The Unraveling (New 11/17)

[Darky]

Wow, it could be told in one sentence

[Emily]

Chapter 40

The respite was short-lived, however, as the sound of the door opening jolted her awake. Her heart leaped into her throat, her pulse racing as she braced for the inevitable. She knew it was Ellie, home from class, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement mixed with fear at the thought of her walking in on her like this—wet, exposed, and utterly at their mercy.

But what Riley saw when she opened her eyes was not what she had anticipated. Ellie was indeed standing in the doorway, but she wasn't alone. A tall, broad-shouldered boy with a mop of curly hair and a smug smile followed her into the room. His eyes widened when they fell upon Riley, sprawled across the bed naked as the day she was born.

"Oh, shit," he exclaimed, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of crimson. His hand shot up to cover his eyes, his body pivoting awkwardly in an attempt to look anywhere but at her. "I didn't know you had company," he mumbled, his voice thick with embarrassment.

Riley's mind raced, trying to piece together who this stranger could be. Was he one of Ellie's friends? A boyfriend? Or was this another twisted game orchestrated by the trio? She scrambled to pull the comforter over her, her heart hammering against her ribs.

Ellie's laugh was a cold knife through the tension. "Oh, Riley, you're home early," she said, her eyes glinting with mischief. "And look who I brought with me. This is Tyler, my little friend with benefits. Tyler, this is Riley. She's been playing a very naughty game with us, hasn't she?"

Riley's stomach plummeted as Ellie stepped aside, revealing Tyler in all his awkward glory. He was handsome in a boyish sort of way, with a mop of curly hair and a broad smile that was currently buried behind his hand. She could feel her face burning as she held the comforter tightly around herself, her mind racing. This was not what she had signed up for.

"You can look now, Tyler," Ellie said with a wicked grin. "Riley's got nothing to hide from us, right?" She gestured to the comforter with a tilt of her head, the implication clear.

Riley's cheeks burned with a mix of anger and embarrassment. She didn't have the luxury of privacy anymore, not with the trio dictating every intimate moment of her life. With trembling hands, she slowly pulled the comforter back, exposing her naked body to Tyler's shocked gaze. She met his eyes for a brief second, feeling the heat of his stare before dropping her gaze to the floor.

"I...uh, I'm sorry," Tyler stammered, as he slowly removed his hands from his eyes. “I didn't mean to...uh, walk in on you."

Ellie's laugh was low and mocking. "It's alright, Tyler. Riley's used to it by now, aren't you?" She sauntered over to the bed, her hips swaying with an exaggerated confidence that made Riley's skin crawl. "We didn't think you'd be home so early," she continued, her voice a silky purr. "We were just about to have a little...fun."

Riley quickly processed the situation, her mind racing as she took in Tyler's flustered expression. Ellie's intentions were clear: she had brought him there for their own rendezvous, expecting the room to be empty. A wave of embarrassment washed over Riley, but she was also oddly relieved. This wasn't another twisted challenge or act of humiliation orchestrated by the trio. It was just a clumsy coincidence.

With a deep breath, she pushed herself off the bed and began to gather her discarded clothes from the floor. "It's fine," she mumbled, avoiding eye contact with either of them. "I'll just... go for a walk or something."

But Ellie's hand was on her wrist before she could even stand, her grip firm and unyielding. "Oh no, you don't," she said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "This is a perfect opportunity for you to learn."

Riley's heart sank. She had hoped, just for a moment, that she could escape the trio's clutches. But Ellie had other plans.

Tyler took a tentative step backward, his eyes flicking between Ellie and Riley. "Look, I don't want to get in the middle of anything," he said, his voice strained. "I can come back later."

"Don't be silly," Ellie purred, her grip on Riley's wrist tightening. "Stay right there, Tyler." She turned to Riley, her smile sharp as a knife's edge. "Sit down and spread your legs."

Riley's eyes widened in shock and horror, but she knew better than to argue. With shaking limbs, she lowered herself back onto the bed and parted her legs, feeling the cold air of the room kiss her exposed folds. Tyler's gaze darted to her, and she could see his eyes widen before he hastily looked away again, his cheeks aflame with embarrassment.

The obvious bulge in Tyler's pants was impossible to ignore, and Ellie's eyes gleamed as she took in his arousal. "Looks like you're already excited for the show," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "Riley's going to sit right here and watch while we have a little fun. Isn't that right, Riley?"

Riley felt the heat of embarrassment creeping up her neck, her cheeks burning as she nodded in silent agreement. She couldn't believe Ellie was doing this—that she was going to make her watch another person have sex while she was still so freshly humiliated. But she knew better than to protest.

Ellie strutted over to her own bed, her movements slow and deliberate, as if she were putting on a show for Riley's benefit. Tyler followed, his eyes darting to Riley and back to Ellie, unsure of how to proceed. But Ellie was in control, and she made it clear that this was part of the plan.

With a flick of her wrist, Ellie unbuttoned her shirt, letting it fall to the floor in a silky whisper. She wore a lacy black bra that barely contained her generous breasts, which bounced as she sat on the edge of the bed. Tyler's eyes were glued to her, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. Riley felt a strange sense of detachment, watching her roommate's body with a mix of curiosity and envy.

Ellie looked over her shoulder at Riley, her eyes glinting with a challenge. “Touch yourself," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "But remember, you're not allowed to come.”

Riley's hand hovered over her clit, the anticipation of Ellie's and Tyler's coupling making her throb with need. She felt a strange sense of arousal mixed with fear and humiliation as she began to rub herself, her eyes glued to the scene unfolding before her. Ellie's bra came off next, revealing her perfect breasts, the pink of her nipples tightening as Tyler's gaze lingered.

Tyler's own shirt was hastily removed, his broad chest and defined abs making Riley's stomach clench with a mix of attraction and anxiety. His hands fumbled with the button of his pants, his eyes never leaving Ellie's, as if he was afraid to look anywhere else. Riley watched, her breath hitching as she felt the heat build between her legs.

Ellie reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall away to reveal her naked breasts. They were round and firm, the pink of her nipples standing at attention. Tyler's eyes widened, and he took a step closer, his hand reaching out to cup one in his palm. Ellie moaned softly, her head tilting back in pleasure. Riley felt a pang of envy, her own hand moving more urgently against her clit.

