Chapter 7: Resolution
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The office hummed with its usual weekday rhythm, the lingering echoes of the traumatic weekend now replaced by the familiar clatter of keyboards and murmurs of conversation. The police presence had dissipated, leaving behind an atmosphere that was almost deceptively normal, as if the events of the previous weekend had been nothing more than a fleeting dream.
Vorcka sat at his desk, his fingers dancing over the keyboard with a proficiency honed by years of practice. Yet, despite his outward calm, his mind was a whirlwind of conflict.
Yezbit was a bitch. Even now, as she called herself his friend, he could still sense her glowering at him. But she was also human, and he'd been forced to see behind the curtain of her life. So he needed to make a decision.
He had fixed everything in regards to Yezbit quitting, and she now didn't even realize what she'd been saved from. Ally had been helpful, with a little persuasion, in making sure that her employment information was all replaced. Now, besides a few missing emails, very few people would notice that Yezbit had ever been wiped from the system.
Vorcka had been very busy for the last week. He had to continue doing his work, but then he'd also had to carefully hunt down all the other women that Nico had reprogrammed. Ally hadn't been wrong. There were quite a few of them, and most were quite pretty.
There had been a couple he knew were strategic more than sexual, yet Vorcka felt confident he'd gotten them all. Now the office felt like a much more welcoming place. He didn't know how to deprogram them, if that was even possible, so instead, he'd simply asked each one to understand that he was an important part of the office, and things were just better when he was around. If the woman was married, he left it at that and let them return to their normal lives. But most of the women were career women who'd had little time for men, and each of those he had added that they would occasionally look for chances to get frisky in the office, and to ignore of they ever saw him doing the same with others. He wouldn't say that he was proud of his actions, but he couldn't help himself.
He'd never had so much power and influence at his fingertips. And he found that he rather enjoyed it.
His days started to blend together in a haze of work and pleasure. He'd wake up in the morning, eager to get to the office and see what new opportunities awaited him. His mind was a whirlwind of ideas, each one more devious and enticing than the last.
At work, he'd greet everyone with a smile, his eyes lingering a little too long on the women he'd 'helped'. They'd blush and giggle, casting him shy glances throughout the day.
He'd find them waiting for him in the break room, or in the supply closet, eager to please him in ways they'd never dared before. It was intoxicating, this newfound control, and Vorcka found himself craving more.
One day, as he sat at his desk, he noticed Emika walking by, her usual cheerful demeanor replaced by a look of concern. She stopped at his desk, her brow furrowed.
"Hey, Vorcka. Have you seen Yezbit today? She's been avoiding me all week, and I haven't seen her since last Sunday.
I'm starting to get worried, you know? It's not like her to disappear like this."
Vorcka leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Emika's face. He knew exactly where Yezbit was, and why she'd been avoiding her best friend. But he wasn't about to reveal that just yet. Instead, he offered Emika a sympathetic smile.
"I'm sure she's just still upset that you're leaving town. You are her best friend, and it's had her down ever since you told her. I'll let her know if I see her."
"Please do," she sighed. "I'm leaving this weekend, and I'd really like to see her before I go."
Emika walked back to Yezbit's office to try one more time.
Vorcka didn't want to interfere with that. She'd be gone soon, and Vorcka hoped that would give him a chance to sort things out with Yezbit, but in the meantime, he'd hoped to let Yezbit sort out this one thing all on her own.
Yezbit was a puzzle for Vorcka. He still wanted to punish her, and she still detested him. But he'd seen her as a person, one that he'd been forced to protect, no less, and that made it harder to just dominate her as he'd originally done.
Just as it looked like Emika was about to leave, Yezbit stepped out onto the work room floor. Her back stiffened at the sight of her friend, but she didn't run away. Instead, Vorcka watched as she crossed the room, opened her office door, and invited Emika inside, closing the window blinds.
Well, good. He hadn't wanted to force that confrontation on her, but he knew Yezbit needed this conversation before Emika left. Vorcka returned to his work and let the inevitable conversation slip from his mind.
Suddenly, his phone rang. Picking it up, he saw it was Yezbit. He wasn't going to let her use him as an excuse to avoid her friend, but he answered the call.
Before he could say anything, Yezbit cut him off, asking him to come to ger office. Her voice sounded strained, and it seemed urgent, so Vorcka made his way to her office door. Knocking, he stepped inside.
As soon as he entered the room, Emika called to him. "Shut the door and don't move." Vorcka looked at the women, noticing that their closeness wasn't a tender hug, but Emika standing behind Yezbit with a knife to her throat. The door clicked shut behind him, and Vorcka raised his hands.
"Emika, what's going on?"
"Shut up." She yelled. "Don't say another word or I'm going to cut her throat."
Vorcka didn't understand, but he stayed quiet.
