The rules of her game

Chapter 1

The wide white yacht “Cassandra”, rocking on a barely noticeable swell, was the only source of light in the velvet darkness of the night. Her deck, covered with soft mattresses and thrown silk pillows, resembled a siren's lair.

In the center of this splendor was she - Karina. Her body, tanned and well-groomed, was dressed in nothing - a short red chiffon robe that hinted rather than concealed. The hem of the robe fell open, revealing long legs and a flat stomach, and the thin fabric sharply outlined her high, firm chest. She reclined on the pillows like a sultana, watching her two lions. In one hand

she lazily swirled a glass of champagne, the bubbles of which rose to the gold rim like tiny pearls.

Mark, her main lover, was the picture of confidence. Tall, with a chest like a wheel and thick dark hair, he lounged in the chair opposite, his gaze, heavy and wet, slid over Karina, as if stroking her. He was the master here by right of strength and desire.

— It’s boring, boys,” Karina said languidly, her voice was low, with a hoarseness that made you shudder. “Did you come here to remain silent for my birthday?”

She put down her glass and slowly stood up. The chiffon robe rustled like snakeskin. Her gaze slid from Mark to Alex, and a mischievous, dangerous light flashed in her eyes. She knew about their hidden rivalry and intended to inflame it in full force.

The first victim of her game was Mark. She walked towards him, the movements of her hips as smooth as the rocking of a yacht. Stopping in front of his chair, she slowly, without taking her eyes off, untied the belt of her robe. The fabric slipped silently from her shoulders, falling onto the deck in a silken puddle. She stood before him completely naked, bathed in moonlight, defiantly beautiful.

Mark didn’t have to wait long. With a growl full of animal passion, he pulled her towards him, sitting her on his powerful thighs. His lips pressed roughly against hers, his hands immediately cupping her breasts, his thumbs rubbing irritatingly over her nipples, making them harden. Karina answered him with the same wildness, digging her nails into his shoulders, her body arched, pressing against him. She knew Alex was watching, and that knowledge made the kiss a thousand times sweeter.

Alex watched, clutching his untouched glass. A wave of burning jealousy rolled up to my throat. He saw Karina's back tense under Mark's palms and heard her muffled moan. He was burning. But the thought of the diagnosis, of the possible consequences, was like an icy shower. He was trapped: his body demanded participation, and his mind screamed about danger.

- Why are you silent, Alex? Are you jealous? “She whispered, sliding off Mark’s lap and walking over to him.

- No, Karina, it’s just... - his voice broke. He couldn’t say it out loud, couldn’t desecrate this beautiful night with his “dirty” secret.

Mark snorted, leaning back in his chair.

- Don’t pay attention, dear. Today he is all about his formulas and calculations. Nerd, as is.

He ​​said this with good-natured contempt that made Alex's fists clench.

— No settlements today,” she whispered right in his ear, and her hot breath made him clench in anticipation. - Just me... you... and him.

Her lips were very close to his. Alex felt the ground disappear from under his feet. He saw drops of champagne on her lower lip, saw the dark abyss of desire in her eyes. And at that moment he realized that his secret might become the main participant in their crazy night today. The border between him and the paradise he so desperately wanted to enter.

Chapter 2

From hidden speakers flowed languid, rhythmic music, whose beat merged with the rhythmic tapping of the yacht’s hull on the waves. The luxurious cabin with panoramic windows, behind which the black abyss of the sea splashed, now seemed like a temple of vice. Its center was a huge round bed covered with black velvet.

Karina stood in front of them, still naked, her skin under the soft light of the gilded marble sconce. Her eyes, dark and shiny, like wet obsidian, slid over the men, assessing, weighing their desire. She saw the hungry fire in Mark's eyes and the smoldering but constrained passion in Alex's gaze. This difference turned her on the most.

— It seems that you are both overdressed for such a holiday,” she said, and there was a commanding steel in her voice.

She slowly walked up to Mark, who had already taken off his shirt, revealing a torso covered in a light layer of sweat. His member, powerful and confident, like himself, was already tense in anticipation. Her fingers slid to the small of his back and she deftly undid his belt buckle, then his zipper. The fabric slid heavily to the floor. She then turned to Alex. He froze like a deer in headlights. Her touch was just as slow and methodical as she peeled his clothes off like the wrapping of an expensive gift, revealing his slender, toned body. His erection was no less strong, but he seemed fragile, vulnerable against the background of Mark's brute strength.

