Chapter 4: Climax
As Lily Stone welcomed her next client, Ethan Davis, into her private practice room, she couldn't help but feel like a spider in her web. She took a moment to run her fingers through her long blonde hair, using the intimate gesture to heighten her own anticipation as she veiled her true intentions behind her best bedside smile. Lily had been satisfying her own cravings with Ethan as her unsuspecting toy, an indulgence that had grown darkly addictive.
She would summon him back into the trance state whenever she needed relief, even as he continued to seek her help for his insomnia.
"Now Ethan," she murmured, guiding him into a plush armchair, "let's focus on calming your mind and allowing your body to fully relax." She continued her hypnotic words, lulling him as she gently strummed her fingers along his forearm. Delicate hairs stood on end beneath her featherlight touch, prelude to his all-consuming surrender.
Her sultry words worked their magic with every breath, unravelling his resistance. All too soon, he'd be under, his thoughts pliant and guided by her whims.
As Lily deepened Ethan's trance, she entertained a devious notion — to incorporate Alex Miller into this twisted power play. She had seen how the kind-hearted man with short brown hair and a slender build squirmed under her scrutiny. It was only a matter of time before she took him into her web, too.
Lily paused her hypnotic words, focusing on Alex as she continued to manipulate Ethan. She thought about his vulnerability and the secrets he had shared with her. He was her perfect new victim, innocent and gentle. A ripple of satisfaction spread through her, and she allowed her voice to trail away, prolonging the anticipation.
"Ethan," Lily whispered, eyes on Alex, "I want you to imagine that Alex is here with us. His presence brings you peace."
She watched, transfixed, as Ethan's muscles tensed.
His mind must be painting a vivid portrait of Alex inside the trance. A pause, a slow exhalation of breath, and Lily continued her suggestive manipulation.
"Alex will now be joining our therapy sessions, Ethan. And we shall work together to create an even deeper state of tranquility. Can you feel the influence of his calming spirit growing within you?" she queried gently, holding Ethan's eyes to keep him locked within her spell.
Lily's private practice room seemed more welcoming than ever with the contemplation of this new partnership.
She knew just how deliciously potent the twisted dynamic of her clients would be, with one already obeying her every command and the other about to be ensnared and paraded before his unconscious ally.
"Don't struggle, Ethan," she coaxed, her voice low and soothing. "Let your mind float across the room, where you sense Alex's calming presence."
Lily closed her eyes and visualized the serene scene playing like a film in Ethan's mind.
His unconscious mind unfolded, accepting Alex into their realm. The powerful businessman, still unbeknownst to him, would become Lily's secret plaything, wholly at her mercy in his trance state.
As the afternoon wore on and Alex arrived for his session, the fragile vulnerability he wore like a second skin made him an irresistible target. Lily moved towards him, her fingertips trailing along the sheet-covered sofa as she passed, taking pleasure in rousing his own aroused, uneasy anticipation.
Alex would soon learn the depth of her control, just as Ethan had.
She glanced at Ethan, that pleasant, comforting expression still tugging at her mouth as a cruel parody of genuine concern. His breaths came soft and even and his unfocused gaze, unseeing. Lily believed herself to be ruthless when it came to her games, but she hadn't anticipated one key factor in her master plan: the greedy thrill of adding a third puppet to her enthralled ensemble.
"Alex, I'm glad you decided to join us," she offered warmly, as if his unexpected presence was nothing more than a harmonious chance. "Won't it be inspiring to have another eager student learning the path to restored sleep and reduced anxiety?"
The room felt warmer, the weight of each breath heavier with Alex's arrival, and Lily reveled in this added layer of control. The opportunity to see her two playthings react to the presence of one another would surely satiate her primal hunger.
Alex hesitantly nodded, his lips pursed.
"I'm just here for the therapy, like always." The uncertainty behind his nerve-laden words told Lily that she had already plucked a fragile strand from the anxious man's psyche, a thread that she could tug to maximize his distress. She had no doubt that she could leave him trembling in anticipation and dread, but her delight in torturing her subjects was tempered by a finely-tuned sense of what could be teased from them for her own carnal satisfaction.
"Of course," she soothed, caressing Alex's arm.
"Let's begin by getting you comfortable, just as we did with Ethan. After all, we are a team, learning and growing together, aren't we?"
