Chapter 21: Held

Paul woke to sensation—familiar and unfamiliar all at once. The warmth and wetness on his cock was blissfully familiar, but the subtle resistance at his wrists made his eyes snap open.

They were bound.

Soft leather cuffs held him snugly to the headboard, just like the ones Kacie had worn the night before. Tension ran down his arms, not uncomfortable, but unmistakable. He tugged once, testing.

Then he looked down.

Kacie knelt between his legs, her lips wrapped lovingly around him, her tongue teasing him back to full hardness. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed, and she hummed softly with each flick of her tongue.

Before he could speak, the ensuite door opened.

Faith emerged, gloriously nude—except for the harness. The strap-on swayed between her thighs, and Paul blinked in surprise. It was longer and thicker than the one she had used on Kacie the night before.

She grinned at the flicker of panic in his eyes. “Relax, babe. This isn’t for you ... not today.”

She approached the bed, voice sultry and amused. “You fell asleep on us last night. We weren’t quite done with your cock after the bath, and it didn’t seem fair to punish Kacie without holding you accountable.”

Paul opened his mouth to speak, but Kacie let his cock slip from her lips with a quiet pop and a mischievous smile. “You’re going to lie there,” she said sweetly, “while I tease you, and Faith fucks my ass. This one’s bigger than last night’s ... but still not as big as you.”

Paul exhaled slowly, his heart pounding.

Faith moved behind Kacie with a bottle of lube. She poured it generously, letting it glisten over Kacie’s curves before working it in with slow, practiced fingers. Kacie moaned, her head dipping forward until her lips brushed Paul’s cock again.

Faith chuckled low in her throat. “She loves it in the ass, Paul. And you? You get to watch. Just imagine if it were your cock.”

Kacie shivered as the first push came. She moaned around Paul’s cock, the vibrations sending thrills up his spine.

“Mmm, it’s so tight,” Kacie whispered around soft licks. “So full. I can feel every inch.”

Paul groaned, hips twitching, helpless beneath her.

Faith thrust slowly, deeply, gripping Kacie’s hips. “You should see this view,” she teased. “Watching my cock disappear inside her ... watching her stretch to take it all.”

Kacie began to rock with each thrust, her mouth never leaving Paul’s cock, her moans turning to urgent, gasping cries. Her hand dipped between her legs, teasing herself—careful, slow—until her voice cracked with raw pleasure.

One moment she was climbing, steady and focused. The next, the orgasm crashed through her with no warning, a cry tearing from her throat as she collapsed forward onto Paul’s chest, trembling and breathless.