Emily and Mark’s marriage, now in its ninth year, had settled into a comfortable but predictable routine. Emily, a stunning woman of 32, had long, wavy blonde hair that cascaded past her shoulders, framing her heart-shaped face with its delicate features—high cheekbones, full lips, and striking blue eyes that sparkled with a mix of innocence and mischief. Her slender yet curvaceous figure, with ample breasts, a narrow waist, and toned legs, turned heads wherever she went, and Mark often caught himself marveling at her beauty. Lately, though, he sensed a restlessness in her, a subtle yearning he couldn’t quite place. Eager to reignite their spark, he stumbled upon a recommendation for Leo, a male masseuse renowned for his “unforgettable” in-home sessions. The idea of another man’s hands on Emily stirred a curious thrill in Mark—a mix of pride, arousal, and a darker, unspoken curiosity. He booked Leo for a private massage in their spacious living room, envisioning a sensual evening where Emily would be pampered while he watched, basking in her pleasure.
Leo arrived at 7 PM, his presence instantly commanding the room. Tall and muscular, with dark hair, piercing green eyes, and a chiseled jaw, he exuded confidence, his deep voice laced with charm. He set up his massage table, the air filling with the scent of jasmine and sandalwood oils. Emily emerged from the bedroom, clad in a silk robe that clung to her curves, her blonde hair loose, her cheeks flushed with nervous excitement. Mark sat on a plush armchair nearby, a glass of red wine in hand, his heart racing with anticipation. Leo’s gaze lingered on Emily, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Ready to be spoiled, Emily?” he asked, his voice smooth and teasing. “I promise you’ll never forget this.” Emily blushed, glancing at Mark, who nodded encouragingly. “Go for it, babe,” he said, his voice warm but tinged with a nervous edge. Leo’s charisma was already shifting the room’s dynamic, and Mark felt a flicker of unease beneath his excitement.
Leo instructed Emily to disrobe and lie face-down on the table, covering herself with a thin, soft sheet. She hesitated, her fingers lingering on the robe’s tie, but Mark’s reassuring smile gave her courage. She slipped off the robe, revealing her nude form—her full breasts, smooth skin, and the gentle curve of her hips—before quickly settling under the sheet, her heart pounding. Leo’s hands were warm and skilled, kneading her shoulders with a rhythm that made her sigh almost instantly. Mark watched, captivated by the sight of his wife’s body relaxing under another man’s touch, a mix of pride and curiosity stirring within him. “Wow, Mark, you didn’t tell me your wife was this tense,” Leo teased, his fingers gliding down Emily’s spine, eliciting a soft moan. “She’s practically begging for this. Aren’t you, Emily?” Emily giggled, her face buried in the table’s headrest. “Maybe a little,” she mumbled, her voice muffled but playful. Mark chuckled, but there was a slight edge to his laugh. Leo’s tone was bold, almost too familiar, but he brushed it off, sipping his wine.
As the massage progressed, Leo’s hands worked Emily’s lower back, then her thighs, the sheet slipping slightly to reveal more of her flawless skin. “You’ve got a gorgeous wife, Mark,” Leo said, his voice dripping with charm. “Bet she’s loving every second of this. Aren’t you, sweetheart?” Emily’s breath hitched, and she nodded, her body visibly relaxing but also tensing in a different way, a flush spreading across her pale skin. Mark shifted in his seat, a flicker of unease mixing with his arousal. Leo’s confidence was disarming, and the room felt charged with an unspoken tension. Then, Leo’s demeanor shifted subtly. “You know, Mark,” he said, his hands pausing on Emily’s calves, “sometimes a massage needs a little… extra flair to really hit the spot. Mind if I try something different?” Mark, caught off guard but intrigued, nodded. “Sure, go for it. Whatever makes her happy.” Leo grinned, a mischievous edge to his smile. “Oh, it’ll make her very happy.” He reached into his bag and pulled out a set of soft, velvety ropes. “Ever tried a little restraint, Emily? It heightens the senses. Makes every touch electric.”
