What He Saw Pt. 03: Broken In

Eli woke with a stiff neck and aching knees, the carpet rough against his bare skin. His body protested as he shifted, muscles sore and sluggish, the dull throb of last night's humiliations woven deep into his bones. Above him, the sheets rustled--soft laughter, sleepy sighs. He blinked blearily up toward the bed.

Melissa and Ava were tangled together beneath the covers, bare limbs entwined, soft skin glowing in the pale morning light. Melissa's cheek rested against Ava's shoulder, her lips parted in sleep. Ava's hand was curled possessively around Melissa's waist, holding her close.

For a moment, Eli just watched them. A hollow ache pulsed deep in his chest.

He felt broken. He felt whole. He felt lost. He felt found.

He rose carefully to his hands and knees, joints cracking, head bowed low. His cock hung limp and spent between his thighs--still leaking a little shame from the night before. Without thinking, without deciding, Eli padded silently into the kitchen.

He didn't need to be told. He knew what was expected of him now. The movements were automatic--mechanical, practiced--the rituals of service already sinking into his marrow.

He made breakfast. Eggs, lightly scrambled the way Melissa liked. Toast, crisp and buttery. Coffee, strong and black for Ava, sweet and creamy for Melissa.

He plated everything carefully. Arranged the tray neatly. Carried it back to the bedroom with slow, reverent steps. His knees ached with every movement, but he welcomed the pain. It felt right. It felt deserved.

When he entered, the women stirred sleepily, blinking against the morning light. Melissa sat up first, her hair wild around her face, her body bare and radiant. Her eyes lit up when she saw the tray. "Thank you, baby," she murmured sweetly, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to Eli's cheek.

He flushed with pride--a small, pathetic thing--and set the tray down on the bed.

Ava stretched lazily beside Melissa, her breasts spilling invitingly from beneath the sheets. She smirked and patted Eli's ass casually as he passed. "Good boy," she said, almost kindly.

Eli's cheeks burned hotter, but he nodded, lowering his head in silent acceptance. It didn't feel like teasing anymore. It felt like his place. Their place for him.

And he was grateful for it.

Breakfast was casual -- but it was different. Eli sat cross-legged on the floor at the foot of the bed, naked and obedient, while the women lounged comfortably against the pillows, sipping their coffee and picking at their food.

Conversation flowed easily between them -- soft laughter, affectionate teasing, lazy touches beneath the sheets. It flowed around Eli, not through him.

He wasn't included. He wasn't excluded. He was simply... there. A fixture. A pet.

Sometimes Melissa would flick a crumb toward him absently, and Eli would crawl forward to pick it up from the floor without hesitation.

Sometimes Ava would nudge him with her foot -- a silent command to refill her coffee cup -- and he would scramble to obey. Neither woman said thank you. Neither needed to. Eli didn't want gratitude. He only wanted to serve. He only wanted to be near them. He only wanted to belong.

When Melissa finished her plate, she set it aside and looked down at Eli thoughtfully. Her smile was soft -- indulgent, almost maternal. "You've been so good," she murmured, tracing the rim of her empty coffee mug with one finger.

Ava grinned wickedly beside her, stretching like a cat. "I think he's earned a reward," she agreed, her voice syrup-sweet and mocking.

Eli's stomach twisted.

Excitement.

Terror.

Desperation.

He lowered his gaze to the floor, breathing shallowly. Ava crooked a finger at him lazily. "Come here, pet," she ordered. Her voice was soft -- almost affectionate -- but brooked no disobedience.

Eli crawled forward immediately, heart hammering, his half-hard cock swinging pathetically between his thighs.

Melissa giggled and scooted back on the bed, parting her thighs lazily, the sheets falling away to reveal the soft, pink wetness between them.

Ava patted the mattress between her and Melissa. "Kiss her," she ordered sweetly. "Show her how grateful you are."