Lily left no room for debate, deftly guiding Alex to a chair next to Ethan. The two clients, seemingly oblivious to each other in their trance-like states, promised to be an irresistible combination. A lethal cocktail of anxiety, masculinity, and submission would be the perfect backdrop to Lily's sinister playground.
As the next session began, Lily started the hypnotic induction on Alex, her voice exercising its power over his unguarded thoughts. His muscles tensed and relaxed, lulled by her rhythmic, undemanding words.
"You feel so relaxed, Alex," Lily purred, the low sound of her voice summoning primal desires from those who gathered in her seductive sanctuary.
"Deeper, imagine falling into a serene void," she whispered.
"Alex, you're becoming a part of a charming, secret realm - a place where fantasies and reality intertwine, unbeknownst to your sleeping mind."
Slowly, she shifted her attention to Ethan. His still, somber body mirrored her calming demeanor. Ruminating on the dizzying manipulations, she controled her subjects, Lily could she feel the first inklings of an exhilarating, symbiotic dance of power and pleasure — one fueled by her clients' vulnerabilities and her expertise in exploiting them.
Yet something about the addition of Alex, the quiet, serious man who she had secretly pined for, injected newfound excitement into her manipulations.
Lily knew that it was time to weave her intricate web of deception even deeper. She couldn't help but revel in the thrill of the hunt — each session with Alex and Ethan brought her nearer to the delicious addiction of her effects on them.
As time passed, Lily grew more entwined in her own deceptions, concealing her true self from her clients, who had come to rely upon her.
Lily took a moment to glance at her reflection in the room's mirror. She saw a charming, attractive, confident hypnotherapist, the fabrication she had meticulously crafted over years of dedication to her art.
Few knew that she was born a man, once so lost in the morass of youthful confusion, and now a solitary woman in her middle ages.
The subterfuge was paramount to Lily, a secret that summoned extraordinary measures, manipulating her unsuspecting clients to please her ever-growing sensual appetite.
As Lily stood by the mirror, the synchronicity of carefully orchestrated moments unfurled in her mind like a rich tapestry. She twirled a lock of her golden tresses and recalled the journey that made her who she is. Lily's life had not always been this intricate dance of seduction and power.
She recalled her early years, born a man, buried beneath the morass of youthful confusion, stifled by a family that could not understand. These recollections brought a mix of pain and nostalgia, weaving their way into the very fabric of her manipulative elixir.
Each day, she stepped through the threshold of her office to immerse herself in this dark world of subterfuge. Here, Lily became the person she always envisioned herself to be: captivating, enchanting, magnetic.
A life-altering decision led her to become the charming, attractive, intelligent hypnotherapist who uses her skills to manipulate her clients while remaining transgender, keeping this secret from her patients. It was a secret that provided her with endless control.
But Lily soon discovered that manipulation through hypnotism wasn't merely a form of sexual release; she relished her impact on people's lives.
With it, she found a means to navigate a world that shunned authenticity, taking power away from the hands that would force her to fit in. For Lily Stone, her chromosomes' deceitful whisper no longer mattered.
As atmosphere filled Lily's private practice room, it set the tone - a stage for her to engage in this high-stakes game. The minimalistic decor in shades of taupe quickly put her clients at ease, even as her words cast webs of suggestibility and misdirection around them.
Subtle ambient music played throughout the hypnotherapy sessions, the faint strains of "Moonlight Sonata" mingling with her soft, soothing tones as they worked to entrance her unsuspecting targets.
As Lily continued to orchestrate her symphony of desire, her own pleasure grew in tandem. The chill in the air against her exposed skin—the result of a mischievous draft—provided a sensual thrill with every gust.
Lily's modest yet captivating attire clung to her body like a lover's embrace, and the soft overhead lighting interwove with shadows beyond the reach of her vanity, further enhancing this intimate moment. Though her mind surrendered to the warmth of self-satisfaction, a single thought persisted amongst the indulgent reverie.
_How,_ she pondered, _will I wield this newfound power?_
Such a delicate balance required Lily to remain ever cognizant of the delicate tendrils binding her victims—her toys—to their every whim.
This intoxicating dance turned into a near-constant ballet, the pull and tug of her invisible strings. Yet Lily took heart in knowing that the profound pleasures she wrought spoke for themselves. She imagined her trysts as a means to grant her clients the ultimate escape—an unspoken gift, delivered with a sly, subtle smile.