Emily’s blue eyes widened, but she giggled, looking at Mark for approval. Mark, his curiosity piqued and his wine loosening his inhibitions, shrugged. “Sounds fun. Right, babe?” Before Emily could fully respond, Leo moved swiftly, looping the ropes around her wrists and ankles, securing them to the corners of the table. The sheet slipped off entirely, leaving Emily completely exposed, her nude body stretched taut—her full breasts heaving slightly, her flat stomach quivering, and her smooth thighs parted just enough to hint at her vulnerability. She gasped, a mix of surprise and nervous excitement in her voice. “Leo, what—?” “Shh, just relax,” Leo purred, his fingers brushing her side lightly, making her squirm. “You’re going to love this.” Mark’s heart pounded, his mouth dry. “Uh, Leo, what’s the plan here?” he asked, his voice wavering. Leo turned to Mark, his grin widening. “Oh, Mark, you’re gonna love watching this. But you’re a bit too… mobile for my taste.” Before Mark could react, Leo stepped over, his movements quick and practiced, and looped another set of ropes around Mark’s wrists, tying him to the armrests of the armchair. Mark tugged at the restraints, his eyes wide. “Hey, what the hell—?” “Relax, buddy,” Leo said, his tone mockingly soothing. “You wanted to see your wife enjoy herself, right? Well, you’re about to get the show of your life.”
Leo returned to Emily, his fingers hovering over her exposed ribs. “You ready, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice low and teasing. Without waiting for an answer, he began to tickle her sides, his fingers dancing lightly but relentlessly over her smooth skin. Emily burst into laughter, her body writhing against the ropes. “Oh my God, no—hahaha—stop!” she squealed, her voice a mix of delight and desperation. Her nude form twisted, her breasts bouncing slightly, her blonde hair splaying across the table as she tried to escape his touch, but the restraints held her firmly in place. “Stop? Oh, Emily, we’re just getting started,” Leo taunted, his fingers skittering up to her underarms, then down to her hips. “Oh, you are very ticklish, aren’t you? Look at you, squirming like a little tickle toy. Bet Mark’s never seen you this helpless, has he?” Emily’s laughter was uncontrollable, her blue eyes glistening with tears of mirth, her cheeks flushed a deep pink. “Please—hahaha—I can’t—!” she gasped, her body trembling. Leo’s fingers explored every ticklish spot—her ribs, her stomach, the soles of her feet—his verbal teasing relentless. “My, my, Emily, you’re just a giggling mess, aren’t you? So sensitive, so ticklish. I could do this all night, and you’d just keep laughing for me, wouldn’t you?”
Mark’s face flushed, a mix of shock, arousal, and helplessness washing over him. He tugged at his ropes, but they wouldn’t budge. “Leo, ease up, man,” he said, his voice strained. “Ease up?” Leo laughed, his fingers now targeting Emily’s inner thighs, making her shriek with laughter. “She’s loving this, Mark. Look at her—listen to her. She’s practically singing for me. Oh, you’re so ticklish here, aren’t you, Emily? These thighs are just begging for my fingers.” He leaned close to her ear, his voice a sultry whisper loud enough for Mark to hear. “You’re such a naughty little thing, aren’t you? Bet you’ve never laughed this hard for him.” Emily’s laughter began to mix with moans, her body arching against the ropes, her nipples hardening from the overstimulation. Mark’s jaw clenched, his arousal warring with his frustration. The sight of Emily’s vulnerable, writhing body and the raw pleasure in her voice stirred something deep within him, but Leo’s taunts cut like a knife, amplifying his sense of powerlessness.
Just when Mark thought the scene couldn’t escalate further, the front door opened, and another man stepped into the room. He was slightly shorter than Leo but equally imposing, with sandy blond hair, a lean build, and a wicked grin. “This must be the party,” he said, his voice carrying a playful menace. Leo glanced back, unfazed. “Mark, Emily, meet Jake, my… associate. I thought Emily deserved a little extra attention tonight.” Emily’s laughter faltered into a gasp, her wide eyes darting between Leo and Jake. “What—? No, wait—!” she stammered, but Jake was already at her side, his fingers poised over her exposed stomach. “Oh, Leo, you weren’t kidding,” Jake said, his eyes raking over Emily’s nude form. “She’s a ticklish little dream, isn’t she? Let’s see how much she can take.” Before Emily could protest, Jake’s fingers joined Leo’s, tickling her ribs while Leo focused on her underarms. The dual assault sent Emily into a frenzy, her laughter escalating to a near-hysterical pitch. “No—hahaha—please—stop—!” she screamed, her body thrashing wildly, her blonde hair whipping across her face, her breasts heaving with each desperate gasp.