— Lie down,” she ordered Alex, pointing to the center of the bed.

He ​​obeyed, his back pressed against the cool velvet. Karina glanced at the two excited men standing on either side of the bed. She was the conductor, and they were her orchestra.

Then she leaned over. Her lips, full and soft, closed around Mark's head. She took her time playing with him, swallowing him little by little, watching his stomach tighten and her fingers dig into the velvet cover. Her tongue made complex, masterly movements, and it was clear that she knew his every erogenous zone.

At the same time, she glanced at Alex, who was lying behind her. No words were needed. Mark, understanding her silent order, roughly turned Karina over, forcing her onto all fours, her mouth still occupied with him. Now her firm, perfect buttocks were raised upward, right towards Alex's face. He froze for a moment, overcome by a mixture of shame and incredible excitement. But the desire was stronger. He pressed himself against her, his hands grasping her hips, and his tongue plunged into her wet, secret socket.

But the feast had to go on. Karina slowly pulled away from Mark, leaving his dick glistening and throbbing with her saliva. She turned her head towards Alex, her lips wet and swollen.

— Now it’s your turn, Alex,” she whispered, her eyes shining with promise.

It was at this moment that Alex’s patience ran out. He froze, his face distorted by a grimace of painful shame. He reached for his pants, which were lying on the floor, and with trembling fingers took out a small square package from his pocket. Bright, acid-gold condom. The sound of him tearing the foil was deafeningly loud, like a gunshot, breaking the magic of the moment.

- What is this? — Karina’s voice was cold as ice.

Her eyebrows rose. She saw Alex's embarrassment, but this deliberate, humiliating precaution seemed to her a personal insult.

Mark snorted: “Oh my God, Alex, seriously?” Your paranoia again?

Alex closed his eyes for a second, his fingers squeezing the thin latex ring. He felt like he was burning inside. Humiliation and fear fought within him.

— I... I can’t live without him,” he managed, his voice hoarse and broken. He couldn't look up at her.

- Can’t? — Karina rose on her knees, her pose became threatening. - Why? Because of me?

- No! It’s not about you...” he swallowed the lump in his throat. The pressure, the angry look of his partner, Mark’s mocking laughter - all this broke him. - It’s me... I... the doctors told me. There is a problem. STD. I signed the papers... I must...

He ​​blurted it out in one breath, and dead silence reigned in the cabin. Not even music could fill this void.

- That's it! - she exclaimed. “That’s why you’re so stiff today!” My poor, sick boy.

Her words were as sharp as a blade. Humiliating. But there was no disgust in her eyes. A new, even more depraved interest flared up there. This news did not frighten her, but, on the contrary, added spice. She saw his pain, his shame, and it made him even more desirable in her eyes - broken, vulnerable, in need of her mercy.

— Well,” she drawled, and her voice became silky again, but now there was a dangerous game in it. - Since you are so responsible... Let's not break the rules.

She nodded to him to put on a condom. His fingers trembled as he pulled the thin film over his erect member. The golden latex contrasted sharply with his pale skin, a glaring symbol of his flaw.

While she was busy with Alex, Mark, who couldn’t stand inaction, came up from behind. He roughly spread her buttocks, his fingers lubricating her with her own juices, and without further ado, in one powerful movement, he entered her from behind. Karina screamed loudly, not from pain, but from pleasure, her scream was muffled by Alex's dick in her mouth.

They moved like this for several minutes: Mark, furiously and deeply entering her wet flesh from behind, and Alex, with a voluptuous face, watching his rubberized penis slide between her lips.

Then Karina changed everything again. She pushed Alex away and slipped out of Mark's arms. “It’s different now,” she said, lying on her back and pulling Alex towards her. - You are into me.

Alex, still wearing a condom, found himself between her spread legs. His body trembled with tension. He entered her, and the velvety warmth of her insides, even through the latex, made his eyes roll back. But that was not all. Karina turned her head to Mark, who was kneeling next to her face.

