The Midnight Series // Archive 01 (Premium)
The Midnight Series // Archive 01 (Premium)
Liquid Pinstripes
“Handling my business, and business is good.”
“Strip for us,” Emma commanded softly. Her voice was laced with an authority that made Riley’s cheeks flush as she stood in the center of the dimly lit bedroom. The air was thick with the scent of vanilla candles and expensive leather, a 1970s haze that felt like a forbidden dream. Riley obeyed, peeling off her blouse to reveal breasts cupped in black lace before shimmering out of her skirt. She stood naked and vulnerable, her body glistening with arousal as she kicked the last of her fabric aside.
Michael watched from the edge of the bed, his presence heavy and possessive. He rose and approached her, his tone deep and unyielding as he ordered her to place her hands behind her back. He bound her wrists tightly with a silk scarf, the fabric biting into her skin just enough to send a sharp adrenaline rush through her. Emma smiled, her fingers tracing Riley’s wet folds with a predatory grace. “Good girl,” she whispered. “You’re ours tonight.”
They guided her to the bed, positioning her on all fours. Michael knelt behind her, his palms spreading her ass cheeks wide to observe the tight, puckered entrance of her hole. Emma climbed onto the bed in front, lowering her dripping heat onto Riley’s mouth. “Lick me while he prepares you,” Emma demanded. Riley’s tongue darted out, lapping at Emma’s clit with eager, frantic flicks as pleasure mixed with the burn of anticipation.
Behind her, Michael worked his fingers in with the aid of oil, scissoring gently to stretch her tight passage. Riley bucked as a sharp smack delivered by Michael’s hand left a red imprint on her ass cheek. The slap echoed, and Emma lifted off her face just long enough to ask, “You like that? Being our plaything?” Riley could only nod frantically, gasping for air.
Michael withdrew his fingers and pressed the head of his cock against her, pushing forward inch by inch. Riley cried out at the overwhelming fullness, but Emma silenced her with a deep, tangling kiss. He bottomed out, his balls slapping against her as he built a punishing rhythm. Each plunge jolted Riley forward into Emma’s mouth, her body vibrating with the intensity of the bond being forged.
The combination shattered her. As Michael demanded she “Cum for us,” Riley’s ass clenched around him in a violent orgasm that ripped through her. With a guttural roar, Michael buried himself deep, flooding her with hot spurts. In the quiet afterglow, the three collapsed together, breaths mingling. As Emma caught Michael’s gaze, the possessive look they shared confirmed it: the lines were gone. Business was handled, and business was very good.