Submission +18

The air in the bathroom grew thick with tension, heavy as a sodden wool blanket. Tinsley's eyes, wide and manic, locked onto Ned's with an intensity that made his skin crawl.

"You know," she purred, her voice low and dangerous, "I've always wondered what it would be like to really touch you. To feel every inch of you under my fingers."

Ned's breath caught in his throat. "Tinsley, don't—"

But it was too late. Her hand moved beneath the water, and Ned felt her fingers brush against him. A jolt ran through his body, equal parts revulsion and... something else. Something he didn't want to name.

"Fuck!" he yelped, trying to squirm away. But Tinsley's other hand shot out, gripping his thigh with surprising strength.

"Ah, ah, ah," she tutted, the grenade bouncing menacingly around her neck. "You're not going anywhere, my love. Just relax."

Ned's mind raced. This was scary, arousingly scary. And his body was responding to her touch in ways he couldn't control.

"Tinsley, please," he gasped, his voice a strangled whisper. "This is great and all. But maybe we should go somewhere—"

"Shh," she hushed him, her movements becoming more purposeful. "Don't think. Just feel."

Against his will, Ned felt a wave of sensation wash over him. His breath came in short, sharp pants. "Christ," he muttered, his eyes screwed shut.

Tinsley giggled, the sound manic and breathy. "That's it, darling. Let go. Let me take care of you."

She reached between his thigh and wrapped her hand around Ned's throbbing cock. His hips bucked forward at her touch, suddenly eager for more.

She pumped her hand up and down his length, feeling him grow even harder in her grasp.

He let out a low groan of pleasure as she madly quickened her pace. The water splashed over the edge of the tub as their movements became more frantic.

Her hand was slick with the combination of water and his pre-cum, making it easier for her to slide up and down his shaft.

Ned's mind whirled. This was madness. Pure, unadulterated insanity. But with each passing second, he found it harder to remember why he was resisting. This was lewd heaven!

"Tinsley," he groaned, his resolve crumbling like wet sand.

"Yes, my love?" she breathed, her movements growing more erratic.

"I... I..." But words failed him. All he could do was feel, caught in a maelstrom of conflicting emotions.

As the water rippled and churned around them, Ned felt himself approaching a point of no return. Pleasure and guilt warred within him, each fighting for dominance.

And through it all, Tinsley watched him with those unblinking eyes, drinking in every twitch, every gasp, every involuntary shudder.

"Beautiful," she whispered, her voice filled with awe and madness in equal measure. "You're so beautiful like this, Ned. So perfect. So mine."

Those last words cut through the haze of sensation like a bucket of ice water. *Mine.* Is that what he was now? Tinsley's possession?

'That doesn't sound too bad, right?' He thought, lost in a whirlpool of pleasure that made him groan against his will. "Fas‐ter, Tin-sley, fas-ter!"

"Hehe, now you're talking!" She giggled maniacally, tearing the scuba mask off her face and locking her fingers back around his length in a vice-like grip. Her strokes were twice as fast and erratic, causing her tits to bounce, splashing bathwater all over the place.

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Ursula's knuckles rapped against Ned's door, the sound echoing through the empty corridor like gunshots in a cathedral. No answer. She tried again, harder this time, as if sheer force could summon him from thin air.

"Ned?" Her voice came out needier than she'd intended, and she grimaced. 'Get a grip, girl.'

Still nothing. Ursula ran a hand through her blonde hair, tugging at the roots in frustration. Where the hell was he?

As she turned to leave, movement caught her eye. Zeta's door, perpetually opened like an invitation to secrets. Ursula peered in, spotting the tech wizard hunched over her latest gadget, lost in a world of wires and circuits.

"Oi, Zeta," Ursula called, leaning against the doorframe. "You seen Ned?"

Zeta didn't even look up, her fingers dancing over her creation like a pianist mid-sonata. "His room, innit? Where else would he be?"

Ursula rolled her eyes. For a genius, Zeta could be thick as pig shit sometimes. "Already checked. He's not there."

That got Zeta's attention. She swiveled in her chair, eyebrow cocked. "Huh. Bathroom, maybe?"

A sly grin spread across Ursula's face, a blush creeping up her neck. "Cheers, Z. I'll check it out."

As Ursula practically skipped down the hallway, her mind raced with possibilities. Maybe she'd catch him just stepping out of the shower, all glistening and vulnerable. She could offer him a towel, their fingers brushing as he took it. Or better yet, he'd ask her to grab his shampoo, and she'd have an excuse to linger, to breathe in the steam and his scent...

'Christ, listen to yourself,' she thought, shaking her head. 'You're supposed to be a hardened agent, not some lovesick schoolgirl.'

But she couldn't help it. There was something about Ned that made her feel... alive. Like maybe, just maybe, there was more to life than missions.

As she approached the bathroom, Ursula's steps slowed. There were... noises coming from inside. Muffled voices, the splash of water. Her heart sank like a stone in a well.

She pressed her ear to the door, straining to hear. Two voices. One definitely Ned's, the other...

'No. No, it can't be.'

But it was. Tinsley's high-pitched giggle cut through the wood like a knife, followed by a low groan that could only be Ned's.

Reality crashed over Ursula like a bucket of ice water. The color drained from her face. Slowly, she tiptoed closer again, straining her ears to catch the muffled sounds.

The echoes of splashing water and suppressed moans filtered through the door, causing her heart to race. Fear and suspicion crept into her mind as she imagined what could be happening on the other side.

Ned and Tinsley. Together. In the bathroom.

Ignoring the anxiety that gnawed at her, Ursula steeled herself and inched closer to the door. With bated breath, she pressed her ear against the wood for the third time, making sure she wasn't going mad.

And then, she heard it. Mad feminine giggles, followed by the unmistakable sound of wet skin meeting skin. Panic surged through her veins as she realized she wasn't making it up.

A wave of conflicting emotions washed over her - disbelief, anger, betrayal. Her once steady hands trembled as she reached for the doorknob, her heart pounding in her chest.

With a quick twist, she swung the door open, her eyes widening in horror as she took in the scene before her.

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