"Sit down and shut up, Vorcka." Emika ordered him.
Doing as he was told, Vorcka pulled up a chair and sat without saying a word. He then sat and stared at Emika and Yezbit. For several minutes the room was motionless. Emika's eyes looked wild and sleepless, but she didn't seem to know what to do next.
Vorcka sat quietly, his mind racing. He didn't want to escalate the situation, but he also knew he couldn't just sit there and do nothing.
After what felt like an eternity, Emika finally spoke, her voice shaking. "I...I don't know what to do next." Vorcka opened his mouth to speak, but she pressed the knife up against Yezbits throat, glaring at him.
"Find who's responsible and make them pay. But don't let them speak. How am I supposed to figure out who's responsible?"
Vorcka watched as Emika talked to herself. He finally recognized what was going on. She sounded a lot like Jaxon had.
It made sense. Emika was also quite pretty. And she had spent quite a bit of time visiting Yezbit, so she'd been around the office. Vorcka had worried that Nico had put something in place in case something had happened to him. It was one of the reasons he'd worked so hard to find the other women. He hadn't thought about people outside the office though. How many ticking time bombs could there be out there?
"You, Vorcka. Dobt speak, just nod yes or no. Is it true that Nico is dead?"
Vorcka shook his head no. A coma, yes, but not dead.
"Don't lie to me. Where is he?"
Vorcka shrugged. There was no way to answer that with a shrug.
"Who did it. Was it her?" Emika indicated Yezbit. Vorcka shook his head.
She seemed to be getting more frantic. "Was it Jaxon? Someone said he attacked Nico. Was it him?"
"No," Vorcka said out loud. Acclimate her to his voice, he thought.
"Who did it?" She screamed. "Who did it? Who did it? Who did it?"
"It was me," Vorcka said. "I'm responsible."
Emika screamed, shoving Yezbit to the ground, then clamoring over the desk. Vorcka surged forward as well, slamming the frantic Emika down while grabbing for the knife hand. He got cut, but he managed to grab ahold of her arm, pulling it behind her.
"Emika, override system. Priority user N K O."
"You're not him." She gasped. "You're not him"
"It doesn't matter. Override system, priority user N K O. Now stop struggling.
Emika stopped, the fight draining out of her, and she lay limply across Yezbit's desk.
"What...what was that?" Yezbit asked from the corner. "What happened to her?" She looked close to tears.
"It was Nico. One last parting gift. He must have done to her what he did to Jaxon. Drugged her, messed with her brain. Sent her after anyone that messed with him." Vorcka climbed off the now unresponsive Emika.
"But that thing you said. Priority user something. Did you know what Niko and Jaxon were doing? Were you involved?"
Vorcka sighed. Dammit. He had hoped to avoid doing this uneccesarily. "No Yezbit, I wasn't involved. I found out when you did what they were up to. Sleep." He cut himself off with the command once he saw she was listening to him.
Well, here was another mess. Two beautiful women, one blonde, one brunette, clothes already scuffed from the struggle. He shook his head, but knew what had to happen.
"Okay you two. Both of you stand in front of the desk, side by side." The two women complied, Emika glassy eyed amd climbing off of the desk, Yezbit, her eyes lidded as she smoothly rose from the corner and stepped into place.
"Emika, I'm sorry you got involved in this. You are going to forget ever meeting Nico or Jaxon. Any orders they ever gave you will now be forgotten. Understood?"
"Yes." She replied.
"And you, Yezbit. You will only remember that your friend came to say goodbye as she prepared to head out of town. There was no knife and you never heard those words. Understood?"
"Yes."
"Good. Now. Yezbit, as you were hugging Emika, you couldnt ignore your possible feelings for her anymore, and you tried to kiss her. Surprising you, she kissed back. After making out for a bit and messing up each other's clothes a bit, you, Emika, suggested it might be fun to call in Vorcka, as it seemed Yezbit had finally changed her mind about me. Yezbit wasn't completely opposed, and finally, reluctantly, agreed.
That is what happened. Do you both understand?"
Both women stood for a moment, processing what he'd told them, then, in near unison, they both replied yes.
Vorcka could feel himself getting excited. One more thing that had never been planned, but Vorcka was definately taking advantage of this situation.
"I am going to step out of that door, at which point you will awaken from your trance. You will have 60 seconds to prepare for my arrival and your plans to convince me to join you in some fun."
Without another word, Vorcka left the office. Stepping out of view of the office window, he began his slow count to sixty, before returning and knocking gently as he pushed open the door.
"You called for me, boss?" He asked innocently.
"Did you need something?"
Yezbit was the first to respond, her cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink. "Come in, Vorcka. We need to talk to you about something."
As he stepped inside, closing the door behind him, Vorcka took in the scene. Both women were disheveled, their clothing slightly askew, and their hair mussed. Emika's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, while Yezbit's held a hint of nervousness.
