THREE
Aiden
The street lights flickered through the back windows of the town car Aiden reserved for the night, complete with a driver so he could avoid the ‘whose driving’ argument with Zack.
A last-minute change derailed the plans Aiden had made for three. He made sure there was no absence to hinder the evening.
“I had a wonderful time tonight,” Sophie spoke softly, breaking the silence of the car. “It’s unfortunate that Zack couldn’t join us.”
“I’m sure there will be another opportunity,” he reassured her. “And to think he calls me a workaholic. I hope it was okay to pull you away on a work day…” This was their second dinner together and the third meeting this week.
Sophie met his gaze with a small smile, allowing him to implore into her life.
“I run my own tiny empire, like you, Mr. Mackay,” she teased. “I help business owners have everything put together on the back end. If you want to expand or start a new business venture, I will make sure everything is in order. From thumb tacks to taxes, Lidia likes to joke.”
She beamed with pride, and he found it infectious. “I can admire a motivated woman. My parents own a restaurant back home, and my mom’s been running it with my sister since our dad passed.” A pang of guilt hit Aiden, remembering he hadn’t spoken to his family in weeks. He’d been so focused on pivoting the business and pulling Zack out of his self imposed isolation that he’d fallen behind in other areas.
As if attuned to his change in mood, Sophie changed the subject. “So I’d sit in the back seat alone if Zack had joined us tonight?” She teased, turning toward the plush tan leather.
“There’s no such thing. Zack is always the driver if he’s in the car. Trust issues.” Aiden chuckled. “I would keep you company, of course.” Sophie flushed at his intended innuendo.
“Good to know I won’t be a third wheel.”
“Not at all.” Aiden reached over and grabbed her hand, gently brushing his fingers over her warm skin. “I’m glad the universe decided we needed to meet again.”
“I’m sorry about how I handled things.”
“You already apologized, little star.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Daddy.” Aiden corrected. It was an honorific he didn’t use often; it didn’t suit him for average club play, but since the night they met, something about Sophie crawled into his chest and took hold.
Sophie’s breath caught, and the tips of her ears pinked in the way he was quickly becoming fond of. “Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s my good girl.” She preened under his praise.
Sophie grasped his hand, turning the conversation. “So tell me how you and Zack started Surrender?”
“It’s a rather boring one. We were members of the club when the opportunity to invest arose. After a few years, we were put in a position to take the club in a new direction with our ownership. We made the changes we wanted to see in our community.”
“I have been looking to expand and create software that is for our vetted members. Those who have passed the eight-month mark. With the expansion of the Dollhouse, we can expand into a more digital aspect. Taking care of cravings on a one-and-done basis. A kink and lifestyle-friendly database. Madame Scarlett has tightened the ropes behind the scenes, and our club members have never been happier.” However true the words, they tasted foreign to Aiden, as if he had been toeing a company line for so long that it had lost its meaning.
He loved his business and partnership with Zack. The atmosphere was perfect, their bank accounts flush, and neither of them wanted much.
It was their needs that were left unsettled.
“Like Grindr except without the strange diseases and weirdos, as Claudia would say.”
“Yes,” Aiden laughed. “Exactly that.”
“You have a lot of things going on.”
“I do, but I know where to put priorities.”
“I’ve been feeling uneasy, too.”
“I can feel it.”
Sophie straightened her back and met Aiden’s eyes. “This might be the wine talking…I know this sounds crazy, but I’ve never had a spark like this with someone before.”
“If the look on your face weren’t so serious, I would think you’re stroking my ego.” Aiden reached out and gently touched her hand. “I’m sorry nobody’s made you feel like this.”
“I don’t mean that.” He could easily fall in love with the way she adorably scrunched her nose. “I’ve had partners and short dynamics before. With you, it feels different. Then there’s Zack…”
Aiden leaned back and crossed his leg, giving Sophie his full attention. “Go on. I hope that I’ve established to you that your thoughts and feelings would be heard.”
“S-see, when you say that, I feel silly.”
“Why? Because you’re not used to being considered? I think now would be a good time to hear your list.”
“List?”
“Yes. I want to know all the things that make you tick.” Her eyes rounded, unsettled under his gaze. “Tell me your limits, Sophie.”
“Oh, well, while I have explored before.” Oh no, he wasn’t allowing her to shrug things off. That might have been something she’d experienced previously, but not with this Daddy around.
