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The Darkness We Share (Revna x Jaythous)

Megan's hands trembled slightly as she took the cup Peter offered her, her cheeks burning a shade darker when his eyes lingered. She swallowed hard, pretending to focus on the water as she glanced at Celeste—or rather, the bare skin she was trying hard not to stare at. Celeste, on the other hand, met Peter's flirty remark with a slow, amused smirk. She sipped her water, tilting her head toward him as she murmured, "Glad I could satisfy your sweet tooth." Her voice was smooth, teasing, but her eyes carried a sharpness beneath the playfulness. She was still watching—always watching. Megan ducked her head, hiding her face behind a curtain of hair as she focused on the food, but the way she nibbled at her bottom lip gave away her embarrassment.

Peter's next question made both women pause.

"Favorite food?" Celeste rolled her shoulders as she tore into a piece of bread. "Seafood. Shrimp, lobster, crab—anything that comes from the ocean, really."

Megan perked up at that, momentarily distracted. "Oh, I love birria. Tacos, ramen, quesadillas—if it's birria, I want it." She grinned, a bit of her usual warmth slipping through. "And mango juice. Can't live without it."

Celeste hummed in agreement, wiping a crumb from her lip. "Same. Mango juice is heaven."

Peter, true to his usual energy, answered enthusiastically, grinning as he declared, "Burger and a chocolate milkshake!" before launching into a reference about Tony Stark. Megan giggled softly, though Celeste only raised an eyebrow, unimpressed but vaguely amused.

Damian shifted from his spot by the bedroom, still not moving toward the food. He wasn't sulking exactly, but there was a tightness to his posture, a stubbornness that Celeste saw right through. His stomach grumbled again—loudly—but he didn't budge. Peter glanced between them, then subtly asked, "Should we attempt it?" He covered his mouth with food as he whispered the real question beneath it.

Both women turned their heads toward Damian, assessing. Celeste didn't hesitate. She shook her head, her voice firm but quiet. "No. Let him starve for 24 hours. The Voice hasn't lied about punishments yet, and I'm not about to waste food and water this early because he's too proud to give me a damn massage."

Megan looked uncomfortable, nibbling her bottom lip again. She hesitated, then admitted softly, "I don't know… I mean, what if—"

Celeste gave her a sharp look. "Don't be soft about this. If we give in now, it'll just get worse later."

Damian exhaled harshly, jaw flexing as he shot Celeste an annoyed glare. He didn't argue, though. Just took it in—stewed in it—then turned on his heel and threw himself onto the bed, lying down with a visible scowl. A tense silence settled until Peter spoke again.

"So… any escape ideas?"

That made both women freeze. Megan stiffened, gaze darting toward the locked door before lowering to her lap. Celeste's lips parted slightly, then she and Megan exchanged a look, their shoulders instinctively curling inward as their voices dropped to almost nothing. No. They shook their heads, almost in unison.

Celeste inched closer to Peter, her body angled toward him as she leaned in, voice barely more than a breath. "You got thoughts?"
 
Peter enjoyed listening to their favorite foods. He really didn't have a good reason to ask, just that it was the first thing in his head to break the ice and get them talking while he whispered. When he whispered his question about taking food to Damian, he nodded in agreement with Celeste's take on it. Damian had made his choice. It wasn't fair to risk anyone else's livelihood to follow an a-hole.

There was really only one question left worth talking about out loud and that was finding an escape route. Yes he was better to keep their true plans secret if they found a way, but the Voice surely expected them to do so and being out loud with it would distract the Voice from true plans later as well as get Megan and Celeste thinking about it more.

After the girls said they hadn't Peter loved how Celeste leaned into him as she whispered, "You got thoughts?" Even though she had just made him cum so much, he still couldn't look at her pretty face and sexy, shiny oiled naked body without desire and slight arousal. She was so pleasing to the eye! Peter was more interested in her pretty eyes as she leaned into him. He leaned into her and responded with a slow nod and a whisper, "I haven't found a way out yet, but I have some ideas…"

Peter then gave a quick look down her body as she watched his eyes before quickly looking back to her face and whispered, "Of course… The company is worth sticking around for." With a slow, sly smile he continues, "Just let me know when you need another massage… I'll gladly give it freely for you."
 
Celeste's lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk as Peter whispered to her, his voice thick with suggestion. She didn't miss the way his eyes flicked down her body—the way he barely held himself back. Her own gaze darkened, lashes lowering slightly as she let her fingers drift across the cart's surface in a slow, absentminded motion. "Oh?" she murmured, voice low, sultry. "That so?"

The corner of her mouth lifted just slightly as she leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. "Mmm… I'll keep that in mind," she whispered, the teasing lilt in her tone unmistakable.

Her gaze flicked down as well, skimming his jaw, his throat—lower. Peter wasn't the only one looking. From where Megan sat, she tried—tried—not to stare. But her body was still warm, still restless, still coiled tight with unspent energy from earlier. Her fingers fidgeted in her lap, thighs pressing together as she watched—as Celeste's smirk deepened, as Peter's body seemed to unconsciously lean toward hers.