As the days wore on in Lily's secret life, these manipulations became the loving breath that nurtured her elusive desire. Each session proved a testament to the tenacity with which she'd wrapped her beguiling webs.
Lily watched her pliant subjects, like puppets eager to serve their master's wanton will. The musk of desire hung heavy in the air, as palpable as the atmosphere of control and power that brewed between them.
Lily turned to Alex, beckoning him with a wave of her fingers.
"Undress, my sweet," she whispered.
A shiver of anticipation danced down her spine.
Lily motioned for Alex to join her on the full-sized bed that occupied one corner of the room, a luxurious indulgence she offered only to her most trusted—or should she say, most manipulated?—clients.
Alex obeyed, removing each item of clothing slowly and deliberately, revealing an unassuming yet athletic frame. He then stood meekly at the side of the bed, seemingly unsure of what to do next. Lily smirked.
"Come now, Alex,'' she uttered huskily.
"Kneel on the bed, facing Ethan. You know what comes next.''
A creeping tension wound around the room as Lily watched her manipulation unfurl.
Drawn on by her hypnotic suggestions, Alex complied, his taut body settling into a kneeling form, hovering just above Ethan's supine figure. His bare chest rose and fell with each trembling breath, his slender legs parting hesitantly to accommodate her sinister requests.
Lily stood just feet away from Alex, commanding the space with her presence as she peeled off the silky layers that concealed her own body.
Off came her blouse, baring flawless, round breasts crowned by delicate pink nipples; then stepped out of her skirt, leaving only her black lace thong and matching garters. Lily relished the arousal she sparked in her subjects, the feverish excitement that set their cocks at absolute attention.
Her hand dropped lazily to Alex's toned ass, squeezed it softly, kneading the firm flesh like dough. She leaned forward to whisper heatedly into his ear, "Fuck him, Alex. Slowly."
And like the obedient man that he was, Alex eased his cock into Ethan's tight, quivering hole without any resistance—the two bodies molding together as one. Lily's pussy clenched at the sight—a dizzying maelstrom of sheer, carnal delight washing over her.
She moved closer to the action, watching with rapt excitement as Alex gripped Ethan's hips, pistoning back and forth, each thrust sending shockwaves of heady satisfaction throughout the dimly lit room.
A soft, primal grunt escaped Alex with each forceful penetration, drawing a vivid picture of the submissive, anxious man's darkest, most secret carnal desires being unleashed. Ethan's desperate whimpers, meanwhile, served as a tantalizing ode to the insidious reach of Lily's devious manipulations.
It was impossible to look away as she ordered Alex to increase his rhythm, swirling her delicate fingers through Alex's tousled hair while whispering filthy obscenities.
"Faster, Alex. God, yes. Like that." Lily moaned, her voice dripping with decadent pleasure, as she watched their synchronous bodies dance to her lascivious tune.
Alex obeyed, plunging deeper into Ethan's waiting ass, sweat dripping down his chest as he submitted to her sinister demands.
Lily delighted in the spectacle she had created—the two muscled, handsome men lay entangled on her bed, completely vulnerable to the hypnotic web she had spun around them.
Lily's hand wandered down to her own slick pussy, groaning in delight and clenching around her fingers as she took in the sight of her dominated clients.
"You like that, don't you, Ethan?" she taunted, smile widening as his head tossed helplessly on the pillow, gasping as Alex pistoned into him.
"Answer me, Ethan. Tell me you like this, taking that gorgeous cock, and knowing I made it happen."
He nodded jerkily, panting harshly with each powerful thrust. "Yes, Lily. God, yes."
She knelt at the foot of the bed, stroking her cock in time with their steadily increasing rhythm. The scent of arousal permeated the air between them, spurring her on, fueling the debauched and torrid energy pulsating throughout the room.
Lily, entwined by her hunger to dominate, took full advantage of her pawns in this perverse game of lust.
Her captivating eyes gleamed, mesmerized by the erotic voyage she chaperoned - invigorating and unapologetic in its raw decadence. Like spectral serpents, her manicured fingers snaked up Ethan's bulging torso and onto Alex's tightly muscled back, joined in awakened euphoria.
She moaned, the reverberation escaping into the suffused atmosphere.