With a smirk, Ellie slid her pants down her legs, taking her underwear with them. She was completely bare before him now, her pussy glistening with excitement. Tyler's eyes roved over her body, his own pants growing tighter by the second. He took a deep breath and unzipped his fly, pushing his jeans down to expose his boxers. The outline of his erection was clear, and Ellie's smile grew more wicked.

With a dramatic flourish, she reached over and tugged at the waistband of Tyler's boxers. They slid down his hips, revealing his cock—long and thick, standing proud against his stomach. It was a beautiful shade of pink, veins pulsing with life as it bobbed with every beat of his heart. The mushroom-shaped head was glistening with pre-cum, and it twitched slightly as Ellie's eyes raked over it.

"So, Riley," Ellie said, her voice a low purr, "tell us, what do you think of Tyler's cock?"

Riley's eyes snapped to Ellie's, her hand freezing mid-stroke. The question was unexpected, a new twist in the game of humiliation they played. She felt a fresh wave of heat wash over her, a mix of arousal and mortification. "It's... it's nice," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Nice?" Ellie repeated, her tone mocking. "Come on, Riley, you can do better than that." She leaned back on her elbows, her breasts rising and falling with every breath she took. "Tell us what you really think."

Riley felt a bead of sweat trickle down her spine as she forced herself to look at Tyler's cock again. It was impossible not to feel a surge of desire as she took in the sight of it, standing tall and proud, a testament to his arousal. "It's... it's big," she admitted, her cheeks flaming. "And... it's really... hard."

Ellie giggled, the sound light and airy. "See?" she said, her voice filled with triumph. "It's not so hard to talk dirty, is it?"

With a grace that seemed almost predatory, Ellie slithered closer to Tyler, her body moving with the fluidity of a cat. She took his hand, guiding it to her breast, watching as his thumb brushed over her nipple. It tightened under his touch, and she let out a low moan. Riley's eyes were glued to the sight, her own hand moving more insistently against her clit as she felt the first stirrings of a climax threatening to break through.

"Keep watching, Riley," Ellie instructed, her voice a seductive whisper that seemed to echo in the small space of their dorm room. "Learn how to appreciate the beauty of a man's body."

Obediently, Riley's eyes remained glued to the scene before her as Ellie pushed Tyler back onto her bed, his cock bobbing in the air like a silent exclamation point. She watched as Ellie climbed over him, straddling his waist. Her pussy was slick with anticipation, and the sight of it made Riley's own ache with need.

"Remember, no coming," Ellie said, her voice a teasing reminder of the rule that hung over Riley like a dark cloud. Riley nodded, her eyes never leaving Ellie's.

Ellie reached down and took Tyler's cock in her hand, stroking it with a confidence that made Riley's own touch feel clumsy by comparison. Tyler's hips bucked upward slightly, and he let out a soft groan that made Riley's insides tighten. She watched as Ellie positioned herself over his erection, her pussy hovering just above it.

Riley felt the urgency in her own hand, the need to find release building to a crescendo. But she knew the consequences of disobeying Ellie's orders, so she forced herself to slow down, her eyes locked on the erotic scene before her. She took a deep breath, trying to focus on the sensation of her own fingers against her sensitive skin instead of the overwhelming desire to come.

The sight of Ellie's pussy sliding down onto Tyler's cock was almost too much to bear. She watched as Ellie took him in inch by inch, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. Tyler's hands were on Ellie's hips, guiding her, his own eyes closed as he reveled in the feeling of her tightness. Riley's hand moved almost of its own accord, her fingertips dancing over her clit in a delicate pattern that kept her on the edge.

Ellie began to ride him with a slow, deliberate rhythm, her eyes locked on Riley's the entire time. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, punctuated by Ellie's moans of pleasure. Tyler's face was a mask of concentration, his jaw clenched as he fought to keep from losing control.

Riley felt her own climax approaching like a freight train, the pressure building in her belly, her toes curling against the bed. She watched as Ellie's breasts bounced with each movement, her hips rolling in a way that was both mesmerizing and maddening. The sight of Tyler's cock disappearing into Ellie's wetness, only to reappear slick with her arousal, was almost too much to handle.

With a sudden burst of energy, Ellie switched positions, flipping over so she was now on her back, her legs spread wide open for Riley's viewing pleasure. Tyler took over, pumping into her with a rhythm that was both punishing and sensual. Riley's own hand faltered, her movements becoming erratic as she struggled to hold back her orgasm. She bit her bottom lip, her eyes never leaving Ellie's.

The new angle provided Riley with an unobstructed view of Ellie's pussy, her pink folds stretched around Tyler's thick cock as he moved in and out of her. The sight was obscene and beautiful, a tableau of raw sexual power that left Riley feeling both envious and aroused. She watched as Ellie's clit peeked out from its hood, glistening with her juices, and her inner muscles clenched around Tyler's length, trying to milk every last drop of pleasure from him.

The scent of sex filled the room, a heady mix of sweat and desire that made Riley's head spin. She could feel the tension coiling in her own body, the need for release growing with every second that passed. Her hand was a blur between her legs, her fingertips dancing around her clit in a desperate attempt to keep the climax at bay.

"I'm gonna cum," Tyler panted, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. Ellie's eyes flicked to Riley, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Don't pull out," she ordered, her voice firm and unyielding.

Riley felt her stomach clench as Tyler's hips bucked, his movements becoming more erratic. The sight of his cock disappearing into Ellie's pussy over and over again, the way her walls tightened around him, was almost unbearable. She knew what was coming—what Ellie wanted her to see.

With a guttural groan, Tyler's body tensed, his cock swelling even larger as he reached his peak. Riley's own arousal was a living, breathing thing, a wild beast clawing at the bars of its cage, desperate to be set free. But she remained still, her hand frozen in place as she watched Ellie's face contort in ecstasy.

Ellie's eyes rolled back in her head as Tyler's cock pulsed inside her, spurting his hot cum deep within her. The sight was almost too much for Riley, her body screaming for release. Yet, she remained obedient, her hand hovering just above her clit, her breathing shallow and ragged.

Finally, Tyler pulled out with a groan, his cock glistening with a mix of their juices. Cum dripped from Ellie's pussy, tracing a path down her ass crack before pooling on the bed beneath her. Riley felt the room spin as the smell of sex grew stronger, a testament to the raw, carnality of the act she had just witnessed.

