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The energy in the room had shifted completely. Emily was still kneeling at Dylan’s feet, topless now except for the leather collar around her throat and the streaks of cum drying slowly across her face. Somehow, the fact that she still wore her galaxy leggings made the whole thing feel even worse. She still looked like herself. Still looked like the cute, slightly awkward girl who had walked in here an hour ago. Only now she kept glancing up at Dylan with that same soft, devoted expression I knew far too well from Sophia.

Chris hadn’t stopped staring at her once. I could feel it through the lock between us. Every shallow breath. Every tiny shake running through his body. We were still forced awkwardly close together on the couch, our cages brushing against each other every time he shifted. At first he seemed embarrassed by the contact. Now I wasn’t even sure he noticed it anymore.

Sophia, however, did. She stood beside Dylan, one hand resting lazily against his shoulder as she watched Chris slowly come apart in front of her. There was something almost affectionate in her expression. Patient. Curious. Like she already knew exactly where this night would end. Then her eyes drifted toward me. And suddenly I understood that Chris wasn’t the only one being taught a lesson tonight. My cock strained helplessly against its cage as Emily kept looking up at Dylan like she was waiting for permission to breathe. Beside me, Chris whispered her name so quietly I almost missed it.

Dylan moved Emily onto the ottoman in front of us without hesitation, one hand at the front of her collar guiding her exactly where he wanted her. She followed immediately. That was the part Chris seemed unable to process. Not the obedience itself, but how natural it already looked on her. Dylan adjusted her posture, spreading her legs slightly and pressing a hand against her lower back until she let out a soft, shaky sound and relaxed into the position for him.

Beside me, Chris stopped breathing for a second. I was pretty sure he had never touched her like that before. Never simply taken control of her body and expected her to melt into it. But Emily did. She stayed there flushed and trembling and then just moaned as Dylan slid down her galaxy leggings, just enough that her glistening pink pussy became clearly visible. She was incredibly wet, a creamy white stream of juices coating her swollen lips.

Chris made a quiet noise beside me. ‘Please’, he whispered after a moment. ‘We… we have a rule about condoms.’

Sophia laughed softly. Not cruelly. Almost knowingly. Then she disappeared into the bedroom for a moment before returning with a foil wrapper between two fingers. She tossed it into Chris’s lap casually and he stared at it for a second without moving. Dylan turned toward us slowly, his fat cock already fully hard again. ‘Go on’, he said simply. ‘She’s waiting.’

That was the moment Chris understood. I felt it through the lock between us, the sudden tension running through his whole body. His face turned bright red as he picked up the wrapper with shaking hands. Emily was still positioned on the ottoman, but now her head had tilted slightly toward us. She was watching him. Watching him hand her over. And somehow, the worst part was that she didn’t look scared or embarrassed anymore. Only nervous. Excited. Curious to see what he would do. Chris opened the wrapper slowly and that distinct smell of latex filled the air. Then, with trembling hands, he rolled the condom down on Dylan’s cock, preparing him for Emily without so much as a fight.

The last thing I saw was Dylan stepping in close behind Emily, one hand still resting against the front of her collar as he positioned her the way he wanted, his cock pressed against her eager pussy. Then darkness swallowed the room as something soft slid over my eyes.

‘You don’t get to enjoy their show’, Sophia murmured behind me. Her voice carried that calm amusement I knew far too well by now. My dick throbbed uselessly inside its cage as her hands wandered slowly across my chest and stomach, just enough touch to make the frustration worse. Then she stepped away again, leaving me blind and painfully aware of every sound in the room.

Emily made a small noise first. Not loud. Just startled enough that I could immediately picture the expression on Chris’s face beside me. Then came the slow rhythm of movement somewhere in front of us and her breathing started changing with it, softer at first, then increasingly uneven. Every now and then she let out these helpless little sounds like she was trying not to react so openly and failing completely.

Beside me, Chris was falling apart. I could hear it in the tiny gasps he kept trying to swallow down. In the way he whispered Emily’s name under his breath like he hoped saying it softly enough would somehow make this feel less real. But the worst part was feeling him through the lock between us, every unconscious movement pressing him closer against me whenever Emily lost another soft moan into the room.

At some point, I stopped trying to imagine what Dylan was doing to her physically. I didn’t need to. Chris’s reactions told me enough. The shame in his breathing slowly started giving way to something else. Something needier. More desperate. And judging from the way Emily sounded now, openly moaning for Dylan without even trying to hide it anymore, I had the horrible feeling that Chris was finally starting to understand why she had slipped into obedience around Dylan so naturally.

