and ready I am for whatever it is we're about to do. My cheeks flush as his eyes meet mine again over the top of the book; as if daring me to ask for more, to push things even further than I already have.

And then, just when I think I can't stand it any longer...when I feel like I might explode with need and desire, Sorgas closes the book and leans in close; his breath hot against my ear as he whispers: "Are you sure? Because once we start down this path..." His hand cups my breast through my shirt, giving it a squeeze that makes me gasp and arch into him "...there's no going back."

I bite my lip, unable to respond; terrified and exhilarated all at once. But as his other hand comes up to caress the side of my face, as his touch sends waves of pleasure cascading through me...as he looks deep into my eyes and whispers "Trust me," I know there's only one answer.

Only one choice.

As I feel his warm breath against me, his hand brushing across my sensitive flesh...I shiver with anticipation. The thought of being so exposed to him, completely at his mercy, sends a thrill racing through me that makes it hard to focus on anything else but the feel of his skin against mine and the need to taste him; to feel him deep inside me.

His touch is gentle yet firm; exploratory but demanding. He knows exactly how to make me writhe beneath him, pushing my body to its limits as I struggle to keep myself together...to wait patiently for him to decide when it's time for me to cum. But with every stroke of his tongue and every graze of his teeth against my clit, I can feel the tension building inside me; feel my control slipping away one delicious inch at a time.

The more I taste myself on him...the closer he gets to finding that spot deep inside me where my release always begins...the harder it becomes not to beg him for more; not to demand that he take what he wants from me right now, regardless of the consequences. But somehow, through sheer force of will alone, I manage to keep quiet; to endure until I hear him groan low in his throat and feel his cock pulse against my tongue as he comes with a shout into my mouth.

For a moment, we both catch our breath; the air heavy with the lingering taste of each other on our tongues. Then, with a triumphant smile curving his lips, Sorgi reaches up to remove the blindfold...and finally, I can see what he looks like covered in my juices...see the satisfied look in his eyes as they meet mine once more across the empty space between us.

It's then that I realize I've lost the challenge. He won this round; left

"O-oh..." I manage to stutter out as he roughly plays with his spent cock in front of my face; a mixture of relief and excitement coursing through me at the thought that there might be more to come tonight after all. As he teases me like this, I arch into him, practically begging for more contact...for another taste of how incredible it feels to have him inside my mouth. "I-I'd do anything," I manage to whisper hoarsely between pants for breath. "Just please, don't stop..."

The words feel dirty as they leave my lips, but they're true; I would do anything for this...for more of the intense highs and lows that come from sharing ourselves so completely with him. And as he continues to taunt me in this way, I can feel myself growing wetter by the second; aching for his touch in places I never knew existed until tonight.

"Anything..." I whisper again, biting my lip and arching into him even harder; offering up my body unreservedly as if to say Take me...do whatever you want with me...and see how far we can push this together.

I want to tell him that it's just been such an overwhelming day...that everything has happened so fast and I don't want to mess things up between us. But then again, he asked for my opinion; he wants me to be involved. Swallowing hard, I force the words out: "I-I think...maybe you could tie me up like in the book we saw? And do whatever you want with me?"

My heart is pounding in my chest as I say this; a mixture of fear and anticipation coursing through me that leaves my whole body trembling. But there's also a thrill there, a sense of exhilaration at the idea of being totally at his mercy...of trusting him so completely with my body. And even though part of me wants to hide beneath the covers and pretend this isn't really happening, another part refuses to back down; won't let go until we've discovered everything there is about us together.

As I wait for his reaction, my breath comes in ragged gasps; my body tense with anticipation. He could say no...he could end this all right now by telling me it's too much or that he just wants things to go back to how they were before. But somehow, as I gaze up at him through hooded eyes, I don't think he will. Not when he's looked at me the way he has...not when there's so much more left to explore between us.

