Chapter 12: The Mina-Orgasm-A-Thon
The silence that followed was a living thing. It pulsed with the echoes of their breathing, the rustle of silk as they shifted, the distant, indifferent hum of the city thirty stories below. They were a landscape of exhausted limbs and drying sweat, a fortress of flesh built against the world.
Bella felt the change in the air before she understood it. The energy had shifted from satiation to a low, resonant hum. Her head lay on Mina’s shoulder, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the damp skin of Mina’s stomach. Mina’s arm was tight around her, but the earlier tension had melted away, replaced by a deep, boneless lassitude. Yet beneath Bella’s own exhaustion, a new current was stirring—a spark of agency, of wanting to give back what she’d so greedily taken.
She tilted her head up. Mina’s eyes were closed, her face softened in the neon-dappled dimness. Bella watched the faint flutter of a pulse in her throat. Without a word, driven by an instinct as old as touch, Bella slid her hand down from Mina’s stomach, through the tight, damp curls, and found the slick, swollen heat between her thighs.
Mina’s breath hitched, a soft intake of air. Her eyes flew open, meeting Bella’s. There was no command in them now, only a startled, vulnerable question.
Bella held her gaze. She didn’t ask. She pressed her palm flat against Mina’s cunt, feeling the incredible heat, the tender flesh still quivering from the brutal stretch of two cocks. Then she slowly slid two fingers inside.
Mona gasped, her hips lifting off the bed. “Bella…”
“Shhh,” Bella whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming but firm. She leaned up, her mouth finding Mina’s breast. She took the nipple, hardened to a tight peak, into her mouth, sucking deeply, her tongue flicking the piercing. Her other hand came up, pinching and rolling Mina’s other nipple between her thumb and forefinger, twisting just shy of pain.
It was a reversal so complete it was dizzying. Bella, the student, the virgin, the offering, was now orchestrating sensation with a focused intensity she’d learned from watching the best. She fucked Mina with her fingers, curling them upwards, finding a rhythm that was slow, deep, and relentless. Her mouth worked Mina’s breast with hungry pulls.
“Oh, god… fuck…” Mina’s head arched back, her hands tangling in Bella’s red hair, not to guide, but to cling. Her strong thighs fell open wider, an invitation, a surrender. “Yes, right there, baby girl, just like that…”
Nico and Luca, who had been drifting in a haze of their own, propped themselves up on their elbows. They watched, their hunger rekindled not by a need to dominate, but by the sheer, breathtaking sight of Bella taking control. Luca’s hand went to his half-hard cock, giving it a slow, appreciative stroke. Nico’s sharp eyes missed nothing—the determined set of Bella’s mouth, the tremble in Mina’s limbs, the silent communication flowing between them.
Mina’s orgasm built fast, a tidal wave after hours of restraint. It wasn’t the sharp, brutal release they’d forced from her earlier. This was deeper, a rolling convulsion that started in her core and radiated outwards. She cried out, a raw, broken scream of Bella’s name that echoed off the black velvet walls. Her cunt clenched rhythmically around Bella’s fingers, gushing wetness that soaked Bella’s hand and the sheets beneath them.
Bella didn’t stop. She gentled her touch but kept her fingers moving, kept her mouth suckling, as Mina shuddered through the aftershocks. When Mina’s body finally went limp, Bella leaned close to her ear, her lips brushing the sweat-damp skin.
“You owe a punishment,” Bella whispered, her voice a low, thrilling echo of Mina’s own earlier threats. “A pussy fisting. A fucking machine in your ass while you watch them fuck me.”
Mina’s eyes, blown wide with pleasure, found Bella’s. A flicker of the old dominance returned, a challenge. “Is that a promise, tesoro?”
Bella shook her head, a small, fierce smile touching her lips. “No. That’s your fantasy. My counter-offer…” She withdrew her fingers, slick and gleaming, and brought them to Mina’s mouth, painting her lips with her own wetness. “…is an orgasm-a-thon. Nothing but pleasure. Until you can’t remember your own name.”
Before Mina could respond, Bella’s mouth was on hers, kissing her deeply, sharing the salty, musky taste. Then she moved back down Mina’s body, her green eyes blazing with a new kind of fire. She settled between Mina’s legs, her fingers returning to that hypersensitive clit, circling, pressing, varying the pressure with a quick-learning adeptness.“Nico. Luca.” Bella didn’t look at them. Her focus was entirely on Mina, on the flutter of Mina’s pulse in her inner thigh, on the way her cunt lips glistened. “Watch her.Touch yourselves. But don’t touch her. Not until I say.”
