Chapter 3 #3
She rocked her hips against his seeking fingers, feeling hot and needy. The cool air against Sophie's wet face was only a reminder of the use she'd endured.
“That's our girl,” Aiden hummed against her neck. “Be Daddy’s good girl.”
“We're taking this to the bedroom.” Zack tucked his wet cock into his pants and turned toward the room, leaving no room to comment further.
Sophie was quickly pulled to her feet by Aiden; he rid her of the remnants of her dress and guided her to the bedroom.
She gasped when she entered the room, taking in its striking decor. There was no question about Zack's tastes.
The walls reminded her of coffee with too much creamer. It was warm and held a bit of softness compared to the focal point of the room.
The large oak canopy bed is in the center of the room, allowing access to all sides, including behind the headboard.
Sophie noticed the hardware along the points of the bed, including a locking stockade for a willing submissive.
Along the far wall, a matching tall dresser stood next to a pet cage, complete with royal purple bedding that matched the master bed.
Sophie stopped and gasped at the thought of being locked in a cage.
Aiden's arm wrapped around her middle, and he kissed her shoulder. “Don’t worry, little one, it's for Damon, his mastiff. Zack didn't want to upset the aesthetic.”
She chuckled, and it eased her nerves. Sophie stepped to the edge of the bed, placing her hands clasped in front of her, ignoring the mirror at the edge of her vision. Not wanting to see the mess she'd become.
“Have you discussed limits, brother?”
“Of course.”
“Anything I should be aware of?”
“She’s perfect.”
“Can you handle it? Link her to the footboard. No touching, I want her to ache for it.”
Sophie licked her lips and allowed Aiden to guide her to the bed, sitting her on the edge. He slipped off her shoes. He walked to Zack by the window and took the offered cuffs.
“Ass on the floor, Sophie. And hold out your wrists.”
She placed her hands on the edge of the mattress and slid down. Her bare behind was grateful for the rug beneath her.
Aiden placed the restraints loosely, slipping his finger beneath the leather to assure circulation.
Zack approached as Aiden fastened the cuffs together at the base of her spine, attaching them to the bedframe. Zack firmly kicked Sophie's legs apart, forcing her to be splayed wide and exposed.
He crouched down and studied her face. His thumb smudged the last bits of her lipstick. Wordlessly, he held up a pair of nipple clamps. He teased her nipples and palmed her breast.
“You'll pink up so nicely.”
She gasped and closed her eyes when the first clamp was placed. The pinched bud pulsed in time with her clit.
Sophie moaned, pulling against her tied wrists. “It's tight, Sir.”
“Good.” Zack placed the second clamp with the same firm pressure. He tugged the connecting chain until it forced her body forward, rolling her shoulders back.
Sophie whined, reaching to kiss his skin. Desperate, seeking any point of contact she could make.
Zack ghosted his lips just out of reach, only allowing her to breathe his air. “So needy.” He pulled the chain upwards until it pulled her breasts up with all the pressure in her nipples.
“Sir!”
“Your tears will be beautiful,” Zack whispered, seemingly to himself. He jerked the clamps upward again, this time capturing her wail on his lips. Sophie pulled toward him.
Zaps of pain and pleasure course through her, gasping and unable to separate pain from pleasure. Her nipples ached, and her pussy wept with need.
“You can't hide from me.” With a wicked grin, he released her chin and stood to reveal the mirror across from the bed. “I want you to watch. There is something to be said about watching yourself beg for the pain.”
He walked toward Aiden as they both shed their shirts. Zack jerked his head to the side, and Aiden moved to the bed where Zack had previously set out the implements.
Zack returned with the crop first, using the tip of the looped leather to pepper her calves and thighs with light but solid swats.
Sophie tipped her head back, pressing against the edge of the mattress. An overwhelming need pulsed through her like she hadn’t experienced before. She regulated her breathing, but her heart rabbited in her chest.
“One, two, three,” Aiden’s whispered words and his palm against her chest anchored her. Sophie tilted her head toward his voice and blindly kissed him.
“She doesn’t need coddling.”
Two sharp stings in quick succession lit her breasts alight with pain. Sophie opened her eyes as her ass arched from the carpet. They moved to stand in front of her.
“Do you understand what is happening?”
“Sir.”
“This is about balance and control,” Zack spoke gruffly, never losing the swinging rhythm of his flogger. “Who has it.” His swing was sharp. “And who doesn’t.”
“Sir!” Sophie cried, pulling her thighs closed on reflex.
“You won’t do that again,” Zack warned.
