Fixed (stud4stud)

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Carmen's POV

Three A.M., and here we find ourselves at the suite door. The entire ride back, Zaria's been on edge. Sage's one more drink from oblivion to recognize the signs of her nervousness. Maybe because tonight was going to be the first time she's going this far with Sage—something more than sweet hugs and kisses. Or she could be half-convinced. Crossing through this door will be her last moment on this earth. Sage, though? She's ecstatic. Guilt had been eating away at my flesh; I've hogged all the playtime with her body. But I'm still not convinced she's ready for me like that. Even as time goes on, she gets a bit more aggressive trying to get in my pants. So, to smooth out each of my denies, I figured this would be a great offering—the gift of pussy.

"You nervous?" I leer back at Zaria, teasing at this point, because I already know she is. In other moments, fear would be smart. But tonight, killing was far off my agenda—I just want Sage to lose herself in this, my gift for everything I've put her through by this point.

"Nah," she mumbles, head down, slipping in after Sage without a squint my way as I prop the door open. I chuckle low to myself, heading into the master bedroom, leaving them to simmer in the living room—whatever warmup they pick, fine, as long as her hands stay off Sage. Even with this threesome on the table, rules do apply. They both get it: Zaria's the pillow princess tonight, not Sage. Call it Sage's chance to unleash that pent-up ache for a familiar taste.

I snag the leather duffel bag, ears catching the pop of drinks and those hushed, eager little voices of them both. I dim the lights low, unzip the bag with a slow rasp. Pulling out the toy cleaner and hauling the sealed boxes into the bathroom. I'm spreading them across the counter. This arsenal was meant for Sage alone—pain and pleasure, just as she likes. But Zaria? I take it one more body won't hurt, I don't mind pushing her boundaries harder this go-around. I wipe each piece down meticulously, fresh from the packaging or not—safety's non-negotiable when it comes to pleasures by toys. The new strap catches my eye; I pick it up, cleaning it also. Shoving my stash to an unbelievable brink, this one I had made with a blood-red leather harness, thick girth, since Sage likes the stretch—the type of stretch that leaves her trembling and soaked. I smirk, already picturing it.

I stalk back to the bedroom, with the leather straps fastening them to the headboard's hidden rings, the foot of the bed, even the discreet hooks embedded in the walls. Each snap echoes, locking in possibilities—positions that only come from one's imagination.

I double-check the setup, everything staged to perfection, the ropes, the toys gleaming under the dim glow. Walking out into the living room where they're perched, drinks in their hands. "You ready?" I close thedistance, dropping to one knee in front of her. My lips creating a pathway up her thigh, right there with Zaria watching, a subtle claim of my territory.

"I been ready." She says smartly, and I press my smile into her thigh. Scoop her up from the couch, and her legs wrap around my waist instinctively. Zaria puts her drink down onto the stone coffee table, following close behind us. I ease Sage onto the fluffy bedding, giving them both a beat to scan the room.