The rules of her game

Chapter 1

The wide white yacht "Cassandra," rocking on a barely perceptible swell, was the only source of light in the velvet darkness of the night. Its deck, strewn with soft mattresses and discarded silk pillows, resembled a siren's lair.

At the center of this splendor was she — Karina. Her body, tanned and well-groomed, was clad in nothing — a short red chiffon robe that hinted more than it concealed. The robe's flaps fell open, revealing long legs and a flat stomach, while the thin fabric sharply outlined her high, firm breasts. She reclined on the pillows like a sultana, watching her two lions. In one hand

she lazily swirled a glass of champagne, its bubbles rising to the golden rim like tiny pearls.

Mark, her primary lover, was the embodiment of confidence. Tall, barrel-chested, with thick dark hair, he sprawled in a chair opposite her, his gaze, heavy and moist, sliding over Karina as if stroking her. He was the master here by right of strength and desire.

"Boring, boys," Karina drawled languidly, her voice low and husky, making one shiver. "Did you sail all the way here for my birthday just to be silent?"

She set the glass down and, unhurriedly, rose. The chiffon robe rustled like snakeskin. Her gaze slid from Mark to Alex, and a mischievous, dangerous spark flashed in her eyes. She knew of their hidden rivalry and intended to fan it into full flame.

The first victim of her game was Mark. She walked over to him, the sway of her hips as smooth as the rocking of the yacht. Stopping before his chair, she slowly, without breaking eye contact, untied the robe's belt. The fabric slid silently from her shoulders, pooling on the deck in a silken puddle. She stood before him completely naked, bathed in moonlight, defiantly beautiful.

Mark did not keep her waiting. With a growl full of animal passion, he pulled her to him, seating her on his powerful thighs. His lips pressed roughly against hers, his hands immediately seized her breasts, his thumbs teasingly running over her nipples, making them harden. Karina responded with equal wildness, digging her nails into his shoulders, her body arching, pressing against him. She knew Alex was watching, and this knowledge made the kiss a thousand times sweeter.

Alex watched, squeezing his untouched glass. A wave of burning jealousy rose in his throat. He saw the muscles of Karina's back tense under Mark's palms, heard her muffled moan. He was burning. But the thought of the diagnosis, of the possible consequences, was like an ice-cold shower. He was trapped: his body demanded participation, while his mind screamed of danger.

"And why are you so quiet, Alex? Jealous?" she whispered, sliding off Mark's lap and approaching him.

"No, Karina, it's just..." his voice broke. He couldn't say it out loud, couldn't taint this beautiful night with his "dirty" secret.

Mark snorted, leaning back in his chair.

"Don't mind him, darling. He's all in his formulas and calculations today. A nerd, through and through."

He said it with a good-natured contempt that made Alex's fists clench.

"No calculations tonight," she whispered right into his ear, and her hot breath made him tense in anticipation. "Just me... you... and him."

Her lips were so close to his. Alex felt the ground fall away beneath him. He saw droplets of champagne on her lower lip, saw the dark abyss of desire in her eyes. And in that moment, he understood that his secret might become the main participant in their crazy night tonight. The boundary between him and the heaven he so desperately wanted to enter.

Chapter 2

From hidden speakers flowed languid, rhythmic music, its beat merging with the steady tapping of the yacht's hull against the waves. The luxurious cabin with panoramic windows, beyond which the black abyss of the sea splashed, now seemed a temple of vice. At its center was a huge round bed, covered in black velvet.

Karina stood before them, still naked, her skin under the soft light of the sconces like gilded marble. Her eyes, dark and shiny as wet obsidian, slid over the men, assessing, weighing their desire. She saw the hungry fire in Mark's eyes and the smoldering, yet restrained passion in Alex's gaze. This difference excited her most of all.

"It seems you're both overdressed for such a celebration," she declared, and a commander's steel rang in her voice.

She slowly approached Mark, who had already shed his shirt, revealing a torso covered in a light sheen of sweat. His cock, powerful and confident like himself, was already hard in anticipation. Her fingers slid to his waist, and she deftly unbuckled his belt, then the zipper. The fabric slid heavily to the floor. Then she turned to Alex. He froze like a deer in headlights. Her touches were just as slow and methodical, she undressed him like unwrapping a precious gift, revealing his slender, toned body. His erection was no less strong, but he seemed fragile, vulnerable against the backdrop of Mark's raw strength.

"Lie down," she ordered Alex, pointing to the center of the bed.