Tugging the two of them closer, Lily cast an urgent look from one's flushed face to the other, signaling the new direction her hunger took them in. Their movements slowed, heads tilting in the anticipation of savoring her next words.
"I want you both - Now," Lily commanded, the hypnotic tone lingering despite the urgency grabbing her.
The room brimmed and trembled with their combined breaths, her command crackling in the air like static electricity.
She didn't need to elaborate or instruct them further—they both knew what was needed, what she demanded.
In an instant, their movements shifted to mirror her searing gaze, Alex pulling out, positioning himself at Ethan's lips. Lily's breath caught as Ethan opened up willingly, taking him in—an offering to the insatiable hunger that gnawed at her.
Lily watched with unbridled pleasure, the last vestiges of her composure crumbling to dust.
Her own hand slid between her thighs as desire clawed its way through her. The act of control, of manipulation, had never been so explosively erotic. Swearing under her breath, she stroked herself as she pushed her toys to their limits.
The scene played out before her like an indecent ballet, a display of wanton abandon, and she was its choreographer. Alex's hips ground into Ethan's face, desperate for release, while Ethan lapped and sucked and swallowed, eager to taste his master's lackey.
Lily's grip tightened around her cock, matching the grinding tempo of their newfound arrangement. Her cock throbbed, swollen and sensitive, as pre cum dripped steadily down her trembling legs. Watching her subjects sate each other was the ultimate high, her cock throbbing in time with their mating call, as though it longed to join in.
"Don't stop," Lily panted, ensnared in a hazy reverie.
Her words rang in the room, electrifying the atmosphere. Eyes half-lidded, she watched as their bodies moved in sync, a sweaty, writhing mass of primal hunger. The scent of sex permeated the air, providing an earthy and intoxicating aphrodisiac.
Alex's hips rotated, grinding against Ethan's face, while Ethan's tongue flicked and teased, tasting every inch of his partner. The tableau of raw desire played out before Lily, driving her to the edge.
Frissons of excitement coursed through her veins as she neared her peak, the symphony of Alex's and Ethan's moans and sighs heightening her pleasure.
Lost in her lust-induced euphoria, Lily sank deeper into the experience, desperate to memorize every second, each fleeting touch, taste, and scent.
She leaned back against the divan, straddling her silk-clad thighs, as her free hand snaked beneath her satin undergarments to fondle her aching cock.
Sweat glistened on her brow, a testament to the frenetic tempo building between the two men before her. Her mistressy grip roved over the hard, slick length of her member, matching herself to their steady grind.
"Harder," she breathed, her voice ragged against the sound of skin slapping skin. Her words lingered in the air, electrifying the scene, bolstering the intense fervor that coursed through the room.
Eyes still screwed shut, Alex groaned aggressively, wildly thrusting his hips, mercilessly fucking Ethan's greedy mouth. Ethan, eager and compliant, lapped at Alex's solid length, the sloppy sounds of wet, eager flesh filling the room. Lily's other hand drifted to her breasts, squeezing and kneading. She pinched her pert nipples, rolling them between her fingers, allowing her mounting ecstasy to boil over.
Her free hand continued to pump furiously, twisting at the end, forming a tight fist around the sensitive mushroom head.
Lily watched, captivated, as visions of her fucking Alex in a punishing rhythm filled her mind, his sweat glistening on her tits as he took her harder than any man before. Her mouth fell open, panting, moans escaping in a staccato rhythm, just like their carnal dance.
Ethan, in turn, answered her risqué call, reaching down to jerk himself at a fierce tempo.
Lily's grip tightened around her own cock as she watched him pleasure his thick, veiny shaft.
"Keep going, Ethan. Don't stop." she coaxed huskily.
The hypnotist, now a salacious voyeur, marveled at the tableau - three beings locked in a dance of pleasure, achingly vulnerable. A wicked grin curled Lily's lips as she reveled in her absolute dominion, their Mastermind conductor.
Moans and primal grunts filled the air, encapsulating the image of uninhibited lust.
"Fucking hell, yes! Just like that," Ethan groaned, desperation etched in every line of his face. He reveled in this brand-new sensation unbeknownst to him, anticipating the orgasm barreling down upon him like a freight train.
Lily skillfully toyed with Alex, knowing he was skirting the precipice of ecstasy, threatening to spill at a moment's notice.
"Don't you dare come yet," Lily growled, that venomous, tantalizing temptress striking again.