— And you... stay here,” she ordered, and her lips closed on Mark’s penis again.

Alex fucked her harder and harder, as if he wanted to grind the condom, his illness, and everything in the world into powder. He saw her eyes roll back in pleasure, felt her legs tighten on his lower back. He saw Mark kneeling over her face, throwing his head back and growling, his fist clenching and unclenching in the air, preparing for another fight.

It was chaos. It was the geometry of depravity. And at the center of this hurricane was Karina, an absolute and omnipotent goddess who turned someone else's shame into the sharpest instrument of her pleasure.

Chapter 3

The silence in the cabin was deceptive. It was filled with intermittent breathing, a wet squelching sound and the subtle rustle of latex. It seemed that the atmosphere itself was charged to the limit, ready to flare up from any spark.

Karina lay on her back, her body covered with a thin film of sweat, shining in the soft light like polished bronze. Her chest heaved heavily, but there was no fatigue in her eyes - only a predatory, insatiable gleam. She watched as Mark and Alex recovered from the previous round. Mark, powerful and self-confident, was ready again, his dick proudly rising above his powerful thighs, as if he had never gotten tired. Alex sat leaning against the headboard, his gaze vacant, his fingers nervously fingering the edge of the gold condom wrapper. He was in love with her, and every time he had to put on that damn elastic band, something broke in his soul.

But Karina had no time for his torment. Her mind, sharp and inventive, was already building a new, most piquant act of their night. The idea of ​​double penetration, of being filled by both of them at the same time, taking the situation with Alex's diagnosis to its logical and depraved climax, made her blood run faster.

— Mark,” her voice sounded hoarse and authoritative. - Lie down.

Mark obediently sank to the center of the bed, his body sank into the soft folds of the sheet. He looked at Karina with the expectation of a predator who knows that the prey itself goes into the mouth.

Karina slowly stood up. Her movements were smooth, but full of hidden strength. She was like a panther about to pounce. She walked up to Mark, her gaze sliding over his erect member and then down to Alex.

— And you, Alex, watch and learn how to obey,” she said to the man over her shoulder, and a mocking smile touched her lips.

She knelt over Mark, her hands resting on his muscular chest for support. She was facing him, her gaze now fixed on Alex, who was sitting next to him, a mixture of desire and anticipation in his eyes. Slowly, with theatrical deliberateness, she lowered herself onto Mark's penis. But not where he expected.

She directed him to her anus. Mark gasped in surprise, his hands instinctively digging into her hips. He was used to her vagina, to its wet, welcoming tightness. The anus was a different territory - tighter, forbidden, requiring preparation and trust, which Karina was now demonstratively giving him.

— Relax, handsome,” she whispered, feeling his tension transmitting to her. - This is not a plumbing pipe.

She fell slowly, millimeter by millimeter, overcoming the resistance of her own body. Her face was distorted by a grimace of concentration and pain mixed with pleasure. She felt him stretch her, fill her, enter her very depths. When he entered fully, she froze, her head thrown back, a long, moaning exhale escaping her throat. She sat on him like on a throne, feeling every pulsation of his penis inside her body.

And then her gaze, heavy and full of promises, fell on Alex. He was still jerking off, his eyes glued to the place where his lovers' bodies joined.

— Stop playing with yourself,” she said, the steel in her voice again. “I have a better job for you.”

She leaned forward, resting her hands on Mark's chest, changing the angle. Her breasts were hanging down, her nipples brushing against Mark's skin. She was right in front of Alex's face.

— Now you will be in my mouth,” she whispered. - And don’t you dare get distracted.

Alex, caught by surprise, froze. His cock, hard and ready, was a centimeter from her lips. Karina, without stopping rhythmic movements on Mark’s penis, opened her mouth wide and took Alex inside.

The feeling was surreal. From behind, in her tightest and most forbidden place, Mark was filling her, his powerful thrusts forcing her entire body to move back and forth. From the front, her mouth was occupied by Alex and her head moved in the same rhythm as her hips. She was completely occupied, torn between two men, between two types of penetration. She felt Alex's smooth latex on her tongue and Mark's living, hot flesh in her depths. This contrast drove her crazy. She sucked Alex with ferocious passion, her lips and tongue working tirelessly while her anal sphincter clenched around Mark, responding to his every thrust.

