~ ~ Zack ~ ~

Stepping into the elevator, I had to wonder what the history was between Ellis and Sasha and whether I'd done the right thing leaving them alone.  However, if they were both serious, then they would need to work through their issues or walk away.

The door opened, and I went in search of James. Knocking once, I went straight in to find his office empty. Behind me came a sound of groaning, followed by a crash and some cursing and hissing. He was in his bathroom with the door ajar.

Jumping into action. "James?" Pushing the door wide open, I froze. "Fuck."

James was standing in his boxers only with a syringe in one hand and an alcohol wipe in the other. "You okay?" My eyes flicked over his bare chest, at his defined pecs, which still bore the thin, obvious scars from his top surgery.

Our gazes clashed, followed by a pause. Shock at me standing in front of him I would guess. About to apologise, he said. "Christ, Zack. Heard of knocking?"

I held up both hands in apology. "Shit, sorry James. I thought you'd hurt yourself."

Shaking his head, he ground out. "Can you give me a minute, please?" He tossed the alcohol wipe into the sink.

A sharp nod and I backed out, closing the door. A few minutes later he appeared, fastening the cuffs on his shirt. "I wasn't expecting anyone to come in. I stayed out last night and then I was in a rush this morning and I didn't get time to, y'know..."

He was clearly angry, and I didn't honestly blame him. James took testosterone injections twice weekly. But this was the first time I'd ever seen him administer it. "Sorry, it was thoughtless of me to barge in." I let out a breath. "I encroached on your privacy and you have every right to be pissed at me."

James blinked, a little startled by my apology. "I'm not ashamed of my body, Zack."

What!?  I pulled my head back. "I never implied you were."

He waved it off. "Ignore me. I'm not pissed with you." Walking to his desk, he rested his butt up against it. "I was out on a date with Don. We agreed to move things forward, and it didn't go as I planned. Or rather it went exactly how I thought it might."

I wasn't one for talking or sharing feelings, but I would at least try as we had been close friends for a long time now. "You want to talk about it?" I had two hours to kill.

He ran a hand over his mouth and chin. "I think the reality of me being trans hit home." He shrugged. "And confronted with the fact that I don't have a cis-male cock hanging between my legs was a little too real."

James had suffered more than a few setbacks in the 'dating' pool and rejection hurt no matter who you were. "James, look I know—"

He held up his hand. "Can we not do this right now?" He dropped his head for a second, taking a breath and lifted his eyes back to mine. "You wanted something?"

If he wanted to change the subject, I was okay with that. He would most likely reach out to Ivy and she was much better at listening than I was.

"I'm taking a few days off to work on a new project. Can you handle anything that comes up for the next few days?"

"Sure. No problem."

About to head out, I remembered one other thing. "Oh, and Ellis is with me for a few days."

That didn't go down as well. "What?" He straightened. "Is this because you think I'm being unfair to him?"

"No. It has nothing to do with you or what he was doing for you. On Monday, he will be back assisting you."

James scrutinised my face like he was reading a report, but I gave him jack-shit. I just glared right back. And when he said nothing, I turned to leave and almost made it to the door when he asked.

"Is there something else going on here, Zack?"

His words brought me to a stop, making me turn his way. "Something else?"

"You don't need me to spell it out for you. You know what I mean."

It didn't need spelling, but that didn't mean I was willing to talk about it. "We're done here." My face must have said something because when I turned, he pushed off, rapidly gaining on me.

"I'm sorry, Zack." He grabbed my arm to stop me. "That was insensitive."

James was one of the few people that knew about my past. I faced straight ahead.

"Forget I said anything. It's not my business."

Still not looking at him. "You're right. It's not your business."

"I just don't want anyone getting hurt."

His words stung more than I would have liked. "I'm giving you a free pass—this time because we've been friends for a long time." I stalked off toward my office, slamming the door after me.

~ ~

Two hours later, I was back inside my apartment. Sasha was in the kitchen, now dressed in skinny jeans and an oversized jumper. "Where's Ellis?"

"He up and vanished." Shrugging, she added. "Mumbled something about a call."

I got the distinct impression Sasha wanted to say more but kept tight-lipped and before I could ask what she was thinking. I heard the door and in came Ellis. "Have you both completed what I asked—signed it?"

Whatever was bothering Sasha disappeared as she picked up her contract and held it out. "Yes, Sir."  Her wicked little smile had my balls tightening.  

I nodded in recognition, turning to Ellis, who since had changed into a pair of jeans and another expletive t-shirt... this one reading: Fuck 'em all.  He reached around to his back-pocket to extract it. Unfolding it, a quick glance told me he'd filled his out too.  "I will read through these and join you both shortly."

