Chapter 2: The Morning Ritual
Catalina’s kiss was the only answer Ember needed. The vibration of the phone against Malachi’s chest faded into insignificance, a distant echo from a ghost. She poured all her newfound devotion, all her desperate need, into the kiss she returned to Catalina, her tongue tangling with Mommy’s, tasting love and champagne and sin.
Malachi’s hand on her back began to move, a slow, possessive circle over her spine. “Look at my wives,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Fuckin’ beautiful.”
Catalina broke the kiss, her lips glistening, and trailed her mouth down Ember’s jaw, to her neck, painting a path of soft, open-mouthed kisses. “She is everything, Papi. Everything we wanted.”
Ember whimpered, tilting her head back to give Catalina more access, her body arching subtly against Malachi. The sensation of being lavished with affection while being held by the solid, immovable force of her Daddy was a potent drug. It stripped away every last shred of hesitation, every phantom loyalty to the boy texting from Dubai.
“She needs more than kisses, baby,” Malachi said to Catalina, his fingers threading into Ember’s curls and giving a gentle, commanding tug.“Look at her.She’s dripping for us already. Been thinking about my cock all through the movie, haven’t you, sweet girl?”
Ember nodded, a soft moan escaping her as Catalina’s hand slid down her thigh, hitching her leg up over the back of the couch, opening her wider.“Yes, Daddy. I can’t stop thinking about it.I need it.”
“What do you need, baby? Use your words.” His tone was a low taunt, a test she was eager to pass.
“I need your cock, Daddy.I need you to fuck me. Please.”
Catalina made a soft, approving sound against her collarbone.“Such a good girl for Papi. Asking so nicely.” She shifted, her body sliding off the couch with predatory grace, and settled on her knees on the luxurious rug between Ember’s spread legs. The first touch of her breath against Ember’s inner thigh was electric.
Malachi watched, his dark eyes burning with ownership. He kept one arm firmly around Ember, pinning her to his side, while his other hand moved to Catalina’s head, his fingers sifting through her long, black hair. He didn’t guide her, not yet. He just held her, a symbol of his control over the scene about to unfold.
“Show her how much we love her, Cat,” he said, his voice dropping to a gravelly command.Catalina didn’t need further instruction. She leaned in, and her tongue, flat and warm and impossibly soft, dragged a slow, languid stripe from the very bottom of Ember’s slit all the way up to her throbbing clit. Ember cried out, her head falling back against Malachi’s shoulder, her back bowing. It wasn’t just the physical sensation, though that was devastating enough.It was the reverence in the act. The way Catalina’s hands came up to cradle her hips, thumbs stroking her hipbones, as if she were handling the most precious artifact in the world.
“Mommy…” Ember sobbed, the title a prayer.Catalina answered with her mouth. She sucked Ember’s clit into the warm, wet heat of her lips, applying a gentle, rhythmic pressure that made Ember’s toes curl. Her tongue flicked and circled, a masterful dance of teasing and direct stimulation. She would pull back to lick broadly through her folds, tasting her deeply, swallowing with a soft hum of pleasure that vibrated against Ember’s most sensitive flesh, before zeroing back in on her clit with relentless focus.
“That’s it, baby girl,” Malachi growled in her ear, his lips brushing her skin.“Let go for Mommy. Come all over that pretty mouth.She lives for the taste of you. Don’t you, Cat?”
Catalina moaned in affirmation, the sound vibrating against Ember, and doubled her efforts. Her fingers, slick with Ember’s arousal, slid down to circle her entrance, pressing gently but not entering. The duality was maddening—the intense, focused pleasure on her clit and the teasing, promising pressure at her opening.Ember’s breaths came in ragged gasps. She was writhing, but Malachi’s arm was an iron band, holding her steady for Catalina’s worship.She felt owned, cherished, used in the most exquisite way. A coil of pure heat tightened low in her belly, winding tighter and tighter with every stroke of Catalina’s tongue, every suck of her lips.
“I’m gonna… Mommy, I’m gonna come!” Ember warned, her voice high and strained.Malachi’s hand tightened in Catalina’s hair. “Make her come, wife.Drink it all.”