Megan bit her lip, hard. Her eyes flickered downward—just for a second—tracing the way their bodies inched closer, the heat in their expressions. Her stomach twisted, a slow throb of frustration pulsing low, unrelieved. She knew she shouldn't be watching, knew it only made things worse. But her lip remained caught between her teeth as her gaze lingered.
 
When Celeste moved in closer and commented on keeping his offer in mind in such a sultry way he smiled wider before smirking, "well make sure you act on what's in your mind and don't keep it to yourself up there…" He was having fun and smiled mischievously, "Sharing is caring you know…"

Peter couldn't help it, he wanted this so much! Putting his hand out slowly he let the warm pads of his left hand fingers slide up along Celeste's mid-thigh and then down into her inner thigh as he leaned in more whispering, "I love when you enjoy looking at my body…" as he took a full breath and let her look all she wanted along with Megan. He knew he was good looking, had been told such by some very attractive woman, but it was always a turn-on to be pleasing to a woman he found beautiful!

Finally noticing Megan and her staring, Peter smiled to her. She was pretty in her own right, but he wasn't trying to make her uneasy. As he looked into Meegan's eyes he said, "I don't know if I should apologize for being ummmm… undiscreet, or tell you that your welcome for the show." He then easily gave a soft chuckle. "Please don't be embarrassed, I'm not… I enjoyed it." He finished before turning his eyes back to Celeste with another, more desiring smile to her.

He patiently waited to hear both of their reactions to his comments. After the conversation had gotten back to where he could push it along more sexy lines he thought maybe it would be good to cool things off a little. Peter looked around the room again, "How are we going to keep ourselves busy? Did anyone see any board games, or a TV, or books?"
 
Megan swallowed and gave a small, shy nod, though the blush warming her cheeks deepened. She had been staring—there was no denying it. She let herself look a little longer this time, letting curiosity and lingering arousal win out over embarrassment. Celeste, on the other hand, had no shame in her gaze. She smirked, her eyes still dark and heavy-lidded as Peter's fingers traced along her inner thigh, sending a pleasant shiver up her spine. Bold, she thought, amused at how easily he leaned into their chemistry.

"Oh, I always share," she murmured back, letting her fingers ghost along his forearm for just a second before pulling away. "You'll know when I want something."

But before she could tease him further, Peter's next question gave her the perfect excuse to reel things in just a little. She hummed, leaning back slightly as she let her eyes scan the room. "Hmm, keeping busy? Guess we should see what our captor so generously left us."

Megan, thankful for the slight distraction, quickly stood up and started looking around, checking drawers and cabinets along the walls. Celeste ran her fingers along the edges of the food cart before stepping toward the wall, checking for any hidden compartments. It was Megan who found it first.

"Hey! There's a remote here." She pulled it out from a sleek, barely noticeable indentation in the wall, holding it up in victory before clicking the large power button. A soft whirr filled the room. From the ceiling, a sleek black TV panel slowly descended, setting itself in place with an eerie smoothness. As the tv finished coming out, the opening credits of Snakes on a Plane the movie began to play.

Celeste let out a dry chuckle, crossing her arms. "Oh, that's just perfect." She tilted her head, reading the title on the screen. "Guess our captor has a sense of humor."

Megan, still holding the remote, hesitated for just a second before shrugging and moving toward the seating area. "Well… might as well watch," she said, settling into the couch. "Maybe we'll get some ideas."

Celeste smirked, striding over and sinking down next to her, stretching her legs out in front of her. "Doubt they'd be dumb enough to give us anything useful, but hey, could be entertaining."

With both women seated, Peter was left standing, glancing between them. The couch was wide enough for three, but now he had a choice—sit between them or next to one of them. Celeste arched an eyebrow at him, clearly amused. "You joining us, or you planning to make your own escape plan over there?"
 
Peter thoroughly enjoyed touching and caressing Celeste's soft skin on her inner thigs. He loved that she let him and seemed to also enjoy his touch there. Even so soon after cumming he still had a strong desire for her, even if he kept it suppressed and hidden as much as possible. He loved playing these teasing games and hidden arousing touches. He smiled to her as she whispered confidently, "You'll know when I want something" to which his eye brows shot up just a little and his smile turned to a questioning, teasing, smirk. He wanted her mischievous side.

When Megan found the remote he looked surprised. "Oh WOW! Great!" while watching the TV descend. He looked back over to Celeste as she folded her arms, unknowingly pushing her lovely breasts up a bit and turning Peter on even more as she said, "Oh, that's just perfect, guess out captor has a sense of humor." Peter laughed with Celeste and said, "I sure hope he or she does. I can at least work with a sense of humor and their humanity…"

After they moved to the coach Peter tore his eyes from celeste enough to look around the room for other possible hidden compartments around the room. Once the girls were seated he took a half a moment to consider how best to join them and seeing the most daylight between them he choose to sit between them. In response to Celeste's questioning about making his escape plans he laughed and nodded, "I am, but I'm taking your girls with me… if you want to go?" He straddled over Celeste's outstretched legs and plopped down between the two of them, his right hand which was the closest to Celeste easily lay on her mid-thigh while he kept his left hand to himself. His shoulders pressed both Celeste's and Megan's shoulders. The couch was a bit older and both Megan and Celeste found themselves slightly tilted towards Peter from the comfortable, but older cushions.