"What's going on, ladies?" Vorcka asked, playing along.
"You two seem...flustered. Is everything alright?"
Emika, the more assertive of the two, stepped forward. "We were just talking, and we realized that we've both been a bit...tense lately. Stressed, you know? And we thought, maybe, you could help us with that."
Yezbit nodded, her eyes darting nervously between Vorcka and Emika. "Yes, exactly. We've both been working so hard, and we thought maybe some...stress relief might be in order."
Vorcka raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise.
"Stress relief, you say? And what exactly did you two have in mind?"
Emika bit her lower lip, her eyes never leaving Vorcka's. "Well, we were thinking...maybe you could help us unwind. Together."
Yezbit blushed deeper, but she didn't object. Instead, she seemed to be waiting for Vorcka's response, her eyes searching his face.
Vorcka took his time, letting the anticipation build. He walked around the desk, his eyes roaming over the two women.
They were both so different, yet equally captivating. Emika, with her fiery spirit and confident demeanor, stood tall and proud, her eyes challenging him. Yezbit, on the other hand, was more reserved, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, yet her eyes held a spark of curiosity and desire. It was completely different from how she behaved as his boss.
Vorcka stopped in front of them, close enough to feel their breaths on his face. He could see the pulse at the base of their necks, quickening with anticipation. He took his time, letting the silence stretch between them, enjoying the way their eyes darted nervously.
Then, with a slow, smirking, smile, he spoke. "Even if you're both just messing with me, what kind of man could turn down two beautiful women such as yourselves."
Vorcka's voice was low, a teasing edge to it. He watched as Emika's eyes flashed with triumph, while Yezbit's cheeks grew even redder.
"Messing with you?" Emika chuckled, tracing a finger along Vorcka's chest. "Oh, we're very serious. Aren't we, Yezbit?"
Yezbit nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, we are."
Vorcka couldn't help but grin. This was going to be fun. He decided to play along, to see just how far they were willing to take this.
"Well, ladies, as much as I appreciate the offer, I'm at work. My boss is a real ball buster, too."
Emika laughed, looking at Yezbit who had turned away. "Is that so? Well, it seems like your boss isn't paying attention right now, so I think we could get away with a little bit of fun."
Emika winked at Vorcka, her hand still teasingly tracing patterns on his chest.
Yezbit, who had been avoiding his gaze, finally looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of nervousness and desire. "We promise we won't take too long, Vorcka. We just really need...some stress relief."
Vorcka chuckled, playing along with their game. "Well, I wouldn't want either of you to be too stressed. But I have a condition."
Emika raised an eyebrow, her hand pausing on his chest. "Oh, really?
And what might that be?" Emika asked, her voice taking on a playful, sultry tone. Yezbit watched the exchange, her eyes darting between Vorcka and Emika, her curiosity piqued.
Vorcka leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low whisper. "I want you both to call me master while we're having our...fun."
Emika's eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly recovered, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Master, huh? And what if we refuse?"
Vorcka shrugged, stepping back and feigning disinterest. "I still have lots of work to get done. It's almost the weekend, and I caused such a problem last week when I didn't get everything done on time."
Vorcka sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I can't afford to mess up again, not with Yezbit breathing down my neck."
Emika and Yezbit exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between them. They both knew how demanding Yezbit could be, and they didn't want Vorcka to suffer any more than he already had.
"We could help you," Emika suggested, her voice softening. "We could stick around after hours and help you catch up on your work."
Yezbit nodded in agreement. "Yes, that's a good idea.
But I have one more condition," Vorcka added, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You both have to be naked while you're helping me."
Emika's eyes widened, but she quickly recovered, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Naked, huh? That's...ambitious. But I think we can manage that."
Yezbit hesitated for a moment, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. "I...I don't know if I can do that, Vorcka. I mean, what if someone walks in?"
Vorcka shrugged, a smug smile playing on his lips.
"Well, that's your choice, Yezbit. But I promise you, it'll be worth it. Besides, I'll make sure no one walks in on us. I have my ways."
Emika turned to Yezbit, her eyes pleading. "Come on, Yezbit. Let's just give it a try. What do we have to lose?"
Yezbit hesitated for a moment longer, her eyes darting between Vorcka and Emika. Then, with a deep breath, she nodded. "Alright, let's do this.
But if anyone catches us, I'm blaming you two," Yezbit said, a hint of nervous excitement in her voice. She began to unbutton her blouse, her fingers fumbling slightly with the buttons.
Emika watched her friend, a mischievous grin on her face. "Don't worry, Yezbit. Vorcka's in charge now, remember? Master, right?" She gave Vorcka a playful wink.
Vorcka chuckled, leaning back against the desk. "That's right.
