Chapter 7: The Confession
The morning light had softened to a buttery afternoon glow by the time they stirred again. Juliette was wrapped in a silk robe that smelled of Alison, sipping coffee Alex had brought up on a tray. She felt hollowed out, repurposed, her body a map of their attentions.
Alison, wrapped in a matching robe, scrolled through her phone at the foot of the bed. “Emily posted a sunrise picture. Caption says ‘solitude by the sea.’ Hashtag blessed.”
Alex, already dressed in jeans and a crisp white shirt, leaned against the window frame. “Geotagged to Cape May. But her credit card was used for gas in Radley at 7:03 a.m. She’s not alone, and she’s not at the beach in that photo. It’s a stock image from a travel blog Spencer used for a project last semester.”
Juliette watched them, the casual efficiency of their dissection. It was like observing surgeons at work. “You track their credit cards?”
“We care about their safety,” Alison said without looking up. “Radley is… not a great place for a solo trip. Who’s with her?”
The question hung in the air, directed at no one and everyone. Juliette swallowed. A memory surfaced, a snippet from a frazzled coffee run with Aria two days prior. Em’s being weirdly secretive. All she said was ‘Cara knows a place.’
She set her coffee down. The china rattled softly. “Cara.”
Both of them looked at her. The focus was instant, absolute.
“Explain,” Alex said.
“Aria mentioned it. Emily told her Cara knew a place. A private place. She was nervous about telling anyone. I think… I think they went to that old Radley family lake house. Cara’s grandmother owned it.” The information felt like currency, warm and potent in her hand.
Alison’s smile was slow, dazzling. She put her phone down and crawled across the bed towards Juliette. “You listened. You remembered.” She cupped Juliette’s face. “That’s very, very good.”
“It keeps them safe,” Alex added, pushing off the window. Her eyes were dark with approval. “Knowing where they really are. You’ve helped protect Emily.”
The praise was a drug, sweeter than any touch. It flooded Juliette’s veins, warming her from the inside. She had pleased them. She had been useful.
“Such a good girl for us,” Alison murmured, her thumb stroking Juliette’s lower lip. “You deserve a reward. Don’t you think, Alex?”
“I do.” Alex’s voice was low. She came to the side of the bed, looking down at Juliette. “You’ve earned our full attention. Lie back.”
The command was gentle, implacable. Juliette obeyed, settling back against the mound of pillows. Alison untied the robe’s sash and pushed the silk open, exposing her body to the golden light. She looked utterly debauched—love bites purpling on her throat and breasts, the faint red marks of Alex’s grip on her hips.
“Look at you,” Alison breathed, her gaze possessive. “All marked up. Ours.”
Alex retrieved the harness and strap-on from where they’d been discarded earlier. She didn’t hurry. She took her time stepping into it, tightening the straps, watching Juliette watch her. The dark silicone gleamed.
Alison positioned herself between Juliette’s spread legs. She didn’t dive in. She leaned down and kissed the inside of her thigh, a soft, lingering press of her lips. Then another, higher. Her breath ghosted over Juliette’s wet cunt, making her shiver.
“So eager,” Alison teased, her blue eyes flicking up. “Already soaked for me. You love this, don’t you? Love being our perfect little informant.”
“Yes,” Juliette gasped.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I love it. I love being yours.”
Alison’s answer was to finally lower her mouth. But it wasn’t the frantic feast from the night before. This was slow, torturous worship. She licked a long, flat stripe from Juliette’s entrance to her clit, then circled the throbbing nub with maddening lightness. She explored every fold, every sensitive inch, with a painter’s deliberateness, humming her approval against Juliette’s skin.
Juliette whimpered, her hands fisting in the sheets. The build was agonizing, a sweet, coiling tension that promised devastation.
From the foot of the bed, Alex watched, her hand stroking the length of the strap-on almost thoughtfully. “Tell her what you want, Juliette.”
“I… I want…” The words were hard to form under Alison’s exquisite torture.
“Use your dirty words,” Alex prompted, her voice calm, instructional. “Tell your soulmate what you need her to do to your pretty little cunt.”
“I want her to fuck me with her tongue,” Juliette moaned, the obscenity sparking through her. “I want her to eat me out until I come on her face.”
Alison laughed, the vibration glorious. “Your wish,” she murmured, “is my command.”
She redoubled her efforts, her tongue plunging deep, then flicking rapidly against Juliette’s clit. The dual sensation was unbearable. Juliette’s hips bucked, but Alison held her down, firm hands on her pelvis.
“That’s it,” Alex coaxed, moving closer. “Let go for her. Come for us.”
The orgasm crashed over her, a deep, rolling wave that pulled a broken cry from her throat. Alison drank her down, not letting up for a second, milking every last shudder, every pulse.
Before the waves had fully subsided, Alex was there. She nudged Alison aside with a gentle hip. Alison moved up, kissing Juliette deeply, letting her taste herself on Alison’s tongue.
Alex positioned the blunt head of the strap-on at Juliette’s slick, swollen entrance. “Again,” she stated, her eyes locked on Juliette’s. “You don’t get to come just once for a reward like that. You come as many times as we want.”
She pushed in. The stretch was immense, breathtaking. Juliette was so sensitive, every inch of the silicone a live wire inside her. Alex set a slow, deep, punishing rhythm. Each thrust was a full, deliberate possession, hitting a spot that made Juliette see stars.
Alison held Juliette’s face, kissing her, whispering filth into her mouth. “You take her so well. Look at you, stuffed full. This is what you’re for. This cunt is ours to use. Our perfect, clever girl.”
Alex’s thrusts began to accelerate, losing some of their control. Her breathing grew ragged. “Feel how deep I am? I own this. I own this tight, greedy pussy. You give us your secrets, and we give you this. This is the trade. You understand?”
“Yes! God, yes, I understand!” Juliette sobbed, her body coiling again, impossibly, around the hard length fucking her.
“Then come,” Alex growled, slamming into her. “Come on my cock, Juliette. Now.”
The second climax was sharper, a white-hot detonation that tore through her with violent brilliance. She screamed, her back arching off the bed, her muscles clamping down around the strap-on in rhythmic pulses. Alex fucked her through it, her own release a harsh groan as she pressed impossibly deep and held there, her body rigid.
They collapsed into a heap of sweat-slicked limbs and shared breath. The strap-on remained inside her, a heavy, claiming weight. Alison curled around Juliette’s head, stroking her hair. Alex lay beside them, one hand possessively on Juliette’s stomach, feeling the aftershocks tremble through her.
The room was silent save for their slowing breaths. The sun had moved, painting the far wall in amber.
Juliette’s phone, silenced but not forgotten, lit up on the nightstand. Another call. Then another. Aria’s name flashed once, twice, before the screen went dark.
Alison didn’t even look at it. She pressed a kiss to Juliette’s shoulder. “You’re exhausted, darling.”
Alex finally, carefully, withdrew. She disposed of the harness and returned to bed, fitting herself against Juliette’s back. “Sleep. We’ll be here.”
Juliette’s eyes were heavy. The world beyond the windows, beyond this room, felt like a faint, unimportant dream. The unanswered calls were a problem for a different person. A person she no longer was.
As she drifted off, cradled in the heart of their creation, one of them spoke. She was too far gone to tell which.
“Tomorrow,” the voice whispered into the safe, perfumed dark, “we deal with Aria.”