Mark, feeling her wild contractions, groaned and sped up. His hands, holding her hips, became guides, he helped her move, driving himself deeper and harsher into her. He looked at her back, at the way her muscles worked, and saw how her head moved on Alex's dick. The sight was so exciting that he felt himself approaching the edge.

But Karina was on her guard again. She felt Mark's body tense and knew he was close. She didn't want it to end so soon. Not now. Not until the main act.

— No,” she said, breathing heavily. Her voice was hoarse with tension. - It's still early. Now... now I want both of you. Together.

She rolled over, sitting on her knees, now with her back to Mark. She took his hand and guided his penis back towards her anus. He went in easier now, wet and ready. She lowered herself onto him, taking him completely. Then she looked at Alex, her eyes burning with the fire of challenge.

- And now you. Come inside me. Front.

Alex understood. His heart began to pound. Double penetration. The same fantasy that he had read about, but never thought that he would become a participant in it, and even in such circumstances. He knelt in front of her. His hands shook as he grabbed the base of himself and guided his penis, still in the condom, towards her vagina. He entered her easily, her wetness mixed with his lubricant helped him. And so they ended up there.

Karina found herself sandwiched between them. Mark is behind her, in her anus, his rough, unbridled flesh. Alex - from the front, in her vagina, his latex-clad penis sliding inside her. She was filled to the brim with both of them. Every millimeter of her internal space was occupied. She felt every pulsation, every movement, every push. She was the center of the universe, around which two suns revolved.

She made a sound, inhuman, something between a groan, a sob and a laugh. Her body shook. She was both incredibly strong and absolutely helpless. Она контролировала их, диктовала правила, но сейчас ее собственное тело вышло из-под контроля, захваченное шквалом ощущений.

Марк и Алекс начали двигаться. Сначала несогласованно, мешая друг другу. Но потом, ведомые ее стонами и ритмом ее тела, они нашли свою синхронность. Когда Марк входил в нее сзади, он толкал ее вперед, навстречу Алексу. Когда Алекс входил в нее спереди, он отдавливал ее назад, навстречу Марку. Они использовали ее как живой поршень в этой развратной машине.

Карина не могла больше думать. Ее сознание плавилось. Она чувствовала только это — двойное заполнение, двойную боль, двойное удовольствие, контраст между «голой» и «одетой» плотью внутри нее. Ее ногти впились в плечи Алекса, ее голова была запрокинута на грудь Марка. Она кричала, без стыда, без ума, отдаваясь этому моменту полностью.

Это не могло длиться долго. Напряжение было слишком сильным. Марк, не в силах больше сдерживаться, зарычал и, сделав несколько последних, мощных толчков, излился глубоко в ее анус. Его оргазм спровоцировал Карину. Ее тело сжалось в судорогах бесконечного удовольствия, ее внутренние мышцы сжали оба члена одновременно, выжимая из себя волну за волной. Это, в свою очередь, стало концом для Алекса. Он, чувствуя, как ее тело бьется в конвульсиях вокруг него, с криком достиг пика, его семя, сдерживаемое латексом, выплеснулась в презерватив.

Наступила тишина, нарушаемая только тяжелым, хриплым дыханием. Марк первым вышел из нее и, без сил, отвалился на спину, его тело было покрыто потом, лицо выражало животное удовлетворение. Он был пуст и счастлив.

Карина, дрожа, опустилась на матрас между ними. Ее тело было одним большим чувствительным нервом. Но ее ум уже прояснялся. Она посмотрела на Алекса. Он лежал с закрытыми глазами, его лицо было искажено странной гримасой — не просто удовольствия, а чего-то более сложного. И ей снова захотелось стереть эту тень с его лица, доказать ему, что его «проклятие» — это всего лишь еще одна игра.

Она перекатилась к нему. Ее рука легла на его бедро. Он открыл глаза и посмотрел на нее с вопросом.

— Ты думал, все кончено? — прошептала она, и в ее голосе снова зазвучали знакомые нотки соблазна. Ее пальцы скользнули вниз, к его члену. Он был все еще в презервативе, влажном и липким. Она медленно сняла его, выбросила в сторону и взяла его в руку. Он снова начал наполняться кровью, уставший, но все еще отзывчивый на ее прикосновения.

