Ava's Birthday Gift of Surrender
# Waiting for Our Masters The air in the private chamber was cool, scented with expensive leather and the faint, metallic tang of anticipation. C stood rigidly, the chill raising goosebumps on his bare skin. The only coverings were a pair
Chapter 1
The air in the private chamber was cool, scented with expensive leather and the faint, metallic tang of anticipation. C stood rigidly, the chill raising goosebumps on his bare skin. The only coverings were a pair of shockingly flimsy black lace panties—Ava’s choice, purchased with a wicked glint in her green eyes—and the heavy, supple leather collar locked snug around his throat. A matching leash pooled on the plush navy carpet at his feet. A deeper, more intimate pressure resonated within him, the firm silicone of the butt plug Ava had guided into him with teasing, deliberate slowness, a constant, humbling reminder of his submission.
He glanced sideways. Ava stood a pace away, a vision of trembling devotion. Her curvy form was sheathed in scarlet silk so sheer it was a mere suggestion, her blonde hair a messy bun that spoke of hurried, nervous preparation. An identical collar encircled her neck, her leash a crimson twin to his black one. She offered him a smile, but it was strained at the edges, her usual playful confidence submerged beneath a layer of raw, exposed nerves. Her hand found his, their fingers lacing together in a silent pact. Her skin was cold.
**“They’ll be here any moment,”** she whispered, her voice barely audible over the low, thrumming bass that seeped through the walls from the club’s main floor.
C could only nod, the short bristles of his beard catching the low light. He felt hyper-aware of everything: the pinch of the lace at his hips, the weight of the collar, the relentless, stretching fullness inside him. This was Ava’s fantasy, a birthday gift she had orchestrated with terrifying efficiency. A night of total surrender to a professional domme, CH, and her husband, A. The description of A—tall, slim, mean, with a cruel smile—had coiled in C’s gut like a cold snake since Ava first confessed the plan.
The silence stretched, filled with the sound of their breathing. Then, a definitive *click* at the door.
It opened without a knock.
Two figures filled the doorway, silhouetted against the brighter hallway. CH entered first. She was tall and slim, moving with a predatory grace. A complex tapestry of ink swirled over one bare arm and across her collarbone, visible above her sleek black corset. Her brown hair was woven into a severe, perfect braid. Her gaze swept over them, not lingering, but assessing, cataloging. A mocking smile touched her lips, not warm, but intrigued.
Behind her, A lingered in the threshold. He was indeed tall and lean, dressed in immaculate dark trousers and a shirt unbuttoned at the throat. His face was all sharp angles, and his smile, as he finally stepped inside and closed the door, was a razor-slash of amusement. It didn’t reach his cold eyes.
**“Look at that,”** CH’s voice was a smooth, dark alto. **“Two pretty pets, already plugged and collared. Waiting so patiently.”**
She stepped closer, the scent of her perfume—night-blooming jasmine and ozone—washing over them. Her finger, tipped with a black-lacquered nail, hooked under Ava’s chin, tilting her face up. **“You chose the underwear, little one? Such a tart, desperate choice.”**
Ava shivered, a soft whimper escaping her. **“Yes, Ma’am.”**
CH’s mocking smile widened. She turned her attention to C. Her gaze traveled down his body, lingering on the obscene outline of the lace, the obvious bulge beneath it. **“And you. The nervous husband. I can smell your fear. It’s… delicious.”**
A moved then, silent as a shadow. He picked up the end of C’s leash from the floor, running the leather through his long fingers. **“He’s trembling,”** A observed, his voice a low, cruel murmur. **“Good. It means he understands his place. On your knees. Both of you. Now.”**
The command, quiet and absolute, shattered the last vestige of C’s resistance. His eyes met Ava’s, seeing his own wide-eyed apprehension reflected back. Together, their hands still clasped until the last possible second, they sank to the carpet, the cool pile rough against their knees. The movement made the plugs shift inside them, a twin gasp tearing from their throats.
CH looked down at them, her dominant presence a physical weight. A stood beside her, C’s leash now held taut in his grip, the cruel smile firmly in place.
