The Aetherwing took off shortly after Anthony arrived with Sasha and Secilia. He sat down on one of the couches. Secilia sat beside him, but Sasha had opted to sit at the bar. She was taking sips of some amber liquid that Alice’s bar machine hands had made for her.
Anthony was trying to stay relaxed, but his foot shook like someone with ADHD on a sugar high. Secilia had brought out one of her mini-consoles and was playing. She glanced his way every so often but tried to mostly focus on her game. However, she eventually sighed and, gracefully slipping out of a shoe, placed a sock-covered foot on his lap.
“You need to chill. They will be fine,” Secilia said.
“I know they will,” Anthony muttered.
“Then calm the fuck down.”
“I am calm. I just miss them. Is that so wrong?”
“I guess not,” Secilia conceded with reluctance. She glanced around briefly. “It does feel a little empty without Brianna around.”
“You and Brianna have odd relationship,” Sasha said. “Argue like old married couple but seem to get along surprisingly well.”
Secilia made a gagging noise. “Please don’t say something like that. Old married couple? Ew. Let me tell you this frankly since it seems you won’t understand unless I do, but I have no interest in Brianna that way. I am completely one hundred percent straight without a single gay bone in my body.”
Sasha shrugged. “I never said you did. I just said you two act like old married couple.”
“You two do have a very odd relationship,” Anthony added. “It’s hard for me to tell whether you two like each other or hate each other.”
Secilia gently rubbed her foot against the fabric of his pants, the act causing an electric jolt to travel through his groin.
“I don’t hate her. Not at all. I just enjoy teasing her,” Secilia smirked. “She gives the best reactions. It’s gonna be odd not having her around to tease.”
“Sounds like you miss her,” Anthony said.
Secilia scoffed. “Miss her? Me? No. Miss her reactions to my words? Yes.”
“Is there a difference?” asked Sasha.
“No/Yes,” Secilia and Anthony said at the same time.
They glanced at each other. Secilia narrowed her eyes even as her foot began rubbing a little more ferociously, causing the bulge in his pants to strain even more.
“I feel the need to inform you that I do not miss Brianna at all because you seem to be under some confusion here,” Secilia said.
“I don’t think there is anything to be confused about,” Anthony smiled back at her as he took the foot she was using to stroke him into full hardness. He slipped her sock off and began playing with her toes as he continued speaking. “It’s clear that you and Secilia are friends no matter what you might try to tell others. It’s okay to admit it, though. I won’t judge you or it.”
“We are not friends. I just like to bicker with her,” Secilia defended herself.
“Which is not something you’d do unless you were friends with someone,” Anthony countered.
“Ugh. Whatever.” There was a moment of silence before Secilia spoke up again. By that point, she was rubbing her foot along the entire length of his pitch tent. “Okay, so maybe… just maybe, I do think of her as a kind of friend. I mean, it’s just easier since we all live together, but that doesn’t mean I like her.”
“Maybe not romantically, but you do like her as a friend,” Anthony countered.
Secilia and Anthony stared at each other, even as she removed her other shoe, brought up her foot, and began rubbing him with both feet. Anthony shifted and stifled a small moan. The sensation of her feet against his length was muted slightly by the fabric, but he felt enough to know how good it felt. That said, he felt a flicker through his bond with Secilia that said she was waiting for him to do something.
And he had an idea of what it was.
But before he could say anything, Sasha had stood up, perhaps to change seats, and she noticed what was happening.
“What are you two doing?!” She squawked, covering her face with her hands.
“What do you mean?” asked Secilia.
“You know what I mean! Why are you rubbing him with your feet?!” Sasha snapped.
“Because he likes it,” Secilia said with a shrug.
“Because you’re expecting to be punished,” Anthony countered. “Which is going to happen now.”
Anthony had pulled a rope from somewhere and slid easily out of Secilia’s reach. Before the woman had time to move, he grabbed her by the foot and pulled. She squeaked as she fell to the floor. Anthony quickly straddled her and began wrapping the woman in ropes. He looped the rope around her and between her breasts, then tightened the binds before doing it several more times. With each loops, her chest became more pronounced, the peaks sticking out from the fabric, and it became blatantly clear to him that she was not wearing a bra.
“You filthy girl,” Anthony said with a chuckle. “You were just begging me to punish you, weren’t you?”
Secilia blushed bright red. “No… I… I wasn’t…”
“Then why are you so wet?” he asked, slipping a hand into her pants to rub her slit and coming away wet. He held the glistening liquid to her face, forcing her to confront reality. “Admit it, you’re a dirty woman who wants to be punished. Say it. Say you’re a dirty girl.”
“I’m… a dirty girl. Please punish me,” Secilia said with a breathy sigh.
