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The livingroom was cozy, bathed in the golden light of a simple floor lamp. A half empty bottle of spiced rum sat on the coffee table between three people sprawled on plush pillows and a soft rug. Board game pieces were scattered everywhere; evidence of playful competition.
Felix sat cross-legged on the rug, his lean, muscular frame relaxed and deceptively casual. His sandy blonde hair falling boyishly over his dark brown eyes, which bespoke mischief. Beside him, Solen perched on her knees, long black hair cascading like a silken waterfall over her pale, delicate shoulders. Her blue eyes were bright and sparkling, her lips flushed with laughter and the evenings libations.
Across from them sat Anya, nearly six feet of sun-kissed beauty, her golden hair gleaming like honey. She looked like she'd walked straight off a runway; sharp cheekbones, long limbs, olive-toned skin glowing against the soft cream sweater hugging her figure.
They'd been teasing eachother all evening, the playful competitiveness escalating until Felix had smirked and suggested consequences for the losers.
"Alright, new rule." His voice had dropped low, silky and commanding. "Whoever wins the round gets to decide a punishment for the losers. Something...fun."
Solen had immediately narrowed her eyes, suspicion battling excitement. "Define fun."
Felix's smirk deepened. "Oh, love...you'll find out soon enough."
Anya laughed, low and throaty, her green eyes glinting. "This just got interesting."
The next round was tense, filled with mock glares and competitive banter. Solens delicate fingers trembled slightly as she reached for the final piece, victory just within grasp. But Felix moved with decisive speed, claiming the final spot before she could. His grin was maddeningly smug as he leaned back, arms crossed over his chest.
"And that, ladies," he declared, "is how its done."
Solen groaned dramatically and fell back onto the rug. "Nooooo! You rigged it!"
"Fair and square," Anya said, laughing as she sipped her rum and coke. "I saw it happen."
Felix's dark gaze slid between the two women, wicked intent gleaming in his eyes. "For your punishment," he said, drawing out the words. "I want you two to have a tickle fight. Winner stays free. Loser...well..." he let his smirk speak for itself. "She'll be mine to do with as I please."
Solens hands shot up, her blue eyes wide with indignation. "Felix!"
"Rules are rules, doll," he purred. "And you did agree to consequences."
Anya set her glass down with a dangerous smile. "Oh, I'm so in...you're going down Solen."
The two women circled eachother on the rug, Solen petite and lithe, Anya towering over her like a predatory cat. Felix watched, his posture relaxed, but his eyes sharp and unblinking.
"Begin." He instructed.
Solen struck first, darting forward with surprising speed. Her fingertips dug into Anya's ribs, eliciting an instant peel of laughter from the taller woman.
"Ahhh! You little brat!" Anya shrieked, laughter spilling out uncontrollably as she stumbled backwards. Solens hands were merciless, spidering up her sides and into her underarms with pinpoint accuracy.
Anya collapsed onto her knees, giggling wildly, trying to twist away. "Ahahahaha! Stop! Oh my god, Solen!"
"Oh no, no stopping," Solenn teased, her voice breathless with laughter of her own. "You're going down."
Felix leaned back against the couch, watching with predacious interest as the two women tangled, their laughter mingling in the air. His dark eyes followed every frantic move, every squeal, his tongue sliding across his lower lip as he drank in the sight.
Anya managed to shove Solen back slightly, gasping for breath. "You're evil!" She swung her long legs around, trying to trap Solens hips, but the smaller woman slipped free and dove right back in, tickling Anya's thighs with lighting fast squeezes.
Solen discovered Anya's weak spots quickly. She clawed at her sides, spidered her fingertips across her belly, and even went for her knees, eliciting howling laughter that made Anya collapse onto her back.
"No! Solen! I...Ahahahaha...I can't!"
"You're losing!" Solen sung triumphantly, straddling Anya's waist and going for her underarms again. Anya bucked and thrashed, her long blonde hair splaying out around her like a golden halo.
For a moment, it looked like Solen might win. Her smaller size gave her speed, and her fingers were ruthless.