**“Now,”** CH purred, her green eyes glinting in the dim light. **“Let’s see how well you can beg.”**
Chapter 2
A’s cruel smile widened as he gave C’s leash a sharp, testing tug. The collar bit into the soft flesh of C’s throat. **“What’s wrong, pet? Cat got your tongue? Your wife seemed to know how to beg. Show me you’ve learned something from her.”**
CH chuckled, a low, rich sound. She had taken Ava’s leash, wrapping the crimson leather twice around her knuckles. **“Use your words, little husband. Tell your new master what you want.”**
Ava, her knees aching on the carpet, tried to speak first. **“Please, Sir, Ma’am… we want to serve you. We want—"**
**“Quiet,”** CH snapped, not looking at her, her green eyes fixed on C. **“I didn’t ask you. I asked this trembling piece of lace.”** She used her free hand to trace a black-lacquered nail over the swell of C’s ass, pressing deliberately against the base of the plug buried inside him. C gasped, his whole body jolting forward into the tension of the leash.
**“I… I want to serve,”** C forced out, the words thick with shame and a desperate, building heat. The plug felt impossibly large now, a constant, humiliating presence. **“Please.”**
**“Please, what?”** A purred, stepping closer. He used the toe of his polished shoe to nudge C’s thighs apart. **“Be specific. You’re wearing your wife’s slutty underwear, filled like a toy. What does a thing like you beg for?”**
C’s mind swam. The cool air, the scent of their perfumes, the obscene pressure inside him coalesced into a single, damning truth. **“Please… use me, Sir.”**
**“Better,”** A said, his voice dripping with condescension. **“On your hands and knees. Both of you. Present yourselves.”**
The order was a relief and a fresh terror. Moving in clumsy unison, they assumed the position, their heads bowed, spines curved. The new angle made the plugs shift again, a twin, sharp intake of breath echoing in the room. C felt utterly exposed, the flimsy lace of his panties stretched taut, doing nothing to hide the hard, leaking line of his cock beneath.
CH walked a slow circle around them, her heels silent on the plush carpet. **“Look at this pretty offering,”** she mused, her hand coming down to stroke Ava’s flank through the sheer scarlet silk. **“All this eager, curvy flesh. And this one…”** She stopped behind C, her fingers gripping the waistband of his panties. **“So desperate to be claimed.”**
With a sudden, harsh rip, the fragile lace tore apart. Cool air washed over C’s exposed skin, followed by the searing sting of a sharp slap delivered to his bare ass. He cried out, the sound strangled.
**“No more hiding,”** CH declared, discarding the shredded fabric. **“A, show our new pet what happens to good boys who beg so nicely.”**
A moved with languid grace, kneeling behind C. C felt long, clever fingers spread his cheeks, exposing him completely. A’s thumb circled the silicone base of the plug, applying a teasing, maddening pressure. **“You’re stretched open for us already,”** A murmured, his breath hot against C’s skin. **“So obedient. Let’s see if you can take a little more.”**
He began to work the plug, not pulling it out, but rotating it slowly, stretching the tight ring of muscle around its widest point. A ragged, broken moan was torn from C’s throat. The sensation was unbearable, a blend of deep, invasive fullness and a shocking, electric pleasure that shot up his spine. His cock throbbed, dripping onto the dark carpet beneath him.
Beside him, Ava whimpered, watching from under her lashes. **“Please, Ma’am…”**
**“Your turn soon, little one,”** CH promised, her voice a dark caress. She knelt before Ava, her fingers hooking into the top of the scarlet silk. **“Let’s get a proper look at what we own.”**
Chapter 3
The slow, deliberate rotation of the plug made C’s vision blur. A’s long fingers were relentless, working the silicone in a cruel, stretching circle that stole the air from his lungs. “You’re taking it so well,” A murmured, his voice a venomous purr against C’s ear. “Such a hungry little hole for a shy husband. Does it feel better than your wife?”
“N-no, Sir,” C gasped, the lie and the truth twisting together in the electric pain-pleasure radiating from his core. His cock, ignored and leaking, ached with a ferocious need.
Before Ava, CH’s hands finally tore the scarlet silk. The delicate material gave way with a sharp rip, baring Ava’s full, trembling body. CH traced the lines of her tattoos with a possessive finger. “So much skin to mark,” CH mused. “But first, let’s hear you. Beg for what you want, little one. Be specific.”
Ava’s green eyes were wide, glistening. Her gaze flickered to C, witnessing his degradation, and it seemed to stoke her own submission hotter. “Please, Ma’am,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Please use my mouth. Let me taste you. I need to serve.”
