Wicked Ties

A Night of Indulgence

The limousine purred as it rolled up the long, winding driveway of Hael’s father’s mansion. Willow watched through the tinted windows, her eyes wide as the sprawling estate came into view, each grand, glittering detail illuminated by the soft glow of hundreds of lights. It looked like something out of a movie, a place built for kings and criminals alike, where luxury and danger mingled in the same breath.

Lolly sat beside her, adjusting the neckline of her shimmering black dress. She caught Willow staring out the window and smirked. “Intense, isn’t it?”

Willow nodded, her fingers nervously smoothing the fabric of her own dress, a sleek, dark number that Lolly had insisted she wear. “I’ve never seen anything like this.”

Hael, seated across from them, watched them both quietly. He hadn’t said much on the ride over, his mind clearly elsewhere. His tuxedo was sharp, perfectly tailored to fit his tall, athletic frame, but his composure told Willow that tonight wasn’t just about showing off his family’s wealth. It was about something much more important.

“This isn’t just a party,” Willow said quietly, her voice low as she glanced at Hael. “Is it?”

Hael’s eyes met hers, and for a moment, the coldness in them softened. “No, it’s not. My father’s parties... they’re about business. Deals get made here. Alliances. It’s not a place for mistakes.”

Lolly raised an eyebrow. “So, we’re walking into a room full of criminals?”

Hael gave her a wry smile. “Pretty much. Just keep your heads down, enjoy the party, and don’t ask questions.”

The limousine pulled to a stop in front of the mansion, and a uniformed attendant opened the door for them. As they stepped out onto the marble driveway, Willow got nervous. They joined the other guests making their way into the opulent entrance.

Inside, the grand ballroom was a spectacle of wealth. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling. Men in tailored suits and women in elegant gowns floated through the room, their laughter mingling with the soft clink of champagne glasses. Everywhere she looked, there were signs of excess—gold-trimmed walls, exotic flowers, and tables overflowing with expensive liquor and decadent food.

But behind the beauty, there was the anxiety that came with being surrounded by dangerous people, people who operated outside the law, who were capable of things she couldn’t even begin to imagine. These were the people Hael’s father worked with, the people he did business with. And now, by association, they were in that world too.

Hael placed a hand on Willow’s lower back, guiding her through the crowd. Lolly followed close behind, her eyes wide with curiosity as she took in the extravagance around them. Willow felt out of place, like a bird in a cage made of gold. She could sense eyes on them, the whispers of men and women who recognized Hael, who knew exactly who his father was and what he represented.

“Try to enjoy yourselves,” Hael murmured, leaning in close to Willow’s ear. “No one’s going to bother us here.”

Willow nodded, though her nerves were still frayed. She reached for a glass of champagne from a passing server and took a sip, hoping the alcohol would take the edge off. Beside her, Lolly had already found a flute of champagne of her own and was chatting animatedly with a group of women in glittering dresses, her usual charm on full display.

As the night wore on, the trio moved through the crowd, mingling, drinking, and indulging in the excess around them. But no matter how many glasses of champagne Willow drank, or how many decadent hors d’oeuvres Lolly sampled, the sense of unease lingered. It was clear that Hael was on edge too, his eyes constantly scanning the room.

At one point, Hael’s father, Victor Maddox, appeared, a tall, imposing figure with silver hair and a sharp suit that exuded authority. He approached them with the kind of cold, calculating gaze that made Willow’s skin crawl.

“Hael,” Victor said, his voice deep and smooth. “I’m glad you could make it. And you’ve brought your... companions.” His eyes flicked to Willow and Lolly, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips, though there was no warmth in it.

“Of course,” Hael replied, his tone polite but distant. “We wouldn’t miss it.”

Victor’s gaze lingered on Lolly for a moment longer than necessary before he turned his attention back to Hael. “Remember, tonight is important. Don’t let any distractions pull you away from what needs to be done.”

Hael’s jaw tightened, but he nodded. “I understand.”

With that, Victor walked away, disappearing into the crowd of dangerous men and elegant women. Willow watched him leave, with the unspoken warning in his words. She

could see how much Hael hated being here, how much he resented his father’s control over him. But there was no escaping it.

As the evening stretched on, the tension between them simmered, unspoken but ever-present. Lolly, always one to chase the thrill of the moment, leaned in close to Willow, her breath warm against her ear. “This place is insane,” she whispered, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. “We need to get away from all these stuffy people. Find somewhere more... private.”

Lolly’s hand brushed against Willow’s arm, her touch sending a shiver down her spine. She glanced at Hael, who was watching them with that familiar, dark intensity in his eyes, the kind of look that made Willow feel like the only person in the room.

Lolly grinned, clearly reading the tension between them. “Let’s go.”

