The beach cheat
The Velvet Altar
The silence of the master bedroom was absolute, broken only by the distant, rhythmic thrum of the Pacific crashing against the cliffs. I woke slowly, the silk sheets feeling like a cool caress against my skin, but something was missing. The heavy, comforting warmth of Susan on my left and the lithe, electric presence of Sai on my right had vanished. The indentations in the pillows were still there, smelling of sandalwood and salt, but the bed was cold.
I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. The morning sun was high now, pouring into the room in blinding white shafts. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, feeling a lingering soreness in my muscles—a pleasant reminder of the beach and the shower.
"Sai? Sue?" I called out, my voice raspy.
No answer.
I stood up, naked and curious, and padded down the hallway toward the living area. As I rounded the corner, the scent hit me first—a heady, intoxicating mix of female musk, expensive lubricant, and the faint, metallic tang of spent adrenaline. Then, I saw them.
They weren't on the couch. They were on the hardwood floor just past the cedar coffee table, caught in a tangle of gold and violet. They were locked in a perfect, symmetrical 69, their bodies forming a living circle of indulgence. Sai was on top, her powerful thighs framing Sue’s face, her purple-painted toes curling in mid-air as she arched her back. Sue was beneath her, her hands gripping Sai’s hips with a desperate strength, her white-painted nails digging into the telepath’s bronzed skin.
The sound was what stopped me in my tracks—a wet, rhythmic slurping, punctuated by the high-pitched, broken gasps of the Invisible Woman. They were oblivious to the world, lost in the raw, primal task of devouring each other.
"Well," I whispered, leaning against the doorframe. "Good morning to you too."
The effect was instantaneous. Sai’s head snapped up, her violet hair whipping around her face like a silken storm. Her eyes were dark, the pupils blown wide with a mix of lust and a sudden, predatory playfulness. Sue followed a second later, disentangling herself and sitting up, her face flushed a deep, beautiful crimson, her lips glistening.
"Oh," Sue breathed, her voice a mere ghost of a sound. "You're awake."
Sai didn't look embarrassed. She looked triumphant. She rose to her feet with the fluid grace of a hunter, her body a masterpiece of sweat and sunlight. She walked toward me, her purple-toed feet silent on the wood.
"We were wondering when you’d join the living," Sai purred, stopping just inches from me. She smelled like Sue and the ocean. "But you’re late to the party, husband. And in this house, tardiness is a sin that requires penance."
Sue stood up as well, her "mommy" persona completely submerged under the weight of the morning’s debauchery. She walked over to the L-shaped velvet couch and pointed at the centerpiece of the room. The dark velvet was ruined—soaked with a massive, irregular Rorschach test of moisture that shimmered in the sunlight.
"Look at what we did," Sue said, her voice gaining a sudden, authoritative edge I’d never heard before. "We made a mess, and it’s all your fault for leaving us to our own devices."
Sai stepped behind me, her hands sliding over my shoulders. "She’s right. You neglected your duties. Now, lie down. On the altar we built for you."
She pushed me toward the couch. I didn't resist. The power dynamic had shifted, tilted by the sheer intensity of what they had just shared on the floor. I sat, then lay back onto the damp velvet. The fabric was cold and wet against my skin, the scent of their shared climax rising up to meet me. It was a sensory overload, a physical manifestation of their desire.
Before I could even adjust, Sai’s hands were on my wrists. There was a sharp *clack-clack* of metal. I looked up to see my hands pinned to the cedar frame of the couch, bound by heavy, professional-grade steel handcuffs.
"Where did you even get those?" I asked, a grin tugging at my lips despite the situation.
"I’m a ninja, darling," Sai whispered, leaning down to nip at my earlobe. "I always come prepared for a submissive husband. And Susan was more than happy to help me hide them."
Sue stepped into my line of sight. She was holding the double-sided purple dildo they had been using. It was dripping, the translucent silicone slick with their combined essences, reflecting the sunlight like a dark amethyst. It looked heavy, used, and utterly filthy.
"You missed the main event," Sue said, her blue eyes burning with a naughty, sophisticated fire. She knelt between my legs, holding the toy up like a trophy. "And since you weren't here to participate, you have to help with the cleanup."
Sai moved to the head of the couch, her purple hair draping over my face like a veil. She gripped my chin, forcing me to look at the soaking wet device in Sue's hand.
"Clean it," Sai commanded, her voice dropping into that dark, authoritative register that always made my blood boil. "Every inch. I want to taste Susan on your tongue, and I want her to taste me. Don't miss a spot, or the punishments will get significantly more creative."
Sue leaned forward, pressing the tip of the silicone against my lips. It was warm from their bodies, smelling of the lubricant and the raw, sweet scent of the two women.
"Go on," Sue urged, a playful, dominant smile touching her lips. "Be a good boy for us."
I opened my mouth, taking the head of the toy. The taste was overwhelming—salt, honey, and the chemical sweetness of the lube. I began to lick it clean, my tongue tracing the ridges and the smooth, curved surface. Sai’s grip on my chin tightened, her purple nails digging in just enough to remind me who was in charge.
"Lick the other end now," Sai ordered. "Show me how much you love the mess we made."
I worked my way down the length of the purple silicone, my eyes locked on Sue’s. She was watching me with a rapt intensity, her chest heaving, her white-painted nails tracing the line of her own throat. The humiliation was a spark, but the shared intimacy of the act was a wildfire. I was cleaning the evidence of their pleasure, consuming the essence of their bond.
"Look at him," Sue whispered, reaching out to stroke my hair. "He’s so obedient when he’s chained up."
"He knows his place," Sai agreed, her voice vibrating through my skull. "He’s the vessel for our desires today. Nothing more, nothing less."
I finished the task, the toy now glistening only with my own saliva. Sue took it from my mouth, but she didn't put it away. Instead, she set it on my chest, the weight of it a constant reminder of what they had done without me.
Sai leaned down, her lips inches from mine. "That was a good start. But the couch is still wet, and we are still very, very hungry. I think it’s time we showed you exactly what happens to property that doesn't keep up with its owners."
Sue climbed onto the couch, straddling my waist, her soft weight a welcome pressure against my hips. She looked at Sai, a silent communication passing between the telepath and the invisible woman.
"I think he needs to be used," Sue said firmly. "Indiscriminately."
"I couldn't agree more," Sai replied, her purple eyes flashing.
As they began to descend upon me, the metal of the cuffs cold against my wrists and the ruined velvet damp beneath my back, I realized that the beach had only been the prologue. In this house, under the watchful eye of the Pacific, the gold and the violet were truly in control, and I was exactly where I wanted to be—at their mercy.