Aiden grabbed her jaw and sank his fingers into her hair. “Open.”
Wide-eyed, she stared at him, frozen, visibly unsure of where it was leading.
“If you’ve explored openly then you should obey since it’s within your limits.”
Sophie hesitantly parted her lips, not daring to move her gaze from his. Fear began to fill her bright green eyes as Aiden sucked his cheeks in and his tongue welled with spit.
Her heart pounded and pulsed beneath his fingers, collaring her throat. Aiden was gauging how far she’d allow him to go before she considered her own comfort.
He watched her react during dinner when the sound of someone clearing their nose made her cringe and shrink. It was a visceral reaction.
Aiden was purposely pushing a sensitive limit, not to deter her from letting him have her way, but to stand ground to her limits.
“Daddy…” Sophie’s throat bobbed. “…don’t.”
Pleased with her speaking up, Aiden relaxed his grip on her and kissed Sophie’s forehead. “That’s what I thought. This is why limits are so important.”
“But–I,” she sighed with frustration. “Are you a mind reader or–”
Aiden cupped her cheek, tilting her head to meet his gaze. “I noticed when we were at dinner.” His thumb smoothed across her lips.
“Nobody has ever read me the way you do.” Sophie shifted in the seat and tucked her legs under her, leaning her body against his. Aiden wrapped his arm over her shoulder, and her fingers quietly found his.
“While I might be good at it, little star, I’m not a mind reader and need to hear your wants, needs, and limits. Hard and soft. Not voicing what you need, you put both yourself and the dominants in the scene at risk.”
“Oh.” She sighed softly and hid her face in his shoulder. “I’m sorry.”
“Now, tell me your needs.”
“I thought I knew them but within a week that changed. I’ve never been in a dynamic–or the prospect of one–like this before. I enjoy control, and I never have before. What I do know is that I don’t like fluid play in any sense. Floggers and other implements have been okay, I’m not fond of gags.”
“That’s a start.”
The quiet of the car filled with their tales of lovers’ past, the relationships that fell flat, and attachments that didn’t have a spark.
Sophie’s honesty filled his heart with hope. Wondering if Zack would ever let his guard down and look at her–at them–as more than shadows and stolen glances in the dark.
“You know, you looked at home when you were in the club store with Claudia earlier.
“Lidia says it’s Toys R Us for adults.” Her laugh was infectious.
Aiden’s smile was fond. “You look… comfortable with it all.”
“I was,” she admitted quietly. “ Curious.”
Aiden tilted his head, studying her. The streetlights painted fleeting stripes of gold across her face as they drove. “About what, specifically?”
Sophie traced a condensation pattern on the window, her gaze distant. “Everything. The way people move in that space. The… intentionality. There’s a difference between playing a part and living it. At the store, seeing all the tools-the collars, the floggers, the cuffs-I felt a pull. A recognition.” She paused, her fingers stilling. “I’ve never had someone who wanted to know my limits, Aiden. It was always what they could get away with. What I would tolerate.”
Aiden’s arm tightened around her shoulder, a flash of something cold and possessive in his eyes. “They were idiots, then.”
Sophie offered a small, sad smile. “Maybe. But it’s all I knew. Until Zack. Until you.”
“He’s not what he seems, you know,” Aiden said, his voice low. “Zack.”
“I’m starting to see that.”
“No, you’re not. Not really.” Aiden sighed as they navigated the quiet streets. “We were kids. Fraternity brothers. He was this untouchable God and I was… me. The geek jock who loved numbers. We got drunk together, got in fights together, and graduated together. We built a business from the ground up. But he locks everything away. Everything important.”
Sophie turned from the window, her full attention on him. “You’re not like that.”
“Someone has to be an open book,” Aiden said with a shrug. “Zack operates on control. It’s his religion. He thinks if he lets anything in, it will break him.”
“Claudia mentioned…”
Aiden arched his brow. “Don’t get shy on me now, Sophie.”
“Zack is more… forceful?”
Aiden chuckled. “You could say that. When we’re in a scene, there’s a different dynamic in place. He doesn’t relinquish control. Ever.”
“I see.”
“Have you ever been in a dynamic with full consent?” Aiden pried further. He knew in his bones that she was perfect for them. He needed to guide them to see it.
