Chapter 3: The Unlocking
The silence after Ruby’s climax was a living thing, thick with sweat-scent and the echo of her cries. Her body was a dead weight on Kris’s chest, her breath hot and damp against his throat. The little metal link between their collars felt cool now against his heated skin.
Jessie’s hand, still resting on Ruby’s back, gave a gentle pat. “Up you get, gorgeous. We’re not done.”
Ruby whimpered, a sound of pure, spent protest, but she pushed herself up, her movements clumsy and loose. The loss of her warmth was immediate. Kris felt the cool air kiss his wet stomach, his still-hard cock trapped between their bodies. He heard the soft, shifting sounds of Jessie moving, then the distinct, smooth click of a mechanism releasing.
The pressure around his left ankle vanished. Then his right. The leather cuffs fell away.
“Legs are free,” Jessie announced, her voice businesslike. “Hands stay right where they are. No cheating.”
A thrill, sharp and electric, shot through Kris. The permission to move his hips, to thrust, was a gift of agonizing magnitude. He tested it, rolling his pelvis upward, feeling the slide of his cock against his own stomach. The simple freedom was dizzying.
“Now,” Jessie said. Kris heard the rustle of sheets, a whisper of movement, and then Ruby’s small, surprised gasp. “Come here.”
There was a soft, wet sound—a kiss, deep and possessive. Kris could imagine it: Jessie cupping Ruby’s face, tilting her head back, claiming her mouth in a way that was all command and no request. He heard Ruby’s soft moan of surrender.
Then hands were on his shoulders, guiding him, repositioning him flat on his back. Before he could process it, a new weight settled over him. Not on his hips, but higher. The scent hit him first—musky, sweet, the unmistakable aroma of her arousal, still fresh from her climax. It was the present, the one who had just rode his cock. She was straddling his face, her thighs framing his head.
Her warmth hovered just above his mouth. He could feel the heat radiating from her, could almost taste it in the air. Then Jessie’s hands, firm on Ruby’s hips, lowered her.
Ruby’s slick, swollen folds met his lips. The contact was electric. Kris didn’t hesitate. He’d been starved of control, of the ability to do. His tongue laved a broad, firm stripe through her wetness, collecting the taste of her—tangy, salty, profoundly intimate.
Ruby’s cry was sharp and immediate. Her hips ground down against his face, seeking more pressure, more friction. He obliged, his tongue delving deeper, finding a rhythm that was both worship and ravishment. He could feel the residual tremors of her last orgasm still dancing through her muscles.
He worked her harder, his world narrowing to the scent and taste and feel of her, to the desperate little rocking of her hips. The blindfold made it all more acute, a universe of sensation contained in the dark, wet heat against his mouth.
Then her weight shifted. Jessie was moving her again, pulling her down, guiding her. Kris’s tongue lost contact, and he groaned in frustration, his head lifting from the pillow to chase her. Jessie’s voice was a low, firm instruction. “Taste yourself on him.”
Ruby didn’t need telling twice. He felt the wet, enveloping heat of her mouth slide down his length in one smooth, astonishing motion. She took him deep, her throat working around him, a low hum of pleasure vibrating against his sensitive skin. The sensation was blinding—the slick, expert suction of her mouth, combined with the knowledge that she was tasting her own release mixed with his pre-cum. It was filthy. It was perfect.
She began to move, her head bobbing, her tongue doing clever, torturous things along his shaft. Kris’s bound hands clenched into fists above his head.
He felt Jessie move off the bed. The brief absence of her warmth was a shock. Then she was back, her weight settling near Ruby. He heard the wet sound of a kiss, deeper and more carnal than before. Ruby’s mouth pulled off him with a soft pop.
“Mine now,” Jessie said, the words a simple, undeniable statement into Ruby’s eyes.
Ruby obeyed the unspoken command in Jessie’s kiss, pulling herself up and shifting her weight backwards. She settled back onto Kris’s mouth with a practiced roll of her hips, grinding her slick pussy against his waiting tongue. A deep, shuddering moan escaped her immediately, the sound raw and grateful.
