I look down at our pretty girl, her eyes fluttering open, still glazed and dreamy, lost in euphoria. She’s practically melting into my embrace, trusting us completely. The idea of marking her again sends a rush of excitement through me. I can’t help but get hard just imagining it. It would be so easy to take a knife to her skin right here and now—taking turns with Ash to fuck her and mark her, our cum dripping from her swollen cunt while her skin bears our twisted marks.
But as much as I want to, I can’t go that far this time. We’ve pushed her limits for tonight, and I want to savour the control we have without going overboard. Besides, leaving her with a memory of us, something she’ll want to come back for, is far more satisfying.
“Another time,” I sign.
We make sure her needs are taken care of, checking her vital signs just to be thorough. Once we’re satisfied, we slip away, leaving her in the stall. We melt into the shadows, keeping a close eye on the bathroom door to make sure she’s safe.
Eventually, she stumbles out, looking slightly unsteady but otherwise composed, with a sly, satisfied smile on her face asshe rejoins her friends. I can’t help but notice how she keeps glancing around the room, almost as if she can feel us watching.
Ash and I exchange a satisfied glance. The thrill of the game lingers between us, making our connection even stronger. We’ve pushed boundaries, tested limits, and turned our darkest cravings into reality.
The future is tangled and uncertain. But as I watch her now, I can’t shake the feeling that someday she’ll be exactly where we want her—screaming for more.
