Their Perfect Submissive by Lenore Danvers Novel Chapter 5

Sophie

Sophie was sitting in her car outside of their little apartment, waiting for Claudia, who would never be on time, and looking through all the goodies she had gotten this morning. She pulled out the purple fuzzy socks from the basket Aiden had put together for her after last night, a soft smile gracing her lips: Arnica, ice packs, and her favorite, ridiculously expensive dark chocolate. The basket was waiting for her on her front porch this morning.

Her cheeks flamed at the thought as the passenger door opened, and Claudia slid in, dumping her purse on the floorboards. “Okay, spill. Don’t you dare leave out a single detail. I’ve been vibrating with suspense since your text.”

Sophie laughed, the sound a little breathless. “It was… intense.”

“Intense doesn’t cover the black-and-blue marks I saw you trying to hide under your makeup this morning,” Claudia said, her eyes narrowing with concern. “Did they cross a line?”

“No, God, no,” Sophie said quickly, shaking her head. “It wasn’t like that. It was all consensual. It was… precise. Controlled.” She struggled for the words. “It was everything, all at once. Pain and pleasure, and then Aiden… he was right there. He was the anchor.”

Claudia’s expression softened. “And the other one? Mister Tall, Dark and Broody?”

Sophie bit her lip, a flush creeping up her neck. “Zack. He was… relentless. A force. But at the end, he wasn’t. He was just there. Putting me back together. They both were.”

She told her everything. About the flogger, the spreader bar, the way Aiden had taken her silence as his duty. She glossed over the most intimate moments, her cheeks burning, but the arc of it, the emotional whiplash of it all, she laid bare.

Claudia listened, her expression shifting from concern to intrigue, then to a slow, knowing smile. “Holy shit, Sophie. You didn’t just fall down a rabbit hole. You built the whole damn wonderland.”

“It’s a lot,” Sophie whispered, staring out at the street. “I don’t know how to… be. With both of them. They’re so different. Aiden is warmth and safety. Zack is this beautiful, terrifying cliff face you want to throw yourself off of.”

“Maybe you don’t have to choose,” Claudia said, nudging her foot. “Maybe the point is to have both. The safety net and the thrill of the fall.” She paused, then grinned. “So, on a scale from ‘vanilla bean’ to ‘fifty shades of what the actual fuck,’ where do we land?”

Sophie let out a real laugh this time, the tension in her shoulders easing. “We’re somewhere past the what the actual fuck, and currently enjoying the complimentary aftercare basket.”

“Okay, that’s actually sweet in a deeply twisted way. I approve.” Claudia buckled her seatbelt. “Now, drive. I need carbs and more sordid details before I go back to my life of inventory and Wes’ meticulous bookkeeping.”

Sophie put the car in drive, a small, private smile on her face as she pulled away from the curb. She was still sorting through the emotional wreckage, but for the first time, it didn’t feel like wreckage. It felt like a foundation.

Just as she was navigating a tricky turn, her phone buzzed in the center console, the screen lighting up with her brother’s name. With a sigh, she tapped the screen to accept the call, putting it on speaker.

Gage’s face, all cheekbones and a crooked grin, filled the screen. “Hey butt face!”

“Is that any way to talk to your favorite sister?” Sophie shot back, the familiar banter a comfortable balm.

“So you want the favorite title out of default? Damn Soph. You must really be down bad.”

“Oh, hush your mouth, Gage. You’ve missed three phone dates.”

“It sounds like you’re driving, so don’t give me shit about our rules.”

“I’m paying attention to the road and not your ugly mug,” Sophie retorted, glancing at Claudia, who was trying, and failing, to smother a laugh. “So give me the rundown.”

“Rundown on what? Your tragic love life? Please. I’m calling with actual news. I’m coming home.”

Sophie’s foot eased off the accelerator. “You’re what? When? Your semester isn’t supposed to be up for another four months.”

“Graduated early,” Gage said, puffing out his chest. “Walked last week. Finished my thesis. Professor was blown away. Said it was groundbreaking.”

Claudia leaned toward the phone, her voice laced with mock drama. “Groundbreaking, huh? Did you finally solve the mystery of why all the single socks disappear in the laundry?”

