Chapter 4 #4
“That’s it,” he growled, his voice muffled against her skin. “Take it. Take what you need.”
She was so close. So unbearably close. Every nerve was alight, singing a symphony of exquisite torment. She could feel the damp spot on his jeans, feel the way his abdominal muscles clenched beneath her, feel the approving gaze of Zack from the corner of the room—it all fed the fire.
Aiden released her breast with a wet, popping sound and looked up at her, his eyes blazing with feral intensity. “Now, Sophie. Come for me. Come for Daddy.”
It was both a command and a permission. His hand slid from her thigh around to her ass, gripping her firmly, helping her find a deeper, faster rhythm. His other hand found her other clamped nipple and pinched it hard through the metal.
A hard slap from Zack bucked Sophie’s hips hard against Aiden. Need and want became a singular point of focus.
Her body shook, her fingers gripped onto Aiden’s shoulders as she came. Her back arched, tightening around her Daddy’s cock and Sir’s plug.
“Now you ride,” Aiden ground out, his own control fraying. “Ride me, Sophie.”
Zack’s hand came down again, on the other side this time. Crack. The sharp pain bloomed, a perfect counterpoint to the deep, driving pleasure of Aiden inside her. Her body, caught between the two opposing forces, began to move on its own accord, a frantic, rolling rhythm driven by primal need.
“Come again, Sophie. Make Daddy come with you.”
She rose on her knees, almost drawing all of Aiden out, the cool air a shock on her wet, heated flesh. Then she sank back down, taking him deep, the plug shifting inside her with the motion.
Up. The withdrawal was agony.
Down. The filling was ecstasy.
Each downward plunge was punctuated by the sharp, sweet sting of Zack’s palm meeting Sophie’s tender ass.
“That’s my girl. Fuck, don’t stop.”
The rhythm was brutal, overwhelming, perfect.
Aiden’s hands were everywhere, gripping her waist, palming her breasts, his thumb rolling over a clamped nipple, sending fresh jolts of pain-pleasure through her system.
His hips pistoned upward to meet her every descent, driving himself deeper, ensuring the plug hit its mark every single time.
Zack was a master, his spanks never landing in the same spot twice, creating a symphony of sharp, bright pains that played across her skin, each one fueling the inferno in her belly.
The sound of skin on skin filled the room, a lewd percussion to the symphony of their ragged breathing and her own broken whimpers.
She was losing herself, her world narrowing to the three points of contact: the searing stretch of Aiden’s cock, the deep, claiming pressure of the plug, and the fiery map Zack was painting on her skin. The welts from earlier were alive, singing with every impact, every movement.
“That’s it, our greedy girl,” Aiden rasped, his voice strained. “Take it all. You can take more.”
As if on cue, Zack’s next swat landed with more force, right on the sensitive skin of her sit-spot. The cry that left her lips was half-sob, half-scream. Her inner muscles clamped down on Aiden, a vice-like grip of pure sensation.
“Look at her,” Zack’s voice was thick with arousal, a voyeur’s praise. “Look how she takes it. How she needs it.”
Aiden’s eyes were dark with lust, fixed on the spot where their bodies joined, the way her body accepted all of him, on the reddening skin of her ass presented for Zack’s approval. He was her anchor in the storm, his dominance the permission she needed to shatter.
The coil in her abdomen wound tighter, tighter, pulled taut by the dual sensations of piercing pleasure and burning pain. She was nothing but a raw nerve, a being of pure sensation, strung between two men who knew precisely how to break her and put her back together.
She was so close. So dangerously close. The screams were building in her throat again, a pressure that needed to break free.
Aiden saw it. He saw the moment she teetered on the edge. His hands seized her face, forcing her to look at him. “Now. Look at me and come.”
Zack’s palm landed one final, perfect time, a sharp, stinging blow that echoed through her entire body. The climax didn’t build; it detonated through her, her body falling against Aiden limply.
*
Sophie was sprawled over Aiden’s chest in the oversize tub.
He gently washed her body, whispering soft words of praise.
“You were such a good girl.” His mouth was hot against her neck.
His hands moved over her, unable to resist seeking more points of contact.
“You’re so beautiful when you cry. You made Daddy so proud tonight. ”
“Thank you,” Sophie hummed softly, nodding and turning her face toward the crook of his shoulder. “Sore everywhere.” She didn’t sound uncomfortable or show signs of pain. He knew precisely the aftercare and attention she needed, and nothing would make him happier than taking care of her needs.
He grasped her wrist and brought it to his lips. Kissing the pulse point beneath where his and Zack’s cuffs were now locked in place. He’d placed the locks while in the office with Zack and Sophie earlier.
Aiden remembered every curve and cry in Zack’s office. Thankful for the timing to witness her freedom and release as Sophie bent beneath Zack’s steel will.
Aiden gently pulled them from the tub, wrapped Sophie in an oversized bathrobe, and tended to her marks. He settled in the oversize bed and held her close.
Sophie absentmindedly played with his fingers when she spoke softly. “So, um?”
Aiden turned his eyes down to her and kissed the top of Sophie’s head, inhaling the vanilla of her shampoo. “Use your words, baby.”
“Okay,” Sophie untangled from his arms and spun to sit cross-legged in the bed. She held the fluff of the robe together and up to her chest as if it were a shield to make her brave.
Concern prickled the back of his neck at her hesitation and sudden turn toward seriousness.
“H-how does this work?”
“I’m going to need more words, Sophie.”
“This thing we have.” She looked over his shoulder at the obvious empty spot in the bed.
“Between the three of us. I never had a dynamic like this before.” He couldn’t agree more. The easygoing play he shared with Zack over the years changed the moment Sophie entered the equation. It was becoming undeniable.
“This?”
“Well, this is a spin on casual dating.” Sophie ran her fingers through her hair, pulling it away from her face. Her wrist cuff jingled, and Aiden could notice marks blooming on her collarbone from previous play.
He reached out and clasped her arm, pulling her pulse to his lips. She was warm and welcoming to the touch. Aiden kissed a few of the subtle blooming bruises. “I don’t know how casual this will be, little star.”
Sophie’s hand touched his jaw. He closed his eyes as her nails scratched his stubble.
“I mean, I do call you Daddy after all.” Aiden nipped her shoulder, and she squeaked. “I’ve admittedly never done that before either.”
“I’ve been called that a few times, honestly.” But it didn’t feel right until her. The exception to everything.
“So this is something you and Zack have done before? Share someone?”
“We’ve shared women. We’ve had separate scenes in the same room as well. Sometimes watching is half the fun.”
“Fun.” Sophie rolled her eyes. “Okay, so you’re the sweet one who romances me while Zack fucks me lik–”
“You’ll watch the words you speak about someone I care about.” He sharpened his gaze, making sure she understood how she was to speak about herself.
“There’s no way to sugar-coat it, Aiden. The things I’ve allowed Zack to do aren’t the things you run home to tell your parents about.”
“While that’s true. Did you consent to everything that has happened?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Then there’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
Aiden touched her chin gently. He could see the doubt and worry in her eyes. “I think having you write those lines would convince you further.”
“Teasing, promise!” Sophie shook her head quickly with a half laugh.
“How about business talk to occupy you instead?” He kissed her softly. “I was impressed with the project proposal. It’s hard to find someone else who appreciates detail the way I do.”