CH’s mocking smile was a flash of white. “Greedy slut.” She guided Ava’s head with a firm grip on her blonde bun, positioning her on her knees between CH’s own. The dark lace of CH’s underwear was a scant barrier. “Show me how badly you want it.”
As Ava’s tongue tentatively pressed against the damp fabric, a choked sob escaped her. CH looked over at A, her green eyes gleaming with shared power. “Your pet is falling apart. I think he needs to feel useful.”
A finally ceased his torturous manipulation of the plug. Instead, he delivered a stinging series of open-palmed slaps to C’s reddening ass. The sharp cracks echoed in the room, each impact jolting the plug deeper, forcing ragged cries from C’s throat. “Up,” A commanded, pulling the leash until C stumbled to his feet, his legs shaking. “You watch. You see how a real submissive worships. And you keep your hands behind your back.”
Forced to stand, his entire body throbbing, C could only obey. He watched, humiliated and achingly hard, as Ava fervently worked at CH’s clit through the lace, her muffled whimpers of need a counterpoint to CH’s low, approving hums.
CH tangled a hand in Ava’s hair, controlling her pace. “Good girl. Now, husband,” she said, her eyes locking with C’s over Ava’s head. “Tell me what you see. Describe your wife’s disgrace.”
C’s mouth was dry. The words felt like shards of glass. “I see… my wife. Serving you, Ma’am. Being your… your good little slut.”
“Louder.”
“She’s your good little slut!” The shout was torn from him, raw and desperate. The admission, the witnessing, coiled the heat in his gut tighter, a spring wound to its limit. CH’s satisfied smirk was a brand. She finally nudged Ava away, her own breathing slightly deepened. She looked at A, a silent exchange passing between them, a promise of shared spoils.
“I believe,” CH said, her voice a dark ribbon of intent, “it’s time they learned their positions properly. On the bed. Both of them. Now.”
Chapter 4
CH’s command hung in the air, a physical force that propelled them forward. On trembling legs, C and Ava crawled onto the large, low platform bed, its black sheets cool against their overheated skin. The leashes remained taut in their owners’ hands, a constant tether to their control.
**“You,”** CH said, her gaze settling on Ava. **“On your back. Legs spread. Let us see everything.”**
Whimpering, Ava obeyed, rolling onto her back. The position made her feel even more exposed, her full breasts rising with each shaky breath, the thatch of blonde curls between her thighs glistening with her own arousal. CH moved to the head of the bed, kneeling beside Ava’s shoulders. She guided Ava’s head into her lap. **“You wanted to taste me. Now you’ll watch while you serve. Keep your eyes open.”**
A pushed C down beside his wife, on his hands and knees over her, his body casting a shadow. **“You’re going to fuck her,”** A stated, his voice a cold, instructional murmur in C’s ear. **“But you don’t get to come. You don’t get to hide in her. You are a tool for our entertainment. Do you understand?”**
**“Y-yes, Sir,”** C stammered, his cock aching, hovering just above Ava’s soaked pussy.
**“Look at her,”** A commanded, his hand fisting in C’s hair, forcing his head down. Ava’s green eyes were wide, fixed on CH’s face above her as CH guided her own cock—strapped on and intimidatingly thick—to Ava’s parted lips. **“Watch your wife suck a real cock. Then take what’s left.”**
Ava’s mouth opened in a silent cry as the silicone head pressed past her lips. CH groaned, a sound of deep satisfaction, and began a slow, relentless rhythm. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room.
A positioned C, his long fingers guiding C’s throbbing cock to Ava’s entrance. **“Now. Slowly.”**
C pushed forward, a broken sob escaping him as he sank into Ava’s tight, welcoming heat. The feeling was overwhelming, a devastating counterpoint to the plug still stretching him from within. Ava moaned around the cock in her mouth, her body arching up to take him deeper.
**“That’s it,”** CH purred, her hips pumping, her eyes locked on C’s anguished face. **“Fuck your pretty little slut. Let us watch you both fall apart.”**
A stayed behind C, his hands roaming the reddened skin of C’s ass, tracing the outline of the plug. **“You feel that, pet? You’re filled at both ends. My wife owns your wife’s mouth, and I own this.”** He delivered a sharp slap to C’s ass, making him cry out and thrust harder into Ava. **“You’re just the needy, desperate connection between them.”