Inside my study, I sat at my desk and lay both contracts flat out, side by side; wondering which would hold the most surprises.  I would admit the idea of having two subs to play with... Fuck. I adjusted my slacks to make room for my hardening cock.

Groaning, I picked up Sasha's first.

Scanning over her answers. Not a surprise, self-declared brat. In fact, I was expecting her to try to top from the bottom, especially with Ellis. However, it surprised me she'd not tried anal.

Should I let Ellis have the pleasure?

Sasha marked an emphasis on verbal humiliation. I'd already tested out 'slut' on her first night in London. A lot of subs enjoyed this part of play.  

Flicking over the page I spotted the only thing of concern.  Her need for an emotional connection to her Dom.

That couldn't happen.  

Emotions were not  part of the deal and I would need to make that clear. If, however, she and Ellis developed an emotional bond, which I seriously doubted given the interaction I'd witnessed so far—well, that wasn't any of my business.

However, I couldn't deny that something about Sasha had every protective instinct within clawing past reason and demanding I take care of what was mine. Whilst at the same time arguing that she wasn't mine.

And neither was Ellis

This was training. A contractual agreement. Nothing more.

Yeah. Keep telling yourself that, asshole.

Ignoring that nagging voice and happy with Sasha's contract, I swapped it for Ellis's

Now this surprised me. First question—he had highlighted bi-curious and then scrubbed it out and circled and underlined heterosexual.

Had it been a simple error?

Or had he circled it, then regretted it, worried what it might mean? Or what I might do?

I regretted earlier when I'd pushed him. Holding the knife to his throat and letting him feel my erection, even worse, to rub the damn thing against him.

Ellis had been confused by his own reaction. Possibly angry at himself for having them. However, Sasha's perfect timing breezing into the kitchen had calmed him instantly.

I'd seen the way his eyes had raked over her appreciatively. Yes, he may not like Sasha, the way he called her Duchess was telling enough... but sexually, she interested him. Turned him on.

And that was enough.

Sasha's presence would allow Ellis to assert his own masculinity and assure himself that he was heterosexual with no interest in experimenting with his own sex.

Although it wouldn't stop me pushing the envelope, testing his boundaries and whether that be right or wrong, he would leave here with a better understanding of himself... I hoped.

Flicking through the rest of his contract, it didn't shock me he had made no mention of submissive tendencies. Now, normally I would back away from inexperienced and unwilling male subs. But if Ellis wasn't a sub, I'd retire from the game.

Now punishments.

I smiled to myself.

Sasha would expect a spanking and I wasn't sure if that was punishment enough? Although I was looking forward to turning her ass a delightful shade of red.

So what else? Her submission, in a non-sexual way, maybe? Half an hour kneeling on uncooked rice?

My smile widened. Chores.

I seriously doubted Sasha had done a mundane chore in her life.  And that idea was both amusing and would make her think twice about her future safety.

Now Ellis... Hmm.  Orgasm denial maybe?

Spanking would definitely be a punishment for him.

But what would his reaction be? It would unquestionably be a pleasure for me, that's for fucking sure.  We needed a test, and I had an excellent idea of how to do it.

Happy, I slipped their contracts into my drawer and about to get up, a knock on my door stopped me. "Come in."

In walked Ellis. "Yes?" I was perhaps a little abrupt.

Closing the door behind him, he squared his shoulders and walked to the middle of the room. "I want to know what's the deal here, what you have planned... for me?"

Arching a brow, I asked. "In what respect, Ellis? I thought I had made myself clear."

Scrubbing a hand across the back of his neck. "I get you training me to be a Dom. I don't have any issues with that." He swallowed and cleared his throat. "It's the submitting to you. What does that look like?"

Reclining in my chair, my fingers steepled, forefingers tapping against one other.  "Simply. You will do exactly as I say unless you use your safe-word."

I'd already mentally made a note of his safe-word. Mustang.

Ellis let his head fall back a little, blowing out a heavy breath. "Look, straight men don't suck cock. You get me?"

And we're back to that moment that most likely that changed everything for him—The graduation party.

I was up out of my chair eating the space out between us. Ignoring all the rules I'd just reminded myself of... again.

Ellis didn't shy away, standing taller, but his eyes gave him away. They looked for an escape. "Can you look me in the eye when you say that, Ellis?" Fisting his t-shirt, pulling us closer. "Tell me a 'straight man' wouldn't react the way you did when I held you in place and rubbed up against your erection. Huh? Go on. Tell me."

