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He knew Blair was with Serena, so expected his penthouse to be empty. After all, the whole point of the complicated heist was to keep Serena away from Tripp without relying on a threesome.

He expected only Carina be there. He didn’t give her a key, but he wasn’t naive enough to expect that to stop her. On the contrary, Carina would enjoy it even more, probably by ambushing him directly.

Yet, when he returned, he found the penthouse more crowded than he expected. Not just with Carina, but also with Blair and Serena. They were in the living room, drinking wine and laughing. Blair was relaxed and happy after a successful ploy, while Serena was halfway between shocked and relaxed.

Meanwhile, Carina was leaning back, fully relaxed. After all, as far as missions went, it had been an easy win for her. No risk, no extra work, and since she was here, lounging, it meant that she managed to dump the paperwork to another team.

Though, the most striking part was that all three were in their underwear, the kind that was worn to look good rather than be comfortable.

“Am I interrupting your girl’s night?” he said. “I can disappear at the studio.”

“Nonsense. Join us,” Blair said, her tone inviting and relaxed. “But first, go make us some cocktails.”

“How about mojitos?”

That earned matching cheers from Carina and Serena. A minute later, he returned, ignoring their whispers and conspiratorial glances. He could see them plotting something, but he was happy to let that continue rather than interrupting them.

He sat down. Blair was the first one to speak. “You’re overdressed,” she said, immediately removing his tie, while Carina removed his jacket, and Serena reached, unbuttoning his shirt.

He lay back, amused and entertained. It was a good start. As for Serena, if Blair changed her mind, who was he to argue about it?

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me that Carina is an undercover agent,” Blair complained.

“You’re the one who confidently declared that you can see through the real plan. It’s not my fault you couldn’t sniff Carina out.”

“Talk about setting someone up for failure,” Carina said.

“Hey, she was the one that ran her mouth,” he teased while Blair growled in impotent anger. She was absurdly cute.

“Do you pull a lot of undercover missions?” Serena said. “Isn’t it dangerous?”

Carina smiled. “Let’s just say today’s mission is a holiday.”

Ethan smirked. “That’s because I know how to do recon before asking for help,” he quipped, reminding her how things went awry during that mission.

It was fun to see Carina shuffle guiltily. “That sounds like a fun story,” Serena commented.

“Nothing too exciting. Just I had to escort her to a casino, and we had to split because there were a few goons with guns, which I avoided,” he said, deliberately ignoring multiple gunfights and actual danger. Teasing Carina was fun, but he had no intention revealing the truth about that mission.

He liked Blair, but he didn’t trust her ability to keep that as a secret. And, the less said about Serena, the better.

Carina followed the general vibe, radiating a cute smile. “Yes, you suffered a lot in the arms of a sexy CIA agent.”

That made Serena and Blair turn to him. He smiled. “Well, we had to avoid attention, and decided no one would check when a beautiful and young couple was longing at the poolside. So, we had a lot of fun while said thugs spend their days checking storage rooms and airducks.” He shrugged. “When life gives you lemons, you make Lynchburg Lemonade.”

“Or sex on the beach,” Carina responded.

“Sex on the beach doesn’t have lemons,” Serena commented.

Carina smirked. “Who’s talking about cocktails?”

The room filled with giggles. He could see that both Blair and Serena wanted to listen to more, but he didn’t want to, so he filled it with imaginary details. Mostly because he didn’t want to reveal how excessive his fighting abilities were. Beating up a few gangsters in the bar was fine, but surviving a gunfight with rogue spies was not a story he wanted going around.

“How do you even meet with a DEA agent?” Serena asked, looking at Carina as well.

“Illegal street racing,” he answered shamelessly. They looked at him, shocked. “In my defense, she was the one that challenged.”

Carina shrugged, her smile seductive. “That’s not the most absurd thing I did when I got bored. And, it was an easy victory.”

“Only because I didn’t have time to modify my trusty old Mustang,” he responded, flirting and competing with Carina at the same time, giving her time to preen. Soon, Carina was telling some of her tamer adventures. Carina always loved preening, and for Blair and Serena, her tales were like catnip.

They were already halfway seduced.

While Carina talked, she dragged her fingers along his arm, flirting more openly.

“Maybe you should show us some tricks,” Blair eventually suggested.

“Maybe,” Carina said, her fingers reaching for her discarded clothes. He noticed what she had in mind, but he acted surprised when she handcuffed his arms behind him. No need to ruin the mood of the room, especially since he suspected he would enjoy it quite a bit.

“The first rule is proper distraction,” she said, the click of the handcuffs ringing in the room.

“Well, I can’t argue,” he said theatricality, and made a show of trying to get out, but merely shuffling in place.

“Naturally, most targets resist, and guidelines are not always strict when it comes to rules of enhanced interrogation,” Carina said, her hips positioned. Then, she leaned down, and bit his neck. “Call more often, you bastard,” she whispered.

“I’m not the one that disappears for classified missions without leaving a way to connect,” he whispered back. “Do you really want me to start poking around the DEA database to find a way to reach you when you’re undercover?”

“Maybe, “she whispered playfully, then pulled back, continuing her teaching cadence. “There’s no torture like keeping a man on the edge. It’s all about control,” she said and gestured to Serena, who was more than happy to remove his pants, her fingers brushing against his shaft.

He noted that Serena’s fingers trembled with a greater excitement than he expected. Blair must have shared some stories about him for her attitude to change that much.

Then, Carina kissed him, her tongue domineering while her hips teased him. When she pulled back, she removed her panties and stuffed them into his mouth, gagging him. He let her. It was a fun change of pace, and he could see that Carina was enjoying it, both the sense of control it granted her, and also showing off to her new ‘friends’.

