Tina sat at her desk, staring at her monitors. One screen displayed her streaming software, untouched for days. The other showed a dozen tabs: videos to edit, messages from her community, thumbnails waiting for approval. She'd opened them all this morning with the intention of working, but she hadn't touched any of it.
Her phone sat beside her keyboard, the screen lit up with her messages app. Poki's name sat at the top of the conversation list, and the cursor in the text field blinked rhythmically, waiting.
Tina wore an oversized hoodie that hung loose on her frame, paired with simple cotton shorts. Her hair was tied back in a messy ponytail, a few strands falling across her face. She looked tired and felt restless. Three days had passed since she'd left the mansion after recording that podcast with Poki and Lily, and she'd spent every moment since thinking about nothing else.
She picked up her phone and unlocked it, reading the last message from Poki for what felt like the hundredth time.
"Thanks for coming over! Let's do it again sometime 💕"
Sometime. When was sometime? Her thumb hovered over the keyboard, and she started typing.
"Hey! Want to hang out this week?"
She read it, then deleted it.
"I've been thinking about you..."
Delete.
"Are you free?"
Delete. Tina groaned and set the phone down harder than she meant to. This was ridiculous. She'd been doing this for three days straight-typing messages, deleting them, never sending anything. She opened Instagram on her computer instead, scrolling through her own stories from the past few days and studying them like she might find some hidden answer.
The coffee shop photo. Yesterday. Location tagged, fifteen minutes from the mansion. The boutique selfie. The day before. Two blocks from the gates. The restaurant picture. First day. She'd driven twenty minutes out of her way for that shot. All of them deliberate. All of them are breadcrumbs. I'm here. I'm nearby. Notice me.
Poki had viewed each story within minutes. Tina had watched that little eye icon appear every time, her heart racing with hope. But there'd been no message, no text, no casual "omg you're so close! Wanna come over?"
Nothing.
Tina locked her phone and pushed it to the edge of her desk. She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. What am I doing? She knew exactly what she was doing. She'd spent three days orbiting that mansion like some desperate satellite, posting Instagram stories hoping for an invitation. Three days of sitting in cafés and parking lots, always within a few miles of that sprawling estate, always checking her phone, always waiting. It was pathetic. But she couldn't stop.
Because she couldn't stop thinking about what she'd seen there.
The way Poki, Rae, and Lily moved around Thomas-the ease, the happiness, the complete lack of shame. And the collars. Black leather with silver tags. Words she'd caught glimpses of. Fuckdoll. Cumdump. Worn openly, casually, like jewellery, as they belonged there. Tina's hand drifted unconsciously to her own neck. Bare skin. She imagined weight there. Leather. Her eyes moved to her other monitor, to the folder she'd opened too many times in the past three days. Saved clips. Streams. The one with Poki.
Tina bit her lip and clicked it. The video started playing-Poki sitting in her streaming chair, chatting casually to her audience, looking perfect as always. Smiling, laughing, and engaging with chat like nothing was happening. But something was happening. Tina had watched this clip enough times to notice every detail. The way Poki's breath would catch mid-sentence. The flush was creeping up her neck. Her thighs pressed together under the desk. The moment her eyes went unfocused for just a second, she forced herself back to the camera.
And then the moment she couldn't hold it anymore. Poki's hand is gripping the armrest. Her body tensed. That sharp intake of breath as she tried and failed to stay quiet. The way she bit her lip so hard it went white. Tina felt heat pooling in her stomach. She didn't understand why this affected her so much, why she kept coming back to it, why the thought of Poki being controlled like that, used like that, made something inside her ache with want. But it did. It had been doing it for three days straight. Tina closed the video before it finished. Her hand was already moving, slipping beneath the waistband of her shorts.
She thought about the mansion, about Poki wearing that collar, about the way Rae and Lily had looked at Thomas-that mix of devotion and desire and complete surrender. She wanted that.
