Chapter 4 #2
“I see. First, explain to me what wearing our cuffs means for you.” His eyes locked on hers and he smiled wickedly.
Forcing her to speak only deepened the humiliation.
Zack’s fingers slipped beneath the neckline of her dress, exposing her breasts. He traced his finger around her nipple, humming as it tightened under his touch.
He pinched her sharply, quickening her reply. Sophie rocked on her toes and met his eyes. “It means that I’m yours, Sir: yours and Daddy Aiden’s. That I’m ready to surrender to any scene or command from either of you without pause or reservation.”
“If I wanted to clamp your clit and parade you naked around the club?”
“I’m yours to lead, Sir.”
“What else?”
“That my boundaries and limits will be pushed but not broken. I am to use my safewords if needed because ‘stop’ and ‘no’ don’t end the scene. Sir.”
Zack leaned in and flicked his tongue over her nipple. She whined at such a brief touch. “What about when you’re crying, please with your mouth held open, and Aiden and I take turns filling your tight pussy, and you’re begging to come?”
“Thank you, Sir,” she whispered, assaulted with images of his promised depravity.
“Good girl.” He reached into his desk beside her and pulled a simple set of black leather cuffs with small gold D-rings on either side.
Sophie placed her wrist pulse side up to Zack’s offered cuff. First the left, then the right. He buckled them into place, two fingers slipping effortlessly between the soft leather and her wrist.
“Aiden has the locks for them.” Sophie’s belly fluttered, and she leaned over Zack in his chair. She placed her hands on his shoulders.
“I’ve never been locked fully before, Sir.”
“There’s a first time for everything.” Zack reached up and cupped her jaw; his thumb smudged the lipstick on her bottom lip. “Turn around, hands on the desk, Sophie.”
His tone awakened something inside her. She spun around instinctively, keeping her hands and feet shoulder-width apart, lowering her head, and resisting the urge to look behind her.
Sophie could hear Zack moving behind her, the buckle of his belt, and the swish of leather as he pulled it out of the loops.
Zack stood in front of her and lifted her chin, forcing her back to arch and for her to meet his gaze. “You took well to my flogger. Have you been strapped with a belt, pixie?”
Sophie swallowed and shifted her weight onto her toes. She didn’t want him to know how green she felt after the other night, how he’d wrapped up pain, desperation, and pleasure into one all-encompassing package that kept her needy. “I’ve been spanked before.”
His dark chuckle sent shivers down her spine.
“This will be…more.” Zack stepped to the side, his grip still on her jaw. “You won’t look away.”
She stared at their reflection, taking in how he towered over her. “Yes, Sir.”
“I expect acknowledgment.” He spoke and moved to stand behind her. He raised his arm and swatted her left cheek, then right—his volley of hits kept in rhythm.
“Thank you, Sir!” she gasped after each strike, her palms shifting on the smooth wood surface. Zack increased the tempo and pressure until her skin pinked. Her nails dug for purchase as the heat bloomed from the backs of her thighs to the upper curve of her ass.
A ball of emotion bubbled, and her chest tightened. “Thank you, Sir! Oh!” Sophie's vision blurred, and she couldn't help but buck back, her thighs slick with her arousal.
“What do you see?”
She moved her head to the side, wiping her tears on her sleeve, mindful of keeping her hands in position. “You, Sir. Standing behind me.” Every inch of her skin ached for his touch.
Zack pressed his palm against the underside of her ass, his fingers slipping beneath her panties to her pussy.
Sophie whimpered softly, arching her reddened ass into his seeking fingers.
“I see a dirty little club bunny desperate to be fucked. Bent over my desk with wet thighs and a red ass.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Her heart was pounding in her chest as need coursed through her. A ball of emotion welled in her belly.
‘There is no shame in enjoying a little pain.’
“Oh!”
“Will you be a good girl and give me what I want?” Zack stood behind her, pressing himself against her reddened skin. He dug his fingertips into the reddened stripes.
Angling her body toward him, she kept her hands in place. They locked eyes through the mirror and her breathing matched his. He pulled her panties down her thighs, tearing the fabric to pool at their feet.
“Do you know what these tears are for, Sophie?” She shook her head slowly. “Because I want them. They’re mine.” His hand tightened around her throat, holding her body bent against him. “They’re your penance for infiltrating my dreams.”
“Sir?”
“Haunted by the echoes of your wet throat cunt when it took our cocks. The way you struggled. Accepted your use.”
Zack reached between them, and Sophie felt his pants hit the floor. “Tell me.”
