Wednesday: Ashley's Introduction to Discipline

Ashley shivered as the cool air of the room kissed her bare skin, her body sensitive from the anticipation that had been building since she watched Maris take her own discipline the day before. The echoes of Maris’ moans and cries lingered in the space, merging with Ashley’s own racing thoughts as she lay stretched across the same table, wrists and ankles bound in the familiar restraints.

Maris had restrained her with soft, lingering touches, her fingers ghosting over Ashley’s bare skin as she guided her into position. She fastened the leather cuffs around Ashley’s wrists, securing them above her head so her breasts arched forward in offering, her piercings catching the light. With careful precision, she tightened the straps across Ashley’s stomach and just above her breasts, ensuring she was held firmly in place. Ashley shivered as Maris bent her legs, fastening her ankles to the table’s sides, leaving her spread open and vulnerable. The warmth of Maris’ hands lingered even as she stepped back, her gaze flicking briefly to her Dommes for approval before joining them at the side, watching as Ryan and Willa prepared for Ashley’s discipline.

Master Ryan and Mistress Willa stood on either side of her, their presence commanding and steady. Their hands moved over her body, tracing her skin, a stark contrast to the restraints that kept her immobile. It was a reminder of her surrender, of the trust she had placed in them.

“She looks exquisite like this,” Mistress Willa mused, fingers trailing over Ashley’s ribs, making her shudder. “So perfectly presented. So ready.”

Ashley let out a soft, needy breath, her mind already slipping into the heady space where pleasure and discipline intertwined. She wanted to be good for them, wanted to prove her submission as Maris had before her.

Ryan leaned in, his voice a low murmur against her ear. “You saw how Maris took her discipline. Now it’s your turn. We expect the same from you, little one. Before we begin, tell me your safeword.”

Ashley shivered, her body already aching to be touched, used, and pushed deeper into submission. “Yes, Master. My safeword is Crimson, Master,” she whispered.

Willa’s fingers found Ashley’s chin, tilting her head up until their eyes met. “Good pet,” she praised. “Crimson will stop everything. Even if you beg us to stop, only Crimson will tell us you’ve truly had enough. Now, tell me - do you remember why you’re here, Ashley?”

Ashley swallowed, her lips parting as the weight of the moment settled in her chest. “To learn… to be better for you. To surrender completely.”

A pleased smile curved Willa’s lips as she leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Ashley’s lips. “That’s right, my beautiful submissive.”

Master Ryan stepped back, his voice taking on a firmer edge. “Then let’s begin.”

Ryan slowly walked down the length of Ashley's restrained form, his fingers tracing delicate patterns over her hypersensitive skin. He lingered at her breasts, rolling her hardened nipples between his fingertips before dipping his head to capture one between his lips. He sucked gently, then bit down just enough to make her gasp, his tongue soothing the sharp sensation. As Ashley shivered beneath his touch, he reached into his back pocket, retrieving two gleaming clamps, the cool metal a stark contrast to the heat radiating from her body.

Ashley whimpered as Master Ryan’s mouth closed over her nipple, his tongue teasing the sensitive bud before he bit down just enough to force a small yelp through her clenched teeth. The sharp pleasure sent a shudder through her restrained body, her wrists tugging uselessly at the cuffs.

“Mmm, that feels good, Master. I love your mouth on me,” she breathed, arching slightly into his touch.

Ryan chuckled against her skin. “Do you, now? Let’s see if you like this.” With a final teasing tug of his lips, he withdrew, reaching for the waiting clamps. The cool metal closed over her nipple with a sharp snap, making her cry out as the pressure sent a pulse of sensation straight between her thighs.

“Oh… fuck,” she whispered, her breathing uneven.

Master Ryan moved to her other side, his breath hot against her already oversensitive skin. Ashley twisted instinctively, trying to avoid his mouth, but the restraints held her firmly in place.

“Please, Master,” she whimpered. “They’re so sensitive already.”