At first, Chris still sounded shocked every time Emily lost another helpless little sound into the darkness ahead of me. Then, slowly, the disbelief started changing into something else. I could feel it happening through the lock between us. The trembling stopped feeling defensive. His body kept leaning closer unconsciously whenever Emily’s breathing turned uneven or when another soft, broken ‘Sir’ escaped her lips. At some point even that disappeared, dissolving into breathless noises that no longer sounded self-conscious at all.

Chris whispered her name like he was trying to hold onto her. But she already sounded far away. Beside me, his cage kept pressing helplessly against my thigh every time the rhythm in front of us changed. I could practically feel him trying to understand what he was hearing. Trying to fit it back into the safe little fantasy he thought he had brought here tonight.

Sophia must have noticed the exact moment it stopped feeling safe. I could suddenly feel her leaning on my shoulder, whispering something into his ear. I couldn’t hear what she said, but I could feel Chris’s immediate reaction. I was pressed forward very suddenly as he jerked to the side, my body almost falling against his. He tried gasping for air and quietly said: ‘No’, more to himself than to anyone else. ‘No’, he repeated more vehemently, breath shaking now. ‘She… she wouldn’t want that.’

For a moment, nobody answered him. Then Sophia said calmly: ‘Ask her.’

The sounds in front of us slowed. Emily made this soft, desperate noise that instantly pulled another shiver through Chris’s entire body. When he finally spoke, his voice sounded wrecked already: ‘Do you… do you still want the condom?’

For a moment, Emily only breathed unevenly somewhere in front of us. Then she answered softly: ‘I’m sorry, babe. I know I promised. But I don’t want there to be anything between me and him anymore.’

Chris made the smallest broken sound beside me. And suddenly I understood what Sophia had done to him. She had forced him to stop thinking about rules. Stop thinking about limits. Stop thinking about what was supposed to protect him. Now all he could think about was what Emily actually wanted.

Dylan’s voice cut through the room quietly. ‘Is that what you want too?’

Chris froze beside me. I could feel him trying one last time not to say it. ‘If she wants it…’, he whispered weakly.

Sophia laughed softly. ‘That’s not what he asked.’ Silence. Then, much quieter: ‘Tell the truth.’

Chris’s breathing broke completely after that. ‘Yes’, he admitted finally, barely audible. ‘Oh god… yes.’

Beside us, Sophia chuckled: ‘Gosh, you cucks are all the same. Pathetic.’ Her words stung because I knew they were true. It was this very apartment, only two years ago, where I had been in his position. I now knew that there was no coming back from it. I almost pitied Chris a little, but he had made his choice.

For a moment, the room went completely quiet except for Emily’s uneven breathing somewhere in front of us. Then Dylan spoke again: ‘Did you know he would ask for this?’

Emily hesitated only briefly: ‘You told me he would, Sir.’

Beside me, Chris made a tiny sound like he’d been punched in the stomach. ‘And now that he has’, Dylan continued calmly, ’do you still want it?’

Emily’s answer came quicker this time, nervous but certain. ‘Yes, Sir.’ A shaky breath. ‘I want to feel what he begged for.’

I could feel something shift inside Chris beside me. Like some final little defense inside him had finally given way. Then Dylan asked the question that truly broke him: ‘Do you want him to watch you while I give you what he begged for?’

For the first time since this started, Emily went quiet for longer than a few seconds. When she finally spoke again, her voice sounded almost apologetic. But at the same time, there was a strange sense of sincerity lingering in her words: ‘I’m sorry, babe’, she whispered softly toward Chris. ‘I need you to understand this is real.’

Chris stopped breathing beside me. I felt every tiny tremble that followed through the lock between us. The panic. The humiliation. The aching arousal he could no longer separate from any of it. For a second, I honestly thought he might try to take it back somehow. Try to say no. Try to rebuild the wall that had just collapsed between fantasy and reality.

But eventually, his horny, desperate mind won. He leaned closer, dragging me awkwardly along with him through the short chain between our collars. Then I felt the slow pressure of his cage against my thigh, frantic and needy now, his body unconsciously searching for friction anywhere it could find.

From somewhere in front of us, Emily gasped sharply. Then came a long silence. Not an empty one. The kind of silence where everyone in the room suddenly understands something important at the same time.

