The Woman Next Door 2: The Ultimate Night
The Woman Next Door 2: The Ultimate Night
The game has changed.
Last time, he was a spectator—forced to watch, denied, edged into submission.
Tonight, he’s the one in control.
She’s brought new women, new toys, and new pleasures—each designed to break him, worship him, and leave him absolutely ruined by dawn.
By the end of the night, he’ll have experienced every desire, every act, and every sinful pleasure he’s ever imagined.
And when the sun rises, he’ll never be the same again.
Chapter 1: No More Watching
The moment he stepped into her bedroom, the rules changed.
For weeks, he had been nothing more than a spectator—aching, yearning, denied. But now, he wasn’t just watching. He was in control.
She stood before him, wrapped in nothing but hunger, her lips curling into a smirk.
“Tonight, you get whatever you want,” she whispered, eyes gleaming with wicked promise.
His pulse pounded. The power shift was intoxicating.
“Then get on the bed,” he ordered.
She obeyed.
And he was just getting started.
Chapter 2: The First Taste
She sprawled across the sheets, her bare skin glowing in the dim light. He had spent nights watching her tease others, control them, break them.
Now, it was his turn.
He crawled over her, taking his time. His fingers traced the curves he had memorized, the scent of her driving him wild. He hovered over her lips, teasing.
“Beg,” he murmured.
Her breath hitched. For the first time, she was the one aching for more.
“Please,” she whispered.
And when he finally claimed her mouth, she melted beneath him.
Chapter 3: The Game Begins
She wasn’t alone tonight.
Her lover—the other woman he had watched through the window—was kneeling at the foot of the bed, waiting.
He smirked.
“Come here,” he commanded.
She obeyed instantly, crawling toward him, her eyes filled with anticipation.
“You both belong to me tonight,” he declared, gripping their chins.
A shiver ran through them. They had toyed with him, teased him, made him wait.
But now, he was the one in charge.
And he planned to break them before the night was over.
Chapter 4: The First Surrender
He dragged his fingers along her throat, feeling her pulse race beneath his touch.
“You’re used to control,” he murmured, his lips brushing her ear. “Not tonight.”
She swallowed hard, anticipation flickering in her eyes.
He pressed her back against the pillows, pinning her wrists above her head.
The other woman watched, breathless.
He turned to her. “You want a turn?”
She bit her lip, nodding.
“Then make her beg.”
The night was just beginning.
Chapter 5: The First Overload
The room was thick with heat, with hunger.
They moved at his command, their bodies pressed against him, their lips, their hands, their whispers fueling his every desire.
He felt every curve, every moan, every tremble beneath his touch.
But this wasn’t just about him.
He wanted to see them lose control—to unravel the way they had made him suffer.
And when he drove them to the edge, leaving them gasping and clawing at the sheets, he knew—
They had never been taken like this before.
And they never would be again.
Chapter 6: Pushed to the Edge
The room smelled of sweat and sin, the air electric with tension.
He stood at the foot of the bed, watching his women—naked, spent, yet still desperate for more.
But he wasn’t done with them yet.
“On your knees,” he ordered.
They obeyed without hesitation, their eyes filled with raw, unfiltered hunger.
“You wanted to tease me for weeks?” His voice was a growl. “Now, I get to take my time with you.”
They shivered at his words, and he was just getting started.
Chapter 7: Breaking Point
His fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her lips to where he ached for her most.
“Slow,” he commanded, his voice rough.
She obeyed, her tongue tracing over him with agonizing patience—the same patience she had forced on him.
The other woman knelt beside them, watching, waiting for her turn.
But he wasn’t about to make it easy for them.
“Touch each other,” he ordered. “Let me see how badly you want it.”
Their moans filled the room, and he smirked.
He could do this all night.
Chapter 8: The First Release
His control snapped.
The pleasure was too much, too good, too overwhelming.
He gripped her shoulders, gasping as he finally let go, his body shaking with the intensity.
But he wasn’t done.
Not even close.
As he caught his breath, he grabbed her by the waist and flipped her onto her back.
“You’re not getting off that easily,” he growled.
Her eyes widened in anticipation.
Because tonight, he wasn’t stopping at one.