**“Please,”** C gasped, his rhythm becoming frantic, chasing a release that was forbidden. **“Please, Sir, I can’t—”**
**“You can,”** A interrupted, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. **“And you will. You’ll hold it until we say otherwise. Your only job is to make her scream.”**
Beneath him, Ava was unraveling, her moans guttural around the silicone stretching her jaws, her hips meeting C’s every thrust. The room dissolved into a symphony of their degradation: the slap of skin, the slick sounds of penetration, CH’s low commands, and their own ragged, pleading breaths, woven together in the dark, perfumed air.
Chapter 5
The rhythm became a brutal, driving force. C’s hips pistoned into Ava’s slick heat, every thrust jolting the plug deeper inside him, a dual sensation that bordered on agony. A’s hand was a constant, cruel presence on his back, fingers digging into his shoulders, forcing him down harder. “Faster,” A commanded, his voice a cold whip. “Make her feel it. Make her forget her own name.”
Beneath him, Ava was lost. CH’s strapped cock filled her mouth, fucking her throat with deep, possessive strokes that forced tears from the corners of her wide-open eyes. Her muffled screams vibrated around the silicone, her body convulsing with overwhelmed pleasure.
**“Look at her,”** CH snarled, her own composure fraying into raw dominance. Her green eyes burned into C’s. **“Your wife is coming apart on my cock. She’s my good little cocksleeve. Tell her.”**
C’s voice was a ragged, broken thing. **“You’re… you’re her good girl. Her cocksleeve.”**
**“Louder!”**
**“You’re her fucking cocksleeve!”** he shouted, the vulgarity tearing from him, feeding the fire in his gut.
A chuckled darkly. His free hand slid from C’s shoulder down the sweat-slicked valley of his spine, past the reddened prints on his ass, to circle the base of the plug once more. **“You’re both so desperate to come, aren’t you? A shaking, leaking mess. But not yet.”** He applied a sudden, sharp pressure, twisting the plug a quarter turn. C screamed, his thrusts becoming erratic, his balls drawn up tight and burning with need.
CH slowed her movements, pulling the wet silicone from Ava’s mouth with a lewd pop. Ava gasped for air, her lips swollen and glistening. **“Switch,”** CH ordered, her tone leaving no room for hesitation. **“Husband. You taste what she’s been worshipping. Wife. You get what you’ve been begging for.”**
With brutal efficiency, they were rearranged. A pushed C onto his back beside Ava. CH guided his head to her hips, the taste of Ava’s saliva and her own arousal stark on the silicone as she fed it past his lips. At the same time, A positioned Ava on her hands and knees over C, guiding her down onto his aching, neglected cock in one smooth, deep slide that made them both cry out.
**“Now move, pet,”** A said to Ava, taking hold of her hips. **“Ride him like you mean it. And you,”** he said, glancing down at C, whose mouth was now stuffed full, **“you suck like your life depends on it.”**
The new configuration was a perfect, degrading circuit. Ava bounced on C’s shaft, her soaked pussy milking him, while C serviced CH, his tongue working clumsily over the hard silicone. A watched it all, his cruel smile fixed, one hand steering Ava’s frantic movements, the other reaching to roughly pinch and twist C’s nipples, sending fresh jolts of sharp sensation through his overloaded system. The room was a symphony of their surrender, every gasp and slap and wet sound a note in their owners’ dark song. The edge of climax was a live wire now, sparking through all four of them, held at bay by sheer, merciless will.
Chapter 6
The cruel efficiency of the new position was dizzying. Ava’s body, slick and desperate, rose and fell on C’s cock with a frantic rhythm, each downward plunge forcing a choked groan from him that vibrated around the silicone filling his mouth. CH’s hands fisted in his hair, guiding his head with possessive tugs, her own breath coming in sharp, controlled bursts.
**“That’s it, pet,”** A murmured, his voice a dark ribbon of sound beside Ava’s ear. His long fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips, steering her motions, his cruel smile evident in his tone. **“Take every inch of him. Show him what a greedy little thing you are when you’re properly used.”**
Ava could only whimper in response, her eyes squeezed shut, her world narrowed to the brutal stretch of C inside her and the degrading knowledge that A was watching, controlling, owning her pleasure. The obscene, wet sounds of their joining filled the air.