A beat of silence. Nico let out a low, incredulous laugh. Luca’s grin was pure wicked delight. They obeyed. They shifted to sit against the headboard, their powerful bodies a dark tableau of observation. Luca’s hand wrapped around his cock, the metal of his piercing cool against his palm. Nico’s strokes were slower, more deliberate, his eyes cataloging every hitch in Mina’s breath, every twitch Bella elicited.
Bella worked Mina with a single-minded dedication. She used her fingers, her tongue, the flat of her hand. She learned what made Mina’s back arch off the bed, what made her beg in a language that was half-curses, half-prayers. She brought her to a second, sharper peak, then a third—a shuddering, sobbing release that had Mina clawing at the sheets.
“Fuck… Bella… I can’t…”
“You can,” Bella murmured, her own body humming with sympathetic arousal, her nipples tight, her own cunt aching and empty. “You denied yourself five times. You’re only at three.”
She pushed Mina’s thighs wider, leaning in to lick a long, slow stripe from her perineum to her clit, swirling the sensitive bud with the very tip of her tongue. Mina’s scream was muffled by her own hand biting down on it.
Luca groaned, his strokes speeding up. “Christ, look at her. She’s gonna break our Mina.”
Nico’s voice was thick. “Let her.”
Bella’s fingers pressed back inside, fucking Mina hard and fast while her tongue worked her clit. The fourth orgasm was a silent, breathless explosion, Mina’s body seizing so violently Bella had to hold her hips down.
As Mina floated back, gasping, Bella finally looked up at the men. Their cocks were hard, dripping. “Now,” Bella said, her voice leaving no room for argument. “Her mouth. And her ass. I want her full.”
They moved like released hounds. Luca slid down the bed, positioning his cock at Mina’s lips. She opened her mouth wordlessly, and he fed himself inside, groaning as her tongue found his piercing immediately. Nico moved behind Bella, his hands on her hips, shifting her slightly to the side so he could position himself at Mina’s other entrance. He pressed in with a slow, controlled burn, his gaze locked on Bella’s face as he filled the tight, clutching heat.
Bella’s fingers never stopped. She curled them, scissored them, rubbed Mina’s clit with her thumb in rough, perfect circles. She was the conductor, and their three bodies were her instrument.
Mona was beyond words, beyond thought. Her world was a triad of relentless sensation: the thick stretch in her ass, the familiar weight of Luca’s cock on her tongue, and the brilliant, unending fire Bella was stoking in her cunt. Her body began to climax again, a continuous, rolling series of peaks with no valley between. She spasmed around Nico, milked Luca with her throat, flooded Bella’s hand with her release.
Luca came first, with a shout, his release pumping down Mina’s throat. She swallowed convulsively, the act triggering another violent clench around Nico. Nico’s control shattered; he hammered into her, his fingers digging into Bella’s hips as he emptied himself deep inside Mina’s ass.
The combined convulsions, the taste, the feel, the sight—it tipped Bella over the edge. She came untouched, a sharp, sweet shock that ripped through her as she watched Mina finally, completely break apart between them.Collapse. A sweaty, spent, breathing tangle of limbs. Mina was unconscious, a faint, utterly peaceful smile on her lips. Luca curled around her front, Bella at her side, Nico spooning Bella from behind. The whiskey glass on the bar across the room caught a shard of neon light, untouched, forgotten.
Nico’s lips pressed against the nape of Bella’s neck. “No one,” he whispered, the vow etched into her skin, “will ever take this from us. No one.”
Bella believed him. In the warm, ruined sanctuary of their bed, she allowed herself to believe. She closed her eyes, the sounds of the city a distant lullaby.
Downstairs, in the penthouse lobby, a single security monitor flickered. The elevator bank remained still. But on the street, a black sedan with tinted windows had been parked for two hours. Inside, a man with a phone watched the floor indicator that hadn’t moved since Nico and Luca had come home. He noted the time. He sent a single, coded text.
The war hadn’t started. It was already waiting.
It was already waiting.
The silence in the penthouse bedroom was a fragile, temporary shell. Inside it, their breathing slowly evened out, a tangled rhythm of four hearts syncing in the dark. Bella drifted, her cheek against Mina’s shoulder, the taste of salt and sex and power still on her tongue. Nico’s arm was a heavy, possessive weight across her waist, his fingers splayed over the curve of her hip. Luca’s soft snore vibrated against Mina’s back.