Sophie pressed her lips together, her eyes holding questions she didn’t seem able to articulate.
“Zack demands total submission. He won’t admit it, but there is a thrill to the play when a sub wears your cuffs.”
“Cuffs?”
“Yes, little star. Daddy would love to see you wearing our cuffs.” Aiden brought her wrist to his lips. “I get hard thinking about it.”
“Oh, I see.”
“Wearing them would have meaning. They aren’t just a scene prop. It would be a marker. A statement. You’d be ours, even if he’s too proud to admit it. He needed you to understand their meaning without having to say the words.”
Aiden reached out, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw. “To me? They’re a promise. That when you’re with him–us, and he’s pushing you to your very limit, I’m right there. That you’ll never break. That I’ll catch you.”
He leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her forehead. “They’d mean you’re ours. Now, let’s go inside. I have a feeling our storm is waiting.”
Sophie
Sophie and Aiden enter the condo, clumsily tugging at each other’s jackets. Sophie’s heels hit the floor when they’re startled by a figure sitting in the darkened room.
Aiden pulled away from her lips, turning Sophie to face Zack with his arm around her waist. “Hey man, you missed a good night.”
“It seems like it.” Sophie noticed Zack set his glass down. He rose to his feet and closed the distance between them.
Sophie could feel Zack’s presence and shuffled backwards to keep space between them.
“Such a naughty little club bunny you are, Sophie.” He grabbed her wrist, holding it up between them. He pressed her flush against the closed door.
“Sir?!”
“You want to wear our cuffs, do you not?”
“I think so, Sir,” she whispered with hesitation, her belly fluttering with trepidation and excitement.
“What do these cuffs mean?”
“That I would be yours whenever.” Sophie swallowed the lump in her throat. “However.”
“It means you’re ready to play at all times.” Aiden reminded her, his lips hot against her ear.
“Yes, Sir.”
Zack’s pleased smile warmed her, and his lips pressed against her collarbone. Sophie moaned and watched as Aiden casually unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it from the waistband and letting it fall open over his shoulders.
“Our free use fuck bunny,” Zack mused as his lips skimmed across her skin.
“Yes, Sirs.”
“Show me how bad you want it.”
Sophie pauses, and Aiden edges forward. “Knees, little star.”
She gracefully fell to her knees, tilting her head to meet Zack’s stern gaze. “Do you need instruction, or are you waiting for it?”
Her cheeks pinked, unsure of the correct answer.
“Take out my cock and show me.” She pressed her knees together; his gruff tone caused her clit to throb. Zack’s eyes held a dark promise that she craved to see what he hid behind.
Sophie felt the heat of Aiden’s body against her back. He placed his hands low on her hips, inching her skirt up between his fingers.
Adjusting on her heels, Sophie shifted her weight against Aiden’s chest. She tipped her head over his shoulder, pressing her lips against his ear, all the while holding Zack’s stare. “Can I lick it, Daddy?”
“I love to watch you. Be a good girl.”
Sophie unbuckled his belt, the buckle fell against the tile, and she quickly slipped Zack’s shaft. Wrapping her fingers around his length, she leaned in and kissed his cock slowly.
Tonguing his slit, she coated her mouth in his precum.
Before she could swallow, Aiden pulled her head back and kissed it from her mouth. She moaned against his lips.
A groan echoed through the space, and Sophie opened her eyes to see Aiden pressing his lips to Zack’s wet cock. The sight made a gush of desire sweep through her.
“I thought that was my job.”
“I can’t wait to fuck the sass out of you.”
Aiden pulled his mouth away, then wrapped his hand around Zack’s cock, lazily stroking it.
“Here you go, little star. He’s waiting on you,” Aiden insisted.
“Take it, Sophie,” Zack commanded.
Sophie leaned forward with butterflies in her belly and took his full length in her mouth. She was so full of him. Zack groaned as he swept his hand in her hair, pulling her flush against his skin.
Zack let go, and Sophie used it as a desperate attempt for air. She sucked in until her lungs burned, then she ran her tongue over the swollen head, kissing his shaft wetly.
“Mmm, your mouth should be a sin. Fuck.”
Sophie got into a rhythm as Aiden’s fingers traveled up her body and began pinching her nipples. He moved along with her, kissing down her neck.
“Such a dirty girl you are. Look at you taking his cock so well.” She whimpered from his words as they ricocheted through her body.