CH pulled the strap-on from C’s mouth with a slick pop. **“Look at me,”** she commanded, her green eyes blazing. He blinked up at her, dazed. **“Tell me what you see.”**
His voice was raw, wrecked. **“I see… my wife… fucking herself on me… for you.”**
**“For *us*,”** CH corrected, her thumb swiping over his spit-slicked lower lip. **“She’s our shared toy now. And so are you.”** Her gaze flicked to A. **“Don’t you think he’s earned a little more attention?”**
A’s cold eyes lit with understanding. He released one of Ava’s hips, his hand trailing down the curve of her ass to where C’s body met hers. His fingers found the base of the plug buried in C. **“Oh, he has,”** A agreed, his voice dripping with malice. He didn’t pull it out. Instead, he began to rock it, a subtle, insistent counter-rhythm to Ava’s riding. The double stimulation—the tight clutch of Ava’s pussy and the relentless pressure inside him—drove a broken sob from C’s throat.
**“Please,”** he gasped, the word torn from him.
**“Please what?”** A asked, his fingers still working the plug.
**“I don’t… I can’t…”
“You can,”** CH said, leaning close. **“You will. You’ll hold it. You’ll take everything we give you until we decide you’re done.”** She looked at Ava, whose movements were becoming jerky, uncoordinated. **“And you, little one. You’re close, aren’t you? You want to come on your husband’s cock while we make him suffer?”**
Ava’s nod was a frantic, shameful jerk of her head. **“Yes, Ma’am!”**
**“Then ask for it,”** CH purred. **“Beg for your own climax while we deny him his.”**
Ava’s words spilled out in a desperate, sobbing stream. **“Please, let me come, please, I need it, I’ll be good, I’ll be so good, just let me—”**
A’s hand on her hip stilled her, freezing her mid-descent. **“Not yet,”** he said, the cruelty in his smile finally reaching his eyes. **“First, you’ll watch.”** He forced her upper body down, so her cheek was pressed to C’s heaving chest, her face turned toward CH. **“You’ll watch her use your husband’s mouth, and you will not move. You will not come. You will *wait*.”**
The torment was exquisite. C felt Ava’s hot tears on his skin as CH mounted his face again, her movements becoming more urgent, less controlled. The room was a pressure cooker of denied release, every gasp, every shudder, every suppressed moan winding the tension tighter. They were balanced on a razor’s edge, completely at the mercy of the two figures who owned the room, and the night, and them.
Chapter 7
The air grew thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and salt. CH’s hips pistoned against C’s mouth, her moans sharp and unfiltered now. The leash still cinched in her fist served not to restrain him, but to claim him, each tug a punctuation of her ownership.
**“Look at him,”** A commanded into Ava’s ear, his voice a dark, intimate rasp. His hand resumed its cruel work on the plug within C, twisting it just enough to make C’s whole body jolt. **“See how beautifully he suffers for your pleasure? His cock is so hard inside you, and all he gets is pain. He’s your perfect toy.”**
Ava sobbed, her tears hot on C’s chest. Her pussy clenched around him in a helpless, rhythmic spasm, a betraying echo of the climax she was forbidden to reach.
CH suddenly stilled, her body going taut. She pulled C’s head back by his hair, breaking the wet seal between them. Her green eyes were glazed, her breathing ragged. **“Enough,”** she panted, the word a sharp crack of authority. **“Off. Now.”**
A instantly hauled Ava up by her hips, lifting her off C’s cock with a slick, obscene pop. C cried out, a raw sound of loss and agonized relief as the sudden emptiness yawned. A deposited Ava onto her hands and knees beside the bed, her body trembling violently.
CH swung a leg over C, straddling his waist. She looked down at him, her mocking smile a masterpiece of control. **“You did well. You held your edge. But we’re not done with you.”** Her hand trailed down his sweat-slicked stomach to wrap around his cock. Her touch was firm, possessive. **“This belongs to us. Every throbbing inch of it. And we decide when it spills.”**
She began to stroke him, a slow, deliberate rhythm that was pure torment after the frantic heat of Ava. **“Watch your wife,”** CH ordered, her thumb swirling over his tip, spreading the leaking pre-cum.
C’s head lolled to the side. Ava was on all fours, her head bowed, her back arched in a perfect, submissive line. A stood behind her, unbuckling his trousers. The sound of the zipper was deafening.
