Chapter 6

Mel thinks she remembers closing the door, but it hangs open as Toby’s cries of desperation fill the hallway. She’s about to run, but moves slowly instead, savoring the preamble. His groans get louder, faster, rising to a high point, and then drop suddenly, pleadingly, but lacking words. A second time, she listens to this pattern, then a third, then a fourth. Finally, she leans against the frame of the open doorway.

“Mel.”

Lily’s hand, extended from the mirror, is still wrapped around Toby, repeatedly edging him. She starts again as Mel closes the door and watches from a distance. Toby’s veins bulge as Lily starts slowly, tormenting him with a gentle touch, before speeding up. He’s soaked with precum. He pulls against the binds, and rapidly, he’s close, and she lets go. He groans and his hips buck the air and his legs shake uncontrollably. He looks up at her, sweat on his brow, his eyes weak and pleading.

“Mel, please.”

Toby’s eyes display his empty mind. He has no thoughts anymore. Only a raging need in his aching body. Thoughts of resistance don’t exist.

She’s mesmerized. She starts stepping towards the bed. She strips her shirt off, and then her pants. She steps between his legs, gently scratching his thigh. He’s shaking. “They’re actually turning blue,” she says. “I thought that was just a saying.”

“Nope,” Lily says. “They turn all sorts of fun colors. You want a turn?” Lily removes her hand, and Mel grasps Toby tightly, feeling the raging firmness.