"You know… I've never seen this movie. I've heard of it… you know… something about snakes… on a plane and all." He chuckled. As the movie began and they got comfortable, The outside of Peter's legs pressed against Celeste's leg on one side, and Megan's on the other. "keeping the moment light Peter asked, "Do you think Samual L. Jackson got the money he deserved for doing this, or was it a favor for someone?"
 
Celeste hummed in amusement at Peter's question, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on her own thigh near where his hand rested. "Honestly? I think he just liked the ridiculousness of it. Some people do things just for the fun of it." She smirked slightly, glancing toward Peter. "Not everything has to be some grand plan, you know."

Megan shifted slightly beside them, nodding as she watched the screen. "I mean, you're probably right. It is an absurd movie." She let out a small laugh before flicking a glance toward Celeste and Peter, her eyes briefly dropping lower before she quickly focused back on the screen.

Celeste caught the flicker of Megan's attention and smirked before leaning into the couch more, making herself comfortable. "Speaking of ridiculous," she mused, tilting her head toward the screen, "how long do you think we'd last in one of these situations?"

Megan let out a soft snort. "With our luck? We'd be the only ones making it to the end."

Celeste chuckled, stretching her legs out a little as she got settled. "I feel like I'd do pretty damn well in an action movie scenario." She cast a glance toward Peter, raising an eyebrow. "What about you? Think you'd survive, or would you be the one making a dramatic last stand?"

Megan leaned into the couch, clearly interested in the discussion now. "Oh yeah, good question. What's your survival strategy?"
 
Peter listened to the women banter back and froth with a small smile on his handsome face. His eyes watched the TV screen, but his mind was on the presence and conversation of the two women on either side of him. They felt quite nice pressing in against him. His right hand still laying on Celeste's mid-thigh.

When Celeste asked him "Think you'd survive, or would you be the one making a dramatic last stand?", and Megan seconded the question, Peter responded, "I don't know, every situation is different but… hum…. Snakes on a plane…. I think I'd go with barricading myself as much as I can and then hack and slash… you can't really reason with a snake." He chuckles and then thought of something else, "well… If the snakes aren't poisonous or aren't constrictors, I probably wouldn't do anything. Most snakes aren't a threat… hum… but that doesn't sound like an entertaining movie, so yeah, I bet they are all poisonous in this situation, right?" He looked to Celeste and then Megan as he laughed.

He then took a look around the room and let out a sigh. "I guess we'll find out what my and all of our survival strategies will be." As the movie started Peter turned and whispered first into Celeste's ear and then into Megan's, "We need more materials to get out of here… maybe we can ask the voice for some… think of reasons to get materials we need that wouldn't tip the voice off you know?" Then after whispering to Megan, he whispered back to Celeste, "I'm glad we are comfortable around each other… and… I very much enjoyed massaging you… Any time you want more…" He smirked and pretended to go back to watching the movie only to give her a sidelong look with a smirk when she looked at him.

Peter found himself enjoying the movie, but more so the company pressed against him and the whispered conversation he was having with Celeste. Just as they were letting the movie get their mind off their immediate situation, a part of the movie were it got dark, the voice decided to play a trick on them and shut off the lights in the room. "SHIT!" Peter exclaimed as his body tensed and he tried to look around. It wasn't totally dark, the TV was still on with the movie running and all electronics continued to run, it was only the main lights in the room went out. Without any word from the voice the lights came back on soon after. "Peter took a deep breath, looking around the now lite room and said, "That fucker..." and more loudly, "Not funny!" to the voice.
 
Celeste let out a slow, amused hum as she leaned into Peter's side, the warmth of his body against hers sparking something playful in her expression. "Oh, I know they're watching," she murmured, fingers trailing absentmindedly along Peter's thigh as she shifted slightly, letting her chest brush against his arm. "They like their little mind games, don't they?"

Megan, watching Celeste's teasing, smirked before rolling her eyes. "You really have no shame, do you?" she teased, but rather than pull away, she leaned in on Peter's other side, resting a hand against his forearm as she dropped her voice lower. "She's got a point though. If we ask for things, we should act like we're just trying to make ourselves comfortable, not trying to escape."

Celeste's fingers danced a little higher on Peter's leg, not quite dangerous but definitely toeing the line. "Cards, books, something to pass the time," she mused, tilting her head toward Peter so her lips brushed his ear as she spoke. "Maybe even a massage oil—since you seem so eager to put those hands to use." Her voice was dripping with playful innuendo, and she smirked as she caught his expression.

