Page 153 of His Trick

He couldn’t get hard, so he fucked her pussy with his fingers, aggressively holding her mouth and biting her neck.

I let my knuckles brush the back of his neck, barely there. He shivered but didn’t pull away.

“Feel me behind you,” I whispered. “Always a breath away. Always the one holding the chains, baby boy. You’re not trapped. You’re bound because you want it. You chose this. You chose this cage with her. Say it.”

He didn’t speak at first. His breath came in ragged pulls, but he tilted his head back just enough to let the words slip out as I reached inside and gripped his dick.

“Bound…”

“Good boy,” I purred, the words vibrating against his ear as I stroked him again, pushing his cock to my sister’s entrance. “Again.”

“Bound…” Stronger this time despite the drugs I forced into his system.

Xanthy made a small sound, caught between a whimper and a sigh. I shifted my gaze to her.

“And you? Caught in this web of lies and denial. You chose this cage, too. You chose to be bound to a man who can’t love you.”

She swallowed, her eyes closed.

“Bound…” she whispered.

The word rolled through the cage like thunder, and for a heartbeat, the three of us were one.

I smiled. This was the part they couldn’t understand. The ritual wasn’t about flesh. It was about control becoming choice, choice becoming surrender.

They chose each other, and now they would surrender to the consequences.

“Good,” I murmured. “Now fuck her, Shiloh. Show me the control you hold onto so tight. Show me why you chose her over your true desires and needs.”

Shiloh looked back at me, then turned to watch as I shoved his thick cock into Xanthy’s vagina. They moved together, no longer fumbling, no longer fighting, where the motions began.

My voice filled the small space, describing what they were doing, telling them how to breathe, when to move, when to stop. Each word was a thread. Each thread wound tighter until they were a knot of obedience and heat.

“You’re a chain now,” I said softly. “Two links. And I’m the lock. Nothing exists outside this. Nothing matters but the next breath and the next command. And you like it. You want it. You need it. Say it.”

Shiloh’s breath hitched. “I need you…”

Xanthy whimpered, her mouth covered by Shiloh, her pussy filled to the brim and fucked so hard I could see where she tore.

I closed my eyes, inhaling the scent of sweat, fear, and arousal like incense.

“My Sunshine, even now you need me,” I said. “You chose her. You chose light, yet you’re begging for the dark. Why should I give you what you denied yourself?”

Xanthy’s eyes were bouncing around, filling with tears as Shiloh fucked her harder, his anger rising in his needy thrusts.

I couldn’t resist him. His need, that hunger, I craved it just as fucking much. I got into the cage, stripping down behind him, appearing like a ghost. They didn’t notice until I wrappedmy body around Shiloh’s back, and my dick plunged into his asshole.

He screamed.

The sound made my ears ring. The pulsing continued around my dick, and I could feel his thrusts as it forced me to fall into rhythm with his punishing movements.

“That’s right. Feel me fuck you. Take the pain you deserve. This was your choice, Shiloh. You wanted us both. Here we are. Feel that push and pull. Fucking cry for me while I own your asshole.”

He was bleeding.

There was no lube, and just like my sister, he too bled. It made a delicious warmth that coated my cock and drove me harder. The wet sticky warmth of the blood was otherworldly. I couldn’t stop. He had us both right now. Eventually, he had to choose.

The ritual stretched.