Chapter 3 #2
“Yes, little star. Daddy would love to see you wearing our cuffs.” Aiden brought her wrist to his lips. “I get hard thinking about it.”
“Oh, I see.”
“Wearing them would have meaning. They aren’t just a scene prop. It would be a marker. A statement. You’d be ours, even if he’s too proud to admit it. He needed you to understand their meaning without having to say the words.”
Aiden reached out, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw. “To me? They’re a promise. That when you’re with him–us, and he’s pushing you to your very limit, I’m right there. That you’ll never break. That I’ll catch you.”
He leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her forehead. “They’d mean you’re ours. Now, let’s go inside. I have a feeling our storm is waiting.”
Sophie
Sophie and Aiden enter the condo, clumsily tugging at each other's jackets. Sophie’s heels hit the floor when they’re startled by a figure sitting in the darkened room.
Aiden pulled away from her lips, turning Sophie to face Zack with his arm around her waist. “Hey man, you missed a good night.”
“It seems like it.” Sophie noticed Zack set his glass down. He rose to his feet and closed the distance between them.
Sophie could feel Zack's presence and shuffled backwards to keep space between them.
“Such a naughty little club bunny you are, Sophie.” He grabbed her wrist, holding it up between them. He pressed her flush against the closed door.
“Sir?!”
“You want to wear our cuffs, do you not?”
“I think so, Sir,” she whispered with hesitation, her belly fluttering with trepidation and excitement.
“What do these cuffs mean?”
“That I would be yours whenever.” Sophie swallowed the lump in her throat. “However.”
“It means you’re ready to play at all times.” Aiden reminded her, his lips hot against her ear.
“Yes, Sir.”
Zack’s pleased smile warmed her, and his lips pressed against her collarbone. Sophie moaned and watched as Aiden casually unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it from the waistband and letting it fall open over his shoulders.
“Our free use fuck bunny,” Zack mused as his lips skimmed across her skin.
“Yes, Sirs.”
“Show me how bad you want it.”
Sophie pauses, and Aiden edges forward. “Knees, little star.”
She gracefully fell to her knees, tilting her head to meet Zack's stern gaze. “Do you need instruction, or are you waiting for it?”
Her cheeks pinked, unsure of the correct answer.
“Take out my cock and show me.” She pressed her knees together; his gruff tone caused her clit to throb. Zack’s eyes held a dark promise that she craved to see what he hid behind.
Sophie felt the heat of Aiden’s body against her back. He placed his hands low on her hips, inching her skirt up between his fingers.
Adjusting on her heels, Sophie shifted her weight against Aiden’s chest. She tipped her head over his shoulder, pressing her lips against his ear, all the while holding Zack’s stare. “Can I lick it, Daddy?”
“I love to watch you. Be a good girl.”
Sophie unbuckled his belt, the buckle fell against the tile, and she quickly slipped Zack's shaft. Wrapping her fingers around his length, she leaned in and kissed his cock slowly.
Tonguing his slit, she coated her mouth in his precum.
Before she could swallow, Aiden pulled her head back and kissed it from her mouth. She moaned against his lips.
A groan echoed through the space, and Sophie opened her eyes to see Aiden pressing his lips to Zack’s wet cock. The sight made a gush of desire sweep through her.
“I thought that was my job.”
“I can't wait to fuck the sass out of you.”
Aiden pulled his mouth away, then wrapped his hand around Zack’s cock, lazily stroking it.
“Here you go, little star. He’s waiting on you,” Aiden insisted.
“Take it, Sophie,” Zack commanded.
Sophie leaned forward with butterflies in her belly and took his full length in her mouth. She was so full of him. Zack groaned as he swept his hand in her hair, pulling her flush against his skin.
Zack let go, and Sophie used it as a desperate attempt for air. She sucked in until her lungs burned, then she ran her tongue over the swollen head, kissing his shaft wetly.
“Mmm, your mouth should be a sin. Fuck.”
Sophie got into a rhythm as Aiden’s fingers traveled up her body and began pinching her nipples. He moved along with her, kissing down her neck.
“Such a dirty girl you are. Look at you taking his cock so well.” She whimpered from his words as they ricocheted through her body.
Aiden’s hard cock pressed against her back, and she pushed herself into him, seeking friction. He bit down on her shoulder, making her yelp around Zack’s cock.
The room hummed with palpable tension, a current of anticipation running through them all.
Aiden's hands continued their exploration, one slipping from her breast to trace the inside of her thighs before delving into the apex of her thighs, finding the damp lace of her panties.