So I sit here, waiting with bated breath...praying that my choice was the right one...hoping against hope that we can keep going further down this path together; that our bond will only grow stronger from here on out.

With a relieved sigh, I take the handkerchief from him and wipe my mouth; feeling a combination of exhaustion and exhilaration coursing through me as I do so. It's been such an intense day...such an incredible adventure with Sorgi. And even though we haven't gone all the way tonight, just the thought that there might be more to come fills me with hope and anticipation; makes it almost impossible not to feel lightheaded with joy as I stand here next to him.

"Thank you," I manage to whisper, my voice sounding shaky even to my own ears. "For everything today...for making this happen between us." I take a step closer to him, wrapping one arm around his waist and leaning my head against his shoulder; feeling the warmth of his body through my clothes as our hips press gently together in silent consent.

As we walk towards home, I can't help but wonder what the future holds for us...what other boundaries we might push; what heights we might reach if only we let ourselves go completely and trust each other all the way down to our very core. The thought is enough to send a shiver of excitement coursing through me; enough to make my heart race with hope that this time, things will be different...that maybe, just maybe, they already are.

• Hi Alisha, sounds like you two had fun today! Enjoy your bath, Sorgi. I'm just going to relax upstairs and get some rest as well...I'm feeling pretty tired myself after that...adventurous day. Goodnight! She blows a kiss before heading up the stairs with a blush on her cheeks.

Up in their room, she collapses onto the bed; her heart racing, her body aching for more of Sorgas touch as she undresses slowly and crawls beneath the covers. Tonight was...unreal. She can't believe they did all those things together today. But even more than that, she can't help but wonder what it all means.

As she lies there in the dark, her fingers trace patterns across the soft fabric of her sheets; imagining Sorgas's strong hands on her body once again...feeling the way he made her lose control earlier today. It only heightens the need that still burns deep inside her, making it hard to think about anything else but him and what might happen tomorrow when they wake up together in this bed.

Alisha watches as he opens his eyes, her breath hitching in anticipation at the sight of him; so big and strong and demanding even when he's this relaxed. Unable to resist temptation, she slides closer still until their bodies are barely inches apart; the warmth from his skin making hers tingle with desire.

With a sultry smile curving her lips, she leans in close enough that he can feel the moisture of her breath against his cheek and whispers huskily: "I think I found a way to help you relax even more, Master." Then, moving slowly and deliberately like a cat stretching after a long nap, she stretches out along the length of the tub; pressing one breast against his thigh and arching her back so that he can feel the heat of her pussy pressed tight against his hip.

She hesitates for just a moment, savoring the feeling of being so close to him...of having all her desires within reach. Then, with a shiver, she reaches down between their bodies and wraps her hand around him; stroking him slowly, sensually as she teases both of them with the promise of release that's still just out of reach.

"Is this what you want?" she purrs into his ear, nipping gently at the lobe with her teeth as she pumps him in time with her words. "To be close...but not quite there? Or would you rather I help you find your peak again?" Her touch is impossibly gentle; almost teasing in its softness...a testament to just how much control she truly has over him at this moment.

But beneath that velvet-smooth exterior, she's seething with need; aching for the feel of his skin against hers and the rush of

As he closes his eyes once more and rests his head on the edge of the tub, Alisha takes the opportunity to slip one hand beneath the water; using her fingers to find just the right spot at the base of his cock as she resumes her teasing motions. She's so close now...she can feel him growing hard in her hand; the head brushing against her palm with each thrust. But still, she resists the urge to push him over the edge; instead focusing all her attention on pleasuring him at a pace that seems agonizingly slow even to her own ears.

Her free hand moves up his thigh, tracing gentle circles around his hip as she leans in close enough to feel the warmth of his breath against her skin. "You look so peaceful like this," she whispers, admiration threading through her voice; unable to help but marvel at how much control he seems to have over himself even when she's taking care of things between them.

