Chapter 5
Diane didn’t leave.
She stood frozen for another long moment after Mark finished inside Lila, then slowly set the casserole dish on the side table. Her eyes kept flicking between the two girls—Lila still seated on his cock, Maya still trembling on his face—and the wet mess shining on both of them.
Mark’s voice stayed calm.
“Sit down, Diane. Right there on the coffee table. You’re going to watch properly.”
She sat.
He lifted Maya off his face and guided her down onto his cock the second he pulled out of Lila. Maya sank onto him with a broken moan, the plug in her ass making the fit brutal. Lila was moved up to straddle his face again. He spoke between long, deliberate licks.
“Hold Lila’s thighs open for me, Diane. Spread her so you can see everything I’m doing.”
Diane’s hands shook as she reached out and did it. Mark rewarded her by sucking hard on Lila’s clit while he fucked up into Maya in slow, deep strokes.
“Look at them. Two dripping, plugged little whores who used to be off-limits. Now they take whatever I give them, whenever I want, and they stay wet for it. Tell them how they look.”
Diane’s voice came out rough. “They look… used. Completely used.”
“Louder. And more specific.”
“They look like they’ve been fucked all night and still can’t get enough. Lila’s cunt is swollen and shiny. Maya’s stretched around you and the plug is… fuck.”
Mark smiled against Lila’s folds.
“Good. Keep holding her open. Lila, ride my tongue. Maya, bounce. Let her see how well you both take it.”
He kept them like that for a long time—switching who rode his cock and who sat on his face, always making Diane participate with her hands.
He had her spread one girl, then the other.
He had her hold a plug in place while he fucked around it.
He had her describe every wet sound and every desperate twitch.
When he finally let the girls come, it was with Diane’s fingers digging into their thighs and her eyes locked on the way they broke.
Only after both of them had soaked him and clenched around him did he look at Diane again.
“You can leave now if you need to. Or you can stay and help me clean them up with your mouth. Your choice.”
Diane stood on unsteady legs, face flushed, and stepped closer. She didn’t leave. She leaned down and licked a long stripe up the mess coating Lila’s inner thigh, then did the same to Maya. Mark watched, still half-hard, and let her taste both of them before he finally nodded toward the door.
“Go home, Diane. Think about what you just watched. What you just did. Tomorrow you might get invited back. Or you might not. Either way, these two stay mine.”
The sliding door closed behind her.
The second the lock clicked, Mark’s tone sharpened.
He pulled both girls off him and stood them side by side in the middle of the living room, still plugged, still leaking his cum down their thighs.
“On your knees.”
They dropped.
“You just got used in front of the neighbor. You came on my cock and my tongue while she held you open and watched. And you loved every second of it. Tell me.”
Lila’s voice was wrecked. “I loved it… I came so hard knowing she was watching—”
Maya nodded, eyes glassy. “It made me wetter. Feeling her hands on me while you fucked me—”
Mark circled them slowly.
“New rules start now. No clothes in this house. Not a shirt, not a pair of panties, nothing. Plugs stay in during the day unless I take them out. You ask permission if you want to come—whether I’m touching you or not.
If the doorbell rings and I tell you to answer it, you answer it exactly as you are.
If I decide someone else gets to watch or touch, you thank me for it afterward. Clear?”
“Yes,” they both whispered.
“Louder.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He reached into the side-table drawer and pulled the cuffs and vibrators back out.
Within a minute both girls were restrained again on the couch, wrists locked, vibrators seated deep alongside the plugs, remote in his hand.
He turned them on to a teasing pulse and sat back in the armchair, cock still wet and heavy.
“You’re going to stay just like this while I decide what to do with you next. Edge for me. Don’t you dare come. And while you suffer, I want you both to thank me for claiming you so thoroughly that even the neighbor knows who you belong to now.”
Lila’s hips already twitched against the vibe. Maya’s breath hitched.
They started thanking him—broken, filthy, grateful—while the toys hummed and Mark watched, already hardening again.
The afternoon was only getting started.