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Previous part: Part 14.

He remained silent for a moment, his touch gentle as if weighing my words. "You’re a good girl, my birdie," he murmured, his voice warm with praise for my willingness to amend my mistake. He paused briefly, pulling back slightly before turning toward Haley. I followed his gaze; she was no longer panting but watching us silently, a slight trace of empathy in her eyes as if she regretted my punishment.

"I think I know how you can make it up to me, my birdie," he said, his voice soft yet laced with unmistakable intent.

His words took me by surprise, and I found myself overwhelmed with an almost desperate urge to please him, to rectify my error as quickly as possible. "Anything, Master… anything," I responded, surprised at the need in my own voice.

He turned to me, gently stroking my face. "That’s what I like to hear. my birdie wants to be good today."

"Yes, Master. Let me make it right," I murmured, my voice filled with determination.

"Alright," he replied softly, moving away and walking toward Haley. He knelt beside her and murmured, "Little doll, I need your help."

"Master," Haley answered respectfully, though a faint trace of concern lingered in her gaze. "Don’t you think you may have been a little too harsh on her? Maybe you could let it go now."

"my dolly, you know discipline is important," he replied, his voice firm but affectionate. "Besides, it’s she who insists."

"Yes, I know, Master… it’s just that I don’t like seeing her this way," Haley admitted, her eyes flashing with a hint of sympathy.

Hearing her say that filled me with an unexpected warmth in my chest. Though I knew I had deserved the punishment, realizing Haley cared about me reaffirmed the genuineness of our friendship. That gesture made me feel even guiltier for the fleeting jealousy I had felt moments earlier, watching her with the Master.

"Don’t worry, little doll," he said, his voice soft yet unwavering. "She’s already been punished. I don’t need to continue whipping her, but I do need your help." His tone took on a tenderness that seemed directed at both of us. "Will you help me, my dolly?"

Haley nodded, her expression softening further. "Of course, Master."

"Good. Lie on your back," he instructed, his voice calm and steady.

Haley obeyed without hesitation, lying down gently, her demeanor calm and open to whatever he required.

The Master turned to me, a faint smile on his lips that left little to the imagination. "Come here, my birdie," he said, his tone making me feel small and yet compelled to move closer.

I walked toward him, my hands trembling as I instinctively rubbed my sore backside. The pain was still there, a constant sting that reminded me of what had happened. Yet, despite that, I couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of discomfort and something I didn’t fully understand—something that made me crave his presence even more. There was a tingling that felt… good.

I wasn’t supposed to enjoy my punishment, but I couldn’t deny how much this situation aroused me. I wondered what the Master expected of me. Why had he asked Haley to lie on her back? I thought perhaps he wanted an apology in the form of a blowjob, but… could he want to see us play together? The idea made me blush, embarrassment flooding me.

Or… did he want a threesome? That thought intimidated me slightly; I didn’t know if I was ready, but I didn’t want to disappoint him. After all, I believed deep down that it wasn’t my decision to make—it was his.

I stopped in front of him, where he remained crouched beside Haley. Her cheeks were flushed, something I rarely saw on her, almost as if she were embarrassed.

"Since you hid and decided not to participate… you should at least help clean up, don’t you think?" His tone carried a nuance that left me utterly puzzled.

"Clean up…?" I whispered, my voice barely audible, as my gaze darted between them, trying to comprehend. Before I could say anything more, the Master, with deliberate calm, took Haley’s legs and spread them slowly. My breath hitched at the intimacy of the gesture, and a wave of heat flushed through my neck.

I blushed from head to toe as I realized he wanted me to clean Haley’s thighs and center. It wasn’t that the idea repulsed me, but the mere fact that the Master was watching made the embarrassment overwhelming.

Still, the thought of disappointing him spurred me into action, pushing me past my hesitation even as my heart raced and heat burned my cheeks. I wanted him to see that I was a good girl, his good girl, and that it had never been my intention to fail him. All I wanted was to serve him, to show my gratitude for saving me from the streets.

Trembling and breathing unevenly, I knelt between Haley’s legs. I could feel the Master’s gaze locked on me, scrutinizing my every movement, his eyes delving into the very core of my being.

Haley’s center was red and swollen, and I couldn’t help but blush at how thoroughly the Master had taken her. The sight reminded me of the need simmering within me—the unfulfilled desire of being so close to climaxing. A pang of envy rippled through me as I realized she had experienced the fullness of him while I was still left wanting.

Perhaps, if I hadn’t hidden, I would have shared that moment with them… but somehow, the idea left me frozen. I didn’t feel ready to take that step, even though I knew it would ultimately be the Master’s decision.