Megan, not to be left out, gave a light squeeze to Peter's forearm, her nails just faintly grazing his skin as she whispered, "If we're going for the act, we should make it convincing." She let her breath linger near his neck for just a moment before pulling back with an innocent shrug. "And hey, I wouldn't mind something soft to sleep on."

Celeste chuckled, her fingers still tracing light circles along Peter's leg. "So, Peter," she purred, "think you can make a convincing case to our lovely captor? Or do we need to get even more creative?"
 
Peter smiled as he felt Celeste's fingers dancing over his bear thigh. He looked down to watch her manicured nails trace the goosebumps forming on his muscular thigh. He didn't move, but the muscles of his thigh twitched and rippled from her touch. Then he slowly rose his eyes to take in her sexy stomach, and lovely breasts as they rubbed against his arm. His eyes quickly moved up to her pretty face with a pleased smile. Her mischievous smirk was very sexy to his eyes and forced his smile to take on a mischievous twinkle as well.

Peter was surprised by Megan's touch and press in against his body so that he turned his head from Celeste, "Oh…. Yes…" he smiled to her, "she has a point." His eyes went from one beautiful woman to the other as they brought his body temperature up fast. His manhood gave a twitch against his boxers from their caresses and teasing words. When Megan squeezed his forearm he let his hand near her move to her mid-thigh and give her a squeeze there.

When Celeste seductively asked, "So, Peter… think you can make a convincing case to our lovely captor? Or do we need to get even more creative?" Peter let a slow, mischievous smile fill his handsome face. He gave a sidelong look towards the sexy Celeste and whispered, "I have an idea… although… I'm always open to more creative… motivations?" he smirked. Then in a loud enough voice for The Voice to hear he said, "Mmmm… I'd love to girls, but We are low on lube, and I don't think the bed is big enough for the three of us?" then as almost an afterthought, "and I don't think we have any rubber gloves to play with me like that…" he looked at Celeste and laughed like they were joking.

Just then the movie got loud and made them all jump! "AH!", but he recovered fast enough while the movie was loud to whisper to Celeste, "Let's see if we get any of those before asking for more…. And… I like your touch" he smiled and then got back to watching the movie.
 
Celeste grinned wickedly, her fingers dragging a little slower up Peter's thigh before retreating just enough to keep him wanting more. "Oh, you're dangerous," she murmured, eyes gleaming with amusement. "You might just make me blush with lines like that." She winked, settling back against the couch, but her hand didn't fully leave him—no, she let her nails lightly scratch along his inner thigh before resting casually over his knee.

Megan, ever the observer, let out a breathy chuckle as she flicked her gaze between the two of them. "Well, now I have to see if our captor takes the bait." She leaned in, her lips just brushing the shell of Peter's ear as she whispered, "You're a bold one. I like that." And with that, her hand, warm and feather-light, gave his forearm another teasing squeeze before she, too, leaned back.

Celeste smirked, eyes dancing with mischief as she let her hand rest against Peter's knee, fingers idly stroking in lazy circles. "Guess we'll see just how accommodating our gracious host is, hmm?" she purred.

The moment of tension was broken when the movie's volume spiked, making them all jolt slightly. Celeste let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "Classic," she murmured.

A loud clunk echoed through the room and making the girls jump all over again as their heads swayed to look at the door, the sound was followed by the mechanical whir of locks disengaging. The door to their prison swung open just a crack—just enough for a sleek metal cart to be shoved inside. The moment the cart fully entered, the door slammed shut again with an almost mocking finality, the locks clicking back into place.

Celeste pulled her hand back from Peter's knee and straightened, her sharp gaze flicking to the cart with both amusement and curiosity. "Well, well," she drawled, stretching lazily before standing up. "Guess our lovely host is feeling generous tonight."

Megan was already on her feet, padding over to the cart with careful but eager steps. "Let's see if they took your request seriously," she said with a smirk, her fingers wrapping around the cart's handle as she peered over the contents.

Celeste joined her, eyes sweeping over the supplies. She let out a surprised chuckle. "Oh, you have to be kidding me." She reached in and held up a small bottle of lube, waggling it between her fingers before tossing it back onto the cart. "Looks like someone has a sense of humor after all."

Megan, rummaging through the items, snorted. "Yup. Lube. A pair of gloves. So… does that mean you won?"

Celeste smirked, crossing her arms. "Or does it mean our captor wants to see us get creative?" She flicked her gaze to Peter, a challenge gleaming in her eyes.
 
The feeling of Celeste's fingers dragging up the inside of his thigh to dangerous heights sent shivers through Peter's body in pleasant, exciting ways. Not stopping her coupled with his body's goosebumps told her he loved her teasing and delicate, dangerous touch, which he confirmed with a side-long glance out of the corner of his intense dark eyes to her pretty face. He held her eyes with his for a full second or two with a small curl forming on his lips and a twitch of his eyebrow before the movie broke the moment. Still, the twitch in his boxers and the growth of his manhood in response couldn't lie either. Her sexy words of "Oh you're dangerous, You might just make me blush…" made him smile wider and grow more. Her hand was welcome to be as dangerous as she desired.

