Page 64 of Two Chambered Heart

The door to the bedroom opened, but the small flicker of hope that it was Kayden coming to her rescue was dashed to ashes by the lustrous laugh floating through the doorway. Jason and Payton walked into the room, Jason leading her in the same way he had with Corey.

Payton was still in that stupid black dress from her shift, but she’d taken the sheer tights off and she was all legs. Jason walked her to the foot of his bed and smirked at Corey over Payton’s shoulder.

Corey decided then that she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of protesting, of making any noise around the gag. He may have won the last battle, but she would win this one. She just looked back at him with indifference.

He grabbed a remote from beside his bed and changed the lighting to an ambient red colour.

“I hope you don’t mind. My little pet will be watching tonight.”

“I never mind an audience,” Payton said coyly.

Jason used another remote to turn music on low, an atmospheric soundscape of another Sleep Token album filtering through the speakers. It was extremely annoying that he was playing another of her favourite albums. Also extremely annoying that she and Jason had the exact same taste in music. She knew this because Jason was always putting music on. Whenever they were in the kitchen or the gym, he was in control of the speakers, and it was always music she was happy to listen to, mirroring the thousands of songs that had been preloaded on her phone.

The thought struck her hard, leaving her reeling. She had assumed it was Kayden, but could it have been Jason who had gotten her the phone and meticulously hand-selected every song she could ever want? Some of them were songs she didn’t even know, but had enjoyed discovering nonetheless. He had been the one to make a comment about her running shoes, and then new running shoes had appeared in her room the next day. She couldn’t reconcile that idea with everything she knew about the man.

Corey shook herself from her spiraling thoughts. Jason had stripped Payton bare. She had ornamental tattoos adorning her sternum and thighs. She was also perfectly manicured down there, not a hair in sight. Even Corey could admit the woman had amazing tits.

She flushed with discomfort as she noted Jason’s attention was also on Payton’s breasts. He caressed her attentively where they hung, and she preened under his touch. Corey refused to peel her eyes away. She would not fidget, and she would not give Jason any sign that this was bothering her as much as it was, because she knew that’s what he wanted. And she was far too stubborn to give him what he wanted.

Jason opened the leather trunk, pulling out more coils of rope.God, he has alot of rope.

Slowly, he tied one of the ropes around Payton’s neck, just as he’d done to Corey on the first day they’d met. But where he’d been rough with her, he was intentional with Payton. He looped the rope and brought it down her torso, tying a knot just at her sternum. Then he separated the two pieces, bringing them under the curve of her perfect breasts, tying another knot behind her back. The rope pressed her tits up, so they sat even more impressively on her chest. Jason turned Payton around and tied a few more elaborate knots, creating a criss-cross design down her back. He brought her hands together behind her, tying them off and then tying them to the rope secured to her torso, so she wouldn’t be able to move her arms.

Jason ran his fingers along her skin, tracing the rope and then tracing her spine. He went lower, tracing the divots above her ass before turning Payton to face him once again. She was smiling, and Corey hated that Jason was smiling back at her.

He teased her breasts and ran a thumb over her nipples, which hardened under his touch. The ethereal melodies and guitar riffs of the music only added to the sensuality of the moment. Jason walked her over to the side of the bed that was furthest from Corey and pushed Payton onto it. She laid back compliantly, her hands tied up beneath her body, her shoulders straining. With them on the other side of the bed, Corey had a perfect view of Jason from the corner she was stuck in. Jason didn’t look up at her, though. His focus was on the waitress laying on his bed.

“Butterfly for me, Payton,” he said, his voice audible above the haunting vocals of the music.

Payton brought the soles of her feet together, her knees falling open wide to either side of her body, spreading herself open before him. Corey was happy she didn’t have Jason’s view.

Jason took another coil of rope, and starting on her left leg, he wove it under her knees and around her thighs and shins, making knots as he went so that she wouldn’t be able to straighten her legs at all. Her eyes traced the veins in his thickly muscled forearms as his hands flexed while he worked.

When he finished, he moved to the other side, coordinating the same patterns. Payton was entirely tied open for him, unable to move out of the position even if she wanted to. With the excess trail from the ropes around her legs, Jason tied her knees to her elbows. The soles of her feet separated as he tightened each side, so that she was spread even wider, her heels digging into her ass cheeks as she lay there, open for him. Corey wanted to look away, but she wouldn’t. The scene unfolding before her was captivating.

She was stunned at how Jason had manipulated the rope, like he was an artist with a paintbrush. Fluid movements had turned it into a complex web around the woman on his bed, a tortoiseshell pattern across her legs and torso. It was an incredible aesthetic, just as much as it was obviously sexual.

Finally, Jason looked up at her, their eyes catching. His smile sharpened and her breath hitched. She tried to keep her face neutral, even with the rope shoved in her mouth. He was still fully dressed while he had two women tied up in his room. The worst part was, he had been mostly an asshole to both of them, and yet he was reaping the rewards of his good looks.

Jason let his hands roam across Payton’s skin. If she could see that he wasn’t looking at her, she clearly didn’t care. More likely, she wasn’t willing to say anything about it. He teased her until she was writhing under him, and Corey could feel the ghost of his touches across her own skin, which had begun to feel too tight.

His fingers ran up Payton’s entrance, over and over, distributing her wetness. And then he was fucking her with his fingers, the lewd noises combining with the intricate musical arrangements of the song that was playing.

Heat was pooling in Corey’s core, watching his fingers while he watched her. She was burning up. Her own wetness soaked the lace of her panties.

Payton’s moans drowned out the guitar riffs, and Corey tried to ignore the sound, fixating on Jason’s darkened eyes. She could feel the heat in her cheeks, and she forced herself not to squirm.

Jason’s thumb found Payton’s clit as he continued the hard pace of his fingers. It wasn’t long before she was screaming his name, her body shaking in the restraints.

The jealousy was like battery acid in her mouth, unbidden and unwanted, but there nonetheless. She had no claim to him, no right to the rage that was now coursing through her veins while she watched him make another woman come in front of her. She realized with a sickening twist in her gut that Payton’s orgasm had only turned her on more.

She needed friction like she needed air. She needed Jason to go to her, to forget about the waitress on his bed and touchher, and she pushed those thoughts to the forefront of her mind as if she could make him hear them. But he only held her gaze as he removed his fingers from Payton’s cunt and stuck them in her mouth.

Payton sucked on his fingers, and he finally looked down at her.

Pulling his fingers from her lips, Jason unbuckled his belt. With a flick of his wrist, the whole thing came out from the belt loops, and he dropped it on the floor. He stripped his pants and boxers off, his shirt coming off next.

His cock was standing rigid against the thick planes of his abs, and Jason took it in one hand, giving himself a few tugs. He was just as big as Kayden.

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