Master," Vorcka said, his voice laced with amusement. "And as your master, I expect you both to follow my rules. Now, let's see those beautiful bodies of yours."
Emika didn't hesitate. She stripped off her blouse and skirt, kicking them aside with a flourish. She stood before Vorcka in nothing but her lacy bra and panties, her eyes challenging him. "Like what you see, Master?"
Vorcka took his time, his gaze wandering over Emika's curves. "Very much so. But I want to see all of you.
Take everything off," Vorcka commanded, his voice steady and firm.
Emika smirked, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slowly sliding them down her legs. She stepped out of them, leaving her completely bare before Vorcka. She stood tall, her shoulders back, and her chin raised in defiance.
Yezbit, on the other hand, hesitated. She had unbuttoned her blouse, but her hands hovered over the front clasp of her bra, uncertainty written all over her face.
"Come on, Yezbit," Emika prodded, her voice encouraging.
"Don't be shy. Our master wants to see all of us."
Yezbit took a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for the clasp of her bra. She fumbled with it for a moment before finally undoing it, allowing the cups to fall away and reveal her breasts. She quickly covered them with her arms, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment.
Vorcka watched her, his expression unreadable. "All of you, Yezbit.
I want to see every inch of your beautiful body," Vorcka said, his voice firm yet gentle. He could see the struggle in her eyes, the internal battle between her desire and her inhibitions. He wanted to push her, to help her overcome her fears, but he also didn't want to scare her off.
Yezbit bit her lower lip, her eyes darting between Vorcka and Emika. She seemed to draw strength from her friend's presence, and with a deep breath, she slowly lowered her arms, revealing her breasts to Vorcka.
He could see the goosebumps on her skin, the way her nipples hardened in the cool air of the office. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, her eyes never leaving Vorcka's as she slowly slid them down her legs.
Vorcka couldn't help but admire the sight before him. Emika, bold and confident, stood tall and proud, her body on full display. Yezbit, on the other hand, was more hesitant, her body language tense, but there was a vulnerability in her eyes that stirred something within him.
"Um, m-master," Yezbit said nervously.
It was the first time she'd said that word, and Vorcka was immediately paying attention to her as she stood there timidly. "What is it, Yezbit?"
"I've always been..less sensitive... down there. And since last weekend, I've had an even harder time... enjoying myself. Please don't hate me if I don't seem like I'm enjoying it as much as she is."
Vorcka almost laughed, but he knew how hard it had been for Yezbit to admit it to him. Besides, he knew it was his own fault she felt this way. He suspected she lived life at around a three or four, but last week, after they'd had their fun, he'd turned her sensitivity down to two.
That was an easy enough fix. Crooking his finger at her, he leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Sensitivity 7"
Yezbit was incapable of consciously hearing the trigger words, so to her, it seemed as if Vorcka had simply leaned in, then breathed warmly into her year. The effect was immediate. Her hands holding her breasts in embarrassment suddenly felt as if they stimulating her. The nipples felt her fingers brushing against them and it sent shivers down her spine. She couldn't remember ever feeling so good just from her own hands. A moaning gasp escaped her lips.
Emika hadn't heard anything, but even she could see the results. If Vorcka could do that to the ice queen Yezbit, she was excited to see what was in store for all three of them. "Master," she said. "Don't forget about me."
Emika pouted, stepping closer to Vorcka. She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, her eyes holding his captive. "I want to feel your touch too, Master."
Vorcka smiled, his gaze shifting between the two women. "Impatient, aren't you?
Alright, I can't have my slaves neglected now, can I?"
He turned to Emika, his hands reaching for her. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples. She gasped, her back arching into his touch.
"Oh, Master. That feels so good."
Vorcka chuckled, his hands continuing their exploration. "I'm glad you think so, slave. But I have a feeling you can handle even more."
He stepped back, his eyes roaming over Emika's body. "Turn around, put your hands on the desk, and stick your ass out." She did as she was told, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel Vorcka's eyes on her, could imagine the smirk on his face.
She felt a thrill of anticipation run through her veins, her body already aching for his touch. She heard him move, the rustle of fabric as he shed his own clothes. She couldn't see him, but she could feel his presence, strong and commanding.
"Spread your legs, slave," he ordered, his voice low and firm. She complied, her body trembling with desire. She could feel the cool air against her wetness, could feel the anticipation building within her.
"Good girl," he murmured, his hands caressing her ass. She moaned, her body arching into his touch.
She could feel his fingers tracing the curve of her ass, could feel the heat of his body behind her. She wanted him, needed him, but she also wanted to see him, to watch him as he took control.
"Master," she gasped, turning her head to look at him. "Can I watch you?"
Vorcka chuckled, his fingers pausing in their exploration. "You're eager, aren't you? Alright, turn around."
