Chapter 2: Ruby's Revelation
The kiss unraveled him. It was soft, then searching, then desperate. Kris, blindfolded and bound, could only feel and taste—the slight weight of Ruby’s body along his side, the sweet, frantic heat of her mouth, the faint click of the metal link between their collars every time one of them shifted. Her tongue tasted of mint and nerves. His own response was automatic, a deep groan vibrating into her as he kissed her back, his head straining against the leather collar to get closer.
Then, a new pressure behind her.Warm, solid, familiar.Jessie.
Kris felt Ruby gasp into his mouth as Jessie’s body molded against her back. He could picture it, even in the dark: Jessie’s taller frame enveloping Ruby’s smaller one, her long brown hair falling over Ruby’s shoulder, her hands, those familiar commanding hands, sliding around Ruby’s torso.
“That’s it,” Jessie murmured, her voice a low thrum right beside Ruby’s ear, audible to Kris in the intimate, breath-filled space between them. Her fingers found Ruby’s pierced nipples, rolling the cool metal beads between her thumbs and forefingers.
Ruby cried out, a sharp, broken sound that was swallowed by Kris’s mouth. Her back arched, pressing her breasts more firmly into Jessie’s palms and pushing her pelvis harder against Kris’s thigh. The movement was instinctive, needy. Kris felt the damp heat of her like a searing brand against his skin.“Touch him,” Jessie commanded, her voice leaving no room for question. She guided Ruby’s hand—down Kris’s sweat-slicked stomach. Ruby’s fingers hovered, trembling.
“Go on,” Jessie breathed.“He’s all yours to play with.”
Ruby’s hand closed around him. Her grip was tentative at first, then firm, learning the shape and weight of him. She began to stroke, her movements uncoordinated, driven by Jessie’s whispered instructions and her own rising hunger. The sensation was immediate and devastating for Kris. The combination of the blindfold, the restraints, and the unknown, worshipful hand was unbearable. His hips bucked, the leather cuffs biting deliciously into his wrists.
“Fuck, Jess,” he gasped, tearing his mouth from Ruby’s.“Quiet,” Jessie said, but there was a smile in her voice. Her other hand left Ruby’s breast and trailed down the flat plane of Ruby’s stomach, and lower.Kris heard Ruby’s sharp intake of breath. Felt her entire body go rigid against him. Then, a low, shuddering moan as Jessie’s fingers slid inside her.The sound was pure, undiluted pleasure. It sparked something primal in Kris’s gut.
“You’re so wet for him", Jessie said, her voice conversational, as if commenting on the weather. Her fingers worked in a slow, insistent rhythm that Kris could feel in the tremors running through Ruby’s body.“All this for a birthday present. Look at him. He’s fucking dying for it.”
Ruby’s hand on his cock moved with new purpose, matching the rhythm Jessie set inside her. Her strokes became smoother, more confident, twisting on the upstroke the way she knew he liked.She’d been watching.Learning. The realization sent a fresh jolt through him.The room was a symphony of raw sound now. The wet, rhythmic slide of Ruby’s hand on his flesh. The softer, slicker sound of Jessie’s fingers. Their mingled, ragged breathing. The occasional creak of the bedsprings. And underneath it all, the faint, persistent whirr of the camera on the tripod—a robotic witness to his undoing.
Jessie pressed her forehead between Ruby’s shoulder blades, her own breathing becoming labored. “You want him, don’t you?” she murmured, her words hot against Ruby’s skin.“You want to feel him inside you.”
Ruby’s response was a frantic, subtle nod against his cheek, the metal link between their collars clicking softly. She was breathing in shallow, sharp gasps that fogged against Kris’s skin. Her hand fell away from his cock, her entire body trembling as she surrendered to Jessie’s orchestration.
Jessie shifted behind him. The mattress dipped. Kris felt the loss of her heat at Ruby’s back, then the new, deliberate pressure of her knees straddling his thighs. Her hands, now cool from the air, gripped his hips. One palm slid beneath him, cupping him, angling him upward. The other took his cock in a firm, knowing grasp.
She guided him, the swollen head of his cock gliding through the dripping heat between Ruby’s folds. The sensation was a lightning strike up his spine—slick, impossibly hot, a silken friction that made his teeth ache. Ruby whimpered, a high, soft sound of pure need. She leaned back into the pressure, her body going pliant and heavy against his chest.
Jessie pushed. The head of him pressed, resisted for a heartbeat, then slipped inside. Ruby cried out, her fingers digging into Kris’s shoulders. Jessie held him there, letting Ruby feel the stretch, the inexorable fullness. Kris groaned, a raw, guttural sound torn from deep in his chest. He was blind, bound, and now buried inside a mystery woman.
“There you go,” Jessie murmured, her tone one of genuine pride. She’d just pushed her boyfriend’s cock into her best friend. “All the way, Take all of him.”
Ruby obeyed. She began to slide back, a slow, shuddering descent that swallowed him inch by torturous inch. Kris felt every detail—the tight, clinging grip of her, the way her inner muscles fluttered and squeezed, the faint tremor in her thighs where they bracketed his hips. She sank until her pelvis met his, her body flush against him, him fully sheathed to the base.
A broken sigh escaped her, ghosting across his lips. Her legs were already quivering with the effort, with the sheer overwhelming sensation. For a moment, they were utterly still, a triad connected by skin and sweat and profound, illicit connection. The only sound was the crackle of the candles and their three ragged breathing patterns falling out of sync.
Then Ruby moved. She lifted her hips, a slow, deliberate retreat, then sank back down with more certainty. A low moan built in Kris’s throat. She did it again, finding a rhythm, a shallow, grinding rock that changed the angle, dragging him against a spot that made her gasp. Her lips found his again, crashing into a deep, passionate kiss that tasted of salt and shared desperation.
Her hips moved faster, abandoning the grind for urgent, needy thrusts. She took him, her small body driving down onto his with a strength that belied her size. The kiss turned messy, all tongue and teeth and swallowed cries. Her breaths came in sharp, rhythmic hitches against his mouth.
Her body went wire-tight. Every muscle in her frame locked, straining. A muffled, vibrating moan was consumed by Kris’s mouth as her orgasm ripped through her, fast and violent like a chemical reaction triggered by his cock. He felt her clench around him, a series of fierce, pulsing spasms, and then the sudden, hot gush of her release soaking him.
Kris moaned into the kiss, the sound choked and helpless. Feeling her pussy tense and drip all over his cock was an affirmation, a primal victory that shot through his bound limbs. He was still trapped, still straining, his own release a desperate, building pressure in his gut. Ruby collapsed against him, boneless and breathing in ragged sobs, her forehead pressed to his. The little metal link between their collars was suddenly a tether holding up a drained and weightless thing.
From somewhere near the foot of the bed, Jessie let out a soft, delighted laugh. “Happy birthday, baby,” she said. Her hand stroked Ruby’s damp back.