Eli clambered onto the bed, careful not to disturb the tray, and pressed reverent kisses to Melissa's thighs. Her skin was warm, soft, scented faintly of sweat and sex and sleep.

Melissa shivered, biting her lip, threading her fingers lightly through Eli's hair. "More," she whispered.

Eli obeyed eagerly, kissing higher, licking gentle trails along her inner thighs, finally nuzzling between her folds. Melissa moaned softly, hips shifting, thighs parting wider.

Eli licked carefully, lovingly, trying to remember everything she liked -- the patterns, the pressure, the places that used to make her sob his name. He kissed and sucked and licked, desperate to please. Desperate to earn. Desperate to still be useful to her somehow.

Above him, Melissa whimpered softly -- sweet, encouraging sounds -- but Eli could feel the difference.

The tension wasn't there.

The desperation.

The hunger.

Her moans were soft, polite.

Not desperate.

Not wild.

Not real.

Eli kissed Melissa's inner thighs with trembling reverence, savoring every soft whimper that slipped from her lips. He moved slowly -- carefully -- pressing his mouth against the tender skin of her inner thigh, then lower, then lower still. Melissa's scent filled his lungs -- sweet, musky, addictive. Her thighs parted wider in silent invitation. He licked a slow, deliberate line along her folds, tasting her arousal, feeling her shiver beneath him.

"That's it, baby," Melissa murmured, voice thick with sleepy warmth.

Ava chuckled from her lazy sprawl against the pillows, sipping her coffee with a smirk.

"Look at you," she teased softly."Such a devoted little thing."

Eli flushed hot but didn't stop.

He kissed and sucked and lapped at Melissa's pussy with desperate devotion --

his hands gentle on her thighs, his mouth working feverishly, his heart hammering against his ribs.

Melissa sighed, threading her fingers through his hair loosely. Her body responded to his touch -- hips lifting, thighs trembling -- but there was a difference.

A distance.

Her moans were sweet but muted.

Pleasure was there -- but not the frantic, helpless need he remembered once coaxing from her. Still, Eli worked harder. He nuzzled into her heat, licking her more firmly, teasing the little bud of her clit with careful, trembling strokes of his tongue.

Melissa gasped, hips rocking gently against his face. "Good boy," she breathed, stroking his hair lovingly.

Ava laughed under her breath, stretching lazily. "You're working so hard for her," she murmured, almost admiringly. "You really do love being her little pet, don't you?"

Eli whimpered softly against Melissa's folds but didn't answer. He couldn't. Not with his mouth full of the only thing that mattered anymore.

He let himself sink into the task completely -- serving her, loving her, worshiping her body with every desperate flick of his tongue. Melissa's thighs tensed around his head. Her breathing quickened. Eli's cock throbbed uselessly against his thigh. He ached to be inside her. Ached to be useful again -- to prove he still had a place beyond kneeling at her feet.

When Melissa tugged lightly on his hair, he pulled back, face wet, eyes wide and adoring. Melissa smiled down at him -- soft, fond, indulgent. "You've been such a good boy," she murmured. Eli's heart stuttered painfully. Anything. He would do anything.

Melissa glanced at Ava, who only lifted a brow and shrugged -- amused. Then Melissa crooked a finger at Eli, beckoning him up. "Come here, baby," she said sweetly. "You can fuck Mommy for a little while."

Eli's hands shook as he crawled up the bed, lining himself up eagerly. Melissa's thighs parted, welcoming him. Eli guided himself forward -- and slid inside her with a gasp.

She was warm.

Wet.

Perfect.

The feeling -- the gift of being inside her again -- was overwhelming. He clutched at her hips, desperate to savor it. He thrust slowly at first -- careful, shallow strokes -- trying to stay in control, trying to last.

Melissa moaned softly, fingers stroking down his back. "That's it, baby," she whispered encouragingly. "Nice and slow."

But it was too much. The heat of her body, the softness, the slick slide of her around him -- the knowledge that it wasn't truly his anymore -- that he was being allowed to borrow her for a moment, out of kindness --

It broke him.