Emika quickly did as she was told, her eyes eager as she took in the sight of Vorcka's naked body.
He was lean and muscular, his skin tanned and smooth. His cock was already hard, standing at attention, and Emika couldn't help but lick her lips at the sight of it.
"Like what you see, slave?" Vorcka asked, a smirk playing on his lips.
Emika nodded, her eyes never leaving his cock. "Yes, Master. Very much."
Vorcka chuckled, stepping closer to her. "Because I plan on using it to fill you up, nice and deep."
Emika moaned at the thought, her body already aching with desire.
Yezbit stood to the side, still reveling in the sudden increase of her body's sensitivity. Yet seeing Emika getting so much attention from Vorcka, she began to feel jealous. "Master, don't forget about me."
Yezbit's voice was small, almost timid, as she looked at Vorcka and Emika. Vorcka's gaze shifted to her, his expression softening slightly.
"Of course not, Yezbit. Come here," he said, beckoning her with a crooked finger. She hesitated for a moment before stepping closer, her eyes still darting nervously between Vorcka and Emika.
Vorcka reached out, his hand cupping Yezbit's cheek. "You're beautiful, you know that? Don't ever feel like you're less than Emika.
You're both here because I want you both, understand?"
Yezbit nodded, her eyes meeting Vorcka's. She could see the sincerity in his gaze, and it helped to calm her nerves slightly. "Yes, Master," she whispered.
Vorcka smiled, his thumb brushing against her cheek. "Good girl. Now, come here and help me with Emika."
Yezbit hesitated for a moment before stepping closer to Emika. She could see the desire in her friend's eyes, the way her body trembled with anticipation.
Emika was already lost in her own world of pleasure, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the touch of their master. Yezbit felt a pang of jealousy, but it was quickly replaced by a sense of empowerment. She was here, with them, and she would not be left out.
Vorcka must have sensed her thoughts, for he turned to her with a wicked grin. "Yezbit, I want you to touch Emika. Make her feel good." His voice was firm, brooking no argument, and Yezbit felt a thrill run through her at the command.
She looked at Emika, her friend's eyes fluttering open to meet hers. There was a moment of hesitation, a silent question passing between them, before Emika nodded almost imperceptibly.
Yezbit reached out, her fingers tracing the curve of Emika's breast. She could feel the softness of her skin, the way her nipple hardened beneath her touch. Emika moaned, her head falling back to rest on Vorcka's shoulder.
"Master, that feels so good," Emika gasped, her body trembling.
Vorcka chuckled, his hands never pausing in their exploration of Emika's body.
Emika looked at her friend, inexperienced, but suddenly curious. She was enjoying Vorcka's attention, but she wanted to share that feeling with her friend. Stepping out of his embrace, Emika grabbed Yezbit, kissed her deeply, then guided her into Vorcka's waiting hands.
Vorcka took Yezbit's hands, placing them on his chest.
"Touch me, Yezbit. Explore my body," he commanded softly.
Yezbit hesitated for a moment before tentatively placing her hands on Vorcka's chest. She could feel the warmth of his skin, the firmness of his muscles. She traced the lines of his abs, her fingers tingling with the contact.
Vorcka watched her, his eyes darkening with desire. "That's it, Yezbit. Touch me. Make me feel good."
Emika, watching the exchange, felt a surge of jealousy.
She wanted more of Vorcka's attention, but she also wanted to see Yezbit come out of her shell. She stepped closer to Vorcka, her hand wrapping around his cock. She stroked it, feeling it grow even harder in her hand. Vorcka moaned, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment before opening to meet hers.
"Greedy, aren't you, slave?" he teased, his voice low and husky.
Emika smirked, her hand never pausing in its movement. "You haven't seen greedy yet, Master."
Vorcka chuckled as he turned his focus on Yezbit. She was awkward and shy standing there, naked, and it awoke something ferocious in him.
He wanted to see her come undone, to be completely unraveled under his touch. Vorcka's hands left her breasts and traveled slowly down her stomach. She let out a sigh of pleasure as his fingers reached her sex, feeling a shiver run down her spine. He began to gently explore her, caressing her folds, feeling her warmth against his fingertips. Yezbit closed her eyes, her breath hitching as he gently eased a finger inside of her. She was so tight, so warm and wet around him. Vorcka couldn't resist the urge any longer.
He leaned in and pressed his lips to Yezbit's, feeling her startled gasp against his mouth. But she quickly responded, her lips parting to allow his tongue to explore her mouth. Vorcka deepened the kiss, his hands gripping her hips as he guided her closer.
Emika watched with hooded eyes, her hand still wrapped around Vorcka's cock. She could feel him shudder under her touch, and it only fueled her own desire.
She began to stroke him faster, feeling him grow even harder in her hand.