This close, he couldn't hide the swelling of his cock. It nudged my thigh.

His eyes hooked mine and sharpened. "A straight man would tell you to go fuck yourself. And I'm telling you exactly that." His breathing picked up, but he wasn't fighting me. Only himself.

"And tell me something else, Ellis. Why did you chicken out and rethink your answer on the first question?"  

I stood there as he floundered and flinched as if I'd just smacked his ass.

My hand twitched at the thought.

"It was a mistake," he blurted out. "My hand slipped, alright!"  

I'd heard that one before.  But I'd let him hold onto his lie.  "You will do as I say, Ellis." Before he blinked I had my hand in his hair, jerking his head back painfully, his eyes widening and I moved my face closer to his."Perhaps we should start with a kiss?"

My tone mocked him and I wondered why the hell I was provoking him?

None the less, I was serious. I could have easily and quite enthusiastically in that moment sealed my mouth over his.

What the fuck was wrong with me? First Sasha, and now Ellis?

Ellis twisted and winced. "Fuck you, Zack." he spat out, his lips curling up. "I'd rather suck dick."

Interesting. I hadn't expected that answer, and I eased my grip on his hair. "I am willing to negotiate." Letting him go, his relief was almost palpable.

Stepping back. "You signed the contract. You have your safe-word. If you've changed your mind." I flicked my head in the door's direction. "Go. No one is making you stay."

His anger flared up, moving swiftly through his body like a rolling wave. But I would redirect it... this time. Adjusting my stance, my feet shifted out a little further as I crossed my arms over my chest. "Before you leave, though, tell me why you call Sasha Duchess—what is the history between you both?"

I was also genuinely curious.

As expected, his anger faltered as his tongue darted out to wet his full, kissable lips.

Great. I was back to thinking about his mouth making me harder than granite. Yeah, it was fucking pointless denying I wanted to kiss him. Kiss them both.

"Everyone prances around her like she's something special—like she's some kind of princess. Always have. " He emphasised the princess. Scoffing. "She's a brat. A total bitch and spoiled." Ellis shrugged. "Since we've been kids she's looked at me like I was something she'd scraped off her shoe and made it fucking obvious she never wanted to be in the same room as me, let alone talk to me unless forced to."

Again, this was interesting. How was Sasha going to deal with submitting to Ellis?

He hadn't moved from the spot but glared at me as if he hoped his stare would make me vanish or strike me dead.

Dropping my arms. "If you aren't leaving, follow me. If you do not, then I have your answer."

I walked past him, out the door, and made my way to Sasha in the living room. She was sitting with her feet up on the ottoman, scrolling through her phone. She dropped her feet and her phone and sat up straight. "Stand up, Sasha. Face me."

She was up in a flash. "Do not think I've forgotten about your punishment, but right now I have a different agenda."

She nodded, her face giving nothing away. Without turning, I said. "Ellis, come stand beside me." I'd not heard him follow, but felt his presence. His arm brushed mine as he did as I asked.

Full attention on Sasha. "As you already are aware, there is a difference between being submissive and a victim. A submissive is expected to participate, to draw the boundaries, to be unflinchingly candid about what he or she wants. That's what I demand from anyone who submits to me." I side-glanced Ellis. "Tell Ellis here, what you want."

Sasha moistened her lips, then met his searing blue eyes. "I've always wanted more." She paused. When I didn't fill the silence, she added, "...Sexually."

She didn't enjoy sharing personal things with Ellis, so I diverted her attention back to me. "You've pictured yourself spread open wide, begging for my touch, have you?"

Her cheeks went pink and a flick of her eyes to Ellis before she was looking and me and nodded.

My next question. "Do you orgasm when you have sex?"

"Yes. Sometimes. Most of the time, but only through clitoral stimulation." She inhaled a slow, deep breath. "But I keep thinking there should be more. I don't always want to cuddle like men expect me to. I don't always want sweet little words when I've not been completely satisfied. I want to be shattered. Mindless. So complete, so satisfied that I'm not thinking about my next shoe purchase in my head either during or right after they get off."

"You've been having sex with the wrong men," Ellis said with a cocky lift to his lips.

"Well, it seems we have a challenge." I turned my head fully to Ellis. "I'm assuming you being straight an' all. You don't have any problems eating pussy?"

Sasha's intake of air was audible. She wrongly thought I would be the one touching her.

"I don't have any problems eating pussy." His answer was as sharp as his tone."But I'm not sure if Duchess is happy about it though."

"It doesn't matter if she's happy. She's here to learn as are you."

Sasha stomped her foot, clenching her hands into fists. "You know I'm here, right?"