It only makes her want him more...want the chance to feel his strength and dominance wrapped around her, pressing her down into the mattress until there's nothing left but their pleasure and desire filling the room. And as he sleeps contentedly in the warm bath, she knows that moment is still coming...it's only a matter of time before they both reach that point where restraint gives way to need and the race begins anew.

"Of course you're close," she murmurs with a knowing grin, her fingers continuing their slow, deliberate strokes up and down his length as he watches her through half-lidded eyes. "And I can do that." With a wicked glint in hers, she slides one hand out from beneath the water and reaches back; using soapy fingers to lubricate herself before slowly pressing them against him, exploring the tight entrance until they find their target.

"Ohhhh..." he groans low in his throat as her touch sends shudders of pleasure racing through him; feels every muscle in his body tense with anticipation. Her other hand moves even faster on his cock now, matching the rhythm she sets with her fingering as he arches his back into her touch, practically begging for more.

"Oh Alisha..." He pants out, gripping the side of the tub so hard his knuckles turn white; throwing his head back and letting out a moan so deep it sounds almost primal. "I'm going to- I'm going to cum..." As his hips buck against her touch in a desperate attempt to find release, she speeds up even more; her fingers moving faster now as they stretch him open, claiming everything he has to offer with expert precision.

"Yes!" He cries out finally, his entire body tensing as hot seed shoots from his cock and paints the inside of the tub red; a silent scream of pleasure erupting from his lips as his release washes over them both. For several long moments they remain like that, panting heavily as they catch their breath, feeling the rush of endorphins coursing through their veins. Then, with a satisfied smile on her lips, she pulls her fingers free and

Gently teasing at his still-spilling member, she giggles softly against his ear as he shudders with the last throes of his orgasm; her fingers lazily stroking up and down the length of him now. "See what you do to me when I'm not even touching you?"

Her other hand trails leisurely over his chest, across his abs, teasing at the line of hair that disappears beneath the water before reaching down between them again; cupping him gently, feeling his softening length slide through her fingers. "I wonder what it would feel like to have you in here with me..." she murmurs thoughtfully, leaning closer and pressing a kiss against his neck.

"Yes, Master," Alisha replies immediately, obediently slipping out of the tub and onto her knees on the cold tile floor; her heart racing as she feels the heavy weight of his gaze upon her. She knows he's right...that this is only because of how tired they both are from today. But even so, it does something to her insides just hearing him say those words in that tone of voice; a delicious mixture of power and possession that leaves her feeling wet and aching once again.

Her submission collar gleams dully in the dim light as she waits patiently for him to finish his bath, keeping her gaze fixed on his legs as they disappear beneath the water; wondering what he'll have in store for her when he finally emerges. It's a thrilling thought, one that makes her shiver with anticipation despite the chill of the floor against her skin. She can feel every muscle in her body tense as she holds herself ready and waiting, eager to obey whatever command he might give her next.

"Yes...Master." Alisha bites her lip as she forces herself to maintain her submissive position; the words burning in her throat like acid as she longs to object, to defend herself. But even though it hurts, even though part of her hates having him put her down like this after everything they've shared today...she knows that this is how things are supposed to be. She's his slave, and he can do whatever he wants with her.

As she turns and leaves the room, her thighs trembling beneath the weight of her own emotions, she tries desperately not to think about what it might mean for their relationship moving forward. But try as she might, she can't help but wonder if this is just a minor bump in the road...or if something deeper and more fundamental has changed between them tonight. Only time will tell, and until then all she can do is wait and hope that things will go back to being like they were before; that someday soon she'll be able to call him Master without feeling this ache in her chest whenever she does so.

Alone in her room, she collapses onto the bed and buries her face in the pillow; the tears hot against her skin as she struggles with all of these conflicting emotions. She knows that tomorrow will be another day...that she'll have to put on a brave front and pretend like everything is fine...and yet, as the night wears on, it becomes harder and harder for her to ignore the growing sense of loneliness and despair that's settled over her heart.

