Chapter Nine #2
Zayne wound Chloé’s hair around his wrist, then he took it in a firm grip and angled her face up toward Ethan. “Open your mouth.”
Her lips parted, and the tip of her pink tongue came out to wet them.
“Since you seem to have issues in controlling yourself today, Red, we’re going to practice.”
Ethan pulled his thick cock out and stroked the plump head along her lower lip. Jesus, that was hot. Zayne knew how fucking delicious Ethan’s dick was. But when Chloé went to tease the slit with her tongue, Zayne tightened his fist and tugged her head away.
“Uh uh. That’s not for you. Not today.” Zayne glanced up to see Ethan stroking himself inches from their faces.
“You’ve been a bad girl, so all you’re allowed to do is keep still, keep quiet, and take what we give you.
You will not come. You will practice control .
This is a punishment. Not a reward. Do you understand? ”
“Yes, sir.”
Zayne looked to Ethan and gave the go-ahead for him to continue.
Ethan moved back in to stand directly in front of her. “Slide your tongue out.”
Chloé immediately complied, and as Ethan began to rub himself all over it, a soft moan left her throat.
“You look so fucking sexy right now,” Zayne said by her ear as he wrapped an arm around her waist and began to inch her skirt up her thighs. With his eyes on Ethan, who was stroking himself up and down the center of her tongue, Zayne slipped his hands between her thighs. “Spread these.”
Chloé shifted the best she could, spreading her thighs. His fingers brushed over her panties, and he could feel the warm evidence of her arousal soaking through.
Ah, there it was. Her true nature resurfacing. Even though she was in trouble, and knew she was about to be punished, their girl was primed and ready.
Ethan pulled his dick off her tongue and slid it along her cheek, leaving a sticky path. “Do you know why you’re being punished today?”
“Yes, sir.”
Zayne rubbed his fingers over her wet panties, circling her clit.
“Why?” Ethan asked.
“I showed disrespect by arguing with you in front of Lillian.”
“That’s right, and if you want respect, you have to earn it.”
She nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“So now, you’re going to earn it.”
With that, he reached for the back of her head and thrust his cock between Chloé’s lips until he bottomed out. Her gagging cough that turned to a swallow made Zayne’s dick throb.
She was adjusting. He knew how that felt.
Like you were going to choke and pass out, but at the same time you didn’t care because you wanted to prove to Ethan that you could handle it.
A tear leaked from Chloé’s eye, but still she didn’t safe-word out or signal for reprieve, and that was fucking impressive.
Zayne leaned in and licked the tear from her cheek as he circled her clit a little faster. His jeans were all but strangling his dick now, his pre-cum making a sticky mess, as he enjoyed the up-close-and-personal face fuck.
Ethan grabbed her head with both hands and began to move in and out at a pace that was as sexy as it was torturous.
“Damn.” He tipped his head back and pushed in deeper, and Chloé's muffled cry had Zayne releasing her to unzip his jeans. Tears were streaming down her cheeks freely now as she took more and more of Ethan. Zayne released her and got to his feet, freeing his own dick.
Ethan’s eyes found his and beckoned him closer. Zayne leaned over Chloé and went in for the kiss without a second thought. He opened his lips to Ethan’s assault, and it was as rough and brutal as what he was inflicting on Chloé. His tongue was rapacious as it swept Zayne’s mouth.
“Christ.” Zayne tore his mouth free as Ethan pulled his dick from Chloé’s lips, and her desperate whimper sounded good and frustrated—which was exactly the way they wanted her.
The two of them looked down at her, and Zayne wrapped the long strands of her hair around his hand and tugged her up to her feet.
“Hands above your head, Red.”
A shiver racked her body, but she immediately complied. Then he reached for the hem of that flirty little dress and dragged it up and off, leaving her in nothing but pure white panties.
“Fucking hell.” Ethan closed his eyes as though willing that control he prided himself on to come and save him.