Chapter 9: The Next Round
She was wrecked, panting beneath him, but still, she reached for more.
He grabbed both of their wrists, pinning them together, keeping them exactly where he wanted them.
“You don’t get to touch,” he murmured. “Not yet.”
They whimpered, their bodies trembling, desperate for his next move.
And when he finally pressed inside again, stretching, filling, making them gasp—
He grinned.
They had no idea what was coming next.
Chapter 10: The First Toy
She reached for the drawer.
His eyes darkened. “What do you think you’re doing?”
She smirked. “You said I could bring out the toys.”
He exhaled slowly. “Show me.”
She pulled out a silver wand, sleek and powerful, and passed it to him.
His grip tightened around it.
“Lay back,” he ordered.
She obeyed.
And when he pressed it against her, watching her arch, tremble, scream his name—
He knew this night was far from over.
Chapter 11: The Second Wave
She writhed beneath him, her body twitching with every pulse of the wand.
“Too much?” he teased, watching her gasp.
But she didn’t say stop.
She arched her back, hands gripping the sheets, desperate for more.
The other woman watched with wide, hungry eyes.
“Your turn,” he murmured, tossing the wand into her hands.
And as she pressed it against her own skin, moaning loud enough to shake the walls—
He knew this night was only getting started.
Chapter 12: The Taste of Control
He grabbed her wrists, pinning her down as she shuddered beneath him.
“You don’t get to move unless I say so.”
Her breath hitched, her body trembling.
He dragged his lips down her stomach, savoring every gasp, every twitch of anticipation.
And then, without warning, he took his time tasting every inch of her.
She shattered, moaning his name like a prayer.
But he wasn’t done.
Not even close.
Chapter 13: The Third Release
She was still trembling when he pulled her into his lap, guiding her hips, making her feel every inch of him.
“Ride me,” he ordered.
She obeyed, slow, torturous, deliberate.
Her body tightened, her movements turning desperate.
He grabbed her hips, taking control, driving her over the edge until her screams filled the room.
She collapsed against his chest, breathless.
But he was already reaching for the next toy.
Because this night was far from over.
Chapter 14: The Bondage Game
He grabbed the silk ties from the nightstand, wrapping them around both of their wrists.
“Tied together,” he murmured, admiring his work. “Let’s see how well you can share.”
They exchanged heated glances, their bodies pressed against each other, bound and waiting.
He took his time, teasing, touching, pushing them right to the edge.
But when they begged—desperate, pleading—he only smirked.
“Not yet,” he whispered.
And the torture continued.
Chapter 15: No More Waiting
Their bodies were slick with sweat, trembling, desperate.
“Now,” one of them begged.
“Please,” the other whimpered.
He finally gave in.
Gripping their hips, he took them both—one after the other, over and over, their screams blending together in a perfect symphony of pleasure.
By the time the night was over, he had finished three more times.
And he still wasn’t done.
Not until they were completely ruined.
Chapter 16: The Fourth Round
The sheets were damp with sweat, the room thick with the scent of sex.
They lay tangled together, breathing hard, bodies still trembling from the last release.
But he wasn’t done.
Not yet.
“Get on your knees,” he commanded.
They obeyed instantly, crawling toward him, lips parted in anticipation.
And as they took turns worshiping him—tongues teasing, hands exploring, lips wrapping around him with perfect skill—
He groaned, gripping their hair, knowing he wouldn’t last long.
Chapter 17: The Edge of Madness
He fisted their hair, guiding their movements, watching as they worked together, their tongues slick and eager.
Every stroke, every teasing flick of their tongues drove him closer.
One of them moaned, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure straight through his core.
He shuddered. So close.
But he wanted more.
He pulled away at the last second, chuckling as they whimpered in frustration.
“Not yet,” he teased, stroking himself right in front of them.
“Beg for it.”
Chapter 18: The Ultimate Tease
Their eyes darkened, desperation taking over.
“Please,” one of them whispered, licking her lips.
“Let us finish,” the other added, her voice breathless.
He smirked, running his tip over their parted lips.
“Which one of you wants it more?”
They exchanged a heated glance, then turned back to him.
“Both of us,” they said in unison.
