Chapter 1: The Poolside Initiation
The Texas sun was a brutal, brilliant thing, hammering the roof of Kaiden’s convertible as they sped toward the King mansion. Ember clutched the bakery box on her lap, her knuckles white. The apple pie inside was perfect, golden lattice crust gleaming under its plastic dome, but her stomach was a tight knot of nerves.
“Just remember what I said, baby,” Kaiden shouted over the wind and the hip-hop blasting from the speakers. His hand rested casually on her bare thigh, his thumb tracing idle circles.“Mom and Dad, they’re… affectionate. Like, really affectionate.It’s gonna feel weird at first. Super fucking weird.”
She glanced at him, his profile handsome and unconcerned behind his designer sunglasses. “Weird how?”
“Like, kissy.Touchy.All up in your space. It’s just how they show love. They’re just intense people.” He shrugged, like he was explaining an odd but harmless family tradition.“Dad built an empire from nothing. Mom’s been with him since before any of this.They don’t have filters.Just let ‘em love you, okay? Don’t be all stiff and shy. They’ll love that pie, and they’ll love you.”
She nodded, swallowing hard. She’d spent three days picking the perfect outfit for a casual pool day: a white two-piece that was more suggestion than coverage. The triangular top was held together by thin strings and barely cupped her full breasts, the material doing little to conceal the dark circles of her nipples. The bottom was a mere strip of fabric, a thong that vanished between the cheeks of her ass.She’d added strappy white heels that made her legs look endless. She wanted to impress.She just hadn’t imagined “impressing” would require a warning.
The gates appeared, wrought iron and imposing, sliding open silently. The mansion wasn’t a house; it was a compound.Pale stone, sleek lines, glass glittering like ice. It sprawled across the manicured land with a quiet, arrogant power.Her breath hitched.
Kaiden parked with a flourish, hopping out.“Come on, Em! They’re gonna be by the pool.”
She followed him, the heels clicking a nervous rhythm on the stone walkway. The backyard opened up like a dream: endless emerald lawn, a pristine infinity pool that seemed to pour into the horizon, and a lavish cabana draped in billowing white linen. The air smelled like jasmine, chlorine, and expensive sunscreen.And there they were.
Catalina King first, rising from a plush lounger like a sun goddess. She was in a gold bikini that made Ember’s look modest, the fabric straining against curves that defied logic. Waist-length black hair spilled over golden shoulders.Her smile was immediate, radiant, and somehow entirely focused on Ember.
“Mija,” she called, her voice a warm, melodic purr.“You must be Ember. Come here, let me see you.”
Malachi stood by a massive stainless steel grill, a spatula in hand. He was… immense. Taller and broader than Ember had even guessed from photos, his deep brown skin a canvas for intricate tattoos that swirled over shoulders and corded arms. He wore only black swim trunks. He didn’t smile, not yet, but his eyes tracked her every step, dark and assessing.The air around him seemed to vibrate with a contained, potent energy.
“Hi,” Ember squeaked, hoisting the pie box like a shield. “I’m Ember.I made a pie. Apple.”
“A baker!” Catalina closed the distance, her movements effortlessly elegant.She didn’t take the box. Instead, her hands, with perfectly manicured scarlet nails, came up to frame Ember’s face. Her eyes, dark and warm as coffee, searched hers.“You are even more beautiful than Kaiden said. That sweet face.” Her thumbs stroked Ember’s cheekbones.“Thanks, Mrs. King.”
“Catalina.Or Mommy. I insist.” And then, before Ember’s brain could even process the words, Catalina’s lips were on hers.It wasn’t a peck. It was a deep, slow, shockingly wet kiss. Catalina’s full, glossed lips moved with a practiced confidence, and when her tongue slid insistently against the seam of Ember’s mouth, Ember, on pure, stunned instinct, parted her lips. Catalina’s tongue swept inside, tasting of mint and champagne.A soft, shocked noise escaped Ember’s throat. One of Catalina’s hands slid from her face down to the small of her back, pulling their bodies close, while the other cupped the full curve of Ember’s ass, squeezing through the flimsy fabric of the thong. The world narrowed to the heat of the sun, the scent of jasmine and Catalina’s perfume, and the startling, invasive intimacy of the kiss. Her body reacted before her mind could protest, a flush of heat spreading through her, her own lips beginning to move, to kiss back.It felt dizzying, wrong, and perversely exhilarating.