When Megan whispered in his ear while leaning into him and said, "You're a bold one. I like that." Peter responded by leaning into her, turning his sidelong intense glace on her and letting his warm hand slide higher up her inner thigh as well, seeing how Megan would react herself to his warm, soft, invading touch. He stopped teasingly close, only to squeeze and slowly circle her inner upper thigh. In a soft whisper, "I enjoy pleasuring beautiful women, and … yes I'm bold."

They were all shocked out of their sexy moment from the movie and then the door opening. Peter had been so lost in the moment that he stayed rooted to his seat for half a second while they all registered the door opening and the cart being wheeled out. The moment Peter's mind recognized what was happening he jumped up off the sofa, athletically leaped over Celeste without hurting her and landed on the floor at a full run towards the door. Peter surprisingly almost made it to the door before it shut. He might have if he didn't also have to leap over the cart to get his hand in the shutting door, but it was too late. He also had contorted his body to go for broke to get his hand in the door so that he wasn't able to land on two feet. Instead, he went clamoring over the cart and hitting the opposite wall with a thud and a groan, "OOOUUUHHHFFFF!!"

Even if peter was enjoying their escapades and playing a two layered game with the Voice, he still kept himself alert to seizing opportunities at escape. He wasn't giving up! This fact became obvious to Celeste in that moment.

Peter groaned and sat up against the wall, taking in a deep breath before smirking bashfully and sheepishly rubbing the back of his bumped head. "I was so close…." And then jokingly, "Who ordered room service?"

Peter watched from his sitting position as the woman looked over the contents of the cart. He would get up with their urging and look at the cart's contents with them. He laughed, "Oh yeah!!! I think I… that is WE won!" Then he looked towards Celeste with her arms folded and pushing up her breasts with a smug look on her pretty face that made her look just that much sexier without her realizing it as she said, "Or does it mean our captor wants to see us get creative?" His intense dark gray eyes looking her up and down with a mischievous smirk, "Oh it pretty much means our captor is calling our bluff on creativity!"

Peter waited a bit to see the reaction of Celeste and Megan. He had some ideas, but wanted to see some of theirs as well. He walked over to Celeste, laid a warm comforting hand on the middle of her back as he leaned into her slightly while saying, "Shall we get creative then?" He then whispered into her ear, "We have to put them to use before we can hide them without suspicion. I have an idea back on the couch unless you have a better idea?"
 
When Peter launched himself over the couch, Celeste and Megan both flinched, moving with startling speed toward the door. For a split second, Celeste's breath hitched—not because she thought he'd make it, but because she admired the sheer determination in his movements. He didn't hesitate. He didn't second-guess. Even knowing the likelihood of failure, he still tried. And for a moment, just a brief, wild moment, she wanted him to make it. But then came the inevitable crash.

Celeste winced as he went sprawling, hitting the opposite wall with a solid thud before landing in a heap against the floor. Megan let out a soft snort, half amused, half impressed. Celeste, on the other hand, tilted her head, watching him with something deeper. It would be easy to laugh, to tease him for his failure, but she couldn't shake the admiration curling in her chest.

He isn't giving up.

That thought stuck in her mind as she stood, crossing her arms under her chest as she took in his groan and the sheepish way he rubbed the back of his head. He was resilient. Bold. Frustratingly bold, but in a way that had her lips quirking despite herself. The Voice had called their bluff. Or, perhaps more accurately, was daring them. Peter had caught onto the same thing. She felt his warmth before his touch, his large palm settling on the middle of her back as he leaned in close. "Shall we get creative then?" His breath was warm against her ear as he whispered, "We have to put them to use before we can hide them without suspicion. I have an idea back on the couch, unless you have a better one?"

Celeste didn't move right away. Her fingers grazed one of the bottles, rolling it between her fingertips, her mind spinning through possibilities. There were always possibilities. Then, slowly, she turned, her lips brushing just barely close to Peter's ear as she whispered back, "Let's make it look convincing, then."

She plucked the bottle from the cart and walked back toward the couch, deliberately slow, hips swaying just enough to draw his attention. Megan followed, glancing at Peter with an amused smirk before nudging him with her elbow.

"Come on, bold one," she murmured. "Let's put on a show."
 
Celeste sent shivers down Peter's back as she whispered with hot breath caressing his ear and neck as she whispered, "Let's make it look convincing, then." He turned his head slowly towards her, his eyes locking on her's as he gave her a hot smile and nod. He walked as Celeste walked away from him to the sofa. The swaying of her gorgeous hips and beautiful naked body was intoxicating. He couldn't look away even if he wanted to, yet he didn't want to!

His eyes focus on Celeste's beautiful ass cheeks swaying and lovely thighs was only broken when Megan nudged him jokingly. Peter's body jumped a little in surprise having been taken so fully by Celeste that when he turned to see Megan he laughed and blushed a bit sheepishly. He hoped Megan would forgive him for drooling like a wolf in a 1920's cartoon. When Megan said, "Come on, bold one… Let's put on a show." Peter's bashful smile turned into a turned on beaming smile of excitement and desire. Peter wanted to get free as much as anyone, but if he didn't enjoy being trapped with two of the most beautiful women he'd ever known who wanted to play, he'd be crazy!