“Oh, you are so ticklish, aren’t you, Emily?” Jake teased, his fingers skittering across her stomach, circling her navel. “Look at you, losing your mind already. We’re gonna drive you absolutely insane, sweetheart.” Leo chuckled, his fingers dancing along her sides. “She’s loving every second of this, Jake. Aren’t you, Emily? Just a ticklish little toy for us to play with. Bet Mark’s never made you scream like this.” Mark’s heart pounded, his breath ragged as he watched his wife’s torment intensify. Emily’s laughter was a chaotic symphony, her body trembling uncontrollably, her skin flushed a deep red. The two men worked in tandem, their fingers relentless—Leo targeting her hips and thighs, Jake focusing on her ribs and underarms. “Oh, Emily, you’re just too ticklish for your own good,” Leo taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. “Every little touch makes you squeal. How does it feel, knowing we’ve got you completely at our mercy?”
The tickling grew more deliberate, Leo’s fingers trailing up to Emily’s breasts, lightly brushing her hardened nipples. She gasped, her laughter mixing with a moan as the sensation sent a jolt through her. “Oh, look at these sensitive little nipples,” Leo teased, his fingers circling them, flicking gently. “So ticklish, aren’t you? Bet you’re going crazy right now.” Jake grinned, his hands sliding down to her inner thighs, dangerously close to her most sensitive area. “She’s practically begging for it, Leo,” he said, his fingers grazing the edges of her clitoris, making her hips buck against the ropes. “Oh, you’re very ticklish here, aren’t you, Emily? This little spot’s gonna drive you wild.” Emily’s laughter turned frantic, her moans louder, her body quivering with overstimulation. “Please—hahaha—oh God—!” she cried, her voice a mix of desperation and ecstasy.
Mark’s eyes widened, his arousal battling his growing panic. “Leo, Jake, stop—!” he shouted, his voice hoarse, but the men ignored him. “Stop?” Leo laughed, his fingers now fully focused on Emily’s nipples, pinching and tickling them lightly. “She’s loving this, Mark. Look at her—she’s losing it for us. Oh, Emily, you’re such a ticklish little slut, aren’t you? Bet Mark’s never gotten you this worked up.” Jake’s fingers moved to her clitoris, tickling it with featherlight touches, sending Emily into a state of near-insanity. Her laughter was incoherent, her body convulsing, her blue eyes glazed with a mix of torment and pleasure. “Oh, this is too good,” Jake taunted, his fingers relentless. “You’re so ticklish down here, Emily. We’re gonna make you scream until you can’t take it anymore.”
The dual torment pushed Emily to the edge, her laughter morphing into deep, shuddering moans. Leo and Jake exchanged a knowing glance, their fingers now working in unison—Leo tickling her nipples, Jake focusing on her clitoris. “Come on, Emily, let go for us,” Leo whispered, his voice a seductive command. “Show Mark what we can do to you. Oh, you’re so ticklish, so helpless, aren’t you?” With a final, ear-splitting scream, Emily came, her body arching violently against the ropes, her blonde hair plastered to her sweat-soaked face, her chest heaving. The orgasm seemed to last forever, her moans echoing in the room as Leo and Jake stepped back, their grins triumphant.
Mark sat in stunned silence, his emotions a tangled mess of arousal, jealousy, and humiliation. Leo untied Emily, helping her sit up, her body still trembling, her blue eyes dazed. Jake handed her a towel, his smirk never fading. “Well, damn, Emily,” Leo said, his tone teasing but satisfied. “You’re something else. Mark, you’re a lucky guy… sort of.” As Emily caught her breath, she looked at Leo, then Jake, her expression shifting from exhaustion to something else—something resolute. She stood, wrapping the sheet around her, and turned to Leo. “I… I want more,” she said, her voice soft but firm. “I swear, Leo, I’ll be your tickle slave. I need this.” Mark’s jaw dropped, his heart sinking. “Emily, what—?” he stammered, but she didn’t look at him. Instead, she stepped closer to Leo, her eyes locked on his. “Take me with you,” she said, her voice unwavering.