She didn't know why, didn't fully understand it, but something about the dynamic she'd witnessed drew her in like nothing else ever had. The way they wanted him. The way he wanted them. The complete honesty of it. No pretence. No games. Just raw desire and control and belonging. Tina wanted to be wanted like that. Wanted to belong like that. Her fingers moved faster, her breathing quickening. She imagined wearing a collar, imagined kneeling, imagined Thomas looking at her the way he looked at them.
She came hard, biting her lip to stay quiet even though she was alone in her apartment. Afterwards, she sat there for a moment, catching her breath, her hand still between her legs, her heart pounding. What am I doing?
But she knew what she was doing. She grabbed her phone, unlocked it, and opened messages with Poki. This time, she didn't let herself overthink it. She typed quickly, before she could delete it again.
"Hey! I know this is random, but are you free today? Would love to hang out if you are 😊"
Her thumb hovered over the send button. This is so stupid. She's going to think I'm desperate. She's going to know I've been circling her house like a creep. She's going to. Tina pressed send before she could talk herself out of it. The message was sent with a soft whoosh. She stared at the screen. At the delivered checkmark beneath her message.
Nothing happened. No typing indicator. No immediate response. Tina set her phone down on the desk, face-up, and tried to look at her monitors. Tried to focus on something else. Anything else. She lasted maybe thirty seconds before picking it up again.
Still nothing. Still just "Delivered." Her heart was racing. Her hands felt clammy. What if she doesn't respond? What if she leaves me on read? What if she thinks this is weird? Tina locked her phone and set it down. Picked it up. Checked again.
Nothing.
She stood up from her chair, paced across her small apartment, and came back. Checked her phone.
Still nothing.
Across town, in the sprawling mansion that Tina had been circling for days, the morning was unfolding much differently.
Thomas lay in the centre of the king-sized bed, sheets pooled low around his hips. Morning light filtered through the curtains, casting the room in soft gold. Poki was curled against his left side, her head resting on his chest, dark hair spilling across his skin. Rae sprawled on his right, one leg draped over his, her arm stretched possessively across his stomach. Lily sat cross-legged near the foot of the bed, scrolling through her phone, occasionally glancing up to smile at the others.
All three girls were naked, comfortable in their skin and in this space. The sheets had been kicked to the side hours ago, tangled and forgotten. The room smelled faintly of sex and sleep, warm and familiar. Rae yawned, stretching lazily, her body arching in a way that drew Thomas's hand to her hip. He squeezed gently, and she hummed contentedly.
"We need to actually get up at some point," Poki murmured against his chest, though she made no move to leave.
"Why?" Lily asked, not looking up from her phone. "We have nowhere to be."
"That's the problem with you," Rae teased. "No ambition." Lily stuck her tongue out without lifting her eyes from the screen.
Thomas chuckled, his fingers tracing absent patterns along Poki's shoulder. "What are you looking at?"
"Instagram," Lily said. "Tina posted another story yesterday. She was at that coffee shop again. The one like fifteen minutes from here."
Poki lifted her head slightly, interest sparking in her eyes. "Again?"
Rae propped herself up on one elbow, smirking. "That's like the third time this week, right?"
"Fourth," Lily corrected. "She's definitely doing it on purpose."
Poki bit her lip, thoughtful. She glanced at Thomas. "I mentioned it to you before, Master. I think she wants to come back but doesn't know how to ask."
Thomas considered this, his hand moving to play with the collar around Poki's neck. The leather was warm from her skin, the tag reading Fuckdoll catching the light. "You think she's waiting for an invitation?"
"I know she is," Poki said softly. As if on cue, Poki's phone buzzed on the nightstand. She reached for it, unlocking the screen, and her eyes widened slightly. "It's her."
Rae sat up fully now, grinning. "No way. What'd she say?"
Poki read aloud: "Hey! I know this is random, but are you free today? Would love to hang out if you are." She looked at Thomas, waiting.