But then Anya roared, a burst of strength and sheer willpower surging through her. She twisted violently, flipping Solen onto her back with a sudden, powerful motion.
Solen gasped, her arms flailing. "No! No, Anya, wait!"
"Oh, you're mine now," Anya growled, her voice full of wicked glee.
She pinned Solens hips with her thighs, her long fingers descending without mercy. Solen shrieked as Anya reached back and squeezed her thighs, and then slid mercilessly behind them.
"Ahahahaha! Noooo! ANYA PLEASE!" Solen screamed, thrashing wildly. Her laughter turned frantic, tears welling in her eyes as she kicked and writhed beneath her friend.
Anya leaned over her, grinning. "Give up, Solen. Say it."
"I...Ahahaha...I give! I GIVE!" Solen sobbed, her laughter breaking into hiccups as she finally surrendered.
Anya released her slowly, standing tall with triumph blazing in her green eyes. She tossed her hair back, breathing hard. "I win." she announced breathlessly. Then she turned to Felix, her smirk wicked and knowing. "Now, its my turn."
Felix rose with unhurried grace, his dark eyes alight. He stepped close to Anya, brushing his hand against her hip. Leaning down, he spoke against the shell of her ear, his voice low and breathy.
"Restrain her," he whispered. "To my bed."
Anya's lips parted on a soft gasp. Slowly, she turned her head, meeting his gaze. A slow, hungry smile spread across her face. "Gladly."
Solen froze, still gasping for breath. "Wait. What? No...no, no, no! Felix!"
Her protests fell on deaf ears. Anya grabbed her wrists and led her to Felix's bedroom, pushing her back onto the bed. Felix moved quickly, securing soft ties to the headboard. In moments, Solen was stretched out on the bed, her wrists and ankles bound, leaving her body open and vulnerable.
"You're both insane!" She giggled, yanking at the restraints, her chest heaved, pale skin flushed pink.
Felix cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking her skin in a gesture almost tender. "Insanely in love with you perhaps," he murmured. "But baby girl, you lost. And Anya gets her prize."
Anya knelt beside Solen on the bed, practically trembling with anticipation. Felix leaned close again, his lips barely brushing Anya's ear as he whispered instructions meant only for her.
"Start at her wrists," he said, voice like velvet and sin. "Feather-light touches, barely there. It'll drive her crazy before you even touch the real spots."
Anya's grin spread, slow and devious.
"Then move to her ribs. Dont stay long. Tease her sides, make her think you're moving lower, then go back up suddenly. She'll scream."
Anya shivered, biting her lower lip.
"And when shes gasping," Felix growled softly. "When she thinks shes safe...go for her underarms. Thats where she'll break."
Solens wide blue eyes darted between them, terror and arousal warring in her expression. "No, no Anya, please.. dont'"
"Oh, but I will." Anya purred.
Her fingertips began at Solens bound wrists, tracing slow, teasing patterns along the sensitive skin. Solens giggles were instant, uncontrollable.
"Ahhh! No! Stop, that tickles!"
Anyas smile widened. "Oh, this is just the beginning, bestie."
She glided her fingers down Solens forearms, drawing out the torment with anticipation, before dancing them across her ribs in sudden bursts of sensation. Solen shrieked, her back arching violently off the bed.
"Felix! Felix, help me!" She screamed between peels of laughter.
Felix simply sat back in a chair, his eyes glinting with dark satisfaction. "Help you?" He echoed. "Oh, darlin,' I planned this."
Anya followed every whispered instruction perfectly, her rhythm unpredictable and merciless. She teased Solens sides, making her squeal, then abruptly slid up to her ribs again, sending Solen into frantic, incoherent laughter.
By the time Anya reached her underarms, Solen was gasping, wild-eyed, trembling. When those long, wicked fingers finally dug into her most sensitive spots, Solen let out a scream so loud it echoed through the apartment.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO! AHAHAHAHA! MERCY! PLEASE!" She begged, thrashing uselessly against the bonds.
Anya leaned over her, hair brushing Solens tear streaked cheeks. "You're mine now, beautiful." She whispered.
