6. Ashton
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The game master was pleased.
And everything was going to plan.
My gaze followed Hawk and Rosie as they went to the massive shell-shaped bed, but as I glanced up at the clock, I felt a sense of urgency to solve the next part of the puzzle.
We’d used the spanking bench.
We’d used the cross.
Now, we just needed to use the bed.
The two of them collapsed into the pearlescent pink blankets. Rosie rolled into the center and I narrowed my eyes as Hawk kissed her hard and sweet.
A little too sweet for my taste.
“Spread her legs,” I commanded.
Rosie obeyed without Hawk even having to push them apart. Despite protesting all the orgasms, she was desperate for more. Of course she was. She was a cock-hungry, orgasm-loving little slut.
She could protest as much as she wanted, but at the end of the day, I knew exactly what she liked.
Hawk rolled onto his side, looking up at me as I knelt at the foot of the bed. His cock was straining against the cage, his brows drawing together in a scowl.
I knew he was a little mad that I’d put him into such a submissive place, but just like Rosie—I knew exactly what he liked. Hawk rarely had the chance to truly submit, and I rarely had the chance to put him in the headspace.
It was a torturous delight for us both.
“How long is this staying on?” Hawk grunted, guesting at the cage.
“Until you earn the right to have it off,” I snapped. “Since you’re being so sweet, you can kiss and tease her while I breed her. If you’re good, I’ll let you have her ass.”
His eyes darkened, but he didn’t protest. I knew what he was thinking though. Something along the lines of fine, I’ll play along. I fought the urge to laugh—I wasn’t against laughing in the middle of sex, but now was not the time.
Not with Greg on the line.
Rosie continued to watch us, her eyes darting back and forth as her breath hitched. Blush crept over her chest, her skin pink from all of the activities.
I moved closer, her thighs spread apart and exposing her pussy. I rubbed the tip of my cock against her, gliding it up and down her wet slit.
God, she was gorgeous. Hawk decided to be obedient, and leaned down to kiss her. I watched them hungrily, enjoying the way he cupped her breasts and twisted her nipples, as I positioned myself.
My head fell back as I looked up at the screen. My eyes widened as the camera feed of Greg popped up on the TV.
But I could see him perfectly. I could see that he had stopped struggling against those ropes and his cock was hard. He was staring intensely, as if he were the one watching us.
Was he?
Was the game master forcing him to watch us fuck his wife? Did he know what little Rosie was doing in order to save him?
What if he did?
That turned me on even more. My cock raged as I thrust into Rosie, staring at the screen.
Staring at her husband as I took his wife, her pussy clenching around my cock.
She cried out, her voice muffled as Hawk kissed her again, the two of them completely oblivious to the fact that Greg was watching us.
I grunted, thrusting faster, taking her exactly how I wanted. Pleasure rippled through my body as the sound of our skin slapping together filled the ocean room, all of her sweet moans lost in Hawk’s mouth.
Fuck, this was hot. I didn't want it to end. More than anything, I wanted to stay in this room forever. Although that was completely unreasonable, and very seriously, we did still need to save Greg.
Even if the son of a bitch looked like he was having a good time, too.
“Sit on her face,” I said to Hawk, slapping his ass cheek.
He grunted a mild protest, but then obeyed, positioning himself on the bed. He got up slightly, and then bent over her, slowly lowering his ass down to her face.
Rosie didn't hesitate. Not for one single second. The sight of her burying her tongue between his ass cheeks went straight to my hard cock.
I pounded into her harder, every nerve ending bursting with little bolts of need. Hawk’s cock strained, fighting the confines of his cage.
“I need this off,” he demanded. “ Now .”
“Earn it,” I snapped back, giving Rosie a harder thrust.
Her whimper followed every motion. Hawk leaned forward, his lips brushing mine.
Then he bit me.
I snorted and drew back, running my tongue over my bottom lip.
As if that was going to change my mind. It certainly wasn't. If anything, it just made me laugh, because I was enjoying his frustration.
I was enjoying the fact that he was fighting the submissive headspace so hard, knowing that it's exactly what he needed. Exactly what he wanted.
“Nice try,” I muttered.
Hawk’s glower twisted as Rosie reached up and closed her hand around the cock cage, all while her tongue worked his ass.
He grunted, lust taking over. All his reservations melted away, and when he opened his eyes again, I sucked in a breath—surprised by the look of complete submission burning there.
My cock throbbed as I paused mid thrust, Rosie’s pussy gripping me like a vice. She was so damn wet that every movement was hot and slick.
I reached up and grabbed Hawk’s neck, carefully squeezing the sides as I started to drive in and out of Rosie again. She writhed and moaned beneath us, taking my cock while she rimmed our rugged man.
“Fuck,” Hawk groaned. “Is this even working for the game master?”
I glanced back at the screen. Greg was gone. Only the timer remained, and it was running out.
“We have less than an hour left to figure out exactly what the game master wants,” I huffed.
Rosie groaned helplessly. I sucked in a breath and refocused on the task at hand. Coming inside Rosie and making Hawk beg for me to let his cock free.
And the moment did?
We were going to take her at the same time.
And if that didn’t please the game master, I didn’t know what would. With this size of a bed, it only made sense that the three of us needed to use it as well as we possibly could.
“You look damn good like this, Hawk,” I said softly.
His heavy lids lowered, his mouth tugging with a groan. “You never compliment me.”
That was a lie. I complimented the asshole all the time. But, I’d go along with it. “I compliment you when you earn it.”
His breath huffed out. My gaze drifted down to his cock, precum dripping from the metal cage around the head.
“Ash,” he rasped. “Please. I need to fuck her, too. I need to be out of this cage. Please let me out.”
His begging almost convinced me, but I wanted more. “What do I get in return if I let your cock free?”
“Anything,” he groaned. “Anything. I’ll do whatever you want. Please let me out. Please , Sir .”
Fuck . Hearing him, of all people, call me Sir was what sent me over the edge.
My hips snapped with a final thrust, burying myself deep inside Rosie as a torrent of pleasure crashed into me.
Hot cum shot from me, filling her with every drop.
My head tipped up, my hair loosened from its bun and tumbling down my back.
“God damn,” I gasped, my hand settling on top of her pussy.
I stayed there for a few moments, savoring the feeling of her. Of him too. I looked down and slowly pulled out, watching as my cum dripped out of her.
Shaking my head, I gathered it with my fingertips and pushed it back in. “That belongs inside you,” I whispered, coaxing more back into its place.
Hawk let out a soft curse. “Sir, please .”
I smirked and leaned back, grabbing the cock cage key from the blankets. At some point, I’d tossed them there—even though they’d been within his grasp, Hawk had known better than to look at them.
He knew who he belonged to right now.
I leaned forward and slid the key into the hole, unlocking it. More curses followed as I grabbed the cage, slowly working it off him. His cock expanded now that it wasn’t confined, all of his blood flowing down .
I gave him a shove and he rolled to the side off Rosie. She dragged in a few breaths, her gaze meeting mine. A slow smile crept over her lush lips. Gone was the resistance and hate, only an eagerness to please. An eagerness to do whatever we wanted.
“What will you do to me next, Sir?” she asked.
“Get on all fours,” I commanded. “You’re about to find out.”