He smirked, flicking his tongue over the neglected peak. “Your point? This is a punishment, my slut. If we want you in clamps, you’ll wear them. Understood?”

“Yes, Master,” she gasped, her body trembling. “I’m sorry.”

Ryan’s lips wrapped around her nipple, his teeth grazing just enough to send another wave of sensation through her. As he pulled away, he blew cool air over the wet skin, watching with satisfaction as her body reacted involuntarily.

“OH - ” Ashley cried out, the second clamp snapping into place. She writhed against the restraints, her body struggling to process the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure.

Ryan moved up beside her head, his presence looming over her. He pressed his cock to her lips, his voice dark with command. “Open wide, slut.”

Ashley obeyed instantly, parting her lips as he slid the head of his cock into her waiting mouth. “Get me nice and hard so I can fuck your needy little cunt. That’s it - good girl. Use that talented tongue.”

She moaned around him, relishing the weight of him against her tongue, the taste of his arousal sending another rush of heat through her body. She strained forward, taking him deeper.

With a sharp tug to her clamps that made her gasp, Ryan pulled back, shifting down her body. He positioned himself between her spread thighs, his cock pressing against her slick entrance. Without hesitation, he thrust forward, burying himself inside her in one smooth motion.

Ashley’s back arched, her mouth falling open in a cry of pleasure. “Fuckkk… oh, fuck yes, Master - take my pussy,” she begged, lost to the overwhelming sensation of being filled completely.

Ryan continued his slow, deliberate thrusts, dragging pleasure through Ashley’s overstimulated body until she was whimpering, desperate for release. Each movement was a cruel tease, keeping her on edge but never pushing her over.

“Oh, now you beg for your orgasms, my pet?” Ryan murmured, his voice a rich, taunting drawl. “You didn’t before - what makes you think I’ll give you that pleasure now?”

Ashley gasped, her hands clenched into fists against her restraints, her hips shifting in a futile attempt to seek more.

Willa leaned in, claiming Ashley’s mouth in a deep, dominating kiss, her tongue sweeping inside, stealing her breath, her control. When she pulled back, her lips curled in a knowing smirk. “Darling, let’s be kind to our pet, won’t we?” she purred, glancing at Ryan. “If she loves to come so much that she forgets to ask, perhaps that’s exactly what she needs.”

Ashley let out a broken whimper, her mind hazy from the slow, torturous slide of Ryan’s cock, keeping her teetering on the brink but never allowing her to fall. Listening to them speak above her, as if she weren’t even there, was its own kind of exquisite torment. The meaning behind Willa’s words clicked into place just as Ryan hummed in approval.

“Such devious ideas, Willa… yet so generous,” he mused, dragging his lips along Ashley’s temple. His grip on her thighs tightened. “I agree. Ashley, your punishment will be exactly what you wanted - orgasms. As many as you can take. You don’t stop until we say so… even if you’re a sobbing, crying, cumming mess.”

“Nooo… no, no… please, Master… Mistress… I can’t… I can’t take any more,” Ashley begged, her voice cracking under the weight of both desperation and anticipation.

Willa chuckled, her fingers finding Ashley’s nipples, tweaking just below the clamps. Pain flared, sharp and electric, sinking deliciously into her pleasure-drowned senses. “We went over this, pet,” she murmured. 

“You lost control yesterday. Now, we’ll show you why you need it.”

She met Ryan’s gaze and gave a small nod.

The shift was instant. Ryan snapped his hips forward, his thrusts deep and punishing, driving Ashley up the table beneath her restraints. At the same time, Willa pressed a vibrator directly to her clit. The sudden, overwhelming intensity shattered the last of her composure.

“FUCK - please, I can’t possibly - mmm - ahhh, I’m going to come - ” Ashley’s scream ripped through the room as her body seized, the first orgasm slamming into her with brutal force. Held down and unable to escape the pleasure wracking her body, she could do nothing but shake and shiver beneath them.

Ryan never slowed.

“What do you say, little one, for the pleasure we give you?” he demanded, his voice rough, commanding.

