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“Please,please, let me cum.” She whimpers, her ass pressing into me as she simultaneously tries to pull away.

I eventually allow it after a few near misses.

Matilda tenses in my arms, her body locking as she gushes liquid from her pussy all over my hand and the vibrator. I switch the device off and toss it to the side as she collapses against me. Relaxing my hold, Matilda scoots down my body and starts to rub her pussy against my upper dick.

“Fuck.” I swear, lifting her off of me. I am afraid my control will snap and I will rut into her right here.

“Darling, you are killing me.” I tell her, settling her onto the bench. “I need to take Ivy down and we have to look after her for a bit now, OK?”

She nods, her chest still heaving from her orgasm. She pulls me into a languid kiss before setting me free to retrieve her mate.

Ivy is slick with sweat, still panting, her deep brown eyes flicking between Matilda and I.

“You did so good for me, princess.” That earns me a dazed smile.

This was exactly what she needed. To be forced into taking her own pleasure. To not hold herself back from that, to have that ability taken away.

I start with her ankles, removing the cuffs and scraps of her tights. I massage each of her legs to soothe her muscles and get her blood flowing again. She is too worn out to even bring them together, instead just leaving her legs in place.

Doing the same for her waist and wrists, Ivy collapses onto me, unable to hold herself up.

“Shh,” I soothe her, lifting her into my arms properly and stroking her hair back from her face.

“Thank you,” she whispers in my ear, barely audible and definitely not something that Matilda can hear.

“Come on, darling.” I hold out a hand to Matilda and take them both to the bedroom we had passed earlier.

The bed sheets are still mussed from Ivy the night before, a silky black fabric. Clothes are strewn about the space, like she couldn’t decide what to wear. The room is doused in her scent and it permeates my soul.

I gently set Ivy in the bed and I can’t resist lifting Matilda and kissing her before popping her in the bed too.

They snuggle into each other's arms and Ivy starts to cry and apologize to Matilda.

Gathering up the strewn about clothes, I toss them in a laundry basket and go back through the apartment to the kitchen. Leaving them to their moment together.

Chapter 29

Matilda

“I’m so sorry,” Ivy sobs into my shoulder and it breaks my heart.

“It’s OK.” I soothe. Aspis has left the room and I am grateful for the privacy.

“No, I am sorry, though.” I stroke Ivy’s back as she continues. “We were friends and I should have trusted this.”

My eyes start to fill up with tears. Poor Ivy, she was bottling up so much. I can see now how the restraints and everything help her tofeel.

“All that matters is that we’re together now.” I tell her, holding her close.

I can hear the door creak behind me as Aspis comes into the room again. He cleans us up with washcloths and gives us water before joining us in the bed.

He curls up on Ivy’s other side, spooning her from behind as the end of his tail links around us both.

I would have hardly believed it this morning, that I am in bed with both of my mates now.

Ivy falls asleep quickly, letting out the cutest little snores.

I reach across her to hold onto Aspis’ arm, stroking him gently with my thumb. Neither of us speak, but we communicate well enough through our eyes. His bright green confirm that we are feeling the same way.

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