Holding back a smirk. "You will not speak unless I or Ellis ask you a question. Understand?"

She slammed her mouth shut, then through gritted teeth, answered. "Yes, Sir."

I smiled. "Good girl." Using praise on Sasha was instant recognition. Her hands uncurled, resting at her side and her shoulders relaxed.

Now where was I? Oh yeah, I asked Ellis. "Are you any good at it?"

"I've had no complaints." He shrugged.

"Sasha. On your form you mentioned verbal humiliation, yes? It turns you on?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Does anything work for you, cunt, whore, bitch—"

"—It's all good," she cut in.

"Thank you for your honesty." Nodding once, I commanded. "Take off your clothes. Now, Sasha."

With a moment's hesitation, she kept her eyes on me and kicked off her ballet flats.

Sasha wiggled out of her jeans and then kicked aside the denim. She had on briefs, a pretty, feminine pair with little bows at the waist. She opened her mouth and then frustratingly shut it.

Good-girl. She was following the rules. "You have a question on your mind? Speak up."

She swallowed what sounded like a grumble. "I didn't think you would make me strip off, right now, so I didn't think..." her hands moved up over herself, clearly unhappy that we were seeing her dressed in cute underwear.

I would be the first to admit, cute hadn't ever been my thing, but the innocence she displayed was endearing and even stranger my cock liked it.

Who would have known? Sasha was apparently rewriting all the rules and expectations I had for myself. "You shouldn't be embarrassed. I like them." Although... "But I want you naked."

It was sexy to witness Sasha's body confidence. I admired subs that were proud of their bodies. Owned their sexuality.

Sasha removed them and then picked up her jeans and jumper from the floor and placed them all on the sofa behind her.

Moving to stand in front of me and Ellis, she let her arms dangle next to her naked body. And although her cheeks were now pink, she bit back a smile when she heard Ellis let out a low groan.

A glance down showed me he was now fully hard. Sasha noticed too, pulling back her shoulders, thrusting her breasts higher.

Whoever said a Dom held all the control was clearly misinformed. It was the submissive.

Moving swiftly, I now stood behind her. Running my fingers up her bare arms. Goosebumps followed. Cupping her breasts. "You are beautiful, Sasha." Teasing her tight nipples with my thumbs." I pressed my nose into her hair, just above her ear. "Have you ever had your cunt licked while another man watched?"

"No," she said as she sucked in a sharp breath.

"Are you turned on right now, Sasha?"

"I'm not sure. I think I'm too nervous."

Again, her honesty was welcome. "Do you want to stop?"

"I don't want to stop."

"You can safe-word anytime," I told her, adding. "...And the loss will always be yours."

She shivered, shaking her head. "Words, Sasha."

"I don't want to stop, Sir." she repeated.

Good. "Turn around and spread your legs, then grab your ankles."

She didn't move, but I did, returning to stand next to Ellis, whose eyes were wide and fixed on Sasha, waiting for her to expose herself to us.

I didn't reissue my command. I waited for her compliance. Knowing it was completely up to her whether she followed my command.

Sasha took a deep, steadying breath and slowly turned around. She bent over and grabbed her ankles. Her long auburn hair hung down, all but brushing the rug. Beautiful. "Use your fingers to spread your pussy open wide for us."

Slowly, she moved her legs a little further apart and used her hands to open her pretty pink cunt.

Was there anything more intimate? As she was opened wider. Exposed. Vulnerable.

"Good Girl, Sasha. You are stunning."

"Fucking gorgeous." That came from Ellis.

"You said you weren't aroused, Sasha?" Her pink hole was shiny, and I didn't bother hiding the humour from my tone.

Still hanging her head upside down. "I wasn't. But I'm getting there."

"Before you get a taste, Ellis. You will strip as well."

I expected a fight. An argument at least, but he stripped down to his grey cotton boxers, the material thin enough to show the darkened head of his fully erect cock.

"Good."  I would let him keep his boxers on...this time.  "Now drop to your knees behind Sasha."

He dropped to his knees with a thunk, his entire focus on Sasha. My eyes dropped to his ass... Damn, the boy had a tight ass.

Eyes up asshole.   But should I feel bad that I was checking out his ass? No. Thoughts never hurt no one. "Put your mouth on her cunt. Figure out what she likes."

Ellis didn't hesitate as he moved in, running his hands up the outside of her calves up higher to settle them in place on her thighs

Sasha trembled, the muscles in the back of her legs tensing, but she remained place.

"Keep your pussy lips spread for me," Ellis said in a much deeper tone.

I was right. I was going to enjoy playing with two willing subs.