His hips stuttered.

His stomach tightened.

With a low, strangled groan, Eli spilled inside her -- too soon, too fast, trembling with the force of it. Melissa's body went still beneath him. Ava's laughter rang out behind him -- rich and bright and merciless. "Seriously?" she giggled."Didn't even last a minute."

Eli pressed his face into Melissa's neck, panting. His body was still, rigid with shame.

Melissa's hand stroked his back gently -- soothing, almost motherly. "It's okay, baby," she whispered sweetly. "You tried."

Ava snorted from the bed. "Tried," she repeated, amused.

Eli clung to Melissa's warmth, jaw tight, breathing shallow. He didn't cry. He didn't beg. He just stayed there -- silent, aching, humiliated -- feeling her soft body under him, feeling the way she comforted him without needing him. Feeling the distance growing wider.

Melissa kissed his temple lightly -- tender, affectionate -- then gently nudged him back. "Lie down, sweetheart," she murmured.

Eli obeyed immediately, rolling onto his back, arms loose at his sides, cock twitching uselessly against his thigh. Ava watched him, smiling lazily. She shifted to the side of the bed, stretching her arms overhead.

"Poor little thing," she said softly, mockingly. "So sweet. So eager. So... inadequate."

Melissa didn't disagree. She just smiled down at Eli -- fond, affectionate --

like a woman petting her favorite puppy after a long day.

Ava leaned over to ruffle Eli's hair playfully. "But don't worry, pet," she teased. "You'll still have your role." Eli flushed deeper, jaw clenching. He would take whatever they gave him. He would be grateful for it. Even this. Especially this.

Melissa's body was warm and soft against the sheets, her chest rising and falling gently as she recovered. Eli stayed where he was -- flat on his back, arms loose at his sides -- his spent cock twitching pathetically against his thigh. Shame prickled under his skin, but he stayed perfectly still, obedient. Waiting.

Above him, Ava stretched like a satisfied cat, arms high overhead, her breasts lifting beautifully with the movement. She looked down at Eli and smiled -- a lazy, syrupy-sweet smile full of amused condescension.

"Poor thing," she murmured, almost affectionate. "Worked so hard... and still left Mommy wanting."

Melissa chuckled under her breath, tilting her head to nuzzle Ava's shoulder. "I guess he can't help it," she said softly, her voice full of fond resignation.

Eli swallowed hard. He wanted to sink into the floor. He wanted to beg for another chance, to prove himself. But he didn't move. He didn't speak. He stayed exactly where he was -- pliant, obedient, aching.

Ava rose from the bed with a slow, predatory grace. She crossed the room without hurry, her bare hips swaying, and crouched to rummage through her overnight bag. When she straightened, she was holding the black harness -- and the thick, gleaming strap-on that made Eli's stomach twist into knots.

He watched in silent dread as she stepped into the harness, pulling the straps tight around her hips with casual, practiced hands. The thick shaft bobbed obscenely between her thighs, longer, thicker, more intimidating than Eli could ever dream of matching.

Ava turned back toward the bed, her eyes glittering with amusement as she caught the involuntary twitch of Eli's spent cock. "Still eager?" she teased, voice dripping mockery.

Without waiting for a response, she crooked her finger at him. "Get it ready, pet." Her voice left no room for disobedience.

Eli rose shakily onto his knees and crawled toward her, his skin burning with humiliation and desperate need. He knelt at Ava's feet, trembling, staring up at the thick silicone shaft swaying inches from his face.

Ava gripped his hair firmly -- not painfully, but with absolute control -- and guided his mouth forward. "Open," she purred.

He obeyed immediately, lips parting, cheeks flaming with shame. The thick tip pressed against his mouth, slick and heavy, demanding. And Eli welcomed it -- because it was his place. Because this, at least, he could still be good for.