Aiden’s hard cock pressed against her back, and she pushed herself into him, seeking friction. He bit down on her shoulder, making her yelp around Zack’s cock.
The room hummed with palpable tension, a current of anticipation running through them all. Aiden’s hands continued their exploration, one slipping from her breast to trace the inside of her thighs before delving into the apex of her thighs, finding the damp lace of her panties. A sharp intake of breath from Sophie was the only response as a single finger traced her slit through the fabric, the pressure maddeningly light.
“Patience,” Aiden murmured against her neck, his voice a low vibration that she felt more than heard. “Good things come to those who wait.”
Zack’s fingers tightened in her hair, not to guide her but to simply hold her there, a silent assertion of control. His gaze, heavy-lidded and dark, was fixed on her face, on the way her lips stretched around him. “Or perhaps,” he countered, his voice sounding like rough gravel, “they come to those who take them.”
The implication hung in the air, a challenge and a promise. Sophie, caught between their opposing philosophies, felt a tremor run through her. She increased her pace, her tongue swirling and flattening against the sensitive underside of Zack’s shaft, her movements becoming more purposeful.
This newfound determination sent a fresh wave of slick heat through her, and she pressed back against Aiden’s erection, a silent plea for more than the teasing pressure of his finger. He obliged, pulling the soaked fabric aside and sliding two fingers deep inside her with a slick, easy glide. Her rhythm faltered, a choked moan vibrated around Zack’s length.
Aiden set a matching pace with his fingers, curling them just so, stroking that spot that made her thighs quake. Each pump of his hand was mirrored by the bob of her head, a perfect, filthy synchronicity. The only sounds were Zack’s harsh pants, the wet, rhythmic sounds of Sophie’s mouth, and Aiden’s whispered praise in her ear.
“Look at you,” he breathed, twisting his fingers. “So fucking greedy. Taking from both of us. You love it, don’t you, little star?”
She could only manage a hummed, desperate affirmative, the vibration making Zack curse under his breath. Aiden’s thumb found her clit, circling it with maddening, steady pressure that built a tight coil deep in her belly. The dual sensations were overwhelming, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
“That’s it,” Zack urged, his hips beginning to thrust, meeting her movements with shallow, controlled jabs that sent him deeper. “Take it all.”
He pushed in deeper, past her comfort. Her throat constricted, a reflexive choke and sputter around the sudden, overwhelming intrusion. Her eyes watered, and her rhythm broke completely as she gagged a wet, messy sound.
A deep, rumbling chuckle vibrated against her back. “Look at the mess you’re making, Sophie,” Aiden murmured, his lips brushing her ear. His hips pinned her in place as she instinctively tried to pull back. “Ah, ah, don’t waste it.” His other hand came up to cup her jaw, holding her steady. “Spit it back,” he commanded, the words a dark whisper. “Spit right back down his cock.”
The sheer, audacious command sent a jolt straight through her. A new wave of slickness coated Aiden’s fingers. With a shuddering breath, Sophie did as she was told. She let the saliva pool in her mouth and pushed it out, letting it dribble from her lips, coating Zack’s length.
“Fuck,” Zack roared, the word torn from his chest. His head fell back, exposing the strong line of his throat. His control snapped.
“Such a dirty girl.” His hips pistoned forward, no longer holding back, using the slickness she provided to fuck her mouth in earnest. Each thrust was deep and deliberate, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat with enough force to make her gag again, but this time it was different.
Aiden’s thumb pressed hard on her clit, rubbing tight, slick circles. “That’s our girl,” he praised, his voice full of dark amusement. “Such a good, dirty girl for us.”
The dual assault was too much. The sharp stretch of her throat, the punishing rhythm of Aiden’s fingers, the constant pressure on her clit-it all coalesced into a blinding, white-hot pleasure that crashed over her. She cried around Zack’s cock, her body convulsing as her orgasm tore through her, her thighs clamping around Aiden’s hand.
Her spasming throat was the final straw. Zack’s hips sputtered, a raw shout tearing from his lips.
“I’m–fuck–drink it.” Sophie struggles against his hold. Her throat contracted, swallowing every salty burst. Her nose burned, and she pressed his thighs for relief.
