“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 andZack 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.
FOUR
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.
Sophie:
Thank you for the aftercare basket.
Aiden:
You're welcome, little one.
Sophie:
How did you know what candy I liked?
Aiden:
A Daddy never reveals his secrets.
Aiden:
Since you’ve been spending more time there, I was wondering what you thought of the club.