Gage’s grin faltered for a second. “Who is that? Sophie, are you abducting strangers again? I told you, that’s a misdemeanor.”

“It’s just Claudia, you goon,” Sophie said, a real warmth spreading through her chest. “My friend. My sane friend.”

“Ah, the fabled and wondrous Lidia. Pleasure,” Gage said, giving a little nod to the phone. “And for your information, Claudia, my thesis was on post-war architectural deconstruction in Berlin, so it’s significantly more important than your sock-based existential crises.”

Sophie snorted at Claudia’s exasperated eyeroll. “So, when are you getting here? I can’t believe you didn’t let me see you walk. You’re an ass. I’m proud to call you my smart-ass-brother.” Stubborn determination was as inherited as their striking green eyes.

“It was sudden, also like this, I’m crashing at your place. Just for a bit. Until I figure out my next move.” He paused, his expression turning serious. “If that’s okay?”

“Of course! Stay with us.” Claudia chirped in.

“You’re the best, sis. I’ll text you. Love you!”

Gage hung up, leaving a sudden, ringing silence in the car. Claudia stared at her. “Your brother. The architectural genius. Is staying. At our apartment. When you are currently engaging in what sounds like a high-level, kinky threesome.”

Sophie’s hands tightened on the steering wheel, the knuckles turning white. “Oh, fuck.”

“Listen, you’re not doing anything wrong with them. There’s no shame in enjoying a little pain.”

“It doesn’t feel like that. Before you start, I know, okay? I know with us there’s never any judgment.”

“Well then, stop judging yourself.”

Sophie inhaled a sharp breath, and the car fell into comfortable silence. Sophie was lost in her thoughts while Claudia played on her phone.

They pulled into Surrender’s parking lot and cut the engine.

“I can’t wait to see all the new goodies,” Claudia mused as she got out of the car.

Walking into the club felt like walking into a different world. One where all things were possible. Sophie breathed in the smell of polished wood as they headed toward the shop. Her first night here popped into her head, and she couldn’t help but relive the memories.

“You’re quiet all of a sudden,” Claudia huffed. “I thought we were having girl time. That means we’re having fun.”

“I was just lost in thought. Sorry.”

“That’s fine but now that you’re back to Earth, let’s see what’s new on the dungeon floor.” Claudia grabbed Sophie’s hand and pulled her the rest of the way to the shop. A thrill ran through her at the thought of Aiden and Zack using new things on her.

“Hey, Mel!” Claudia chirped. “This is Sophie.”

Melody smiled. “Hey girls. Here to see the new stock?”

Sophie looked around at all the kinky implements, feeling the leather and shade floggers under her hand.

“Wes just brought this in,” Mel motions to the three-hole stockade in the corner.

“Oh,” Claudia squealed. “Wes is a genius. I want to try this one.” She wiggled her eyebrows and trotted over to observe the furniture.

“We’ll just call you the club’s kink tester then.”

“Zack came down here and had a look himself,” Melody mused.

The mention of Zack’s name hung in the air, shifting the dynamic. He was the storm, she’d thought. The one who pushed and tested. But Aiden was the anchor, the one who held her while she weathered it.

A complex system in place for such a casual situation.

Maybe she was deluding herself. But she saw something in him. Something more.

He opened parts of herself that she didn’t know existed. The ache of the unknown kept her tethered.

For the first time in her life, she wasn’t scared of the unknown. She wanted to embrace it.

*

Taking a page from Claudia’s book, Sophie slipped on a sundress and ballet flats and headed up the elevator of Surrender to the office area. On Tuesdays, the club was closed to members for deep cleaning and maintenance.

Stepping out of the elevator, she headed to the office. Sophie knocked softly and pushed the door open, spotting Zack alone sitting behind his desk without his suit jacket, looming over a stack of papers.

“I thought I’d come by…”

Zack looked at her over the edge of his glasses. “Aiden isn’t here.”

“I came to see you.”

“I see.”

“I don’t want to intrude if you’re busy.”

Zack set his pen down and pushed away from the desk. He raised his brow and cocked his head ever so slightly. “Is that what you really wanted, Sophie?”

Sophie’s cheeks reddened as she quickly responded to his beckoning finger. She circled the desk and stood in front of him, her hands clasped together in front of her. He stayed seated.