“I’m not done,” he growled, rocking back enough to give her a sip of air. It was short-lived when he fisted her hair and kept her tight. His cock slid over her spit-covered tongue, pulsing against her throat.
“So good, little star. Lick him clean. That’s it. I know your tongue feels so good. Spread those thighs, Sophie,” he crooned, his shaft softening against her eager, cleaning tongue. “Mmmm, good girl, Daddy wants to touch that beautiful pussy again.”
Sophie rested against Aiden’s chest while his fingers ran up her thighs, slipping over her clit. “Please.” Aiden held her thigh, keeping her legs open for his touch.
She rocked her hips against his seeking fingers, feeling hot and needy. The cool air against Sophie’s wet face was only a reminder of the use she’d endured.
“That’s our girl,” Aiden hummed against her neck. “Be Daddy’s good girl.”
“We’re taking this to the bedroom.” Zack tucked his wet cock into his pants and turned toward the room, leaving no room to comment further.
Sophie was quickly pulled to her feet by Aiden; he rid her of the remnants of her dress and guided her to the bedroom.
She gasped when she entered the room, taking in its striking decor. There was no question about Zack’s tastes.
The walls reminded her of coffee with too much creamer. It was warm and held a bit of softness compared to the focal point of the room.
The large oak canopy bed is in the center of the room, allowing access to all sides, including behind the headboard.
Sophie noticed the hardware along the points of the bed, including a locking stockade for a willing submissive.
Along the far wall, a matching tall dresser stood next to a pet cage, complete with royal purple bedding that matched the master bed.
Sophie stopped and gasped at the thought of being locked in a cage.
Aiden’s arm wrapped around her middle, and he kissed her shoulder. “Don’t worry, little one, it’s for Damon, his mastiff. Zack didn’t want to upset the aesthetic.”
She chuckled, and it eased her nerves. Sophie stepped to the edge of the bed, placing her hands clasped in front of her, ignoring the mirror at the edge of her vision. Not wanting to see the mess she’d become.
“Have you discussed limits, brother?”
“Of course.”
“Anything I should be aware of?”
“She’s perfect.”
“Can you handle it? Link her to the footboard. No touching, I want her to ache for it.”
Sophie licked her lips and allowed Aiden to guide her to the bed, sitting her on the edge. He slipped off her shoes. He walked to Zack by the window and took the offered cuffs.
“Ass on the floor, Sophie. And hold out your wrists.”
She placed her hands on the edge of the mattress and slid down. Her bare behind was grateful for the rug beneath her.
Aiden placed the restraints loosely, slipping his finger beneath the leather to assure circulation.
Zack approached as Aiden fastened the cuffs together at the base of her spine, attaching them to the bedframe. Zack firmly kicked Sophie’s legs apart, forcing her to be splayed wide and exposed.
He crouched down and studied her face. His thumb smudged the last bits of her lipstick. Wordlessly, he held up a pair of nipple clamps. He teased her nipples and palmed her breast.
“You’ll pink up so nicely.”
She gasped and closed her eyes when the first clamp was placed. The pinched bud pulsed in time with her clit.
Sophie moaned, pulling against her tied wrists. “It’s tight, Sir.”
“Good.” Zack placed the second clamp with the same firm pressure. He tugged the connecting chain until it forced her body forward, rolling her shoulders back.
Sophie whined, reaching to kiss his skin. Desperate, seeking any point of contact she could make.
Zack ghosted his lips just out of reach, only allowing her to breathe his air. “So needy.” He pulled the chain upwards until it pulled her breasts up with all the pressure in her nipples.
“Sir!”
“Your tears will be beautiful,” Zack whispered, seemingly to himself. He jerked the clamps upward again, this time capturing her wail on his lips. Sophie pulled toward him.
Zaps of pain and pleasure course through her, gasping and unable to separate pain from pleasure. Her nipples ached, and her pussy wept with need.
“You can’t hide from me.” With a wicked grin, he released her chin and stood to reveal the mirror across from the bed. “I want you to watch. There is something to be said about watching yourself beg for the pain.”
He walked toward Aiden as they both shed their shirts. Zack jerked his head to the side, and Aiden moved to the bed where Zack had previously set out the implements.
Zack returned with the crop first, using the tip of the looped leather to pepper her calves and thighs with light but solid swats.
Sophie tipped her head back, pressing against the edge of the mattress. An overwhelming need pulsed through her like she hadn’t experienced before. She regulated her breathing, but her heart rabbited in her chest.