Alex whimpered but obeyed, halting his movements as beads of sweat trickled down his trembling body. Lily fixed him with an icy stare, a promise of mind-shattering release. She held all the aces, and they knew it.
Watching him squirm under her wicked authority, Ethan followed suit, pinching the base of his shaft.
This sensual dance of dominance and submission, a game of cat and mouse, was spellbinding in every sense of the word.
With one final twist and stroke, Lily felt her orgasm approaching fast. Her abdominal muscles tightened as her legs quivered, spreading them invitingly wide, fingers reaching out to envelope her tortured cock.
The room heated up as familiar pressure built deep within her core. Her nipples hardened almost painfully beneath her fingertips.
Lily threw her head back, moaning loudly as the first wave of pleasure broke over her, drowning out everything else around her. She surrendered to the exquisite torture, eyes squeezed shut as a torrent of expletives tumbled from her lips.
"Fuck, yesss..."
The climax slammed through her, body bucking as shuddering ripples of ecstasy consumed her.
With each wave that crashed over her being, Lily's anguished howl filled the stuffy room, a symphony in blissful agony.
Cum exploded from her hypersensitive slit, spattering onto her heaving chest and throat in sticky, ribbons of white. Spent and exhausted, she collapsed back against the divan, a visage of pure rapture. Panting audibly, Lily savored the euphoric afterglow of her bodacious release, savoring the taste of unadulterated pleasure.
She glanced over at Alex and Ethan, both teetering on the edge of an overwhelming climax, hands motionless on their swollen shafts. The two men appeared awestruck, mesmerized, and obedient, yielding to her authority.
"Are you boys ready for your turn?" Lily muttered darkly, her voice thick with unbridled satisfaction. At the same time, she clawed at the silken ropes draped over the headboard, pulling herself upright.
Her legs spread wide apart against the smooth sheets. With her other hand, she reached beneath her satin thong, expertly massaging the aching bud between her thighs.
Lily tossed her golden locks and purred, "Look at you both, so ravenous and at my mercy. Now who would like to taste their just desserts?"
She didn't need to ask twice.
Ethan edged closer to Lily, his eyes locked on the prize before him. Alex's cum dripped from his chin, leaving a salty, sticky trail down his toned chest.
Despite the daze induced by Lily's earlier hypnotic commands, Ethan bent down and greedily lapped at Lily's cock
A long, low moan escaped Lily's lips as she felt Ethan's tongue dart over her cock, teasing and probing the head before swallowing her entire length. The sensation was heavenly—Ethan's mouth moved along her shaft with practiced ease, while she knelt above, guiding him, completely in control.
Alex, seemingly entranced with Lily's orgasm, moved closer to watch, riveted by the seductive scene unfolding before him.
Lily sank deeper into the experience, fully immersed in this sensuous odyssey. She threaded her fingers through Alex's short hair, keeping the handsome brown-haired man in place—he was a loyal observer, present to learn and submit.
Lily reveled in the combination of raw masculinity and unyielding submission that Alex and Ethan brought to her, and as both of these gorgeous men sank further down the rabbit hole, mimicking every one of her treacherous demands, the orgasms would keep on coming.
With every touch, every lick, and every moan coaxed from Alex, hot waves of satisfaction washed over Lily. She reveled in the intoxicating power trip that manipulating her clients for this level of pleasure afforded her, and the thrill kept her pulse racing for more.
Reaching down, she began to caress the side of Ethan's face.
"You like that, don't you?" she whispered.
The hungry look he gave her spurred her on. "Answer me."
"Yes, I like it," Ethan gasped, a string of saliva dripping down his chin.
"Goddamn, you're beautiful when you surrender," Lily murmured, perfectly content in this twisted plan unfolding between them.
Ethan's eyes rolled into the back of his head, seemingly lost in the haze of sheer, unfiltered pleasure. The blissed-out expression painted across his face caused Lily to quiver and reach for Ethan's tie, using it as an anchor to go deeper into this debauchery.
Alex, curious and ravenous, watched intently as Lily expertly took control. Her grip on the tie pulled tighter and tighter, guiding Ethan closer to the edge.
The hungry way his tongue explored her length sent her heart galloping like a wild mustang. Lily pulled at Ethan's hair, bringing him close enough for a heated exchange of panting breaths.