Leo raised an eyebrow, clearly pleased. “You sure, sweetheart? This is just the beginning.” Emily nodded, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders, her blue eyes burning with a new intensity. Jake chuckled, slinging an arm around Leo’s shoulder. “Looks like we’ve got a new playmate,” he said. Without another word, Emily followed Leo and Jake to the door, the sheet slipping slightly to reveal her curves as she walked away. Mark tugged at his ropes, his voice breaking. “Emily, please—!” But the door closed behind them, leaving him alone in the silent room, the memory of her laughter, her pleasure, and her departure searing into his mind. The boundaries of their marriage had shattered, and Mark was left with nothing but the echo of Leo’s taunts and the image of his wife, now a willing captive to her new masters.
Leo arrived at 7 PM, his presence instantly commanding the room. Tall and muscular, with dark hair, piercing green eyes, and a chiseled jaw, he exuded confidence, his deep voice laced with charm. He set up his massage table, the air filling with the scent of jasmine and sandalwood oils. Emily emerged from the bedroom, clad in a silk robe that clung to her curves, her blonde hair loose, her cheeks flushed with nervous excitement. Mark sat on a plush armchair nearby, a glass of red wine in hand, his heart racing with anticipation. Leo’s gaze lingered on Emily, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Ready to be spoiled, Emily?” he asked, his voice smooth and teasing. “I promise you’ll never forget this.” Emily blushed, glancing at Mark, who nodded encouragingly. “Go for it, babe,” he said, his voice warm but tinged with a nervous edge. Leo’s charisma was already shifting the room’s dynamic, and Mark felt a flicker of unease beneath his excitement.
Leo instructed Emily to disrobe and lie face-down on the table, covering herself with a thin, soft sheet. She hesitated, her fingers lingering on the robe’s tie, but Mark’s reassuring smile gave her courage. She slipped off the robe, revealing her nude form—her full breasts, smooth skin, and the gentle curve of her hips—before quickly settling under the sheet, her heart pounding. Leo’s hands were warm and skilled, kneading her shoulders with a rhythm that made her sigh almost instantly. Mark watched, captivated by the sight of his wife’s body relaxing under another man’s touch, a mix of pride and curiosity stirring within him. “Wow, Mark, you didn’t tell me your wife was this tense,” Leo teased, his fingers gliding down Emily’s spine, eliciting a soft moan. “She’s practically begging for this. Aren’t you, Emily?” Emily giggled, her face buried in the table’s headrest. “Maybe a little,” she mumbled, her voice muffled but playful. Mark chuckled, but there was a slight edge to his laugh. Leo’s tone was bold, almost too familiar, but he brushed it off, sipping his wine.
As the massage progressed, Leo’s hands worked Emily’s lower back, then her thighs, the sheet slipping slightly to reveal more of her flawless skin. “You’ve got a gorgeous wife, Mark,” Leo said, his voice dripping with charm. “Bet she’s loving every second of this. Aren’t you, sweetheart?” Emily’s breath hitched, and she nodded, her body visibly relaxing but also tensing in a different way, a flush spreading across her pale skin. Mark shifted in his seat, a flicker of unease mixing with his arousal. Leo’s confidence was disarming, and the room felt charged with an unspoken tension. Then, Leo’s demeanor shifted subtly. “You know, Mark,” he said, his hands pausing on Emily’s calves, “sometimes a massage needs a little… extra flair to really hit the spot. Mind if I try something different?” Mark, caught off guard but intrigued, nodded. “Sure, go for it. Whatever makes her happy.” Leo grinned, a mischievous edge to his smile. “Oh, it’ll make her very happy.” He reached into his bag and pulled out a set of soft, velvety ropes. “Ever tried a little restraint, Emily? It heightens the senses. Makes every touch electric.”
Emily’s blue eyes widened, but she giggled, looking at Mark for approval. Mark, his curiosity piqued and his wine loosening his inhibitions, shrugged. “Sounds fun. Right, babe?” Before Emily could fully respond, Leo moved swiftly, looping the ropes around her wrists and ankles, securing them to the corners of the table. The sheet slipped off entirely, leaving Emily completely exposed, her nude body stretched taut—her full breasts heaving slightly, her flat stomach quivering, and her smooth thighs parted just enough to hint at her vulnerability. She gasped, a mix of surprise and nervous excitement in her voice. “Leo, what—?” “Shh, just relax,” Leo purred, his fingers brushing her side lightly, making her squirm. “You’re going to love this.” Mark’s heart pounded, his mouth dry. “Uh, Leo, what’s the plan here?” he asked, his voice wavering. Leo turned to Mark, his grin widening. “Oh, Mark, you’re gonna love watching this. But you’re a bit too… mobile for my taste.” Before Mark could react, Leo stepped over, his movements quick and practiced, and looped another set of ropes around Mark’s wrists, tying him to the armrests of the armchair. Mark tugged at the restraints, his eyes wide. “Hey, what the hell—?” “Relax, buddy,” Leo said, his tone mockingly soothing. “You wanted to see your wife enjoy herself, right? Well, you’re about to get the show of your life.”
