"Hüseynağa, kneel," Brilyant commanded, her voice a silken thread that pulled taut at Hüseynağa's core. He obeyed instantly, the plush carpet of their opulent home cushioning his knees, his gaze fixed on the floor, unable to meet her piercing eyes.
"Good boy," she purred, her heels clicking against the hardwood as she circled him, a predator assessing its captive. "You've been such a devoted slave, haven't you?"
"Yes, Mistress," Hüseynağa replied, his voice barely above a whisper, the weight of his submission heavy in his chest.
Brilyant stopped in front of him, her hand sliding under his chin, lifting his face to meet her gaze. "And you would do anything for me, wouldn't you?"
"Anything, Mistress," he affirmed, the truth of his words resonating in the air between them.
A sly smile curled her lips as she released him, stepping back to watch him tremble with anticipation. "Then you'll be pleased to know that I've found a new way for you to serve me," she said, her tone dripping with mischief.
Before Hüseynağa could respond, the door to their private chamber opened, and in walked Talıb, a man Hüseynağa knew all too well. His presence was like a cold shock, the reality of the situation settling in.
"Talıb, darling," Brilyant greeted, her voice shifting to one of warmth and desire. "I believe you're acquainted with my pet, Hüseynağa?"
Talıb nodded, his eyes raking over Hüseynağa's submissive form with a mixture of amusement and contempt. "I am," he said, his voice smooth as velvet. "A pleasure to see him like this."
Brilyant laughed, a sound that seemed to echo the power dynamics in the room. "Oh, he's not just here for show," she said, her hand reaching out to caress Talıb's cheek. "He's going to watch us, and he's going to learn what it means to be a true cuckold."
Hüseynağa's heart raced, his breath hitching as Brilyant's words painted a vivid picture in his mind. The humiliation, the desire, the raw, animalistic need that twisted in his gut—it was intoxicating.
"On your feet, slave," Brilyant ordered, and Hüseynağa rose, his legs unsteady. She led him to a plush chair by the bed, forcing him to sit. "You will watch everything. You will not look away. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress," Hüseynağa murmured, his eyes already locked on the pair as they began to undress each other, their movements fluid and full of promise.
Brilyant's hands explored Talıb's body with confident ease, her nails scoring lines of desire down his chest, while Talıb's fingers deftly unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts to his hungry mouth. Hüseynağa watched, entranced and aching, as Brilyant's head fell back in ecstasy, her moans filling the room.
As Talıb's hands roamed Brilyant's body, claiming her, Hüseynağa's own body responded in kind, his arousal painfully clear. He was acutely aware of his own desperate need, his role in this erotic tableau—the loyal, devoted witness to his Mistress's pleasure.
"Touch yourself," Brilyant commanded, her eyes locking onto Hüseynağa's. "I want you to come with us."
Hüseynağa's hand moved obediently, his fingers encircling his hardness, stroking in time with the rhythm of Brilyant and Talıb's lovemaking. The sight of them, the knowledge of his place in their dynamic, fueled his desire, pushing him closer to the edge.
Brilyant's cries of pleasure grew louder, more fervent, as Talıb drove into her with increasing intensity. Hüseynağa's own release built within him, a tide of sensation that threatened to overwhelm.
"Now, Hüseynağa!" Brilyant screamed, her climax crashing over her, and Hüseynağa followed, his orgasm ripping through him as he watched his Mistress surrender to her own bliss.
As the three of them came down from the heights of their shared ecstasy, Brilyant's gaze never left Hüseynağa's. "You've pleased me greatly," she said, her voice soft, but no less authoritative. "This is only the beginning of your training, my dear cuckold. You are mine, and you will do anything to ensure my pleasure, won't you?"
"Yes, Mistress," Hüseynağa replied, his voice filled with devotion and the promise of endless submission. "Anything for you."
And in that moment, Hüseynağa