He obeyed, his back pressing against the cool velvet. Karina cast a glance over the two aroused men standing on either side of the bed. She was the conductor, and they were her orchestra.

Then she leaned down. Her lips, full and soft, closed around the head of Mark's cock. She took her time, playing with him, taking him in little by little, watching as his stomach tensed and his fingers dug into the velvet cover. Her tongue performed complex, virtuoso movements, and it was clear she knew every one of his erogenous zones.

At the same time, she threw a glance at Alex, who lay behind her. No words were needed. Mark, understanding her silent command, roughly turned Karina over, forcing her onto her hands and knees, her mouth still occupied by him. Now her firm, perfect buttocks were raised up, right to Alex's face. He froze for a moment, gripped by a mixture of shame and incredible arousal. But desire was stronger. He leaned into her, his hands grabbing her hips, and his tongue plunged into her wet, secret rosebud.

But the feast had to continue. Karina slowly pulled away from Mark, leaving his cock shiny and pulsing from her saliva. She turned her head to Alex, her lips wet and swollen.

"Now it's your turn, Alex," she whispered, and her eyes shone with promise.

It was at that moment that Alex's cup of patience overflowed. He froze, his face contorted in a grimace of agonizing shame. He reached for his pants lying on the floor and, with trembling fingers, pulled a small square packet from his pocket. A bright, acid-gold condom. The sound of him tearing the foil was deafeningly loud, like a gunshot, shattering the magic of the moment.

"What is that?" Karina's voice was cold as ice.

Her eyebrows shot up. She saw Alex's embarrassment, but this deliberate, humiliating precaution seemed like a personal insult to her.

Mark snorted: "Oh, for God's sake, Alex, seriously? Your paranoia again?"

Alex closed his eyes for a second, his fingers squeezing the thin latex ring. He felt himself burning inside. Humiliation and fear fought within him.

"I... I can't without it," he forced out, his voice hoarse and broken. He couldn't look at her.

"Can't?" Karina rose up on her knees, her posture becoming threatening. "Why? Because of me?"

"No! It's not about you..." he swallowed the lump in his throat. The pressure, his partner's angry gaze, Mark's mocking laughter—it all broke him. "It's me... I have... the doctors told me. There's a problem. An STD. I signed papers... I have to..."

He blurted it out in one breath, and dead silence fell in the cabin. Even the music couldn't fill that void.

"So that's it!" she exclaimed. "That's why you've been so tense today! My poor, sick boy."

Her words were sharp as a blade. Humiliating. But there was no disgust in her eyes. A new, even more depraved interest flared there. This news didn't scare her; on the contrary, it added spice. She saw his pain, his shame, and that made him even more desirable in her eyes—broken, vulnerable, in need of her mercy.

"Well then," she drawled, and her voice became silky again, but now with a dangerous game in it. "Since you're so responsible... Let's not break the rules."

She nodded for him to put on the condom. His fingers trembled as he pulled the thin film over his erect cock. The gold latex sharply contrasted with his pale skin, a screaming symbol of his flaw.

While she was busy with Alex, Mark, who couldn't stand inaction, approached from behind. He roughly spread her buttocks, his fingers lubricated her with her own juices, and without further ceremony, with one powerful motion, entered her from behind. Karina cried out loudly, but not from pain—from pleasure, her cry muffled by Alex's cock in her mouth.

They moved like that for several minutes: Mark, fiercely and deeply entering her wet flesh from behind, and Alex, with a blissful face, watching his sheathed cock slide between her lips.

Then Karina changed everything again. She pushed Alex away and slipped out of Mark's embrace. "Now differently," she said, lying on her back and pulling Alex to her. "You—inside me."

Alex, still in the condom, found himself between her spread legs. His body trembled with tension. He entered her, and the velvety warmth of her insides, even through the latex, made his eyes roll back. But that wasn't all. Karina turned her head to Mark, who was kneeling beside her face.

"And you... stay right here," she ordered, and her lips closed around Mark's cock again.

Alex fucked her harder and harder, as if wanting to grind to dust both the condom and his disease and everything in the world. He saw her eyes roll back in pleasure, felt her legs tighten around his lower back. He saw Mark, kneeling over her face, throw his head back and growl, his fist clenching and unclenching in the air, ready for another round.

It was chaos. It was the geometry of depravity. And at the center of this hurricane was Karina, absolute and omnipotent goddess, who had turned another's shame into the sharpest instrument of her own pleasure.

Chapter 3

The silence in the cabin was deceptive. It was filled with ragged breathing, wet squelching sounds, and the barely perceptible rustle of latex. The very atmosphere seemed charged to the limit, ready to ignite from any spark.