— Марк только что был там, — ее губы приблизились к уху Алекса. — А теперь твоя очередь. Я хочу почувствовать тебя там. Только тебя.

Алекс не верил своим ушам. После всего этого… анальный секс? With her? Now? Но протест застрял у него в горле, задавленный волной нового, безумного желания. Он кивнул, не в силах вымолвить ни слова.

Карина встала на четвереньки, подставив ему свою попку, все еще растянутую и влажную от Марка. Она посмотрела на него через плечо.

— Не бойся, — сказала она. — И не забудь свой пропуск.

Алекс, с новым, свежим презервативом в дрожащих пальцах, выполнил ритуал. Теперь это было не просто правило, а часть их странного, извращенного церемониала. Он подошел к ней сзади, его руки легли на ее округлые бедра. Он вошел в нее медленно, чувствуя, как ее тело, уже знакомое с этим вторжением, принимает его. Ощущение было иным, чем в вагине — более тесным, более запретным. И тот факт, что он шел по следам Марка, но делал это в латексе, наполнял его действия странным смыслом. Он был не первым, но он был единственным, кто был с ней так — защищенным, отстраненным, но от этого не менее страстным.

Он начал двигаться, и Карина снова застонала, но на этот раз ее стоны были тихие, усталые. Это был не яростный финал, а долгий, глубокий путь, посвященный только ему. Он трахал ее в зад с нежностью, на которую был способен, чувствуя, как последние остатки напряжения покидают ее тело. Он был ее утешителем и ее палачом, ее наказанием и ее наградой. И в этом последнем акте ночи, в этом анальном танце при свете восходящей луны, они, наконец, нашли свое странное, изломанное равновесие.

Глава 4

Ночь перешагнула свой пик, и в щель между шторами каюты пробивалась первая, жидкая синева рассвета. Она не несла с собой прохлады; воздух по-прежнему был тяжелым и спертым, насыщенным густыми, терпкими ароматами их многочасовой оргии — секса, пота, дорогого парфюма и чего-то еще, острого и животного, что не поддавалось определению. Казалось, сам воздух пропитался их страстью и теперь неохотно расставался с ней.

Троица лежала в беспорядке на помятой, влажной от тел и других жидкостей простыне. Марк спал сном праведника, его мощная грудная клетка мерно поднималась и опускалась, лицо выражало блаженную усталость. Алекс лежал на спине, уставившись в потолок закопченными глазами. Физическое удовлетворение в нем боролось с душевной опустошенностью. Он чувствовал себя и сосудом, из которого выплеснули все до капли, и актером, сыгравшим не свою роль.

Она медленно поднялась с кровати, ее тело было гибким, несмотря на усталость. Она подошла к высокому табурету из полированного темного дерева, стоявшему у туалетного столика. Он был жестким, холодным, функциональным — полной противоположностью мягкой, гостеприимной кровати. Именно это ей и было нужно.

— Алекс, — ее голос прозвучал хрипло, но властно, заставляя его вздрогнуть. — Разбуди его.

Алекс послушно дотронулся до плеча Марка. Тот пробормотал что-то невнятное, но глаза его открылись. Они были мутными от сна, но, уставившись на Карину, сидящую на табурете, как на пьедестале, мгновенно прояснились. В них вспыхнул знакомый огонь.

— Шоу еще не закончилось? — прохрипел он, с трудом приподнимаясь на локте.

— Заключительный номер, — ответила Карина, и ее губы тронула усталая, но довольная улыбка. — Марк, подойди ко мне.

Марк, не раздумывая, сполз с кровати. Его тело, могучее и покрытое легкой испариной, подошло к ней сзади. Его руки легли на ее обнаженные плечи, а затем скользнули вниз, к ее груди. Он был уже возбужден, его член упруго упирался в ее поясницу.

— Ты знаешь, что делать, — прошептала Карина, слегка откинувшись назад и предлагая ему себя.

Но на этот раз Карина не собиралась просто принимать. Ее взгляд упал на Алекса, который все еще сидел на кровати, наблюдая за ними с тем же сложным выражением тоски и желания. Он был снова возбужден, его член стоял колом, но в его позе читалась обреченность — он снова был лишним, снова был тем, кому нужна «резинка».

