“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 herand 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.