Thomas smiled, slow and warm. He tugged Poki closer, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Then invite her. Tell her she's welcome here."
Poki's face lit up. She started typing immediately, her thumb moving quickly across the screen.
Rae leaned over to read what she was writing. "You're not gonna make her wait a little?"
"Why would we?" Thomas asked, his tone genuinely curious.
Rae shrugged, grinning mischievously. "I don't know. Drama?"
"We're not playing games with her," Thomas said firmly. "If she wants to be here, she should know she's wanted."
Lily smiled, finally setting her phone down. "She's gonna be so nervous."
Poki finished typing and hit send. She set her phone down and looked at Thomas. "Done. I told her to come over whenever. No pressure."
Thomas nodded, satisfied. "Good."
Rae flopped back against the pillows, laughing softly. "This is gonna be fun."
Tina's phone buzzed.
She grabbed it instantly, her heart leaping when she saw Poki's name.
Poki: OMG, yes!! Come over! We're all just hanging out today. No plans, super chill. You're totally welcome anytime 💕
A smile broke across Tina's face. Relief and excitement flooded through her all at once. She said yes. Another message appeared.
Poki: Seriously, no pressure! But we'd love to see you. Just let me know when you're on your way 😊
Tina didn't hesitate. Her fingers flew across the keyboard.
"I can be there in like 30 minutes? Is that okay?"
The response came almost immediately.
Poki: Perfect! See you soon! 💕
Tina jumped off her bed, energy surging through her. She was going back to the mansion. Actually going back. She rushed to her closet, flinging the door open. Last time she'd worn her lavender tube top and denim shorts, cute and casual. But this time... this time she wanted something a little different. Something that showed she wanted to be there. Her eyes scanned the hangers before landing on a fitted white crop top with thin straps and a pair of high-waisted black shorts that hugged her curves. It was flirty without being over-the-top. Sexy but still casual.
She changed quickly, then moved to the mirror. The crop top showed just a hint of her stomach, and the shorts made her legs look good. She adjusted the top, making sure it sat right, then ran her fingers through her hair, letting it fall naturally around her shoulders. Good. She looked good. Tina grabbed her phone, keys, and bag, her hands still trembling slightly with excitement. Thirty minutes to get there. She wasn't going to waste a second.
The drive felt both endless and too short. By the time Tina pulled up to the mansion gates, her heart was hammering in her chest. She texted Poki that she'd arrived, and within seconds, the gates swung open. She drove up the long driveway, parking beside the other cars, and took a deep breath before stepping out. The front door opened before she even reached it.
Poki stood in the doorway, smiling warmly, and Tina's eyes immediately went to her neck. The collar. Black leather with a silver tag that caught the light. Fuckdoll. Poki wore it openly, casually, like it was the most natural thing in the world. She was dressed in a simple oversized t-shirt and shorts, barefoot, completely comfortable.
"Tina! You made it!" Poki stepped forward and pulled her into a hug.Tina hugged back, trying not to stare at the collar, trying to act normal even though her pulse was racing. "Come in, come in," Poki said, leading her inside. "Everyone's in the living room."
Tina followed, her eyes taking in the familiar space-the open floor plan, the massive windows, the cosy but luxurious furniture. And there, sprawled across the couch and chairs, were Rae, Lily, and Thomas. Rae waved lazily from her spot, wearing a tank top and leggings. Lily smiled from the floor where she sat cross-legged, also wearing a collar, Puppyslut-like, it was nothing. Thomas sat in the centre of the couch, relaxed, one arm stretched along the backrest. He looked up as Tina entered, his smile easy and welcoming. "Hey, Tina. Good to see you again."
"Hi," Tina managed, her voice a little shaky. "Thanks for having me."
"Of course," Thomas said. "We're just hanging out. Make yourself comfortable."
Poki gestured to an armchair. "Want something to drink? Water? Soda?"