Sophie’s breathing steadied, letting her eyes find points of focus in the room.
Zack knelt at her ankles and placed a metal bar across her thighs. He fastened leather cuffs to her ankles, left then right, and proceeded to clip them to the metal bar.
He wrapped his fist around the center and jerked the bar. It ratcheted two inches longer and spread her legs in front of her. There was no hiding from him.
“How do you feel?”
“Okay,” she admitted, shifting her position and testing its limits.
Zack raised the flogger, the leather tails whispering through the air. The next strike landed across the tops of her thighs, a bloom of heat that made her gasp. Then another and another, building a rhythm that was both punishing and meditative.
She was drifting, floating on a sea of sensation when Zack spoke. “Get the gag,”
“It’s a limit,” Aiden countered, his voice low but firm.
Zack hummed with wicked amusement. “I guess you’ll do.”
Sophie’s gaze followed Aiden as he moved toward the window, stripping his pants and shoes.
He returned, stroking his cock as he closed the distance between them. Aiden stood next to her, leaning down and rubbing his thumb across her lip. “Such a good girl.”
“Good girls stay quiet and don’t need another dominant's cock to keep them that way.”
Sophie lustfully leaned toward Aiden, opening her mouth and accepting his cock hungrily.
“Fuck.”
“More.” Aiden’s fingers sank into her hair, holding her in place. Her hums and cries muffled the deeper he pushed.
A sharp crack caused Sophie to pull back with a cry, her breathing hard and moving the nipple clamps.
“The more my leather kisses your skin, the wetter you become.” Zack’s tone bordered on demeaning. He stood over her and placed the edge of his crop under her chin, turning her face to the mirror. “Look at yourself.”
Sophie took in her reflection and suppressed a shudder. She was naked, spread wide and panting. Her breasts, thighs, and belly were covered in blooming red stripes. Aiden reached down and rubbed the pad of his finger over her pinched nipple, slow and lazy.
Zack met her gaze through the mirror and she held it as he trailed the leather down her chest, pulling the clamps hard enough to grant him another whine of pain.
“My leather will touch every inch of you.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Her need grew.
Aiden shifted and stood over her, she looked up as he placed his cock against her lips. He pushed forward, his legs pressing against her clamped breasts, his cock slipped along her tongue to the back of her throat.
Sophie’s eyes closed as she gagged, unable to pull away with her head against the mattress. The cool pressure of leather against her spread pussy and she ached to arch to the touch.
“I know she can take more.”
Aiden’s thrusts became deeper, stalling out longer before allowing her a breath of air. “Don’t forget your manners.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Sophie licked her wet bottom lip. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Deeper.” The command came with a hard smack against her sensitive upper thigh. Her knees jerked together and were thwarted by the bar separating her ankles. “I haven’t heard her choke yet.”
The tempo of Zack’s strikes in time with Aiden’s assault had quickly pulled her into a state of euphoria.
“Thank you, Sir!” Sophie croaked wetly when Aiden let his cock slip past her lips.
The breath was short-lived, and Aiden forced his way past her lips, angling the head of his shaft against the back of her tongue. “Fuck, I love the way you swallow my cock.”
Sophie rocked her hips, unable to get away from the methodic beats of Zack’s leather and Aiden’s increasing thrusts.
“Please, Sir!” She cried between breaths. “Please may I come?!”
“Beg.” His command was euphoric.
Another longer thrust from Aiden silenced her pleas. She saw stars and the edges of her vision began to blur.
Sophie coughed and spat drool down her chest the next reprieve. “Sir, please.”
Aiden grunted and leaned forward, his hands pressed against the mattress. He leveraged his weight and found a deeper tempo using his hips to guide his cock into her throat.
Neither had touched her pussy, it ached empty and needy. Her clit throbbed frantically for the touch that would set her free.
Sophie’s vision was blurred entirely with tears; she coughed hard against the intrusion. She struggled beneath them, her chest bowed toward the repeating strikes.
“Hold it.”
Aiden’s hips stilled.
“I'm going to count down. Don’t you dare move,” Zack’s voice was low.
Sophie fought against every instinct, her muscles screaming for release. She had to be still. She needed to come. Her orgasm was so close she could feel the tingles begin in her toes.
Her body jerked. Her hips rolled in a desperate attempt for friction. She held her breath as Aiden’s cock filled her throat once more, and a slick heat washed over her. He stilled again, the punishment for her movements.
A loud crack echoed through the room as Zack’s leather struck her pussy, and she jolted at the shock. Her body was alight with raw need.
“Three.”