Solens eyes flew to her boyfriend, a desperate, tearful plea shining in them. "Felix! Please! Make her stop! Please...no more!"
Felix slowly stood up, stretching like a panther waking from a nap. "Why would I stop her when you look this perfect?" His voice was calm, almost casual, and that only made Solen panic more.
He walked over to the bed, his steps unhurried. He leaned down, murmuring something into Anya's ear. Whatever he said made her grin slowly. She gave Solen a final teasing poke to the side before climbing off the bed.
Solen sagged in relief, letting out a shakey laugh. "Oh my god, thank you! Thank you!" She gasped, sucking in air. "I thought I was going to pass out."
Felix's smile didn't match her relief. He climbed onto the bed and straddled her hips, pinning her down with his weight. His hands hovered over her, wiggling his fingers like he was going for her ribs.
"No! Felix, please don't!" Solen begged, body tensing.
He smirked, then dove for her underarms instead, digging his fingers in brutal precision.
"NO! NOOOO! STOP!" Solen exploded, her laughter loud and hysterical. She threw her head back, body thrashing violently beneath him as she screamed. "NOT MY UNDERARMS! PLEASE!"
Felix grinned down at her, his fingers moving faster, switching between swirling, scratching and squeezing. "God, I love how sensitive you are here. You can't even handle it for a second, can you?"
"AHAHAHAHA STOP! I'M BEGGING YOU!" She screamed, tears streaming down her face.
"Say you love it," Felix taunted, leaning closer. "Say you want more."
"Never!"
"Then I guess I'll just keep going." He said simply.
And then, she felt it.
At first it was faint, like a ghost of a touch gliding up her right foot. She barely registered it over the chaos of Felix's attack. But then it came again, slower, more deliberate. Fingertips trailing along the arch of her foot, up and down, soft but unbearable.
Solen screamed, her body convulsing. "Noooo! What is that?! No, not my feet!"
Felix's grin widened. "Oh, thats not me."
Solens head jerked forward, eyes wide with horror. Anya stood at the foot of the bed, her green eyes alight. She had both of Solens feet at her mercy, her nails tracing lazy patterns up and down her tender soles.
"Noooo! Anya! Please!" Solen screamed, bucking against the restraints. "Not my feet! Anything but my feet!"
Anya giggled, dragging one nail slowly up Solens arch. "Dont complain to me, Felix told me to. He said these pretty feet are just as ticklish as your underarms."
"No! Please! They're worse!" Solen shrieked. "Please, Anya, don't do it!"
"I'm loving this, aren't you?" Anya said simply. She started wiggling her nails quickly over Solens toes, then sliding them down to the balls of her feet, alternating speed and pressure like Felix had instructed her.
Solen completely lost it, her laughter going silent for a moment before breaking into screams. Her back arched, toes curling, body trembling violently as she thrashed helplessly.
"Stop fighting, baby girl," Felix said calmly, still scribbling into her underarms. "You're just wasting energy."
"I CAN'T! PLEASE! I'M DYING!" She screamed, trying to twist away from both at once.
Felix leaned down, his mouth close to her ear. "Two sets of hands, Solen. You can't escape either of us."
Solens body shook violently, every muscle straining against the restraints. Tears streamed down her face as she laughed and screamed, begging for mercy that wasn't coming. Felix's taunting voice cut through her hysteria like a blade.
"Say it Solen," he ordered. "Tell us you want more."
"I CAN'T! I CAN'T!"
"Say it," he repeated, relentless. "Say that you love this."
She broke completely.
"I LOVE IT! I WANT MORE! PLEASE!" She sobbed.
Felix laughed softly, satisfied. "Thats my good, baby girl."
He shifted his weight forward, bracing one hand beside Solens head. His other hand cupped her jaw, tilting her head up so she had no choice but to meet his gaze. His voice dropped, low and intimate, the kind of tone that made her whole body shiver.
