“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 knewprecisely 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.
