Chapter 32: The Cleanup Crew
The silence after Siobhan finished cleaning him was a living thing. It pulsed with the echoes of Fiona’s cries, the memory of Siobhan’s shuddering breaths, the thick scent of what they’d all done. Aidan lay on his back, the ceiling a blur above him. His body was spent, a hollowed-out vessel, but his mind was a roaring static.
Fiona stirred first, propping herself on an elbow. She looked down at the mess between her legs, then at Siobhan, who was still kneeling beside Aidan, the used tissue clutched in her fist.
“Well,” Fiona said, her voice husky. “That was a fucking revelation.” She laughed, a low, rich sound. “Mark asks if I came. He’ll never understand that question again.”
Catriona’s chair creaked as she stood. The sound cut through the haze. They all turned to look at her. She had unbuttoned her blouse completely, letting it hang open. The lamplight caught the pale slope of her breasts, the constellation of freckles he knew by heart. Her face was flushed, her green eyes dark and unreadable.
She didn’t look at Aidan. Her gaze was fixed on the two women on her bed.
“Siobhan,” Catriona said. Her voice was quiet, but it commanded the room. “Move to the foot of the bed. On your knees.”
Siobhan blinked, seeming to wake from a trance. She obeyed without a word, shuffling on her knees to the position Catriona indicated, facing them.
“Fiona,” Catriona continued. “Don’t move. Just lie back. Open for her.”
Fiona’s eyebrows shot up. A slow, wicked smile spread across her face. “Oh, you are full of surprises, Cat.” She settled back against the pillows, spreading her legs wide in a deliberately obscene display. The evidence of Aidan’s release glistened on her inner thighs.
“Clean her up,” Catriona commanded Siobhan, pointing a slender finger. “Use your mouth. Taste him on her. Taste her.”
Aidan’s breath hitched. He pushed himself up onto his elbows. “Cat…”
She finally looked at him. There was no mischief there now. Only a fierce, burning intensity. “Watch,” she said, the word a simple instruction. “This is for me. And for them.”
Siobhan hesitated. Her eyes, wide and liquid, flickered from Fiona’s splayed body to Catriona’s stern face. A tremor ran through her. This wasn’t the gentle, restorative cleaning she’d just performed. This was something else. Something demanding.
Then, with a resolve that seemed to steel her spine, she lowered her head.
Fiona gasped as Siobhan’s tongue made first contact. Not a graceful lick, but a tentative, searching stroke. Then another. Siobhan’s eyes were squeezed shut, her shoulders tense. But she persisted, her movements growing more purposeful, her mouth opening wider.
“Yes,” Fiona sighed, her head falling back. One hand came up to tangle in Siobhan’s tousled red hair, not guiding, just holding. “Just like that. Get it all.”
The sounds were lewd, wet, intimate. Aidan felt a jolt of heat in his gut, his spent cock giving a helpless twitch. He was transfixed. This was corruption. This was worship. He couldn’t tell which.
Catriona took a step closer to the bed, her own breathing audible now. Her hand slid inside her open blouse, palm flat against her stomach, then lower. She was touching herself as she watched, her gaze locked on the point where her friend’s mouth worked over the other.
“That’s it,” Catriona whispered, more to herself than anyone. “Learn each other. Know what he feels like inside her. Know what she tastes like when she’s full of him.”
Siobhan moaned, the vibration against Fiona’s skin making Fiona jerk and cry out. The act was no longer just an order being followed. A current had closed between them. Siobhan’s hands came up to grip Fiona’s hips, her mouth working hungrily, consuming the mixed taste of their transgression.
Fiona’s back arched off the bed. “God… Siobhan… don’t stop.” Her other hand fumbled down, her fingers threading into Siobhan’s hair alongside her first, holding her there.
Aidan watched his wife. Catriona’s eyes were glazed, her lips parted. The soft, rhythmic motion of her hand beneath her blouse was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. This was her fantasy, fully realized. Not just him taking another woman, but the women themselves becoming entangled in the aftermath, bound by the physical proof of his possession.
It was the most powerful he had ever felt.
And the most utterly used.
Siobhan finally lifted her head, her chin slick. She panted, her expression dazed, destroyed, and utterly awakened. Fiona slowly released her grip, her own body slumping back into the sheets with a satiated sigh.
Catriona’s hand stilled. She pulled it from her blouse and, without breaking eye contact with the scene on the bed, brought her fingers to her mouth. She tasted them, her tongue flicking out once, a quick, secretive gesture.
Then she smiled. It wasn’t the mischievous grin from before. It was a smile of deep, settled satisfaction. Of ownership confirmed.
“Good,” she said, her voice husky. She finally looked at Aidan. “Now you see the whole picture.”
The room settled into a new, heavier quiet. The energy had shifted, spent in a different way. Fiona reached out a lazy hand and patted Siobhan’s cheek, a gesture of surprising affection. Siobhan leaned into the touch, her eyes closing.
Catriona re-buttoned her blouse with deliberate, calm motions. The curator was putting her tools away. For now.
“Fiona, your husband will be wondering where you are,” Catriona said, her tone shifting back towards the normal world. “Siobhan, you should shower here. You can’t go home like that.”
Aidan finally found his voice, though it was rough as gravel. “And what about us?”
Catriona walked to the side of the bed. She looked down at him, at the two women beside him. She placed a cool palm on his chest, right over his pounding heart.
“We,” she said softly, “are just getting started.”