Karina lay on her back, her body covered in a thin film of sweat that glistened in the soft light like polished bronze. Her chest rose and fell heavily, but there was no fatigue in her eyes—only a predatory, insatiable gleam. She watched as Mark and Alex recovered from the previous round. Mark, mighty and self-assured, was already ready again, his cock proudly rising above his powerful thighs as if it had never tired. Alex sat leaning against the headboard, his gaze absent, his fingers nervously fiddling with the edge of the gold condom wrapper. He was in love with her, and every time he had to put on that damned rubber, something tore inside his soul.

But Karina had no time for his torment. Her mind, sharp and inventive, was already constructing a new, the most piquant act of their night. The idea of double penetration, of being filled by both of them simultaneously, taking the situation with Alex's diagnosis to its logical and depraved climax, made her blood run faster.

"Mark," her voice sounded hoarse and commanding. "Lie down."

Mark obediently lowered himself onto the center of the bed, his body sinking into the soft folds of the sheet. He looked at Karina with the expectation of a predator who knows the prey is coming to him.

Karina slowly rose. Her movements were fluid but full of hidden strength. She was like a panther preparing to pounce. She approached Mark, her gaze sliding over his erect cock, then shifting to Alex.

"And you, Alex, watch and learn how to obey," she threw over her shoulder at the man, and a mocking smile touched her lips.

She positioned herself on her knees over Mark, her hands resting on his muscular chest for support. She was facing him, her gaze now fixed on Alex, who sat nearby, his eyes showing a mixture of desire and anticipation. Slowly, with theatrical slowness, she lowered herself onto Mark's cock. But not where he expected.

She guided him to her anal opening. Mark gasped in surprise, his hands instinctively gripping her hips. He was used to her vagina, to its wet, welcoming tightness. The anus was different territory—tighter, forbidden, requiring preparation and trust, which Karina was now demonstratively bestowing upon him.

"Relax, handsome," she whispered, feeling his tension transfer to her. "This isn't a plumbing pipe."

She lowered herself slowly, millimeter by millimeter, overcoming the resistance of her own body. Her face contorted in a grimace of concentration and pain mixed with pleasure. She felt him stretching her, filling her, entering her deepest part. When he was fully inside, she froze, her head thrown back, a long, moaning exhale escaping her throat. She sat on him as if on a throne, feeling every pulse of his cock inside her body.

And then her gaze, heavy and full of promise, fell on Alex. He was still stroking himself, his eyes glued to the place where the lovers' bodies joined.

"Enough playing with yourself," she said, and steel rang in her voice again. "I have better work for you."

She leaned forward, bracing her hands on Mark's chest, changing the angle. Her breasts hung down, her nipples brushing Mark's skin. She was right in front of Alex's face.

"Now you'll be in my mouth," she whispered. "And don't you dare get distracted."

Alex, caught off guard, froze. His cock, hard and ready, was a centimeter from her lips. Karina, without stopping her rhythmic movements on Mark's cock, opened her mouth wide and took Alex inside.

The sensation was surreal. From behind, in her tightest and most forbidden place, she was filled by Mark, his powerful thrusts making her whole body move back and forth. In front, her mouth was occupied by Alex, and her head moved in the same rhythm as her hips. She was completely occupied, torn between two men, between two types of penetration. She felt the smooth latex of Alex on her tongue and the living, hot flesh of Mark deep inside her. This contrast drove her crazy. She sucked Alex with fierce passion, her lips and tongue working tirelessly, while her anal sphincter clenched around Mark, responding to each of his thrusts.

Mark, feeling her wild contractions, groaned and sped up. His hands, holding her hips, became guides, helping her move, driving himself deeper and sharper into her. He watched her back, watched her muscles work, and saw her head moving on Alex's cock. The sight was so arousing he felt himself nearing the edge.

But Karina was alert again. She felt Mark's body tense and understood he was close. She didn't want it to end so soon. Not now. Not before the main act.

"No," she said, breathing heavily. Her voice was hoarse from strain. "Too early. Now... now I want both of you. Together."

She turned over, now on her knees, her back to Mark. She took his hand and guided his cock back to her anus. He entered more easily now, wet and ready. She lowered herself onto him, taking him fully. Then she looked at Alex, her eyes burning with challenge.

"And now you. Enter me. From the front."

Alex understood. His heart pounded. Double penetration. That very fantasy he had read about but never thought he'd be a participant in,