The Heart System

Chapter 427: Chapter 427

I climbed the wide exterior stairs, twenty shallow marble steps dusted with white, and pushed through the automatic glass doors.

Warm air enveloped me instantly—scented with pine from the massive lobby Christmas tree and the faint coffee drifting from the bar. Marble floors gleamed under soft chandelier light; a few guests moved quietly across the space, suitcases rolling behind them. The grand clock above the main elevators read 6:47 p.m.

I headed straight for the private elevator in the far corner—penthouse access only, tucked behind a velvet rope. As I approached, the doors slid open on their own.

Jasmine stepped out first, Nala right behind her. Jasmine wore a black wool coat over jeans, hands in her pockets; Nala had thrown on a long camel trench and looked like she hadn’t slept properly in days—dark circles under her eyes, jaw tight.

"Oh, hey, girls," I said, stopping as they walked closer. "What are you guys doing?"

Jasmine exhaled through her nose, shoulders rising and falling. "I’m taking Nala outside. She’s stressed out of her mind. She needs it."

"You mean kidnapping me outside?" Nala said, voice flat but edged with exhaustion. "I need to be at home, trying to figure out who put that hidden cam, Jas."

"No you don’t need to." Jasmine stepped in front of her, blocking her path like a bouncer. "All you think or talk about is this thing. You need to calm down. You and I are going to go do some shopping."

"I don’t need shopping!"

"It seems she needs some shopping, Jasmine," I said, folding my arms. "What do you think?"

"I think the same," Jasmine muttered, then patted Nala on the shoulder—firm, no-nonsense. "Come on, Boss."

Nala shook her head, half resignation, half defeat and followed. Jasmine glanced back at me, gave a small wave with two fingers.

I smiled and waved back.

I turned and stepped into the private lift, pressed the penthouse button, and waited. The doors closed with a soft chime; the car rose smoothly, silently.

When they opened onto the penthouse foyer I stepped out—marble giving way to dark hardwood, recessed lighting casting long warm shadows.

I’d forgotten my keycard inside, again, so I knocked once, firm.

The door swung open almost immediately.

Minne stood there—face flushed bright red, eyes wide and shiny, biting her lower lip like she was trying not to squirm. The maid outfit was pristine except for the hem being slightly askew, like someone had tugged it up and down a few times.

"Hey, honey," I said, stepping inside and pressing a kiss to her cheek.

Her legs buckled instantly—soft, dramatic, like her knees had simply decided they were done working. She collapsed forward into me with a tiny squeak. I caught her easily, one arm around her waist, the other under her thighs, lifting her just enough to keep her upright.

I arched one eyebrow, looking down at her flushed face. "What’s wrong?"

Then it clicked—the photo Tessa had sent earlier. Minne bent over the dining table, skirt up, buttplug nestled between her cheeks, Tessa grinning beside her with a peace sign.

I chuckled low in my throat—dark, amused—and scooped her fully into my arms, bridal style. She squeaked again, arms looping around my neck, face buried against my shoulder.

I carried her straight to the master bedroom, kicked the door shut behind us, and set her gently on the bed.

Minne didn’t wait. She immediately rolled onto all fours, ass presented, skirt riding up on its own. I knelt behind her, flipped the hem higher—sure enough, the black plug was still there, base glinting under the bedroom lights, her pussy already glistening beneath it.

The door opened again.

Tessa leaned in the frame, one hip cocked, smirking. "Hey, don’t forget about me, cowboy."

I glanced over my shoulder, grinning. "Hey, it’d be impossible to forget someone like you, Tess."

"Damn right."

She stepped inside and closed the door with a soft click.

I pulled the plug out slowly, watching her rim stretch around the widest part—until it popped free with a wet, obscene sound. Minne gasped, back arching, asshole winking open and closed in the cool air, pink and slick from lube.

I spread her cheeks wide with both hands—thumbs digging into soft flesh—and leaned in. My tongue dragged flat over her hole slowly... it was warm, tasting salt and clean skin. She whimpered, hips twitching. I circled the rim once, twice, then pushed the tip inside just enough to feel her flutter. Then I pulled back and spat right onto the puckered ring. The saliva slid down, pooling at the center before disappearing inside her.

I straightened up.

Tessa was already behind me—silent, quick—her fingers working my belt open, then the button of my jeans. She shoved pants and boxers down together in one impatient tug; my cock sprang free, thick and heavy.