"Now," he murmured, leaning in low, his breath at her neck. "Dont you just want to get some revenge now, baby girl?" Felix's lips curved, slow and wicked. "Anya's been having her fun with you all night...dont you think its time you evened the score?"
Felix sat cross-legged on the rug, his lean, muscular frame relaxed and deceptively casual. His sandy blonde hair falling boyishly over his dark brown eyes, which bespoke mischief. Beside him, Solen perched on her knees, long black hair cascading like a silken waterfall over her pale, delicate shoulders. Her blue eyes were bright and sparkling, her lips flushed with laughter and the evenings libations.
Across from them sat Anya, nearly six feet of sun-kissed beauty, her golden hair gleaming like honey. She looked like she'd walked straight off a runway; sharp cheekbones, long limbs, olive-toned skin glowing against the soft cream sweater hugging her figure.
They'd been teasing eachother all evening, the playful competitiveness escalating until Felix had smirked and suggested consequences for the losers.
"Alright, new rule." His voice had dropped low, silky and commanding. "Whoever wins the round gets to decide a punishment for the losers. Something...fun."
Solen had immediately narrowed her eyes, suspicion battling excitement. "Define fun."
Felix's smirk deepened. "Oh, love...you'll find out soon enough."
Anya laughed, low and throaty, her green eyes glinting. "This just got interesting."
The next round was tense, filled with mock glares and competitive banter. Solens delicate fingers trembled slightly as she reached for the final piece, victory just within grasp. But Felix moved with decisive speed, claiming the final spot before she could. His grin was maddeningly smug as he leaned back, arms crossed over his chest.
"And that, ladies," he declared, "is how its done."
Solen groaned dramatically and fell back onto the rug. "Nooooo! You rigged it!"
"Fair and square," Anya said, laughing as she sipped her rum and coke. "I saw it happen."
Felix's dark gaze slid between the two women, wicked intent gleaming in his eyes. "For your punishment," he said, drawing out the words. "I want you two to have a tickle fight. Winner stays free. Loser...well..." he let his smirk speak for itself. "She'll be mine to do with as I please."
Solens hands shot up, her blue eyes wide with indignation. "Felix!"
"Rules are rules, doll," he purred. "And you did agree to consequences."
Anya set her glass down with a dangerous smile. "Oh, I'm so in...you're going down Solen."
The two women circled eachother on the rug, Solen petite and lithe, Anya towering over her like a predatory cat. Felix watched, his posture relaxed, but his eyes sharp and unblinking.
"Begin." He instructed.
Solen struck first, darting forward with surprising speed. Her fingertips dug into Anya's ribs, eliciting an instant peel of laughter from the taller woman.
"Ahhh! You little brat!" Anya shrieked, laughter spilling out uncontrollably as she stumbled backwards. Solens hands were merciless, spidering up her sides and into her underarms with pinpoint accuracy.
Anya collapsed onto her knees, giggling wildly, trying to twist away. "Ahahahaha! Stop! Oh my god, Solen!"
"Oh no, no stopping," Solenn teased, her voice breathless with laughter of her own. "You're going down."
Felix leaned back against the couch, watching with predacious interest as the two women tangled, their laughter mingling in the air. His dark eyes followed every frantic move, every squeal, his tongue sliding across his lower lip as he drank in the sight.
Anya managed to shove Solen back slightly, gasping for breath. "You're evil!" She swung her long legs around, trying to trap Solens hips, but the smaller woman slipped free and dove right back in, tickling Anya's thighs with lighting fast squeezes.
Solen discovered Anya's weak spots quickly. She clawed at her sides, spidered her fingertips across her belly, and even went for her knees, eliciting howling laughter that made Anya collapse onto her back.
"No! Solen! I...Ahahahaha...I can't!"
"You're losing!" Solen sung triumphantly, straddling Anya's waist and going for her underarms again. Anya bucked and thrashed, her long blonde hair splaying out around her like a golden halo.
For a moment, it looked like Solen might win. Her smaller size gave her speed, and her fingers were ruthless.
But then Anya roared, a burst of strength and sheer willpower surging through her. She twisted violently, flipping Solen onto her back with a sudden, powerful motion.