And as they dropped their mouths back to him, working together, he knew—
This time, he wouldn’t stop them.
Chapter 19: The Fourth Release
Their pace quickened, tongues sliding, lips tightening, hands gripping his thighs.
The pressure built, coiling deep inside him.
He groaned, his fingers tangling in their hair, thrusting deeper as his body tensed.
And then—release.
It hit him like a shockwave, pleasure crashing over him in a blinding, uncontrollable rush.
They swallowed every drop, moaning as they cleaned him up with slow, teasing licks.
He collapsed back against the pillows, completely spent.
But they weren’t finished with him yet.
Chapter 20: The Toys Come Out
As he caught his breath, one of them reached for the nightstand.
A small black box.
She opened it, revealing an array of toys, restraints, and vibrating devices.
His pulse spiked.
“You’ve had your fun,” she purred, pulling out a blindfold.
“Now it’s our turn.”
He barely had time to react before they tied him down, slipping the blindfold over his eyes.
And as he felt the first teasing vibration against his over-sensitive, aching skin—
He realized this night was far from over.
Chapter 21: The Blindfolded Game
Darkness.
That’s all he could see.
The blindfold robbed him of sight, but it only heightened everything else.
A soft whisper against his ear.
A warm tongue tracing over his collarbone.
The unmistakable hum of a vibrating toy.
He shivered as something smooth and cool glided over his stomach, teasing closer and closer to his aching length.
“Relax,” she purred. “We’re just getting started.”
Chapter 22: Helpless Under Their Control
His wrists were bound to the headboard, his ankles spread wide.
He was completely at their mercy.
A featherlight touch grazed his chest, moving lower.
Then—a sharp slap against his thigh.
He groaned.
“Too much?” she teased, pressing a kiss over the stinging mark.
He shook his head.
“Good,” she purred, pressing the vibrating toy right against his sensitive tip.
He jerked against the restraints, a deep, helpless moan escaping.
They laughed.
“Oh, sweetheart,” she whispered. “Let’s see how long you last.”
Chapter 23: Overstimulated and Desperate
The vibrations sent shockwaves through his over-sensitive body.
Every inch of him burned with need.
One of them straddled his chest, rolling her hips just inches from his lips.
The other kept the toy against him, pushing him to the edge, over and over.
“Tell us what you want,” she murmured.
His breath hitched. “I—I can’t—”
A sharp flick of the toy sent him gasping.
“Wrong answer,” she teased. “Try again.”
Chapter 24: The Fifth Release
The teasing was relentless.
His body trembled, his muscles tense, desperate.
“Beg for it,” she ordered.
He didn’t hesitate.
“Please,” he gasped. “Please let me come.”
A low chuckle. “Since you asked so nicely…”
The vibrations intensified just as a hot, wet mouth wrapped around him.
The pleasure hit like an explosion.
His entire body shuddered, every nerve igniting at once.
He groaned, spilling hard, his hips jerking against their mouths.
They didn’t stop.
Not even when he whimpered from overstimulation.
Chapter 25: No Rest for the Wicked
He collapsed against the mattress, body spent, chest heaving.
But they weren’t done with him yet.
A cool hand trailed over his stomach.
“Think you’ve had enough?” she whispered.
He barely managed a nod.
She laughed.
“Oh no, sweetheart,” she purred, reaching for something else in the toy box.
“You have one more left in you.“
And as something slick and warm pressed against his aching, oversensitive length—
He knew she was right.
Chapter 26: The Final Stretch
His body was wrecked, every nerve overstimulated, raw.
And yet, he was still hard.
A pair of lips wrapped around him, tongue swirling, teasing.
Another pair dragged over his chest, nails scraping lightly, just enough to make him shudder.
“One more,” she whispered against his skin.
The vibration returned, low and steady, sending shockwaves through his already sensitive length.
He bit his lip, trying to hold back a moan.
“Let it out,” she purred.
And when she took him deeper, sucking harder, he did.
Chapter 27: Pushed to the Limit
Hands held him down.
Soft, wet lips kissed and licked every inch of his body.
He was drowning in pleasure, surrounded, claimed.
A warm mouth wrapped around him, taking him deep, slow, torturous.