Ava's fingers tightened in Eli's hair, holding him steady as she pressed the thick tip of the strap-on against his lips. She didn't force it in all at once -- she made him work for it, letting him feel the weight, the implied threat, the command beneath her casual patience.

"Come on, pet," she murmured, voice low and teasing. "You know how this works."

Eli whimpered softly and leaned forward, wrapping his lips around the tip, suckling obediently. His cheeks burned with humiliation, but he focused on the task -- running his tongue along the smooth silicone, wetting it carefully, reverently, as if he were worshipping something holy.

Ava smiled lazily down at him, rocking her hips forward in slow, shallow thrusts. The strap-on slid deeper with each movement, pushing past Eli's lips, grazing his tongue. He gagged softly, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, but he didn't pull away.

He took it.

He swallowed his pride and let Ava fuck his mouth, setting the rhythm with little tugs of his hair.

Melissa watched from the bed, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed. One hand slid lazily between her own thighs, stroking herself in slow, distracted circles as she watched her husband serve another woman so obediently.

"Such a good boy," Ava crooned mockingly, sliding the strap-on a little deeper. "You were made for this, weren't you? Made to kneel. Made to serve. Made to suck cock like it's the only thing you're good for."

Eli whimpered again around the thick shaft, his body trembling with shame and arousal. His cock -- still sensitive, still spent -- gave a pathetic twitch against his thigh.

Ava chuckled low in her throat and thrust a little harder, making Eli gag audibly.

"Aw, look at that," she teased sweetly. "You're drooling all over yourself."

She wasn't wrong.

Spit leaked from the corners of Eli's mouth, dripping down his chin, slicking the strap-on even further. He didn't even try to wipe it away. He just sucked harder, trying to please her, trying to make her proud. Trying to make himself useful again.

After a few more lazy thrusts, Ava pulled back, the wet strap-on sliding free with a soft, obscene pop. Eli gasped for air, panting, his chin glistening with spit.

Ava wiped a thumb across his slick, reddened lips, smirking fondly. "Good enough," she said lightly, as if grading a barely-passing student. She looked over at Melissa, who was watching with heavy-lidded eyes, her fingers still moving between her thighs.

"Ready for the real thing, baby?" Ava asked, voice thick with promise.

Melissa whimpered and nodded eagerly, her body arching toward the bed's center.

Ava chuckled and turned back to Eli. "Sit back and watch, pet," she said sweetly.

"You've had your turn. Now it's time for Mommy to be taken care of properly."

Eli obeyed instantly, kneeling at the foot of the bed, hands resting on his thighs, his heart hammering painfully against his ribs. He watched as Ava climbed onto the bed between Melissa's parted thighs -- confident, powerful, utterly in control.

And he stayed silent. He stayed still.

Because that was his place now.

To watch. To serve. To accept.

Ava moved with lazy, predatory grace as she climbed onto the bed between Melissa's open thighs. The thick strap-on bobbed obscenely between her hips, already gleaming from Eli's spit.

Melissa spread herself eagerly, her legs trembling with anticipation.

She looked radiant -- her flushed cheeks, her mussed hair, the glistening heat between her thighs -- an offering laid bare.

Ava paused between her legs, one hand sliding possessively up Melissa's thigh, fingertips tracing teasing circles closer and closer to the slick center.

"So needy already," Ava murmured, smiling down at her. "You didn't even need my cock yet to get like this, did you?"

Melissa whimpered, her hips lifting off the bed, wordless with need. Behind them, Eli knelt silently on the floor, watching -- his cock already stirring painfully again despite how utterly spent he was. His hands trembled on his thighs, his throat tight, his whole body buzzing with helpless anticipation. He needed permission. He needed to be told what to do. He needed to be part of this -- even if only to serve.

Ava caught the desperate gleam in his eyes and smirked. "Not yet, pet," she said sweetly, voice full of cruel affection.

Eli dropped his gaze immediately, cheeks burning, chest heaving.

