Page 46 of Corruption

Kiya and I both exchange a look before looking at Nadia and asking in unison, “For what?”

“Some training.”

“Training?” Kiya asks.

“Of course. If you’re going to be with us, you’re going to have to learn to control when you come,” Nadia explains.

“Control when I…”

I raise my eyebrow at Kiya, and her face flushes just as deliciously as it did when I coaxed her into saying the word “cunt” earlier.

Kiya doesn’t say the word though and instead gets around the word by saying softly, “That doesn’t seem like something I can exactly control…”

Her refusal to say cunt, come, cock, and probably clit are going to make for some fun punishment games in the future. Torturing Kiya until she’s so desperate to come, she'll practically make a song out of the words. It’ll be a new kind of game considering Nadia and I have never had a third that was so innocent and undisciplined in bed with us.

“Not without training, of course,” Nadia says. “Dinner tomorrow will be perfect. We can get you so worked up that not only will it make things entertaining, but make it look like you’ve become so smitten with Vaughn instead of still being virtually strangers.”

Kiya looks as me expectantly.

I should object. What Nadia is getting at is risky and, if Vaughn caught on, downright disrespectful and enough for him to have both of us killed.

But instead of doing what I should and shutting this idea down, I do what I’ve been doing since Kiya stepped into my home in a pair of panties. Things that I shouldn’t.

“She’s not wrong, but your reaction might attract some attention if you can’t control yourself.”

“My reaction to what?”

Nadia and I are the ones who exchange the look this time.

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Kiya

Ifall backwards onto my bed with a yelp as Alik shoves me back, pushes my dress up to my waist, spreads my legs, and pushes my panties aside. Nadia hands him some kind of silicone item. Something with a round bulbous end and what look like mini bunny ears curving on the other side.

“What’s that?” I ask.

“Our entertainment,” Nadia answers as Alik inserts the round bulbous end into my cunt.

I initially feel it as he pushes it in. But once it’s in and he’s straightened out my panties and dress, I can’t feel anything. When I stand up and squirm around some, still unable to feel it, I say as much to Nadia and Alik.

Alik smiles and kisses me before saying, “You’ll feel it eventually.”

That sounds like more than a promise. It sounds like a threat. But before I can say anything, we’re notified that Vaughn is waiting for us outside.

We don’t keep him waiting and immediately go outside where two cars are waiting for us. Alik and Nadia are led to one car while I’m led to another where Vaughn is. The only reason I’m not dreading it is that I know Isaak will be in the car with us.

He comes by in person when he can, but mostly we just text back and forth over a chat app that we both downloaded so his father can’t monitor our conversations. We talk about his online gaming friends that his father doesn’t know about. About how grueling his studies are. About the art I’ve been working on. Sometimes just stupid internet memes.

I can’t act like we’re too familiar when we get in the car, though. Otherwise, he might get in trouble with his father. So when I slide in the car next to him rather than sitting with Vaughn, I refrain from hugging him or saying anything except returning the obligatory greeting he gives me. When you’re dealing with people like Vaughn, like my mother, it’s important that they don’t know who your friends are. That you have people you can trust to go to. Otherwise, they’ll try to ruin it.

“Kiya,” Vaughn says.

“Vaughn,” I reply.

“I’m assuming I can expect you to play the part you’re supposed to play tonight,” he says.

We already hashed this out over the phone days ago, but it doesn’t hurt to make sure he understands the same as I do.

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