‘Oh my god’, Emily whispered finally. Her voice sounded different. Higher. Less controlled. Like she had expected this moment to feel dirty or frightening and instead found herself completely overwhelmed by how badly she wanted it.

Chris shuddered violently beside me. ‘I can’t believe this is happening’, Emily said breathlessly, almost laughing for a second before another sound cut her off completely. “I… oh god…”

The rhythm in front of us changed again. And so did her attempts at speaking coherent sentences, that now seemed to dissolve into desperate noises halfway through. Beside me, Chris pressed himself harder against my leg. At this point I wasn’t even sure he realized he was doing it anymore. His entire body felt caught between humiliation and hunger, like the two emotions had finally melted into the same thing.

Emily kept trying to speak. Kept trying to apologize between breaths, but every apology fell apart before she could finish it. Chris’s cage grinded helplessly against my thigh while his breathing turned rough and uneven beside me. I could feel the exact moment humiliation stopped being something he endured and became something he needed.

Eventually, all Emily seemed to produce were shaky noises that sounded more like groans than words. Then suddenly, she became very quiet. Chris gasped audibly beside me. ‘Babe…?’ he whispered, almost in denial. For a few seconds, it was completely silent except for Emily’s uneven breathing. Then, she cried out louder than she had before and suddenly the room filled with a different kind of sound entirely. Wet, chaotic, impossible to mistake once it started. Emily gasped for air, clearly surprised herself at what was happening.

Chris leaned forward and whispered ‘Oh my god’, almost in disbelief. Like he had realized there were reactions Dylan could pull out of her that he never had. Perhaps never could.

After that, nothing in the room sounded the same anymore. Emily kept trying to catch her breath somewhere in front of us, soft, overwhelmed little gasps breaking apart every few seconds as if even she didn’t fully understand what had just happened to her. Every movement from Dylan pulled another helpless sound out of her almost immediately.

Beside me, Chris had gone completely still. Only his breathing remained, as if the rest of his mind had gone numb. He kept unconsciously grinding himself against my leg like his body no longer understood where all this longing was supposed to go.

Emily seemed gone. That nervous girl from earlier tonight with her galaxy leggings and her messy bun seemed to have disappeared into the darkness in front of me. Not gone entirely. She still sounded unmistakably like Emily. Just stripped open emotionally, softened into whatever Dylan wanted her to be now. There were only exhausted little sobs coming from her. Tiny desperate breaths every time Dylan spoke to her in that calm voice of his. She sounded completely overwhelmed by whatever was happening inside her head now, the only coherent fragments leaving her mouth little cries begging him not to stop.

Then Dylan warned her softly that he would cum. And Emily answered immediately, her voice soft and ruined and devoted all at once: ‘Please!’

It was this moment that finally broke Chris. With a devastated little sound, he came against my thigh, his caged dick twitching relentlessly as he was releasing streak after streak of cum. At almost the exact same moment, Emily made one last helpless noise somewhere in the darkness ahead of us, her voice soon being drowned in almost inaudible whimpers.

A hand slid slowly up the back of my neck. Then the blindfold came away and for a second, the room felt painfully bright. Emily was still lying on the ottoman exactly where Dylan had left her, her colorful leggings only pushed down slightly, just enough to show how little effort it had taken to completely undo her. Her pussy was glistening with his cum now, slowly leaking little drops on her leggings.

She looked exhausted. Not embarrassed. Not ashamed. Just completely overwhelmed. Her glasses sat crooked on her face now, and her messy bun had half fallen apart somewhere along the way. A faint flush still covered her chest and cheeks while she stared vaguely toward the wall in front of her, breathing slowly like she was drifting somewhere very far away.

Dylan sat beside her looking perfectly calm, almost ready to leave for the bathroom. Emily barely seemed capable of focusing on us anymore. Every now and then her eyes wandered toward the man who had brought her to this state, her look soft and distant, then her eyes were slipping half-shut again.

Beside me, Chris made the smallest sound and I turned toward him. He looked destroyed. His whole body still trembled faintly from his orgasm that had left an embarrassing, sticky mess on my thigh. His flushed face was caught somewhere between shame, devotion, disbelief, and desperate longing. His eyes were completely transfixed on Emily, almost as if he was trying to recognize his girlfriend somewhere in the woman that was lying there on the ottoman.