Peter smiled and grabbed the rubber gloves and then nudged Megan back, "I'm glad to have you playing with us this time!" and then he joined Celeste on the Sofa. He got back in the middle where he was before. He pushed in against Celeste and without a better place to put his warm hand he laid it back on Celeste's upper thigh, his fingers slidingly slowly to her inner thigh. With a playful smirk on his handsome face, "So what do you want to do with these?" as he presented the latex gloves.
 
Celeste took the gloves from Peter’s hands, her fingers tracing deliberately over his before she held them up, stretching the latex between her hands. She let the moment breathe, her gaze flicking to Megan with a knowing smirk before settling back on Peter.

"You’re eager," she mused, her tone edged with something satisfied, something pleased. She liked that about him—how he didn’t hold back, how he wanted this. But more than that, she liked the way he reacted to her.

Megan nudged Peter again, grinning. “Caught you drooling.”

Celeste laughed, low and warm, before she leaned in just enough to make sure he focused on her. “That’s alright,” she murmured, brushing her fingers along his wrist before sliding one of the gloves onto his hand, slow and deliberate. “I like knowing I have your attention.”

She passed the other glove to Megan, watching as she pulled it on with a smirk before settling onto the couch beside them. Celeste, still stretched out, trailed her fingers lazily over Peter’s arm, her touch light but intentional.

“Now,” she said, her voice dripping with something indulgent, something expectant, “let’s see what we can do with these.”
 
When Celeste commented "You're eager..." he smiled handsomely to her, his eyes getting lose in hers for a moment. The moment was broken by Megan when she nudged him and said, "caught you drooling." to which Peter responded, with a quick laugh, "Guilty... well wouldn't you? I mean...." he chuckled and nodded his head back to Celeste with a look of desire for her. When Celeste leaned in to keep his attention, Peter gladly gave it to her. When she said, "I like knowing I have your attention." Peter smiled and said, "I'm all your beautiful..." as goosebumps formed on his arm where her fingers caressed.

Once both women were settled in against him on either side of him and the gloves were on his hands he gently slid them along both women's thighs. The dry latex gripped at their skin and pulled, but didn't hurt much as he didn't put much pressure on their skin. He looked to Celeste first, gaging her response, and then looked to Megan. "Mmmm... how does that feel?" He then leaned over to Celeste and whispered, "You know... I bet these would feel really good if I played with your nipples? Would you stop me if I...." and with that he moved his hand up to her closest nipple and gently pinched it if she let him.
 
Celeste let Peter’s gloved hand rest against her breast, tilting her head slightly as she savored the sensation. The dry latex tugged at her skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of his palm beneath it, and she could feel his hesitance—waiting, eager, but not in control.

She exhaled slowly, deliberately, rolling her shoulders as if settling into the moment. Then, with an almost lazy confidence, she guided his fingers to move, rolling his palm in slow, teasing circles. She didn’t let him squeeze—not yet. Instead, she enjoyed the weight of his touch exactly as she dictated, drinking in the way he held himself still, waiting for her cue.

A soft hum escaped her lips, and she shifted, pressing herself just a little more into his hand. Letting herself revel in the attention, in the heat pooling beneath her skin, in the way his pupils dilated as he watched her. Megan’s smirk deepened as she draped an arm over the back of the couch, watching Celeste with keen interest. “Having fun?” she teased, voice lilting with amusement.

Celeste finally exhaled a breathy laugh, her eyes flicking from Peter to Megan in a slow, assessing sweep. “Very.”

But then, just as easily as she indulged, she shifted. Her grip on Peter’s wrist turned from guiding to commanding. In a fluid motion, she pulled his hand away from her chest and caught Megan’s chin between her fingers, tilting the other woman’s face toward hers. “But I think it’s time I had both of you exactly where I want you.”

Megan’s lips parted slightly, amusement flickering into intrigue and watching Celeste with growing intensity. Celeste smirked. Good. She trailed her nails lightly down Peter’s arm before turning her full attention to Megan. “Let’s see if you know how to follow instructions any better than he does.”

Megan chuckled, arching a brow. “I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?”

Celeste’s grin sharpened. “Yes. We will.”

Celeste’s fingers traced a slow path down Megan’s throat before she let go, leaning back just enough to take them both in. A delicious thrill ran through her, heat coiling in her stomach at the way Peter’s breath hitched and Megan’s lips curled in anticipation. Power. It felt intoxicating. Addictive. Right.

“Peter,” she murmured, dragging her nails down his chest, not stopping until she reached his wrist. “Hands behind your back. Keep them there unless I tell you otherwise.” Her voice was silk over steel—gentle, yet leaving no room for argument.

Turning to Megan, eyes gleaming. “You, sweetheart, are going to show me how well you listen.” Celeste reached for one of the bottles on the cart, the cool plastic pressing into her palm as she handed it to Megan. “Open this. Pour a little in your hand.”