Ashley sobbed through her pleasure, her body clenching helplessly around him. “Thank you, Masterrr - ahhh!” The words barely left her lips before another orgasm took her, the sharp ache in her nipples only heightening the sensation.

Ryan thrust into her one last time, burying himself deep as he came, his release spilling into her still-spasming cunt. He groaned, his fingers digging into her thighs as he felt her body greedily milking him for every drop.

“Good girl, nice tight hole for me to fill, yes,” he murmured, sliding out of her with deliberate slowness, his cock glistening. “You may think you can’t take it, Ashley, but your greedy little cunt tells me otherwise.”

To the side, Maris remained kneeling between Lexi and Selene, watching in silence as Ashley’s body was wrecked by pleasure.

Willa turned her gaze toward Lexi, a slow smile curving her lips. “Would you mind if we made use of your slut’s tongue? Our pet is quite messy now. She should taste the pleasure her greedy cunt brought her Master.”

Lexi exhaled a quiet laugh, her expression unreadable but deeply amused. “Of course, Mistress Willa. Our Maris loves to be useful… and she does have quite a talented tongue.”

Selene reached down, tangling her fingers in Maris’ hair, tilting her head back. “Be a good girl, Maris,” she murmured. “Go help your friend. Show her just how soft your tongue can be.”

Maris shifted to rise, but a firm hand on her shoulder stopped her. She glanced up at Lexi, whose lips curved into something between a smirk and a command.

“No,” Lexi said simply. “Crawl to her.”

Ashley listened through the haze of pleasure and exhaustion, the words cutting through the fog clouding her mind. The thought of Maris between her thighs again - her friend’s mouth where Ryan had just been - sent a fresh pulse of arousal through her overstimulated body. She whimpered at the inevitability of yet another orgasm, head rocking side to side, knowing Maris would draw it from her with practiced ease.

Maris obeyed, moving onto her hands and knees, her own arousal clear in the way her breathing quickened as she neared Ashley’s splayed-open body. The scent of sex was thick in the air, and when Maris finally reached her, she let out a quiet sigh.

“So beautiful,” she whispered, her breath hot against Ashley’s slick, swollen cunt before she dipped down for her first taste.

Ashley moaned at the first brush of Maris’ lips, her body jolting, oversensitive and raw. The sensation bordered on pain, but Maris knew exactly how to shift it, how to ease her back into pleasure, her hands spreading Ashley open to give her no escape.

With a shiver, Maris pressed her mouth to Ashley’s still-clenching entrance, licking deep, sucking, tasting everything Ryan had left inside her. A low, satisfied moan vibrated from Maris’ throat, sending a sharp spike of sensation through Ashley’s overstimulated body.

Ashley screamed, another sharp, rolling orgasm overtaking her, the pulsing of her pussy forcing out the last remnants of Ryan’s release into Maris’ waiting mouth.

Willa stepped behind Maris, her hand curling into her hair, tugging her back just as she took one final slow lick. “That’s it, good girl,” Willa praised. “Clean our pet up properly.”

Maris trembled at the praise, her own arousal evident in the way she lingered, lips still parted. Before she could lean back in, Willa’s grip tightened, pulling her away from Ashley’s soaked, used cunt.

Selene stepped forward, her fingers tangling with Willa’s in Maris’ hair, tilting her head up. “Does it taste good, slut?” she asked, her voice smooth, coaxing. “The arousal of your friend… and her Master?”

Ashley groaned beneath them, her body still twitching with aftershocks as their words sank in, low and filthy. The idea of her friend holding such an intimate part of her in her mouth sent fresh heat pooling in her core, despite her exhaustion.

Maris nodded, her gaze locking onto Ashley’s, both of them breathless, panting, their arousal palpable.

Willa smiled. “Then share it with her.”

At the command, Maris leaned down, capturing Ashley’s lips in a slow, deep kiss. Ashley gasped, her mouth opening instinctively, letting Maris push the warm, lingering taste of them both onto her tongue.