Sophia slowly walked over to her, brushing a few loose strands of hair carefully out of her face. Emily leaned unconsciously into the touch without really opening her eyes.

Then Sophia looked at Chris. ‘Can you make her feel like that?’ she asked softly.

Chris stared at Emily for a long time. ‘No’, he admitted eventually.

The room stayed quiet. Sophia bent down beside the ottoman and picked something up from the floor. Then she tossed it lightly into Chris’s lap. It took him a second to realize what it was. The discarded condom. Chris went completely still and Sophia tilted her head slightly: ‘Then who should wear the condom with her from now on?’

When he finally answered, his voice sounded completely defeated. ‘Me’, he whispered. Then he lowered his head, unable to look anywhere but the floor in front of him.

Emily’s eyes opened slightly at the sound of his voice. A small, exhausted smile spread slowly across her face. ‘Good boy’, she murmured sleepily.

I should have known the red circle meant trouble. Sophia had drawn it into our calendar weeks ago, thick and deliberate, right over that Friday night, and then refused to explain it. Every time I passed through the kitchen, my eyes found it again. By the time the day finally came, the whole apartment seemed charged with its looming presence. She locked me up in the chastity cage I have become so used to and spent the rest of the day wearing the key around her neck like a little trophy. By evening, I was already in that familiar state of nervous obedience, kneeling in front of her while I helped her get ready for whatever she had planned. I shaved her carefully, slowly, trying not to think too much about who or what I was preparing her for. Then I helped her into black stockings and her favorite black bodysuit, fastening every strap with shaking hands while she watched me with that sweet, knowing smile of hers.

She did not tell me where we were going until we were already in the car. ‘Dylan’s place’, she said, as if that explained anything. I kept my eyes on the road, trying not to stare at the key resting against her chest. Dylan opened the door before I had even found the courage to knock. He greeted Sophia first, pulling her into a long and wet kiss. Then he turned to me with that lazy grin of his and hugged me hard enough that I felt my cage press between us. For one stupid second I thought it had been an accident. Then he held me there a little longer, just long enough to make sure I knew it wasn’t. Sophia only smiled as she slipped out of her coat, revealing what I had spent the last hour helping her put on. Dylan’s eyes moved over her slowly, possessively, before his hands found her hips and pulled her back to him.

We stayed in the living room for a while, pretending to catch up. Or rather, they caught up, while I sat there trying to calm my nerves and not stare too openly at them. Something was distinctly different today, something in the way Dylan kissed her and then stopped, laughing softly against her mouth, saying they should save something for ‘the main event’. Neither of them explained what that meant. They just exchanged that look people have when everyone in the room knows the joke except you.

The doorbell rang before I had gathered the courage to ask. Dylan’s grin widened, and my stomach dropped. A minute later, a woman stepped into the apartment, followed closely by a guy who looked about as nervous as I felt. They were not what I had expected. She was pretty and energetic, although I could feel how she tried to hide her nervousness. A loose sweater was slipping slightly off one shoulder, and she wore colorful leggings that made her look more like someone arriving for a cozy game night than whatever this was. Her boyfriend hovered behind her in jeans and a plain shirt, cute, awkward, trying very hard to seem relaxed while his eyes kept glancing over to Dylan. They introduced themselves as Emily and Chris to us and awkwardly shook our hands. They were a cute couple, looked a bit younger than we were but not much. Like the typical couple you would find at a convention– slightly nerdy, about the same height, probably into board games and DnD. And apparently, into this.

For a while, we managed something like normal conversation. Dylan poured wine, Emily laughed a little too quickly at his jokes, and her boyfriend Chris would chuckle along nervously like someone trying very hard not to look overwhelmed. After the first glass, he seemed to relax a little. Or maybe he simply got better at pretending. Eventually we drifted toward the couch. Chris and I ended up at one end, close enough that our shoulders almost touched, while Sophia and Emily settled near Dylan. Or rather, Sophia settled there like she belonged, curling against him with effortless familiarity, while Emily watched her for cues and followed a beat too late.

‘I think before we start’, Dylan said, setting his glass down, ‘we should introduce some rules.’ His hand rested briefly on my girlfriend’s thigh. ‘Sophia, would you be so kind as to bring us what we need?’

She moved immediately. No hesitation, no questioning look, no playful resistance. She simply stood up, crossed the room, and disappeared into Dylan’s bedroom as if she had done this a hundred times before. When she returned, she carried a black box in both hands and presented it to him with quiet obedience. Then, without being told, she lowered herself to her knees in front of him, head bowed, lips parted around a nervous little smile.