After what felt like an eternity, Catalina pulled back, just an inch, their breath mingling. “Perfect,” she whispered, her eyes gleaming. “Absolutely perfect, mija.”
Before Ember could form a thought, a shadow fell over them.Malachi was there. He’d moved silently.Up close, he was a mountain. He took the pie box from her limp hands and set it aside on a nearby table without looking. His gaze was locked on her mouth, still damp from his wife’s kiss.
“Daddy,” Catalina said softly, stepping back slightly, but her hand remained possessively on Ember’s lower back.
Malachi’s large, rough hands came up to cradle Ember’s face, his touch surprisingly gentle despite his size. His thumbs brushed her lips, wiping away a trace of Catalina’s gloss. He studied her, his expression unreadable.Then, a slow, dangerous smile touched his lips.
“Let me get a taste of that,” he rumbled, his voice deep and gravelly.
He bent his head, and his kiss was different.Slower.More deliberate. Where Catalina was all lush warmth, Malachi was pure command.His lips dominated hers, his beard scraping softly against her sensitive skin. His tongue pushed into her mouth, claiming it, tasting the lingering trace of his wife and the unique flavor of her. One of his hands slid down her side, his thumb brushing the sensitive underside of her breast, making her gasp into his mouth. The other hand fisted gently in her curls, holding her right where he wanted her.A tremor ran through her entire body.This was so much.Too much. Yet, remembering Kaiden’s words—“Just let ‘em love you”—she melted into it. Her hands, which had been hanging awkwardly at her sides, came up to rest tentatively on his hard chest. She kissed him back, shy at first, then with a growing, desperate hunger that shocked her.When he finally released her mouth, he kept his forehead pressed to hers. His breath was warm.“Sweet girl,” he muttered, the words a vibration she felt in her bones. “Fucking sweet.”
“Told you they’d love the pie!” Kaiden’s voice broke the spell. He was laughing, waist-deep in the pool, watching them with an amused, detached expression.Like he’d just seen his parents hug her.
Catalina chuckled, her arm now snaking around Ember’s waist.“The pie is lovely, cariño. But we were tasting something much better.” She pressed a kiss to Ember’s bare shoulder.
Malachi’s hand slid from her breast down over her belly, his fingers dipping just below the waistband of her thong, a blunt, possessive touch that made her jolt. “Come on,” he said, his voice low. “Let’s get you out of the sun for a minute.Get you a drink.”
He didn’t let go. Catalina stayed glued to her other side.They ushered her, sandwiched between them, toward the cabana. Catalina’s hand stroked her hip. Malachi’s palm was a heavy, warm weight on the strip of bare skin at the base of her spine, his fingers splayed, touching both her and the top of her thong. Every step was a cascade of sensation—the brush of Catalina’s hair against her arm, the solid heat of Malachi’s body, the inappropriate, thrilling sweep of their hands on places only Kaiden had ever touched.She was drowning in it.The warning had been insufficient. This wasn’t affection.This was possession, immediate and absolute. And as they led her into the cool, shaded cabana, the door to the rest of her life swinging shut behind them, the terrifying, thrilling part was the part of her that never wanted to leave.
