Chapter 4: The Invitation Beneath

The hallway was dim and quiet, lined with soft golden sconces that flickered against the cream walls. The only sounds were the echo of heels against polished tile, the rustle of fabric, and three breathless laughs tangled in the still air.

Melena walked ahead, her red dress shimmering with every step, the slit flashing glimpses of her bare thigh. Emily was at James’s side, one hand firmly cupping his ass, the other stroking the front of his shirt in lazy spirals that only just avoided his nipples. Melena glanced back over her shoulder once, smirking, eyes gleaming with wicked delight.

James didn’t know whose hand it was that reached into his waistband—it could’ve been either, or both—but he moaned softly when fingers slipped beneath the fabric and teased the head of his cock with a featherlight touch.

“God, you’re hard,” Emily purred, biting his earlobe. “Bet you’ve been aching since the dance floor.”

Melena reached her door and slid the keycard through the reader. A soft click. The door eased open, spilling them into a room lit by the soft glow of a bedside lamp. The space smelled of sea breeze and warm skin. The balcony curtains fluttered faintly in the breeze. A king-sized bed sat in the centre of the room, sheets crisp, untouched.

Not for long.

The door closed behind them with a thud.

Then everything shifted.

Melena turned. Emily let go of James and stepped back. Their eyes met—just for a second—and James saw something pass between them.

They had a plan.

Emily moved first. She kissed him, full and deep, her body pressing him backward as her tongue slid into his mouth. Her hands were on him immediately—pulling at his shirt, tugging it free of his waistband, slipping it off his shoulders. Melena was behind him now, deft fingers undoing the button of his trousers, tugging them down along with his underwear. They pooled at his ankles, and he stepped out of them, breath catching.

Emily’s body was hot against his as she kissed him again, harder now, grinding her hips into his cock. The silk of her dress slipped against his skin, barely a barrier between them. He tried to reach for her breasts, but her hands caught his and moved them—up, up—until they were above his head, and she eased him back onto the bed.

It was only when he heard the quiet click that he realised what had happened.

Melena stood beside the bed, a pair of handcuffs in one hand, her suitcase open behind her.

His wrists were secured to the headboard.

The kiss broke.

For a moment, James lay there frozen, heart pounding—not from arousal, but something else. Uncertainty. Vulnerability.

His eyes darted between them.

Melena noticed first. Then Emily.

“Hey,” Emily said gently, brushing his hair back from his forehead. “You okay?”

Melena leaned in from the other side, her voice warm, low, unmistakably reassuring. “You’re not in danger, James. Not the kind you’re thinking.”

Emily’s lips curved in a soft smile. “We’re not going to hurt you. We’re just going to ruin you.”

Melena straightened, and with no further ceremony, let her dress fall.

It puddled at her feet.

She wore nothing underneath.

Her body was lithe and golden, glowing in the soft light. Full breasts with dusky nipples, a flat stomach, shapely hips and thighs that looked strong enough to ride him into oblivion. She didn’t cover herself. She simply stood, letting him look, letting his mouth go dry.

Emily followed suit, easing the straps of her white dress from her shoulders. It slid down her body like liquid. She stepped out of it and stood proudly, hands on her hips.

She was radiant. Toned and sculpted, her skin kissed by months of sun. Her breasts were high and full, her waist narrow, her thighs taut. A thin trail of freckles ran from her collarbone down between her breasts.

They turned to face each other then, the sight so erotic James could barely breathe.

Their mouths met in a kiss that began sweet but quickly turned ravenous—lips parting, tongues tangling, hands everywhere. Melena’s fingers slid over Emily’s waist, cupping her ass, pulling her closer. Emily groaned and grasped Melena’s breasts, kneading them, brushing her thumbs over her nipples until Melena whimpered into her mouth.

James’s cock strained toward them, hard and twitching, pinned uselessly to his belly.

The women broke apart, turning to him in synchrony, flushed and gleaming.

Melena climbed onto the bed and knelt beside him. Emily moved to the other side, straddling his thigh, her mouth against his ear.

“You’re going to watch while we fuck each other,” Melena whispered, her lips brushing his nipple. “You’re going to lie there and beg us.”

Emily licked a slow line up his neck. “And then,” she said, “we’ll ride your cock...”

Melena’s hand slid between his thighs.

“ ... and your face...”

Emily bit his earlobe.

“ ... until you don’t remember whose name you’re moaning.”

They kissed again over him, their hands roaming, their bodies pressed together in a rhythm that promised more.

James moaned, eyes wide, pulse thundering in his chest.