“Sophie?” Her eyes held his briefly, unable to stand his penetrating gaze.

“Look at me.”

His command settled between her thighs and she obeyed.

“Did you miss me, or the things I can do to you?”

Her throat went dry. Sophie mutely followed Zack’s touch as he ran down her arm and over her hip.

A sharp slap to her outer thigh startled her attention.

“I was curious about–” She cleared her throat and straightened her spine, knowing he’d want complete clarity. “I’d like to wear your cuffs.”

“I see. First, explain to me what wearing our cuffs means for you.” His eyes locked on hers and he smiled wickedly.

Forcing her to speak only deepened the humiliation.

Zack’s fingers slipped beneath the neckline of her dress, exposing her breasts. He traced his finger around her nipple, humming as it tightened under his touch.

He pinched her sharply, quickening her reply. Sophie rocked on her toes and met his eyes. “It means that I’m yours, Sir: yours and Daddy Aiden’s. That I’m ready to surrender to any scene or command from either of you without pause or reservation.”

“If I wanted to clamp your clit and parade you naked around the club?”

“I’m yours to lead, Sir.”

“What else?”

“That my boundaries and limits will be pushed but not broken. I am to use my safewords if needed because ‘stop’ and ‘no’ don’t end the scene. Sir.”

Zack leaned in and flicked his tongue over her nipple. She whined at such a brief touch. “What about when you’re crying, please with your mouth held open, and Aiden and I take turns filling your tight pussy, and you’re begging to come?”

“Thank you, Sir,” she whispered, assaulted with images of his promised depravity.

“Good girl.” He reached into his desk beside her and pulled a simple set of black leather cuffs with small gold D-rings on either side.

Sophie placed her wrist pulse side up to Zack’s offered cuff. First the left, then the right. He buckled them into place, two fingers slipping effortlessly between the soft leather and her wrist.

“Aiden has the locks for them.” Sophie’s belly fluttered, and she leaned over Zack in his chair. She placed her hands on his shoulders.

“I’ve never been locked fully before, Sir.”

“There’s a first time for everything.” Zack reached up and cupped her jaw; his thumb smudged the lipstick on her bottom lip. “Turn around, hands on the desk, Sophie.”

His tone awakened something inside her. She spun around instinctively, keeping her hands and feet shoulder-width apart, lowering her head, and resisting the urge to look behind her.

Sophie could hear Zack moving behind her, the buckle of his belt, and the swish of leather as he pulled it out of the loops.

Zack stood in front of her and lifted her chin, forcing her back to arch and for her to meet his gaze. “You took well to my flogger. Have you been strapped with a belt, pixie?”

Sophie swallowed and shifted her weight onto her toes. She didn’t want him to know how green she felt after the other night, how he’d wrapped up pain, desperation, and pleasure into one all-encompassing package that kept her needy. “I’ve been spanked before.”

His dark chuckle sent shivers down her spine.

“This will be…more.” Zack stepped to the side, his grip still on her jaw. “You won’t look away.”

She stared at their reflection, taking in how he towered over her. “Yes, Sir.”

“I expect acknowledgment.” He spoke and moved to stand behind her. He raised his arm and swatted her left cheek, then right—his volley of hits kept in rhythm.

“Thank you, Sir!” she gasped after each strike, her palms shifting on the smooth wood surface. Zack increased the tempo and pressure until her skin pinked. Her nails dug for purchase as the heat bloomed from the backs of her thighs to the upper curve of her ass.

A ball of emotion bubbled, and her chest tightened. “Thank you, Sir! Oh!” Sophie’s vision blurred, and she couldn’t help but buck back, her thighs slick with her arousal.

“What do you see?”

She moved her head to the side, wiping her tears on her sleeve, mindful of keeping her hands in position. “You, Sir. Standing behind me.” Every inch of her skin ached for his touch.

Zack pressed his palm against the underside of her ass, his fingers slipping beneath her panties to her pussy.

Sophie whimpered softly, arching her reddened ass into his seeking fingers.

“I see a dirty little club bunny desperate to be fucked. Bent over my desk with wet thighs and a red ass.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Her heart was pounding in her chest as need coursed through her. A ball of emotion welled in her belly.

‘There is no shame in enjoying a little pain.’