They slipped away from the main ballroom, weaving through the mansion’s maze of hallways until they found a secluded room near the back of the house. It was a private sitting room, luxurious in its simplicity, with a velvet couch and a wall of windows that overlooked the moonlit gardens. The sound of the party faded into the background as the door clicked shut behind them, leaving the three of them alone in the quiet, intimate space.

The mixture of alcohol, luxury, and tension heightened every sensation Willow felt. Hael moved closer to her, his hand sliding to the small of her back as he pressed his body against hers. The air between them crackled with unspoken desire, and Willow’s breath hitched as his lips brushed against her neck, soft at first, then more insistent.

Lolly, never one to be left out, stepped in front of them, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she pulled Willow closer, her fingers tracing the outline of Willow’s dress. “You look so good tonight,” she whispered, her voice low and teasing.

Willow blushed, her body already responding to Lolly’s touch. The mix of heat from Hael behind her and Lolly’s hands on her skin sent a thrill through her, making her forget, if only for a moment, the dangerous environment they were in.

Hael’s breath was hot against her ear as he murmured, “You’re both driving me crazy.”

Lolly grinned, clearly enjoying the effect they were having on him. “Good,” she purred, her lips brushing against Willow’s as she spoke. “Because we’re not done yet.”

Without warning, Lolly kissed Willow, slow and deep, her hands sliding down to Willow’s hips as she pulled her closer. Willow melted into the kiss, her head spinning from the rush, from the champagne,from the molly they had popped in the limo, from the heat of Hael’s body behind her.

Hael’s hands gripped her waist, firm but gentle as he pressed himself against her, his lips grazing the back of her neck. The room felt like it was spinning, they became lost in the moment.

Lolly pulled back, her eyes filled with desire as she turned her attention to Hael. “What do you want to do with her?”

Hael’s gaze was locked on Willow, his voice rough with need. “Everything.”

Lolly laughed softly, her hand trailing down Willow’s arm as she pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “I think we can arrange that.”

Hael’s hands were everywhere—on Willow, on Lolly—his touch possessive, as if he needed to claim them both, to mark them as his in this world of luxury and danger.

Willow was consumed by the taste of Lolly’s lips and the feel of Hael’s hands on her skin. The room was filled with their quiet gasps.

Willow slips her hand into Lolly’s pant; she smiles as her finger slid across her fold, “Hmm, you’re wet for me.” She whispered, turned on, and bit her lower lip. Lolly threw her head back, her eyes shut as she moaned while Willow’s fingers slid in and out of her, curling her fingers to hit Lolly’s spot frequently.

Lolly whimpered as Hael made his way down to her p***y kissing her inner thighs. He flicked her c**t with his tongue, making her whine for more.

Willow took a n****e in her mouth, loving the way Lolly shivered whenever she playfully bit and pulled hit.

Hael unbuttoned his pants, pulling out his c**k. Lolly slipped to the ground without him saying anything. He fingered and ate out Willow’s p***y—she let out soft moans, mixing effortlessly with the gag sounds and the slurps from Lolly sucking their boyfriend off.

His lips were parted from the pleasure, moans and groans slipping out every now and sending vibrations to Willow’s p***y.

Lolly bobbed her head back and forth, giving it her all. She wanted him to know how much she loved sucking him, to remind him how good she could make him feel.

Hael used his free hand to hold her head down, he thrust his hips back and forth repeatedly f*****g her throat. He pulled it, wet and slimy with her saliva, while she slurpped her drool and wiped her chin while catching her breath.

Lolly got in position so Willow could feast on her p***y while Hael pounded her.

Hael thrust his fat c**k roughly into Willow and Lolly, f*****g them simulatenously.

“You feel amazing.” he moaned as slid into Willow’s p***y.

“f**k…harder. Please…” Willow maned rubbing her c**t as he pounded her.

“I’m going to cum.” she moaned.

“Do it,” he commanded, not breaking his eyes from her as he maintained his strokes to hit her gspot over and over while Lolly groped and sucked her breasts to assist. Willow whimpered and shook before letting out a loud moan as she squirted on the sofa.

Lolly’s wetness dripped down her thighs. Hael smacked her p***y, a smirk on his face as she moaned softly in response. He licked her clean while stroking his d**k, preparing to feel her wetness. Willow’s eyes were closed as she sucked on Lolly’s breast, holding on to it with her two hands as if she were trying to squeeze milk out of the big t**s.

Hael grabbed the breast that Willow wasn’t busy with and squeezed it like a stress ball as he pounded Lolly mercilessly. “You’re so tight baby.” he moaned.

With a few more thrusts, he cummed in her, and she coated his d**k with her c*m.

Hael and his girlfriends dressed up to rejoin the party, so he could get the night over with.