A sharp intake of breath from Sophie was the only response as a single finger traced her slit through the fabric, the pressure maddeningly light.
“Patience,” Aiden murmured against her neck, his voice a low vibration that she felt more than heard. “Good things come to those who wait.”
Zack’s fingers tightened in her hair, not to guide her but to simply hold her there, a silent assertion of control.
His gaze, heavy-lidded and dark, was fixed on her face, on the way her lips stretched around him.
“Or perhaps,” he countered, his voice sounding like rough gravel, “they come to those who take them.”
The implication hung in the air, a challenge and a promise. Sophie, caught between their opposing philosophies, felt a tremor run through her. She increased her pace, her tongue swirling and flattening against the sensitive underside of Zack’s shaft, her movements becoming more purposeful.
This newfound determination sent a fresh wave of slick heat through her, and she pressed back against Aiden's erection, a silent plea for more than the teasing pressure of his finger. He obliged, pulling the soaked fabric aside and sliding two fingers deep inside her with a slick, easy glide. Her rhythm faltered, a choked moan vibrated around Zack’s length.
Aiden set a matching pace with his fingers, curling them just so, stroking that spot that made her thighs quake.
Each pump of his hand was mirrored by the bob of her head, a perfect, filthy synchronicity.
The only sounds were Zack’s harsh pants, the wet, rhythmic sounds of Sophie’s mouth, and Aiden’s whispered praise in her ear.
“Look at you,” he breathed, twisting his fingers. “So fucking greedy. Taking from both of us. You love it, don’t you, little star?”
She could only manage a hummed, desperate affirmative, the vibration making Zack curse under his breath.
Aiden’s thumb found her clit, circling it with maddening, steady pressure that built a tight coil deep in her belly.
The dual sensations were overwhelming, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
“That’s it,” Zack urged, his hips beginning to thrust, meeting her movements with shallow, controlled jabs that sent him deeper. “Take it all.”
He pushed in deeper, past her comfort. Her throat constricted, a reflexive choke and sputter around the sudden, overwhelming intrusion. Her eyes watered, and her rhythm broke completely as she gagged a wet, messy sound.
A deep, rumbling chuckle vibrated against her back.
“Look at the mess you’re making, Sophie,” Aiden murmured, his lips brushing her ear.
His hips pinned her in place as she instinctively tried to pull back.
“Ah, ah, don’t waste it.” His other hand came up to cup her jaw, holding her steady.
“Spit it back,” he commanded, the words a dark whisper. “Spit right back down his cock.”
The sheer, audacious command sent a jolt straight through her. A new wave of slickness coated Aiden’s fingers. With a shuddering breath, Sophie did as she was told. She let the saliva pool in her mouth and pushed it out, letting it dribble from her lips, coating Zack’s length.
“Fuck,” Zack roared, the word torn from his chest. His head fell back, exposing the strong line of his throat. His control snapped.
“Such a dirty girl.” His hips pistoned forward, no longer holding back, using the slickness she provided to fuck her mouth in earnest. Each thrust was deep and deliberate, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat with enough force to make her gag again, but this time it was different.
Aiden’s thumb pressed hard on her clit, rubbing tight, slick circles. “That’s our girl,” he praised, his voice full of dark amusement. “Such a good, dirty girl for us.”
The dual assault was too much. The sharp stretch of her throat, the punishing rhythm of Aiden’s fingers, the constant pressure on her clit-it all coalesced into a blinding, white-hot pleasure that crashed over her.
She cried around Zack’s cock, her body convulsing as her orgasm tore through her, her thighs clamping around Aiden’s hand.
Her spasming throat was the final straw. Zack’s hips sputtered, a raw shout tearing from his lips.
“I’m–fuck–drink it.” Sophie struggles against his hold. Her throat contracted, swallowing every salty burst. Her nose burned, and she pressed his thighs for relief.
“I’m not done,” he growled, rocking back enough to give her a sip of air. It was short-lived when he fisted her hair and kept her tight. His cock slid over her spit-covered tongue, pulsing against her throat.
“So good, little star. Lick him clean. That's it. I know your tongue feels so good. Spread those thighs, Sophie,” he crooned, his shaft softening against her eager, cleaning tongue. “Mmmm, good girl, Daddy wants to touch that beautiful pussy again.”
Sophie rested against Aiden's chest while his fingers ran up her thighs, slipping over her clit. “Please.” Aiden held her thigh, keeping her legs open for his touch.