Ellie looked over at her, her smile taunting. "How was the show, Riley?" she asked, her voice husky with satisfaction. "Did you learn anything?"

Riley nodded, unable to find her voice. She felt a mix of emotions—humiliation, arousal, and a strange sense of awe. She had never been so close to someone else's intimate moment, let alone been forced to watch and participate in her own way. Her hand was still between her legs, sticky with her own desire, and she felt a fresh wave of embarrassment wash over her as she realized how wet she was.

Tyler grabbed a towel from the floor and sat down, his breathing still heavy from the exertion. His cock was still semi-hard, a testament to his youthful stamina. Ellie watched him for a moment before turning back to Riley, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

"Come here, Riley," she ordered, her voice still filled with the power of her orgasm. "It's your turn to be of service."

Riley's cheeks were scarlet, but she knew better than to argue. She slid off the bed, her legs wobbly from the forced arousal that had built up in her body. She took a tentative step toward Ellie, her eyes never leaving Tyler's sated form. He looked up at her, his eyes a mix of embarrassment and arousal. The towel was in his lap, but it was clear that he was still enjoying the show.

Ellie spread her legs wider, her pussy glistening with Tyler's cum. "Clean me up, Riley," she said, her voice a low growl. "Use your mouth."

Riley felt the room tilt around her, a wave of nausea and arousal crashing into her gut. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. This was a new level of degradation, even for Ellie. But she knew the price of disobedience.

With trembling legs, she approached the foot of the bed, her eyes fixed on the mess between Ellie's legs. Tyler sat on the floor, the towel now draped over his lap, his semi-erect cock peeking out slightly. He avoided eye contact, his own embarrassment palpable.

Riley took a deep breath and knelt before her roommate, feeling the heat of Ellie's gaze on her as she leaned in. The scent of sex was overpowering, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of disgust—but it was quickly drowned out by the pulsing need in her own core.

Her tongue darted out, tentatively tasting the salty tang of Tyler's cum on Ellie's inner thigh. Ellie's hips bucked slightly, and Riley knew she had to be thorough. She began to lick upwards, her tongue tracing the path the cum had taken, feeling the sticky warmth against her mouth. The act was degrading, but the power Ellie had over her made it feel almost natural.

As she reached Ellie's pussy, she paused, watching as her roommate's hand moved to spread her lips wider, revealing the pink interior. More cum spilled out, and Ellie leaned back with a sigh of satisfaction, watching Riley with a hawkish gaze. Riley took a deep breath, her heart hammering in her chest, and then she leaned in, her tongue sliding over the soft folds of Ellie's sex, collecting the remnants of Tyler's release.

The taste was overwhelming, a blend of salt and musk that filled her mouth. She tried not to think about what she was doing, focusing instead on the act of obedience. Her tongue circled Ellie's clit, flicking it gently before delving deeper, lapping up the cum that pooled at the entrance to her pussy. Ellie's legs quivered, and she felt a thrill of power at the realization that she was causing this reaction.

Finally, Riley thought she had finished her degrading task, her mouth and chin sticky with Tyler's cum. But Ellie was not one to let her off so easily. "You missed a spot, Riley," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Look closer."

Riley's eyes widened as Ellie leaned back, reaching down to spread her cheeks apart. A bead of cum had indeed escaped her notice, clinging to the tight ring of her asshole. The sight of it, along with Ellie's smug expression, sent a shiver of dread down her spine. She had thought she'd endured the worst of it, but apparently, there was still more to come.

"Lick it," Ellie demanded, her voice a command that brooked no argument. Riley felt Tyler's eyes on her, his semi-erect cock bobbing slightly as he watched the scene unfold. She knew she had to comply; the alternative was unthinkable.

Her tongue darted out again, moving closer to Ellie's puckered hole. It didn't taste like much, just a faint tang of Tyler's seed mixed with Ellie's own musky scent. The act was so intimate, so humiliating, that Riley could feel the last vestiges of her pride slipping away. Yet, as her tongue made contact, she felt an unexpected thrill. It was wrong, she knew that, but it was also incredibly erotic.

Ellie's moan was all the encouragement she needed, and Riley began to lick in earnest, her tongue delving into the tight space, cleaning away the last traces of their encounter. It was a strange kind of power, knowing that she had the ability to elicit such reactions from her roommate—even if it was through such a degrading act.

With a final swipe of her tongue, Riley sat back on her heels, her face flushed and her mouth still tasting faintly of Tyler's cum. Ellie's legs fell back onto the bed with a soft thump, and she let out a sigh that sounded almost contented. "Good girl," she murmured, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure.

[Bucket]

Wtf is going on!?

I'm a smidge speechless. What is that, 3 chapters in a week? Staggering! If this is going to become a regular thing, I think I'll likely wait for two chapters at a time instead of three and then give you my reviews.

Appreciate yet ANOTHER chapter!

[Darky]

Wow Emily,

We discussed this idea, but little did I know you worked it out this great! Damn. The only little point of criticism is that storywise Tyler came pretty quick. If it took him longer Riley could been pushed to the limit even more. But he that’s just nitpicking. I admit.

[Emily]

Wow Emily,

We discussed this idea, but little did I know you worked it out this great! Damn. The only little point of criticism is that storywise Tyler came pretty quick. If it took him longer Riley could been pushed to the limit even more. But he that’s just nitpicking. I admit.

Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it and thanks for the feedback:)

Should I do any more chapters with Tyler or just a one and done? I purposely left the end of the last chapter open.

[emobat]

Just caught up this is so hot!

[Ori]

Wow Emily,

We discussed this idea, but little did I know you worked it out this great! Damn. The only little point of criticism is that storywise Tyler came pretty quick. If it took him longer Riley could been pushed to the limit even more. But he that’s just nitpicking. I admit.

Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it and thanks for the feedback:)

Should I do any more chapters with Tyler or just a one and done? I purposely left the end of the last chapter open.

I would like to have some kind of love interest from the first boy Riley gave her panties, in the beginning.

I really like your writing style and I bingeread all your story. I was hooked from the beginning.