“Oh!”

“Will you be a good girl and give me what I want?” Zack stood behind her, pressing himself against her reddened skin. He dug his fingertips into the reddened stripes.

Angling her body toward him, she kept her hands in place. They locked eyes through the mirror and her breathing matched his. He pulled her panties down her thighs, tearing the fabric to pool at their feet.

“Do you know what these tears are for, Sophie?” She shook her head slowly. “Because I want them. They’re mine.” His hand tightened around her throat, holding her body bent against him. “They’re your penance for infiltrating my dreams.”

“Sir?”

“Haunted by the echoes of your wet throat cunt when it took our cocks. The way you struggled. Accepted your use.”

Zack reached between them, and Sophie felt his pants hit the floor. “Tell me.”

“I need you, Sir.” Sophie’s head lolled against the desk, her feet firmly planted to keep her steady. Her breathing skittered with her broken sobs; her body begged for more of his touch.

Sophie buried her face in her hands, shifting her feet further apart to accommodate the head of his cock stretching her opening.

“You cry no, but your ass arches back and begs for more.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Zack rolled his hips and teased her with short, deliberate strokes until she was mewling beneath him.

“Fuck, you have the most perfect cunt.” he jerked his hips and began thrusting into her, harder with every stroke.

Sophie’s body stretched and burned, accepting every thrust. Pleasure rolled through her, but her orgasm was still out of reach.

He loved hearing a sub in distress. It was for him. “You’re going to take it all for me. No whining.” Metal clamps punctuated his words as he placed them on each breast. Tiny bolts of fire that ignited straight to her core.

Tears run down her cheeks from the sensation and rough treatment as he trusts her off her toes. She gripped the edge of the desk as her hips continued to roll of their own accord. The walls of her pussy clamped around his shaft, desperate to memorize the brutality of his movements.

Sophie let Zack manipulate her limp body, and he wrapped his arm around her middle. He brushed her hair from her neck and bit firmly.

Shamelessly, she spasmed around his cock, their collected wetness slipping down her thighs.

“I know, pixie, I know.” Zack’s tone was soothing but calculating, reinforcing the awareness that he was taking every bit from her.

Her lips parted to speak when their attention was pulled to the office door as Aiden entered.

“Hey, I was dow–well hello.” Aiden’s surprise melted into heat. “Am I interrupting?”

“Aiden,” she whined as Zack rocked his hips into her, lifting her off her toes and forcing her to take him deeper.

“Oh no. Sit.” Zack pushed Sophie’s chest against the desk, the few contents long scattered.

She panted and stared as Aiden sat across from them, just out of reach.

“You came just in time to lick my cum from this snug little cunt.” Zack punctuated his words with slaps in quick succession.

“Yes! Come, please.”

Zack pressed his thumb against her asshole. Pushing deeper with every slow thrust. “Beg, Sophie. Beg me to come. Let me know what my cock deep inside you does. Beg.”

“Sir,” she groaned. “Daddy,” she said, her palms flat against the desk, the tips of her fingers clung to the edge.

Aiden’s eyes locked with hers, and he shook his head slowly. The darkness in his intent gaze warred with concern. He stood from the chair and cupped her face.

“You’re being so good, little star.” he leaned in and kissed her hard.

Sophie moaned against his mouth. Zack slipped his hand between Sophie’s thighs, his fingers slipping over and around her clit. Too light to fill her singular need to come.

“What did you need, Aiden?”

Aiden broke from Sophie’s lips. “A new shipment of toys.”

“I think we’re busy with our own, aren’t we, brother.”

“It’s too much!” Sophie cried, pulling her lips from Aiden’s. Every bumping thrust edged her closer. “Sir!”

“What’s too much, Sophie?” Zack paused mid-thrust, pressing his fingers into her hips.

Sophie pressed her forehead against Aiden’s. “I need to come, please.”

Zack’s fingers sank into her hair, and her body was forced against his chest. “You’ve been such a good little slut.” Zack leaned in and ran his tongue along her cheek, tasting her tears. “Will you bend for me, pixie? Or will you break under me…”

Her mouth fell open with a silent moan, Zack’s finger slipping deeper into her asshole—his other hand was still tight around her throat.

