Chapter 3: Rules of Possession 

"I’m really signing my body and pleasure over to them… and my cock is throbbing at the thought.”

Michael sat at the dining table the next morning, naked except for the black leather collar locked around his throat, his heart hammering with a storm of fear, shame, and raw need. The rules they had just read to him felt like chains wrapping around his soul. He was really doing this , giving two women complete control over his orgasms, his body, his life.

Mirabel watched him with soft but possessive eyes.

“You look like you’re about to run,” she said gently, reaching across to stroke his hand. “Talk to us, pet.”

Michael’s voice came out rough.

“I’m scared. Last night you both destroyed me… and I loved it. But giving you this kind of power… what if I can’t handle it?”

Mitchelle leaned forward, her athletic body tense with competitive hunger.

“That fear is what makes it real. I spent years pretending to be soft and sweet in relationships because that’s what men expected. I hated it. With you, I finally get to be who I really am : ruthless, controlling, hungry and I want to own every drop of your pleasure.”

Their honesty cracked Michael open. Mirabel confessed how tired she was of men treating her curvy body like a toy instead of letting her take control. The emotional connection made his cock twitch visibly on his thigh.

“I accept the rules,” he said finally, voice thick. “All of them.”

Mirabel’s eyes darkened with triumph and affection. She stood and walked around the table, then pushed him back against the chair. Without another word, she straddled his lap and sank down onto his hard cock in one smooth, greedy motion.

“Fuck…” Michael groaned loudly as her tight, wet pussy swallowed every inch.

Mirabel moaned deeply, rolling her hips slowly at first, letting him feel her warm, silky walls gripping him.

“This is what ownership feels like,” she breathed, grinding her clit against his pelvis. Her juicy pussy made wet, squelching sounds with every roll.

Mitchelle didn’t stay back. She climbed onto the table in front of Michael, spread her legs wide, and grabbed his head, pulling his face into her dripping cunt.

“Eat me while she fucks you,” she ordered, voice husky.

Michael dove in hungrily. His tongue plunged between Mitchelle’s slick folds, licking and sucking noisily on her swollen clit. She tasted sweet and tangy, her juices coating his tongue and lips as he slurped loudly, drinking her like a man dying of thirst. Mitchelle moaned and ground her pussy against his face, smothering him in her wet heat.

Mirabel started riding him harder, her fat ass bouncing on his cock, making loud slapping sounds every time she slammed down.

“God, your cock feels so good inside me,” she gasped, her pussy clenching and fluttering around him. “Take your Mistress’s cunt, pet.”

The room filled with filthy and obscene noises of Mirabel’s juicy pussy slurping up and down his thick cock, Michael’s loud, wet sucking and slurping on Mitchelle’s dripping folds, skin slapping skin, and their mixed moans of pleasure.

Michael was lost. Mirabel’s tight, creamy pussy milked his cock with every bounce while he buried his tongue deep inside Mitchelle, sucking noisily on her clit and drinking her flowing juices. The dual sensation was overwhelming.

They switched after several minutes. Mitchelle climbed down and straddled his cock reverse, slamming herself down hard onto his throbbing length.

“Fuuuuck… so deep,” she moaned, her athletic ass rippling as she rode him aggressively, her tight pussy gripping him like a vice. She fucked him fast and rough, her cunt making loud, wet squelching sounds with every brutal drop.

Mirabel took his face instead, standing over him and grinding her soaked pussy against his mouth.

“Suck my clit, baby. Make your Mistress cum on your tongue.”

Michael obeyed desperately, sucking hard on her swollen nub while his tongue fucked her hole. Mirabel’s juices ran down his chin as she rode his face, moaning loudly and rolling her hips.

The emotional intensity mixed with the raw filth. Mirabel’s voice cracked with obsession as she ground harder.

“Don’t you dare think about Vanessa taking you from us.” Mitchelle rode his cock even more aggressively, her competitive fire turning every thrust into a claim.

“You’re ours,” Mitchelle growled, slamming down harder, her pussy creaming all over his cock. “This cunt owns you.”

Michael finally exploded loads of hot thick cum inside Mitchelle's pussy . Mitchelle slammed down one final time and cried out as he erupted deep inside her, pumping thick, powerful ropes of hot cum into her spasming pussy. His body shook violently as the orgasm tore through him. Mirabel came on his face at the same time, flooding his mouth with her sweet juice while he sucked noisily.

They stayed connected for a long time, breathing heavily with their bodies slick with sweat and cum. Mirabel leaned down and kissed him deeply, tasting herself on his tongue. Mitchelle slowly lifted off his cock, letting his cum drip out of her used pussy onto his stomach.

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

Mitchelle kissed his neck, her voice softer. “But Vanessa is coming tonight. She wants to see how well we’ve trained you… and I’m scared you might enjoy what she offers too much.”

Michael lay between them, collared, covered in their juices, and torn. The pleasure had been mind-melting, but the emotional stakes were rising dangerously high.

The real test was coming tonight and Michael wasn’t sure his heart or his cock would survive Vanessa’s arrival.