That was the final permission. Catalina’s mouth sealed over her, sucking hard, her tongue a relentless, fluttering point of contact. The coil snapped.Pleasure, white-hot and liquid, exploded through Ember’s veins. She screamed, a raw, uninhibited sound, as her orgasm ripped through her, convulsing her body in Malachi’s grip. Catalina rode it with her, drinking every pulse, every shudder, her soft moans of encouragement muffled against Ember’s flesh until the last tremor subsided.Ember went limp, boneless and spent, a sheen of sweat coating her skin. Catalina gave her one last, lingering lick, a slow clean-up that made her shiver with oversensitivity, before resting her cheek on Ember’s thigh, looking up at them both with dark, sated eyes.Malachi looked down at his wife, then at the woman in his arms. “Good,” he said simply, the word loaded with primal satisfaction. He shifted, moving Ember with easy strength. He laid her down flat on the wide couch, her curls spilling over the leather. Catalina rose to her feet, watching, her hand coming to rest on Malachi’s shoulder as he stood towering above Ember.
He unbuckled his belt, the sound loud in the quiet room.The slow slide of his zipper was a promise. He pushed his pants and boxers down just enough to free himself. His cock was already fully hard, thick and heavy, a dark contrast to his skin. He gripped himself at the base, giving a few slow strokes, his eyes never leaving Ember’s prone form.
“You see what you do to me, wife?” he said, his voice rough. “You and Mommy, turning me into a fuckin’ animal.Look how hard I am for you. This is all yours.”
“It’s so big, Daddy,” Ember breathed, her honey-brown eyes wide with a mix of awe and craving. The orgasm had taken the edge off, but it had also hollowed her out, made her needy for the fullness only he could provide.“Made for you,” he grunted. He nudged her legs wider with his knee, the movement brooking no argument. Catalina leaned over, her lips near Malachi’s ear.“She’s so beautiful like this, Papi. All open and waiting for you.” She then kissed his cheek before straightening, her gaze fixed on the point where they would join.
Malachi positioned himself at her entrance, the broad, slick head of his cock pressing against her.He didn’t push in.Not yet. He just rubbed himself through her wetness, coating himself in her and Catalina’s combined taste, teasing her swollen flesh. “You ready for me? You ready to be filled up?”
“Please, Daddy,” Ember begged, lifting her hips, trying to impale herself on him.“I need it. I need you so deep.”
With a groan that was pure dominance, he gave her what she wanted. He leaned his weight forward and pressed inside, not with a sudden thrust, but with a slow, devastating, continuous push that stretched her beautifully, burningly, full. Ember cried out, her nails digging into the couch leather. He was so much, more than any man had ever been, and the feeling of being perfectly, completely filled by him, owned by him, shattered her all over again.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his head dropping forward as he seated himself to the hilt. “This pussy… Goddamn.It was made for me. Sucking me in.” He held himself there, letting her adjust, letting them both feel the incredible tightness, the heat.
Catalina had knelt beside the couch again, her face level with their joining. She watched, enraptured, as Malachi began to move. He pulled back almost all the way, until just the tip remained, then drove back in with that same deep, rolling thrust. The pace was brutal in its slowness.Each withdrawal was a sweet agony of emptiness, each return a conquering relief. The sound of skin meeting skin, the wet, slick sounds of their union, filled the room.
“You feel that, Ember?” Malachi growled, his muscles corded with the effort of his control.“You feel how deep I am?I’m in your guts, baby girl. This is where I live now.”
“Yes, Daddy! Oh, God, right there!” she screamed as he angled his hips, hitting a spot that sparked fireworks behind her eyelids.
Catalina reached out, her fingers gently stroking Ember’s clit in time with Malachi’s thrusts.The dual stimulation was overwhelming. The fullness, the friction, the knowledgeable caress—it built a second climax inside Ember, higher and harder than the first. She was sobbing, her body shaking, completely subsumed by the sensations they were orchestrating upon her.
“That’s my girl,” Malachi panted, his control fraying. His thrusts became sharper, faster, his hips snapping against hers.“You gonna come on Daddy’s cock again? You gonna squirt all over me for Mommy to see?”