“If I knew you were up here, I would have come sooner.” Aiden stared lustfully, shedding his jacket and tossing it on the chair.

“She came here on her own.”

“Really, now.”

They continued to talk as if she weren’t in the space. It shouldn’t make her feel hot and needy. Sophie rocked her hips against Zack, seeking friction. He countermoved and painfully curved his thumb inside her, pulling her to her toes with a strangled cry.

“You aren’t the one in control.” Zack’s whispered reminder sent shivers down her spine. “How did you end up here, Sophie?” He released her throat and pressed her forward to lean on her hands.

The mahogany desk was cold against Sophie’s flushed cheek, a stark contrast to the heat flooding the rest of her body. Zack’s weight pinned her firmly, his cock buried to the hilt inside her with a deep, possessive thrust that made her gasp.

“Tell him, pixie,” he grunted, his hips beginning a ruthless, steady rhythm that had her scrambling for purchase on the polished wood. “You’re going to look at your Daddy right in his fucking eyes and tell him you came in here begging for my cock.” To emphasize his point, he pressed another finger into her rear. The rough pad of his thumb against her asshole, applying a firm, insistent pressure that made her cry out. It was a threat and a promise, all in one.

From the leather armchair in the corner, Aiden watched, his hazel eyes dark with a mixture of lust and intense focus. He didn’t move, but his presence was a tangible force in the room. “She’s been so good for us, Zack,” he said, his voice a soft, calming counterpoint to Zack’s brutality. “Haven’t you, little star? You take it so well.” He held up a blistered package holding a glistening silicone plug, already coated in a sheen of lube. “This seems like the perfect opportunity.” He gave the offered object to Zack.

Zack pulled the pack open without breaking his rhythm, his fingers closing around the neck of the toy. The sudden, cold shock of the lubricated plug against her most private hole made Sophie flinch. “Hold still,” Zack commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. “You’re lucky. I would have chosen peppermint.” He pressed the tip against her resistance, and with a firm, unyielding push, he worked the widest part past her tight ring of muscle. The stretch was exquisite, a sharp, full burn that morphed into a deep, throbbing ache as the narrow stem settled inside her. She felt impossibly full, stretched and claimed in a way that made her head spin.

“Fuck!”

“There,” Aiden cooed, rising from the chair. He leaned over the desk, cupping her face with a tenderness that felt alien amidst the violation. He held her gaze, his thumb stroking her cheek. “My good girl. You make Daddy so proud.” He leaned in and kissed her, a soft, lingering press of his lips against hers that was over too soon, a fleeting moment of affection before the storm.

The moment Aiden pulled back, Zack withdrew from her, his cock sliding out with a wet, obscene sound that made her blush. The air felt cold on her wet, exposed flesh. She heard the distinct sound of leather sliding through a loop, and her entire body tensed in anticipation.

The first crack of his belt against her ass was a lightning strike of pure, sharp sensation. She jolted forward, a cry ripped from her throat.

“Count,” Zack’s voice was flat, hard.

“One,” she gasped, the number trembling on her lips.

He brought the strap down again, lower this time, across the full curve of her ass and the top of her thighs. The pain was a bright, hot line that immediately began to bloom into a throbbing heat.

“Two!”

Another crack, parallel to the last. Her eyes, wide and watering, were locked on Aiden’s. He held her stare, his expression one of serene approval. “Don’t you break eye contact, baby,” he murmured. “You look right at me, or I’ll make him recount.” Sophie was convinced Aiden was running for the title of sadist.

“Three!” The strap landed again, and she could feel the wetness from her own pussy coating the leather, a humiliating testament to her arousal. Zack made a low, taunting sound in his throat.

Sophie resisted every urge to close her thighs, to press her ankles together and shield the most sensitive parts of herself from his assault.

She knew there would be consequences that she knew she didn’t want to test.

“Fuck, listen to that,” he sneered, bringing the strap down again with a wet smack. “You’re so fucking wet for this. You love every second of me using your body, don’t you? You’re fucking dripping all over my belt.”

“Four!” she cried, her voice breaking. The pain was mixing with the deep, persistent ache of the plug, creating a feedback loop of pleasure and punishment that was driving her out of her mind.

