EPILOGUE
Sophie
“Good morning, sleepy head,” Zack whispered in her ear.
Sophie hummed, a contented, boneless sound, and burrowed deeper into the warmth of the bed.
She was cocooned, a Sophie-sandwich, with Aiden solid and steady at her back, and the faint, clean scent of Zack emanating from the pillow in front of her.
The sheets were cool and crisp, the duvet a heavy, comforting weight.
“Morning.”
She let her mind drift back to the night before.
The feeling of the chains holding her, the grounding weight of Zack at her back, the intense, unwavering focus of Aiden’s gaze.
The humiliating, thrilling jingle of the bell.
The sharp sting of the flogger that bloomed into a heat that spread through her entire body.
She remembered the broken plea on her lips, the desperate, overwhelming need for release that they had so expertly stoked and denied.
“I called my safeword,” she murmured, the words small and heavy. “I’m sorry. I ruined the scene.”
Aiden’s hand stilled in her hair. Zack’s entire body went rigid. He leaned in closer, his gaze pinning hers, intense and unwavering. “Don’t you ever apologize for that. Not to me. Not to anyone.”
“Don’t you dare,” Aiden echoed, his voice a firm, gentle vibration against her back.
“Sophie, look at me.” He tilted her chin until she met his eyes.
“Your word is the most powerful one in any room we’re in.
It is the law. It doesn’t matter how deep we are, how much power you think we have.
You say that word, and the world stops. Every single time.
Your well-being is the only thing that matters. The only thing. Do you understand me?”
Tears welled in her eyes again, but these were different. They weren't from panic or pain. They shimmered with profound, overwhelming relief.
How was she so lucky to find not one, but two men who no matter the games they played still held her well-being above all.
“Yes,” she breathed, the word catching in her throat.
“I know you can do better than that.”
“Yes, Daddy, Sir. I understand and acknowledge that using my safeword doesn’t ruin a scene, that it is there to keep me safe.” She looked from Aiden to Zack.
“I need you,” she whispered, the admission raw and unguarded. She wasn't just talking about last night. It was a deeper, more fundamental need. A need for their strength, their control, their unwavering presence.
“Then you have us,” Zack rumbled, the possessive growl back in his voice, but this time it was a promise, not a threat. “Always.”
Aiden’s hands moved from her hair, sliding down her back in a slow, proprietary sweep.
His fingers found the hem of her shirt—the t-shirt he dressed her in last night, a worn, soft thing that smelled faintly of him.
He peeled it up and over her head in one smooth motion, baring her to the soft, morning light.
The cool air kissed her skin, and she shivered.
Zack shifted, maneuvering her with an easy, confident strength. He lay her back against the rumpled sheets, moving over her until he was settled between her thighs. “Turn over,” he commanded, a soft growl.
Aiden helped her, guiding her until she was facing Zack, her legs automatically wrapping around his lean waist. Zack’s hands framed her face, his thumbs stroking the tear tracks on her cheeks.
He was still in his jeans from the night before, the rough denim a delicious friction against her bare, sensitive folds.
The aches from the flogger and paddle were dull, persistent reminders, a ghost of a storm now passed.
Aiden settled behind her, a solid wall of warmth at her back. His hands roamed, one tracing the faded marks on her ass, the other sliding around her ribcage to cup her breast, his thumb brushing over the still-sensitive peak. He was a master conductor, and they were his orchestra.
“You’re still thinking about last night,” Zack murmured, his hips rocking in a slow, deliberate grind. The hard length of him, still trapped behind his zipper, pressed against her clit with a maddening, teasing pressure. “Let it go, Sophie. That’s an order.”
Aiden’s breath was warm against her shoulder.
He nipped at the curve where it met her neck, a sharp, stinging bite that made her gasp and arch back into him.
The involuntary movement pushed her hips down, causing Zack’s cock to slip against her, the denim riding up, the hot, bare head of him brushing against her slick entrance for a breathtaking second before it was gone again.
Zack’s grip on her hips tightened, stilling her. “Greedy little thing,” he growled, though the smirk on his face belied the harshness of the words. “Look at you, trying to steal a taste.”