Good luck with that, Zayne thought, as he tossed her dress over the counter. Chloé was one hell of a temptation as she stood between them now with her smooth, creamy skin, flaming curls of hair, and a scrap of material no bigger than a handkerchief covering her perfect ass.
He could only imagine how spectacular she looked from the front.
Zayne moved in behind her, letting her feel how hard she’d made him.
“Why are you being punished today?” he growled by her ear. It was always important to reiterate the reason for a punishment. That way, she knew it was the behavior they didn’t like, not her.
Chloé panted and licked her lips. “I was disrespectful and rude, sir.”
“That’s right,” he said, and drew her arms down. “And what are you going to do about that?”
“I’m going to take whatever punishment you both give, and earn back your respect.”
“Damn right you are.” Zayne stripped off his shirt, took hold of her arms, and tied them behind her back, nice and secure. Then he looked to Ethan. “Where do you want her?”
* * *
FUCK.
ETHAN HAD known this would be just as punishing for them as it was Chloé, but the tight, wet feeling of her mouth around his cock had almost pushed him over the edge.
Luckily, though, he’d remembered the bigger goal, and somehow managed to employ that iron-clad patience of his and pull out.
Looking at her now, though, was putting it to the test.
He reached down and gave his frustrated cock several pulls, wishing they were taking her upstairs to end this in a way that would be satisfying for all three of them. But that wasn’t the way punishments worked, and it was time she understood that.
He lowered his eyes over her flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and hard nipples. She was so fucking gorgeous, and with her arms now tied behind her back, her breasts were thrust out to him like gifts from God.
He reached out and ran the back of his fingers across one of the pointy tips, then looked around the foyer.
“There.”
Zayne took hold of her arm and spun her around to face the front desk.
Yes, that seemed fitting, since it was the first place she’d ever misbehaved in their presence by telling her little white lie.
“Bend her over,” Ethan ordered him. “Cheek on the counter. Panties on the floor.”
Zayne walked her over and slowly urged her down by the back of her neck until she was bent at a ninety-degree angle. Then he smoothed his hand over the soft fabric of Chloé’s panties.
They were pretty and delicate, and something about seeing Zayne playing with them made Ethan’s arousal increase tenfold—Zayne’s too, apparently.
“Mmm.” Zayne stroked his fingers down between her ass cheeks. “Something about seeing your wrists bound right here above these good-girl panties makes me wanna do things to you. Deviant, decadent things.”
Chloé whimpered and pushed back on him, but he quickly removed his hand.
“Behave yourself,” he growled, and Chloé froze as he slipped his fingers in the waistband and slowly slid the panties down her thighs.
As they pooled at her feet, Zayne knelt behind her, and Ethan reached down to stroke his cock. What a fucking sight. Chloé looked stunning bent over, vulnerable and ready for whatever they were going to give her, and Zayne looked like a starving man who’d just been seated at the table.
Zayne gripped her hips and canted her ass back toward him, then he tapped the back of her thigh. “Spread your legs.”
Chloé’s breathing was coming faster now, but she did as she was told.
“Are you ready to earn back our respect?” Ethan asked as Zayne reached for her ass cheeks and spread them open, and the pretty pink pucker and shiny pussy he revealed made Ethan’s dick jealous it wasn’t inside of her yet.
“Yes, sir.” Chloé nodded against the counter as Zayne stroked his thumb over her back hole.
“I’ll be the judge of that. Zayne? Now.”
Zayne yanked her hips back then and buried his face between her thighs, dragging his tongue through her sweet juices, and a muffled cry left her lips. He repeated the move several times and brought a hand into play, and as she began to rock back onto him and moan, Ethan barked, “Be still.”
Chloé froze, but Zayne’s hand on her ass gave her a cracking reminder why they were there. Her gasp of shock and pleasure let them know she was as deep into this as they were.
Zayne plumped her red cheeks between his hands and spread them wide, her virgin hole teasing them both—then, without a second thought, he dove in. Zayne licked, sucked, and bit at her until the sounds in the foyer were all sex, and then he added his thumb, pushing it inside.