Melissa whimpered again, her hips rocking gently. "Please," she whispered -- soft, raw, desperate.

Ava chuckled low in her throat and finally, finally pressed the thick tip of the strap-on against Melissa's slick folds. Melissa gasped sharply, her hands clutching at the sheets.

Ava didn't thrust in yet.

She teased her -- slow, shallow movements -- sliding just the tip against her entrance, circling, pressing, pulling back. Melissa writhed under her, legs trembling.

Eli watched, frozen, every nerve ending stretched tight. He could smell Melissa's arousal from where he knelt -- musky, sweet, overwhelming.

Ava leaned down, bracing herself over Melissa with one arm, the other guiding the thick shaft teasingly along her slick heat. "You're going to take it so good, baby," Ava murmured against her ear. "You're going to show our little pet what a real orgasm looks like."

Melissa whimpered brokenly, her hands reaching up blindly, clutching at Ava's shoulders. Ava laughed softly -- delighted, victorious -- and finally, finally pushed forward.

The thick strap-on sank inside Melissa in one smooth, brutal thrust. Melissa screamed -- a raw, wrecked sound -- her back arching clean off the bed.

Eli whimpered helplessly, his cock jerking uselessly at the sight.

Ava groaned lowly, grinding her hips against Melissa's, burying the full length inside her. "Fuck, look at her," Ava breathed, glancing back at Eli over her shoulder. "Look at how good she takes it."

Ava began to move -- slow at first, grinding deep, letting Melissa feel every thick inch. Melissa sobbed under her, clutching Ava's arms, her legs falling open wider, helplessly inviting more.

Each thrust made the bed creak softly.

Each wet slap of skin on skin made Eli's body jolt with raw, ruined arousal.

He watched as Ava set a relentless rhythm -- driving into Melissa again and again, harder, faster, making her gasp and wail. Melissa's moans grew louder, needier, more frantic. She tossed her head back against the pillows, her breasts bouncing with every savage thrust, her fingers clawing at the sheets.

Ava smiled wickedly, never faltering, her pace brutal and merciless.

Eli whimpered under his breath, shifting on his knees. His cock was painfully hard again, throbbing helplessly in the air. His hands twitched at his sides -- aching to touch himself, to relieve the pressure, to do something -- but he didn't dare without permission.

Ava must have seen it. She glanced down at him, her hips never stopping, the strap-on plunging deep into Melissa's soaked body with every thrust. "You want to touch that useless little cock, pet?" she panted, a cruel smile curling her lips.

Eli whimpered and nodded frantically, his entire body trembling.

Ava laughed breathlessly and gave a particularly vicious thrust, making Melissa cry out beneath her. "Go ahead," Ava said sweetly, almost laughing. "Touch yourself. But don't you dare look away."

Eli moaned in relief and wrapped a shaking hand around his cock, stroking desperately as he watched Melissa get fucked senseless. His hand moved fast -- too fast -- pathetic and frantic against the thick tension of the room.

Every sound was magnified: Melissa's sobbing gasps, the wet, obscene slap of Ava's hips against hers, the creak of the bed, the wet squelch of Melissa's cunt swallowing the thick strap-on again and again.

Eli's breathing grew ragged, his hips jerking into his fist without rhythm.

He couldn't slow down.

He couldn't hold back.

The sight of his beautiful wife -- flushed, wrecked, lost in pleasure -- fucked so hard, so deeply, so perfectly -- was too much.

Ava caught the wild look in his eyes and grinned wickedly. "Don't you dare cum before she does," she mocked, slamming harder into Melissa's shuddering body.

Melissa screamed again -- a high, broken sound -- her hands flailing for purchase against the bed.

Eli whimpered helplessly, fighting the tightening knot in his stomach.

But it was too late.

It was far, far too late.

With a broken, wrecked gasp, Eli spilled into his hand. Pathetic spurts of cum dribbled through his fingers, coating his knuckles, dripping onto the floor between his knees.