“I need you, Sir.” Sophie’s head lolled against the desk, her feet firmly planted to keep her steady. Her breathing skittered with her broken sobs; her body begged for more of his touch.
Sophie buried her face in her hands, shifting her feet further apart to accommodate the head of his cock stretching her opening.
“You cry no, but your ass arches back and begs for more.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Zack rolled his hips and teased her with short, deliberate strokes until she was mewling beneath him.
“Fuck, you have the most perfect cunt.” he jerked his hips and began thrusting into her, harder with every stroke.
Sophie’s body stretched and burned, accepting every thrust. Pleasure rolled through her, but her orgasm was still out of reach.
He loved hearing a sub in distress. It was for him. “You’re going to take it all for me. No whining.” Metal clamps punctuated his words as he placed them on each breast. Tiny bolts of fire that ignited straight to her core.
Tears run down her cheeks from the sensation and rough treatment as he trusts her off her toes. She gripped the edge of the desk as her hips continued to roll of their own accord. The walls of her pussy clamped around his shaft, desperate to memorize the brutality of his movements.
Sophie let Zack manipulate her limp body, and he wrapped his arm around her middle. He brushed her hair from her neck and bit firmly.
Shamelessly, she spasmed around his cock, their collected wetness slipping down her thighs.
“I know, pixie, I know.” Zack’s tone was soothing but calculating, reinforcing the awareness that he was taking every bit from her.
Her lips parted to speak when their attention was pulled to the office door as Aiden entered.
“Hey, I was dow–well hello.” Aiden’s surprise melted into heat. “Am I interrupting?”
“Aiden,” she whined as Zack rocked his hips into her, lifting her off her toes and forcing her to take him deeper.
“Oh no. Sit.” Zack pushed Sophie’s chest against the desk, the few contents long scattered.
She panted and stared as Aiden sat across from them, just out of reach.
“You came just in time to lick my cum from this snug little cunt.” Zack punctuated his words with slaps in quick succession.
“Yes! Come, please.”
Zack pressed his thumb against her asshole. Pushing deeper with every slow thrust. “Beg, Sophie. Beg me to come. Let me know what my cock deep inside you does. Beg.”
“Sir,” she groaned. “Daddy,” she said, her palms flat against the desk, the tips of her fingers clung to the edge.
Aiden's eyes locked with hers, and he shook his head slowly. The darkness in his intent gaze warred with concern. He stood from the chair and cupped her face.
“You're being so good, little star.” he leaned in and kissed her hard.
Sophie moaned against his mouth. Zack slipped his hand between Sophie's thighs, his fingers slipping over and around her clit. Too light to fill her singular need to come.
“What did you need, Aiden?”
Aiden broke from Sophie's lips. “A new shipment of toys.”
“I think we're busy with our own, aren't we, brother.”
“It's too much!” Sophie cried, pulling her lips from Aiden's. Every bumping thrust edged her closer. “Sir!”
“What's too much, Sophie?” Zack paused mid-thrust, pressing his fingers into her hips.
Sophie pressed her forehead against Aiden's. “I need to come, please.”
Zack’s fingers sank into her hair, and her body was forced against his chest. “You’ve been such a good little slut.” Zack leaned in and ran his tongue along her cheek, tasting her tears. “Will you bend for me, pixie? Or will you break under me…”
Her mouth fell open with a silent moan, Zack’s finger slipping deeper into her asshole—his other hand was still tight around her throat.
“If I knew you were up here, I would have come sooner.” Aiden stared lustfully, shedding his jacket and tossing it on the chair.
“She came here on her own.”
“Really, now.”
They continued to talk as if she weren’t in the space. It shouldn’t make her feel hot and needy. Sophie rocked her hips against Zack, seeking friction. He countermoved and painfully curved his thumb inside her, pulling her to her toes with a strangled cry.
“You aren’t the one in control.” Zack’s whispered reminder sent shivers down her spine. “How did you end up here, Sophie?” He released her throat and pressed her forward to lean on her hands.
The mahogany desk was cold against Sophie’s flushed cheek, a stark contrast to the heat flooding the rest of her body. Zack’s weight pinned her firmly, his cock buried to the hilt inside her with a deep, possessive thrust that made her gasp.
“Tell him, pixie,” he grunted, his hips beginning a ruthless, steady rhythm that had her scrambling for purchase on the polished wood.
“You’re going to look at your Daddy right in his fucking eyes and tell him you came in here begging for my cock.
” To emphasize his point, he pressed another finger into her rear.
The rough pad of his thumb against her asshole, applying a firm, insistent pressure that made her cry out.
It was a threat and a promise, all in one.