Megan’s fingers brushed against hers as she took it, her expression flickering between curiosity and challenge. But she didn’t hesitate. The cap popped open with a soft click, and she let a slow stream of the slick liquid coat her palm.

Celeste hummed in approval, then leaned in, her lips grazing the shell of Megan’s ear. “Now take care of him for me,” she whispered, tilting her chin toward Peter. “But only exactly how I say.”

Megan grinned and shifting forward; “Yes, ma’am,” she murmured playfully.

Celeste laughed low in her throat, rolling her shoulders as she settled in, fully in control. “Good girl.”
 
Peter smiled as he felt her lovely breast in his hand. He enjoyed rubbing her nipple with it as she guided his hand while he watched her pretty face and sexy body react. "Mmmmm…" he let out a soft moan as he watched her, hot desire for her building up in his loins once again. She was too beautiful not to desire when she reacted this way to his touch. "Ooohhh Celeste…. That's very sexy… oh this is the kind of show we need…"

When Megan interrupted with "Having fun?" Peter turned to her and smiled, almost sheepishly, but not really as he loved it and didn't mind who knew it. "Oh!? Would you like a try?" he asked, but he was preempted by Celeste moving his hand away. If Peter was surprised by Celeste's pushing of his hand away, he was doubly so when she leaned over him to almost kiss Megan before saying "But I think it's time I had both of you exactly where I want you." Peter's eyes went wide and he didn't know what to say and do in that moment. He'd only heard of such situations? Some times in life not saying anything is the wise decision, this was definitely one of those times. Peter froze and didn't interrupt, only watched, breathed in heavily, and let the moment play out as Celeste wanted and Megan allowed.

He breathed in deeply as he heard Celeste tease him and Megan agree to follow Celeste's instructions. Peter's manhood started to stir in his boxers and push up against the thin fabric as the super sexy situation overwhelmed his ability to hide his arousal. Then he felt Celeste's nails dig into his chest and then scrape down his peck, shoulder, and arm. He responded with surprise and a sharp intake of breath that filled his naked chest to push up into her sharp nails! The soft little sound that came from his slightly open lips as he arched a little was slight pain overwhelmed with pleasure from her painful touch, "Uuuhhhh…" with surprise on his face.

When he heard her command "Hands behind your back. Keep them there unless I tell you otherwise." His eyes went wide again before he slowly curled his lips into an excitedly knowing smile of mischievousness and desire. "Ohhh-my… well..." he let out before putting his gloved hands behind his back and leaning back into the sofa against his arms. He looked back to Megan then to gage what she was thinking before his attention went back to Celeste who took control of both of them.

Peter watched with wide eyed anticipation and arousal as the oil dripped into Megan's hand and Celeste instructed Megan to "take care of him for me". Peter breathed hotly, "Oh my….." as his manhood gave another twitch and tented his boxers, threatening to pop out of the slit opening of his boxers.
 
Celeste's nails trailed over Peter's broad shoulders, slow and deliberate, before gliding down the firm muscle of his arms. She felt him shiver beneath her touch, his breath hitching as her fingers curled around his wrists. With a firm but teasing pressure, she pushed them closer together, reinforcing her control, her body pressing in from behind. Leaning in, her lips ghosted over the shell of his ear before she bit down—just enough to make him jolt. "You're staying right here," she murmured, her voice a silken command. "Let me enjoy you properly."

Her nails traced the ridges of his forearms before she finally released him, stepping just out of reach. Celeste glanced toward Megan, who was already watching with a knowing smirk.

"Take those off him," Celeste instructed, tilting her chin toward Peter's last remaining barrier. Megan moved in, deliberately slow, her fingers hooking the waistband as she met Celeste's gaze for guidance. The control in Celeste's stance was undeniable, the flicker of something darker and knowing in her eyes keeping Megan enthralled.

"Slow," Celeste directed, her tone smooth as honey but edged with command. "I want you to make him feel every inch as you free him."

Megan obeyed, dragging the fabric down at an agonizing pace, the warmth of her hands barely ghosting over his skin as she worked. Peter's breath came heavier, his body tensing beneath their attention. Celeste leaned down, her fingers tilting his chin up so he had no choice but to meet her gaze. "You like this, don't you?" she murmured, searching his eyes for the telltale flicker of submission, of surrendering to her control. When he swallowed hard, his restraint obvious, she only smiled.

Turning her attention back to Megan, Celeste's voice softened, but the command in it remained. "Now, touch him—lightly at first. Tease. Make him beg without words."

Megan's fingers danced along his skin, her movements playful yet precise, following Celeste's unspoken direction. Celeste watched, savoring the way Peter trembled beneath their hands, completely at their mercy.

"Good," Celeste praised, her satisfaction curling into a smirk. "Now, let's see how much more he can take."
 