The cabana door clicked shut, muffling the world outside to a distant hum of pool filtration and faint laughter from the water. The air inside was cool, scented with jasmine and clean linen. Ember stood frozen between them, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs. The reality of the closed door, the secluded space, the heat in Malachi’s eyes and the gentle, claiming stroke of Catalina’s hand on her hip, it all crashed into her at once.“Look at you,” Malachi murmured, his voice like gravel wrapped in velvet. “All dressed up for us, sweet girl.” His fingers, rough and deliberate, found the strings of her bikini top at the nape of her neck. With a slow pull, the knot came undone.He didn’t remove it yet. He just let the strings hang loose, the fabric loosening against her chest.Catalina stepped in front of her, her eyes soft and adoring. “We have to protect this beautiful skin, mija.” She reached for a bottle of high-SPF sunscreen on a side table, squeezing a dollop of creamy white lotion into her palm. “The Texas sun is a beast. Can’t have our precious girl burning.”
Ember couldn’t speak.Her breath hitched as Catalina’s slick, lotioned hands came up to her shoulders. At the same moment, Malachi finally slid the triangle of fabric away from her breasts. The cool air pebbled her nipples instantly. Catalina’s hands smoothed over her collarbones, down her sternum, as Malachi’s large palms cupped the full weight of her breasts from behind, his thumbs circling her tightened peaks.
“Daddy,” she whimpered, the title slipping out, natural and inevitable.
“That’s right,” he growled in her ear, his beard scratching her skin.“Say it. Who do you belong to?”
“You, Daddy,” she breathed, her head falling back against his chest as Catalina’s hands, slick and warm, massaged the lotion over her breasts, her fingers gently kneading, her thumbs brushing over Ember’s nipples in a way that made her back arch.
“And Mommy,” Catalina whispered, leaning in to lick a stripe up Ember’s neck. “You belong to us both, baby.”
Malachi’s hands left her breasts to work on the ties of her thong at her hips. As the tiny knots gave way, Catalina’s lotioned hands followed the path of his undressing, sliding down Ember’s belly, over the sensitive skin of her hips, just as the scrap of white fabric fell away. Catalina knelt before her, her hands smoothing lotion over Ember’s thighs, her inner thighs, her calves.Every touch was a worshipful claim. Malachi’s hands returned, one splayed possessively over her bare stomach, the other coming around to stroke the neatly trimmed, hairless skin of her mound.
“Perfect,” Catalina sighed, nuzzling her face against Ember’s belly before pressing a soft kiss right above her pussy. “So perfect and smooth for Daddy.”
Catalina then took the lotion again, coating her own hands, and reached behind Ember to smooth it over the lush curves of her ass, her fingers dipping into the cleft, spreading the cool cream with intimate thoroughness. Malachi watched, his breath hot on Ember’s shoulder, his erection a hard, undeniable pressure against her lower back through his trunks.
“Turn around, baby girl,” Malachi commanded softly. “Let Mommy take care of the back.”
Ember turned, shivering, exposed.Catalina’s gaze was fiery with devotion. “Lay down for us, sweetheart.On the lounger.”
Ember obeyed, lowering herself onto the soft cushion. Catalina followed, kneeling between her spread legs, while Malachi sat on the edge beside Ember’s head, his hand immediately threading into her curls.
“You taste like sunshine and nerves, baby,” Catalina murmured, and then her mouth was on Ember’s inner thigh, not a kiss but a slow, wet, open-mouthed lick from knee to the very edge of her sex. Ember gasped, her hips jerking.No one, nothing had ever felt like this. The softness of Catalina’s lips, the teasing point of her tongue, the pure, focused adoration in the act. It was so different from a man’s touch—softer, more attentive, relentless in its pursuit of her pleasure.
“Mommy…” Ember cried out, her hands clutching at the lounger fabric.
“Shhh, let her love you,” Malachi said, bending down to capture Ember’s mouth in a deep, claiming kiss. His tongue plunged inside, dominating her senses, as Catalina’s mouth finally found her center.
The first flick of Catalina’s tongue over Ember’s clit made her scream into Malachi’s mouth. It was an electric shock of pure, undiluted sensation. Catalina didn’t just eat her pussy; she worshipped it. Her tongue was flat and broad, laving through her folds, then pointed and precise, circling her clit with dizzying expertise. Her lips closed around the sensitive bud, sucking gently, then harder, and Ember’s world dissolved into a white-hot pinpoint of pleasure. She was sobbing, her body bowing off the lounger, her fingers now tangled in Malachi’s hair, her other hand reaching down to clutch at Catalina’s silken head.
