Chapter 6: Further Terms of Pleasure

James’s eyes moved frantically between the two women—Melena straddling his chest, her breasts swaying above him, her dark eyes locked on his with searing intent; Emily hovering at his hips, the head of his cock brushing the wet heat of her folds, teasing them both.

It was overwhelming.

Melena leaned forward, planting her hands on either side of his head. Her long black hair tumbled over her shoulders like silk, the scent of coconut and skin warming the space between them. Her bare pussy hovered just above his mouth, already glistening from her earlier climax and the steady build of desire since.

“I want your tongue first,” she whispered, low and sweet. “I want to grind on your face while she fucks herself on your cock. Think you can handle that?”

James swallowed hard and nodded. “Yes ... please, Mistress.”

The title slipped from him unbidden, and Melena’s eyes darkened with delight.

“Good boy,” she murmured.

Behind her, Emily braced herself, one hand on James’s thigh, the other guiding his cock through her folds, teasing herself open with maddening slowness. She was soaked—he could feel the heat, the slickness—and each time she dragged his tip through her lips, he twitched, his hips flexing in desperation.

“I love how desperate he is,” she said, breathlessly, glancing up at Melena.

“He’s beautiful like this,” Melena replied, her voice velvet-smooth. “Pinned down. Bare. Ready to be used.”

Then, in a single graceful motion, she lowered herself onto his mouth.

The first taste of her made James moan. She was soft and hot, her arousal immediate and potent. He closed his lips around her folds, tongue sliding between them, licking up to her clit and flicking gently. Melena gasped and rocked forward, gripping the headboard just above his bound hands.

“Mmm ... yes. Just like that.”

Emily took that cue.

With a low groan, she began to sink down.

James felt her—tight and velvet-soft—stretching slowly around the head of his cock. She took her time, lowering herself inch by inch, watching his face over Melena’s shoulder as he struggled to process the twin sensations: Melena grinding into his mouth, her taste thick on his tongue, and Emily swallowing his cock inch by aching inch.

“Fuck...” Emily whispered, her voice shaky with pleasure. “He’s ... big.”

“He’s full,” Melena echoed, rolling her hips on his tongue. “And he’s not allowed to come.”

Emily laughed, then gasped as she reached the base.

James’s eyes were wide. He could barely breathe—Melena’s weight on his face, the tight clasp of Emily’s body around his cock, the muffled moans and wet sounds filling the room. His muscles trembled with the effort to stay still, every nerve stretched taut.

Melena began to move.

She rode his face slowly, dragging her soaked pussy across his lips, pressing down until he moaned into her. She reached back and tangled her fingers in his hair, guiding his mouth to where she wanted it—tongue circling, lips sucking, jaw aching with the need to please her.

“Open wider,” she growled softly, and he obeyed.

She shuddered.

Emily began to move too—lifting her hips, then sliding back down, her walls gripping him tightly. She used him with deliberate control, her pace steady and deep, her hands braced on his chest for balance.

The pressure. The rhythm. The taste and heat. James was lost in it.

Melena gasped as his tongue found her clit again, flicking rhythmically. “Yes ... oh, fuck, yes.”

Emily’s eyes fluttered shut. “You feel ... so good inside me. Stretching me. Filling me.”

Melena looked over her shoulder at her. “You’ll help me later,” she panted, grinding harder. “You’ll hold me open while he fucks my ass.”

Emily moaned at the thought, her thrusts growing faster. “I want to see it. I want to see him disappear into you while I make you scream.”

The sounds of their pleasure filled the room—slick, wet, raw. Melena’s thighs trembled on either side of James’s head as she rode harder, faster, chasing her second orgasm. Emily was close too—her hips now slamming down, her hands clawing at his chest.

James moaned beneath them, overwhelmed by sensation, by the scent of their arousal, by the way his body was being used, possessed.

“Don’t come,” Melena warned again, her voice tight with nearing climax. “Not until we say. Hold it. Be good.”

His eyes fluttered, straining, muscles shaking.

Emily let out a broken cry. “Melena—oh fuck—I’m ... I’m coming—”

“Yes,” Melena moaned. “Do it. Come on his cock. Soak him.”

Emily’s back arched as her orgasm took her, hips slamming down one last time, body trembling violently as she cried out, her release soaking him.

That sent Melena over the edge.

With a scream, she ground down hard on James’s face, her thighs tightening, body shuddering. He licked and sucked through her climax, his face slick with her as she rode out every wave.

As Melena collapsed across James’s chest, her thighs still trembling, Emily followed, chest heaving, her legs sprawled across his hips. The room buzzed with the aftershock of pleasure, the air thick with sweat and sex. James was still restrained, still panting, still buried in the heat of Emily’s body. His muscles trembled. His face was slick with Melena’s release.

And then he groaned.

It started in his chest—low, guttural—rising into a warning.

“I can’t ... I can’t hold it,” he gasped. “Fuck—I’m ... I’m coming—”

Emily had just begun to shift off of him when his cock pulsed and erupted, thick ropes of cum spurting up across his belly and chest, some catching on her thigh. He grunted with the release, hips bucking helplessly.