**“You want this, don’t you, pet?”** A asked Ava, his voice deceptively soft as he positioned himself.
**“Yes, Sir,”** she whimpered, the words muffled.
**“Beg for it.”**
**“Please… please fuck me, Sir. Please use me.”**
With a single, brutal thrust, A buried himself in her. Ava screamed, a shattered sound of overwhelming sensation. CH’s hand on C tightened, her pace quickening, perfectly synchronized with the ruthless, driving rhythm A set behind Ava. The room filled with the wet, slapping sounds of flesh, Ava’s choked cries, and A’s low, grunting commands.
C was trapped in a vise of sensation: the exquisite, punishing friction of CH’s hand, the devastating sight of his wife being taken with such ownership, and the humiliating knowledge that his own pleasure was a lever in someone else’s hand, pulled only to heighten the degradation of them both. His hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more, seeking an end he knew would not come.
**“Not yet,”** CH hissed, her breath hot on his face. **“You come when we say. And we say… watch. Just watch her break.”**
Chapter 8
Ava’s world dissolved into the brutal, percussive rhythm of A’s hips slamming against her ass. His grip on her waist was iron, each thrust driving a choked sob from her throat. The plug, forgotten in the overwhelming stretch of him, was a secondary ache, a background hum to the symphony of her degradation.
**“Look at her take it,”** A grunted, his voice thick with exertion. **“Look how her greedy little cunt milks me. You feel that, don’t you, C? You feel her clenching around nothing, wishing it was you?”**
C could only watch, his own breath coming in ragged gasps as CH’s hand worked his cock with relentless, knowing precision. The pleasure was a white-hot wire, pulled taut to the point of screaming. Every cry from Ava, every slick slap of skin, yanked it tighter.
**“He’s close, Sir,”** CH purred, not breaking her rhythm. Her other hand pinched his nipple, hard. **“Aren’t you, pet? You’re so hard it’s painful. You want to spill all over my hand while you watch another man claim your wife.”**
**“Y-yes, Ma’am,”** C forced out, the admission a fresh layer of shame.
**“But you won’t,”** A declared from behind Ava, his pace becoming erratic, punishing. **“You’ll hold it. You’ll hold it until I’m buried in her and she’s screaming my name. Then, and only then, will you be allowed to even think about your own pathetic release.”**
Ava’s body began to shake, a fine, violent tremor. **“I… I can’t…”** she whimpered, her knuckles white where they gripped the sheets.
**“You can,”** CH countered, her eyes locked on C’s face. **“You will. You’ll take every inch he gives you and you’ll thank him for it. Beg for his seed, Ava. Now.”**
A brutal thrust silenced her, lifting her onto her toes. **“Beg!”** he roared.
Tears streamed down Ava’s flushed cheeks. **“Please!”** she screamed, the sound raw and shattered. **“Please, Sir! I need it! Fill me up, please!”**
Her desperate plea was the final key. With a final, deep snarl, A drove into her, his body locking against hers. Ava’s scream was muffled by the mattress as she convulsed, a violent, shuddering release wracking her body that was part climax, part sheer overwhelmed surrender.
The sight of it, the sound of her desperate, granted plea, sent C hurtling toward the edge. CH saw it in the wild dilation of his eyes, the frantic jump of his pulse in his throat.
**“Now,”** she whispered, her hand a blur of motion. **“Now, you come for us. Come for your Masters.”**
The command shattered his last restraint. A raw, guttural shout was torn from C’s throat as his hips bucked off the bed, his cock pulsing violently in CH’s fist. Heat spilled over her knuckles in thick, relentless waves, a humiliating testament to his complete defeat. The intensity was blinding, a crash of pleasure so fused with degradation it was impossible to separate.
For a long moment, the only sounds were their ragged breathing and the wet, sticky aftermath. CH released him, wiping her hand casually on his thigh. A slowly withdrew from Ava, who collapsed onto her side, trembling and spent.
CH leaned down, her lips brushing C’s ear. **“Good pet,”** she murmured, the mockery still present, but underpinned by a thread of genuine approval. **“You obeyed perfectly.”**
A moved to stand beside the bed, looking down at the wrecked couple. His cruel smile had softened into something more contemplative, more possessive. **“Clean them up,”** he said to CH. **“Then we’ll discuss what happens next.”**