“That’s it, baby, come for Mommy,” Malachi rasped against her lips, breaking the kiss to watch her unravel.“Let go. Show us how good we make you feel.”
The permission, the raw need in his voice, shattered her last reservation. A climax, fiercer and deeper than any she’d ever known, ripped through her. It felt like her soul was being pulled out through her skin. She cried out, a broken, wordless sound of surrender, as the waves pulsed through her, made more intense by the unbroken, devouring pressure of Catalina’s mouth.
As the tremors began to subside, Catalina gave her one last, lingering lick and looked up, her lips glistening, her eyes dark with satisfaction.“So sweet, Papi. You have to taste.”
Before Ember could process it, Malachi was shifting down her body. He hooked his hands under her knees, spreading her wider, pushing her legs back toward her chest. His gaze, hot and possessive, locked onto her swollen, wet flesh.Then he lowered his head.
His tongue was different.Broader, rougher. Where Catalina was artistry, Malachi was pure, carnal ownership. He licked into her with a deep, groaning sound of approval, consuming her essence, lapping up Catalina’s work and her own release. He fucked her with his tongue, hard and deep, then suckled her clit with a fervor that bordered on violence, his beard rough against her tender inner thighs.“Daddy! Oh, God, Daddy!” she screamed, her sensitivity tipped back into overdrive. She was already coming again, her body convulsing under his brutal, devoted mouth.
He rode her through it, until she was a trembling, boneless mess. Then he rose up, kneeling between her legs, his own trunks shoved down.His cock was massive, thick and dark and veined, straining upward. He leaned over her, bracing himself on one arm, his other hand guiding the broad, slick head of his dick through her soaked folds.
“Look at me, Ember,” he commanded, his voice thick.Her honey-brown eyes, blurred with tears and pleasure, focused on his.
“This pussy is mine now.This heart is mine.You’re my wife.My best wife. You understand?” He pressed forward, just an inch, and the stretch was breathtaking, a delicious, burning fullness she’d never experienced.“Yes, Daddy,” she sobbed, wholly conquered.
“Tell me.”
“I’m yours, Daddy. I’m your wife.”
He thrust home, burying himself to the hilt in one slow, devastating stroke. Ember’s mouth fell open in a silent cry. He was so big, filling her up completely, stretching her in a way Kaiden never had, reaching a depth that felt emotional as much as physical. He didn’t move, letting her feel every inch, letting her body stretch and clench around him.
“Perfect fit,” Catalina whispered, lying beside them, her hand stroking Ember’s hair, her lips kissing her shoulder.“Look at how she takes you, Papi. She was made for you.”
Malachi began to move, a slow, grinding roll of his hips that dragged his cock almost all the way out before pushing back in, deep and sure. Each stroke was a promise, a claiming.He leaned down to kiss her, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of his hips.
“My good girl,” he muttered against her lips.“My sweet, perfect wife. Gonna keep you full of me. Gonna put my babies in this pretty belly.”
The words, filthy and tender, sent another shiver through her. Her nails dug into the hard muscles of his back as he settled into a long, slow, deep rhythm. The sounds were obscene: the wet slide of their joining, his ragged breath, her soft cries, Catalina’s gentle murmurs of encouragement. The world outside—the pool, the sun, Kaiden—ceased to exist. There was only this cabana, this sacred, twisted altar, and the two people who were remaking her.
His pace increased gradually, the slow drags becoming powerful, driving thrusts. He was hitting a spot inside her that made her see stars with every plunge.
“You gonna come for me again, wife?” he grunted, his control starting to fray. “You gonna come on your husband’s cock?”
“Yes, Daddy, please,” she begged, her own hips meeting his thrusts.
“Do it.Come for me. Show me who you belong to.”