“One, two, three,” Aiden’s whispered words and his palm against her chest anchored her. Sophie tilted her head toward his voice and blindly kissed him.
“She doesn’t need coddling.”
Two sharp stings in quick succession lit her breasts alight with pain. Sophie opened her eyes as her ass arched from the carpet. They moved to stand in front of her.
“Do you understand what is happening?”
“Sir.”
“This is about balance and control,” Zack spoke gruffly, never losing the swinging rhythm of his flogger. “Who has it.” His swing was sharp. “And who doesn’t.”
“Sir!” Sophie cried, pulling her thighs closed on reflex.
“You won’t do that again,” Zack warned.
Sophie’s breathing steadied, letting her eyes find points of focus in the room.
Zack knelt at her ankles and placed a metal bar across her thighs. He fastened leather cuffs to her ankles, left then right, and proceeded to clip them to the metal bar.
He wrapped his fist around the center and jerked the bar. It ratcheted two inches longer and spread her legs in front of her. There was no hiding from him.
“How do you feel?”
“Okay,” she admitted, shifting her position and testing its limits.
Zack raised the flogger, the leather tails whispering through the air. The next strike landed across the tops of her thighs, a bloom of heat that made her gasp. Then another and another, building a rhythm that was both punishing and meditative.
She was drifting, floating on a sea of sensation when Zack spoke. “Get the gag,”
“It’s a limit,” Aiden countered, his voice low but firm.
Zack hummed with wicked amusement. “I guess you’ll do.”
Sophie’s gaze followed Aiden as he moved toward the window, stripping his pants and shoes.
He returned, stroking his cock as he closed the distance between them. Aiden stood next to her, leaning down and rubbing his thumb across her lip. “Such a good girl.”
“Good girls stay quiet and don’t need another dominant’s cock to keep them that way.”
Sophie lustfully leaned toward Aiden, opening her mouth and accepting his cock hungrily.
“Fuck.”
“More.” Aiden’s fingers sank into her hair, holding her in place. Her hums and cries muffled the deeper he pushed.
A sharp crack caused Sophie to pull back with a cry, her breathing hard and moving the nipple clamps.
“The more my leather kisses your skin, the wetter you become.” Zack’s tone bordered on demeaning. He stood over her and placed the edge of his crop under her chin, turning her face to the mirror. “Look at yourself.”
Sophie took in her reflection and suppressed a shudder. She was naked, spread wide and panting. Her breasts, thighs, and belly were covered in blooming red stripes. Aiden reached down and rubbed the pad of his finger over her pinched nipple, slow and lazy.
Zack met her gaze through the mirror and she held it as he trailed the leather down her chest, pulling the clamps hard enough to grant him another whine of pain.
“My leather will touch every inch of you.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Her need grew.
Aiden shifted and stood over her, she looked up as he placed his cock against her lips. He pushed forward, his legs pressing against her clamped breasts, his cock slipped along her tongue to the back of her throat.
Sophie’s eyes closed as she gagged, unable to pull away with her head against the mattress. The cool pressure of leather against her spread pussy and she ached to arch to the touch.
“I know she can take more.”
Aiden’s thrusts became deeper, stalling out longer before allowing her a breath of air. “Don’t forget your manners.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Sophie licked her wet bottom lip. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Deeper.” The command came with a hard smack against her sensitive upper thigh. Her knees jerked together and were thwarted by the bar separating her ankles. “I haven’t heard her choke yet.”
The tempo of Zack’s strikes in time with Aiden’s assault had quickly pulled her into a state of euphoria.
“Thank you, Sir!” Sophie croaked wetly when Aiden let his cock slip past her lips.
The breath was short-lived, and Aiden forced his way past her lips, angling the head of his shaft against the back of her tongue. “Fuck, I love the way you swallow my cock.”
Sophie rocked her hips, unable to get away from the methodic beats of Zack’s leather and Aiden’s increasing thrusts.
“Please, Sir!” She cried between breaths. “Please may I come?!”
“Beg.” His command was euphoric.
Another longer thrust from Aiden silenced her pleas. She saw stars and the edges of her vision began to blur.
Sophie coughed and spat drool down her chest the next reprieve. “Sir, please.”