They moaned together, lips moving in a sensuous, desperate slide, their breath mingling, bodies still trembling.

“That’s enough, brat,” Lexi called from across the room.

Selene pulled Maris back, breaking the kiss. A thin trail of saliva and cum stretched between their lips before spilling down Ashley’s chin. Ashley swallowed what she could, her tongue darting out to catch the last traces of her own desire mixed with Ryan’s.

Ryan traced a slow, possessive hand down Ashley’s trembling thigh, his voice thick with authority. “What do you say, little one, to your generous friend for cleaning you up?”

Ashley forced herself to focus, her breath still ragged. “Thank you, Maris, for cleaning my dirty cunt so that it can continue to please my Master and Mistress,” she murmured, her voice carrying genuine reverence. This wasn’t just a line - Maris had become more than a friend through this experience, a bond forged in pleasure, trust, and submission.

Beside her, Willa let out a soft hum of approval. Slowly, deliberately, she began to lift the tight leather skirt up her thighs, revealing the garter belt attached to her stockings and the sheer black thong that barely concealed the slickness between her legs.

“Well, we can’t just have one of us finishing inside of you, now can we, pet?” Willa mused, a knowing smirk playing at her lips as she climbed onto the bench, positioning herself just above Ashley’s face.

Ashley’s tongue darted out to wet her lips, anticipation overriding her exhaustion. “Of course not, Mistress,” she whispered, looking up in desperate adoration. “You both own me and my pleasure. It’s only right that both of you fill me with your taste.”

Willa’s smile widened as she settled over Ashley’s face, lowering herself with controlled grace. Her petite frame made it easy to press her soft, drenched cunt against Ashley’s waiting tongue.

“You’ll lick me until I cream all over your face, slut,” Willa ordered, voice like silk, tinged with amusement. “And don’t get distracted… no matter what.”

The teasing lilt in her tone sent a fresh pulse of heat through Ashley, and she immediately obeyed, lapping eagerly at the delicious honey seeping from her Mistress. She moved slowly at first, savouring every inch of the soft folds, but as Willa’s arousal deepened, Ashley’s strokes became more precise, her tongue teasing and coaxing the swollen clit that throbbed against her lips.

“Mmm, yes, that’s it. Good girl,” Willa purred, grinding slightly against Ashley’s mouth. “Use that greedy tongue to make me cum on your face.”

Ashley was so lost in the taste, the warmth, the intoxicating scent of her Mistress, that she didn’t notice the subtle shift in the room.

Ryan had been speaking quietly with Lexi and Selene, coordinating the next part of Ashley’s discipline while her face remained buried in Willa’s cunt. When Lexi moved between Ashley’s spread thighs, it was swift and unexpected - her fingers snapped up, delivering a sharp slap directly to Ashley’s overstimulated, exposed clit.

“AH! HOLY… FUCK!” Ashley screamed, her entire body convulsing at the sudden sting that radiated outward like wildfire. She gasped for air, overwhelmed, her hips jerking involuntarily as her nerve endings crackled with a painful, electric pleasure. The unexpected contact to her overstimulated clit brought her right to the edge of another orgasm.

Above her, Willa gave a delighted chuckle, tightening her grip in Ashley’s hair. “No, don’t stop, my slut. Keep eating my cunt. Yes, just like that.”

The sharp slap to her clit, the sting of Mistress Willa’s degrading words, and the intoxicating scent and taste of her Mistress combined into a force too overwhelming to resist. Pleasure crashed through Ashley’s body in an unexpected, uncontrollable orgasm. The effort of cumming again left her trembling.

“Mmm… I… I—I'm cumminggg…” she moaned between ragged breaths, struggling to keep her tongue firmly against Willa’s pussy, desperate not to lose contact.

Ryan chuckled from just above her. “An orgasm without direct stimulation? My, my… Willa, our pet is such a desperate little slut for her release.”