Catalina’s hand slid between their bodies, her fingers finding Ember’s clit, circling in time with Malachi’s thrusts.It was too much—the fullness, the friction, the overwhelming sense of being owned and adored. Her third orgasm tore through her with violent intensity, her pussy clenching around him in rhythmic, milking pulses that pulled a guttural roar from his throat.
He slammed into her, once, twice more, his body shuddering, and then he stilled, buried impossibly deep. She felt the hot, pulsing rush of his release flooding her, claiming her from the inside. He held her there, locked together, as he came, his face buried in her neck, whispering “Mine.My wife. My good, good wife,” over and again until the last tremor passed.He collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms. Catalina instantly curled around her from the other side, her body a warm, soothing line against Ember’s back. They lay there in a tangle of slick skin and spent limbs, the only sound their slowing breaths.
From outside, faint and happy, they heard Kaiden call, “You guys coming in? The water’s amazing!”
Malachi chuckled, a low, rich sound of pure triumph. He kissed Ember’s forehead, then her lips, softly. “No, son,” he muttered, too quietly for the voice outside to hear. “We already have everything we need right here.”
Ember nestled deeper between them, a profound, terrifying peace settling in her bones.She was home. She was theirs. The door to her old life hadn’t just swung shut; it had vanished.
The door to her old life hadn’t just swung shut; it had vanished. In its place was a new reality, lush and all-consuming, where she was the center of a universe built solely for her pleasure. It began that same night. Kaiden, sun-kissed and pleasantly buzzed from poolside beers, dropped her back at her cramped apartment with a sloppy kiss. “See, babe? Told you they’re awesome. Gotta pack—flight to Miami at six a.m. Love you!” He was a blur of designer luggage and cologne, gone before she could even process the scent of Malachi and Catalina still clinging to her skin.
Her phone buzzed before her front door even clicked shut.
Unknown Number: The black card on your kitchen counter has no limit. Use it. The PIN is your birthday. Be at the house at 10 a.m. Mommy has plans for you. - Daddy
She found the matte black card, heavy and cold, next to her half-dead succulent. An hour later, another text.
Catalina 💖: Did you eat, mija? I’m sending a car. You shouldn’t sleep alone in that little box. Come home.
She went. She always went.
That was the pattern. From that day forward, Mommy and Daddy consumed her life, detail by exquisite detail.
Daddy’s financial takeover was silent and absolute. Her student loan balance? Zero. Her landlord? Bought out. The dingy apartment was a memory; her new address was a sleek, sky-high condo in the King Tower, every bill, every utility, every streaming service autopaid from an account she never saw. Her personal bank account, once a nervous flutter of digits, was now perpetually, obscenely fat. A monthly “allowance” landed like clockwork—sums that made her gasp—with memos that read “For my wife’s pretty things” or “Just because you’re perfect.”
Mommy’s consumption was tactile, a constant flood of affection and luxury. Shopping sprees weren’t trips; they were conquests. They’d glide through boutiques where the staff knew Catalina by name, where Mommy would hold up silk and lace against Ember’s body, her dark eyes gleaming. “This one. And this. We’ll take it in every color.” The black card never left Catalina’s hand, never hesitated. Dresses, shoes, jewelry—all chosen by Mommy, all meant to make Ember feel like a treasure on display. For Daddy. They’d return to the mansion, arms laden, and Catalina would meticulously hang each piece in her own sprawling closet, which was now half Ember’s. “Our closet, baby. Everything we have is yours.”
Mommy was obsessively, relentlessly attentive. She’d wake Ember with soft kisses and fresh-squeezed juice, schedule her massages and waxes (always, always keeping her perfectly hairless for Daddy), and brush her curls for what felt like hours, humming Spanish lullabies. She fed her by hand sometimes, a plump strawberry, a spoonful of caviar, her gaze full of a love so deep it bordered on hunger. She was always touching, stroking, adjusting a strap, applying gloss to Ember’s lips. It was a smothering, heavenly devotion.
