“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 anddetachment. It was a brilliant, exhilarating game. But tonight, watching them… watchingher… 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.