Leo returned to Emily, his fingers hovering over her exposed ribs. “You ready, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice low and teasing. Without waiting for an answer, he began to tickle her sides, his fingers dancing lightly but relentlessly over her smooth skin. Emily burst into laughter, her body writhing against the ropes. “Oh my God, no—hahaha—stop!” she squealed, her voice a mix of delight and desperation. Her nude form twisted, her breasts bouncing slightly, her blonde hair splaying across the table as she tried to escape his touch, but the restraints held her firmly in place. “Stop? Oh, Emily, we’re just getting started,” Leo taunted, his fingers skittering up to her underarms, then down to her hips. “Oh, you are very ticklish, aren’t you? Look at you, squirming like a little tickle toy. Bet Mark’s never seen you this helpless, has he?” Emily’s laughter was uncontrollable, her blue eyes glistening with tears of mirth, her cheeks flushed a deep pink. “Please—hahaha—I can’t—!” she gasped, her body trembling. Leo’s fingers explored every ticklish spot—her ribs, her stomach, the soles of her feet—his verbal teasing relentless. “My, my, Emily, you’re just a giggling mess, aren’t you? So sensitive, so ticklish. I could do this all night, and you’d just keep laughing for me, wouldn’t you?”
Mark’s face flushed, a mix of shock, arousal, and helplessness washing over him. He tugged at his ropes, but they wouldn’t budge. “Leo, ease up, man,” he said, his voice strained. “Ease up?” Leo laughed, his fingers now targeting Emily’s inner thighs, making her shriek with laughter. “She’s loving this, Mark. Look at her—listen to her. She’s practically singing for me. Oh, you’re so ticklish here, aren’t you, Emily? These thighs are just begging for my fingers.” He leaned close to her ear, his voice a sultry whisper loud enough for Mark to hear. “You’re such a naughty little thing, aren’t you? Bet you’ve never laughed this hard for him.” Emily’s laughter began to mix with moans, her body arching against the ropes, her nipples hardening from the overstimulation. Mark’s jaw clenched, his arousal warring with his frustration. The sight of Emily’s vulnerable, writhing body and the raw pleasure in her voice stirred something deep within him, but Leo’s taunts cut like a knife, amplifying his sense of powerlessness.
Just when Mark thought the scene couldn’t escalate further, the front door opened, and another man stepped into the room. He was slightly shorter than Leo but equally imposing, with sandy blond hair, a lean build, and a wicked grin. “This must be the party,” he said, his voice carrying a playful menace. Leo glanced back, unfazed. “Mark, Emily, meet Jake, my… associate. I thought Emily deserved a little extra attention tonight.” Emily’s laughter faltered into a gasp, her wide eyes darting between Leo and Jake. “What—? No, wait—!” she stammered, but Jake was already at her side, his fingers poised over her exposed stomach. “Oh, Leo, you weren’t kidding,” Jake said, his eyes raking over Emily’s nude form. “She’s a ticklish little dream, isn’t she? Let’s see how much she can take.” Before Emily could protest, Jake’s fingers joined Leo’s, tickling her ribs while Leo focused on her underarms. The dual assault sent Emily into a frenzy, her laughter escalating to a near-hysterical pitch. “No—hahaha—please—stop—!” she screamed, her body thrashing wildly, her blonde hair whipping across her face, her breasts heaving with each desperate gasp.
“Oh, you are so ticklish, aren’t you, Emily?” Jake teased, his fingers skittering across her stomach, circling her navel. “Look at you, losing your mind already. We’re gonna drive you absolutely insane, sweetheart.” Leo chuckled, his fingers dancing along her sides. “She’s loving every second of this, Jake. Aren’t you, Emily? Just a ticklish little toy for us to play with. Bet Mark’s never made you scream like this.” Mark’s heart pounded, his breath ragged as he watched his wife’s torment intensify. Emily’s laughter was a chaotic symphony, her body trembling uncontrollably, her skin flushed a deep red. The two men worked in tandem, their fingers relentless—Leo targeting her hips and thighs, Jake focusing on her ribs and underarms. “Oh, Emily, you’re just too ticklish for your own good,” Leo taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. “Every little touch makes you squeal. How does it feel, knowing we’ve got you completely at our mercy?”