The fifth strike was the hardest yet, landing right across her sensitized thighs. She squeezed her eyes shut for a second against the sting, a reflex she couldn’t control.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Aiden chided softly. “Eyes on me, Sophie. You know the rules. Zack, start from one.”

“No, Daddy, please—” she begged, but another searing crack of the strap cut off her protest. The threat of starting over, of extending the sweet agony, was a special kind of torture.

“One!” she shouted, her eyes flying open to lock desperately onto Aiden’s hazel gaze.

He gave her a slight, encouraging nod. “That’s my girl.” Aiden kissed the frustration from her lips, swallowing every cry.

Zack administered the final four strikes with brutal efficiency, each one landing on already heated skin, each “two,” “three,” “four,” and “five” punched out of her with increasing desperation. When it was over, she was panting, her entire lower body a throbbing, sensitized map of her submission.

Zack moved then, stepping between her and Aiden. He dangled the damp, leather strap between their faces. The scent of her own arousal was potent in the air. “Taste,” he commanded, his voice low and gravelly.

Without a moment’s hesitation, they obeyed. Aiden leaned in first, his tongue swiping a long, deliberate stripe along the leather. Sophie followed, her own tongue meeting his, tangling not just with each other but with the unmistakable flavors of leather and her own slick, musky essence. It was the most debasing thing she’d ever done, and a fresh wave of wetness coated her inner thighs.

Zack held her jaw, his grip firm, forcing her to look at him. “Tell me what you are.”

Her voice was a wrecked, broken thing. “I’m your needy toy. I’m your filthy slut.” The words were crude and humiliating, but saying them sent a bolt of pure lightning straight to her core.

“Say it again,” Zack commanded in a low, gravelly voice that brooked no argument. His grip on her jaw tightened, forcing her to hold his gaze even as her cheeks flushed crimson with humiliation.

“I’m your needy toy,” she repeated, her voice steadier this time, though still laced with a raw desperation that made her sound utterly wrecked. Her throat worked as she swallowed hard before adding, “I’m your dirty little club bunny.” Her words echoed in the room, a stark admission of her submission that sent another jolt of arousal coursing through her veins. It was as if the more she said it, the more it sank into her very soul, twisting her shame into something darker, something she couldn’t name but craved nonetheless.

“Such a good fucking girl,” Zack praised, the whiplash from degradation to affection making her dizzy with need.

“Come here, babygirl. Let Daddy take care of you.”

Aiden

His words shattered the last of her control. She scrambled up over the desk, her body pulsing with desperate energy, and launched herself at Aiden, capturing his mouth in a hungry, frantic kiss. She poured every ounce of her conflicting emotions into it—the shame, the pride, the overwhelming, nasty, fucking need.

They separated, breathless. Aiden sank back into his chair, his eyes fixed on hers. He looked completely in control. “Now,” he said, his voice gentle but firm. “Take my cock out.”

Sophie fell to her knees, hitting the plush carpet with a soft thud. Her hands, trembling slightly, went to his belt buckle, her fingers fumbling in their haste.

She was his good girl. She was their filthy toy.

Aiden’s hands reached for her and pulled her into his lap. His hold not to guide her, but to claim her. His palms were warm and slightly rough as they slid up her torso, his thumbs tracing the delicate lines of her ribs before his fingers splayed wide over the tender skin of her waist. He followed the map of welts Zack created, his touch a brand that reignited each and every one.

“Daddy, please.”

“Please what, my greedy girl?” he whispered against her throat, his hips lifting slightly to meet her downward grind. The friction was exquisite.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice a low gravel that vibrated through her core. “So perfect. All mine.”

She rolled her hips in answer, a slow, grinding circle that drew a low groan from him. His head fell back against the chair, but his eyes never left her. One hand slid down to grip the fleshy curve of her thigh, his fingers pressing into the marks there, setting her nerve endings on fire. The other hand came up to cup her breast, his thumb brushing lightly, so lightly, over the clamped nipple.

“Come on, Sophie. Ride Daddy’s cock, I’ll let you come.”

She couldn’t form the words. She just rocked against him, angling her hips to sink onto his length.

“Oh, god.” She panted, moving her hips faster now, chasing the building pressure. His mouth traveled lower, down her collarbone, his tongue darting out to taste her salty skin. He was driving her insane with this slow, meticulous worship.

