Chapter 311: Draining Him Thoroughly * (1)

If Silas thought he would have a peaceful rest after arriving in City A, then all that was a lie. For the first time, the system that had been his wingman in everything abandoned him. Silas was literally kidnapped the moment he stepped down from the car.

Silas’s eyelids fluttered open against the lingering haze of whatever had been used to knock him out. The blindfold that had covered them slipped away as someone tugged it free, and the first thing that registered was soft golden light filtering through frosted glass panels. Then the scent hit him: jasmine, sandalwood, and something warmer, richer, like heated skin and expensive oils.

Four figures stood in a loose semicircle around the low massage table where he lay. Anna, Chloe, Gromda, and Echidna. Each of them wore delicate lace lingerie that left almost nothing to the imagination: sheer black for Anna, deep crimson for Chloe, emerald green for Gromda, and pure white for Echidna.

The fabric clung to curves and valleys, the thin straps and high-cut legs framing bare thighs and the soft swell of breasts. In their hands they held bottles of oil, small pots of cream, and folded towels.

The private massage room of his estate, the one he had never bothered to use, had been transformed into something intimate and charged. Soft music played at a low volume, while candles flickered along the walls.

He tried to sit up, but a soft, cool resistance met his wrists and ankles. Looking down, he saw translucent bands of what looked like ice, but warmer, flexible, glowing faintly blue. They held him spread-eagled on the padded table, firm enough that he could not pull free, yet yielding enough that the pressure never hurt. He was naked except for a pair of dark boxers that did little to hide the way his body was already reacting.

Anna’s lips curved. "Welcome home, Silas. Did you really think we would let you rest after vanishing on us for days?"

Chloe stepped closer, the lace of her bodysuit shifting with every breath. Gromda’s voice was lower, almost a purr. "You look good like this. We’ve been planning this since the moment the estate sensors confirmed your arrival."

Echidna tilted her head, white lace glowing against her skin. "Don’t struggle too hard. The soft ice responds to heat. The more you fight, the tighter it gets... until we decide otherwise."

Silas’s pulse thudded in his throat. He tested the restraints again; the ice flexed but held. A shiver ran through him, not from cold, but from the way four pairs of eyes tracked every small movement of his chest, the way the boxers tented slightly under their collective gaze.

Anna set a small pot of cream on the edge of the table and unscrewed the lid. The scent of warm vanilla and something spicier rose into the air. She dipped two fingers in, then pressed them to the center of his chest. The cream was cool at first, then bloomed into heat as she began to spread it in slow, deliberate circles.

"You’ve been tense," she murmured, voice low and intimate. "We could feel it. Tonight we take care of that."

Chloe moved to his left side, pouring a thin stream of golden oil across his shoulder. Her hands followed, gliding over the muscle, thumbs digging in with practiced pressure. "Feel that? All the knots you’ve been carrying. We’re going to work every single one out."

Gromda took his right side, mirroring Chloe’s motions with firmer strokes that made him hiss softly. The oil heated under her palms.

"You’re already hard," she observed, eyes flicking downward with open appreciation. "And we haven’t even started properly."

Echidna claimed the space near his hips. She poured oil across the flat plane of his stomach, then lower, fingertips tracing the waistband of his boxers without crossing it yet. "Patience, Silas. We’re going to take our time. Every inch of you belongs to us tonight."

Anna’s hands moved higher, cream sliding over his collarbones, then down again in long strokes that left glistening trails. She leaned closer so that the lace of her bra brushed his arm.

"You thought you were coming home to rest? How does it feel, knowing the four of us planned every second of this?"

Silas’s breath came shorter. The soft ice around his wrists warmed where his pulse raced against it. Chloe’s fingers found a particularly tight spot near his neck and pressed until the tension melted under oil-slick pressure. Gromda’s thumbs worked the same path on the opposite side, their movements synchronized, almost competitive in their thoroughness.

Echidna’s hands slid lower still, palms flattening over the fabric of his boxers, mapping the hard shape below without giving him the friction he suddenly craved.

"Look at you," she whispered. "Already shivering for us. We’ve barely begun."

Anna dipped into the cream again and spread it lower, over the ridges of his abdomen, thumbs tracing the lines of muscle.

"We stripped you while you were out, and left the boxers because we wanted to watch you get hard inside them first. We wanted to see the moment you realized exactly what we’d done."

Chloe’s laugh was soft against his ear as she leaned in to oil the side of his neck.

Gromda’s hands moved to his thighs, strong fingers digging into the muscle just above the knee and working upward in long, firm strokes. Oil followed, gleaming under the candlelight.

"You’re going to feel everything. Every touch. Every word. And you’re not going to cum until all four of us decide you’ve earned it."

Echidna finally hooked her fingers under the waistband of his boxers and peeled them down just enough to free him, the cool air a sharp contrast to the heat of their hands. She didn’t touch him directly yet, but only poured a thin ribbon of oil along the length of him so that it caught the light.

Anna’s cream-slick fingers returned to his chest, slower now, circling his nipples until they tightened.

"Breathe for us," she instructed. "We’re going to cover every part of you. Oil, cream, our hands, our mouths if you’re very good. You’re not leaving this room until you’re boneless and ruined."

Chloe and Gromda worked in tandem down his arms, then back up, oil turning his skin luminous. Their bodies pressed close enough that lace brushed his sides with every shift. Echidna’s hands finally closed around him with slow, deliberate strokes that matched the rhythm the others set on his torso and legs.

Silas’s hips jerked against the soft ice. The restraints glowed a little brighter, tightening just enough to remind him he wasn’t going anywhere.

Anna smiled down at him, cream still shining on her fingers. "That’s it. Let us take care of you. All of us. At once."

The four of them closed in, hands overlapping, oil and cream mixing across his skin, lace and bare skin and heated breath surrounding him on every side. The private massage room that had never been used filled with the quiet sounds of slick palms, soft laughter, and Silas’s increasingly unsteady breathing as the women who claimed him began, thoroughly and without mercy, to make good on every promise.