[Emily]

Chapter 41

The room was thick with the scent of sex, a heady mix of arousal and spent passion that clung to the air like a second skin. Riley felt it in her nose, on her tongue, a constant reminder of the scene she had just played out under the watchful eyes of the trio. She sat back on her heels, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and exhilaration, her hand still resting between her own legs, her own need unfulfilled.

Ellie's voice was a low purr as she slithered off the bed, her movements sinuous and feline. She picked up her discarded clothes, one by one, and began to dress herself with a casual ease that seemed to mock Riley's own nakedness. Riley couldn't help but watch as she slid her panties back over her still-swollen pussy, the fabric sticking slightly to her skin.

"You should get dressed too, Tyler," Ellie said, tossing him his boxers. "We wouldn't want to make Riley too jealous, now would we?"

The towel fell away, and Tyler's cock sprang free, still semi-hard and glistening with the remnants of their encounter. Riley couldn't help but stare, her eyes drawn to the pearls of cum that still clung to the base of his shaft. He caught her gaze and looked away, a blush spreading across his cheeks as he quickly stepped into his boxers. The fabric stretched over his cock, the outline of his arousal clear against the fabric.

Ellie watched them both with an amused smile, slipping into her own clothes with a grace that seemed almost practiced. Riley felt a twinge of envy at their nonchalance, at their ability to navigate these intimate moments with ease while she remained frozen in place, her mind racing with thoughts of what she had just been forced to do.

"Riley," Ellie's voice was like a whip crack in the heavy silence, "stand up."

Riley's body trembled as she slowly pushed herself to her feet, the cold air of the room hitting her like a slap. She was painfully aware of her nakedness, her cheeks burning with embarrassment as Tyler's eyes swept over her. It was a feeling she was all too familiar with, a constant reminder of her vulnerability in this twisted game of power.

As she stood there, her legs still shaking, she felt Tyler's gaze lingering on her exposed pussy, the evidence of her arousal still glossing her labia. She knew he could see everything—the way she was swollen with need, the way her clit was still pulsing with unfulfilled desire. It was a humiliating realization, one that made her stomach clench with a mix of fear and excitement.

"Well, Tyler?" Ellie's voice was sharp, cutting through the silence like a knife. "What do you think of Riley's body?"

Riley felt a fresh wave of embarrassment crash over her as Tyler's eyes swept over her once more. "It's... it's...," he stuttered, his face flushing a deep shade of red. "It's beautiful," he finally managed, his eyes darting away again.

Ellie's smile grew wider, her eyes gleaming with amusement at Riley's discomfort. "You heard him, Riley," she purred. "He thinks you're beautiful. You should be grateful for the attention."

Riley felt a surge of conflicting emotions—part of her was indeed flattered by Tyler's compliment, but another part felt a deep sense of unease. It was one thing to be objectified by the trio, but to have Tyler, who was essentially a stranger to her, staring at her like that was unnerving. It brought home the reality of her situation with stark clarity—she was little more than a plaything to be used and discarded at their whims.

Ellie's smile grew wider as she watched Riley's discomfort. She knew just how to twist the knife, how to keep her on edge. "It's time for you to go, Tyler," she said, her voice dripping with faux sweetness. "Thank you for being such a good sport."

Tyler's eyes darted to Riley's, and she could see the question in them. Did he feel guilty? Aroused? She couldn't tell, and she wasn't sure she wanted to know. "Yeah," he mumbled, pulling on his shirt with shaking hands. "Thanks for... for letting me stay."

Ellie waved him off with a dismissive hand. "Don't mention it," she said, her tone light. "We're all friends here."

As the door clicked shut behind Tyler, Riley felt a sudden surge of relief—and loss. The room seemed to shrink without his presence, leaving her feeling even more exposed and vulnerable. Ellie stepped closer, her eyes raking over Riley's naked form with a predatory gaze that made her skin crawl.

"Riley," Ellie began, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "we have some unfinished business to attend to."

Riley's heart skipped a beat. She knew that tone all too well—it was the one Ellie used when she had some new twisted plan in mind. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

"The girl from the shower this morning," Ellie said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "The one who walked in on your little 'performance'." She paused, letting the words hang in the air like a challenge. "We know who she is."

Riley's heart stopped. The memory of the unseen audience member was still fresh in her mind—the way her breath had hitched when she realized she wasn't alone, the sudden self-consciousness that had crashed over her like a wave. "How?" she managed to whisper, her voice barely audible.

Ellie's smile grew sly. "We have our ways," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "And it seems she's quite eager to make amends for her little indiscretion."

Riley felt her stomach drop. "What...what do you mean?" she stuttered.

"Oh, you'll see," Ellie said with a wink, her tone filled with anticipation. "But for now, get dressed. You wouldn't want to keep her waiting."

Riley's hands trembled as she pulled on her clothes, her mind racing with what could be in store for her. She felt a strange mix of fear and excitement at the thought of facing the mysterious girl from the shower. What kind of 'amends' would she be expected to make?

Once dressed, Riley followed Ellie out of the dorm, the late afternoon sun casting a warm glow over the quad. Aria and Claire were waiting for them, both looking smug and slightly amused at the situation. They exchanged knowing glances as Riley approached, their expressions making it clear they were in on Ellie's plan.

"Riley," Aria began, her voice as smooth as silk, "we've had a little chat with our new friend from this morning. She's quite eager to make sure you understand the consequences of your little...exhibition."

Riley's face flushed hotter than the sun above them, her eyes darting to Claire, whose grin was positively sinister. "What...what does she want?" she asked, her voice shaking.

"Oh, she just wants to spend some quality time with you," Claire replied, her eyes glinting with something that could have been malice—or maybe just excitement. "But don't worry, we've got a little plan to make sure she plays nice. And by 'nice', I mean deletes that video she has."

Ellie led the way to a sleek black car parked at the edge of the lot, the sun reflecting off its gleaming surface like a beacon of their impending doom. Riley felt a knot form in her stomach as she followed her roommate, the weight of the trio's expectations heavy on her shoulders. The engine roared to life, and Ellie peeled out of the parking space with a grin that was as reckless as it was terrifying.