For people that just met, Carina got along surprisingly well with Blair and Serena, but maybe he shouldn’t be surprised. At her core, Carina did have that mean party girl energy. And, with most of her life in dangerous situations, she didn’t have a lot of chance to enjoy herself.

Blair and Serena allowed her to scratch that itch without any danger, mostly because the worlds they operated was different.

He enjoyed Carina’s kisses whenever she pulled out his makeshift gag only to stuff it back, even though her bites were hard enough to leave mark, glad that his skin didn’t stay bruised for long. Come morning, they would be gone. He focused on the sensation of her hips.

Whenever she pulled back, Carina was giving a crash course on how to edge a man.

“God, this is hot,” Serena whispered, biting her lip. Blair said nothing, but the way she shifted in her seat and pressed her thighs together spoke volumes. He had to admit, Blair’s reaction, or lack of reaction, to Serena continued to surprise him.

Outwardly, he did act like her edging was working, but that didn’t mean he was helpless. Even with his hands tied down, there were too many tricks he could pull to drive Carina crazy. With every minute, her moans got more honest.

Carina’s supposed enhanced interrogation lasted twenty minutes before her body shook with a familiar tremble. He caught her gaze, smirking despite his full mouth.

She could hide her defeat from her new friends, but not from him.

[Achievement complete. Defeat Carina in her own game despite significant handicaps.

Challenge: Hard]

[+10 Agility

1 Random Gold Skill

1 Random Gold Reward]

He picked the stat, as Agility was useful than betting on a reward. He was almost sure that it would be another weapon.

“Too bad I have a flight to catch so I can’t continue teasing you,” Carina whispered as she angled herself, acting like she won. He decided to let her have that victory, as it was hardly a great sacrifice with her walls clamping around his girth as she pushed down.

She didn’t play along. Her hips moved up and down hard, the invasion loud, enough to make a weaker man beg for mercy. He just let out a muffled moan while he enjoyed her velvet grip.

Blair and Serena were breathing heavier now. Blair’s hand had slipped between her thighs, rubbing herself slowly through her underwear while she watched. Serena was more open about it, one hand inside her bra, pinching her nipple as she stared transfixed at Carina swallowing his cock again and again.

Blair and Serena were strangely comfortable about it.

Carina noticed and smirked. “You like watching me tame your man?” she asked Blair teasingly, bouncing harder on his lap.

Serena moaned softly in response, nodding. Blair leaned closer, her eyes dark with lust. “He looks so good like this,” she whispered.

Carina rode him faster, her hips slamming down with each thrust, taking him deep. She grabbed his hair, pulling hard, which showed just how badly she missed him.

He couldn’t blame her. He was memorable. Though, as Carina teased him, he caught her gaze, not hiding just how much he liked her. She tightened even more. Carina was a spy, and emotional availability impacted her even more than his physical prowess.

“Cum for me,” Carina declared, trying to sound commanding, but only begging. She leaned down to bite his neck, and he rewarded her.

Carina stayed on him after he came, hips still rolling in slow, greedy circles like she was chasing the last of it. She didn’t climb off. Her thighs were locked around his, the handcuffs still holding his wrists behind the couch, and she looked down at him with that half-smug, half-wrecked expression, one she wore while acting like her loss was actually victory.

“Come here, girls. I’ll teach you advantages of teamwork.”

Blair moved first. She had already worked her underwear to the side while she touched herself; she didn’t bother fixing it. She sat on his left, leaning in so her breasts pressed against his bound arm and the side of his chest. Serena followed a second later on his right, even more eager, though somehow still managing to look graceful despite it.

Watching her move, he understood why half of Manhattan was obsessed with her.

Carina watched them settle, already moving, deep rolls of her hips that kept him inside her, wet and loud in the quiet room. “Kiss his neck,” she said. “Both of you. And keep your hands where I can see them.”

Serena’s mouth found the side of his throat first, just under the mark Carina had already left. Her kisses were sloppy but enthusiastic, too happy to get a taste. Blair joined a moment later, only after watching Serena, her gaze complicated. He didn’t try to talk her about it yet.

Instead, he tipped his head back in an exaggerated motion, giving them what they needed. The handcuffs bit into his wrists when he tested them; he let them. He was tempted to free himself and repeat it on Carina, but he didn’t want to challenge Carina in front of her new … friends? Proteges? Fangirls?

“Good,” Carina moaned as she braced a hand on his chest and rode him harder, the angle shifting so he hit deeper.

Blair’s breath hitched as she watched Carina’s dance from close quarters even though she kept kissing his neck. Serena was the same, but her hands were on him, caressing his chest and abs, first time feeling his muscles.

Carina’s rhythm turned meaner. She lifted almost all the way off and dropped back down, taking him to the hilt each time, the wet sound of it filling the penthouse.

Eventually, Carina climaxed again, this time explosive enough that even Serena caught on. The girls pulled back, watching Carina tremble on his lap. He couldn’t blame them. Carina looked spectacular.

She didn’t stop. Instead, she leaned to his ear. “You owe me one, and I need some help in Vegas in a few days. Be there.”

“As you wish, madam,” he whispered back after she finally removed his gag. She kissed him again. Then, she glanced over at Blair and Serena, both of them flushed and visibly aroused.

“It was fun to have a girl’s night, but I have a plane to catch,” Carina said as she slid out. “But, let me give you a gift before I leave,” she said, and threw the key for the handcuff to Blair.

Blair and Serena exchanged a heated look, tempted and surprised.

“Really, Carina,” he said, acting like he couldn’t get out of the handcuffs without the key.

Carina left with a smug smile, leaving him as a prisoner.

A fake prisoner…