I wake up to the wet sound of mouths moving together.
My eyes crack open slowly, still heavy with sleep, and it takes a moment for my brain to process what I’m seeing.
Meira and Tisha are naked on the bed beside me, their bodies pressed together in the early morning light filtering through the window. Meira’s on top, her long silver hair falling like a curtain around them both as their tongues slide against each other. The kiss is deep, hungry, the kind that makes it clear they’ve forgotten anyone else exists.
Tisha makes a sound low in her throat, half moan, half whimper, and her hips rock upward.
That’s when I realize Meira’s hand is between Tisha’s legs, moving with deliberate, unhurried strokes. Her fingers disappear inside with each thrust, and Tisha’s whole body arches up to meet her.
Meira breaks the kiss, pulling back just enough that I can see the expression on Tisha’s face. Her green eyes are half-lidded, glazed with pleasure, and her mouth falls open as Meira’s fingers curl inside her.
“Fuck,” Tisha gasps, the word barely coherent. “Meira, I...”
“Shh.” Meira’s voice is filled with love. “Let me take care of you.”
Her hand moves faster, and Tisha’s fingers dig into the sheets beside her, knuckles going white.
I need to get out of here. They deserve privacy. This isn’t meant for me to see.
I shift my weight carefully, trying not to make the bed creak. My hand reaches for the edge of the mattress, fingers finding purchase as I ease myself toward the side. One leg slides off, my foot touching the cool floor.
Tisha moans again, louder this time, and I freeze for half a second before continuing. Slow movements. Quiet. Just need to make it to the door without disturbing them.
I’m standing now, padding across the floor on bare feet. The door is maybe ten steps away. Each one feels like a mile.
My hand closes around the door handle.
“Stop.”
Meira’s voice cuts through the room like a blade, and the collar responds instantly. My entire body locks up mid-motion. I’m stuck there, hand on the door, unable to move forward or back.
“Don’t stop, baby.” Tisha’s voice is breathless, desperate.
“Our slave was trying to escape.”
The words land like stones in my gut. I can’t turn around, can’t move my head to see her face, but I don’t need to. I can hear the ice in her voice.
“Vincent.” Meira’s tone drops lower, colder. “Turn around.”
My body obeys before my brain catches up. I rotate on stiff legs, the collar’s magic moving me like a puppet, until I’m facing the bed again.
Meira’s sitting up now, her silver hair falling across her bare shoulders. Her pale eyes are fixed on me with an intensity that makes my stomach drop. She looks betrayed.
Tisha props herself up on her elbows, her face flushed and her breathing still ragged. “He was leaving?”
“He was.”
“I wasn’t escaping,” I manage to force out through clenched teeth. “I was just... you two needed privacy.”
“Privacy.” Meira repeats the word like it’s something foreign. “You thought we needed privacy.”
“Yes.”
She slides off the bed in one fluid motion, completely unbothered by her nakedness.
“Let me explain something to you, Vincent.” She stops directly in front of me, close enough that I have to tilt my head back slightly to maintain eye contact. “You are ours. That means you don’t decide when you have permission to leave a room. You don’t decide what we need. You certainly don’t decide to sneak away like a thief in the night.”
“I wasn’t sneaking…”
“You were.”
“Baby. Stop bullying Vincent and come back to bed.”
Meira’s head turns toward her wife. “He tried to run away, Tisha.”
Tisha sits up fully now, and something shifts in her expression. The pleasure-drunk haze burns away, replaced by irritation.
“Speak no lies, Vincent.”
The collar vibrates against my throat, that familiar hum that means a command is locked in place.
“Were you trying to escape?” Tisha asks, her green eyes narrowing.
“No.” The word comes out clear.
Tisha’s attention snaps back to Meira. “See?”
Meira doesn’t move. She just stands there, those pale silver eyes boring into me like she truly can’t reconcile what I am.
“Meira.” Tisha’s voice drops into something dangerous. “I swear on the Goddess of Lust, if you don’t come back here right now, no sex for a week.”
The change in Meira is instant and visceral. Her eyes go wide, her mouth opening slightly like Tisha just threatened to cut off her air supply.
“Tisha, I...”
“Now!”
Meira spins around so fast her hair whips behind her. She practically launches herself onto the mattress, landing beside Tisha with enough force to make the frame creak.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Meira breathes, and her hands are already moving. One cups Tisha’s face while the other slides down her stomach. “You’re right. I overreacted.”
Tisha’s irritation melts away the moment Meira touches her. “Damn right I am.”
Meira’s mouth finds Tisha’s throat, kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin there. Her hand moves lower, fingers finding their way back between Tisha’s legs, and the sound Tisha makes is pure relief.
“Gods, yes,” Tisha gasps.
I’m still standing by the door, frozen in place by the collar’s earlier command. My body won’t move, won’t let me turn away or give them the privacy I was trying to provide in the first place.
Meira’s fingers push inside Tisha again, and this time there’s something almost reverent in how she moves. Her mouth travels down from Tisha’s throat to her collarbone, leaving a trail of marks that bloom red against her skin.
Meira’s eyes flick to me for a moment.
“Be free.”
The pressure releases all at once. My limbs unlock and I nearly stumble from the sudden return of control. I manage to catch myself and make it to the chair by the table, dropping into it harder than I intend.
My breathing comes heavy, not from exertion but from the sheer relief of being able to move again.
Tisha’s moans fill the room, growing louder as Meira’s fingers work inside her with increasing intensity. I try to look anywhere else, but there’s nowhere to go. The window shows the street below.
Meira’s voice cuts through Tisha’s pleasure, soft but carrying an edge. “You threatened to withhold yourself from me.”
“I did,” Tisha manages between gasps.
“For a week.”
“Yes.”
Meira’s fingers curl inside her, and Tisha’s whole body arches off the mattress. The sound she makes is desperate, caught somewhere between pleasure and frustration.
“That was cruel, love.” Meira’s mouth finds Tisha’s breast, her tongue circling the nipple before her teeth graze the sensitive flesh. “Very, very cruel.”
“I was trying to… fuck… to make a point.”
“Oh, you made your point.” Meira’s fingers slow to an agonizing pace, barely moving. “Now I’m making mine.”
Tisha whimpers, her hips rocking upward trying to create more friction. “Meira, please.”
“Please what?”
“Don’t tease me like this.”
Meira pulls back slightly, her silver eyes studying Tisha’s flushed face with something that looks like adoration mixed with vindication. “You were going to make me wait a week.” Her fingers resume their movement, but still achingly slow. “I think you can handle a few minutes of this.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Tisha gasps, her fingers clutching at Meira’s shoulders. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
“No, you shouldn’t have.”
But Meira’s pace increases anyway, her love for Tisha too strong to maintain the punishment for long. Her mouth captures Tisha’s again, swallowing the moans as her fingers work faster, harder.
This is actually really cute… They love each other so much. I hope I can have something like that some day.
Meira’s silver eyes suddenly flick to me again.
“Don’t get too comfortable, Vincent.”
Something cold turns over in my chest.
Her fingers don’t stop moving inside Tisha, her pace unwavering even as she holds my gaze. “You’re next.”
My cock responds immediately, hardening despite the fact that I’m still processing what she just said.
“Did you hear me?” Meira asks, her tone almost a threat.
“Yes.”
“Good.”