10. Rosie
rosie
Goosebumps rippled across my skin as the air in the room cooled. The screens around us turned on, showing more video of the things we’d done together. Hawk fucking my mouth, spanking me, using me. Video of Ash using the two of us, commanding us how he saw fit.
“I can’t believe it was you,” I said, shaking my head.
I felt like I’d discovered the identity of the Wizard of Oz. Hiding behind the ominous voice and maze of rooms was the mirage of the game master—the very man who had been with us from the start.
“Rosie, untie your pathetic excuse for a husband.”
I swallowed hard and turned my attention to Greg. Hawk waited on his knees impatiently, wearing a scowl that was slowly turning into something else.
Maybe it was lust. Maybe it was shock.
I felt it too. Despite everything that had happened and all we’d done, I still wanted more.
I wanted to know what I was going to be forced to do.
I slipped behind Greg and quickly untied the rope. The hemp felt good in my fingers, rough as it vibrated across itself. I pulled it free and the ropes went slack, falling to the floor.
Greg leaned forward, rolling his shoulders. “Damn,” he said. “That feels better.”
Rope marks circled his entire body like tire tracks. I wrapped my arms around him for a moment and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. He relaxed and leaned back against me.
“I love you,” he mumbled.
“I love you too,” I whispered. I straightened and tipped my chin up, looking up as if I were talking to a god. “What next, game master? ”
That damned ominous click I’d come to know so well sounded behind me. I turned around as a box on the floor opened. I pressed my lips together and approached it, prying the lid back.
My eyes widened. “Really?”
I didn’t get a reply, but that was answer enough.
Inside the box, there was only one item.
A single heavy, wooden paddle with the word submit burned into the flat side, and part of a tire with rough grooves and dips on the other side.
I pulled it out and turned the paddle over, shaking my head as I inspected it. It felt wrong to even be holding it. I was never the one who wielded a paddle unless it was for Greg, but even then it was rare.
I was a sub, not a Dom.
But…
If I were spanking someone at the command of my Dom, that was a different story. We contained multitudes, and my multitudes involved pleasing my Dom however he wanted, even if that meant putting someone else on their knees.
It wasn’t for me, it was for him.
And I liked being a useful tool.
“Do you want me to use this?” I asked.
“Yes. Greg, get on your knees next to Hawk.”
The tension in the room thickened. Greg slid from his chair to his knees next to Hawk.
I carried the paddle to them, studying them next to each other.
Greg and Hawk were both insanely handsome, but different kinds of handsome.
Where Greg was smooth, Hawk was rough. Both had dark hair, but Greg’s was streaked with gray at the sideburns.
It gave him such a silver fox look, despite the fact that he was one of the most submissive men I’d ever known.
He loved getting on his knees, whereas Hawk hated it.
Hawk was used to being the one holding the paddle.
“How does it feel?” I asked with a smirk.
“It feels like I'm going to be reminding you who's on top later.”
I grinned, unable to hold back my amusement. We all knew that at the end of the day, Hawk would always Dom me.
Which was why this brought me so much joy.
Because also at the end of the day, we had one Dom we all listened to.
“You can remind me,” I said. “Once we escape this damn place. Ash has us all trapped right now, so I’m unfortunately at his mercy and have to do whatever he asks me to do to you.”
“ So unfortunate,” Ash’s booming voice snickered.
Hawk glowered. “When I get my hands on you…”
“You can jack me off,” Ash finished. “Keep going. All of you.”
I waved the paddle at Greg, earning a look of pure adoration.
“You look really damn good,” Greg said. “Especially holding that paddle.”
I shook my head. “You're unbelievable, you know that? I still can't believe you have just been here the whole time getting off while I've been…”
“Getting off?” he countered. My husband smirked, raising a brow. “I saw everything you did with those two strangers . Every single thing. All to save me, right?”
“Yes. All to save my loving husband.”
“Such a good effort, too,” he chimed.
I didn’t like his sarcasm. “Okay, I’m ready to use this paddle now.”
Hawk laughed, Greg blanched.
Ash's voice reverberated around us. “Hawk and Greg, I want you to bend over on all fours.”
“I’m not doing this,” Hawk growled.
“You will do this,” Ash told him. “Bend over. All fours. Now.”
Reluctantly, Hawk bent over. Greg did so immediately without question. I knew his expression all too well. That look of submission and obedience. The headspace that made a sub feel like they were on cloud nine.
I’d been there, but the shock of everything had pulled me out. But now…
Maybe I’d get there again.