And Daddy… Daddy was the sun around which they all orbited. His obsession was a dark, dominant force. He’d call her in the middle of the day from his office. “What are you wearing?” A low growl down the line. She’d describe the lingerie Mommy had picked for her. “Good. Keep it on. I’m coming home in an hour to fuck you in it. Be bent over the couch waiting.” He’d hang up, and her entire body would thrum with anticipation.
Their submission to him was the bedrock of everything. A raised eyebrow from Malachi could silence a room. When he spoke, they listened. When he commanded, they obeyed. It wasn’t fear; it was a deep, cellular need to please. Ember found herself craving his approval, his rough hands, his growled praises. She’d sit at his feet while he worked, her head on his knee, and feel a peace so profound it scared her. Catalina would be on his other side, rubbing his shoulders, pressing kisses to his temple, her eyes constantly flicking to Ember with shared, secret adoration for their king.
The intimacy was a relentless, sacred ritual. Mommy’s worship of Ember’s pussy was a daily devotion. Long, lazy afternoons by the pool cabana or in the master suite’s absurdly large shower would find Ember sprawled on a pile of pillows, Catalina between her thighs, feasting on her with a focused, sensual greed that left Ember sobbing. Catalina used her mouth like an artist, licking, sucking, humming, her fingers stroking Ember’s inner thighs, until Ember came so hard she saw stars, her fingers tangled in that jet-black hair.
Then there were the kisses. Mommy could kiss for what felt like hours, deep, exploring, soul-stealing kisses that made Ember’s knees weak. They’d make out on the sofa like teenagers, Catalina’s hands cupping her face, her body, until Ember was a boneless, pliant thing, only coherent enough to whisper, “Mommy… need Daddy.”
And Daddy always gave her what she needed. He was always, always deep inside her, raw. It was non-negotiable. Where he belonged, he said, was in his pussy. His pussy. He’d push into her with that first, breathtaking stretch, a possessive groan tearing from his chest. “This is mine. Say it.”
“Yours, Daddy, all yours,” she’d chant, her back arching.
He’d fuck her with a brutal, possessive rhythm, his hands pinning her hips, his words filthy and sweet in her ear. “Gonna keep you full of me, wife. Gonna pump this tight little cunt so full of my cum you’ll taste it for days. You want that? You want my babies in this sweet belly?”
“Yes, Daddy, please, I want it, I want everything,” she’d babble, the climax building like a storm.
He’d watch her fall apart, his thrusts turning relentless, pounding into her until his own release flooded her, hot and claiming. He’d collapse over her, breathing hard, nuzzling her neck. “My good girl. My perfect wife.”
Kaiden was a ghost, a cheerful text from a different time zone. “Partying in Ibiza, babe! Miss you! Mom says you’re hanging with them? That’s cool.” He was oblivious, a boy playing at life while she was being claimed, owned, and rebuilt by a man.
And Ember… Ember loved it. She thrived in it. But the submission came with a spoiled, desperate edge. She grew addicted to the feeling of him, to the security of his weight, his possession. If he was away on business for two days, a frantic, clawing need would overtake her. She’d become petulant, throwing herself on the bed in their suite, crying real, frustrated tears.
“I need you, Daddy. I can’t sleep. It hurts. I need you inside me, now,” she’d whine over FaceTime, her face puffy and beautiful in its distress.
On the screen, Malachi’s eyes would darken with pure, unadulterated lust. “You crying for my dick, baby girl?”
“Yes! It’s not fair! You’re mine! Come home and fuck me, please!”
He’d chuckle, a low, thrilled sound. “Such a spoiled little baby over my cock. I love it. I’m on the jet. Be there in three hours. Have that pussy wet and waiting.”
And he’d come. He always came. He’d storm into the bedroom, still in his suit jacket, and she’d be there, naked and tear-stained on the silk sheets. He wouldn’t even undress fully, just unzip his pants, free his hard, thick length, and push her onto her knees. “You threw a fit for this? Then take it. Show Daddy how much you missed it.”
