Mallory POV
I kept them on their knees until their thighs started to shake.
The best friend’s bag was on the floor by the desk. I walked over, still naked, still dripping, and dug through it while they watched.
Rope thick and black, already coiled like he’d packed it on purpose. I pulled it free and turned back to them with a smile that felt sharp in my mouth.
“Wrists,” I said.
My step-dad hesitated. I held up the phone again. He put his hands behind his back. I tied him first, tight enough that the rope bit into his skin and left white lines.
Then the best friend. Same way. Same pressure. When I finished, both of them were hard, leaking, and completely at my mercy.
I climbed onto the bed and sat on my step-dad’s face.
“Tongue,” I ordered. “Deep. Don’t stop until I say.”
His mou