He barely managed to muffle the weak whine that escaped his throat. His shoulders trembled violently, every muscle in his body clenching and twitching from the force of it.

And still -- Ava didn't slow. Still -- Melissa sobbed and gasped beneath her, desperate and wild, chasing the real orgasm Eli could never give her.

Ava looked down at him with amused contempt, grinding her hips brutally into Melissa's writhing body. "Couldn't even wait," Ava panted, smirking. "Pathetic."

Eli whimpered softly, his hand still sticky with his shame, cock twitching feebly in the aftermath of his useless release.

He didn't dare stop watching. Didn't dare wipe himself off. Didn't dare move a muscle. He stayed kneeling, trembling, leaking, his ruined cock softening in his lap, as he watched Ava continue to destroy his wife in a way he never could.

Melissa cried out again -- a high, broken sob -- and her thighs spasmed violently around Ava's hips.

"That's it," Ava growled lowly, her voice thick with exertion and triumph. "Take it, baby. Take everything."

Melissa's back arched off the bed, her body thrashing helplessly.

Eli's vision blurred with the force of it -- with the sheer intensity of seeing her like that, seeing her body surrender so completely, so wildly, so beautifully to someone else.

Melissa sobbed once more -- raw and wrecked -- and then she shattered.

Her whole body convulsed around Ava's strap-on, muscles locking, toes curling, fingernails raking shallow welts into the bedsheets. Her orgasm ripped through her in violent, helpless waves -- loud, brutal, unstoppable.

Ava fucked her through it without mercy, dragging every last twitch, every last sob, every last broken moan from Melissa's trembling, limp form.

Only when Melissa collapsed against the bed -- gasping, shivering, her body utterly spent -- did Ava finally slow.

She pulled out carefully, the slick strap-on glistening with Melissa's release, and tossed the harness aside with casual dismissal.

She leaned over, kissed Melissa's sweaty forehead tenderly, and smiled down at Eli -- still kneeling, still sticky, still humiliated at the foot of the bed.

"See, pet?" Ava murmured sweetly. "That's what real satisfaction looks like."

Eli dropped his gaze to the floor, swallowing hard against the thick knot of shame in his throat.

He didn't argue.

He didn't protest.

He simply nodded -- small, trembling, obedient.

Because she was right.

And he was grateful just to be allowed to witness it.

The room was thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and satisfaction.

Melissa lay sprawled across the bed, her body limp, her skin glowing with a thin sheen of sweat. Her chest rose and fell in shallow, wrecked breaths, her thighs still trembling, slick and parted wantonly.

Ava hovered above her for a moment, brushing Melissa's hair back from her flushed face, smiling down at her with a strange, fierce tenderness.

Eli remained kneeling at the foot of the bed, his hands sticky in his lap, his cock soft and spent but somehow still twitching weakly at the sight of them together.

He didn't move.

He didn't dare.

Ava sat back slowly, graceful and predatory, the muscles in her thighs flexing beneath her smooth skin. Even relaxed, her body radiated strength -- lean, lithe, powerful. She looked every bit the conqueror, a goddess astride her conquered prize.

Her eyes found Eli's, and her mouth curled into a wicked smile.

"Well?" she said lightly, cocking an eyebrow. "Aren't you forgetting something, pet?"

Eli's stomach twisted painfully.

He knew what she meant.

Of course he knew.

He lowered his gaze respectfully, his throat tight, his body burning with shame and gratitude in equal measure.

"Thank you, Mistress," he whispered hoarsely, voice barely carrying.

Ava chuckled under her breath. "Not good enough," she said, her voice laced with cruel affection."Tell me exactly what you're thanking me for."

Eli swallowed hard, forcing the words out through a throat gone dry.

"Thank you... for taking care of her," he said, trembling. "Thank you for giving her what I can't. Thank you for letting me watch. Thank you for letting me serve."

There was a long pause.

Eli kept his head bowed, muscles locked tight with tension, waiting for judgment.