Solen gasped, her arms flailing. "No! No, Anya, wait!"
"Oh, you're mine now," Anya growled, her voice full of wicked glee.
She pinned Solens hips with her thighs, her long fingers descending without mercy. Solen shrieked as Anya reached back and squeezed her thighs, and then slid mercilessly behind them.
"Ahahahaha! Noooo! ANYA PLEASE!" Solen screamed, thrashing wildly. Her laughter turned frantic, tears welling in her eyes as she kicked and writhed beneath her friend.
Anya leaned over her, grinning. "Give up, Solen. Say it."
"I...Ahahaha...I give! I GIVE!" Solen sobbed, her laughter breaking into hiccups as she finally surrendered.
Anya released her slowly, standing tall with triumph blazing in her green eyes. She tossed her hair back, breathing hard. "I win." she announced breathlessly. Then she turned to Felix, her smirk wicked and knowing. "Now, its my turn."
Felix rose with unhurried grace, his dark eyes alight. He stepped close to Anya, brushing his hand against her hip. Leaning down, he spoke against the shell of her ear, his voice low and breathy.
"Restrain her," he whispered. "To my bed."
Anya's lips parted on a soft gasp. Slowly, she turned her head, meeting his gaze. A slow, hungry smile spread across her face. "Gladly."
Solen froze, still gasping for breath. "Wait. What? No...no, no, no! Felix!"
Her protests fell on deaf ears. Anya grabbed her wrists and led her to Felix's bedroom, pushing her back onto the bed. Felix moved quickly, securing soft ties to the headboard. In moments, Solen was stretched out on the bed, her wrists and ankles bound, leaving her body open and vulnerable.
"You're both insane!" She giggled, yanking at the restraints, her chest heaved, pale skin flushed pink.
Felix cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking her skin in a gesture almost tender. "Insanely in love with you perhaps," he murmured. "But baby girl, you lost. And Anya gets her prize."
Anya knelt beside Solen on the bed, practically trembling with anticipation. Felix leaned close again, his lips barely brushing Anya's ear as he whispered instructions meant only for her.
"Start at her wrists," he said, voice like velvet and sin. "Feather-light touches, barely there. It'll drive her crazy before you even touch the real spots."
Anya's grin spread, slow and devious.
"Then move to her ribs. Dont stay long. Tease her sides, make her think you're moving lower, then go back up suddenly. She'll scream."
Anya shivered, biting her lower lip.
"And when shes gasping," Felix growled softly. "When she thinks shes safe...go for her underarms. Thats where she'll break."
Solens wide blue eyes darted between them, terror and arousal warring in her expression. "No, no Anya, please.. dont'"
"Oh, but I will." Anya purred.
Her fingertips began at Solens bound wrists, tracing slow, teasing patterns along the sensitive skin. Solens giggles were instant, uncontrollable.
"Ahhh! No! Stop, that tickles!"
Anyas smile widened. "Oh, this is just the beginning, bestie."
She glided her fingers down Solens forearms, drawing out the torment with anticipation, before dancing them across her ribs in sudden bursts of sensation. Solen shrieked, her back arching violently off the bed.
"Felix! Felix, help me!" She screamed between peels of laughter.
Felix simply sat back in a chair, his eyes glinting with dark satisfaction. "Help you?" He echoed. "Oh, darlin,' I planned this."
Anya followed every whispered instruction perfectly, her rhythm unpredictable and merciless. She teased Solens sides, making her squeal, then abruptly slid up to her ribs again, sending Solen into frantic, incoherent laughter.
By the time Anya reached her underarms, Solen was gasping, wild-eyed, trembling. When those long, wicked fingers finally dug into her most sensitive spots, Solen let out a scream so loud it echoed through the apartment.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO! AHAHAHAHA! MERCY! PLEASE!" She begged, thrashing uselessly against the bonds.
Anya leaned over her, hair brushing Solens tear streaked cheeks. "You're mine now, beautiful." She whispered.