Nico’s eyes opened. They found Luca’s over the tangle of the women’s hair. No words were needed. A silent conversation passed in a glance, a minute tilt of the head toward the playroom door. A predatory understanding settled between them. The girls had orchestrated their own pleasure, had taken control. It was beautiful. It was also an invitation.
Luca’s lips curved into a slow, wicked smile. He gave an almost imperceptible nod.
He shifted first, his movement gentle, deceptive. He nuzzled into the crook of Mina’s neck, his lips finding her pulse point. His hand, which had been draped over her stomach, slid down. His fingers, clever and insistent, found her clit, still swollen and hypersensitive from Bella’s relentless attention.
Mona jolted awake with a sharp gasp. “Luca… fuck, I’m raw…”
“Shhh, just feeling how pretty and used you are,” he murmured, his voice a rough whisper against her skin. He kissed her shoulder, his other hand reaching across her to find Bella. He cupped Bella’s breast, his thumb rubbing circles around her nipple until it pebbled tight. “Our good girls. So fucking perfect.”
Bella stirred, a soft moan escaping her as Luca’s touch reignited sparks along her frayed nerves. Her own hand fluttered, seeking Mina’s, their fingers lacing together. She was dazed, pliant, her earlier fierceness softened by exhaustion.
This was the distraction. While Luca’s mouth and hands began a lazy, devastating campaign on both women, Nico slid from the bed. His exit was silent, a shadow detaching itself from the warmth. He padded naked across the bedroom floor, through the open door, and into the decadent gloom of the playroom.
The air still hummed with the ghost of their earlier sessions. He moved to a large, lacquered cabinet set into the far wall. Inside, nestled in custom foam, was the machine. The Sybian. It was a heavy, sinister-looking saddle of black leather and polished chrome. He lifted it out, the weight substantial in his arms, and placed it in the center of the room. From a drawer below, he retrieved the attachments: two sleek, silicone nodules for the clits, two substantial, ridged shafts for vaginal penetration, and two smaller, tapered ones for anal. He fitted them onto the powerful motors with quiet clicks.
Back in the bedroom, Luca had worked Mina onto her back. He was between her thighs, his tongue tracing slow, torturous patterns while two of his fingers pressed deep inside Bella from behind. Both women were arching, whimpering, their earlier satiation burned away by this fresh, lazy assault. They were lost in the sensation, in each other’s muffled cries.
“That’s it,” Luca coaxed, coming up for air, his chin glistening. “Just feel it. Don’t think.”
Nico reappeared in the doorway. He gave a single, curt nod.
In one fluid motion, Luca withdrew. He hooked his hands under Mina’s arms, hauling her off the bed. Nico did the same to a confused, gasping Bella. They didn’t explain. They simply carried them, their bodies limp and pliant from Luca’s ministrations, into the playroom.
The sight of the machine, gleaming under the low light, made Mina stiffen. “Oh my fucking god,” she breathed, her voice laced with genuine alarm. “No. No, you’re not…”
Nico kissed her, hard and silencing, as he lowered her onto the cold leather saddle. “Our little Bella said a Mina orgasm-a-thon.” He secured a wide leather strap across her hips, buckling it snug. “We’re just… expanding the guest list.”
Luca guided Bella onto the opposite side of the saddle, facing Mina. Their knees brushed. Bella’s wide, green eyes were fixed on the strange device beneath her. “What… what is this thing?” Her voice was small, a thread of fear weaving through her arousal.
Luca fastened her strap, his hands firm. “Your new best friend, baby.”
“The fucking Syb—” Mina tried, but her words cut off as Luca attached the first electro-pad high on her inner thigh. The cold adhesive made her jump.
“The fucking Sybian,” Nico finished for her, his tone conversational as he attached a matching pad to Bella’s thigh. He then took two vicious-looking nipple clamps from a tray. They were connected by thin wires to a central control box. He attached them to Mina’s nipples, the bite making her hiss. “Vibrating. Electro-current. The whole symphony.”