"Where are we going?" Riley asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"You'll see," Ellie replied, her grin growing wider as she navigated the car through the winding streets of the upscale neighborhood. The houses grew larger, more ostentatious with each turn, until they pulled up to a sprawling mansion that looked like it had been plucked from the pages of a glossy magazine. "Looks like our little shower peeper has a taste for the finer things in life," Ellie quipped, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“She doesn’t even live in the dorms,” Ellie said, eyeing the grandeur of the house as they approached the massive gate. “Can you believe the audacity? Using our showers like they’re a public bathhouse. We’re going to have to set her straight, don’t you think?”

“Definitely,” Aria said with a wink.

The girls climbed out of the car and approached the imposing front door, their heels clicking against the cobblestone driveway. Riley’s heart thundered in her chest as Ellie reached out and rang the bell. The sound echoed through the quiet neighborhood, and she couldn’t help but feel like they were about to pull off some kind of prank, despite the very real stakes of the situation.

The door swung open, and a tall, well-built man with salt-and-pepper hair and a friendly smile greeted them. "Hi there, girls," he said, his voice deep and warm. "Can I help you with something?"

Ellie stepped forward, her smile as sweet as honey. "Hi, Mr. Thomas," she purred, her eyes flicking up to meet his. "We're here to see your daughter, Rachel. We're in the same study group."

The man's smile grew wider, his eyes lingering on the four of them. "Ah, yes," he said. "Rachel mentioned she'd be expecting company. You can head on up to her room. It's the last door on the left at the top of the stairs."

The staircase was grand and winding, with family portraits lining the walls. As they ascended, Riley couldn't help but feel like she was climbing the steps to her own doom. Each step brought her closer to the inevitable confrontation, and she felt the knot in her stomach tighten with every footfall. Her eyes darted to the photos as they passed, taking in the images of Rachel growing from a cherubic child into a poised young woman.

When they finally reached the top, Ellie turned to Riley with a look that was a mix of excitement and malice. "Remember, Riles," she said, her voice a low murmur that sent chills down Riley's spine. "You do whatever Rachel says, no matter what."

Aria nodded solemnly. "She's not playing games," she added. "If she says jump, you ask how high."

Riley felt her heart sink further. She didn't know what Rachel had planned for her, but she knew it wouldn't be pleasant. Still, she nodded, gritting her teeth and determining to get through this ordeal. "Okay," she whispered. "I'll do what she says."

Ellie's smile grew even wider, as if she had just won a prize. "Good girl," she said, patting Riley's cheek gently. "Now, let's go get that video back."

With a deep breath, Riley stepped forward and raised her hand to knock on Rachel's door. The sound echoed through the hallway, and for a moment, the only thing she could hear was the hammering of her own heart. Then, the door swung open, and Rachel stood before them.

Rachel's eyes narrowed slightly as they took in Riley's flustered appearance. "Hi," she said, her voice cool and composed. "Come in."

The room was a stark contrast to the grandeur of the house below—sleek, minimalist, and almost entirely pink. The walls were adorned with tasteful, modern art, and the furniture looked like it had been picked straight out of a high-end magazine. The only thing that looked out of place was Rachel herself, dressed in a simple black tank top and yoga pants, her hair pulled back in a ponytail.

Her eyes swept over the trio, lingering on Riley before finally landing on Ellie. "I didn't expect a party," Rachel said, her tone a mix of amusement and annoyance. "What's with the entourage?"

Ellie's smile never wavered. "Oh, they're just here to make sure everything goes...smoothly." She stepped aside, revealing Riley's trembling form. "This is Riley. She's here to apologize for what happened this morning."

Rachel's gaze shifted to Riley, and for the briefest of moments, Riley thought she saw a flicker of something that could have been sympathy. But it was gone almost as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by a steely resolve that sent a shiver down her spine. "I see," Rachel said, her voice clipped. "Well, why don't you all come in?"

Claire stepped forward, closing the door behind them with a decisive click. The sound was like the closing of a prison cell, and Riley felt a sense of dread settle in the pit of her stomach. She took a step into the room, her eyes scanning the space for any sign of where this was heading. Rachel's room was immaculate, not a single item out of place—except for the pink laptop that sat open on her desk, the screen displaying the incriminating video of Riley's shower performance.

"So," Rachel began, her voice cool and collected, "Ellie filled me in on your...unique situation. She said you'd be willing to do just about anything to get this little video deleted." Rachel's eyes gleamed with a hint of amusement, her fingers toying with the edge of the laptop. "Is that true, Riley?"

Riley felt the blood rush to her face as she nodded. "Yes," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "I just want it gone. Please."

Rachel's smile grew colder. "Good," she said. "Then let's start with a simple little test of your willingness." She gestured to the plush pink rug in the center of the room. "Drop your pants, Riley. Show us what you were so eager to show me this morning."

Riley's heart hammered in her chest. The room felt suddenly stifling, the air thick with anticipation. She swallowed hard, her eyes flicking to the closed door, willing it to open and reveal some kind of escape. But it remained steadfastly shut, leaving her no choice but to comply. With trembling fingers, she unbuttoned her jeans, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment.

The zipper whispered down, the sound echoing in the tense silence. Rachel's eyes never left hers, holding her in a vice-like grip that made it impossible to look away. Slowly, so painfully slowly, Riley lowered her jeans to her knees, the fabric pooling around her legs like a waterfall. The room felt like it was spinning, her mind racing with the reality of what was happening. Her panties were the only barrier left, the wet spot starkly visible against the stark whiteness.

They were plain, cotton, and covered with tiny flowers—the kind of underwear a child might wear. Innocent, yet now tainted by the situation she found herself in. The fabric clung to her, the dampness from her arousal clearly evident. The juxtaposition of the sweet, childlike pattern and the dark desires it concealed made Riley feel even more humiliated. She knew that Rachel could see it, see the evidence of her body's betrayal, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of embarrassment.

Rachel's eyes flicked down to the panties, her smile turning into a smirk. "How adorable," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're a regular little snowflake, aren't you?" She took a step closer, her gaze locked on the damp fabric. "But I bet what's underneath isn't so innocent, is it?"

Riley's cheeks burned as Rachel reached out and tugged at the waistband of her underwear. The fabric stretched, the elastic snapping back against her skin. She wanted to shrink away, to hide from their eyes, but she knew she had to go through with it. With a trembling hand, she pushed her panties down, letting them fall to the floor around her ankles. She felt a rush of cool air against her exposed sex, and she had to bite her lip to keep from making a sound.