“We see you, Sophie,” Aiden’s voice was a low, hypnotic rumble, vibrating through her back. “We see how you move, how you respond. Your body is so honest for us.”
“She’s our perfect, insatiable match,” Zack declared, his gaze burning into hers. “One of us isn’t enough to satisfy that hungry little cunt, is it?”
The words, crude and possessive, sent a jolt of pure liquid heat straight through her. Her own honesty, her own need, laid bare.
Aiden’s hands moved, one sliding down to join Zack’s at her hip, the other splaying across her lower back, holding her steady. “Such a good girl,” he murmured, his lips trailing kisses along her shoulder. “So good for us, you’ll be able to take us both at the same time.”
The world narrowed to that single, stunning statement. Both. At the same time. The image that flashed through her mind was so graphic, so intensely forbidden, it stole her breath. A collision of strength and sensation, of Zack’s raw possessiveness and Aiden’s encompassing warmth.
“I trust my needs…” she started, her voice a broken whisper.
Zack’s eyes, dark and intense, locked onto hers. “What do you need, Sophie? Use your words.”
“You,” she gasped, as Aiden’s thumb circled her nipple, pinching it sharply. “Both of you. Inside me. Please. I need to feel you… filling me.”
A low, guttural sound ripped from Zack’s throat. “That’s my good fucking girl. Asking so nicely for what she needs.”
Zack turned and reached into the nightstand. He carefully opened two small bullet-shaped foil packets, and Aiden gripped her thigh and exposed her to Zack.
“Sir?”
“Yes?”
“What’s that?”
“Lubrication in suppository form.”
“Ex-cuse me?” Sophie tensed, a small, involuntary whimper escaping her.
“Well, little one, to take both our cocks, you’re going to need all the help you can get.
This is a limit I’m pushing, not searching to break.
” He’d always leaned toward breaking her limits.
His word choice was intentional. The vulnerability he showed her since his admission at the club was something she’d cherish.
Zack didn’t say it with the words ‘I care’, but he did.
It was a piece of him she’d tuck away for safekeeping.
“Yes Sir.” Her breathing steadied between them as Zack slipped the lubricant inside her.
Sophie peppered fevered kisses along his collarbone. “Please, Sir.”
“You’re so beautiful when you beg. You don’t have to hold your orgasm this time. You’ll be so overwhelmed and overstimulated, I want you to beg for it to end.”
Aiden brushed her hair from her neck, nipping roughly at the skin while his fingers sought to join Zack’s still between her thighs.
Their fingers press against each other, slipping into Sophie’s pussy. Zack’s eyes flared and he reached over her to pull Aiden’s mouth to his.
The kiss was brutal, a clash of teeth and tongues, a battle for dominance that had no clear winner.
Aiden’s fingers retreated, leaving Zack’s to sink knuckle deep into her slick heat.
Sophie’s back arched, a broken cry tearing from her throat as Zack curled his fingers, finding that spot inside her that made her see stars.
“So responsive,” Aiden murmured, his lips ghosting the shell of her ear. “Do you feel how much she wants this, Zack? How much she wants us?”
Zack’s only response was a low growl, his finger pumping in a slow, deliberate rhythm that made her hips roll, a silent plea for more. He pulled them out, glistening with her arousal, and brought them to her lips. “Clean them.”
She obeyed without hesitation, her tongue swirling around his digits, tasting herself. The act was possessive, primal, and it sent a wave of liquid heat pooling between her thighs.
Aiden shifted, positioning himself behind her, his chest flush against her back.
She could feel the hard, heavy length of him pressing against her ass, a promise of what was to come.
He reached around, one hand cupping a breast, the other splaying across her stomach, holding her still.
“We’re going to take you together, Sophie,” he whispered, his breath hot against her neck.
“We’re going to fill you so completely you won’t know where you end and we begin. ”
Zack knelt before her, his dark eyes burning with an intensity that was both terrifying and exhilarating.
He gripped her hips, pulling her forward, guiding her to straddle his lap.