Ashley whimpered, her body writhing between unbearable sensations—the bliss of Willa’s taste and the ruthless, unrelenting touch teasing her overstimulated flesh. Master Ryan’s words washed over her like a balm, grounding her in her submission.

“You’re our slut to use as we wish, Ashley,” Willa reminded her, grinding harder against her mouth. “Even as we force pleasure through your body, your focus is still on pleasing me and Master Ryan. Isn’t that right?”

Ashley gasped between greedy licks. “Yes, thank you, Mistress.”

Lexi smirked at Ashley’s trembling form, her fingers slipping effortlessly into Ashley’s slick, stretched cunt. “Look how good your slut is taking my fingers,” she mused, pumping them with ease. “I think she deserves a reward for being such a pliant little thing, don’t you agree, Willa?”

Willa moaned, her hips rolling in slow, sensuous waves against Ashley’s eager tongue. “Mmm, yes, I believe you’re right, Lexi. Perhaps Maris would enjoy assisting?”

Maris, who had been watching hungrily from the sidelines, nodded eagerly. “Please, Mistress. I’d love to.”

Lexi lifted a brow and pointed toward Ashley’s nipples. Maris understood immediately. She reached out, her touch featherlight as she teased the swollen buds, which were still throbbing from the cruel grip of the clamps.

At the same time, Lexi increased the speed of her fingers inside Ashley’s quivering cunt, curling them expertly against her g-spot. She added the slightest pressure to Ashley’s clit, making her shudder violently.

“Oh, yes… no… I don’t know, oh god, I’m so overwhelmed, please - ” Ashley’s voice was a broken stream of desperate, incoherent pleas, her mind unraveling as pleasure overtook her body once again.

Lexi gave an amused hum. “Cum again, slut. Cum for your Master and Mistress.”

Ashley gasped, a desperate sob escaping her lips. “No - please, please, I can’t - I can’t take anymore, Mistress, Master, please, it’s too much - ” Her voice broke into ragged, incoherent pleas, her mind unraveling beneath the overwhelming sensations. She writhed helplessly, her body caught between unbearable pleasure and the desperate need for reprieve.

Lexi chuckled, her tone amused but firm. “Oh, sweet thing, you don’t decide when it’s too much.” She pressed deeper, her fingers relentless. “Now, be a good slut and cum again for your Master and Mistress.”

Ashley screamed into Willa’s cunt as another devastating orgasm tore through her, her body convulsing, her muscles clenching so hard she thought she might shatter. Her vision blurred with white-hot pleasure, and she could barely muster the strength to sob, to beg - her world reduced to raw sensation and submission as she struggled to keep licking, keep pleasing, even as she was utterly wrecked.

“Yes, yes, yes… good girl,” Willa moaned, her own pleasure cresting. “Lap up my creamy cunt.”

Ashley’s world shrank to nothing but sensation - her lips wrapped around Willa’s clit, her body still spasming, her own pleasure melding with the taste of her Mistress’ release as Willa came hard against her tongue.

Willa rode out the waves of her orgasm, grinding against Ashley’s mouth until every last tremor passed. When she finally lifted herself off, Ashley gasped for air, her face damp with the evidence of her Mistress’ pleasure.

Ryan chuckled beside her, brushing his fingers over Ashley’s flushed cheek. “You think you’re done, little one? You’re still forming sentences. I think we can wring more pleasure out of you.”

Lexi and Maris were already moving before Ashley could even process his words. Lexi curled her fingers against Ashley’s g-spot, while Maris reached up and unclasped the nipple clamps in one swift motion.

The rush of blood back into Ashley’s abused nipples was instant, the sharp, aching pain making her arch off the table with a strangled cry - just as Lexi pressed down hard on her throbbing clit.

Ashley’s entire body seized, the orgasm that tore through her more powerful than any before. She couldn’t scream - she had no air left. A silent, wrecked moan left her lips as her vision blurred, her body shaking uncontrollably.

Lexi pulled her fingers free just as Ashley gushed, a beautiful spray of liquid soaking Lexi’s chest, her stomach, the table beneath them.