Solens eyes flew to her boyfriend, a desperate, tearful plea shining in them. "Felix! Please! Make her stop! Please...no more!"
Felix slowly stood up, stretching like a panther waking from a nap. "Why would I stop her when you look this perfect?" His voice was calm, almost casual, and that only made Solen panic more.
He walked over to the bed, his steps unhurried. He leaned down, murmuring something into Anya's ear. Whatever he said made her grin slowly. She gave Solen a final teasing poke to the side before climbing off the bed.
Solen sagged in relief, letting out a shakey laugh. "Oh my god, thank you! Thank you!" She gasped, sucking in air. "I thought I was going to pass out."
Felix's smile didn't match her relief. He climbed onto the bed and straddled her hips, pinning her down with his weight. His hands hovered over her, wiggling his fingers like he was going for her ribs.
"No! Felix, please don't!" Solen begged, body tensing.
He smirked, then dove for her underarms instead, digging his fingers in brutal precision.
"NO! NOOOO! STOP!" Solen exploded, her laughter loud and hysterical. She threw her head back, body thrashing violently beneath him as she screamed. "NOT MY UNDERARMS! PLEASE!"
Felix grinned down at her, his fingers moving faster, switching between swirling, scratching and squeezing. "God, I love how sensitive you are here. You can't even handle it for a second, can you?"
"AHAHAHAHA STOP! I'M BEGGING YOU!" She screamed, tears streaming down her face.
"Say you love it," Felix taunted, leaning closer. "Say you want more."
"Never!"
"Then I guess I'll just keep going." He said simply.
And then, she felt it.
At first it was faint, like a ghost of a touch gliding up her right foot. She barely registered it over the chaos of Felix's attack. But then it came again, slower, more deliberate. Fingertips trailing along the arch of her foot, up and down, soft but unbearable.
Solen screamed, her body convulsing. "Noooo! What is that?! No, not my feet!"
Felix's grin widened. "Oh, thats not me."
Solens head jerked forward, eyes wide with horror. Anya stood at the foot of the bed, her green eyes alight. She had both of Solens feet at her mercy, her nails tracing lazy patterns up and down her tender soles.
"Noooo! Anya! Please!" Solen screamed, bucking against the restraints. "Not my feet! Anything but my feet!"
Anya giggled, dragging one nail slowly up Solens arch. "Dont complain to me, Felix told me to. He said these pretty feet are just as ticklish as your underarms."
"No! Please! They're worse!" Solen shrieked. "Please, Anya, don't do it!"
"I'm loving this, aren't you?" Anya said simply. She started wiggling her nails quickly over Solens toes, then sliding them down to the balls of her feet, alternating speed and pressure like Felix had instructed her.
Solen completely lost it, her laughter going silent for a moment before breaking into screams. Her back arched, toes curling, body trembling violently as she thrashed helplessly.
"Stop fighting, baby girl," Felix said calmly, still scribbling into her underarms. "You're just wasting energy."
"I CAN'T! PLEASE! I'M DYING!" She screamed, trying to twist away from both at once.
Felix leaned down, his mouth close to her ear. "Two sets of hands, Solen. You can't escape either of us."
Solens body shook violently, every muscle straining against the restraints. Tears streamed down her face as she laughed and screamed, begging for mercy that wasn't coming. Felix's taunting voice cut through her hysteria like a blade.
"Say it Solen," he ordered. "Tell us you want more."
"I CAN'T! I CAN'T!"
"Say it," he repeated, relentless. "Say that you love this."
She broke completely.
"I LOVE IT! I WANT MORE! PLEASE!" She sobbed.
Felix laughed softly, satisfied. "Thats my good, baby girl."
He shifted his weight forward, bracing one hand beside Solens head. His other hand cupped her jaw, tilting her head up so she had no choice but to meet his gaze. His voice dropped, low and intimate, the kind of tone that made her whole body shiver.
"Now," he murmured, leaning in low, his breath at her neck. "Dont you just want to get some revenge now, baby girl?" Felix's lips curved, slow and wicked. "Anya's been having her fun with you all night...dont you think its time you evened the score?"
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