I stepped out of the clothes, pushed them aside with my foot, and climbed onto the bed. One knee sank into the mattress beside Minne’s hip. I grabbed her waist—fingers sinking into the soft give of her sides—and pulled her back until her ass hung perfectly off the edge, legs dangling, pussy and asshole presented like an offering.

I lined up and pushed into her ass—slow at first, letting her feel the stretch. The head popped past the rim with a soft, slick sound; then the rest followed, inch by inch, until my hips met her cheeks. She moaned—long, broken—head dropping forward onto the sheets.

"Fuck..." I groaned, holding still for a second to savor the tight, hot grip. "So good, honey... taking me so deep..."

Tessa knelt beside us, one hand spreading Minne’s cheeks wider while the other guided me. She spat, her saliva landing right on my shaft where it disappeared into Minne’s hole. The extra wetness made every slow thrust smoother, deeper; Minne’s moans turned higher, needier.

I started moving—long, steady strokes that pulled almost all the way out before sliding back in to the hilt. Each push made her ass jiggle, the plug-less hole clinging to me like it never wanted to let go. Wet sounds filled the room—slick, rhythmic—mixed with her soft whimpers and my low groans.

"Master..." Minne breathed, voice shaky. "Please cum inside my p-p... pussy..."

Tessa laughed—low, wicked—then slapped Minne’s ass once, sharp enough to leave a pink handprint. "She still wants to get pregnant by you. Wow."

I chuckled, hips rolling deeper. "Of course, honey."

I picked up speed—short, hard thrusts now—each one slamming home, balls slapping against her soaked pussy. Minne cried out—high, desperate—pushing back to meet me, fingers clawing at the sheets.

Tessa stood long enough to strip—jeans, sweater, bra, panties hitting the floor in a careless pile. Then she climbed onto the bed, mirroring Minne’s position—knees spread, ass up, back arched. A silver plug winked between her cheeks, tail-end swaying slightly as she settled.

I moaned—deep, guttural—and pushed into Minne to the hilt, holding there while I reached over and slapped Tessa’s ass—hard, the crack ringing out. Her cheek jiggled; she hissed through her teeth, grinning back at me.

"You too, huh?"

Tessa looked over her shoulder, eyes dark. "I realized I was a jerk to you the last few days. This is my apology."

"Few days?" I asked, pulling almost out of Minne before slamming back in—deep enough to make her squeak. "Sure."

"Shut up."

I laughed and kept fucking Minne slowly, punishing strokes that made the bed creak. Tessa stayed right there, ass presented, plug glinting, watching me take Minne with hungry, patient eyes.

I kept my rhythm steady at first—long, deep strokes that pulled almost all the way out before sliding back in to the root. Minne’s ass hugged me like a glove, hot and tight, every inch of her gripping me as I withdrew. Each thrust made her cheeks jiggle, the flesh rippling under my palms where I held her hips.

"Fuck, look at this perfect little ass," I growled, voice low and rough. "Taking my cock so deep, so greedy. You love being filled back here, don’t you, honey?"

Minne moaned—high, needy—pushing back to meet me. "Y-yes, Master... love it... love feeling you stretch me..."

I brought my palm down hard on her right cheek—sharp, loud crack that echoed in the room. Her skin bloomed pink instantly; she yelped, pussy clenching around nothing, ass pushing higher like she wanted more.

"That’s right," I said, slapping the left cheek next—harder. The flesh bounced, handprint overlapping the first. "This ass is mine. Look how red it gets for me already. You’re gonna wear my marks all day, aren’t you?"

"Yes—yes, Master—please..."

I kept spanking her—alternating cheeks, each smack a little harder than the last—until both sides glowed bright pink, hot under my palms. Every impact made her moan louder, her pussy dripping steadily now, slick trails running down her inner thighs and soaking the sheets below.

Tessa watched from the side—knees spread, back arched, her own plug still buried deep. She bit her lip, eyes dark and hungry.

I reached over without breaking rhythm and slapped Tessa’s ass, firm crack that made her gasp and arch higher. "You too, huh? Bent over like a good little slut, plug stretching that tight hole while you watch me fuck Minne."

"Damn right," Tessa breathed, voice husky. "Couldn’t stay away. Slap it again."

I did—harder. Her cheek jiggled, pink blooming fast. She moaned, pushing back against nothing, ass wiggling like she was begging for more.

"God, I love these asses," I muttered, alternating slaps now, Minne, Tessa, Minne, Tessa, each one ringing out sharp and wet. "Both of you so soft, so fucking spankable. Look at you—red and dripping, moaning like little whores for me."

Minne’s moans turned desperate—high-pitched, broken. "Master... please... touch me..."