Bella flinched as Luca attached identical clamps to her, the sharp pinch a bright counterpoint to the throbbing between her legs. “Please,” Mina whispered, her bravado cracking as Nico positioned the vaginal attachment beneath her. “Not high. You know I ca… ca…”
Nico’s thumb hovered over a large, red button on the remote in his hand. Luca picked up the cattle prod from its charger, its tip buzzing with a faint, blue crackle. In his other hand, he lifted a violet wand, its glass electrode glowing with a soft, malevolent purple light.
“You can,” Nico said softly. “And you will.”
He slammed the button.
The world dissolved into a scream of pure, unmediated sensation. The saddle roared to life, the motors a violent hum that vibrated up through their bones. The attachments drove up into them simultaneously, the ridged shafts filling their cunts, the smaller ones pressing insistently at their assholes. A brutal, rhythmic pounding began, a mechanical fucking that stole the air from their lungs.
The electro-pads on their thighs fired, jolting their muscles into locked, painful spasms. The nipple clamps came alive, sending sharp, buzzing currents straight into their nervous systems.
“MOTHERFUCKER!” The scream was a duet, torn from both their throats.
Mona’s body bowed, her head thrown back. “Fuck! Fuck, you bastards!” She was a live wire of agony and pleasure, her curses painting the air. Bella’s experience was wordless, a continuous, high-pitched moan that broke into screams as the machine’s relentless rhythm found a devastating sync with her body. Her climax hit her like a truck, a gushing, squirting release that soaked the saddle, her thighs, and sprayed across Mina’s stomach.
The conductive fluid connected them. The electricity from Mina’s pads arced through the stream, intensifying, biting into her own skin. “Goddamn it, Bella!” Mina shrieked, her body convulsing. “Stop squirting everywhere! It’s conducting, you little—ah, fuck!—it makes it worse!”
Bella could only sob between the machine’s relentless drives. “I can’t! I can’t motherfucking help it!”
Another orgasm ripped through Bella, another gush. Mina screamed as the shock intensified. “When we get out of this hell,” Mina panted, her words jerking with each mechanical thrust, “you are getting your pussy fisted! Do you hear me? If you don’t stop squirting!”
Nico and Luca circled them, laughing, their own arousal evident. Luca dragged the buzzing tip of the cattle prod lightly up Bella’s spine. She shrieked, her back arching violently. Nico touched the violet wand to Mina’s hip, the purple lightning dancing over her skin, making her curse and buck against the straps.
“Look at them,” Luca grinned, his eyes wild. “Fucking perfect.”
“Kiss her,” Nico commanded, his voice cutting through the din. “See if that helps.”
Desperate for any anchor, Bella lunged forward, her mouth finding Mina’s. The kiss was messy, a clash of teeth and tongues, a conduit for shared screams. The moment their lips connected, the electricity from their shared circuit surged, a fresh, searing jolt that made them both cry out into each other’s mouths.
The threat of fisting was forgotten, lost in the electric, vibrating haze. They were just two bodies on a runaway machine, climaxes washing over them in unending waves, one blurring into the next. Their moans became a constant, ragged soundtrack. Their bodies gleamed with sweat and squirt, trembling on the edge of consciousness.
Nico watched them for a long, final moment, their eyes rolling back, their screams reduced to whimpers. He set the remote to its maximum setting, locking it in place. The machine’s hum deepened, becoming a punishing thrum.
He shared a last look with Luca, a look of dark, profound satisfaction. Then, without a word, they turned their backs on the shuddering, screaming women.
They left the playroom, closing the soundproof door behind them, muffling the cacophony. In the hallway, Luca pushed Nico against the wall, his mouth hungry, his hands tearing at his own pants. Nico met him with equal ferocity, their earlier voyeuristic arousal demanding its own release. They fucked right there, against the cool plaster, a rough, frantic coupling of shared power and unspoken alliance, the muffled screams from the playroom their only audience.
Inside, the machine thrummed on. Bella’s world had narrowed to a pinpoint of overwhelming sensation. Mina’s curses had dissolved into a continuous, sobbing moan. Their bodies, spent beyond all limits, finally surrendered. One after the other, their heads lolled forward, their screams dying in their throats. They slumped against the straps, unconscious, as the Sybian continued to piston into their limp, overstimulated bodies, until the timer finally clicked off into silence.
Mina’s consciousness returned in a nauseating wave, each pulse of the memory a fresh humiliation. The machine’s violent thrum still echoed in her bones. Her thighs were slick, her cunt throbbed with a deep, bruised ache, and the phantom bite of the electro-pads lingered on her skin. She took a sharp, shaking breath, the cool air of the silent playroom stinging her lungs.