She’d suck him greedily, tears still on her cheeks, until he dragged her up, bent her over the footboard, and drove into her from behind, each thrust a punishment and a reward. “This what you wanted? This what you cried for?”
“Yes, Daddy! God, yes! Don’t stop! It’s yours, it’s all yours!” she’d scream, the hollowness inside her finally, blissfully filled.
Mommy would sometimes watch from the chaise in the corner, a glass of wine in hand, a soft, approving smile on her lips. She loved seeing Ember like this—needy, owned, utterly dependent on Papi’s love and discipline. Afterward, when Ember was limp and thoroughly fucked, Catalina would draw her a bath, wash her gently, and cradle her, whispering, “See, mija? Daddy always takes care of his girls. He can’t resist you.”
One evening, a few months in, they were in the home theater, a massive screen playing some old movie no one was watching. Ember was curled into Malachi’s side on a giant sectional, wearing only one of his dress shirts. Catalina lay with her head in Ember’s lap, idly stroking her bare thigh. The air was thick with contentment and latent desire.
Malachi’s hand was under the shirt, his broad palm possessively covering her lower belly. “You feel that, baby girl?” he murmured, his lips against her temple. “That’s where my son’s gonna grow. Soon.”
A thrill shot through her. She nuzzled into his neck. “I want that, Daddy. I want to give you everything.”
Catalina tilted her head up, her eyes shining. “We’ll be so happy, Papi. A baby for our queen.” She turned her face, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss against Ember’s stomach through the thin cotton.
Malachi’s hand slid lower, his fingers finding her already slick and ready. “Fuck, you’re always so wet for me,” he growled, his voice dropping. “Even when I’m just talking about putting a baby in you. You like that idea, don’t you? My little broodmare.”
Ember whimpered, spreading her legs wider. “I love it, Daddy. I love being yours.”
“Show me,” he commanded, shifting to loom over her. He didn’t remove the shirt, just pushed it up around her waist. Catalina slid down to the floor beside the couch, her eyes fixed on Ember’s face, one hand resting on Malachi’s calf as if to stay connected.
He entered her in one slow, deep push, seating himself fully. Ember cried out, her back bowing. He set a deliberate, grinding pace, each movement designed to rub his pelvis against her clit, to go as deep as possible. He braced himself above her, watching her face unravel.
“This cunt was made for me,” he stated, each word a thrust. “Made to take my dick, made to take my seed. You’re gonna swell up so pretty, wife. Gonna be full of me forever.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, her hips meeting his, her hands clutching at his powerful arms. Her eyes found Catalina’s. “Mommy…”
Catalina leaned in, capturing Ember’s lips in a desperate, loving kiss, swallowing her moans. She could taste the champagne on Catalina’s tongue, the salt of her own sweat. The dual sensations—Daddy’s relentless possession below, Mommy’s consuming affection above—shattered her. Her orgasm ripped through her with silent, breath-stealing intensity, her internal muscles clenching around him in rhythmic pulses.
It triggered his. With a final, brutal thrust, he stilled, a guttural roar tearing from his throat as he emptied himself into her, his body shuddering with the force of it. He collapsed on her, then rolled, pulling her onto his chest, keeping them joined. Catalina immediately curled around Ember’s back, draping an arm over them both, her lips pressed to Ember’s shoulder blade.
The credits rolled on the screen, casting moving shadows over their tangled bodies. Ember’s phone, discarded on the floor, lit up with a notification.
Kaiden ❤️: Just landed in Dubai! This place is insane. You’d love the shopping. Miss you, babe.
She felt the vibration against Malachi’s chest. He felt it too. His hand, splayed on her back, stilled for a second. Then he chuckled, the sound a deep rumble beneath her ear. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. The proof of his ownership was leaking from between her thighs, soaking into his skin. The message was just noise from a world that no longer held any claim to her.
She closed her eyes, breathing in the scent of them—spice, jasmine, sex, and power—and sank deeper into the only reality that mattered.