Карина протянула к нему руку.

— Иди сюда.

— Я позабочусь о тебе, — сказала она, и в ее голосе впервые за всю ночь прозвучала не власть, а нечто похожее на нежность. — По-настоящему.

Ее пальцы обхватили его член. Впервые за эту ночь — без презерватива. Skin to skin. Она чувствовала, как он вздрагивает от этого простого, прямого прикосновения. Ее ладонь была горячей, знающей. Она начала дрочить ему, ее движения были медленными, ритмичными, идеально синхронизированными с толчками Марка сзади.

Алекс застонал, его голова запрокинулась. Ощущение было настолько сильным, таким чистым после всего этого латекса, что слезы выступили у него на глазах. Он смотрел на Карину, на ее полузакрытые глаза, на ее губы, приоткрытые в беззвучном стоне, и чувствовал блаженство. Она, принимая в себя Марка, одновременно ласкала его, делая его частью этого акта, не отстраняя, а включая самым интимным образом.

Карина сама была на грани. Ощущения накладывались одно на другое: грубые, влажные толчки Марка глубоко внутри нее и бархатистая, живая плоть Алекса в ее руке. Она контролировала их обоих, но и сама была на грани потери контроля. Она ускорила движения руки на Алексе, синхронизируя их с ритмом Марка.

— Я близко… — прохрипел Марк, его пальцы впились в ее бедра.

— И я… — простонал Алекс, его тело напряглось.

Карина кивнула, едва сумев проговорить.

— Марк… на меня. Между ягодиц. Алекс… я помогу тебе. На грудь. Do it.

Это была последняя команда. Финал, который она для них придумала.

Марк, с глухим рыком, выскользнул из нее и, прижавшись к ее спине, залил горячими струями ее поясницу и щель между ее ягодиц. В тот же миг Карина, чувствуя, как тело Алекса содрогается в предвкушении, направила его член на свою грудь. Ее рука работала быстро, уверенно, помогая ему, направляя его. С криком, в котором выплеснулись все его переживания этой ночи, Алекс извергся на ее кожу. Густые, теплые капли семени упали на ее упругую грудь, растеклись по коже, запачкали ее сосок.

Наступила тишина, нарушаемая только тяжелым, прерывистым дыханием. Карина сидела на табурете, ее спина и ягодицы были покрыты семенем Марка, а грудь — семенем Алекса. Она была помечена ими обоими, но по-разному. Как финальный, материальный итог их безумной ночи.

— Вот и все, — выдохнула она. — Шоу окончено.

— Подними руки, — мягко сказала она.

Он послушно поднял. И тогда Карина, с той же нежностью, с какой мать вытирает ребенка, взяла его мягкий, все еще влажный член в свою руку и тщательно протерла его салфеткой. Ее прикосновение было гигиеничным, но в нем не было отвращения или брезгливости. Это был акт заботы. Очищения. Символическое снятие всех условностей и запретов, что висели на нем всю ночь.

Алекс смотрел на нее, и его глаза наполнялись странной благодарностью. В этом простом жесте было больше близости, чем во всем предыдущем сексе.

Затем Карина повернулась к Марку, который с самодовольным видом наблюдал за сценой.

— А ты, — сказала она, бросив ему влажную салфетку, — сам справляйся. Ты и так сегодня слишком много получил.

Марк только усмехнулся и лениво начал вытираться.

Карина протянула руки обоим.

— А теперь, мальчики, — сказала она, и в ее голосе звучала усталая нежность, — пошли в душ. Я пахну вами обоими, и мне это начинает нравиться до одури.

Они послушно пошли за ней, два совершенно разных мужчины, связанные теперь не только дружбой и соперничеством, но и этой безумной, развратной, но по-своему очищающей ночью. Они вошли в просторную душевую кабину из мрамора, и теплые струи воды омыли их тела, смывая пот, сперму и следы страсти. Но то странное, новое чувство понимания и принятия, что родилось между ними в последние минуты, осталось. Они стояли под водой все втроем, молчаливые, уставшие и по-странному счастливые. Яхта мягко покачивалась на волнах, унося их в новый день.