Aiden grunted and leaned forward, his hands pressed against the mattress. He leveraged his weight and found a deeper tempo using his hips to guide his cock into her throat.
Neither had touched her pussy, it ached empty and needy. Her clit throbbed frantically for the touch that would set her free.
Sophie’s vision was blurred entirely with tears; she coughed hard against the intrusion. She struggled beneath them, her chest bowed toward the repeating strikes.
“Hold it.”
Aiden’s hips stilled.
“I’m going to count down. Don’t you dare move,” Zack’s voice was low.
Sophie fought against every instinct, her muscles screaming for release. She had to be still. She needed to come. Her orgasm was so close she could feel the tingles begin in her toes.
Her body jerked. Her hips rolled in a desperate attempt for friction. She held her breath as Aiden’s cock filled her throat once more, and a slick heat washed over her. He stilled again, the punishment for her movements.
A loud crack echoed through the room as Zack’s leather struck her pussy, and she jolted at the shock. Her body was alight with raw need.
“Three.”
Aiden drove deep, holding her head flush against his groin, cutting off her air. The world went silent, her pulse roaring in her ears. Just as the edges of her vision began to darken, he pulled back, allowing her a desperate, ragged gasp.
Crack.
Another searing line of pain bloomed across her folds. This one was sharper, more focused. The sensation didn’t fade; it radiated, a hot, insistent throb that mirrored the desperate ache in her clit.
“Two.”
Please.
Her mind was a frantic kaleidoscope of sensation—the sting in her nipples, the stretch in her jaw, the burn in her lungs, the fire between her legs. It was too much. It was not enough. Her entire being was coiled into a single, trembling point of need. She had to be still. She had to earn it.
Aiden’s hands framed her face, his thumbs stroking her tear-streaked cheeks. His gaze, intense and unwavering, held hers. “You can do it, little star,” he whispered. “Be still for us.”
She focused on his voice, on the anchor of his touch. Her body, trembling and slick with sweat, fought to obey. Her muscles locked, every fiber straining against the primal urge to writhe, to flee, to chase the release that was just out of reach.
CRACK.
The final strike landed directly on her exposed, swollen clit. A white-hot supernova of pain and pleasure exploded through her. It was everything, everywhere, all at once.
“One. Come for us, Pixie.”
The words were a key turning in a lock. The coiled tension in her core snapped, unleashing a tidal wave of release that was so violent, so absolute, it tore a ragged scream from her throat, a sound that was immediately swallowed by Aiden’s returning cock. Her body bucked and convulsed, a series of violent, uncontrollable spasms.
Sophie bucked her hips, pushing her ass off the floor, pulling hard against the restraints on her wrists and ankles. The world dissolved into a blinding, kaleidoscopic vortex of white light and roaring sound.
Zack
The water scalded Zack’s skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat still coiling in his gut. He braced my hands against the tiled wall, the spray drumming against his back, and tried to wash it all away—the taste of her, the sight of Aiden’s mouth on him, the utterly wrecked, beautiful look on her face as she came. His fingers were pruned, the hot water long since turned to lukewarm, but he stayed, unwilling to face the quiet hum of the apartment outside this glass box.
This was supposed to be simple. An arrangement. A shared indulgence. Free use, no strings. A system built on control and detachment. It was a brilliant, exhilarating game. But tonight, watching them… watching her… something had shifted. The line had blurred, and he’d felt it snap. Not a clean break, but a fraying, dangerous unraveling. Aiden and Sophie. They had a chemistry that was different, softer. He called her ‘little star,’ and she bloomed for him. He held her while Zack used her, a constant, grounding presence. And Zack… Zack was the force. The storm. The one who pushed, tested, and took.
Submissives often recoiled from his wicked treatment. Sophie came to life. He remembered watching her eyes light up the rougher he became. She was hungry for his touch. Zack could find himself addicted to her.
He turned off the water, the silence ringing in my ears. Tugging a towel around my waist, he wiped the fog from the mirror. The man staring back looked the same, but he wasn’t. His eyes held something new, something he didn’t recognize and immediately disliked. A vulnerability. A weakness.
