Chapter 28

Playroom. Night.

The lights were low and golden. Warm shadows moved across the walls of the playroom, and in the center—like something posed for a sculpture—sat Eva.

She was perched on the split saddle stool, legs open wide, the curve of her ass hanging just off the edge. The seat slanted slightly back. No backrest. No support. Just restraint and presence.

She reached up, wrists lifted high toward the metal crossbar of the bondage frame right above her.

Kari and Ellie stepped in wordlessly, each taking a wrist and strapping her in. Soft leather cuffs. A gentle click. Her arms were stretched now—taut, elegant, helpless.

She looked like art.

“Hold on tight to the crossbar,” Kari purred, voice thick with promise. “The cuffs are just a safety measure. In case you lose your grip. Ellie and I will be supporting your back. We don’t want you sliding off the stool ... do we, Ellie?”

Ellie smiled a wicked smile and shook her head. “Oh no, we don’t.”

She had evolved—promoted from shy, reluctant newbie to Kari’s sexy assistant. Her new role suited her perfectly.

Kari moved behind Eva and whispered, “Let’s see what Leo can do to you tonight.”

Eva smiled, her lips dry, her eyes locked across the room—on me.

Ellie noticed. “Open your mouth for me, sweetheart,” she said.

Eva obeyed without hesitation. Ellie spit a thick gob of saliva into the older woman’s mouth and watched her swallow it. Then she smiled and winked. Eva smiled back and winked too.

Somewhere inside the house, I could hear faint, muffled grunts—deep voices, the slap of skin, someone shouting in bliss. The guys were busy gangbanging Tommy in the living room, lost in their own beautiful chaos.

Out here in the playroom, Brit and Mia flanked Eva, lifting her legs and holding them wide, her pussy fully exposed to me, her thighs trembling slightly in the air.

I stepped forward, heart hammering.

Ellie and Kari crouched at her sides, steadying her back, keeping her safe.

She was open. Exposed. Waiting.

And mine.

I dropped to my knees between her legs and devoured her.

My tongue moved in slow, filthy circles, teasing her folds, licking every drop from her soaked slit. I kissed her like she was air. Like I needed her to live. My hands gripped her thighs, fingers digging in as I pressed harder, flicked faster, sucked her clit until she moaned and bucked and whimpered above me.

Kari smirked. “Harder, Leo. Come on. Spit in her face. Her mouth. It’s dry.”

I pulled back and spit right across her open lips.

Eva gasped, eyes fluttering, tongue out.

You might wonder about all the spitting. What’s the point? Why would it turn us on so much that we’d do it so often?

To us, spitting had become a ritual of unconditional trust and surrender. It didn’t feel filthy—quite the opposite. It felt cleansing. A passionate offering of pure lust, shared only between the best of friends and the loveliest of lovers. It was a symbol of intimacy, of giving, of sharing the essence of life. Hydration had never been done in a sexier, more reverent way.

I spit again—thick and hot—right into her mouth. She swallowed instantly. Like it was sacred.

Kari laughed. “Good girl.”

Then to me: “Fuck her. She’s begging for it.”

I stood, cock aching, and lined up. Eva looked up at me—sweat on her chest, nipples stiff, spit shining on her chin—and whispered, “Do it.”

I thrust in hard.

She screamed.

I gripped her hips and pounded—relentless, cock slamming into her again and again as her bound arms pulled tight, her chest bouncing with each thrust.

Kari’s voice cut through the heat. “Is she your girlfriend now, Leo? You two look so fucking hot together.”

Ellie added, playful and vicious, “Why don’t you two get married and start a family?”

I grunted, not slowing. “I would.”

Eva moaned at that. Her head rolled back. “Yes ... yes...”

Kari leaned down and spit in Eva’s mouth again. “More,” she growled. “Mia. Brit. You too.”

Mia stepped in, giggling, and spit directly into Eva’s mouth. Brit followed, hers slower, stringy and messy, landing right on Eva’s tongue. Eva moaned as she swallowed everything.

“Swallow it,” Kari hissed. “Swallow all of it. Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

“Fuck her, Leo,” Ellie whispered in my ear. “Make her come. Make her yours.”

I slammed in harder, Eva’s messy updo bobbing, her body bouncing, her thighs twitching in Brit and Mia’s hands.

Wrecked.

Perfect.

And I wasn’t stopping until she screamed.

I was pounding into Eva now—faster, deeper—my hands gripping her hips like they were handles made just for me. Her arms were stretched high above her, bound to the crossbar, her body tilted back against the stool, legs wide and helpless in Mia and Brit’s hands.

Her tits bounced wildly with every thrust, those beautiful teardrops jiggling in perfect rhythm. Her nipples were taut—standing stiff like stretched rubber.

Her tits bounced wildly with every thrust, those beautiful teardrops jiggling in perfect rhythm. Her nipples were taut—standing stiff like stretched rubber.

Kari and Ellie took turns tugging, twisting, pinching them every few seconds, each touch pulling thick moans, winces, and breathless grunts from the radiant matriarch of our group.

She was shaking.

Her eyes were locked on mine—blazing hot, fierce and open, lit the fuck up. She didn’t look like she was getting fucked. She looked like she was taking it. Inviting it. Owning it.

Her lustrous messy bun bounced with every thrust, strands unraveling, sweat sliding down her temples. Every slam of my cock pushed her higher—sloppier, hungrier, more intense.

And still she smiled. Mouth open. Lids fluttering. She looked possessed.

“I love the way you fuck me,” she gasped, voice thick and cracked.

“I love fucking you,” I growled.

“Come on. You can do better. Give it to me hard. Harder! Fuck yeah!” Her hot, defiant words lit a fuse in my spine.

Kari smirked and leaned in. “Spit in her face again.”

I did—loud, wet, across her cheek and lips.

Eva moaned. Her tongue slid out, chasing it, swallowing what she could.

Ellie stepped in close beside me and spit right in my face.

The impact made me jolt. Her spit ran down my cheek, into the corner of my mouth. She kissed it in, breath hot.

“Fuck that beautiful woman,” she whispered in a thick, velvety voice. “Beautiful boy. Leo. Lovely boy. I fucking love watching you. Fuck!”