As you move to the couch, your cock trapped in its tiny metal prison between your legs, Zack looms over you menacingly. His hand comes up, gripping your chin roughly and forcing your head back against the soft cushions. "You're mine now," he hisses into your ear. "And I decide what happens."

Eve watches from the sidelines, her heart racing as she sees Zack take control like this. She bites her lower lip nervously, unsure of how far he'll go but unable to look away. When he finally releases your chin, you turn your head to glance up at her, a mixture of fear and desire etched into your features.

"Do what you want with him," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of your hearts. "I'm yours too."

Zack's hands move lower, caressing the smooth skin of your ass before spreading you wider with his thumbs. "Mmm," he hums appreciatively, feeling your muscles relax beneath his touch. He leans down, pressing a kiss to your neck as one hand continues to explore between your legs.

Eve watches intently as Zack takes control of the situation. Her breath hitches in her throat when she sees him touch you so possessively, almost like he owns every inch of your body. She can feel herself growing wet at the sight, unable to resist the temptation to join in.

Without another word, she crawls across the couch towards you, her small hands moving to help part your legs further apart. "Please," she whispers, her voice breaking as she looks up at Zack beseechingly. "Can I?"