The head of his cock, thick and insistent, nudged at her entrance, slick with the lubrication and her own desperate need. “Look at me,” he ordered.
She forced her heavy eyelids open, her gaze locking with his. “Please,” she breathed, a ragged prayer.
Slowly, tortuously, he lowered her onto him.
The stretch was intense, a burning, aching fullness that stole her breath.
He filled her completely, the head of his cock kissing her cervix, a deep, satisfying pressure that made her tremble.
She threw her head back, a long, drawn-out moan escaping her lips.
Aiden’s hands tightened on her hips, holding her in place as Zack sheathed himself fully within her.
“Hold still,” Zack’s arm banded around her waist, keeping her body tight to his. She pressed her face into his chest, resisting the primal need to feel him move inside her.
Aiden poured a generous amount of lube into his palm, warming it before pressing a slick, insistent finger against her already filled entrance along Zack’s throbbing shaft.
“Daddy…”
“Shhh, baby, relax,” Aiden murmured, his voice a calming balm. But his actions were anything but calm. He worked his finger inside her, the stretch a familiar, biting burn. “You can take us. You’re our good girl. You were born to be full of us.”
“Fuck.” Zack gruffed. “I can feel your fingers against my cock.”
“She is such a good slut for us.”
Sophie panted, her restraint slipping.
Zack began a slow brutal pace, fucking her pussy with deep, rolling strokes that counter matched Aiden’s assault of stretching her further. “She loves it, Aiden. Look at her.”
It was true. Her body, operating on a level deeper than shame or fear, was arching back, seeking more of that filling pressure.
Aiden added a second finger, angling them to pull back and stretch her gently, preparing her.
The dual sensation was maddening. She was being opened up, claimed on every possible level.
“Aiden,” Zack commanded, his rhythm never faltering. “She’s ready.”
He cupped her face and kissed her gently. “You’re our good girl, Sophie.”
She nodded and her eyes fell closed, riding the subtle waves of her last orgasm.
“Oh no, eyes on me. Good.” His eyes searched her face, checking as he always did to ensure her wellbeing even in the throws.
“I’m good, Daddy. Need you and Sir.”
Zack smacked her thigh, calling back their attention.
Sophie pressed her cheek to Zack’s chest, relaxing her thighs and arching to expose herself.
Aiden was behind her, his body a solid wall of heat. He slicked his own length with lube.
“This is it, little star,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. “Just breathe.”
The pressure was immense, a slow relentless stretch that bordered on pain. Aiden pushed forward, and Sophie cried out, a sharp, piercing sound that was part pleasure, part panic.
“Daddy, please. Daddy, it hurts. Sir please. Daddy, may I have more lube please!”
Adding a generous amount to his shaft and pushing two slick filled fingers into her asshole, slicking the way for them.
He leaned over her, his chest pressed against her back, his mouth near her ear. “Breathe out for me, sweetheart,” he coaxed. And as she exhaled a shaky breath, he pushed.
“Oh fuck!”
The cry that was torn from her was a mix of pain and profound ecstasy. The stretch was unbelievable, a white-hot burn of being filled beyond all limits. He sank into her slowly, inexorably, until his hips met the cheeks of her ass, until she was utterly, completely impaled on both of them.
She was so full. So fucking full. There was no space left inside her, no thought that wasn’t about the two cocks buried to the hilt, stretching her, owning her.
She felt Zack’s cock slide against the shared inner wall, a direct echo of Aiden’s movements inside her.
It was an intimacy so profound it bordered on violence.
“Oh God, please!”
Zack’s movements increase in tempo, bruising her hips. “There is no God for a filthy slut like you.” He grabbed her by the throat and kissed her roughly. “You're our demon goddess to fuck and ruin. It will be my feet that you worship.”
Three bodies intertwined, moving to the same unheard beat. Being stretched and filled her to the limit.
“You’re beautiful.”
“So fucking perfect.”
“Ours.”
“Always.”
*
What’s next for Club Surrender? Will Claudia find what she’s been searching for?
Club Surrender #6