Emily stared at her. For a second, nobody said anything. Dylan only waited, calm and patient, until the silence made the instruction obvious. Emily glanced at Chris, then at Sophia, then back at Dylan. Her cheeks flushed. Slowly, with trembling legs, she rose from the couch and knelt beside my girlfriend, trying to copy the posture Sophia had assumed so naturally. Like two obedient little toys, they knelt before him, waiting for their instructions.

Dylan opened the box and took out two black collars. The first went around Sophia’s neck. He fastened it with ease, and she lifted her chin just enough for him, exposing her throat. ‘Thank you, Sir’, she said, clear and steady. Then he turned to Emily. Her collar took a little longer. Not because Dylan struggled, but because she did. She swallowed hard as the leather closed around her neck, her eyes flickering uncertainly toward Sophia who gave her the smallest encouraging smile. ‘Thank you, Sir’, Emily whispered with a shaking voice.

Dylan looked over to us. ‘Such obedient little sluts you’ve brought me’, he said and a familiar pulse of jealousy moved through me as I looked at Sophia kneeling there, collared and calm, belonging to him so easily. But I had come to know that feeling by now. Chris was less composed. His mouth had fallen slightly open and his whole face had gone red. I recognized that look and thought that this was probably the first time he saw her like this. Maybe until tonight, she had only told him stories. Careful, softened versions of what happened when she came here. Now he was confronting the truth for the first time, tasting the sweet, intoxicating jealousy that I had grown so accustomed to.

‚Clothes off’, Dylan said calmly. I moved without question, pulling my shirt over my head, then stepping out of my pants and placing everything neatly beneath the coffee table. Now I was sitting there naked, only the clear plastic cage visible that restrained my little dick so desperately. Chris was slower. He removed his shirt, then his jeans, but stopped there, fingers hooked nervously in the waistband of his black briefs. His face had turned crimson red. For a second, I thought Dylan might say something sharp, but he stayed quiet. Eventually, Chris understood. With shaking hands, he pushed the briefs down and stepped out of them, revealing a small bright-pink cage between his legs. It suited him in an unexpected way: soft, shy, almost pretty. At the same time, his whole body was tense with embarrassment.

Dylan opened the black box again. This time, he took out two more collars and soon the leather closed around my throat. His fingers worked with practiced ease, tightening it just enough that I felt it every time I swallowed. A moment later, Chris was wearing one too, his eyes wide and fixed on the floor.

Dylan stepped back to admire us. ‘There’, he said softly. ‘Much better.’ Sophia smiled from where she was kneeling beside Emily, and the look she gave me made my stomach twist. She knew exactly what that collar did to me.

But Dylan was not finished. ‘Since this is a special night’, he continued, glancing from Sophia to Emily and then back to us, ‘and since both of you are being allowed to watch your girlfriends receive the attention they came here for, I think it’s only fair that you boys get a little treat as well.’ He reached into the box again and took out a small padlock. Before I could react, he caught the ring of my collar with one hand and Chris’s with the other, pulling us both forward. Chris stumbled into me with a soft, startled sound.

Then the lock clicked. For a moment, neither of us moved.

Chris’s face was only inches from mine now, close enough that I could see his lips tremble. I tried leaning back, but the collar tugged immediately at my throat, dragging me right back toward him. He was so close that I could feel his breath against me and when I tried turning around my caged dick started rubbing against his thigh. Dylan’s grin widened. ‘There we go’, he said. ‘Now you two can keep each other company.’

Sophia laughed softly. My cheeks were burning with embarrassment. Chris and I were locked together, naked, caged, and helplessly close, while our girlfriends knelt at Dylan’s feet, watching us deal with our new situation. ‘And now’, Dylan said, looking down at the two women kneeling at his feet, ‘why don’t you show your little cuck boyfriends what they are not getting tonight?’

Sophia moved first. She leaned in eagerly, hands already at his waistband, while Emily stayed beside her, wide-eyed and a little overwhelmed, clearly waiting to see what Sophia would do. Within seconds, Sophia had taken charge completely, showing none of the hesitation Emily still carried. Dylan’s thick cock sprang free, just waiting to be worshipped. Sophia opened her mouth and started licking him, first the tip and then taking more and more of him into her slutty little mouth. After a while, she popped it out and it just hung there, glistening with her saliva. She glanced back at Emily after a moment, smiling softly, then guided her closer with one hand. Emily followed, still blushing, still unsure, but no longer pulling away. She looked once toward Chris, almost as if she was asking a question she already knew the answer to.