Then he reached her breast. He didn’t take the clamp off. He didn’t need to. His tongue, hot and wet, licked a broad stripe over the tortured peak and the cold metal of the clamp.

The sensation was electric, a blinding flash of pain-pleasure that made her cry out, her back arching violently. Her inner muscles clenched hard, a hard grip around the length of him.

He acknowledged her cry with a dark, possessive sound. This was what she needed, what she’d been begging for without words.

Aiden’s hand on her thigh tightened, holding her steady as his mouth closed over her nipple. He didn’t just suckle. He was rough. His lips sealed around the clamp, and he sucked hard, pulling the sensitive flesh and the unforgiving metal deep into the heat of his mouth. His teeth dug in, not on the nipple itself, but around the base of the clamp, pressing the sensation to its absolute limit.

Pain and pleasure fused into one unbearable, incredible point. Sophie’s vision whited out. She was aware of nothing but the searing heat of his mouth on her breast, the firm grip of his hand branding her thigh, and the frantic, rolling rhythm of her hips as she rode him, chasing the white hot bliss she knew was waiting.

“That’s it,” he growled, his voice muffled against her skin. “Take it. Take what you need.”

She was so close. So unbearably close. Every nerve was alight, singing a symphony of exquisite torment. She could feel the damp spot on his jeans, feel the way his abdominal muscles clenched beneath her, feel the approving gaze of Zack from the corner of the room—it all fed the fire.

Aiden released her breast with a wet, popping sound and looked up at her, his eyes blazing with feral intensity. “Now, Sophie. Come for me. Come for Daddy.”

It was both a command and a permission. His hand slid from her thigh around to her ass, gripping her firmly, helping her find a deeper, faster rhythm. His other hand found her other clamped nipple and pinched it hard through the metal.

A hard slap from Zack bucked Sophie’s hips hard against Aiden. Need and want became a singular point of focus.

Her body shook, her fingers gripped onto Aiden’s shoulders as she came. Her back arched, tightening around her Daddy’s cock and Sir’s plug.

“Now you ride,” Aiden ground out, his own control fraying. “Ride me, Sophie.”

Zack’s hand came down again, on the other side this time. Crack. The sharp pain bloomed, a perfect counterpoint to the deep, driving pleasure of Aiden inside her. Her body, caught between the two opposing forces, began to move on its own accord, a frantic, rolling rhythm driven by primal need.

“Come again, Sophie. Make Daddy come with you.”

She rose on her knees, almost drawing all of Aiden out, the cool air a shock on her wet, heated flesh. Then she sank back down, taking him deep, the plug shifting inside her with the motion.

Up. The withdrawal was agony.

Down. The filling was ecstasy.

Each downward plunge was punctuated by the sharp, sweet sting of Zack’s palm meeting Sophie’s tender ass.

“That’s my girl. Fuck, don’t stop.”

The rhythm was brutal, overwhelming, perfect. Aiden’s hands were everywhere, gripping her waist, palming her breasts, his thumb rolling over a clamped nipple, sending fresh jolts of pain-pleasure through her system. His hips pistoned upward to meet her every descent, driving himself deeper, ensuring the plug hit its mark every single time.

Zack was a master, his spanks never landing in the same spot twice, creating a symphony of sharp, bright pains that played across her skin, each one fueling the inferno in her belly. The sound of skin on skin filled the room, a lewd percussion to the symphony of their ragged breathing and her own broken whimpers.

She was losing herself, her world narrowing to the three points of contact: the searing stretch of Aiden’s cock, the deep, claiming pressure of the plug, and the fiery map Zack was painting on her skin. The welts from earlier were alive, singing with every impact, every movement.

“That’s it, our greedy girl,” Aiden rasped, his voice strained. “Take it all. You can take more.”

As if on cue, Zack’s next swat landed with more force, right on the sensitive skin of her sit-spot. The cry that left her lips was half-sob, half-scream. Her inner muscles clamped down on Aiden, a vice-like grip of pure sensation.

“Look at her,” Zack’s voice was thick with arousal, a voyeur’s praise. “Look how she takes it. How she needs it.”