“You know how to spank, and you're going to do that now, Rosie. You have fifteen minutes to spank both of them until they can't take it anymore. Hawk is gonna bitch and moan, but you won't stop. That is your task, and the only thing that will please me. It’s the only way you’ll escape.”
The only thing that would please him. Excitement rolled through me as I pushed the chair and ropes out of the way. Now, we had all the space we needed in the center of the room. I noticed that the floor was slightly padded, which was good for anyone who might end up on their knees.
“Is that really the only thing that will please you?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said. “Spank them until I tell you to stop.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said immediately.
I hoped he would eventually join us in the room. Selfishly, I wanted more. Even though my pussy, ass, and the rest of my body would be sore tomorrow—I still wanted more.
And he was right. I did know how to spank someone. I was taught by him. But I didn't get the chance to do it very often, and the paddle felt rusty in my hand as I circled behind Greg and Hawk.
Both of their asses faced me, their cocks hard and throbbing between their legs.
For all his protesting, Hawk was enjoying this. That much was painfully clear.
“Do I get to tell them what to do?” I asked.
“No,” Hawk snapped.
“Yes,” Ash responded.
Hawk shook his head vehemently. At any moment, I knew that he could use his safe word if this was really too much. I waited for a moment to see if he would, but he didn’t.
Instead, he forced his body to relax. I licked my lips as I watched him visibly melt.
He looked back at me, and raised a brow as if to issue a challenge.
“This is the one time you're ever going to get to do this to me,” he said. “Make it fucking count, Rosie.”
My grin was evil. Oh, there would be a price to play later—but I would happily pay it. It wasn't very often a sub got to do this to their own Dom.
“This is what you get for being a switch,” I purred.
He let out a grumble, and I didn't catch what he said.
“What was that?” I asked.
“Tell us what to do then, Rosie.”
My mind blanked.
Damn it.
He knew me too well.
“Um...” I trailed off.
I didn’t know what I wanted them to do. I liked being told what to do.
“Ash?” I asked, but he didn’t offer any help. I knew that somewhere in this place, he was probably laughing at my response.
I wrinkled my nose, trying to decide what I wanted.
An idea sprung to mind.
“I want the two of you to face each other,” I decided. “And I want you to kiss as I spank both of you. I'll alternate. If that's okay.”
I waited to have Ash's confirmation, but he didn't say anything. Part of me wished he would have, but he'd never been one to overly praise.
Greg moved so Hawk didn’t have to. He crawled in front of him and leaned forward, planting a gentle kiss on his lips. Hawk sighed, and then melted into the kiss, leaning into it.
After all we’d done, I hadn’t thought my pussy would have any life left in her, but I was wrong.
Watching my husband kiss the man who’d just fucked me senseless turned me on.
I decided to start with Greg. Maybe it was because this whole escape room business had been his idea, or maybe it was because he’d yet to show me he was grateful for rescuing him—but I was ready to spank his ass.
I smoothed my palm over his ass cheeks, giving each one a pinch and earning a soft yelp. I started to slap one and then the other, warming his skin up the way I’d been shown to do. I wanted to make sure his body was ready for the impact so I didn’t cause any damage.
Although I definitely wanted to leave a mark.
If I was going to have a problem sitting on the plane ride home, then so was he.
It was only fair.
“Darling,” Greg huffed.
“Yes, my love?”
I paused in my rubbing and looked up, meeting his gaze.
“Don’t hold back.”
I smirked. “I wasn’t going to, my love.”
The first strike of the paddle shocked us all. It surprised me because the sound the wood made against his asscheek was loud. It surprised Greg, because he hadn’t expected it to be so hard. And it surprised Hawk, because he knew he was next.
And that power went straight to my pussy.
I spanked his other cheek with the paddle, the power of it flowing through me. Greg grinned as I spanked him again, wielding the tool however I pleased. I alternated between each cheek, giving each one a good spank. His skin bloomed red, his muscles tense as he moaned again.
Hawk caught Greg’s mouth, kissing him as a distraction while I spanked him. Greg whimpered, and I couldn't stop myself from reaching between his legs and grabbing a hold of his cock while I held the paddle with my other hand.
I started to stroke him methodically. Slowly. Milking him as I hit his ass with a paddle again.
He broke his kiss with Hawk, his voice ringing out. “Fuck,” he cried. “Fuck, that feels so good.”
“You're such a little pain slut,” I chided.
“I am,” he gasped.
“He's pathetic,” Hawk said.