Meanwhile, Vorcka's fingers continued to explore Yezbit's body. He teased her clit before plunging deeper into her, making her moan into his mouth. Her hips began to move in rhythm with his fingers, and Vorcka knew she was close.
"Cum for me, Yezbit," he whispered against her lips. "Cum for your master."
With that, Yezbit shattered.
She gasped, her fingers tightening on Vorcka's chest, her nails digging in as her orgasm overtook her. Vorcka groaned against her lips, his rhythm stumbling as he felt her contract around his finger.
Emika watched, mesmerized as Yezbit lost herself in pleasure. She quickened her pace, gripping Vorcka's shaft tightly as she pulled upward. Vorcka broke their kiss, his head tilted back in ecstasy.
Emika watched Vorcka's face, smiling at the way his features were twisted in pleasure. His breathing quickened and became ragged. She knew he was close to the edge.
Moaning, Vorcka gripped Yezbit tightly and felt her shudder again as she trembled with aftershocks from her climax. He couldn't believe how hot and tight she was; with her sensitivity turned up to seven, she was utterly insatiable. And Emika was just as irresistible as she writhed from the attention Vorcka paid her.
He could feel her hand on his cock, her grip firm and steady as she stroked him. He wanted to cum, to release all the pent-up tension that had been building since he'd first laid eyes on them, but he also wanted to make this last. He wanted to savor every moment, every touch, every sound they made.
He looked from one woman to the other, his gaze lingering on Emika's flushed cheeks and hooded eyes before shifting to Yezbit, who was still catching her breath, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
He could still feel her wetness on his fingers, and it only served to heighten his own desire.
"Master," Emika whimpered, her hand still stroking him. "Please, I need you inside me."
Vorcka chuckled, his eyes darkening with lust. "Patience, slave. I want to enjoy this, and I want you both to enjoy it too."
He reached out, his hand cupping Emika's chin. "You're so eager, aren't you? I like that.
I want to see you beg for it, Emika. I want to hear you plead for my cock."
Emika's eyes flashed with defiance, but Vorcka could see the lust simmering beneath the surface. "Fuck you, Vorcka. I don't beg."
Vorcka smirked, his thumb rubbing against Emika's bottom lip. "We'll see about that, slave. But for now, watch."
He turned his attention to Yezbit, who was still trying to catch her breath. Her skin was flushed, her breasts heaving with each ragged breath she took.
Vorcka couldn't resist the temptation any longer. He leaned down, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. Yezbit gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as she held him close.
Emika watched, her hand still stroking Vorcka's cock, but her eyes were locked onto the sight of Yezbit's pleasure. She could see the way her friend's body responded to Vorcka's touch, the way her hips moved, seeking more. It only served to fuel her own desire, and she began to stroke Vorcka faster, her grip tighter.
Vorcka moaned against Yezbit's breast, his hips moving in time with Emika's hand. He could feel himself nearing the edge, but he wasn't ready to cum yet. Not before he'd had a taste of both of them.
He pulled away from Yezbit, his eyes meeting hers. "Turn around, Yezbit. I want to fuck you from behind."
Yezbit nodded, her eyes still glazed over with pleasure. She turned around, presenting her ass to Vorcka. He ran his hands over her curves, his fingers tracing the line of her spine before gripping her hips.
He could feel her tremble beneath his touch, and it only served to heighten his own desire. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock throbbing with anticipation.
Emika watched, her eyes locked onto the sight of Vorcka's cock pressing against Yezbit's pussy. She could see the way her friend's body tensed, could hear the sharp intake of breath as Vorcka began to push inside her.
"Fuck, you're so tight, Yezbit," Vorcka groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he slowly inched his way inside her.
Yezbit bit her lip, her hands gripping the edge of the desk as she tried to accommodate his size. The sensation was intense, her heightened sensitivity making every thrust feel like a jolt of electricity coursing through her veins.
Emika watched, her hand still stroking Vorcka's cock, but her eyes were locked onto the sight of Yezbit's pussy stretching to accept him. She could see the way her friend's body tensed, could hear the sharp intake of breath as Vorcka began to pick up the pace, his hips slapping against Yezbit's ass.
The sound of their flesh meeting filled the room, a symphony of lust and desire that only served to fuel Emika's own need.
"Fuck, Yezbit," Vorcka groaned, his fingers digging into her hips. "Your pussy is so fucking tight. I could fuck you all day."
Yezbit moaned, her fingers tightening on the edge of the desk. Fuck me. Fuck me hard."
Emika watched, her heart pounding in her chest, her pussy throbbing with need.
She could see the way Yezbit's body responded to Vorcka's every thrust, the way her friend's breasts bounced with each impact. She wanted that, needed that. She needed to feel Vorcka's cock inside her, filling her up, stretching her.