"Water's good," Tina said, settling into the chair, her eyes darting between the collars, the easy intimacy, the way everyone seemed so at ease.
Poki disappeared into the kitchen, and Rae stretched, yawning.
"We were just talking about doing a hot tub stream later this week," Rae said casually. "Should be fun."
Tina blinked. "A hot tub stream?"
"Yeah," Lily chimed in, grinning. "Bikinis, chill vibes, maybe some drinking games. The chat always goes crazy for that kind of thing."
Poki returned with a glass of water, handing it to Tina before settling onto the couch next to Thomas.
"You should join," Poki said, her tone light but hopeful. "It'll be a good time."
Tina's mind spun. A stream. With all of them. In bikinis. "I... yeah, maybe," she said, trying to sound casual even though her heart was pounding.
Thomas's eyes met hers, and he smiled, warm, knowing, as he could see right through her. "No pressure," he said. "But you're welcome to be part of whatever we do here."
The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. Tina took a sip of water, her hands trembling slightly, and nodded. For a moment, the living room was quiet. Not uncomfortable, just peaceful. Rae was scrolling through her phone, Lily was tracing patterns on the arm of her chair, and Poki sat beside Thomas, leaning lightly against his shoulder.
Thomas glanced at Tina, his expression warm. "How's streaming been treating you lately?"
Tina set her glass down. "It's been good. Busy, but good. I've been trying to branch out a little, do some different content."
"That's smart," Thomas said. "Keeps things fresh."
Poki nodded. "You've always had such a good vibe on your streams. People love you."
Tina's cheeks warmed. "Thanks. That means a lot."
Lily looked up from her phone. "Do you ever get burned out? Like, from doing it so much?"
"Sometimes," Tina admitted. "It's hard to find balance, you know?"
Thomas nodded thoughtfully. "That's why we try to take time like this. Just decompress. No cameras, no pressure."
Rae stretched, yawning. "It's the best part of living here, honestly. Just hanging out without worrying about content all the time."
"Sounds nice," Tina said softly.
Thomas shifted on the couch, his gaze sweeping over the group. "You know what? We should watch a movie. All of us."
Poki's eyes lit up immediately. She looked at Thomas, almost like she was waiting for confirmation. "Really, Master?"
"Yeah," Thomas said easily. "It's been a while since we all just relaxed together."
Rae sat up straighter, her attention fully on Thomas now. "What should we watch?"
"Something easy," Thomas said. "Nothing that requires too much thinking."
Lily nodded quickly. "I'm good with whatever you want, Master." Thomas stood, and the three girls moved almost in sync-Poki rising immediately, Rae and Lily following close behind. There was a rhythm to it, a deference that Tina couldn't help but notice. They weren't just agreeing with him-they were attuned to him.
"Come on," Poki said, reaching for Tina's hand. "You're gonna love the theatre room."
Tina let herself be pulled to her feet, Poki's hand warm and soft in hers. Thomas led the way down the hallway, the girls following close, and Tina brought up the rear, her heart pounding. The theatre room was at the end of a long corridor. When Thomas pushed open the door, Tina's breath caught. The space was stunning, with plush recliners that looked more like oversized couches, a massive screen, soft ambient lighting, and thick carpet underfoot.
"Wow," Tina breathed.
"Right?" Poki said, squeezing her hand. "This room is amazing."
Thomas moved to the front, pulling up the movie selection on a tablet. "What are we feeling? Ghibli?"
"Yes, Master," Lily said immediately, already settling into one of the recliners.
"Howl's Moving Castle?" Rae suggested, glancing at Thomas for approval.
Thomas nodded. "Good choice."
The girls moved quickly, claiming seats. Rae and Lily flanked the centre recliner, clearly leaving it for Thomas. Poki tugged Tina toward another seat nearby.
"Sit with me," Poki said softly.
Tina sat down, and Poki curled in beside her, close enough that their thighs touched.