“Yes! Daddy, I’m gonna come! Please!” she begged, her world narrowing to the point of their joining, to the look in his eyes, to the feel of Catalina’s touch.“Do it.Come for us. Now.” His command was the final trigger.Ember shattered. Her orgasm wasn’t a wave; it was a detonation. It ripped through her with a violence that stole her breath, her vision whiting out. Her internal muscles clenched around him in desperate, rhythmic pulses, and she felt a hot gush of release that wasn’t just sensation but surrender.
It broke Malachi. With a roar that was half-growl, half-triumph, he slammed into her one final, perfect time and stilled, buried to the root. His body shook as he emptied himself into her, his release hot and seemingly endless, claiming her from the inside out, seeding her with a possessiveness that went beyond the physical. He collapsed over her, bracing his weight on his arms, his forehead pressed to hers, their sweat mingling. “My wife,” he whispered, the words a vow against her lips. “Mine.”
They stayed like that for long, breathless moments.Slowly, he softened and slipped from her body, a trail of his essence following. He rolled onto his back on the couch, pulling her immediately onto his chest. Catalina was there in an instant, curling around Ember’s back, draping a silken throw over them both. She pressed a kiss to Ember’s shoulder, then to Malachi’s bicep.
The room was silent save for their slowing breaths.The TV screen had gone dark. Outside, the first hints of dawn brushed the sky with pale gold.
Ember’s phone, forgotten on the floor, lit up once more.The screen showed another notification from Kaiden. A photo this time: him grinning on a yacht, crystal blue water in the background.
Malachi felt her slight stiffen at the faint glow.He didn’t look at the phone. He simply tightened his arm around her, his hand splayed possessively over her belly where his seed was still deep inside her.
Catalina’s hand came up to stroke Ember’s hair.“Sleep, mija,” she murmured. “You’re home.”
Ember closed her eyes. The ghost of her old life flickered on the floor, silent and ignored. Here, in the warm, sweaty tangle of their bodies, she was finally, unequivocally, home.
Here, in the warm, sweaty tangle of their bodies, she was finally, unequivocally, home.
Dawn painted the sky in streaks of rose and gold when Ember stirred. She was in the center of the massive bed in the master suite, one arm flung across Malachi’s broad chest, Catalina’s leg hooked over her own. The air smelled of sex, jasmine, and their mingled sleep. Malachi’s fingers were splayed low on her bare stomach, a claim even in unconsciousness. A profound, quiet certainty settled in her bones. This was her place. This was her world.
She shifted slightly, and Malachi’s hand flexed, pulling her tighter. His eyes opened, dark and immediately aware. “Morning, wife,” he rumbled, his voice sleep-rough and intimate.
“Morning, Daddy,” she whispered, her heart swelling.
On her other side, Catalina stirred, nuzzling into Ember’s hair. “Mmm. My beautiful girl is awake.” She pressed a soft kiss to Ember’s shoulder. “Did you sleep well, cariño?”
“Better than ever,” Ember breathed, and it was the truth. The last lingering ghost of guilt had been fucked out of her on the leather couch, replaced by a heavy, satiated peace.
Malachi’s hand began to move, stroking down from her navel through the neat, hairless triangle of curls. “Pussy’s still swollen from me,” he observed, his touch proprietary. “Feels perfect.”
A fresh, familiar ache pulsed between her legs at his words. She was sore in the most delicious way, a constant reminder of his possession. Yet, as his fingers traced her outer lips, a new, needy throb answered his touch. Her body was an insatiable thing for him, always hungry, always ready.
“Already?” Catalina murmured, propping her head on her hand to watch Malachi’s hand work. She smiled, a lazy, proud curve of her lips. “She’s so greedy for you, Papi. Wakes up hungry.”
“I can feel it,” he said, his gaze locked on Ember’s. He slid a thick finger inside her, and she gasped at the sudden, slick fullness. “Soaked already. Dreaming about my cock, baby girl?”
“Yes,” she admitted, her voice a husk. “Always.”
He withdrew his finger and brought it to his mouth, tasting her. “Good.” He then shifted, rolling onto his back and pulling Ember with him so she straddled his hips. The sheet fell away. Catalina moved like a shadow, rising to kneel beside them, her eyes dark with devotion.
Malachi’s erection was already solid against her thigh. “You want it?” he asked, his hands coming to grip her hips. It wasn’t really a question.
“Please, Daddy. I need it.”