Beside her, Bella was utterly still, a marionette with cut strings. Her red hair was plastered to her temples, her body gleaming with sweat and the evidence of her own relentless pleasure. Mina swallowed, the metallic taste of pride and fury coppery on her tongue. She fumbled with the buckle on her own hip strap, her fingers clumsy and trembling. The leather released with a heavy snap.
She stood on legs that felt like water, steadying herself against the now-silent Sybian. Her gaze landed on Bella’s limp form, a complex knot of affection and ruthless intent tightening in her chest. She had promised a fisting. A promise was a contract in this room.
Mina’s strength, honed by years of controlling every scenario, coalesced into a cold, focused purpose. She unstrapped Bella, catching her dead weight with a grunt. She half-carried, half-dragged the unconscious girl to a padded sawhorse near the far wall. It was a stark, functional piece of furniture: black leather over a steel frame, with adjustable restraints at each corner.
Mina heaved Bella’s torso over the central bar, positioning her so her ass and cunt were presented high in the air. She secured Bella’s wrists and ankles to the sturdy legs with practiced efficiency, the thick cuffs swallowing her slender limbs. Bella hung there, utterly vulnerable, her pale skin a canvas of marks and wetness.
Mina walked to a glass cabinet, her footsteps loud in the quiet. She selected a bottle of clear, viscous lubricant. Then her hand closed around the cold, heavy weight of the electro-steel dildo. It was a brutal piece of engineering: thick, unyielding, with a complex network of seams hiding the internal circuitry. She set them on a rolling tray beside the sawhorse.
The playroom door opened.
Nico and Luca walked in, having cleaned up. They were naked again, their skin still damp from the shower. They stopped, taking in the scene: Bella’s unconscious form strapped over the horse, the gleam of the steel toy, the determined set of Mina’s shoulders.
“Mina?” Luca’s voice was a low rasp, intrigued. “What’s ya doing?”
Nico’s sharp eyes cataloged the elements: the lube, the intimidating dildo, the small cylindrical suction devices in Mina’s hand. He watched as she bent, attaching one suction cylinder to Bella’s swollen, pierced clit. Bella didn’t even twitch. Mina attached two more to her tender, peaked nipples. A slow, understanding smile spread across Nico’s face. Luca caught it, and his own grin followed, wolfish and approving.
They knew. They remembered the clicker, the electrical pads, the way Bella’s body sang under that specific voltage of pain-pleasure. Her subconscious, electro-loving id was about to get a banquet.
“I’m getting my payback,” Mina stated, her voice flat and cold, though a feverish light danced in her eyes. She flipped a switch on a small control box. The suction devices whirred to life, drawing Bella’s clit and nipples into engorged, hyper-sensitive peaks. “I’m fisting Bella’s pussy after using this electro-steel beauty on her. Then I’m going to fuck her in the ass with it while my fist is still in her cunt.” She glanced at them, a challenge in her gaze. “Will one of you wake her up? I want her to feel every second of this.”
Luca didn’t hesitate. He crossed the room, his cock already half-hard from the spectacle. He leaned over the sawhorse, his mouth near Bella’s ear. He didn’t gently coax. He bit her earlobe, sharp and sudden.
“Rise and shine, princess. Show’s about to start.”
Bella jerked awake with a gasp, confusion and residual pleasure clouding her green eyes. Before she could orient herself, before she could even speak, Mina leaned in and ripped the suction cylinders off her nipples and clit in one brutal, simultaneous motion.
The sensation was a lightning bolt of pain and shocking, direct stimulation.
Bella screamed, a raw, shattered sound that tore from her throat. “WHAT THE FUUUUCK!”
Mina didn’t answer with words. She answered with action. She grabbed the cold, heavy steel dildo, slicked it with a copious amount of lube, and without any preamble, slammed it into Bella’s dripping, waiting cunt.
The invasion was massive, unyielding, and ice-cold. Bella’s scream choked into a guttural sob. Mina thumbed a switch on the dildo’s base.
A sharp, buzzing current, far stronger than the pads, erupted inside her. It arced through her womb, her clit, her very nerves. Her back arched violently against the restraints. “OHGODOHGOD!”
Mina began to piston the electrified steel in and out, the rigid curve hitting Bella’s engorged clit with every brutal thrust. Squirts of clear fluid flew from Bella with each impact, pattering onto the leather and the floor below. She was coming immediately, a continuous, uncontrollable seizure of orgasm, her body convulsing around the metal invader.