Riley looked down at herself, the cold air making her skin break out in goosebumps. Her shirt barely covered her crotch, the hem riding up to expose the plump mound of her pussy, the lips slightly parted. She could feel the cool air against her bare skin, sending shivers of both cold and arousal through her body. Rachel's smirk grew wider as she took in the sight, her eyes lingering on the soft folds of Riley's sex.

Ellie and Aria leaned against the wall, watching the scene unfold with rapt attention, their expressions a mix of excitement and malice. Riley felt their eyes on her, but she couldn't bring herself to look at them. She just wanted to sink into the floor and disappear.

Riley couldn’t believe the cruel twist of fate that had led her to Rachel’s doorstep. Another girl, another round of degradation. It was like the universe had singled her out to be the punching bag for every sadistic female in town. She wanted to scream, to run, to do anything but stand there in her own humiliation. But she knew that running would only make things worse.

"So, Riley," Rachel began, her voice a dangerous purr, "why were you masturbating in the shower this morning? And better yet, why did you think it was a good idea to film it?" Rachel's gaze was sharp, her eyes piercing through Riley's soul as she waited for an answer. Riley's cheeks burned with embarrassment.

"It...it wasn't my choice," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. "It was part of their rules." She nodded her head towards Ellie, Aria and Claire, who watched the exchange with smirks plastered on their faces. "They...they made me."

Rachel's smirk grew into a full-blown smile, revealing her gleaming white teeth. "Ah, I see," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "So you're their little puppet, are you? They've got you so wrapped around their fingers that you'll do whatever they say, no matter how degrading?"

Riley nodded, her eyes downcast. "They've...they've made me do some things," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "Things I never thought I'd do."

"But why?" Rachel pressed, her eyes narrowing slightly. "What could they possibly have over you that makes you willing to degrade yourself like this?"

Riley felt her chest tighten. She didn't know where to begin—how to explain the fear of social exclusion, the way Ellie and Aria had wormed their way into her psyche, the way they had turned her life into a living nightmare with their twisted games. "They have...they have pictures," she murmured, her eyes avoiding Rachel's intense gaze. "Videos. Of me. Doing things I never wanted to do."

Rachel's smile grew even colder. "Ah, I see. Blackmail," she said, her voice dripping with contempt. "How utterly pedestrian." She took a step closer, her eyes raking over Riley's exposed form. "But you make it so easy for them, don't you, Riley?" Rachel reached out and lightly trailed her fingertips over Riley’s pussy, making Riley jump. "Look how wet you are," Rachel said, her voice low and taunting. "You're practically begging to be humiliated."

Riley felt her face burn even hotter. She wanted to deny it, to scream that she wasn't like that, but she knew it was true. Her body had betrayed her in the worst way possible, and now she was here, at the mercy of a girl she didn’t even know. Rachel stepped back, her eyes still on Riley's crotch. "So, tell me," Rachel said, her voice casual, as if she were asking about the weather, "do you masturbate often?"

Riley nodded, feeling the tears start to well up in her eyes. She couldn't even find the words to answer, she was so embarrassed. Rachel's smile grew wider, her eyes gleaming with a newfound excitement. "Every day?" Rachel pressed.

Riley nodded again, her voice a hoarse whisper. "Yes," she admitted.

Rachel's smile grew even more sadistic. "And do you always finger your ass when you masturbate, Riley?" she asked, her tone dripping with disgust.

Riley felt her cheeks burn even hotter. "Sometimes," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

"Sometimes," Rachel repeated, her voice dripping with disgust. "How utterly...vulgar." She took a step back, crossing her arms over her chest. "I can't believe you'd do something so...so disgusting," she spat, her nose wrinkling in distaste. "But I suppose it's to be expected from someone who'd let themselves be blackmailed into this kind of situation."

Riley's eyes filled with tears, her vision blurring as Rachel's words hit her like a sledgehammer. She had never felt so small, so worthless. But she knew that Rachel was right. She had let Ellie and Aria turn her into their plaything, their toy to be used and discarded at their whim. And now, she was standing here, half-naked and crying, because she had allowed it to happen.

Rachel's gaze grew more intense, her eyes boring into Riley's soul. "Tell me," she demanded, her voice cold and unyielding, "have you ever had a penis in your ass?"

Riley's heart raced, her cheeks flushing even darker. "N-no," she stuttered, her voice barely audible. "Never. Please, Rachel, don't make me..."

But Rachel wasn't listening. She was too busy inspecting Riley's naked form with a look of detached curiosity, as if she were a specimen in a petri dish. "Hmm," she murmured, tilting her head to the side. "Well, I suppose that's one way to keep your ass tight," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Rachel stepped closer, her eyes lingering on the exposed flesh between Riley's legs. "Do you even have a pussy, Riley?" she sneered. "It looks like nothing more than a slit."

The words were like a knife to Riley's gut, cutting through her already fragile self-esteem. She felt the tears spill over, running down her cheeks as Rachel's cruel laughter filled the room. "Please," she begged, her voice shaking, "just delete the video. I'll do anything."

Without a trace of emotion, Rachel turned to Ellie, Aria, and Claire. "I think it's time you three leave us," she said, her voice a cold command. "This is between Riley and me now."

Ellie's smirk grew even more pronounced as she leaned against the doorframe. "But Rachel," she purred, "we're just here to make sure everything is...fair. Besides, we wouldn't miss the show for anything."

Rachel's gaze flicked over to the trio, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Very well," she said, her voice a low purr. "But I want to make one thing clear: this is my show, and I'll run it how I see fit." She turned her attention back to Riley, her expression cold and unyielding. "Now, where were we?"

Riley's heart felt like it was racing in her chest, her body trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. Rachel's question hung in the air like a noose, tightening around her neck with each passing moment. "Your...your pussy," Rachel prompted, her eyes glinting with malice. "Is it as tight as it looks? Have you ever had a cock in there?"

Riley's face flushed a deeper shade of red as she tried to find the words to answer. She could feel the eyes of her tormentors on her, watching her squirm, reveling in her discomfort. "No," she whispered finally, her voice barely audible. "I'm...I'm a virgin."