“Then take it.” He guided himself to her entrance, the head nudging against her slickness. “Show me how much you missed it.”
She sank down onto him, a slow, trembling descent that made them both groan. The stretch was a bright, burning fullness, a homecoming. She braced her hands on his chest, her curls falling around her face as she began to move, riding him with a slow, grinding rhythm she knew he loved.
“Look at that,” Catalina breathed, her hand stroking Ember’s back. “Look at our girl taking her Daddy so good.”
Malachi’s hands were iron clamps on her hips, controlling her pace, driving her down harder onto him. “Fuck, that’s it. Use that pretty pussy. Milk me dry.” His words were gritted out, raw and filthy. “You love this dick, don’t you? Love being full of me?”
“I love it, I love it,” she chanted, her head falling back as sensation built, a coil tightening deep inside her core. The sight of Catalina watching them with rapt, hungry eyes only amplified the feeling, a voyeuristic thrill that was entirely sanctioned.
“Touch her, Cat,” Malachi ordered, his thrusts upward becoming more urgent. “Make her come for me.”
Catalina’s hand immediately slid around Ember’s hip, her fingers finding Ember’s clit with expert precision. She circled the swollen bud, her touch perfectly in sync with Malachi’s pounding rhythm from below. The dual assault was devastating. Ember’s cries grew louder, fractured.
“That’s my girl,” Malachi grunted, his eyes blazing up at her. “Scream for us. Let the whole house know who makes you feel this good.”
The orgasm hit her like a freight train, a seismic wave of pleasure that ripped a ragged scream from her throat. Her inner muscles clenched around him in violent spasms, and she felt him swell even thicker inside her.
“Gonna fill you up,” he growled, his own control shattering. He slammed her down onto him, holding her there as he erupted, his release pumping into her in hot, endless pulses. She collapsed forward onto his chest, feeling the proof of his claim flooding her, marking her from the inside.
They stayed locked together, breathing harshly. Catalina leaned down, kissing Ember’s sweaty temple, then Malachi’s lips. “So perfect,” she whispered.
Later, showered and wrapped in silk robes, they were in the sun-drenched breakfast nook. Catalina fed Ember bites of fresh fruit from her own fingers. Malachi scrolled through his tablet, one hand possessively on the nape of Ember’s neck.
“Meeting at ten,” he said, not looking up. “Gotta go downtown for a few hours.”
A pang of pure, irrational panic lanced through Ember. A few hours felt like a lifetime. She set her orange juice down, the glass clicking too hard on the marble. “A few hours?” she asked, trying to keep her voice light.
He heard the strain. He always did. His eyes lifted, sharp and knowing. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing,” she said too quickly, looking down at her plate.
“Ember.” His voice was a low warning.
She fidgeted, the silk of her robe suddenly irritating. “It’s just… you just… and now you’re leaving.” The words sounded childish, even to her. She felt Catalina’s hand cover hers on the table.
Malachi put the tablet down. He studied her, a slow smile spreading across his face. It wasn’t a kind smile; it was a predator’s smile, thrilled by the vulnerability of its prey. “You’re really that hooked, huh? Can’t let your pussy cool down for a single fucking morning?”
Heat flooded her cheeks, but she didn’t deny it. She couldn’t. She nodded, a tiny, shameful movement.
He chuckled, a deep, gratified sound. “Look at you. Spoiled rotten. Two orgasms since you woke up and you’re already jonesing for another fix.” He stood up, his chair scraping back. He walked around the table and tilted her chin up with a finger. “You’re a greedy little thing. My greedy little thing.”
He leaned down, his lips a breath from hers. “Tell you what. You be a good girl for Mommy today. Let her take care of you. And when I get home…” He kissed her, hard and possessive. “When I get home, I’m gonna tie you to that bed and fuck you so deep you forget your own name. How’s that sound?”
A shiver of pure anticipation rolled through her. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, her earlier distress evaporating, replaced by a throbbing need for the future he promised.
“Good.” He turned to Catalina, who was watching with a soft, understanding smile. “Keep her busy. Don’t let her sit around pouting for my dick all day.”
“Of course, Papi,” Catalina said, standing to kiss him goodbye. “We have a spa day planned. A full body treatment.”
