“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.”