“Good girl. I’m so happy you could admit that. And you know what… good girl’s deserve a reward.”
Anthony hauled Secilia to her feet, then lifted the woman over his shoulder. He glanced at the wide-eyed Sasha and smiled.
“I’ll be right back,” he said.
“Huh?” she started. “Oh, uh. Yeah. Okay.”
He walked into the door without looking back. Sasha stared wide-eyed, but her face began to burn when Secilia’s delighted squeals and sexual moans echoed from the bedroom for the next several hours.
***
Sasha was unable to even look at Anthony and Secilia as they emerged from the bedroom almost five hours later. Anthony went over to a chair and plopped on it to get some sleep. Secilia took up position on her couch again, playing with her console.
Sasha wondered why they came back out if all they were going to do was sleep and game, but that caused her mind to delve into thoughts that became increasingly lewder. She blushed bright red as she considered several reasons they might not want to relax on the bed.
“What are you playing?” she asked, mostly in an effort to distract herself.
“It’s an online game called Victorious Goddess,” Secilia said.
“Oh? And what is it about?”
Sasha wasn’t a gamer. She hadn’t played a video game since she was a child.
“It’s about a world where humans have been forced underground by powerful monsters that have taken over the surface. In an effort to reclaim the surface, commanding officers aka the players must go up to the surface with a group of advanced alien cyborg women to fight against these powerful monsters. The game itself is pretty old. It used to be an online game that was constantly updated until the story inevitably ended. I found out about it by chance and downloaded the files that allow me to play. Sadly, because it’s not updating anymore, they don’t have any new limited time events, but there is a lot of ground to cover in the story. I’m on chapter 34 and it’s getting really intense.”
“That sounds like interesting story,” Sasha admitted. “Are all games like that?”
“Not all games,” Secilia said. “This one is a story-driven game where the primary focus is on the story over the gameplay. Other games might have no story at all and be purely about fighting or shooting people. There are also some world simulation games where you can play as a normal person, build a house, get married, ect.”
“I see.”
“Are you interested in playing?”
“Not really.”
“Then why ask about it?”
“Just… trying to make conversation,” Sasha said. “I don’t know a whole lot about you.”
“So you’re trying to figure me out? Well, if you have any questions about me, feel free to ask. I’m an open dataslate… well, mostly.”
“Then can I ask… how you and Anthony got together?” asked Sasha.
Secilia blew out a breath. “Asking the loaded questions right off the bat, I see. Well, I don’t mind. You’ll wanna sit down for this. It’s a bit of a story.”
Sasha sat down next to Secilia and listened with rapt attention as the woman told her about how she became Anthony’s bondmate. The woman gasped where appropriate and ooh’d when appropriate. She was quite the attentive audience. She also seemed legitimately interested, which was a plus going in her favor.
“I can’t believe you became bondmates after something like that,” Sasha said.
“You mean, you can’t believe Anthony let me bond with him after I betrayed him like that. It’s okay. You don’t need to sugar coat it. I know that I fucked up.” Secilia had already turned off her console and set it aside to tell her story. Now, she leaned back and rested her head against the back, looking at the ceiling. “Back then, I had been completely under Director Azriel’s thumb. I couldn’t disobey him even if I wanted to--not if I wanted my mom to live. Anthony knew that. I think that’s why he was so willing to forgive me.”
“Anthony does seem like a great man,” Sasha said.
Secilia smiled as she looked at where the man in question was sleeping. “He is. He’s always looking after us as best he can. Honestly, the only thing about him that annoys me is how he takes on every burden by himself. He just can’t ask someone else for help. That pisses me off a little.”
“I can see why that would annoy you.”
“I’m glad you get it.”
“So, um, how does the bonding work?” Secilia raised an eyebrow at Sasha, who flushed bright red when heat sprung to her cheeks. “I mean… I thought… I should probably know this since… you know…”
Secilia grinned. “Don’t worry. I get it. The bonding is pretty simple. He just fucks you and suddenly you two are bonded.”
“That is… it?” asked Sasha.
“That’s it.”
“So then… if I wanted to bond with Anthony… should I… what I mean is…”
Sasha did not like the smile on Secilia’s face because it made her seem completely transparent. This woman clearly knew where she was going with this.
“I see. You’re upset that he took me to bed and not you. Is that it?”
“No! Well… maybe… I don’t know…”
Secilia laughed. “I’m sure Anthony would have bonded with you already if he could. The meeting in New Babylon kinda threw a wrench into that plan. But if you wanna bond with Anthony sooner rather than later, I think I can help.”
Sasha perked up. “How?”
“Well…”
Secilia leaned over and began whispering in Sasha’s ear.