"Master," she whimpered, her hand still stroking him, but her pace had slowed, her movements becoming jerky and uncoordinated. "Please, I need you inside me too."
Vorcka looked at her, his eyes dark with lust. "You're so eager, aren't you, slave? I knew you could find it. That need so bad it would finally make you beg." Vorcka chuckled, his grip on Yezbit's hips tightening as he increased his pace. His cock slammed into her, again and again, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. She could feel him everywhere, his thickness stretching her, filling her completely.
Emika watched, her pussy pulsing with need. She could see the way Yezbit's body responded to Vorcka's every thrust, the way her friend's breasts bounced, her nipples hardness.
Vorcka's hand reached around and began stroking her clit in time with his thrusts, and Yezbit cried out in pleasure, her orgasm hitting her like a tidal wave, causing her to tremble.
Vorcka was enjoying himself to no end, the tightness of Yezbit's pussy was beyond anything he could have imagined. But his mind kept drifting towards the other woman in the room, standing at the sidelines, watching them with a look of pure hunger in her eyes.
He knew she was desperate to join, her body aching with the need for release.
Vorcka pulled out of Yezbit, smirking at the disappointed whimper she let out. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I haven't forgotten about you."
He turned his attention to Emika, who stepped closer, her legs trembling in anticipation. Her eyes were glazed with lust, and Vorcka could see her nipples harden under his gaze. She licked her lips, a silent plea for him to take her.
Vorcka didn't hesitate, his cock twitching in anticipation.
He grabbed her hips, pulling her close, and slammed his cock deep inside her wetness. Emika screamed, her back arching as she felt him fill her. His thrusts were hard and fast, each one pushing her closer to the edge.
Yezbit watched, touching herself as she watched her best friend being fucked by Vorcka. She could see the pleasure on Emika's face, her body writhing in ecstasy.
At the same time, Yezbit could feel her own body still tingling from the aftershocks of her own orgasm, and her fingers danced on her clit.
Vorcka was a sight to behold, his body slick with sweat, his muscles rippling as he drove into Emika again and again. His hips slapped against her ass with a loud sound that echoed through the room, punctuated by Emika's cries of pleasure.
But Vorcka's gaze fell on Yezbit, who was pleasuring herself as she watched them.
The sight of her best friend touching herself set Emika off, pushing her over the edge. She screamed out Vorcka's name, her body trembling and convulsing as she came hard.
Vorcka pulled out of Emika's wetness and turned to Yezbit, grabbing her hips and pulling her close. He thrust his cock into her still-pulsing pussy, making her gasp and cling onto him. He began pounding into her, brutal and rough, his balls slapping against her ass with every thrust.
Yezbit cried out, her fingers digging into his back as wave upon wave of pleasure crashed over her. She had never felt so alive, so desired, so wanted. Vorcka was taking her to heights she had never known existed, and she reveled in it.
Emika watched, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her own orgasm. She couldn't tear her gaze away from the raw, explicit display in front of her. Her best friend was being fucked hard by Vorcka, and she couldn't help but feel a pang of envy.
Yezbit caught Emika's eye, and she could see the desire burning in her friend's gaze. Emika bit her lip, practically begging Vorcka for another round, pressing against him to take the brunt of his passionate thrusts.
She reached up and fondled her own breasts as she watched Yezbit, who was visibly trembling as Vorcka ravaged her.
Vorcka's hands gripped Yezbit's ass hard as he drove into her with each forceful thrust. The sound of his balls slapping against her skin echoed through the office, and before long, Yezbit was screaming Vorcka's name, the intensity of her orgasm palpable.
As Vorcka slowed his thrusts, Emika couldn't resist anymore.
She moved towards them and knelt before her best friend, who was still reeling from her orgasm. Emika's lips found Yezbit's clit, and she began to suck and flick the swollen button with her tongue, making Yezbit moan in pleasure once more.
Vorcka watched as his two lovers writhed in pleasure, his cock still buried deep within Yezbit's pussy. Emika's fingers found their way to Vorcka's shaft, stroking him in time with her oral ministrations.
Vorcka couldn't hold back any longer, he pulled out of Yezbit with a moan, his cock twitching and throbbing as he ejaculated, spurts of his hot, thick cum landing on Emika's face and Yezbit's trembling body.
Yezbit looked up at Emika, her eyes filled with a mixture of pride and hunger as she continued to lick and suck Vorcka's cock, cleaning him off.
Vorcka took a step back, watching as the two women licked and touched each other.
Yezbit's moans filled the room as Emika's tongue circled her clit, her fingers plunging into Yezbit's pussy. Vorcka's cock twitched at the sight, still slick with their combined juices. He reached down and stroked himself, watching as Emika brought Yezbit to another orgasm.
"Oh god, Emika," Yezbit cried out, her body shaking as she came for the third time that night.