I realized I’d been lost in my thoughts, kneeling there motionless between her thighs. Heat rushed to my face as I noticed my hesitation. Haley, still visibly flushed, seemed confused by my delay, and my eyes instinctively sought the Master’s. His penetrating gaze held a tinge of impatience.

My heart pounded, and I felt my face burn. I couldn’t keep them waiting any longer. Summoning my resolve, I began to lick Haley’s thighs and center, focusing on the taste of her fluids mingled with the Master’s essence to distract myself from the shame of being watched. God, she tasted so good…

My body burned, every pulse pleading for his attention, even as I tried to focus solely on pleasing her. Yet, I didn’t feel worthy of that pleasure; I had let the Master down. My sole aim should have been to serve and redeem myself before him.

Even so, it was almost impossible to ignore how much I trembled at the softness of her skin and the sweet-salty taste of the mingled fluids. Every brush against Haley’s lips ignited something deep within me—a need I tried to suppress, reminding myself that my pleasure was not what mattered.

I resisted the urge to address my own need. Instead, I gripped Haley’s thighs tightly, feeling her body respond to my touch. A small gasp escaped her lips, sending a shiver through me.

I buried my face between her thighs, feeling her warmth, and began to lick and suck with determination. My tongue explored every fold, searching for the delicious taste mingling within her juices. Each movement seemed to elicit a slight shiver from her body. A soft moan escaped her, encouraging me to continue, now even more eager to please.

Suddenly, a noise pulled me out of my focus. It wasn’t a moan. I looked up to meet Haley’s eyes, which now held a flicker of nervousness, though she didn’t look away. Then I heard the sound again and turned to look at the Master. He was touching himself, his gaze fixed on us.

Heat from embarrassment rushed to my face, but at the same time, a wave of relief washed over me. Knowing I was pleasing him in some way made me feel good, despite the intense shame enveloping me.

I returned to my task, "cleaning" Haley with renewed vigor. Something inside me recognized that pleasing her pleased him, and that realization spurred me on, fueling the certainty that I was fulfilling my purpose.

Haley moaned louder as I continued to lick and suck with dedication. That sound spurred me further; gently but resolutely, I began to suck on her clit, drawing a louder moan from her. I wasn’t just doing it to please her—I was giving the Master the spectacle he desired.

Another of Haley’s moans reached my ears, deeper this time, and I looked up at him. The light had grown brighter, just enough for me to see him clearly. His firm, perfect body, his intense eyes—they watched my every move. His face displayed an expression of pleasure, and the low, rough sound of his groans filled my ears. God, there was something indescribably good about hearing that sound, knowing I was fulfilling my purpose.

I turned back to my task, aware of the Master in my peripheral vision as he moved slowly until he was behind me. Feeling him so close, watching me, with my openings completely exposed to him… God, my dripping wet pussy throbbed intensely. I forced myself to focus on pleasing Haley despite the overwhelming need coursing through me, licking and sucking as she trembled beneath my tongue.

Then, I felt the Master’s hands grip my hips, and my heart raced wildly. Before I could react, I felt him push deep into me, stretching me, drawing a muffled moan from me against Haley’s core.

A wave of relief washed over me as I realized the Master was using me. In that moment, it felt liberating—like I was truly forgiven.

The Master stayed still inside me for a moment, letting me feel his entire length, his girth, as my walls adjusted to him. Each second he remained there, unmoving, my body burned with a mix of pleasurable pain and growing need. I could hear my own ragged breathing, muffled by Haley’s thighs. My face remained buried in her heat, but my mind was entirely consumed by the man behind me.

Finally, the Master began to move. His thrusts were slow at first, deliberate, as if he wanted me to feel every inch, every push. His pace gradually quickened, and with each thrust, my face pressed deeper between Haley’s legs, forcing me to lick and suck to maintain balance. The glide of my tongue against her made Haley moan even louder, her sounds of pleasure reverberating in my ears like an intoxicating echo.

My cheeks burned as I fully grasped what was happening: he had decided this would be a threesome. The surprise and nervousness swept through me like a storm, leaving a whirlpool of emotions in their wake. Yet, amidst the chaos, a soothing realization dawned—this was entirely his decision.

Though I’d never been in such a situation before and fear clawed at my chest, there was something deeply comforting in knowing it wasn’t mine to decide. I reminded myself of my place, at his feet, as his possession. My will was irrelevant; I existed solely to fulfill his desires, and knowing that brought me a strange peace.

My insecurities and doubts didn’t matter because he knew what was best. His absolute dominance over me not only defined me but also strengthened me. The more I thought about it, the clearer my purpose became: to obey him without reservation and surrender myself entirely to his will, because that was what it meant to be his.

