TIS 297. 24 Wild Dom Play: The Orgy (5)

TIS 297. 24 Wild Dom Play: The Orgy (5)

“Okay, okay,” I said, holding up my hands. “So, I just act like an innocent guy, right? All shy and awkward, desperate for a sugar mommy?”

Celia smirked, her eyes sparkling as she leaned closer. “Just follow us, okay?”

I narrowed my eyes. “Follow? What do you mean foll—”

Before I could finish, Pearl surged forward, her usual playful smile turning downright dangerous. Her legs shimmered for a moment before morphing into thick, slick tentacles. They coiled around my legs with surprising strength and yanked me backward. I hit the bed with an ‘oof,’ the mattress dipping beneath me.

“What the—”

“Don’t move,” Pearl purred, her tentacles tightening around my ankles.

I barely had time to react before Diamond stepped in. Her legs also shifted, those tentacles slithering along the sheets like serpents with minds of their own. In seconds, my wrists were bound above my head, the cool, slick texture of her tentacles pinning me against the pillows.

I gave them a flat stare. “Wait, wait, wait. This doesn’t seem like the role. I thought I was supposed to be some awkward virgin trying to seduce a sugar mommy. This looks like… I don’t know… a group of dangerous women forcing an innocent boy to do their bidding.”

Camila leaned over me, her silver hair spilling past her shoulders as she grinned. “Close enough.”

I huffed. “Okay, fine. You guys do your best. But just know… I’ll do my best to seduce you.”

Olivia stepped up beside the bed, tilting her head as she admired the sight of me tied down. “Seduce us? While you’re tied up like this?”

I smirked, letting my eyes wander lazily down her figure. “Oh, believe me. I’m a pro at this.”

She flushed, biting her bottom lip, but quickly shook it off. “Big words for someone who can’t move an inch.”

“Big words from someone who’s already blushing,” I shot back.

Her eyes narrowed playfully. “Oh, you’re gonna regret that.”

The girls circled the bed like predators, exchanging glances without saying a word. I could feel their excitement thick in the air. The playful banter was just a warm-up.

Emma stepped forward, wringing her hands. Her cheeks were already glowing crimson. “S-so, um… what do we do first?”

I arched a brow. “Wait. You had this whole evil plan and didn’t even think about the first step?”

Ivy cackled from the other side of the bed. “We were improvising. Isn’t that part of the fun?”

“Improvising,” I muttered. “Yeah, that sounds about right.”

The room pulsed with heat and tension, the air thick with anticipation. My wrists and ankles were still bound by Diamond and Pearl's tentacles, slick and unyielding, anchoring me to the bed. The girls circled like sharks scenting blood, eyes gleaming with the thrill of the game. Their expressions ranged from playful curiosity to wicked determination. And me? Well, I was supposed to play the innocent, helpless virgin.

But I was an incubus.

And no matter how much they tried to flip the script, I loved being hunted.

Olivia ran her nails down my chest, her touch light and teasing. “Mmm… our poor little innocent boy,” she cooed, eyes twinkling with amusement. “Look at him. So helpless.”

I groaned on cue, tilting my head back. But a beat later, I grinned. “I’m not helpless, darling.”

The girls exchanged glances and snickered.

“Playing tough, huh?” Ivy said, climbing onto the bed and straddling my thighs. Her sharp grin sent a jolt through me. “But kinda cute, right?”

Emma, blushing, nodded shyly. “Yeah… it’s, um… kinda hot.”

“Hot?” Maria leaned against the headboard, eyes locked on me like a wolf considering her next meal. “He’s an incubus. We need to make him lose it. Make him beg.”

I shifted slightly against the restraints, the muscles in my arms flexing as I tested Diamond's grip. The tentacles squeezed tighter in response, like she was daring me to break free. I didn’t. Not yet.

Camila sauntered over, her hips swaying with each step. The predatory gleam in her eyes made my pulse quicken, but the smirk never left my lips. She perched on the edge of the bed, her thigh brushing against mine, and leaned down until her lips hovered just above mine. Her breath was warm, teasing, filled with that dangerous confidence that always got under my skin.

She chuckled softly, her mouth curving into a wicked smile before she kissed me—slow and deliberate. Her tongue teased mine, tasting me. When she pulled away, her eyes sparkled with triumph.

“I know you’re pretending,” she said, turning her head slightly to address the others. “That smirk. You think you’re still in control.”

The girls murmured in agreement, the realization dawning in their eyes.

But my smirk widened.

“Oh, I know I’m in control,” I said, voice low and smooth. My gaze locked on Camila’s as I licked my bottom lip slowly, making sure they all saw the amusement dancing behind my eyes. “What? You thought you were seducing me?” I gave a mock gasp. “That’s adorable.”

Camila’s confidence faltered for a split second.

The others froze.

And that’s when it hit them.

I saw it in their eyes. That flicker of doubt. That ‘oh shit’ moment as the truth settled like a weight on their chests.

“You feel it, don’t you?” I continued, voice practically dripping with smug satisfaction. “That warmth? That ache building inside you? That’s me.” I flexed my wrists slightly, the tentacles tightening in response. My body strained, not from weakness—but from the sheer thrill of the game.

“He’s enjoying this,” Olivia hissed. “Even tied up… he’s still the one messing with us.”

“Oh yeah,” Ivy agreed. “Look at that smug face. He’s playing innocent.”

Diamond tightened the tentacles around my wrists and leaned closer. “You want us to lose control, don’t you?” she murmured, eyes dark. “You’re just lying here, acting like prey… while you wait for us to pounce.”

I didn’t answer. Just tilted my head, let my lips curve into a slow, lazy smirk.

That did it.