Josh lingered outside the kitchen, steeling himself before stepping inside. Through the slightly ajar door, he heard Claire’s laughter mingled with another voice—Ryan’s deep, confident tone.
His stomach tightened. He hadn’t expected Ryan to be here tonight. As usual, Josh was naked, and the thought of Ryan seeing his chastity device horrified him.
Pushing the door open, Josh entered and froze. Claire stood near the counter, arms crossed, her smile sharp and amused. Ryan leaned casually against the same counter, a jar of grape jelly in his hand.
Josh’s eyes darted to the floor, and there it was: a messy smear of purple on the pristine white tiles. His chest tightened.
“Ah, there he is,” Claire said, her eyes lighting up as she noticed him. “Right on time.”
Ryan glanced over, a smirk playing on his lips. He held up the jar of jelly with a casual shrug. “Made a bit of a mess. Hope you don’t mind.”
Josh swallowed hard, his face warming with humiliation. Claire’s gaze fixed on him, her amusement apparent.
“Well?” she said, her voice calm and commanding. “You know what to do.”
Josh nodded quickly, dropping to his knees on the cold tiles. “Yes, Claire,” he murmured.
Claire smiled, stepping closer, her heels clicking against the floor with each deliberate step. “Good. Show me how grateful you are.”
Josh lowered himself further, bracing his palms on the floor as he leaned down to begin licking up the jelly. The taste was sickly sweet, but the flavor wasn’t what made his cheeks burn. It was the presence of Ryan, watching him with that ever-present smirk.
Ryan leaned back against the counter, crossing his arms as he watched. “You weren’t kidding, Claire,” he said, his voice rich with amusement. “He really will do anything for you.”
Claire chuckled softly. “He knows his place.”
Josh’s ears burned at their words, but he kept working, his tongue cleaning every streak of jelly from the tiles. The room was quiet except for the faint sound of his movements and the occasional click of Claire’s heels as she circled him, her eyes never leaving his form.
Just as he finished the last smear of jelly, a sudden splash of cold water hit the back of his head. He flinched, startled, as the water trickled down his neck and soaked his shirt.
“Oops,” Ryan said, his tone dripping with mock innocence. “Guess my hand slipped.”
Josh froze, his humiliation doubling as he felt the cold liquid pooling around him on the tiles. Slowly, he glanced up, seeing Ryan holding an empty glass with that same infuriating smirk.
Claire raised an eyebrow but made no move to chastise Ryan. Instead, she crouched down in front of Josh, her sharp gaze locking onto his.
“Did I tell you to stop?” she asked, her tone deceptively soft but carrying a weight that made Josh’s heart race.
“N-no, Claire,” he stammered, quickly lowering his gaze.
“Then get back to it,” she said, standing again and folding her arms.
Josh hesitated for a split second before leaning down again, his face hovering just above the floor. The cold water met his tongue as he began lapping it up, his body trembling with shame.
Ryan let out a low chuckle. “You’re really making him clean that up, huh?”
Claire glanced at Ryan, her lips curving into a smirk. “Of course. A mess is a mess.”
Josh continued his task, his cheeks burning as the water spread further, forcing him to crawl to reach every last drop. By the time he finished, his shirt was damp, and his hands trembled slightly from the strain of holding himself up.
When the floor was spotless, he sat back on his heels, his head bowed.
Claire stepped closer, tilting his chin up with her finger. Her expression was unreadable, but her voice was firm. “Good boy.”
Josh’s chest tightened, her praise cutting through the layers of humiliation and filling him with a strange sense of pride.
“Go wait for me in the living room,” Claire instructed. “Kneeling.”
“Yes, Claire,” Josh said softly, rising shakily to his feet.
As he left the kitchen, he could hear Ryan’s laughter behind him.
“You really do have him wrapped around your finger,” Ryan said.
Claire’s voice followed Josh as he walked down the hall, steady and unshakable. “He knows who he belongs to.”
Josh lowered himself to his knees in the living room, his body still trembling slightly. The mix of humiliation and satisfaction lingered in his mind, a constant reminder of his place.
And for now, that was enough.