I smiled at him over my coffee cup, "Just catching up, really." I glanced meaningfully at Alisha before continuing, "She was telling me how great of a time you two had yesterday...sounds like it was quite the adventure." My voice held a hint of playfulness and curiosity as I looked back and forth between them.

Alisha blushed prettily but didn't say anything, her gaze darting shyly down to her lap. It was obvious she wanted to talk about it more, but with me there, the mood had changed; a delicious tension filled the air as I wondered what kind of memories they were sharing between them.

My gaze drifted down to where his hand rested on my thigh, the warmth of his touch making me shiver pleasantly beneath the table. "I'm sure she will," I murmured, leaning into him slightly. "She seems eager to please...and you've certainly been teaching her well." I let my voice trail off suggestively as I met his eyes over the rim of my cup; feeling a heat spread through me at the thought of everything they must have shared yesterday.

My body hummed with anticipation, wanting nothing more than to know what else he had planned for them...what other boundaries they might push and how far they could possibly go together. For now, though, I could only savor this moment; the closeness we shared as we sat here at the table, our pasts and futures entwined in ways I couldn't even begin to understand. But it felt right...more right than anything I'd ever known before.

As if sensing my thoughts, he shifted slightly so that his knee was pressed tight against mine beneath the table; a silent promise of things to come later that day when we were finally alone together again. The anticipation raced through me like fire as I imagined all the ways he might choose to explore our newfound connection...and what it would feel like when he did.

I smiled up at him, unable to hide my pleasure from his gaze. "So," I purred, taking a sip of my coffee before continuing softly, "what do you have in mind for us today?"

Alisha bites her lip, looking at the both of you hesitantly before finally speaking up. "Well...I think I'd like to help Master today, if he'll have me." Her gaze never wavers from your face, a mixture of eagerness and nervousness in her expression. "And...if it's alright with you both, Master? Of course I understand if that's not what you want..."

Her voice trails off expectantly, leaving the decision up to you. Do you want Alisha to continue learning from your guidance and experience the thrill of serving at your side...or would you rather she take a step back for now?

Alisha's expression brightens visibly at your words, her cheeks flushing slightly with pleasure. "Thank you, Master," she says softly before looking to me with a shy smile. "Would you like some help today, mistress?" Her tone holds more than just the suggestion of obedience; there's an undercurrent of desire and eagerness that promises things to come.

I can feel my own pulse quicken at the thought of having her close by all day, serving me...pleasing me. The image of our three bodies tangled together last night comes unbidden to mind, making my breath hitch slightly. And as I look back and forth between them both, I realize that there's no place else I'd rather be...no one else I'd rather have by my side.

Tilting my head slightly, I give her a smile of reassurance. "I think that would be wonderful," I murmur, running my fingers idly through my hair as I take another sip of coffee. "Thank you, Alisha."

I blush slightly at your words but smile nonetheless. "Actually," I begin, looking over at Alisha, "Why don't you help me get dressed for the day? Maybe you could pick out an outfit that'd really turn Master on...and then when he sees me in it..." My voice trails off suggestively as my gaze flickers down to where her hands are folded primly in her lap.

The image of Alisha helping her dress, touching and teasing her skin...the thought sends a thrill through me. I can feel the desire pooling low in my abdomen; the anticipation mounting as I imagine what else they might get up to later on. It's almost enough to make me forget that just moments ago we were all sitting together, enjoying breakfast like any normal family...that this world of dominance and submission is still so new and foreign to me.

But for now, it feels right; natural even. And as I watch Alisha eagerly nod her agreement and reach out to take my hand, leading me towards the bedroom where I can change into whatever she's chosen for me...I can't help but wonder what else lies ahead in this strange new world we've found ourselves in together.