Thomas settled into the centre recliner, and the girls moved immediately. Rae climbed onto his lap without hesitation, straddling him, her hands resting on his shoulders. Lily pressed herself against his side, her head on his chest, one leg draped over his thigh. The lights dimmed, and the movie began.
Tina's eyes were glued to them. She couldn't help it. Rae shifted in Thomas's lap, grinding subtly, and his hands moved to her hips, gripping firmly. Lily's fingers traced patterns along his chest, and he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. It was so casual. So natural. Like this was just how they watched movies. Poki leaned into Tina, her warmth comforting. "Just relax," she whispered.
Tina tried to focus on the screen, but her attention kept pulling back.
About ten minutes in, Thomas's voice cut through the quiet, low and commanding. "Rae. Off."
Rae lifted off his lap immediately, standing beside the recliner, eyes on him, waiting.
"Strip," Thomas said simply.
Rae didn't hesitate. She pulled her tank top over her head, tossing it aside. Her bra followed, then her leggings, until she stood completely naked in the dim glow of the screen. She didn't look embarrassed. She looked proud. Tina's breath caught. Her heart pounded in her chest. Thomas gestured, and Rae climbed back onto his lap, bare skin against his clothes. His hands roamed over her body-her hips, her thighs, her breasts-and Rae melted into his touch, her head falling back.
"Lily," Thomas said, his tone calm but firm.
"Yes, Master?" Lily's voice was soft, eager.
"You too."
Lily sat up immediately, pulling off her shirt and shorts without a word. Her collar stayed on, the tag glinting in the light. She was naked within seconds, then pressed back against Thomas's side, her bare skin warm against him. Thomas's hand moved between Rae's legs, and she gasped softly, her body arching. Lily watched, her own hand drifting down her stomach.
"Not yet," Thomas said to Lily, his tone gentle but absolute. "Wait."
Lily's hand stopped immediately. "Yes, Master."
Tina couldn't look away. Her body felt hot, her pulse racing. Poki glanced over at her, a small smile tugging at her lips. She leaned closer, her voice playful but gentle. "You're staring pretty hard over there."
Tina's face burned. "I-sorry, I didn't mean to-"
"It's fine," Poki said, waving a hand dismissively. "They do this all the time. It's kind of just background noise at this point." She said it so casually, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
But then Poki's expression softened, and she squeezed Tina's hand. "Are you okay? I know it's a lot if you're not used to it."
Tina swallowed hard, her throat dry. "I'm... yeah. I'm okay."
Poki studied her for a moment, then smiled warmly. "Good. If it gets too weird, just let me know. We can step out, get some air. No pressure."
Tina nodded, grateful for the lifeline even if she had no intention of taking it. She couldn't leave. Not now. Not when she was finally seeing what she'd been craving for days. On screen, Howl's castle moved across the landscape. Beside her, Poki settled back, her fingers still laced with Tina's, offering quiet comfort in the midst of the chaos. Rae's breathing grew heavier, her movements more urgent as Thomas worked between her legs. His other hand gripped her hip, steadying her as she rocked against him. Lily pressed closer to his side, her lips finding his neck, kissing softly.
"Good girl," Thomas murmured to Rae, and she whimpered in response.
Tina's pulse hammered. She couldn't tear her eyes away.
Poki leaned in, her voice a teasing whisper. "You're really into this, aren't you?"
Tina's face went hot. "-I-I'm just-"
"It's okay," Poki said, grinning. "I get it. It's hot." She paused, then added more softly, "You're allowed to like it, you know."
Tina swallowed hard, her throat tight. She didn't know what to say.
Rae's body tensed, and she cried out softly, her hands gripping Thomas's shoulders as she came. He held her through it, murmuring something Tina couldn't hear, then guided her to shift slightly on his lap. Lily's hand wandered lower on Thomas's chest, and he caught her wrist gently.
"Patience," he said, his tone warm but commanding.