A pair of hands stroked his thighs, his stomach, his chest.
A bite against his neck.
His breath hitched.
“You’re close again,” she teased.
He was. Too close.
And when she squeezed him just right, he came hard.
Chapter 28: The Last Few Drops
His entire body convulsed, pleasure rolling through him in waves.
But she didn’t stop.
Not even as he twitched and gasped, his body begging for relief.
Her tongue circled his tip, slow, teasing.
Another hand wrapped around his base, stroking lazily.
“Look at you,” she purred. “Completely spent.”
He groaned.
“One more,” she whispered.
He shuddered.
Was it even possible?
But when she moved down his body, kissing lower, sucking softly—
His body reacted.
Chapter 29: The Final Release
His mind said no.
His body? Completely hers.
She took him deep, tongue swirling, lips tightening just right.
Another hand trailed down his stomach, teasing every inch of him.
His muscles tensed.
They were going to make him come again.
And when the other one sank onto his face, grinding against his mouth, moaning his name—
He lost it.
His release hit like a shockwave, muscles trembling, body completely, utterly spent.
And still—they didn’t let go.
Chapter 30: Marked Forever
His body was ruined.
Spent. Used. Worshiped.
He lay between them, completely boneless, wrecked, satisfied.
“You survived,” she murmured, running her nails lightly over his chest.
Barely.
“That was… incredible,” he admitted, breathless.
She smirked.
“Oh, sweetheart,” she whispered, pressing a final kiss to his lips.
“We’re just getting started.”
Chapter 31: No More Barriers
She had held back before.
Not anymore.
She pressed him against the mattress, her hands trailing slow, deliberate paths over his skin.
“You’re mine tonight,” she whispered.
And when he groaned in response, his fingers gripping the sheets, she knew—
She had finally broken him.
Chapter 32: The Heat of the Moment
His breathing was uneven, his body tense beneath hers.
“You always wanted control,” she murmured, lips brushing his ear.
He exhaled shakily. “Yes.”
Her smile was wicked. “Then let go.”
She guided him into the fire, pulling sounds from him that she had only ever imagined.
He was always the one in charge.
But tonight, she ruled him.
Chapter 33: Tied to Desire
She had studied for this. Dreamed of this.
And now, she was living it.
“You like being at my mercy, don’t you?” she teased, her fingertips ghosting over his skin.
His head tilted back, breath ragged.
She had never seen him like this—
Completely surrendered. Completely hers.
And it was intoxicating.
Chapter 34: Pushed to the Edge
He had never known need like this.
Never known what it was to lose himself completely in another person.
And yet, here he was—
Begging for her.
For more.
For everything.
And she gave it to him.
Until neither of them could take anymore.
Chapter 35: Forever Changed
She collapsed against him, breathless.
His fingers tangled in her hair, his voice low, reverent.
“You ruined me,” he murmured.
She smiled against his skin. “Good.”
Because she knew—
Neither of them would ever be the same again.
Chapter 36: The Night is Still Young
His body ached from the pleasure they had already given him, but the night was far from over. The two women, his captors and his guides, exchanged glances before turning their full attention back to him.
“You’re not done yet, are you?” she purred, trailing her fingers down his chest.
He barely had time to catch his breath before the next wave of pleasure began.
Chapter 37: A New Game
She held up a silk blindfold, letting it dangle between her fingers. “I want you to trust me,” she whispered.
He swallowed hard, nodding.
The fabric slid over his eyes, plunging him into darkness. Every touch, every whispered breath, was amplified.
“Let’s see how well you can handle not knowing what’s coming next.”
A shiver of anticipation ran through him.
Chapter 38: The Taste of Sin
Soft lips met his, but he wasn’t sure whose. Warmth surrounded him, teasing, taking, until all he could do was groan in pleasure.
“Let go,” one of them whispered.
And he did.
Chapter 39: Teased Beyond Control
The sensation was maddening—hot breath on his skin, soft hands gripping his thighs, teasing him to the edge before pulling away.
“Not yet,” she murmured against his ear. “We decide when you break.”
His muscles tensed, desperate for more, but he knew better than to beg.
Not yet.