He smirked, his eyes flashing. “I bet you do.” With a final squeeze to the back of Ember’s neck, he was gone, his presence leaving a vacuum in the room.
The day passed in a haze of scented oils and gentle touches. Catalina was true to her word, pampering Ember at the mansion’s private spa—a massage, a milk bath, a meticulous application of lotion to every inch of her skin. But every stroke of Catalina’s hands, every kiss placed on her shoulder, was a whisper of what was to come, a slow burn that kept Ember on edge.
By late afternoon, Ember was pacing the master suite in a lace teddy Catalina had laid out for her. The anticipation was a physical ache. She felt empty, twitchy, her skin too sensitive. She jumped when the bedroom door finally opened.
Malachi stood there, having shed his suit jacket and tie. He looked her up and down, his gaze stripping the lace away. “Been waiting, baby girl?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said, her voice trembling.
He didn’t touch her. He walked to the bed and sat on the edge, his posture relaxed, kingly. “Come here.”
She went to him, standing between his spread knees. Catalina entered quietly, closing the door and leaning against it, a silent, approving spectator.
“You been good for Mommy?” he asked, his hands coming to rest on her hips.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Show me how much you missed me.” He unbuttoned his pants, freeing his already hard cock. “On your knees. Both of you.”
Ember sank down immediately, the plush carpet soft beneath her knees. Catalina joined her, a graceful movement that ended with them side-by-side, facing him. The sight of it—the two of them, on their knees for him—sent a powerful thrill through Ember’s core.
“Look at that,” he breathed, stroking himself slowly. “My beautiful wives.” He guided himself toward Ember’s mouth first. “Open up, sweetheart. Show Daddy that pretty mouth.”
She leaned forward, taking the broad head past her lips. She swirled her tongue around the tip, tasting the salt and musk of him. He let out a gratified groan, his hand tangling in her curls. After a moment, he gently pulled her off. “Your turn, mi amor,” he said to Catalina.
Catalina took him into her mouth with a practiced ease, her lips forming a perfect seal as she took him deep, her eyes closing in bliss. They traded him back and forth like this, a shared worship. Ember would suck him, her tongue working along his length, then pull away, her lips wet and swollen, and watch as Catalina took over, her head bobbing with a sensual rhythm.
Between turns, they would kiss each other, deeply, passionately, tasting him on each other’s tongues. It was messy and intimate, a tangle of lips and shared breath and low moans. Malachi watched it all, his jaw tight, his chest rising and falling faster.
“Fuck,” he gritted out, his control visibly fraying. “That’s enough. Up. On the bed. On your hands and knees, Ember.”
She scrambled onto the bed, assuming the position, her back arched, presenting herself to him. Catalina arranged herself on the pillows beside them, her hand stroking Ember’s hair back from her face.
Malachi positioned himself behind Ember, one hand gripping her hip, the other guiding himself. He didn’t tease. He pushed into her with one solid, deep thrust that punched the air from her lungs.
“Oh, God!” she cried out, the fullness a shocking, perfect relief.
“Yeah,” he hissed, beginning a relentless, pounding rhythm. “This is what you needed, wasn’t it? This fat fucking cock splitting you open all day long.” Each drive of his hips slammed her forward, her cries muffled by the duvet.
Catalina’s voice was a constant, soothing counterpoint to his filthy talk. “That’s it, mija. Take him so well. You feel so good, don’t you, Papi? She’s so tight for you.”
“Like a fucking vise,” he grunted, his pace increasing, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. “Gonna breed this pussy. Gonna pump you so full you leak me for days.”
His words, the brutal, perfect friction, the feel of Catalina’s hands on her skin—it was too much. Ember felt herself hurtling toward the edge, a scream building in her throat.
“Come on, baby girl,” Malachi urged, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Come all over my dick. Do it now.”
The command shattered her. She came with a broken sob, her vision blurring, her body convulsing around him. Her climax triggered his. With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and roared, his release flooding into her, hot and endless. He collapsed over her, his weight a welcome anchor.
When he finally pulled out and rolled onto his back, Catalina was there instantly, cleaning Ember with a warm, damp cloth, murmuring sweet praises. Malachi pulled Ember into his arms, her back to his chest. Catalina curled around her front, completing the circle.