Finally, Ava reached out with her foot and nudged his chest lightly -- not unkindly, more like a playful pat.

"Good boy," she said warmly. "At least you're useful for something."

Melissa giggled softly from where she lay sprawled across the bed, her hand flopping lazily to the side to brush Ava's thigh. "He's always been good at saying thank you," she murmured, a dreamy, wrecked smile on her lips.

Ava laughed, low and delighted. "Maybe we should give him another show," she said.

She rose fluidly from the bed, her lithe body moving with effortless grace. Her muscles rippled under smooth, lightly freckled skin as she bent to retrieve the discarded harness.

The thick strap-on swung heavily from her hand, already gleaming again with fresh slickness.

She looked down at Eli with a wicked grin.

"Stay right there, pet," she purred. "You don't want to miss round two."

Eli whimpered softly -- not in protest, but in desperate, grateful anticipation.

He knelt obediently, hands resting on his thighs, cock twitching pathetically, eyes locked on the scene unfolding before him. And when Ava stepped back into the harness, her movements fluid and sure, muscles flexing beautifully under taut skin, he felt his mouth go dry with awe and humiliation.

She was beautiful.

She was terrifying.

She was everything he could never be.

And she was about to wreck his wife all over again.

Ava tightened the straps of the harness with sharp, efficient movements, her lithe body gleaming under the soft bedroom light. Her muscles tensed and flexed as she adjusted the thick strap-on at her hips, her face a mask of focused, lazy amusement.

On the bed, Melissa whimpered softly -- a needy, broken sound -- her hips rocking weakly, her thighs still parted in silent invitation.

Ava climbed onto the bed with slow, deliberate movements, each step showcasing the smooth, predatory power in her body. She knelt between Melissa's open legs, one hand sliding up her trembling thigh, the other guiding the slick shaft to her entrance.

"Ready for more, baby?" Ava murmured, voice dark and coaxing. Melissa's only answer was a desperate, breathless whimper.

Ava chuckled low in her throat -- not unkind, but dominant, certain. And without any further teasing, she thrust forward -- hard, deep, relentless. Melissa screamed -- a high, broken sob that filled the room.

Her back arched violently off the bed, her hands clawing at the sheets, her thighs spasming around Ava's hips. Ava grunted softly, grinding in to the hilt, then pulling back and slamming forward again -- brutal, merciless, overwhelming.

Her muscles rippled with every savage thrust -- biceps flexing, thighs tensing, sweat beading along her spine.

She fucked Melissa like she owned her.

Like she was remaking her body with every thrust.

And Melissa surrendered completely -- sobbing, gasping, clawing, her body jerking helplessly beneath Ava's relentless assault.

At the foot of the bed, Eli watched -- kneeling, trembling, pathetic.

His cock was hard again, absurdly, painfully.

His hand moved to it instinctively, but he hesitated -- remembering the rules.

Ava's eyes flicked down to him, even as she kept driving into Melissa's writhing body.

The room echoed with the obscene sounds of Melissa's cries, the wet slap of Ava's hips pounding against her, the desperate slick squelch of Melissa's body yielding again and again. Melissa sobbed openly now -- raw, wordless sounds -- her body utterly beyond control.

"That's it, baby," Ava growled, fucking her even harder, the bed shaking with the force of it. "Take it. Take it all. Show him what it's supposed to look like."

Melissa screamed again, her thighs locking tight around Ava's waist, her nails digging shallow, trembling scratches into Ava's slick back.

Ava didn't slow.

She didn't ease up. Still -- Melissa writhed and sobbed under her, desperate for more, desperate for something Eli could never, ever give her.

Melissa's cries grew sharper, rawer -- no longer even words, just wild, desperate sounds torn from her throat.

Her body bucked under Ava's relentless thrusts, her back arching, her hands grasping at anything -- the sheets, Ava's arms, the air -- anything to anchor herself against the overwhelming pleasure ripping through her.