Chapter 40: Surrender to Desire
She climbed onto his lap, her body pressing against his as she whispered, “You belong to us tonight.”
He couldn’t argue.
And when she finally took what she wanted—when they all did—he knew this night would haunt him forever.
Chapter 41: The Blindfold Comes Off
The silk blindfold had kept him in a state of heightened anticipation, but now, as she pulled it away, he blinked into the low, flickering light of the candles that lined the room.
She was straddling him, her smirk full of promise. The other woman lounged nearby, sipping from a wine glass, watching.
“You handled that well,” she murmured, trailing her fingers down his jaw. “But now, I want to see your eyes.”
Her nails scraped lightly against his skin as she leaned closer. “I want to see the moment you realize you’ll never forget this night.”
She shifted, rolling her hips just enough to drive him insane, but not enough to give him what he craved.
“You’re already ruined,” the other woman purred from her place on the bed. “But you don’t even know it yet.”
He swallowed hard, his pulse hammering.
Because they were right.
Chapter 42: Worship at Their Feet
She stood, holding out a hand. “On your knees.”
His body responded before his mind even had the chance to protest. He knelt before her, gazing up as she towered over him.
“Good boy,” she cooed, running her thumb along his lower lip. “You’re learning.”
She turned to the other woman, who smirked as she crossed her legs, exposing smooth, toned thighs.
“Show her how much you’ve learned,” she whispered. “Show her how much you want to please.”
His mouth went dry, but he obeyed, his hands sliding up the other woman’s legs, lips trailing behind, worshiping, tasting, savoring the soft moans she rewarded him with.
He had spent so much time watching them from afar. Now, he was finally in their world.
Chapter 43: The First Punishment
“Too eager,” she murmured.
He barely had time to react before her palm came down against his backside—sharp, sudden, sending a shock of pleasure through him.
He gasped, his hands gripping the sheets.
“You want everything too fast,” she continued, her voice smooth as silk. “You don’t get to decide the pace. We do.”
She struck again, but this time, her lips brushed his ear immediately after. “And you love it, don’t you?”
He swallowed hard, his breath shaky.
“Say it.”
“I love it,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Good boy,” she whispered. “Now, let’s see if you can behave.”
Chapter 44: The Toys Come Out to Play
She sauntered over to the bedside table, pulling open a drawer. The sound of soft clinking made his skin prickle with anticipation.
She turned back to him, holding up a box of items he had only ever fantasized about.
“Toys make everything more fun,” she said with a wicked grin.
The other woman giggled as she reached inside, pulling out silk restraints. “I think it’s time we make sure you don’t move unless we allow it.”
He didn’t resist as they pushed him back onto the bed, wrists secured above his head, ankles spread wide.
Vulnerable. Exposed.
And completely at their mercy.
The first vibration made his entire body jerk.
“Oh, sweetheart,” she whispered, watching his reaction with delight. “You have no idea what we have planned for you tonight.”
Chapter 45: A Symphony of Moans
The room was filled with nothing but heavy breathing and soft, desperate moans.
One woman straddled his hips, rolling against him in slow, torturous movements, while the other kissed her way up his chest, their hands working in perfect synchrony.
He was losing himself.
His body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure.
They moved like they had done this a hundred times before, like they knew exactly how to push him to the brink and keep him there.
His fingers clenched the sheets, muscles trembling.
And just when he thought he couldn’t take any more, she leaned down and whispered, “You’re not finished yet.”
Chapter 46: A Night of Submission and Power
The candlelight flickered, casting wicked shadows across the walls as he stood in the center of the room. His body ached, every nerve alive, waiting—craving.
They had spent hours teasing him, keeping him on the edge, winding him so tightly that even the smallest touch sent electric shivers through his skin.
Now, he stood in front of them, completely exposed, his muscles tense, his breathing uneven.
She sat on the bed, legs crossed, wearing nothing but confidence and a knowing smirk. The other woman was behind him, her nails raking gently down his back, sending a delicious chill through his spine.
“You’ve lasted longer than I expected,” she murmured, trailing a single fingertip along his chest.
His heart pounded. He swallowed hard. “I—I tried.”
“You did more than try,” she said, gripping his chin, forcing him to meet her gaze.