Lily nodded, her eyes fluttering. "Yes, Master."
Tina's breath came faster. Her thighs pressed together unconsciously.
Poki noticed. Of course she did. She leaned closer, her lips brushing Tina's ear. "You're squirming."
"I'm not-"
"You are," Poki said, her tone light but knowing. "It's cute."
Tina didn't know how to respond. Her body felt like it was on fire.
Thomas's voice cut through the theatre, calm and commanding. "Poki."
Poki's head turned immediately. "Yes, Master?"
"Come here." He gestured to the space around the recliner. "Tina can come too, if she wants."
Poki stood without hesitation, squeezing Tina's hand. "Come on," she whispered.
Tina's legs felt shaky as she stood. She followed Poki over, her pulse racing. Poki moved confidently to stand beside Thomas's recliner. Tina hung back slightly, standing at the edge, unsure where to put herself.
"Strip," Thomas said to Poki, his tone simple and direct.
Poki pulled her oversized shirt over her head, revealing she wasn't wearing a bra. Her shorts followed, and then she was naked, her collar catching the light. She didn't look embarrassed. She looked eager.
"Good girl," Thomas said, and Poki's face lit up.
Tina stood frozen, watching. Rae had shifted off Thomas's lap and was now kneeling beside the recliner, catching her breath. Lily remained pressed against his side, still naked, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his arm. Thomas gestured, and Poki moved closer, settling onto the arm of the recliner beside him. His hand moved to her thigh, fingers stroking her skin lazily. Poki leaned into his touch, sighing softly. Minutes passed. The movie continued to play, forgotten. Thomas's hands roamed over Poki's body, and she melted under his touch. Lily kissed his neck. Rae rested her head against his knee. Tina stood at the edge, her eyes drifting lower, and then she saw it.
Thomas's cock was out. Thick, hard, standing upright between his legs. It looked impossibly big, intimidating in a way that made her stomach flip. She couldn't stop staring. Couldn't tear her eyes away. Poki's hand wrapped around it lazily, stroking slowly while Thomas's fingers teased between her thighs. Lily pressed closer, her lips trailing along his jaw. The whole scene felt surreal, overwhelming. Tina's thighs pressed together, rubbing unconsciously. Heat pooled low in her belly. Her breathing quickened.
Then Thomas looked up at her, his gaze steady and warm. "Tina," he said quietly. "Do you want to sit on my lap?"
Tina's breath caught. Her eyes flicked down to his cock again-thick, hard, impossible to ignore-and then back up to his face. Her heart pounded so hard she thought everyone could hear it. She wanted to say yes. Wanted to move. But her body felt frozen. Her thighs rubbed together again, and she felt the slickness between her legs. She was so turned on it hurt.
"I..." Her voice came out shaky, barely a whisper.
Thomas waited, patient. His hand was still stroking Poki's thigh. His expression was calm, inviting, but not pushing. Tina swallowed hard. Her hands trembled at her sides. "Please," she whispered. The word escaped before she could stop it. Desperate. Needy.
Thomas's smile widened slightly, warm and knowing. "Come here, then," he said softly.
Tina's legs moved. She crossed the space between them, her pulse racing, her body trembling. Poki shifted to make room, and Thomas guided Tina onto his lap, her legs straddling him. She could feel his cock pressing against her through her shorts. Thick. Hard. Overwhelming. His hands settled on her hips, firm and steady, grounding her. "There you go," he murmured. "Just relax."
Tina couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. All she could feel was him beneath her, his hands on her body, and the heat radiating from the three naked girls surrounding them.
"You okay?" Thomas asked, his voice gentle.
Tina nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Yeah."
He smiled. "Good."