Aiden’s eyes were dark with lust, fixed on the spot where their bodies joined, the way her body accepted all of him, on the reddening skin of her ass presented for Zack’s approval. He was her anchor in the storm, his dominance the permission she needed to shatter.

The coil in her abdomen wound tighter, tighter, pulled taut by the dual sensations of piercing pleasure and burning pain. She was nothing but a raw nerve, a being of pure sensation, strung between two men who knew precisely how to break her and put her back together.

She was so close. So dangerously close. The screams were building in her throat again, a pressure that needed to break free.

Aiden saw it. He saw the moment she teetered on the edge. His hands seized her face, forcing her to look at him. “Now. Look at me and come.”

Zack’s palm landed one final, perfect time, a sharp, stinging blow that echoed through her entire body. The climax didn’t build; it detonated through her, her body falling against Aiden limply.

*

Sophie was sprawled over Aiden’s chest in the oversize tub. He gently washed her body, whispering soft words of praise. “You were such a good girl.” His mouth was hot against her neck. His hands moved over her, unable to resist seeking more points of contact. “You’re so beautiful when you cry. You made Daddy so proud tonight.”

“Thank you,” Sophie hummed softly, nodding and turning her face toward the crook of his shoulder. “Sore everywhere.” She didn’t sound uncomfortable or show signs of pain. He knew precisely the aftercare and attention she needed, and nothing would make him happier than taking care of her needs.

He grasped her wrist and brought it to his lips. Kissing the pulse point beneath where his and Zack’s cuffs were now locked in place. He’d placed the locks while in the office with Zack and Sophie earlier.

Aiden remembered every curve and cry in Zack’s office. Thankful for the timing to witness her freedom and release as Sophie bent beneath Zack’s steel will.

Aiden gently pulled them from the tub, wrapped Sophie in an oversized bathrobe, and tended to her marks. He settled in the oversize bed and held her close.

Sophie absentmindedly played with his fingers when she spoke softly. “So, um?”

Aiden turned his eyes down to her and kissed the top of Sophie’s head, inhaling the vanilla of her shampoo. “Use your words, baby.”

“Okay,” Sophie untangled from his arms and spun to sit cross-legged in the bed. She held the fluff of the robe together and up to her chest as if it were a shield to make her brave.

Concern prickled the back of his neck at her hesitation and sudden turn toward seriousness.

“H-how does this work?”

“I’m going to need more words, Sophie.”

“This thing we have.” She looked over his shoulder at the obvious empty spot in the bed.

“Between the three of us. I never had a dynamic like this before.” He couldn’t agree more. The easygoing play he shared with Zack over the years changed the moment Sophie entered the equation. It was becoming undeniable.

“This?”

“Well, this is a spin on casual dating.” Sophie ran her fingers through her hair, pulling it away from her face. Her wrist cuff jingled, and Aiden could notice marks blooming on her collarbone from previous play.

He reached out and clasped her arm, pulling her pulse to his lips. She was warm and welcoming to the touch. Aiden kissed a few of the subtle blooming bruises. “I don’t know how casual this will be, little star.”

Sophie’s hand touched his jaw. He closed his eyes as her nails scratched his stubble.

“I mean, I do call you Daddy after all.” Aiden nipped her shoulder, and she squeaked. “I’ve admittedly never done that before either.”

“I’ve been called that a few times, honestly.” But it didn’t feel right until her. The exception to everything.

“So this is something you and Zack have done before? Share someone?”

“We’ve shared women. We’ve had separate scenes in the same room as well. Sometimes watching is half the fun.”

“Fun.” Sophie rolled her eyes. “Okay, so you’re the sweet one who romances me while Zack fucks me lik–”

“You’ll watch the words you speak about someone I care about.” He sharpened his gaze, making sure she understood how she was to speak about herself.

“There’s no way to sugar-coat it, Aiden. The things I’ve allowed Zack to do aren’t the things you run home to tell your parents about.”

“While that’s true. Did you consent to everything that has happened?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Then there’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Aiden touched her chin gently. He could see the doubt and worry in her eyes. “I think having you write those lines would convince you further.”

“Teasing, promise!” Sophie shook her head quickly with a half laugh.

“How about business talk to occupy you instead?” He kissed her softly. “I was impressed with the project proposal. It’s hard to find someone else who appreciates detail the way I do.”