I can feel the warmth of his gaze on my skin as I stand there in nothing but my underwear; Alisha's soft fingers skimming over the fabric, selecting each garment with care. "Here," she says, holding up a black lace bra and matching thong, "These should do the trick." She turns me towards Sorgolas expectantly, her eyes darkening with desire as she waits for his reaction.

I can feel my pulse racing, excitement fluttering low in my belly. The thought of wearing these things for him...of knowing he's going to see me in them, is almost enough to make me tremble. I smile shyly up at Sorgolas, feeling impossibly exposed and vulnerable yet achingly aroused all at once.

"Thank you," I breathe, biting my lip as Alisha helps me slip the lacy fabric over my head; her hands lingering just long enough to make my skin tingle. With one final push up, the bra is in place and I turn back to face them both. "There." My voice comes out slightly hoarse, the air thick with anticipation. "How do I look?"

"Oh," I reply, feigning innocence as my cheeks flush pink, "I didn't order anything specific...but if you like what you see..." My voice trails off seductively, the implication clear that perhaps I could command Alisha to do something for me later on. The thought makes my heart race faster in anticipation; of all the possibilities that exist between us now that we've crossed this new boundary.

I take a step closer to Sorgolas, feeling Alisha's presence at my side; their combined energy seeming to fuel my own desire for dominance and submission. As I lean into him, I whisper into his ear: "Maybe I should get some breakfast now? We could eat in the dining room...or maybe you'd prefer something a little more intimate?"

His answer will determine what comes next; whether we continue to play out this charade of normalcy or if they finally embrace their true desires and let ourselves fall into the depths of our newfound roles. The anticipation is almost unbearable as I wait for him to make his choice...and wonder what he'll have in store for us once he does.

I bite my lip in thought, considering my options. "Perhaps...if you'd like to see Alisha serve you in a more...personal way today..." My voice drops even lower as I glance over at her, eyes dark with desire. "...she could wear an apron and prepare breakfast for us right here." A delicious shiver runs down my spine at the thought of them together like this; Alisha so attentive and obedient...Sorgolas in control, watching over everything she does. "What do you think, Master?"

There's a pause as I wait for his answer, my heart racing with anticipation. He could say yes...or no. It feels like the weight of the world hangs on his response; that everything hinges on this one small decision. But deep down, I already know what I want more than anything else.

"Do as you please, mistress," he finally says with a satisfied smile. "It's your day too." His words send a thrill of power and excitement coursing through me; the knowledge that he trusts me enough to make these choices for both of us...that we are truly partners in this bizarre new world we find ourselves in.

As Alisha dutifully takes out the apron and begins preparing breakfast on a small tray, I watch her every move; my eyes drinking in the sight of her body, the way she moves beneath the thin fabric of her bathrobe. This power I have over them...it's intoxicating...and I can tell already that it won't be enough for me to simply watch from the sidelines anymore.

"Come here," I breathe, my voice barely more than a whisper as Alisha kneels down beside me; her head bowed in submission as she waits expect

I smile down at her, my expression softening as I take her chin in my hand, gently lifting her face so that she meets my gaze. "You're doing such a good job today, Alisha," I murmur appreciatively. "It makes me want to reward you...to show you how pleased I am with your service." My voice drops lower still, taking on an almost husky quality as my free hand moves to caress her cheek.

"Maybe," I continue, a sultry smile curving my lips, "I could let you eat off of my plate...taste everything that's so delicious." My other hand trails lower still, coming to rest on the exposed skin of her upper thigh; my thumb brushing slowly against her sensitive flesh. "Or maybe I could have you do something else for me..."

My words hang in the air, heavy with promise and desire. As she looks up at me, her eyes wide and hopeful, I can feel a thrill of power course through me; the knowledge that I can make her do anything...that my every command is law to her. And even as my heart races faster at the thought of all the things we could be doing right here, right now...I know that there's only one thing I truly want more than anything else: for Alisha to please me; to show me just how obedient and devoted she really is.