Tina sat frozen on his lap, her entire body buzzing with nervous energy. She could feel everything-the hardness of his cock pressing against her through the thin fabric of her shorts, the warmth of his hands on her hips, the way her own arousal had soaked through her underwear. She was terrified he could feel it. Terrified and thrilled all at once. Her heart wouldn't stop racing. She didn't know where to put her hands, so she kept them hovering awkwardly near his shoulders, not quite touching. Thomas's thumb traced a slow circle on her hip, and she shivered.
"Relax," he said softly, his voice low and soothing. "You're doing fine."
Tina nodded, trying to slow her breathing. Around them, the girls continued like this was the most natural thing in the world. Poki leaned against Thomas's side, her head resting on his shoulder, his fingers still stroking her thigh. Lily had moved to sit on the floor beside the recliner, her hand resting on Thomas's knee. Rae was curled up nearby, watching the screen lazily, her body still flushed from earlier.
The movie played on, but Tina couldn't focus on it. All she could focus on was the feeling of being on his lap, the way his hands moved-one staying on her hip, the other drifting to her thigh. His fingers traced light patterns along her bare skin, just above her knee. Feather-light touches that made her breath hitch. Tina bit her lip, trying to stay still, trying not to squirm. But every touch sent heat flooding through her. Her thighs clenched involuntarily, and she felt herself shift slightly on his lap, the pressure against her core making her gasp softly.
Thomas's hand on her hip steadied her. "Easy," he murmured.
She nodded again, her face burning. She was so turned on she could barely think straight. The slickness between her legs was impossible to ignore, and she was sure he could feel it through her shorts. His hand moved higher on her thigh, fingers sliding slowly along the soft skin just beneath the hem of her shorts. Not pushing, not demanding-just exploring. Tina's breathing quickened. Her hands finally found purchase on his shoulders, gripping lightly.
Beside them, Poki sighed softly as Thomas's other hand moved between her legs, fingers teasing. Poki's eyes fluttered closed, and she pressed closer to him, her breath coming in short bursts. Tina watched, mesmerised, as Thomas played with Poki so casually, so easily. His fingers moved with practised confidence, and Poki melted under his touch. Then his hand on Tina's thigh squeezed gently, pulling her attention back.
"You're shaking," he said quietly, his eyes meeting hers.
"I'm-" Tina's voice broke. "I'm just-"
"Nervous?" he offered, his tone kind. She nodded.
"That's okay," Thomas said. His thumb stroked along her inner thigh, and Tina's breath caught. "You're safe here."
Tina wanted to believe him. Wanted to relax into this moment. But her body was wound so tight, her need so overwhelming, she felt like she might combust. His hand moved higher, just barely brushing the edge of her shorts, and Tina's hips shifted involuntarily, grinding down against him.
Thomas's smile widened slightly. "Good girl."
The words sent a jolt through her. Her eyes widened, her breath coming faster. Lily looked up at them, a small smile on her lips. "She's so cute," she said softly.
Poki hummed in agreement, her eyes still closed as Thomas worked between her legs. "She really is."
Tina's face burned hotter. She didn't know whether to be embarrassed or thrilled that they were talking about her like this. Thomas's hand continued its slow exploration, fingers tracing the edge of her shorts, never quite crossing the line but keeping her on edge. His other hand stayed busy with Poki, who was starting to breathe harder, her body trembling. The movie continued. Time blurred. Tina sat on Thomas's lap, her body humming with anticipation, every nerve ending on fire, surrounded by naked girls and the scent of sex and the feeling of being wanted in a way she'd never experienced before.
And she never wanted it to end.
But eventually, the credits began to roll. The soft music filled the theatre, and the screen faded to black before the lights slowly brightened.
Thomas stretched slightly, his hands leaving Tina's body for the first time in what felt like hours. "Alright, girls. Get dressed."
Poki sighed contentedly, sliding off the arm of the recliner. Lily stood, stretching with a lazy smile. Rae grabbed her clothes from where they'd been discarded on the floor. They moved easily, casually, pulling on shirts and shorts like nothing had happened. Like they hadn't just spent the last hour naked and writhing under Thomas's hands. Tina didn't move. She stayed frozen on Thomas's lap, her thighs still straddling him, her hands still gripping his shoulders. Her body felt like it was made of static-buzzing, trembling, unable to process the idea of standing up and leaving this space.