Nico and Luca moved in. Nico’s hands found Bella’s tormented nipples, pinching and twisting the sensitized flesh. Luca fed his rigid cock into her screaming mouth, silencing her cries with his length, fucking her throat in time with Mina’s thrusts. “Suck it, baby,” Luca grunted, his hands tangling in her red hair. “Suck it while you get electrified.”
Mina climbed onto the sawhorse, straddling Bella’s shoulders. She lowered her soaked, swollen cunt directly onto Bella’s face. “Eat pussy,” she commanded, grinding down. “Eat me while Nico shoves that dildo in your tight ass.”
Bella, drowning in sensation, tried to form a protest. Her words were muffled by Luca’s cock. “Mmmph! But… my pussy…!”
Mina leaned down, her voice a vicious, sweet whisper directly into Bella’s ear as she rocked against her mouth. “Bella, baby, did I tell you I was done fisting your pussy? Did I say ‘instead of’?” She pulled back, slamming the dildo deeper. “No. I said after the dildo, then the fisting. Pay attention.”
“No, no, no!” Bella wailed around Luca’s shaft, the vibrations making him curse and thrust harder.
“Nico,” Mina barked, her own breath becoming ragged as Bella’s tongue found her clit. “Lube my hand. My whole fist.”
Nico, his eyes dark with feral arousal, grabbed the bottle. He poured the cool, slick gel over Mina’s hand, working it between her fingers, coating her knuckles. At the same time, Mina lowered her head, her mouth finding Bella’s distended, buzzing clit. She sucked it hard, her tongue swirling over the piercing.
“Luca,” Mina moaned, her voice hitching as Bella’s tongue worked miracles on her. “Fuck me. Please. Fuck me while she eats me out.”
Luca withdrew from Bella’s mouth with a wet pop. He moved behind Mina, positioning himself at her entrance. He drove into her with a single, deep stroke, making her cry out. The sawhorse rocked with the force.
“Oh, and Bella, baby,” Mina gasped, her body being pushed forward by Luca’s thrusts. “Luca likes his balls played with and sucked on too. So be a good girl. Eat me and pleasure Luca.” She groaned as Luca’s pace increased. “You can multitask, right?”
Bella’s mind shattered. Her world was a cyclone of contradictory, overwhelming sensation: the steel electricity in her cunt, the impending, terrifying stretch of Mina’s fist, Nico’s hands on her nipples, Mina’s cunt smothering her, the taste of sex, the need to please, the impossibility of it all. She screamed, a sound of sheer, overloaded ecstasy, as she tried to obey. Her head turned slightly, her lips seeking Luca’s sac as he fucked Mina above her.
Nico, watching Mina’s focus split between riding Bella’s face and preparing her fist, saw his opening. His hand left Bella’s nipple and slid down her slick stomach. He found her huge, throbbing clit, swollen from the suction and the electricity. He pressed the heel of his hand against it, applying a firm, grinding pressure.
That was the final circuit breaker.
Bella’s body locked. Every muscle corded. A soundless scream stretched her lips around Luca’s balls. A flood, more than a squirt, a torrent of release gushed from her, soaking Mina’s wrist, the dildo, Nico’s hand, the floor. Her climax was endless, a nuclear detonation that wiped all coherence, all thought, leaving only pure, screaming sensation.
Through the haze of her own pleasure, as Luca pounded into her, Mina looked down. She saw Bella’s ruined, beautiful face, the tears streaking through the mess, the utter ecstatic surrender. A wave of something fierce and possessive washed over her, hotter than vengeance, more profound than any play.
She forgot about the fist.
Nico didn’t. He saw her distraction. He kept his hand on Bella’s clit, milking the last shudders from her, his other hand circling Mina’s lubed wrist. He guided her slippery, clenched fist to Bella’s stretched, fluttering entrance. He looked into Mina’s blown-wide eyes, his gaze an unspoken command, a promise, a shared secret.
This was no longer just payback. This was consecration.
Mona understood. She nodded, breathless. With Luca fucking into her from behind, with Bella trembling and sobbing beneath her, Mina pressed her knuckles against Bella’s opening. She pushed forward, into the wet, clutching heat, as Nico, with his free hand, began to work the electro-steel dildo from Bella’s cunt, making way for the ultimate invasion.