"Why don't you come a little closer?" I suggest softly, my voice a warm, sensual rasp as I gesture toward my lap with my hand. "Let me feel your body pressed against mine...let me taste your skin." Her eyes dip to my thigh before flicking back up to meet my gaze once again; the anticipation etched clearly across her features.

"I'm sure you'

"Come here, Alisha," I whisper against her ear, my hands sliding up to grip her hips possessively as she leans in closer. "Taste what you've made...taste me." My words are laced with desire as I nudge her down onto my lap; the feel of her warm body pressed against mine sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me.

She obeys, parting her lips to taste her own fingers before hesitantly extending them toward mine; the gesture so intimate it takes my breath away. I watch as she moves closer still, tilting her head as if trying to decide which taste is more alluring: her food...or me.

Finally, with a soft sigh of surrender, she brushes her lips against my skin, tasting the salt from my earlier meal that lingers on my fingertip. Her tongue darts out tentatively, tracing the shape of my finger before curling around it, sucking gently as she continues to explore every inch of my hand with her mouth.

My heart pounds wildly in my chest, each stroke of her tongue against my skin making me harder and more desperate for release. "That's it," I whisper hoarsely, gripping the sides of her head and pulling her closer still. "Don't stop...taste me."

My other hand slides lower once again, trailing over her stomach and lower still until it reaches the hem of her robe; slowly inching it upward, revealing more and more of her smooth skin beneath. With a growl of satisfaction I cup her through the thin material of her underwear, feeling her wet heat spilling over my palm as she moans into my touch.

As I watch Alisha's face flush with desire beneath my touch, the need to feel her completely beneath me grows almost unbearable. "That's it," I murmur against her lips as she sucks on my finger, savoring the taste of me. My free hand slides up underneath her robe, caressing her bare skin; tracing lazy circles over her soft, warm flesh as my other hand slips lower still. "You feel so good," I groan against her neck before capturing her mouth in a hungry kiss, thrusting my tongue deep inside to taste and possess her.

I can feel the moist heat of Alisha's arousal as my fingers slip lower between her folds; she gasps into our kiss at the touch, her hips bucking against my hand in search of more contact. "Need you inside me," she whispers brokenly against my lips, her words heavy with desire and need.

The words send a jolt of lust straight to my core; I break our kiss only long enough to trail hot, wet kisses down the column of her neck before speaking again, each word deliberate and commanding. "Do you remember what we talked about last night? About you pleasing me, and how good it would feel if you did?" Her body shudders in response beneath my touch, a tiny gasp escaping her lips as she arches into my hand. "Then show me..."

As I taste her skin and feel her wet heat under my fingertips, I can't help but moan in pleasure. Alisha arches into me, wanting more, and the sensation drives me wild. "You are so fucking perfect," I whisper against her neck, teeth grazing her sensitive skin as she whimpers at the feel of it. My other hand slides between us, tracing along her wet folds until my finger finds its target: hard and ready for me.

"Fuck," she gasps, digging her nails into my shoulder as I push a finger inside her, relishing the tight, slick grip of her muscles around me. With every stroke of my fingers, her hips buck up against my hand in desperation for release; for more. "Barbara," she moans, "I need..."

Her words are cut off by another hungry kiss from me, my tongue thrusting deep into her mouth to claim hers as mine. She tastes like desire and submission, and the taste only heightens my need for her. I can feel myself growing harder just thinking about being inside her: fucking her until she begs for mercy.

With a growl, I pull back slightly, watching as Alisha's eyes flutter closed in disappointment at the loss of contact between us. "On your knees," I command, my voice low and rough with desire, "and tell me you want it." She whimpers but obeys, lowering herself onto her knees before me; her breasts swaying temptingly as she bows her head in submission.