Rachel raised an eyebrow, looking surprised for the first time. "Really?" she said, her voice dripping with disbelief. "Well, that makes this all the more interesting." She took another step closer, her hand reaching out to trace Riley's labia lightly. Riley gasped, her knees threatening to buckle under the unexpected touch. Rachel's eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of resistance.

Finding none, Rachel took it as a silent invitation to continue. "Take off your shirt, Riley," she ordered, her voice a silky caress that sent shivers down Riley's spine. She felt like a ragdoll, moving only because Rachel willed her to. With trembling hands, Riley complied, pulling the shirt over her head, exposing her bra-covered breasts to the cold air of the room. Rachel's gaze raked over her, her eyes lingering on the plain white bra that seemed so out of place amidst the tangle of emotions and humiliation.

With a swift, almost violent movement, Rachel reached behind Riley and unclipped her bra. It fell to the floor, joining the pile of discarded clothing that represented the shreds of Riley's dignity. Rachel's eyes widened slightly as she took in the sight of Riley's bare breasts, the nipples pebbled with cold and fear.

In this moment, Riley felt more exposed than she had ever been in her life. Rachel's cold eyes raked over her body, and she felt like a slab of meat on display at a market. The room was unfamiliar, the smells and sounds of Rachel's space foreign to her, and the presence of the four fully-clothed figures surrounding her was a stark reminder of her vulnerability. She was the only one naked, a fact that seemed to amplify every sensation: the coolness of the air on her wet skin, the softness of the rug under her bare feet, the way her nipples tightened in the chilly air.

With a cruel smile, Rachel pointed to the large, unmade bed in the center of the room. "Lie down," she said simply, her voice devoid of any warmth. Riley felt the blood drain from her face, but she knew she had no choice. She took a shaky step forward, her legs trembling with the weight of her fear and arousal. Rachel followed her, her movements cat-like and predatory, as if she was stalking her prey.

Riley laid down flat on the bed, her legs tightly pressed together. She felt the rough fabric of Rachel's comforter against her bare skin, and she couldn't help but shiver. Rachel didn't miss the goosebumps that had broken out across her body. She reached out and trailed her fingertips along Riley's arm, watching as they stood out in stark relief. "Cold?" Rachel asked, her voice mocking. "You should have worn something warmer."

Riley looked down at her body, feeling more exposed than ever before. Her legs were pressed tightly together, trying in vain to cover the mound of her sex that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. Rachel’s fingertips had left a trail of goosebumps along her arm, a stark reminder of her vulnerability. She couldn’t help but feel self-conscious about her small breasts, the nipples still pebbled and erect from the cold air. The sight of them made her feel even smaller, more insignificant.

Rachel circled the bed, her eyes never leaving Riley’s trembling form. “You know, Riley,” she began, her voice a low purr, “you really do have the body of a child. So...innocent.” Rachel’s tone was laced with a bitterness that Riley couldn’t quite place. She felt a stab of anger, but it was quickly overridden by the fear that gripped her. Rachel leaned in, her breath hot against Riley’s ear. “Your little pussy looks just like mine did before I grew into a woman,” she whispered, her voice filled with disdain.

The tears spilled over Riley’s lashes, tracing warm paths down her cheeks. She knew Rachel was right; she felt like a child playing in the adult world, out of her depth and utterly lost. Rachel’s words were a knife twisting in the wound of her self-esteem, but she had no energy to fight back. The room felt like it was closing in around her, the air thick with the scent of Rachel’s perfume and the unspoken expectations that hung in the air.

Rachel's voice grew softer, but no less demanding. "Put your feet up," she instructed, her gaze never leaving Riley's face. "Spread your legs wide for me. Let me see just how tight that little virgin pussy of yours really is."

Riley's heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest as she slowly lifted her legs, placing her feet on the edge of the bed. She took a deep, shaky breath, trying to ignore the way Rachel's eyes seemed to devour her. She spread her legs wide, feeling the cold air hit her exposed skin. Rachel's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of something unreadable crossing her features before she leaned in, her nose just inches from Riley's sex.

Riley's gaze darted around the room, seeking some kind of rescue or reprieve. She found none. Instead, she caught Claire's eyes, who gave her a small, almost imperceptible nod, mouthing the words, "Play along." The message was clear: if she wanted to survive this nightmare, she had to go along with whatever Rachel had planned for her.

Her heart racing, Riley took a deep breath and spread her legs wider, exposing herself fully to Rachel's scrutiny. Rachel leaned in closer, her eyes narrowed, a hint of curiosity mixing with the malice in her gaze. She reached out a hand, her fingertips brushing against Riley's inner thighs, sending a shiver down her spine. Rachel's touch was feather-light, almost gentle, as she pushed aside the folds of Riley's sex, revealing the small, untouched bud of her hymen.

"Well, well," Rachel murmured, her voice a mix of amazement and disgust. "Looks like you've been telling the truth, after all." Riley felt a strange mix of relief and humiliation, her body responding despite herself to Rachel's invasive touch. Rachel leaned in even closer, her nose almost touching Riley's sex. "Do you know what happens to a pussy like this in college?" Rachel asked, her voice a whisper that seemed to fill the room. "It gets used, abused, and tossed aside. It's a meat market out there, Riley, and you're the fresh meat."

Her fingertips traced a pattern on Riley's thigh, sending a shiver of fear and anticipation through her body. Rachel's eyes were dark with some unknown emotion as she leaned over Riley's vulnerable form. "Hold your pose," Rachel ordered, her voice low and authoritative. Riley nodded, her legs trembling as Rachel stood up and walked over to a desk in the corner of the room. She returned with a permanent marker in hand, the black tip gleaming in the dim light.

With a smirk that sent chills down Riley's spine, Rachel bent over her again, the tip of the marker poised just above her sex. Rachel's eyes never left hers as she began to write, the cold, hard pressure of the marker against her sensitive skin making Riley gasp. Rachel's hand was surprisingly steady, the letters bold and deliberate: 'VIRGIN SLUT'. Riley felt a wave of humiliation wash over her, her cheeks burning with the knowledge that she was being marked, claimed, by Rachel's cruel words.

As Rachel stepped back to admire her handiwork, Riley's mind raced. This was going to be a long night, and Rachel was clearly not going to be satisfied with simple dares. Rachel was a predator, and she had just marked her prey. The thought of what else Rachel might do to her was terrifying, but Riley knew she had to hold onto hope that Ellie, Aria, and Claire had something in mind to get her out of this. They had to know Rachel was dangerous, that this was escalating beyond their control.