Beside me, Chris made a small, broken sound. I felt it more than heard it. We were still locked together, his chest pressed close to mine, his breath suddenly quick and uneven. His eyes were fixed on his girlfriend now, all of his earlier shyness collapsing into stunned arousal. I could feel him trembling against me as Dylan placed a hand in Emily’s hair and began guiding her lips on his thick cock.

Sophia looked briefly toward us, her eyes flicking from Chris to me, then down to where our cages were trapped awkwardly close together. I felt my dick straining in its prison as I pressed it desperately against his thigh and soon we were both rubbing our cages against one another in a desperate attempt to receive any sort of pleasure. At the same time, we were both transfixed on our girlfriends who seemed to pay us little attention. While Emily was still kneeling in front of Dylan, overwhelmed and eager, Sophia slipped around behind him and placed her hands on his hips. Then, she leaned forward and pressed her tongue against his asshole, burying her face deep in there. Dylan’s reaction was immediate. His posture changed, his breath deepened, and for a moment the whole room seemed to narrow around the three of them.

Dylan stood above them, completely at ease, while both our girls devoted themselves to him from either side. Sophia looked practiced, losing herself in his ass, while Emily still looked like she was catching up to the fact that she had crossed some invisible line and somehow liked what she saw on the other side. Beside me, Chris was trembling so hard I could feel it through the lock that held us together.

Suddenly, Dylan pulled Emily back, guiding her into place and then pressed his cock firmly against her face. Within seconds, he started twitching, unloading his first load of the night with a rough, satisfied groan. Pulse after pulse, his cum poured out of him, hitting her hair and covering most of her forehead. She froze at first, shocked by it, then slowly started to smile. Not nervously this time. There was something brighter in her expression now, something newly discovered.

Dylan took a second to catch his breath, then looked down at her with unmistakable pride. ‘What does a good girl say’, he asked, still a little breathless, ‘after receiving such a nice gift?’

Emily hesitated. She was still kneeling, still flushed, still looking up at him with that stunned, star-struck expression I knew far too well. I had seen it on Sophia so many times. Judging from Chris’s reaction, though, this was new for him.

‘T-thank you, Sir,’ Emily said, maybe a little too eagerly.

Dylan smiled. ‘Good girl.’

He helped her out of her sweater and used it to clean her face casually, as if this too was part of the lesson. Emily let him. She sat there afterward, exposed and obedient, her glasses slightly crooked, her face still marked enough that nobody could pretend what had just happened was subtle. There was still some cum left in her hair and her eyebrows, a little bit even still on her cheek. But neither of them bothered to wash it away.

Chris made another small sound beside me. I felt his body shift against mine, felt the heat of his embarrassment. His arousal. His helplessness. And somehow, I understood him. Because I was watching Emily go through the same experience Sophia had gone through. At first, it had been naughty stories. Her expressing some interest in finding a man who would be rougher with her. More dominant. But this was so much more. Today, Chris was watching the exact moment his girlfriend stopped just being curious about the lifestyle. He watched as she started to enjoy being taught.

Emily looked different somehow. She was still the same cute, slightly awkward woman who had walked in wearing colorful leggings, still flushed and shy and visibly overwhelmed. But there was something new beneath it. She looked up at Dylan with a strange sense of pride, as if he held some sort of invisible power over her.

Then she looked over to Chris. Her eyes were bright, almost apologetic, but there was no regret in them. No uncertainty. If anything, she looked like she wanted him to understand. Like she needed him to see what was happening to her.

Sophia leaned forward and whispered something into Emily’s ear. Emily swallowed, then looked at Chris. ‘I think I’m starting to like your fantasy’, she said. Then her eyes wandered up to Dylan with a strange mix of devotion and pleasure. ‘I’m ready for you now, Sir.’

Dylan smiled and placed a finger against her lips. She opened her mouth for him without hesitation, her eyes fixed on his. Beside me, Chris went completely still. I felt it through the lock between us, the tiny collapse of his body against mine as he watched his girlfriend take her place at Dylan’s feet.

His fantasy had just become real.

And judging from the look on Emily’s face, she had no intention of going back.