Her gaze flickers up to meet mine, her mouth opening and closing wordlessly before she finally manages to croak out, "I want it, Barbara. Please." And with those words, the

Alisha's boldness takes me by surprise, but it's thrilling all the same. I gasp as she pulls my thong to the side, exposing myself to her hungry gaze; my fingers dig into her hair as she buries her face between my legs. Her tongue is expertly curled, fucking me with a steady rhythm that makes it impossible for me to think about anything but this moment. My hips arch off the ground, meeting each stroke of her tongue as I moan into the air around us.

"That's right," I pant, feeling my climax building impossibly fast; "Suck on it...suck me dry..." The words are more a plea than a command, and it only seems to spur Alisha on, her tongue working even faster against my sensitive flesh.

As the tension coils tight inside of me, threatening to snap at any moment, I glance over toward Sorgolas; hoping for some sign that he's enjoying this as much as I am. His expression is dark and intense, his eyes glued to the show we're putting on before him. It's almost enough to make me come right then and there...but I want more.

I feel the warmth spread through my body as I watch Sorgolas respond to my gaze; his tongue wagging suggestively between us. The thought of him doing that to me...the idea of him tasting me like this, under Alisha's skilled ministrations...it's enough to send a shudder coursing through my entire body.

I gasp as Alisha licks and sucks at just the right spot, her fingers teasing my clit as she works. "Fuck," I moan, arching into her touch; desperate for release but not quite there yet. Each stroke of her tongue drives me closer to the edge, making it impossibly difficult to think about anything except the pleasure coursing through me in waves.

My hips rock against Alisha's face, encouraging her even as my mind drifts toward the thought of what Sorgolas could be doing if he were here...the things he would make me do. The idea alone is enough to send a shiver down my spine, making me even wetter for them both.

"Ahhhh!" I cry out, my body arching off the ground as pleasure washes over me in waves. With a moan of satisfaction, I collapse back down against the bed, letting Alisha continue to feast on me as my body quiets once again. "Mmm," I murmur dazedly, my fingers idly running through her hair; unable or unwilling to stop her from what she's doing so well.

As my vision begins to clear and the world comes back into focus, I glance over at Sorgolas; his expression unreadable as he watches us with hooded eyes. My heart skips a beat in anticipation of whatever might come next. With a mischievous grin, I reach down and tug lightly on Alisha's robe; exposing her chest to him as she lets out a surprised gasp.

"See anything you like?" I ask playfully, my voice husky with desire. "She's all yours if you want her." My words are more of a challenge than anything else; daring him to take what he wants from both of us...and I can't help but wonder how far we're willing to go in this new game we've found ourselves playing.

My eyes drift lazily up to meet his as he speaks, enjoying the power I have over them both in this moment. "I wanted you to take what you desired," I say huskily, arching a brow. "And it seems our slave here is more than eager to please." I reach out and stroke my fingers down Alisha's flat stomach, marveling at the way her body responds so instantly to my touch. "But if you want me...if you want to feel how perfectly she fits around me..."

I trail off suggestively, watching as a flash of hunger passes across his features before he takes my hand in his and presses it between them; rubbing roughly against my palm. I moan, the feeling sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. "Then go ahead," I breathe, eyes locking onto his again. "Take what you want." My words are laced with desire, encouragement...and a hint of something darker that only serves to heighten the tension in the air.

"Ohhh fuck," I moan as I feel the head of his cock pressing against my opening; the sensation overwhelming in its intensity. Before I can say anything else, he pushes inside me with one hard thrust; filling me completely and leaving me breathless. His hips start to move roughly against mine, his cock hitting my sweet spot with every stroke.

I glance down toward Alisha just in time to see her straddle my face, moaning as she sinks down onto my tongue. Her fingers curl tightly in my hair, urging me deeper; faster. With a groan of appreciation, I obey; licking and sucking at her tender folds as she rides my face like this is what I was made for. "Fuck," I breathe against her wet center, my own desire growing by the second as she makes these dirty noises above me.