Elena woke to the penthouse whispering through hidden speakers, last night's office footage leaking soft moans from every corner like a lullaby of their own making. The master bed cradled her alone for once, sheets cool where three bodies had burned hours ago. She rolled onto her stomach, face buried in Alexander's pillow, inhaling deep the lingering bite of his cologne mixed with Julian's clean sweat and Victoria's jasmine. A low throb pulsed between her legs, tender reminder of Alexander's final slow claiming while the screen replayed her rooftop screams. She pressed her thighs together, felt the slick slide of fresh arousal, and smiled into the cotton.
She rose naked, padded to the en-suite. Mirror showed a woman archived: faint red lines across her back from Victoria's nails, a perfect oval bruise on her breast where Julian had sucked too long, the ghost of Alexander's handprint blooming on her ass. She traced them reverently, pressed until pleasure-pain flared fresh. The shower ran steaming, water cascading over marks like a soft reset. She scrubbed gently, watching last night's evidence swirl away in pearly streams. Left a single streak of cum high on her inner thigh deliberate, rubbed it in like invisible ink. Mark of the morning.
Uniform today felt ritual: black dress cut daringly low, apron tied with a bow that begged untying, hem barely covering the curve where thigh met ass. She selected a silk blindfold from Victoria's nightstand drawer, midnight blue, soft as confession. Folded it neatly, tucked it into her apron pocket beside the USB drive labelled family. No panties. The rule ran deeper than code now. Coffee brewed strong in the kitchen, croissants warmed flaky, fruit sliced into perfect moons. She plated four, carried the tray to the dining room. Set it down silently, then waited on her knees beside Alexander's chair, head bowed, blindfold in her upturned palms.
Footsteps. Alexander first, suit impeccable, tie navy silk. He paused at the sight, breath catching audible. "Good morning, Miss Reyes."
She did not look up. "Breakfast is served, sir. And a gift."
He took the blindfold, fingers brushing hers electric. "Stand."
She rose gracefully. He stepped behind her, slipped the silk over her eyes, and tied it firmly. Darkness swallowed the room, every sense sharpening instant. She heard his inhale sharply, felt the heat of him close.
"Hands behind your back."
She obeyed. He bound her wrists with his tie, a knot expert. Led her forward blind until her hips met the dining table. Bent her slow over scattered plates, croissants crumbling beneath her breasts. Cool wood kissed nipples through thin fabric.
Victoria entered next, heels clicking. "Beautiful presentation." Fingers traced Elena's spine, lifted the dress hem high. "No panties. Obedient girl."
Julian last, hoodie rustling. Soft gasp. "Mom. Dad. She's..."
"Perfect," Victoria finished. "Watch and learn, baby."
Alexander's hands spread her thighs wide. Fingers traced slick folds, spread her open. "Already dripping. Smell that?"
Jasmine wants thick in the air. Victoria leaned close, breath on Elena's ear. "We watched the office file again this morning. Came twice before coffee."
A soft click. Recording started, red lights blinking unseen behind the blindfold. Elena shivered, knowing every moan would be saved.
Alexander's cock pressed her entrance, thick head nudging. "Beg."
"Please, sir. Use me while they watch."
He thrust deep in one stroke. She screamed, walls stretching perfectly. Table rocked, plates chiming. He set a punishing pace, hips snapping, balls slapping clit. Victoria's fingers found her nipples, pinched hard, rolled. Julian's shy hand settled on her lower back, tracing the dimples above her ass.
Alexander slowed deliberately, grinding deep. "Tell them what you are."
"Theirs," she gasped. "Your maid. Your slut. Your love."
Victoria laughed low, approving. "Good girl."
She moved to the table's head, climbed up, and spread her thighs wide in front of Elena's face. Guided her blind mouth to her pussy. Elena licked eagerly, tongue plunging deep, tasting jasmine and morning arousal. Victoria moaned, grinding against her face.
Julian's hand slid lower, fingers circling her asshole gently. "May I?"
Alexander's rhythm never faltered. "Yes, son. Take what's yours."
Julian's cock pressed her ass, slick with lube from somewhere. Pushed slowly, breaching the tight ring. She sobbed into Victoria's pussy, pleasure-pain exquisite. Double penetration complete, bodies rocking in counter-rhythm. Alexander deep in her pussy, Julian careful in her ass, Victoria riding her tongue.
The table creaked beneath them, fruit rolling to the floor, coffee spilling dark rivers. Blindfolded, soaked with tears and sweat. She came hard, squirting around Alexander's cock, walls milking both. Victoria followed, flooding her mouth. Alexander and Julian are seconds apart, flooding her deep from both ends.
They held still a moment, panting. Alexander untied her wrists first, then the blindfold. Light exploded, blinding brighter than darkness. She blinked up at them, tears streaking her cheeks, cum dripping from pussy and ass.
Victoria kissed her slowly, tasting herself. "Breakfast tastes better now."
They ate around her collapsed on the table, feeding her bites from fingers slick with release. Coffee shared, lips meeting over the rim. Julian licked a streak of cum from her thigh, shy eyes soft.
Morning chores became a ritual. Blindfold reapplied, wrists rebound. Alexander led her through the penthouse on a leash of his tie, making her dust shelves bent over, vacuum on her knees, polish mirrors with her breasts pressed to glass. Every room recorded, every moan archived.
Lunch on the terrace, blind again. Fed bites blindfolded, guessing whose fingers by taste. Julian's shy, Victoria's commanding, Alexander's possessive. They took turns fucking her against the railing, city blind below, wind whipping screams away.
Afternoon gallery session. Victoria painted her blindfolded body in edible gold, licked clean slowly while Alexander fucked her from behind, Julian in her mouth. Canvas captured handprints, cum splatters, and gold streaks. Titled it Family Portrait.
Evening server room. Julian coded with her bound to his chair, riding reverse, blindfolded, soaked. He came hands-free inside her, whispering I love you like a loop.
Dinner candlelit, blindfold removed only to eat, reapplied for dessert. Body the plate again, whipped cream on nipples, chocolate drizzled on clit. They licked her clean slowly, taking turns penetrating while she stayed bound.
Midnight master bed. Blindfold permanent. They rotated endlessly: Alexander in her mouth, Victoria with a strap-on in pussy, Julian in her ass. Then switched. Confessed mid-climax: Alexander's first male lover story, Victoria's gallery group show fantasy, Julian's online trans partner details. Love spilt with cum, blind trust absolute.
Sleep came bound and blindfolded, bodies piled protective. Silk soft against eyelids, darkness complete.
The blindfold was not cloth. It was a surrender, archived forever.