TOPANGA'S THREE ADVENTURES

The Ramble was quiet this late in the afternoon, the kind of quiet that felt like a held breath. I should’ve known better than to wander off the main path, but the way the sunlight filtered through the trees had lulled me into a false sense of security. That was my first mistake.

The second was not hearing the rustle of leaves before the sack came down over my head.

I barely had time to gasp before strong arms yanked me backward, pressing me against a hard body. The scent of leather and Maya’s perfume—something dark and spicy—filled my nose as she tightened the burlap over my head. “Did you *really* think we’d let you walk away after last time?” Her voice was a low growl in my ear, her breath hot against the fabric.

Before I could answer, another set of hands—Riley’s, I knew by the way her fingers dug possessively into my hips—spun me around. The sack was ripped off, and I blinked against the sudden light, my pulse hammering. Maya stood in front of me, smirking, her leather jacket already unzipped, her fingers toying with the hem of her tank top. Riley pressed against my back, her lips brushing the shell of my ear. “We told you we’d tie you up next time.”

I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. “This isn’t tying me up. This is a—”

“Mock kidnapping,” Maya finished, her grin sharp. “And you, Topanga, are our *willing* captive.” She reached out, her fingers hooking into the collar of my blouse. “Aren’t you?”

I could’ve lied. Could’ve played coy. But the way Riley’s hands slid up under my skirt, her fingers tracing the edges of my panties, made my breath hitch. “Fine. But if I’m your captive, what’s the ransom?”

Maya’s laugh was dark as she yanked my blouse open, buttons popping like gunshots. “Oh, we don’t want money.” She nodded to Riley, who didn’t waste a second. My skirt was around my ankles in a flash, my panties following. The cool air hit my bare ass, but the heat in Maya’s gaze as she raked her eyes over me was enough to burn away the chill.

Riley’s hands slid up my back, unclasping my bra with practiced ease. The fabric fell away, and I was left in nothing but my heels, the damp earth beneath my feet a stark contrast to the fire pooling low in my stomach. Maya stepped closer, her fingers tracing a path down my sternum before circling one nipple, pinching just hard enough to make me gasp. “First adventure,” she murmured. “On campus.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Here? Now?”

Riley chuckled against my shoulder, her hands sliding down to grip my hips. “No, smartass. But we *are* going to reenact it.” She spun me around, pressing my back against a tree, the rough bark digging into my skin. Maya dropped to her knees in front of me, her hands sliding up my thighs. “Kappa Upsilon Mu, right? What was it—sneaking into the dean’s office after hours?”

I bit my lip as Maya’s breath ghosted over my pussy. “Something like that.”

“And what did you do in the dean’s office, Topanga?” Riley’s voice was a low purr in my ear, her fingers tangling in my hair, tilting my head back. “Did you sit on his desk? Spread your legs for whoever walked in?”

Maya didn’t wait for an answer. Her tongue dragged a slow, wet path up my inner thigh, and I had to lock my knees to keep from buckling. “Or did you let them *take* you?” She didn’t tease. Her mouth was on me in an instant, her tongue swirling around my clit as her fingers sank into my thighs, holding me open.

I groaned, my head falling back against Riley’s shoulder. She didn’t let me escape. Her free hand slid down, her fingers parting my lips, circling my entrance. “Fuck, you’re *dripping*,” she murmured, her voice rough. “Did you get this wet for them back then, or is this all for us?”

Maya pulled back just long enough to growl, “Answer her.”

I gasped as Riley’s fingers pressed inside me, filling me, stretching me. “For them. For you. For *anyone* who could make me feel like this.” Maya’s tongue flicked against my clit, and I had to grip the tree behind me to stay upright. “Fuck, *just like that*—”

Riley’s lips brushed my ear. “Good answer.” She pulled her fingers free, and I whimpered at the loss, but she didn’t leave me empty for long. Her hand slid around my hip, her fingers finding my clit as Maya’s tongue worked me over, lapping at me like she was starving. Pleasure coiled tight in my stomach, my hips rocking against their touches, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

Maya pulled back, her lips glistening. “Second adventure. Public.” She didn’t give me time to recover. She stood, pressing her body against mine, her mouth crashing down on my lips. I could taste myself on her tongue, could feel the heat of her body through her clothes. Riley’s fingers didn’t stop, circling, pressing, driving me higher.

Maya broke the kiss, her breath hot against my lips. “Where was it?”

I could barely think. “The… the library. Stacks. Third floor.”

Riley’s chuckle was dark. “Did you get caught?”

Maya’s hand slid between us, her fingers joining Riley’s, both of them working my clit in tight, relentless circles. “Did you?”

I gasped, my nails digging into the bark. “Almost.”

Maya’s grin was wicked. “Then we’ll have to make sure you *do* this time.” She dropped to her knees again, but this time, she didn’t stop at my pussy. Her fingers slid lower, tracing the tight ring of my ass. I tensed, but Riley’s grip on my hip tightened, her voice a low command. “Relax.”

I did, and Maya didn’t waste the opportunity. Her tongue returned to my clit, her fingers pressing against my ass, one sliding inside with a slow, deliberate push. The stretch burned, but the pleasure was sharp, intense, and I cried out, my body arching between them.

“Fuck, *fuck*—” My voice was ragged, my vision swimming. Riley’s fingers were still on my clit, Maya’s tongue and fingers working me from both ends, and I could feel the orgasm building, a storm just beneath my skin.

Maya pulled back, her voice a dark promise. “Third adventure. BDSM.” Her finger slid free, and I whimpered at the loss, but she wasn’t done. She stood, pressing something cold and smooth into my palm. A pair of handcuffs. “Put them on.”

I didn’t hesitate. I clamped the cuffs around my wrists, the metal cool against my skin. Riley took over, her hands guiding mine above my head, pressing them against the tree. Maya stepped back, her eyes raking over me, her voice a low growl. “Now you’re *ours*.”

And then they were on me. Maya’s mouth on my breasts, her teeth grazing my nipples as Riley’s hands slid down, her fingers parting me, pressing inside. Maya’s hand slid up, gripping my throat, her lips brushing my ear. “You want to come, Topanga?”

I nodded, my breath shallow, my body trembling. “Please—”

Riley’s fingers curled inside me, her thumb pressing against my clit. “Then *beg*.”

I didn’t have to. The orgasm crashed over me, my body arching, a choked cry tearing from my throat as pleasure wracked through me. Maya didn’t let me collapse. She held me up, her mouth capturing mine as Riley’s fingers wrung every last shudder from my body.

When I finally sagged against the tree, my legs weak, my breath ragged, Maya pressed a kiss to my forehead, her voice a dark chuckle. “Still think you’re in charge?”

I let out a breathless laugh, my body trembling. “Oh, darling,” I panted. “I *let* you take me.”

Riley barked out a laugh, her hand sliding up to grip my chin, forcing me to meet her gaze. “Next time, we bring the rope.”

Maya grinned, her fingers tracing a path down my stomach. “And then we *really* have fun.”

I shivered, but not from the cold. The promise in her voice was enough to make my pussy throb all over again. “Fine,” I breathed. “But when I get loose…”

Maya leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. “We’re counting on it.”