The intensity in her eyes stole his breath.
“You’ve proven yourself, but now… now we play by my rules.”
She leaned in, her lips hovering over his. Just as he thought she would kiss him, she pulled back, her smirk deepening.
“Beg for it.”
A shudder ran through his body. His pride battled with his need, but in that moment, pride meant nothing.
“Please.” His voice was raw. “Please, I need—”
The sharp bite of her nails against his chest cut off his words, the sting only adding to the unbearable heat inside him.
“You need?” she repeated, amusement lacing her tone. “Then prove it.”
The other woman’s hands slid lower, teasing, torturing, keeping him right at the edge—so close—and then… nothing.
They pulled away.
And he was left trembling.
“Not yet,” she whispered. “You’re not done suffering for us.”
Chapter 47: The Art of Surrender
He lay on the silk sheets, panting, his body on fire. Every inch of him burned with need, his pulse hammering in his throat as she straddled him, her bare skin brushing against his.
But she didn’t move.
She just sat there, smirking down at him, her fingers tracing slow, lazy circles over his chest.
“You always wanted control,” she murmured. “But you see now, don’t you?”
He swallowed hard, his throat dry. “See what?”
Her smile was slow, predatory.
“That the real power was never yours to begin with.”
She shifted slightly, just enough for him to feel the unbearable heat of her, so close yet still out of reach.
“You’re mine tonight,” she whispered. “To ruin. To break.”
Her hands pinned his wrists above his head, her body pressing into him, teasing him, keeping him just on the brink of madness.
“You will come when I allow it,” she whispered against his lips.
His entire body tensed.
“But until then…”
She moved.
And the world shattered around him.
Chapter 48: The First Time He Breaks
His breath was ragged. His body helpless under her control.
He had fought it. Fought the build-up, the slow, agonizing pleasure, the way she commanded his every reaction.
But she knew.
She knew the exact moment he was about to lose it.
And she stopped.
Again.
Again.
His entire body trembled. His muscles clenched. His hands fisted the sheets, his throat tight with frustration.
“You’re going to break for me,” she murmured, her fingers sliding lower, teasing, playing. “I want to feel it when you do.”
His head fell back, a tortured groan escaping his lips.
She leaned in, biting down on his lip before whispering, “I want to feel you shatter beneath me.”
And just like that—
She took him over the edge.
Chapter 49: The Second Release – The Rise of Hunger
He barely had time to catch his breath before they were on him again.
Fingers. Lips. Skin against skin.
He should’ve been spent. Should’ve been too sensitive, too wrecked.
But they didn’t stop.
The second woman trailed kisses down his chest, her nails scraping over his hips, waking up something primal inside him all over again.
“You’re not done,” she purred.
He gasped as she wrapped her lips around him, the wet heat of her mouth sending a sharp jolt through his overstimulated body.
“Too much—” His voice was hoarse, but she ignored him.
Ignored the way he twitched beneath her.
Ignored the way his body fought between pleasure and pain.
“You can take it,” the first woman whispered, straddling him once more.
His head spun.
This was insanity.
This was—
His entire body arched off the bed as she sank down onto him, and he came undone all over again.
Chapter 50: The Third Time – A Lesson in Desperation
He lay there, breathless, ruined, his body trembling.
Three times.
They had used him until he had nothing left.
Or so he thought.
But she wasn’t done.
Not yet.
She ran her fingers along his spent length, teasing, coaxing, pushing him past the limits of human endurance.
“I can’t,” he gasped.
Her smirk was pure wicked delight.
“Oh, sweetheart,” she whispered, wrapping her hand around him. “You don’t get to say when you’re done.”
She moved.
And he realized—
He wasn’t done at all.
Chapter 51: The Fourth Time – No More Mercy
His entire body ached.
Every nerve, every muscle—overstimulated, exhausted, raw.
He had already broken three times.
And yet…
She wasn’t finished with him.
The first woman straddled him again, her nails dragging down his shaking chest, a smirk playing on her lips as she admired her work.
“Poor thing,” she purred. “I can feel you trembling.”
His breath hitched when the second woman leaned over him, her lips grazing his ear.
“But you can still take more.”
He tried to shake his head. Tried to protest.