"Does that feel good, Ethan?" Lily demanded, her voice barely above a whisper. That enticing, poisonous drawl glided over the room, snaking around the two men who hung on her every word.
A guttural, affirmative noise tore itself from Ethan's throat, his hips beginning to buck against the confines of his pants.
Lily's grip on his hair tightened, her free hand guiding Ethan's lips up and down her length with agonizing slowness.
Meanwhile, Alex's rapt attention hadn't wavered for a second. His gaze bore into the two of them with an unyielding intensity. How mesmerizing it was, Lily thought, to have him under her control. She motioned for him to come closer, hungry for his mouth.
Obediently, he did.
Alex crawled over, his sculpted body moving with a grace that Lily hadn't expected from him. Their eyes met briefly, and in that fleeting moment, Lily could see the desire, confusion, and vulnerability warring within him. But that wasn't a concern right now. After all, she was in control, and they were merely her playthings—to be used and manipulated at will.
As Alex arrived at her side, Lily wrapped her hand around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. She could feel the heat coming off his body, and her pulse quickened.
"Take off your clothes," Lily commanded.
Alex hesitated, unsure of what to do, but her gaze bore into him, and he finally acquiesced, pulling his shirt over his head, revealing his slender, toned body. Next, he slipped off his pants, leaving him standing there in only his boxers. Lily couldn't help but feel a shiver of excitement run down her spine as she looked at him - he was so vulnerable, and yet so willing to do anything she asked.
She guided his head down towards her cock, urging him to take it into his mouth.
As Alex sank to his knees, Lily wrapped her other hand around Ethan's neck, pulling him in for a deep, hungry kiss. Their tongues danced together, exploring each other's mouths as they became lost in their shared pleasure.
Meanwhile, Alex hesitantly wrapped his lips around Lily's cock, taking her in slowly, inch by inch. She could feel his breath against her skin, hot and eager, as he tentatively began to suck.
Lily moaned against Ethan's lips, arching her back as pleasure surged through her. The sensation of Alex's mouth on her cock and Ethan's lips on hers was overwhelming, and she felt herself growing even harder.
Without breaking their kiss, Lily guided Ethan's hand down to her breast, urging him to touch her. He responded eagerly, cupping her breast in his hand and teasing her nipple with his thumb. Lily broke the kiss and threw her head back, gasping as a wave of pleasure washed over her.
Her hands tangled in Alex's hair as she pushed him down further onto her cock, urging him to take her deeper.
Ethan, encouraged by her response, eagerly tweaked and pinched her nipple, sending sparks of pain and pleasure cascading through her body. She bucked her hips, fucking both of their mouths in a wild, primal dance.
"Oh, fuck, yes," Lily moaned, her words tumbling out in a breathless rush. "Just like that, both of you.
Suck my cock. Make me feel good." Lily's voice was a raspy purr, a desperate plea filled with carnal desire.
Alex and Ethan obeyed without hesitation, worshipping her cock with their lips and tongues. Lily felt herself teetering on the edge, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she reveled in the sensation.
One of her hands was tangled in Alex's hair, pushing him further onto her cock while the other hand was in Ethan's, urging him on.
Her breath became ragged as she felt her climax begin to build. Every cell in her body seemed to hum with ecstasy as she rode out her pleasure, a tingling surge threatening to tear her apart at the seams. The room around her disappeared as she became lost in the overwhelming sensation.
"Yes, God, yes!" she screamed, arching her back.
With a final, shuddering cry, she came, the pressure in her core shattering. She could feel herself spurting into Alex's mouth, hot jets of cum coating his tongue.
He swallowed with a moan, still sucking eagerly, desperate to get every last drop of her load. Ethan, too, was losing control, his hips thrusting frantically as he came, ropes of cum painting his stomach and chest.
As Lily pulled out of their mouths, they both knelt there, gasping for breath, their faces flushed with pleasure. Their cocks stood at attention, still dripping with their own releases.
Both men looked dazed and shell-shocked—utterly spent from their orgasmic throes.
Satisfied, Lily ordered them to clean themselves up in her spacious en-suite bathroom. She wanted them back, the perfect diorama of her creation, refreshed and yearning for more, in a few minutes.
When they returned, Lily took a minute to glance at them, no longer as equals, but as her property to be utilized for her carnal desires.
She smirked wryly. "Ethan, kneel behind Alex, and spread his cheeks.