Emika pulled back, a satisfied smile on her face as she looked up at Vorcka.
"Mmm, you taste amazing."
She stood up, turning to Yezbit, who was still catching her breath. Emika leaned down and kissed her deeply, their tongues dancing together as the taste of Vorcka's cum mixed between them.
Yezbit moaned, her hands reaching up to tangle in Emika's hair, pulling her closer. She could feel her body tingling with pleasure, still sensitive from Vorcka's touch.
Vorcka stepped back, watching the two women, his eyes dark with desire.
He could see the way Emika's eyes sparkled with mischief, and the way Yezbit's body quivered with tiredness but still hungry for more.
"I think it's time for round two," he rasped out, his voice thick with lust.
Emika grinned wickedly and stepped back towards Vorcka, her hands reaching out to stroke his hardening cock. She could feel him grow harder beneath her touch, his hips bucking slightly. At the same time, she turned to continue lapping at Yezbit's still sensitive and engorged clit. It was her turn to be filled with Vorcka, and yet she couldn't leave her friend on her own. Firmly, she guided Vorcka's cock to her entrance, moaning as he slowly filled her up.
Vorcka groaned loudly, his balls slapping against Emika's skin. She had never felt so full, so alive as she did at that moment, fucked by Vorcka while licking and tasting her best friend's pussy.
"Fuck, Emika, you feel so fucking good," Vorcka whispered, sweat dripping down his brow. Yezbit moaned as she felt the vibrations of Vorcka's voice through Emika's tongue.
She pushed deeper into Emika's mouth, pressing her hips forward into Vorcka's thrusts. Her fingers clawed at the wood of the desk, moaning as she felt her orgasm building.
Vorcka's thrusts grew harder, more insistent, and Emika could feel her orgasm building once again. Yezbit's moans grew louder, her hips bucking against Emika's tongue as her own climax approached.
Vorcka was close, his breathing ragged and uneven as he slammed into Emika. He could feel her tighten around him, her pussy clenching and unclenching as she orgasmed once again.
The sight of her quivering, as she came apart in his arms, sent a bolt of raw lust courseing through him. He couldn't hold back any longer. Vorcka arched his back, his hips thrusting hard and deep as he let loose a guttural roar. His seed roared out of him, pouring inside of her, filling her in a way that seemed to send her over the edge once more.
Emika collapsed forward, her head and shoulders trapped between Yezbit's thighs as she rode out her own orgasm.
Emika whimpered and moaned, her body shuddering as spasms of pleasure pulsed through her. Yezbit's hands grabbed onto Emika's head, squeezing tightly as she rode the wave of her orgasm higher and higher. Her lean body glistened with a fine sheen of sweat, even in the dim lighting of the office. Vorcka's heavy breathing filled the air, his balls slapping against Emika's tender flesh as he continued to jerk and spasm, releasing his seed inside her. Yezbit pressed against the desk, her knuckles pale as she clutched it tightly, her other hand sliding gently through Emika's damp hair.
The three of them stood there, silent and still, as Vorcka's climax washed over him. Spent, he slowly pulled out of Emika, who whimpered and shuddered as he did so. Vorcka turned to Yezbit, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek, his thumb brushing away a bead of sweat from her forehead.
She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment.
"You," she breathed, her fingers reaching up to tangle in his hair, "are amazing."
Vorcka chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth. "So are you." He collapsed to the ground, resting his back against the desk as Emika slumped down next to him. Yezbit remained on the desk, legs dangling off the edge, feet resting just between Vircka and Emika's heads.
The room was a mess - papers strewn across the floor, a toppled chair, a shattered keyboard; and the air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat.
Erika looked past the dangling feet. "I don't leave until Sunday. That's plenty of time to recover, right?"
Vorcka rolled his eyes. "Fuck. I'm never gonna get my work done, am I?"
Yezbit's only response was a faint kick of her feet.
"Were you aware of just how ticklish Yezbit's feet are? Back in the sorority, everyone's favorite game was to try and get a swipe at her feet." Yezbit's legs went stiff.
"I'm getting less sorry to see you go every second you stay," her voice called from overhead.
"Yeah, I bet. Cause when I'm gone you won't have to share this guy anymore."
Yezbit lifted her legs onto the desk and hugged them to her chest. It was true. Where once she'd hated everything about him, Vorcka would now be the person she looked forward to seeing most every day at work. There was no way to pin point when that change had happened, but it had.
As for Vorcka, he still wasn't sure what was going to be his plan going forward, but yet again, things had changed between him and Yezbit, and he knew that revenge against her no longer made much sense. Not that he would let things be easy for her, but it was impossible to keep seeing the person and hate her for having been a monster. Besides, at this rate, she could end up being the mother of at least one of his children. He really should look into some form of protection, or there were gonna be a lot more children around the office.