House Rules
Riley is still being fucked hard and relentlessly by that big black cock... when Alina turns back to you, perfectly composed.
"Obviously, outside of today, Riley goes back to her usual regime. No orgasms. So I'm afraid sex between the two of you is completely off the table." A small shrug. "Sorry about that."
She picks up her phone, taps something, waits.
"That said... I do recommend staying in touch with her. Having someone who understands your particular kind of frustration can be genuinely comforting. A shared experience."
Another tap.
"And I'm a woman of my word." She holds the phone up briefly, showing you the screen. "Censorship settings updated."
Riley and the man leave first. Alina unties you... and walks you to the door. You say nothing. There is nothing to say. You walk out into the hallway on legs that feel like they belong to someone else, lap still wet, mind completely empty.
You close the door behind you.
You stand in the hallway for a long moment.
Then you go do the dishes, because it's that time of day and Charlotte will notice if you don't.