“Oh, fuck yes,” Lexi groaned, wiping some of the mess from her skin and bringing it to her lips, licking it off with a satisfied hum.

Ashley was too far gone in the haze of pleasure to feel embarrassment at the way her body responded. The squirting, the trembling, the overwhelming sensitivity - she could only whimper as the sensations rippled through her, settling deep in her clit, keeping her teetering on the edge of release without allowing her to tip over. The frustration of it made her eyes squeeze shut, her body straining for something just out of reach.

Ryan watched the war of emotions flicker across her face, his keen eyes taking in every microexpression. They hadn’t yet brought her to this kind of release in their sessions, but it made sense. Her body, so overwhelmed, had finally surrendered to pleasure in its rawest form. He knew exactly what she needed now, caught between the helpless pulsing of her squirting orgasm and the unfulfilled ache of her clitoral release.

Leaning in, his voice was a steady anchor. “Beautiful, my little one,” he murmured, his fingers tracing soothing circles over her trembling thighs. “Your body is perfect for us, giving us all of its pleasure as we command it.” His praise wrapped around her like silk, guiding her through the intensity of her submission. “We’ll take care of you, Ashley. Always. Trust us.”

Lexi and Selene had moved Maris to the side of the room, their roles shifting as it became clear that it was now up to Master Ryan and Mistress Willa to bring Ashley’s discipline to its conclusion.

Willa stepped forward, her touch featherlight as she pressed a kiss to Ashley’s lips, gentle yet possessive. “Such a wonderful submissive,” she praised, her voice rich with warmth. “Taking your discipline so beautifully for us.”

Through the thick fog of subspace, Ashley heard their voices - heard the reverence in them, the admiration, the undeniable pride. The words grounded her, pulling her back just enough to bask in them, to let their meaning settle into her bones. “Mistress… Master…” she whispered, breathless. “I’m sorry… I understand now. My body belongs to you. You control my pleasure, no matter whose hands or implements touch me.”

Ryan’s approval was instant, his voice commanding yet indulgent. “Say it again, little one. Whose body is this?”

Ashley’s eyes fluttered open, locking onto his. “Yours,” she whimpered. “Both of yours.”

Willa’s fingers grazed her raw, sensitive nipples, pinching lightly. “And these?” she asked, a teasing edge to her tone.

Ashley gasped, the sensation sending a fresh jolt of pleasure through her. “They belong to my Master and Mistress,” she answered, her voice stronger this time, reverence lacing every word.

“And this cunt?” Ryan’s voice was lower now, dark and possessive. His gaze held hers, an unspoken promise within it. “These soft pussy lips, this tight little hole we fuck and tease and claim?”

Ashley’s breath hitched, a fresh wave of arousal coursing through her. “Yours,” she moaned. “Yours, yours, please - it’s all yours. I am your slut, your toy, your body to command. I exist to serve you, to fulfill your desires, to honour the Conclave.” The realization unfurled within her like the final missing piece clicking into place. Her body was theirs. She was theirs. Tears welled in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks as the truth of it settled into her heart.

Ryan growled his approval, plunging into her slick, used cunt with a possessive thrust. “That’s right, little one,” he murmured, the words a promise, a claim. “We own your body. Your pleasure is ours to give and take.”

He set a punishing pace, each thrust sending shockwaves through her, making her breasts bounce, making her whimper and writhe in the restraints. Just as she began to unravel again, he withdrew, leaving her empty and gasping.

Then came the warm press of Willa’s thighs between her own, the blunt head of an incredibly thick dildo nudging at her entrance. “Take me, beautiful slut,” Willa ordered, her voice dripping with authority. “Let me stretch you open. I know you can take it - for me, for us.”

Ashley’s body trembled as Willa thrust in, the sheer girth of the toy forcing her walls to stretch around the relentless intrusion. “So thick,” she sobbed, her voice breaking. “I can’t… I - I - please - " She writhed, instinctively trying to escape the overwhelming stretch, but the restraints held her firmly in place, leaving her helpless to its deep, unforgiving plunge.