The tickling grew more deliberate, Leo’s fingers trailing up to Emily’s breasts, lightly brushing her hardened nipples. She gasped, her laughter mixing with a moan as the sensation sent a jolt through her. “Oh, look at these sensitive little nipples,” Leo teased, his fingers circling them, flicking gently. “So ticklish, aren’t you? Bet you’re going crazy right now.” Jake grinned, his hands sliding down to her inner thighs, dangerously close to her most sensitive area. “She’s practically begging for it, Leo,” he said, his fingers grazing the edges of her clitoris, making her hips buck against the ropes. “Oh, you’re very ticklish here, aren’t you, Emily? This little spot’s gonna drive you wild.” Emily’s laughter turned frantic, her moans louder, her body quivering with overstimulation. “Please—hahaha—oh God—!” she cried, her voice a mix of desperation and ecstasy.
Mark’s eyes widened, his arousal battling his growing panic. “Leo, Jake, stop—!” he shouted, his voice hoarse, but the men ignored him. “Stop?” Leo laughed, his fingers now fully focused on Emily’s nipples, pinching and tickling them lightly. “She’s loving this, Mark. Look at her—she’s losing it for us. Oh, Emily, you’re such a ticklish little slut, aren’t you? Bet Mark’s never gotten you this worked up.” Jake’s fingers moved to her clitoris, tickling it with featherlight touches, sending Emily into a state of near-insanity. Her laughter was incoherent, her body convulsing, her blue eyes glazed with a mix of torment and pleasure. “Oh, this is too good,” Jake taunted, his fingers relentless. “You’re so ticklish down here, Emily. We’re gonna make you scream until you can’t take it anymore.”
The dual torment pushed Emily to the edge, her laughter morphing into deep, shuddering moans. Leo and Jake exchanged a knowing glance, their fingers now working in unison—Leo tickling her nipples, Jake focusing on her clitoris. “Come on, Emily, let go for us,” Leo whispered, his voice a seductive command. “Show Mark what we can do to you. Oh, you’re so ticklish, so helpless, aren’t you?” With a final, ear-splitting scream, Emily came, her body arching violently against the ropes, her blonde hair plastered to her sweat-soaked face, her chest heaving. The orgasm seemed to last forever, her moans echoing in the room as Leo and Jake stepped back, their grins triumphant.
Mark sat in stunned silence, his emotions a tangled mess of arousal, jealousy, and humiliation. Leo untied Emily, helping her sit up, her body still trembling, her blue eyes dazed. Jake handed her a towel, his smirk never fading. “Well, damn, Emily,” Leo said, his tone teasing but satisfied. “You’re something else. Mark, you’re a lucky guy… sort of.” As Emily caught her breath, she looked at Leo, then Jake, her expression shifting from exhaustion to something else—something resolute. She stood, wrapping the sheet around her, and turned to Leo. “I… I want more,” she said, her voice soft but firm. “I swear, Leo, I’ll be your tickle slave. I need this.” Mark’s jaw dropped, his heart sinking. “Emily, what—?” he stammered, but she didn’t look at him. Instead, she stepped closer to Leo, her eyes locked on his. “Take me with you,” she said, her voice unwavering.
Leo raised an eyebrow, clearly pleased. “You sure, sweetheart? This is just the beginning.” Emily nodded, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders, her blue eyes burning with a new intensity. Jake chuckled, slinging an arm around Leo’s shoulder. “Looks like we’ve got a new playmate,” he said. Without another word, Emily followed Leo and Jake to the door, the sheet slipping slightly to reveal her curves as she walked away. Mark tugged at his ropes, his voice breaking. “Emily, please—!” But the door closed behind them, leaving him alone in the silent room, the memory of her laughter, her pleasure, and her departure searing into his mind. The boundaries of their marriage had shattered, and Mark was left with nothing but the echo of Leo’s taunts and the image of his wife, now a willing captive to her new masters.
