8. Hawk
hawk
Submission was a beautiful thing.
When someone else was submitting to me .
But when I was the one submitting? It was like pulling teeth. It was uncomfortable at times. It made me feel like a bumbling fool.
Rosie submitted so effortlessly. The trust she had in us was something special. It always made me feel like the luckiest man alive.
And while I trusted Ash, I still found it hard to submit. Even though I wanted to.
I felt his broad hand on my back. I could feel his eyes drilling into me, his tone firm. Commanding. There was no space for argument, only obeying.
“Stop fucking her,” he said. “Stay inside her. Stay still.”
“What?” I rasped.
It took every ounce of control to do as he asked. Sweat dripped down my forehead, our bodies slick from the heat we created. I groaned, my thighs protesting from the thrusting I’d done from this angle.
It was worth it. Rosie’s ass was heaven.
Ash pulled out of her pussy and raised up slightly. The lightbulb went off in my mind as I realized what he was doing.
We’d make both of us fit.
Maybe.
“I don’t know if this will work,” I grunted.
“Where there’s a will there’s a way. Besides, we gotta try something. To save Greg.”
To save Greg.
That had become our mantra. Save Rosie’s hot husband, or else. Do whatever the game master wanted, or else.
“Pull back slightly,” Ash commanded. “And lean over her.”
I did as he said, bracing my hands against Rosie’s upper back as I leaned forward and pulled my cock back. I was still inside her, but just barely.
I felt the head of his cock nudge against the underside of my shaft. Rosie moaned beneath us, her hair sticking to the sides of her face. She pulled off the tentacle dildo for a moment and turned her head, looking up at me.
“Is this okay?” I rasped.
“Yes,” she groaned. “I like the weight of you on top of me. It feels good.”
Fuck. It was getting harder and harder to hold it together. I kept having to remind myself that Rosie was a stranger . Right? A stranger. A stranger’s wife. Someone I didn’t know, and certainly didn’t love, and?—
“Oh my god,” she gasped, her fingers curling into the blankets.
Ash slowly, carefully, pushed inside of her. Our cocks were against each other, stretching her ass slowly. We went still, our chests heaving with labored breaths as we gave her time to adjust to the size of us together.
She was taking a lot.
“You feel so good,” I mumbled. “You feel really fucking good, Rosie.”
“Thank you,” she squeaked, her eyes rolling back in a state of bliss.
God, she was such a beautiful mess. I found myself smiling like an idiot despite feeling like my balls were about to explode. I needed to come in her sweet ass, but I would wait.
I would submit to Ash.
I felt kisses along my spine.
“You’re doing good,” Ash whispered. “I like it when you obey me. Even though I know we’re normally partners in Domming.”
I swallowed hard. “Thank you,” I murmured.
He peppered more kisses on my back and then moved his hips. The three of us groaned together, especially from the friction of our cocks rubbing against each other. Pleasure shot through me, my entire body buzzing with lust.
“Damn,” I groaned.
“Is Rosie still sucking the dildo?” Ash asked.
I looked down at our girl and shook my head. She whimpered and closed both hands around the base, dragging it to her lips.
“Now she is,” I chuckled. “Just needed a reminder.”
“Make sure she keeps sucking. Maybe then you can give her some praise.”
“Can I?” I asked.
Ash was silent, and I closed my eyes, groaning.
“Can I please praise her, Sir?”
“You really want to praise that slut?” Ash asked, his voice dripping with degradation.
Rosie whimpered as she sucked the blue tentacle.
“Yes,” I said. “Please. I’d really like to praise her.”
“Fine,” Ash said, thrusting harder. Faster. “Since you’ve been so good, I’ll let you praise her. Just remember, you still can’t come until I let you.”
“Thank you, Sir,” I rasped.
My gaze returned to Rosie and how damn perfect she looked beneath us like this. The lights in the room gave all of us a lustrous sheen, and her body glistened like a smooth pearl beneath it. She was beautiful, and smart, and kind, and hot. So damn hot.
“You look so good, angel,” I said softly. “You’re taking us both so well.”
Ash and I found a brutal tempo, our cocks taking her in tandem.
Rosie moaned around the dildo, her cheeks flushed.