Peter grimaced as Celeste bit his ear lob, but he didn't mind as the feeling of Celeste's naked body pressing against his back and arms, pulling them tighter behind his back was more arousing than the pain she inflicted. When she hotly commanded, "You're staying right here, Let me enjoy you properly" he leaned back into her a bit more and exhaled with a shiver and his manhood giving a throb of compliance, "hhhooohhh… yes mam..." Then she commanded Megan to take off his boxer. His eyes went a little wide with a surprised look on his face, yet a tenting of his boxers that let them both know he was enjoying this.

His dark gray eyes went back to Megan, half expecting her to giggle girlishly and refuse, but when she eagerly leaned in with a sexy smile on her pretty face and grabbed his boxers he took in a hot breath with his face a mix of surprise, arousal, and a handsome smile, "Ooohhh my… Megan… you wouldn't!?" but the mischievous smile on his handsome face and the way his hips pushed up to allow her to take his boxers off from under his hips let her know he was enjoying this. As Megan slowly pulled his boxers down according to Celeste's desires peter's cock swelled, and throbbed against the elastic bonds holding his cock down against his leg with Megan's eyes on his throbbing manhood. "Ooohhh… Megan… no… I'll be completely naked for you!?" in fained protest. He enjoyed how the innocent Megan got into stripping him naked. He had grown now to almost fill erection as Celeste reached under his chin and pulling his gaze up to look into her beautiful face and pretty eyes.

Peter's breaths were heavy with arousal as he stared back into Celeste's eyes, feeling trapped by her and loving it. He smiled into her eyes and took a deep heavy breath ending in a soft moan of "Yes..." to Celeste's question. His back arching, his chest pushing out and up as he felt his hard, large cock spring free from his boxers as Megan finished taking them off. His hard cock bouncing out of the boxer to full attention in appreciation of the two beautiful woman playing with him. Peter gave another hot breath, his eyes still locked on Celeste's, not wanting to leave. His eyes half closed in pleasure as Megan's fingers began running over his upper thighs and threatening to take his hard cock. When celeste broke their deep stare Peter took a long, pleasured blink and then looked back down to Megan. "Ooohhh Megan… What do you want to do with me?"
 
Celeste smirked at his eager compliance, the way his body arched into their touch, his breaths ragged and full of anticipation. She ran her nails along his arms again, reveling in the way his muscles tensed beneath her fingertips before she released him entirely, stepping around to face him fully. Peter’s eyes remained locked on hers, desire darkening them as he awaited his next instruction. Celeste tilted her head, drinking in the sight of him—flushed, exposed, waiting.

“Megan,” she purred, shifting her attention to the other woman, who had his full length within reach, teasing but not yet taking. “He asked you a question. Don’t keep him waiting.”

Megan’s lips curled in a playful smirk, her fingers feather-light as they traced just along the inside of Peter’s thighs, deliberately avoiding where he clearly wanted them most. “Mmm, I don’t know,” she teased, dragging out the moment, her gaze flicking up to Celeste for guidance.

Celeste took a step closer, her fingers grazing Peter’s jaw before gripping his chin with just enough force to remind him exactly who was in control. “Start slow,” she instructed Megan, her voice a husky command. “Barely touch him. Make him ache for more.”

Megan obeyed immediately, her fingertips finally skimming along the base of his cock with the lightest possible touch; Celeste’s hand tightened on his jaw. “Stay still,” she ordered, watching them.

Megan's teasing strokes continued, her fingers barely there, tracing along his length but never fully wrapping around him. She met Celeste’s gaze again, eyes alight with the thrill of it. “Like this?”

Celeste leaned down, her lips brushing Peter’s ear as she murmured, “Just like that. But don’t give him what he wants until I say.”

“Good,” Celeste praised, her smile wicked. “Now, Megan—let’s see how long he can beg before he breaks.”
 
Peter's watched Megan as Celeste told her to answer his question. When she said, "mmm, I don't know" Peter asked, "Do you like what you see?" His hard cock throbbed visibly as Megan looked his throbbing member up and down.

Then his eyes went to Celeste again as she reached down and took his chin in her hand. His dark, aroused eyes took a moment to indulge in enjoying her body. Celeste was stunningly beautiful and so sexy Peter could barely contain himself. He enjoyed drinking in her beauty with his eyes before she grabbed his chin tightly, forcing his eyes up to her's. He smiled to her as she instructed Megan to start slowly on him.

Peter kept his dark gray eyes locked on Celeste's the whole time. When he felt Megan's delicate fingers lightly caress his fully erect cock at it's base his eyes went wide for Celeste, his handsome face's mouth opened in a slow deep, surprised intact of pleasure as his hard cock throbbed against Megan's touch. As Megan began caressing his warm, fully erect cock it throbbed against her fingers and swelled a bit to become rock hard. With his eyes still locked on Celeste's his hips rocked forward slowly against Megan's touch and his chest arche dup towards Celeste as he moaned, "Oooohhh… Megan…" and his eyes half closed from the pleasure.

When Celeste told Megan, "let's see how long he can beg before he breaks." Peter said hotly in a whisper, "Ooohhhhh… I think I'm in trouble…"
 
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