Before she could finish, Willa pulled out abruptly. The sudden emptiness left Ashley gasping, her body desperately seeking more. And then Ryan was there again, slamming back into her, filling her once more.

The change was too much, too intense - Ashley’s back arched, her restraints straining. “Let go, Ashley,” Ryan urged, his voice a dark command. “Give us your pleasure.”

Ashley’s cry shattered the room, raw and desperate. “OH… OH… YES… MASTER RYAN… I - I’M COMING FOR YOU!” Her body convulsed, her climax ripping through her with breathtaking force. She barely managed the last word before her voice broke into unintelligible sounds of pleasure.

Ryan pulled free, bringing his cock to her lips, his arousal thick with her slickness. Ashley, still trembling in the aftermath, instinctively opened her mouth, sucking him in without hesitation. His groan of approval sent another wave of warmth through her.

“That’s our girl,” he murmured, running his fingers through her damp hair. “Even overwhelmed, you know how to serve.”

Ashley’s heart swelled at the praise, and as Willa thrust into her one final time, her body surrendered again. “Look at you,” Willa purred, her own pleasure cresting. “You look so good taking everything we give you, beautiful slut.”

Ashley had no words left, no breath left to scream. She could only whimper around Ryan’s cock as Willa’s hips snapped against her, her own release washing over her.

With a final thrust, Ryan spilled over her lips, his pleasure marking her as Willa’s dildo, equipped with a warm ejaculator, filled her from the inside. Willa moaned as the stimulation pushed her into her own orgasm, her thighs trembling as she claimed Ashley one last time.

Willa pulled out and dragged her fingers through Ashley’s cunt, pulsing with the end of her climax. Scooping up the cum from her dildo, Willa brought her fingers to Ashley’s mouth. “Suck it down, lovely. Taste my cum mixed with your cunt’s cream.” Ashley’s lips eagerly closed around her fingers, sucking until they were clean, moaning as she completed this final task.

The room fell into silence, save for the sound of heavy breathing. Ashley lay boneless between them, small tremors still running through her limbs. She could barely process the warm arms gathering her up, moving her to the deep couch where this had all begun.

Maris, still kneeling, looked up at them hesitantly. “May I… may I help comfort her, please? If it wouldn’t be overstepping.”

Understanding flickered in Willa’s eyes. Ashley and Maris had grown close so quickly. Could it be something more? She didn’t voice the thought, not yet.

“Of course,” Willa allowed, her voice gentle. “Sit behind her. Hold her while we get water and chocolate.”

Maris moved without hesitation, settling behind Ashley and cradling her. The warmth of her body, the steady pressure of her embrace, was grounding. She whispered softly, her lips brushing against Ashley’s temple. “You’re safe. I’m holding you. Feel everything, let it out. We’re here for you.”

Ashley sighed, relaxing into her, her thoughts slowly clearing. The softness of Maris’ body pressed against her back, she could feel the hardness of her nipples, the slight arousal of her cunt, and her arms wrapped protectively around her waist. “The way you hold me…” Ashley murmured, nuzzling against her. “It brings me so much comfort.”

Ryan and Willa returned, their presence a steady weight in the room. Ryan cupped her cheek. “That was an intense session, little one. Your body responded beautifully, but you’ve been through a lot.”

Willa pressed chocolate to her lips, her tone soft but firm. “Eat, drink. Then we’d like you to stay with Maris tonight. Let her care for you.”

Ashley nodded, nibbling the chocolate, sipping the water. “Yes… I need that. Thank you.”

After more quiet murmurs and gentle reassurances, they helped her up. Ryan kissed her deeply, Willa following, their lips lingering with quiet devotion before they walked her to her rooms, Maris at her side.

“Sleep well, little one,” Ryan murmured, brushing a thumb over her cheek.

Ashley smiled softly. “Good night. Thank you… for everything.”

As the door closed behind her and Maris, she exhaled, letting herself be led inside. She was home.