He heard it then. Not the sounds of passion, but of something else. Aiden’s low murmur, a gentle, rumbling cadence. Sophie’s soft, sleepy reply. Zack moved closer, staying in the shadow of the doorway, unseen. They were a tangle of limbs in the bed, Sophie nestled against Aiden’s broad chest. His large hand covered hers, tracing idle patterns on her skin before moving up to cup her breast, his thumb stroking the underside in a lazy, possessive, yet tender gesture. He wasn’t trying to arouse her; he was just… touching her. Grounding her. Soothing her.
Zack’s jaw tightened. This was the part he didn’t participate in. The aftercare. The gentle comedown. He was the climax, not the denouement. He provided the intensity, and Aiden provided the solace. It was their unspoken agreement, and it had always worked. But seeing it now, from the outside, felt like looking at a perfect family portrait he was only invited to pose in, never to be a part of.
Sophie sighed, a contented sound that scraped at something raw inside him. She shifted, pressing a soft kiss to the space between Aiden’s shoulder blades.
“You okay, little star?” he asked, his voice muffled by her hair.
“Mmm. Just floaty.”
Aiden chuckled, the sound deep and warm. He turned slightly, capturing her lips in a soft, slow kiss that had nothing to do with the frantic, desperate kisses from earlier. This one was a settling of scores, a quiet affirmation. And Zack was on the wrong side of the ledger.
A restlessness he couldn’t name churned in his gut, a counterpoint to the post-orgasmic languor. He was supposed to leave. To give them this space. His role was over. But his feet remained rooted to the floor, pinned by the sight of them, by the quiet intimacy that was so much more potent than the loudest cry of pleasure. Zack’s control, his carefully constructed detachment, was a flimsy shield against the sight of Aiden’s thumb stroking her skin, against the way she melted into him like he was her only true north.
Zack wanted that. He wanted to be the one she melted for. The thought was so sudden and sharp it almost brought him to his knees. It was a violation of every rule he had set for himself, for them.
He took a silent step into the room. Then another. The towel felt heavy around his waist, a last remnant of a barrier he no longer wanted to maintain. He didn’t speak. He didn’t make a sound, but they felt him. Sophie’s head lifted, her sleepy eyes finding him in the dim light.
Zack let the towel drop.
It hit the floor with a soft whisper. His gaze was locked on Sophie, on her widening eyes, the way her breath hitched. He saw the question there, the flicker of the submissive awaiting a command. And he was suddenly desperate to give her one.
“Open your legs, Sophie.” It wasn’t a request. It was a command laced with a need so profound it felt like a confession.
“Sir?”
“I wasn’t asking.”
Sophie whined, quickly giving Zack the obedience he demanded. A shuddering breath left her, and she submitted. Slowly, almost reverently, she drew her knees up and let them fall apart, baring herself to him.
“Fuck you have the prettiest cunt. You take my leather so well.”
Zack climbed up the bed and settled between Sophie’s thighs. He leaned in and inhaled her scent, nipping at her skin roughly.
Sophie cried out from the pressure, daring to shuffle away from his abuse.
He heard Aiden console her, pinning her arms to the side and allowing Zack unfettered access.
“She has the sweetest pussy, brother.” Aiden’s words were muffled.
Zack wrapped his arms around her thighs, pinning her against the bed to accept the assault of his tongue.
He sought the swollen welts along her slit, pulling the sensitive skin between his lips. Sophie’s weakened whine went straight to his balls.
“Please, I can’t. It’s too much.”
Her whimpers turned to strangled cries as Zack ignored her and continued his skillful attention against her slick and sensitive pussy.
Zack settled between her thighs, his fingertips digging into Sophie’s flesh enough that he hoped to add to her already beautiful, blooming marks.
“N-please! I can’t!”
His mouth closed around her clit, suckling hard. Sophie’s sob filled the room. She attempted to kick her legs from his hold and Zack pulled back enough to bite her thigh hard. He wanted her marked.
Zack’s eyes bore into hers, hard and unyielding. His cock throbbed against the sheets at the sight of her—naked against Aiden’s chest, her arms pinned behind her, and he played with Sophie’s nipples, only enhancing Zack’s assault on her body.
“You will take what’s given. You can whine and beg all you want. I’d prefer tears. But we aren’t done until I say so.”
Her green eyes swam with unshed tears, traces of her makeup ruined from their earlier scene, and her skin flushed pink. Sophie’s breathing slowed and matched his. Zack noticed the subtle shift of her hips in rhythm, arching toward him. Begging.
“Yes, Sir.”
Fuck.