Her head fell back, but her eyes, heavy-lidded and dark, remained fixed forward. They were locked on Jessie, who was moving with a predatory grace that even a blindfolded Kris could sense in the charged air. Jessie positioned herself over Kris’s throbbing cock, guiding him with her own hand.
She took him slowly, working the head into her own wetness with a deliberate, stretching pressure. She slid down onto him, the glide made slick by the mix of Ruby’s saliva and the warmth of her cum. Kris’s entire body went rigid, a low, knowing groan rumbling up from his chest through hers.He knew. The specific, perfect grip of her, the intimate contours he’d mapped a thousand times, the way her inner muscles fluttered then tightened in a familiar, addictive sequence—it was Jessie.His obsession. His grin in the dark was helpless, feral.
She sank all the way down, swallowing him to the hilt with a soft, satisfied sigh. Then she leaned forward, her torso bridging the space over Kris’s body, and caught Ruby’s waiting mouth in another kiss.This one was slower, languid, a shared secret. As their tongues met, Jessie began to rock her hips, a slow, deep undulation that dragged a twin gasp from both women.
Ruby matched her rhythm, grinding back against Kris’s mouth in counterpoint to Jessie’s forward thrusts. Their bodies moved in a connected, sinuous wave above him, the two women sharing a kiss as they shared his body, lost in their own private circuit of pleasure.
Their bodies moved in a connected, sinuous wave above him, the two women sharing a kiss as they shared his body. Jessie broke from Ruby’s mouth with a gasp that was more a growl.The slow, shared rhythm shattered.
She planted her hands on Kris’s chest, fingers splayed over his tattoos.The languid roll of her hips transformed into something purposeful and punishing. She rose up, almost letting him slip free, then slammed back down, taking him deep in a single, breath-stealing thrust.“Enough teasing,” she breathed, not to anyone, just to the night.
This was different.Her pace became a relentless, driving piston. Each downward stroke was a claim, a conquest.The slick, wet sounds of their joining filled the room, faster now, urgent. The camera on the tripod caught every shudder of the bedframe. Ruby watched, her own movements on Kris’s mouth growing distracted, then still.
Kris groaned, a raw sound strained through clenched teeth. He could feel the tension coiling in his balls, a familiar pressure building with each of Jessie’s deep, exacting drives. His own hips lifted off the mattress to meet her, the last of his restraint gone.The leather cuffs pulled taut against the bedposts.Ruby was mesmerized. Seeing Jessie, usually so composed, now frantically riding her bound boyfriend, broke something loose in her. A tremor started in her thighs where they framed Kris’s head. It spread, a seismic shiver up her spine. She let out a wild, unfiltered moan, the sound raw and surprised even to her own ears.
Her body clamped down, thighs tightening against the sides of Kris’s face as the orgasm ripped through her without warning. She quivered, her hips jerking uncontrollably against his mouth, another hot rush soaking his tongue and chin. She cried out again, a fragmented sound that ended in a sob.Watching Ruby break was the final trigger for Jessie. Her rhythm faltered, her own muscles seizing. She could feel Kris’s cock begin to pulse and jump inside her, that unmistakable prelude. Her eyes rolled back, losing focus on Ruby’s bliss-wrecked face.
With the taste of Ruby’s victory still fresh on his tongue, Kris surrendered. A muffled, desperate moan vibrated against Ruby’s trembling flesh as he bucked upwards, burying himself as deep as he could go. He pulsed, unloading inside Jessie in deep, spurting waves.The feeling of his warm cum filling her was the final straw. Jessie convulsed, her body bowing backwards. Her own climax erupted, a wild, silent scream on her lips as her core pulsed around him, milking him, soaking his still-throbbing cock with her release. She shuddered, once, twice, a series of violent tremors that left her collapsed forward, hands sliding from his chest.
She shuddered, once, twice, a series of violent tremors that left her collapsed forward, hands sliding from his chest. Her weight settled on him, heavy and complete, a damp, breathing blanket. The only sounds were the ragged trio of their breathing and the distant hiss of a dying candle.
