Chapter 8: Turnabout

Steam still clung faintly to their skin as James and Emily emerged from the bathroom, towels wrapped loosely around their hips. They walked slowly, side by side, their bodies humming with the echo of pleasure, muscles sore in all the best ways.

James glanced over at her, admiring the lazy curve of her smile and the pink flush that still kissed her cheeks. She looked radiant, renewed. She caught his gaze and nudged him gently with her elbow.

“You’re looking at me like I’m your prize,” she teased.

He grinned. “After that? You are.”

They turned the corner into the bedroom—and stopped.

Melena was sitting up in bed, propped against the headboard with a sheet casually drawn across her lap, her breasts bare and gleaming in the soft lamplight. She looked relaxed, content, but there was something in her eyes—something playful, something dangerous—that made James’s stomach flutter.

She smiled slowly as they approached the foot of the bed.

“Well,” she said, voice smooth as silk. “Don’t you two look well-used.”

Emily let out a breathless laugh and dropped her towel, climbing up onto the edge of the bed with easy confidence.

James stood, towel still loosely knotted at his waist, watching Melena closely. He could feel something coming—something charged—but he didn’t yet know what.

Melena’s eyes slid to him, dark and gleaming.

“James,” she said softly, “did you enjoy fucking our asses tonight?”

His breath caught. He swallowed, then nodded. “Very much so.”

Melena smiled. “I’m glad. We did too.”

She reached down and casually peeled back the sheet covering her lap.

James’s eyes widened.

Beneath the sheet, secured snugly around her hips, was a black leather harness—and from it, rising proudly, a sleek, thick strap-on dildo, its smooth shaft already glistening with a light sheen of lube. It rested against her thigh like a promise.

“It hardly seems fair,” she said, voice low and teasing, “that you got to take both of us like that ... and didn’t offer your own ass in return.”

James stared, frozen in place. The towel slipped a little on his hips.

Emily sat up straighter beside Melena, her eyes bright with interest. “Oh wow,” she breathed. “This just keeps getting better.”

Melena tilted her head, looking at James. “You look surprised.”

“I ... didn’t expect that,” he admitted, heart pounding.

Melena’s voice was warm, but firm. “You liked being restrained, didn’t you? Being taken care of. Used by us.”

He nodded slowly. “Yeah...”

“Then trust me,” she said. “This isn’t punishment. This is just ... balance.”

Emily leaned in, her hand sliding gently up James’s back. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, James. But...”

Her voice dropped into a whisper. “Watching you surrender to her? I want to see that.”

James looked between them—Melena, poised and proud, a sensual force of nature holding his gaze; and Emily, flushed with anticipation, already inching forward on the bed. The air was thick with heat again, with want. His cock, impossibly, was already stirring.

Melena’s voice was soft now. “Come here.”

He let the towel fall.

James let the towel fall to the floor, the weight of the moment crashing through him like a pulse. His cock twitched, already responding to the delicious mixture of tension, arousal, and submission hanging in the air. He held Melena’s gaze, and with a soft breath, crossed his wrists in front of him.

“Nothing ventured...” he said with a crooked smile, “ ... nothing gained.”

Emily, catching the cue instantly, slipped off the bed. She moved with fluid confidence, grabbing the long sash from a terrycloth robe draped over a chair. Without a word, she tied it snugly around James’s wrists—silken, not tight, more suggestion than constraint.

They all knew he could break free at any time.

That was the point.

Melena slid gracefully off the bed and walked up to him, the soft glow from the bedside lamp highlighting the curve of her hips, the smooth strength of her thighs, the elegant line of the harness now snug around her waist.

Her hand slid up his chest, warm and reassuring, until it cupped the side of his neck. She leaned in and kissed him—slow and deep, her tongue dancing with his.

“I’ll be gentle,” she whispered, her lips brushing his. “Until you don’t want me to be.”

That promise sent a tremor through him.

Emily had already stepped behind him and reached around, stroking his cock slowly, teasingly. “Still hard,” she murmured with delight. “God, you really like being used.”

Melena smirked and reached for his bound hands, guiding one of them to the firm shaft jutting from her harness. “Feel how hard I am for you, James,” she purred. “Hot. Wet. And so ready.”

He curled his fingers around the toy—rubbery, warm from her skin, slick with a bit of lube already. She moved her hips slightly, letting him feel its weight and presence.

“All for you,” she whispered, biting his earlobe.

Emily’s strokes became firmer, then stopped entirely just as he gasped.

“Not yet,” she teased.

Melena stepped back, eyes glowing.

“On the bed. Hands and knees.”

James obeyed, climbing onto the centre of the bed. The sash around his wrists felt strangely grounding, a reminder that he was giving something over—and that it would be cherished, not taken.

Melena knelt behind him, the mattress dipping under her weight. “I’m not tall enough to stand and reach,” she said, her voice soft with amusement. “So we’ll do this together.”

Emily hovered at the side, watching.

“What should I do?”

Melena grinned. “Lie down in front of him. Spread your legs. Let him bury his face in your pussy while I take him from behind.”

Emily let out a slow, eager breath. “That ... sounds incredible.”

She moved quickly, laying back with her head at the top of the bed, her thighs falling open as she reached down to stroke herself.

“Come here,” she said to James, voice breathy. “Eat me while she fucks you.”

He shuffled forward on his hands and knees, positioning himself between her legs, his bound wrists resting lightly at the base of her belly. He dipped his head and pressed his mouth to her folds, licking slowly, reverently. She moaned instantly, her hand sliding into his hair.

Behind him, Melena took her time.