Jan lounged on the plush velvet chaise, her silk robe slipping off one shoulder as she sipped her martini. Across the room, Marcus, her love slave, knelt shirtless, his chiseled torso glistening under the soft glow of the chandelier. His eyes never left her, adoration and desire burning in his gaze.
“Invite him in,” Jan purred, her voice low and commanding.
Marcus rose gracefully and opened the door to reveal Jan’s husband, David, who stood awkwardly, holding a bottle of wine. His eyes widened as he took in the scene—Jan’s sultry posture, Marcus’s devotion, and the intoxicating energy in the room.
“David, darling,” Jan said, extending a hand. “Join us.”
David hesitated, but the allure was undeniable. He stepped inside, and Marcus closed the door behind him, locking it with a soft click.
Jan stood, letting her robe fall to the floor, revealing her lace lingerie. She approached David, her hips swaying, and took the wine from his hands. “Marcus has been such a good boy,” she whispered, her lips brushing David’s ear. “Would you like to see how he pleases me?”
David’s breath hitched as Marcus knelt before Jan, his hands caressing her thighs. Jan guided David’s hand to her breast, her other hand pulling Marcus’s head closer.
“Tonight,” she murmured, “you’ll both worship me.”
The room filled with whispered commands, heated breaths, and the sound of skin against skin. David and Marcus obeyed Jan’s every word, their hands and mouths exploring her body with reverence. She moaned as their tongues traced her curves, their lips meeting over her skin in a shared devotion to her pleasure.
By the time the night deepened, Jan lay between them, her body spent and her heart racing. She smiled, knowing she had both men exactly where she wanted them—enthralled, obedient, and utterly captivated.