She didn't want to move. Didn't want to lose the warmth of his body beneath hers, the feeling of his hands on her hips.
Poki glanced over as she pulled her shirt on, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. "Tina, you okay over there?"
Tina's face burned. She opened her mouth, but no words came out.
Lily giggled softly. "She doesn't want to get up."
"Can't blame her," Rae said, grinning. "She looks pretty comfortable."
Thomas tilted his head slightly, looking up at Tina with an amused expression. "You planning on standing up anytime soon?"
Tina's blush deepened, spreading down her neck and across her chest. Her hands trembled on his shoulders. She tried to speak, but her voice came out as a shaky whisper. "I-I just-"
She couldn't finish the sentence. Couldn't explain the mess of emotions swirling inside her. The nervousness. The arousal. The desperate need to stay exactly where she was.
Thomas's hands returned to her hips, steadying her. "Take your time," he said, his voice gentle.
But Tina could feel the girls watching her. Could feel their eyes on her flushed face, her shaking hands, the way her thighs were still clenched around Thomas's waist. She was a mess. Completely undone. Her breathing was uneven, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her whole body felt like it was on fire. The slickness between her legs had soaked through her underwear and shorts, and she was sure Thomas could feel it. The thought made her face burn even hotter.
"She's so red," Lily said, her tone teasing but affectionate.
Poki stepped closer, reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from Tina's face. "You're shaking," she said softly. "Are you okay?"
Tina nodded quickly, even though she wasn't sure if that was true. "Yeah. I'm fine."
"You don't look fine," Rae said, grinning. "You look like you're about to combust."
Tina wanted to disappear. Wanted to melt into the floor. But she still couldn't bring herself to move.
Thomas's thumb stroked along her hip, a soothing gesture. "It's okay," he said quietly, just for her. "No rush."
Tina's eyes met his, and she saw nothing but patience. No judgment. No pressure. She took a shaky breath, trying to steady herself.
"I just..." she started, her voice barely audible. "I don't want to move."
Thomas smiled, warm and understanding. "I know."
The girls exchanged glances, their teasing softening into something more tender.
"She's adorable," Lily said.
"She really is," Poki agreed, her hand still gently brushing Tina's hair.
Tina's face burned hotter, but this time, the embarrassment was mixed with something else. Something warm and safe. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she forced herself to move. Her legs were shaky as she climbed off Thomas's lap, and she had to steady herself against the arm of the recliner. She stood there, trembling, her face still flushed, her body still buzzing with unspent energy. Thomas stood as well, adjusting his clothes casually. He looked at her, his expression warm and approving.
"Good girl," he said softly.
The words hit Tina like a physical force. Her breath caught, and before she could stop herself, a small, breathy whimper escaped her lips. Her eyes went wide, her hand flying to her mouth in mortification. The girls' eyes lit up immediately.
"Oh my god," Rae said, grinning. "Did she just-"
"She did," Lily said, barely containing her laughter.
Poki's smile was softer, more knowing. "That was so cute."
Tina's face burned so hot she thought she might actually combust. She couldn't look at any of them. Couldn't speak. Could barely breathe. Thomas stepped closer, his hand coming up to gently tilt her chin so she had to meet his eyes.
"It's okay," he said, his voice low and reassuring. "You're doing just fine."
Tina's whole body trembled under his gaze. She nodded shakily, not trusting herself to speak. The girls gathered around her, their presence warm and comforting.
"Come on," Poki said, taking her hand. "Let's get you some water."
Tina let herself be guided out of the theatre room, her legs still shaky, her mind still spinning, her body still humming with the memory of Thomas's hands on her skin-and the echo of those two words that had undone her completely.