“Look at you,” I gasped. “So fucking hot bent over and taking our cocks like this. Greg is so lucky, isn’t he? He has no idea how much you’d do to save him.”
“Maybe he does,” Ash said. “Maybe he’s been watching this whole time. Maybe he’s seen everything we’ve done together while tied to a chair, nothing more than a helpless cuck.”
She moaned in protest, her eyes fluttering. Admittedly, the thought of Greg watching us the entire time turned me on even more. I liked the idea of him knowing how hard she’d worked to save him from the evil game master. That she’d been spanked, played with, and used—all for him.
“I bet he’d be proud of you,” I huffed. “If he is watching.”
“Or he’d be humiliated,” Ash chimed.
Always the devil’s advocate. I fought a smile.
Between the two of us, I’d always been the one to deliver praise while he’d always been the one to degrade and humiliate.
We played together so well for that reason.
There wasn’t anything quite like praising a sub for doing well while another Dom told them they were doing terribly.
The mindfuck of it all was hot.
“Does it feel good being fucked like this?” I asked.
All Rosie could do was nod. The sound of her sucking the toy mixed with our bodies slapping against each other made my blood rush. I couldn’t even hear the ocean sounds anymore—they were all drowned out by the symphony of sex.
“Good girl,” I moaned. “You’re doing so well.”
Ash scoffed and bit me. Hard enough that I yelped, twisting slightly despite the fact I wasn’t going anywhere.
“Damn you,” I growled.
He laughed like a damn vampire and bit me again.
“You crazy son of a bitch,” I moaned.
But the pain only went to my cock.
And he knew that.
He knew I was right on the edge, too.
“I’m so close,” I said. “I want to come.”
“Not yet.”
“Fuck,” I snarled, shaking my head. “Please. Please let me come. Please. I’m dying here. I’m dying to come inside her.”
“I said not yet, you little bitch,” Ash snapped.
His fingers slid into my hair, gripping hard and tugging my head back. I looked up at the ceiling, the world dancing around us as my cock continued to pump in and out of Rosie.
“Ash,” I whimpered.
He blew out a long breath, a dark chuckle following. “Damn it. You sound good when you whimper, Hawk.”
Another sound came out of me. A whimper and a moan blended together.
“I’m so close,” I gasped.
“Fuck,” he mumbled, releasing my head. “For fuck’s sake. Come . Now.”
His permission sent a rush of endorphins through me. I groaned as my orgasm took over, and I felt him coming with me. Our come filled Rosie, my body feeling the climax from my head to my toes. The full-body thrill of coming so hard that I stopped breathing for a few moments.
We all melted against each other. My eyes squeezed shut as I savored the last few bolts of pleasure, and then Ash slowly pulled back. He rolled to the side, panting. I did the same, ending up on the other side of Rosie.
She pulled her lips off the tentacle dildo and her eyes closed, her entire body sinking into the blankets.
“If that didn’t unlock the puzzle, I don’t know what else will,” she said.
Ash let out a low chuckle and raised his head, looking around the room. My gaze followed his to the TV where the timer clicked away, signaling we had only thirty minutes left.
“Fuck,” I whispered. I looked around the room again, a little more frantic this time, and scowled. “There,” I said, pointing toward the shape of a hidden door on the wall. It looked like it had opened while we were busy.
“I can’t move yet,” Rosie groaned.
“We have to,” Ash said. “The clock is ticking.”
“Come on, sweetheart,” I said, sliding my arms around her. “Don’t you want to know what happens next?”
She cracked an eye open. With a dazed sigh, she roused herself, slowly sitting up. I tugged her close and rolled us off the bed, lifting her into my arms as I stood.
“Good.” Ash stood up and stretched his arms, glancing around the room.
The aftermath of our session was strewn everywhere. Sex toys, ropes, condoms, mussed blankets. We’d used every piece of equipment in this room to our best abilities, and now…
“Now we see what’s behind the door,” Ash said.
Rosie’s arms wrapped around my neck as I followed Ash. We crossed the room to the door, and he tugged it open, revealing another dark hall. Unlike the blue lighting that lit this space, the hall appeared to be a cross between pink and red.
“Well,” I said. “I guess we’re going in there.”
“It’s the only way out,” Ash said. “Let’s see where it leads.”