Ava leaned over her, bracing on one hand, her other gripping Melissa's hip hard enough to leave bruises.

Her lithe, toned body gleamed with sweat, muscles flexing beautifully with every savage movement.

Eli watched from the floor -- spent, trembling, sticky -- helpless to do anything but witness the destruction of his wife's body under Ava's skilled, merciless touch.

"Come for me, baby," Ava growled lowly, her voice a rough purr. "Let him see how it's supposed to look. Let him hear you."

Melissa sobbed helplessly -- and then she shattered. Her entire body seized violently around the thick strap-on, thighs clamping around Ava's hips, head thrown back in a silent scream.

Her orgasm tore through her like a storm, her muscles locking, then shuddering uncontrollably.

Her juices gushed wetly around the strap-on, slicking Ava's thighs, soaking the sheets.

Ava kept thrusting through it -- slower now, more grinding than pounding -- dragging out every last spasm, every last broken, beautiful whimper from Melissa's wrecked throat.

Melissa clutched at her desperately, riding out the aftershocks, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, her whole body trembling violently.

Only when Melissa collapsed completely -- boneless, gasping, utterly spent -- did Ava finally slow and pull out carefully, the thick shaft glistening with slick and sweat.

Ava dropped the harness carelessly to the floor and gathered Melissa into her arms, stroking her sweat-damp hair, murmuring soft, soothing nonsense against her forehead.

Eli stayed kneeling, sticky and ruined, staring up at them with aching, hollow devotion.

His cock hung uselessly between his legs, leaking the last pathetic dribbles of his second ruined orgasm onto the floor.

He didn't move.

He didn't speak.

He simply knelt there -- hands on his thighs, eyes downcast, body aching with exhaustion and shame and helpless love.

Ava caught his eye over Melissa's trembling body and smiled -- lazy, satisfied, cruelly fond.

"You did good, pet," she said softly.

"You stayed right where you belong."

Melissa stirred weakly in her arms, pressing a lazy kiss against Ava's collarbone. "Such a good boy," she whispered, her voice wrecked but affectionate.

Eli's chest ached painfully at the words -- at the kindness, the distance, the finality in them. He bowed his head lower, breathing shallowly, accepting it all.

The bedroom was quiet now, filled only with the soft sounds of breathing.

Melissa lay nestled against Ava's side, her body completely spent, her face tucked into the curve of Ava's neck. Her hair was damp with sweat, her skin still flushed and glowing.

Ava's fingers traced lazy circles along Melissa's spine, soothing, affectionate, possessive.

At the foot of the bed, Eli remained kneeling -- his thighs aching, his cock soft and sticky against his own skin, the cold of his spent arousal beginning to settle.

He stayed motionless, head bowed, hands resting obediently on his thighs.

He knew better than to speak.

Ava's voice broke the silence first -- low, lazy, teasing.

"You did good, pet," she murmured, looking down at him with a satisfied smirk.

"But watching you... it really got me thinking."

Melissa stirred slightly, lifting her head to blink blearily at Ava.

A sleepy smile tugged at her lips.

"Oh?" she asked, voice hoarse but playful.

Ava chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to Melissa's forehead.

"Mmhmm," she said, her tone syrupy-sweet. "Watching him try so hard... knowing how much he wants to please you... It just makes me wonder if maybe, someday..."

She let the thought hang in the air, her eyes glittering with wicked amusement.

Melissa giggled softly, nuzzling closer. "If maybe what?" she asked coyly.

Ava shrugged one shoulder, casual, dangerous.

"If maybe it's time you got a little... more," she said. "A little extra attention.

From someone who could really stretch you out."

Eli's stomach twisted painfully.

He felt it -- that sharp, aching pang of humiliation and longing -- deep in his chest, deeper than shame.

Melissa laughed again, burying her face against Ava's neck.

"You're terrible," she whispered -- but she didn't deny it.

Not once.