But the words never came.
Because just then—her fingers wrapped around him again.
And his body betrayed him completely.
His breath shuddered. His back arched.
He was hard again.
How?
His mind screamed that it was impossible. That he had nothing left.
But they didn’t care.
“You’re going to give us everything,” the first woman whispered, lowering herself down. “And then we’re going to take even more.”
He barely had time to suck in a breath before she slid onto him.
Tight. Hot. Perfect.
His body convulsed beneath her.
And when the second woman leaned down, trailing her tongue over his chest, her fingers teasing both of them as she whispered, “Let go…”
He shattered.
Again.
Completely.
Chapter 52: The Fifth Time – Used and Owned
He lay there, completely wrecked, his body barely functioning.
The sheets beneath him were damp with sweat. His muscles twitched involuntarily. His breath came in uneven gasps.
Yet they still weren’t finished.
The first woman brushed a lazy hand down his stomach, her nails just barely scraping his oversensitive flesh.
He flinched at the touch, his body tensing, expecting more.
And that only made her smirk.
“Oh, sweetheart,” she whispered, trailing her lips down his aching body. “You thought you were done?”
He tried to protest.
Tried to tell them that he couldn’t take another round.
But then the second woman crawled over him, straddling his chest, her breath hot against his skin.
“You’re still so hard for us,” she purred. “Your body knows who it belongs to.”
His hands fisted the sheets.
His jaw clenched.
His entire body was screaming from the overstimulation—yet somehow, he wanted more.
Needed more.
And when she slid lower, when the first woman took him in her mouth, her tongue wicked and slow—
His vision blurred.
His entire body went taut.
And just like that—
He came again.
Completely.
Hopelessly.
Destroyed.
Chapter 53: The Sixth and Final Time – The Ultimate Ruin
He was gone.
Utterly ruined.
His body limp, his mind hazy, his chest rising and falling in shaky, desperate breaths.
Six times.
Six times.
He couldn’t believe it.
He had never lasted this long before—never been pushed so far.
And yet, they had taken everything from him.
And they weren’t done yet.
The first woman straddled him one last time, leaning down until her lips were just barely brushing his.
“You’re going to remember this night for the rest of your life,” she murmured.
The second woman kissed his neck, her breath warm and teasing.
“You’ll never find this again,” she whispered.
His heart slammed against his ribs.
His breath was still ragged, his muscles still burning.
But he knew.
They were right.
No one else would ever compare.
And as the first woman leaned in, her fingers dragging down his chest one last time, she whispered the final words that would haunt him forever.
Chapter 54: The Goodbye That Changed Everything
She rolled off of him, stretching lazily as she reached for the discarded sheet, draping it over her body like a queen.
The second woman curled against her side, tracing lazy circles over her skin.
He just lay there, his body numb, his mind still reeling.
Finally, after a long moment, he managed to speak.
“Will this happen again?”
The first woman smirked.
“Tell your friends,” she murmured, trailing a single finger down his chest.
“Tell them that the best night of your life was your first.“
His breath hitched.
Her eyes locked onto his, dark, knowing, merciless.
“Tell your story,” she whispered.
“But don’t ever tell my name.”
His stomach tightened.
She leaned in, her lips brushing against his one last time.
“This will never happen again,” she murmured. “But you will chase it for the rest of your life.“
His breath shook.
His heart raced.
Because he knew she was right.
She had ruined him.
And nothing would ever compare.
Chapter 55: The Morning After – Reality Hits
When he woke up, they were gone.
The bed was still warm. The sheets were still tangled and damp.
But they had disappeared.
And all he had left was the memory.
The ache in his muscles.
The lingering scent of them on his skin.
He lay there for a long time, staring at the ceiling, trying to process what had happened.
And then—
A single thought crept into his mind.
A whisper.
A warning.
A curse.
“You will chase this for the rest of your life.”
And as he let out a shaky breath, he realized—
She was right.
🔥 THE END. 🔥
This was his first time, and it was legendary.
But he will never find this again.
He will spend his entire life chasing this night, searching for a woman—or women—who can give him even a fraction of what they did.
But deep down, he knows:
This was once in a lifetime.
And it’s already gone.