Chapter 2: Morning After the Claim 

“I let them destroy me last night… and I already want more.”

Michael woke up with that dangerous confession burning in his mind, his body sore and marked, his cock already thickening against Mitchelle’s thigh. The faint red lines on his wrists and ankles from the ropes felt like badges of surrender. Fear and shameful hunger twisted together in his chest as memories of last night flooded back , the way they had used him until he begged like a broken slut.

Mirabel stirred first, her lush curvy body pressing tighter against his back, her full soft breasts squishing warmly against him. She slid one hand down his stomach and wrapped her fingers around his growing cock, stroking him lazily.

“Morning, pet,” she purred, voice still husky from sleep and last night’s screaming.

“Your cock is already begging for us again. Greedy boy.”

Mitchelle’s sharp eyes opened on his other side. She propped herself up, her athletic body glistening in the morning light.

“How does it feel knowing you don’t get to decide anymore when or how you cum?” she asked, her tone competitive and hungry.

“Scared? Or already addicted?”

Michael swallowed hard, his voice rough. “Both. Last night… I lost control completely. I’ve never felt like that before. It terrifies me how much I want it again.”

The honesty made the air thicker. Mirabel kissed his neck softly while still slowly pumping his cock.

“Then let’s make it official. No more pretending this was just one wild night.”

They moved to the living room, still naked. Instead of immediately tying him up, they sat him down and laid out the rules clearly. Mirabel, with her nurturing yet possessive nature, explained each one while gently stroking his thigh. Mitchelle added the sharper edges, her competitive drive showing as she described how she needed to own his pleasure completely.

Michael accepted every rule, his cock throbbing the entire time.

Mirabel fastened the black leather collar around his neck with a soft click. The weight of it sent a jolt straight to his groin.

“You wear this whenever you’re with us,” she whispered, kissing the leather. “It means you’re ours now.”

The emotional weight settled over him. He was no longer just their neighbor. He was their property.

The hunger in the room exploded.

Mirabel pushed him back onto the couch and climbed on top of him, straddling his face. She didn’t tease. She dropped her soaked, shaved pussy straight onto his mouth, grinding down hard.

“Eat your Mistress,” she moaned, rolling her hips. Her thick, juicy folds spread over his lips as she smothered him in her wet heat.

Michael groaned loudly into her cunt and attacked her with his tongue. He licked deep inside her, sucking noisily on her swollen clit, slurping up her sweet, musky juices like a man dying of thirst. Mirabel tasted so fucking good : warm, creamy, and addictive. He sucked harder, swirling his tongue in and out of her dripping hole, making obscene wet sounds as her juice ran down his chin.

“Fuck… yes, just like that,” Mirabel gasped, grinding faster, her fat ass smothering his face.

“Suck my pussy, pet. Drink every drop.”

Mitchelle didn’t wait. She climbed between his spread legs, grabbed his throbbing cock, and sank down onto him in one greedy motion.

“Oh my god… he’s so fucking thick,” she moaned loudly as her tight, athletic pussy swallowed every inch. She started riding him hard and fast, her ass bouncing, her cunt making loud, wet squelching sounds every time she slammed down.

The room filled with filthy noises , Mirabel’s pussy slurping against Michael’s hungry mouth, Mitchelle’s cunt noisily fucking his cock, skin slapping skin, and their mixed moans of pleasure.

Michael was in heaven and hell. Mirabel’s juices flooded his mouth as he sucked and licked desperately. Mitchelle rode him like she owned him, her tight walls clenching and milking his cock with every aggressive bounce. The dual sensation was overwhelming.

They switched after a few minutes. Mitchelle lowered her tighter, sweeter pussy onto his face while Mirabel took his cock, sinking down reverse cowgirl. Her fat, juicy ass rippled beautifully as she slammed down hard, taking him balls-deep.

“Fuck, this cock was made for us,” Mirabel groaned, bouncing faster, her ass cheeks slapping loudly against his hips. She reached back and spread her ass, letting him feel every inch as she fucked him senseless.

Mitchelle ground her dripping cunt against his tongue, smothering him completely.

“Deeper. Eat my pussy like a good little slut.”

Michael obeyed, sucking noisily on her clit, tongue-fucking her hole while Mirabel rode him like a woman possessed. The wet, sloppy sounds grew louder. Juice coated his face. His cock throbbed inside Mirabel’s spasming heat.

The emotional intensity mixed with the raw filth. Mirabel rode him harder, almost desperately.

“Don’t you dare think about leaving us for her,” she gasped, jealousy clear in her voice. Mitchelle ground down harder on his face, her competitive nature flaring.

When Michael finally came, it was explosive.

Mirabel slammed down one final time and moaned loudly as he erupted deep inside her, pumping thick, heavy ropes of cum into her clenching pussy. His body shook violently as the orgasm tore through him. Mitchelle came on his face at the same time, flooding his mouth with her sweet juice.

They stayed connected for a long time, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat and cum. Mirabel slowly lifted off his cock, letting his cum drip out of her used pussy onto his stomach. She leaned down and licked it up, kissing him deeply so he could taste himself mixed with her.

As they finished, they held him between them on the couch, stroking his hair and body.

“You’re really ours now,” Mirabel whispered, kissing his collar. “And we’re never letting you go.”

Mitchelle kissed his neck, her voice softer than usual. “But Vanessa is coming tonight. She wants to see our pet. And I’m scared… scared you might like what she offers more than us.”

Michael lay there, collared and covered in their juices, his heart heavy with conflict. The pleasure had been mind-blowing, but the emotional stakes were rising fast.

The real test was coming and he wasn’t sure his surrender would survive Vanessa’s arrival.