I felt suffocated by the intoxicating scent of Haley, her essence filling every corner of my senses as my lips remained trapped between her thighs. The taste of her juices, warm and sweet, mingled with the trembling that coursed through my body. Behind me, the Master continued to thrust powerfully, each movement drawing moans from me that I could barely contain. God, it felt so good I could hardly bear it. The pleasure was overwhelming, and I let out a muffled moan against Haley’s body, releasing some of the pent-up desire within me.

Haley couldn’t hold back any longer. I felt her tense under my tongue before climaxing, her essence soaking my face. I eagerly swallowed her delicious juices, my tongue continuing to explore her with passion as if trying to capture every last drop of her pleasure. My heart pounded wildly, lost in her taste and the force of the Master’s unrelenting thrusts, each one driving me further from control.

The Master didn’t stop. His firm hands gripped my hair, pulling it with authority. I felt him lift me from between Haley’s thighs, the cool air contrasting with the heat that enveloped me. I gasped between moans, my body trembling, my legs barely holding me up. Without giving me time to think, the Master gently pushed me down onto Haley. Our faces were mere inches apart, and as I looked at her, I saw the flush on her cheeks, the brightness in her eyes.

Our lips met in a passionate kiss before I could react. It was a clash of emotions: shame, desire, submission. I could still taste her on my tongue, mingling with the sensation of being completely trapped between the two of them. The Master behind me, Haley in front of me, and me utterly lost, completely surrendered to their desires.

My entire body trembled, on the verge of collapse. The pleasure was so overwhelming that I felt I couldn’t hold back any longer. I moaned deeply into Haley’s mouth as our tongues intertwined desperately, as if we were trying to merge in that moment. And then it happened—the orgasm hit me like a crashing wave. My body convulsed, and I felt myself begin to gush between my thighs, my wetness dripping down and blending with the intensity he was stirring within me. It was such an intense release that my mind went completely blank.

Relief washed over me, but a flicker of worry crossed my mind. What would happen for not having asked the Master’s permission? My eyes sought his anxiously, but when I saw him so focused, moving with relentless force inside me, I realized he didn’t care. His attention was on something much greater: possessing me entirely, using me without interruptions, without restraints.

Haley and I didn’t stop kissing, our moans muffled in each other’s mouths, our desperate breaths mingling. But despite that connection, I couldn’t ignore the dominant presence of the Master behind me, dictating every movement. His cock throbbed inside me, sending shivers down my spine—a reminder that my entire body belonged to him.

And then I felt it: the tension in him, the way his movements became more erratic before he exploded. My body shuddered again as I felt his seed flood me, spilling inside with an indescribable warmth that made me moan even louder. His deep, powerful roar echoed through the room, a sound that sent waves of pleasure through me, as though his release amplified my own.

Finally, my body gave in. I collapsed onto Haley, panting, my strength completely drained. I could feel her ragged breath beneath me, her chest rising and falling in rhythm with mine. The Master withdrew slowly, leaving a trail of heat and satisfaction as he settled onto the mattress. My entire being trembled, still marked by the intensity of the moment, and a small smile of relief crossed my lips—I had fulfilled my purpose.

I slid away from Haley and crawled toward the Master, desperately seeking his warmth and closeness, as if only he could anchor me after all we had shared. Haley wasn’t far behind, and together we nestled beside him. He lay in the center, solid and firm, the axis that connected us, the man to whom we both belonged.

I rested my head on his warm chest, letting the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the cadence of his breathing dissipate the lingering tension in my body. Each beat was like a promise: he was no longer angry with me. The punishment was over, and I had found my place at his side once more. It was such a comforting sensation that it almost brought me to tears.

When I glanced up, my eyes met Haley’s on the other side of the Master. She mirrored my posture, her face resting against his chest, and for the first time, our gazes crossed without that spark of competition. Instead, I felt a kind of understanding. I couldn’t help but give her a subtle smile, small but genuine.

For the first time, I realized that this—being together, the three of us—was right. The Master had always been right: this was where I belonged, not just at his feet but also beside Haley. There, in his embrace, everything fit into place.

I couldn’t deny that in the past, jealousy had consumed me and the sense of competition had tormented me. But in that moment, those feelings melted away. I looked at Haley and no longer saw her as a rival but as something more. She was a companion, someone to share my devotion to him with. I understood what the Master had wanted to show us with this trio: we weren’t adversaries but part of something greater, something he had created to unite us.

It was the first time we had been like this, the three of us together, and I felt complete. This was what he wanted for us: to be whole, to share our surrender together, and to better serve his will. In that moment, I saw my future clearly. With Haley by my side and the Master guiding us, I knew this was my place, and for the first time, I felt at peace.

I felt his hand glide tenderly through my hair, and as I closed my eyes, a single thought filled my mind: if this was a dream, I hoped never to wake...