Ethan pinched the head of his dick as he watched. Dirty fucker. The idea of being her first there was something they both wanted, and when she moaned and began to writhe like a woman about to break, it was clear she wanted it too.
But that was not about to happen.
“Stop.”
Zayne instantly obeyed and reached between Chloé’s legs, squeezing her pussy tight.
“You don’t get that tonight, petite fille . But thanks for the invitation. Zayne, come here.”
Zayne got to his feet and moved back by Ethan’s side, a smug look on his face as they took a minute to admire his handiwork.
“Ready to end this?” Ethan asked.
“My dick was ready about ten minutes ago.”
Ethan reached for Zayne’s stiff cock and gave him a rough stroke. Zayne groaned, his head falling back, and Ethan leaned in to bite him gently on the neck.
“Then let’s finish this, shall we?”
“Fuck yes.”
Ethan released him and walked over to Chloé, who was completely naked now, and brushed a hand over her bare ass before landing a firm swat across the cheek.
“Who do you belong to?”
She trembled but didn’t hesitate with her answer. “You and Zayne.”
“That’s right.” Ethan drew his fingers down between her legs to tease and torment her needy pussy.
She was hot and slick, her body primed for the taking, and when his fingers grazed her clit, she jerked.
It was time.
Ethan reached inside his pocket for his wallet and pulled a condom free. He heard a chuckle from behind as he tossed the wallet on the counter.
He glanced over his shoulder, and Zayne smirked. “Gotta love a man who’s always prepared.”
“You’d love me anyway.”
Zayne took the packet from him. “That’s true. I’ll love you even more if you say you have two of those.”
Ethan grunted as Zayne sheathed his dick for him, then he indicated his wallet on the counter. “Yours is in there.”
“See, always prepared.” Zayne snatched the wallet up and took care of himself as Ethan turned back to the silent, naked woman stretched out in front of them.
He stared down at the gold bracelets surrounding her wrists before covering her hands with one of his, then stroked his cock down the crack of her ass.
Chloé shuddered. She knew what was about to happen next— and what wasn’t—and the knowledge that your body was not about to get what it so desperately wanted was often the worst punishment of all.
“It’s a shame you couldn’t have spoken about your concerns calmly when you first arrived, but maybe this will help you remember your manners next time.
” He pushed forward and began to rock up against her, sliding his dick between her thighs.
“Do you like that, petite fille ? Do you like how that feels?”
She nodded, but that wasn’t good enough for him—he wanted to hear the desperate pleasure in her voice.
“Tell me. I want to hear it. Do you like how that feels? My dick teasing your clit?”
“Yes, sir.” Her voice was breathy, her pleasure evident.
“I can tell. Your juices are coating my cock like I’m already inside you.” She groaned, and Ethan brushed her hair aside and bent down over her until his mouth was by her ear. “You like being used this way, don’t you?”
Chloé licked her lips and nodded the best she could.
“Say it. Tell us.”
“Yes, sir. I love it. I want to please you both.”
“That’s what I thought, and that’s what you’re doing.” He straightened up, grabbed hold of her hips, and lined his cock up with her eager pussy. “Now stay still and take your punishment like a good little girl.”
With one solid thrust, he shoved himself inside her waiting body, pushing her up against the counter. A desperate cry left her as he pulled out of her and shoved in again, pulling her back onto his dick.
Chloé moaned as he continued to drive into her, balling her hands into fists between their bodies.
He was on a mission now to teach, to punish, to dominate the woman who had dared forget her place in this relationship.
And as her body began to pulse around his unrelenting cock, he pulled out of her, causing her to shout as her climax was once again denied.
Ethan wrapped a tight fist around his dick and cursed as he stepped aside for Zayne. Then his man went about handing out the next lesson. Ethan rolled his condom off and began to stroke in time to the slapping sounds of Zayne’s bare thighs against Chloé’s ass.
It didn’t take too long for Zayne to pull his dick free and for the two of them to deliver the final lesson of the evening. They came in a hot, satisfying mess all over their frustrated sub, teaching her what no words ever could.