Time unspooled in the dark.
Kris floated in the silence, the blindfold soaked with sweat, his senses flooded with the mingled scents of sex and vanilla wax. The ache in his shoulders from being bound was a distant, pleasant throb compared to the emptiness where Jessie had just been connected to him. Ruby’s slight weight still trembled against his jawline.
Slowly, Jessie pushed herself up. Her movements were deliberate, spent. She dismounted from him with a soft, wet sound that made him twitch. The mattress shifted as she stood.
A hand, gentle now, touched Ruby’s shoulder. “Come on,” Jessie whispered, her voice hoarse.
Ruby lifted herself off Kris’s face, her movement unsteady. The cool air hit his wet skin, a shock. He heard the soft, metallic click of the clasp being freed. The gentle weight of the linked collar vanished from his throat.
“Stay right there,” Jessie said, not to him, but to Ruby. Her footsteps were quiet on the floorboards.
Then a new grip, firm in Ruby’s hair, not cruel but possessive. Jessie guided her off the bed. Kris heard the soft stumble of Ruby’s feet, the rustle of bodies moving. The flickering light against his blindfold changed, telling him they’d moved in front of the camera’s unwavering red eye.
Jessie and Ruby stood naked and used in front of the camera giving the perfect view giving the camera a smile before Jessie moved towards it
A soft electronic beep pierced the quiet. The recording light he didn’t know he’d been sensing went dark.
He heard the rasp of tape, the snick of a compartment opening and closing. Jessie’s footsteps crossed the room, stopped at the dresser. A drawer opened, something small was tucked deep inside behind folded cloth, then it closed with a definitive thud. A place he’d never find it.
“Let’s get you sorted,” Jessie said, her tone shifting to something practical, almost sisterly.
Their footsteps receded out the door and down the stairs. The house settled into a profound quiet. Kris lay bound, adrift on the sea of the bed, the echoes of touch still blazing across his skin. He listened to the muffled sounds below: soft voices, the rustle of fabric, the quiet click of the front door.
A long minute passed. Then Jessie’s footsteps returning, soft on the stairs, padding back into the room. She came to his side first. The click of the latch on his left wrist cuff was a small, sharp sound of mercy. Then the right. Blood rushed back into his hands with a prickling heat. He groaned, lowering his arms slowly, the muscles protesting.
She didn’t speak. Her fingers, infinitely gentle now, found the knot of the blindfold. The silk slipped away.
The candlelight was blinding. He blinked, his eyes swimming, struggling to adjust after so long in absolute dark. Her face swam into focus above him. Her long brown hair was tangled, her lips swollen, her brown eyes dark and impossibly soft. She was looking at him like she’d just given him the world.
They stayed there, locked in that silent stare, breathing each other’s air. He saw the faint smear of the mystery girls lipstick at the corner of her mouth. She saw the raw, worshipful hunger in his blue eyes.
He moved first, lifting a heavy hand to cup her cheek. He pulled her down and kissed her, a slow, deep communion that tasted of salt and her and something else entirely. It was a claiming and a thank you.
“Happy birthday, baby,” she whispered against his lips.
He kissed her again, lingering. “I love you, baby.”
She replied with the same, her voice a satisfied murmur. She curled into his side, her head on his shoulder, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his tattooed chest. The scent of the other woman was still on both of them, a ghost in the sheets.
A few moments swam by, slow and syrupy. The high was fading, leaving a buzzing, curious contentment.
“So,” Kris said, his voice gravelly from disuse. He stared at the ceiling beam above them. “When do we watch the video?”
Jessie let out a soft, breathy laugh. She tilted her head to look at him, a sly grin playing on her lips. “Maybe for your next birthday.”
Kris laughed, a real, full-bodied sound that shook the bed. The tension of the night, the exquisite torment, dissolved into pure, buoyant joy. He rolled suddenly, pinning her beneath him before she could react. He used his knees to nudge her legs apart, settling his weight between them, a familiar and welcome pressure.
“The night is young, Jessie,” he said, his grin turning wicked, his eyes clear and focused only on her now.