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Holy smokes! Chapter 41! Well, let's do a review or two then!

Before I do though, who the hell says "Holy smokes" now days??? If I was 12 I could understand... Whatever.  It is what it is. Remind me to reprimand myself.


Chapter 40 review

The second Tyler walked into the room I immediately liked where this is going. More of the submissive body language from Riley. Excellent. Riley being told to spread her legs for Tyler is extraordinary. Really hot stuff. Love the humiliation aspect of her having to sit there like that while watching Ellie and Tyler. She must be going wild with unsatisfied arousal!

Love how you emphasized Ellie's ample breast to contrast Riley's tiny body. Adds another layer of embarrassment. Love how Tyler can clearly see Riley has no control being told she's not allowed to cum. It's mad, she's only just begun touching herself and already she's beginning to feel the pressure building while the couple haven't even started yet. Big fan of that!

This scene really does a great job of highlighting Ellie's sexual experience whereas Riley has... well, not much. At least with guys. Yet another layer of embarrassment. Well actually Riley does have some experience of course, but only at the say so of the girls. Plus I love how nearly of her experiences have been with a girl.

Riley must REALLY be squirming like mad having to watch such an erotic dance of two naked bodies right before her eyes. Her having to slow down being only option. Loving everything about this scene so far. Riley having to watch both of them get to cum as many times as they want in front of her while cannot is just phenomenal.

The way you're describing Riley's approaching orgasm is so erotic and brilliant. I can definitely feel a sense of her desperation. Like she's so desperate, yet she know she can't go over the edge lest she be severely punished yet again, and in front of a guy no less. The biting if the bottom lip will forever be sexy as fuck.

Riley's timidity is both very cute and very sexy when asked if she learnt anything. And Holy shite is Riley having to clean Ellie's pussy of Tyler's cum so sensationally exquisite! More degradation whilst Tyler watches. Everything about this scene is brilliant! Riley having to lick  Ellie's asshole of the mess Tyler made freaking blew my mind! So hot! You keep upping Riley's debasement more and more in the most creative ways! Keep it cumming!

I'd have like to have seen Riley bending over to get to Ellie's more hidden secrets which then gave Tyler a very explicit view of her backside, but no worries at all. Still loved everything that's happened.

I know my reviews are mostly focused on the erotic side of the story, but I have to say, I very much appreciate your style of writing. I've said before that you write with such femininity, but it's more than that. A certain eloquence and grace. The way you string your words together is so nice to read.

Overall a very fun chapter!

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Chapter 41 review

The submissive pose Riley naturally gets into is so good. She's been trained very well to be as obedient as humanly possible, so her naturally gravitating to that pose is wonderful.

"And Ellie's voice was a low purr as she slithered off the bed, her movements sinuous and feline. She picked up her discarded clothes, one by one, and began to dress herself with a casual ease that seemed to mock Riley's own nakedness. Riley couldn't help but watch as she slid her panties back over her still-swollen pussy, the fabric sticking slightly to her skin"

What an excellent paragraph. Whenever you put an emphasis on Riley's nakedness whilst everyone is dressed, or in this case, getting dressed is always outstanding. You can almost hear her silently begging to put on anything, even just panties. Very good stuff.

So far with chapter 40 and now 41, you've done an incredible job of showing just how dominant Ellie is and just how reluctant yet extremely obedient Riley is. The combined dance of reluctance and submission is perfect. It really is.

"As she stood there, her legs still shaking, she felt Tyler's gaze lingering on her exposed pussy, the evidence of her arousal still glossing her labia. She knew he could see everything—the way she was swollen with need, the way her clit was still pulsing with unfulfilled desire. It was a humiliating realization, one that made her stomach clench with a mix of fear and excitement"

I'm a big fan of the "only one naked" genre, so Riley standing there being the only one naked, with her engorged clitoris being heavily observed and her squirming is so bloody fantastic! Truly. Love scenes like this!

Riley seems terrified of getting into some random black vehicle undoubtedly heading to her impending doom, or in this case, more embarrassment. You did a great job illustrating how anxious she's feeling.

The "If she tells you to jump, you say how high" speech was great. It made you feel the dread Riley must by feeling by now. I can only imagine her anxiety should be through the roof and then some!

Love Riley's white panties displaying her intense arousal. Wet panties are always so much fun. I just got an image of Riley being told to stuff her panties inside of herself. I don't know why. Could you imagine how that'd feel. ☺ The way you describe both her innocence and loss of innocence at the same time was a nice touch. The dichotomy between the two

Love bottomlessness, so Riley having to stand in just shirt was very, very sexy. Her having to explicitly spell out why she was doing to herself in the shower adding yet more degradation was ridiculously fun. Rachel then touching her pussy was wonderfully erotic! Riley so embarrassed that she actually starts crying really conveying the message: She's desperately mortified. I feel bad for her and you feel you want to give her a hug, but sorry Riley, you're the main attraction.

" Rachel's smile grew even more sadistic. "And do you always finger your ass when you masturbate, Riley?" she asked, her tone dripping with disgust"

HOLY SHIT, how hot was that! So was this:


"Rachel's gaze grew more intense, her eyes boring into Riley's soul. "Tell me," she demanded, her voice cold and unyielding, "have you ever had a penis in your ass?"

Riley's heart raced, her cheeks flushing even darker. "N-no," she stuttered, her voice barely audible. "Never. Please, Rachel, don't make me..."

Jesus, you're hitting us with banger after banger here! This too is staggeringly hot:

" "Do you even have a pussy, Riley?" she sneered. "It looks like nothing more than a slit."

More only one naked. Love that a great deal!

This chapter started out a bit slow and i was wondering where this was going, but OH MY WORD did you deliver in the end!  (Pun intended) The pay off was astonishing! This was yet again another world class chapter.

This entire chapter from the moment they arrived Rachel's place was outside of this world stunning! Ten out of ten! Loved literally every single thing that happened between Rachel and Rachel! The way she spoke to Riley too was profoundly perfect!

Loved this chapter so much! The only thing I didn't like about this chapter is that it ended. The wait sucks, but you make the wait SO worth it!

Thanks Emily! ❤