"…Command us," Maki suddenly murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, yet somehow carrying an undeniable weight.
Liam turned his head slightly, eyes meeting hers.
"Command you?" He echoed, interest flickering across his features.
Maki nodded, her gaze unyielding. "We want to stay close to you. We don't want to leave your side." A pause, then with quiet intensity—"Tell us what to do."
Mai inhaled sharply. She didn't outright voice her agreement, but her silence was an agreement.
Liam's smirk faded into something more… knowing.
He could feel their desire—the raw need to be acknowledged, to be claimed. It wasn't just about physical proximity. It was about something deeper.
He exhaled through his nose, closing his eyes briefly, before opening them again with a more calculating glint. His hand moved—slowly, deliberately—trailing from his abdomen to Maki's wrist.
His fingers curled around it, firm but unhurried.
Maki inhaled, her body tensing slightly at the contact.
His other hand shifted, brushing against Mai's damp thigh before resting there, heat seeping into her skin.
Mai's breath hitched.
Then, and only then, did he speak.
Liam chuckled, low and dangerous, his arms shifting to draw them closer, hands sliding across their bare hips, fingers squeezing with a possessive heat that left them gasping.
"You already know you're mine," He said, his voice thick with amusement and hunger. "But you're greedy, aren't you? Always wanting more..."
Maki's body trembled beneath his touch, her voice dropping into a submissive whisper.
"Always," She admitted, pressing closer. "I want to be yours in every way. Always."
Mai's breath came out shaky, her body molding into him. "Don't let us go. Ever."
Liam's smile darkened, his gaze sweeping over them with something raw and possessive. "I don't intend to."
And from the other side, Aiko watched, a sultry smirk curving her lips. She leaned against the nearby table, arms folded under her generous chest, thoroughly enjoying the show.
"Oh my, my…" She purred, amusement flickering in her golden eyes. "So desperate for Master's attention…"
She stood back, a sultry smile playing at her lips, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction and longing. She watched the way Maki and Mai clung to him, the way their bodies trembled beneath his touch, how they melted into him with every word, every command.
She wasn't jealous, per se. But she did feel a certain possessiveness creeping in.
Still, she knew this was their moment. Liam had decided to spend time with them today. And that was something neither she nor anyone else could interrupt.
For now… she would simply watch.
And wait.
Watching the two young women who grew in front of her eyes surrender to him so willingly, seeing how deeply they craved his touch, how far they were willing to fall for him, only made her burn hotter.
She licked her lips, her gaze heavy with desire, and whispered softly to herself, "They can have him tonight... but tomorrow... he's mine."
And so she watched, her eyes dark and hungry, as the night stretched long and the heat between master and women only grew thicker.
Liam's hand came down sharply, delivering a firm, resounding smack to their wet, thong-clad asses, the sound echoing like a sensual challenge under the open sky.
The sound echoed in the air, mixing with the girls' breathless gasps. His brow furrowed in mild irritation, though his eyes gleamed with amusement.
Maki and Mai gasped, their bodies jolting under the sudden sting, but there was no complaint. There was only desire and submission.
"These wet thongs..." Liam's voice was low, gruff, laced with dominance, "...they're irritating me."
He didn't need to say another word.
The command wasn't in his words—it was in his tone, his presence, the sheer dominance that radiated from him.
Without hesitation, without even a flicker of doubt, Maki and Mai obeyed.
Their hands moved quickly, fingers sliding beneath the thin fabric. In a single, fluid motion, they slipped the damp thongs down their hips and tossed them aside with no shame, no second thoughts. There wasn't a trace of embarrassment in their eyes—only devotion and the burning desire to please.
Anything that irritated him, anything that stood in the way of his satisfaction, wasn't worth keeping.
Because if it irritated him, they didn't need it.
Their comfort, their modesty, their shame—none of it mattered. Not if it displeased Liam. Not if it disturbed him. Pleasing him was all that mattered. His happiness was their command. His comfort, their purpose.
Liam's lips curled into a devilish grin as his hands claimed them—fingers bold, strong, possessive as they squeezed the soft curves of their now-bare hips. His thumbs stroked along sensitive skin, eliciting quiet, trembling moans that slipped from their lips like music meant only for him.
They leaned into his touch like it was their salvation. Like it was the very thing that kept them breathing.
"Why?" Liam's voice was smooth, deadly in its calmness as his gaze slid between them, eyes burning. "Why do you love me so much?"
The question cut through the air, sharp and heavy.
Maki giggled first, but her laughter was soft, shy beneath the heat of his gaze.
"Do you remember, Liam..." She whispered, her fingers tracing idle circles along his chest, "...the day we first arrived at your villa?"
Liam's eyes narrowed slightly, his grin still in place.
How could he forget?
Even though it had been so long ago, the memory burned sharp in his mind.
"I remember," He said softly, the memory drawing a shadow of emotion over his sharp features.
Mai's smile was softer, more wistful. Her eyes glazed slightly, lost in the depth of memories that still burned fresh beneath the surface.
"We were nervous… and disheartened," She said quietly, her voice carrying the weight of old scars. "Our family had abandoned us. We felt like nothing… like we didn't matter."
Her words were heavy, raw, as if speaking them aloud stirred emotions she thought she had buried long ago.
"But then you…" Her eyes met his, shining. "You didn't ask for anything. You didn't need to. You just... you brought us sweets. Food. Comfort. You gave us warmth. You tried... every day, in your own quiet way, to make us smile again."
Her voice cracked slightly at the end, but she swallowed it down, holding his gaze.
"For you, it might have been small," She continued, her hand ghosting over his. "But for us… it meant everything."
She swallowed, her voice a whisper of truth. "It was everything. You gave us happiness when we thought we'd never feel it again."
Liam's gaze darkened, unreadable, but his hand tightened over theirs, his silent way of saying he understood.
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