☼ Sasha ☼

My blood was pounding so hard through my veins that I felt it everywhere.

What the hell was I doing?

Because if someone would have told me I'd be completely naked, legs apart, using my own fingers to spread my pussy wide open, waiting for Ellis Jenson to put his mouth on me, I would have said they were INSANE.

Yet here I was, hanging upside down with more blood in my head than anywhere else and a throbbing in my groin like I'd never felt before

"Keep your pussy lips spread for me." Christ, when had Ellis's voice gotten so deep?

As his warm hands scorched my skin, and his fingers curled into my flesh, it forced me to hold my breath. The sane half of my brain screamed at me to tell him to get the hell away from me. The other half... well it wanted to find out if his cocky mouth was good for something other than being an asshole and giving me shit.

And wasn't this what I'd asked for?

No. I wanted Zack, but apparently, to have him, I had to show I could submit to Ellis.

So now, I had two of them. Two men telling me what to do. Two of them showing approval and demanding my submission. Was I lucky or being stupidly reckless? The jury was out on that one.

Feeling a touch lightheaded, I had to wonder what was taking so long. And forgetting, well, not forgetting, ignoring the no talking rule, I blurted out. "For god-sake, Ellis. Lick me already!"

I jerked forward as a hand came down on my left ass cheek, and I would have fallen over if not for Ellis's fingers digging into my thighs.

Zack spanked my ass again, and this one had more kick to it, but I bit the inside of my cheek to stop me from giggling. Was it supposed to hurt? Because it didn't, not by a long-shot. I understood, though, how he was testing me. Better to start soft and build up to it, rather than do too much, have to back down, and potentially scare me off.

"Are you topping from the bottom, little girl?" growled Zack.

Did he really want an answer?

"Are you!?"

He sounded angry as his palm cracked against my ass once more, and this one was serious enough to make my body jolt and if I hadn't been wet before, I sure as hell was now. "No... Sir." I shut my mouth with an audible snap as Zack's finger ran down my ass crack and skimmed across my pussy.

"Dirty little slut. Look how wet you are." Zack confirmed what I already knew.

Moving his hand with a chuckle, finally Ellis's tongue swept from back to front, starting at my ass, crossing my vagina, and then up my clit.

My knees almost buckled.

"Grab your ankles again, Sasha." Zack instructed and then to Ellis, he added, "I think she liked that."

Oh god, did I.

"Now be a good little slut and do not come." That was cruel. "... Until I give you permission."

And the brat in me broke free again, smiling. "And what happens if I disobey?" I wiggled my ass, hoping for another slap.

"Brat," I heard him mumble, but it wasn't my ass he went for. No. This time he snatched a fistful of my hair and dragged my head up. "My game. My rules. You want to play, or do you want to stop?"

It did not surprise me he wanted to control my orgasms, but c'mon!?

Ellis licked again and again, and a familiar feeling uncoiled.

"Sasha," he warned with the grip on my hair tightening.

Another lick followed by rapid flicks of his tongue on my clit. Oh god. I wasn't sure if I'd be able to hold out. Zack was asking for the impossible.

"Ellis. Stop!" Zack commanded, letting go of my hair and my head dropped.

What the... I pushed myself upright with my spine snapping straight. Spinning around I faced both of them. Bastards! "Damn it!" I glared directly at Zack, sparing him none of my wrath. "What the hell, Zack!?"

Like the lord and master of some freaking English Manor, he folded his arms across his broad chest. His grey eyes blazed with intensity. "You say you want to submit. That requires trust and your cooperation. If you will not cooperate now, how can I trust you to later?"

Ellis was still on his knees, his cocky smirk taunting me, loving me being chastised like a child. My stare hardened on him, but his smirk only grew into a full-blown smile. Ugh.

With my clit throbbing in an insistent demand, and letting out a long-suffering sigh, I shoved down my brattiness.

"What's it to be, Sasha?" Zack asked.

"Fine. You get to control my..." A small huff vented itself. "Orgasms."

Ellis's head tilted up toward Zack. "She's bad tempered. Probably because she's sexually frustrated."

Wasn't that the truth! I hiked my chin up, along with an eyebrow. "There is that."

Zack's eyes narrowed, and I wasn't sure what he was thinking, but finally he dropped his arms and moved closer, running his thumb over my lips, smearing my lip gloss. "Last night, you gave me your trust. This now is about learning how to control your own reactions to prolong the pleasure. Quit fighting yourself. Quit fighting me."

Quit fighting him.

"And show me how much you want to please me. Submit to me."

I realised then I wanted to please him more than I wanted to come. As he dropped his hand and took one step back, I turned around and bent at the waist, spread my legs obediently and exposed my pussy like Zack expected.

"Good girl."

I waited and waited. When I nearly gave up hope, Zack finally broke the silence, saying, "Ellis. I want you to make Sasha come. Show no mercy."

That was unfair. One of us had to lose.

"Continue."

"With pleasure, boss," said Ellis, and moved in. He licked me slowly, as if savouring my taste. Then he drew my clit into his mouth and pressed on it with his tongue.

I had to chew down on my moan.

More licks, sucks and tiny bites had me undulating, feeling my orgasm nip at my insides.

"Control yourself," Zack said. "Breathe," he coached me. "In and out."

It was easy for him to say and I wondered if that would work when I had his cock in my mouth and he wanted to come?

I struggled to keep my breath even, and it became more and more difficult as Ellis ramped up his efforts and I had to hand it to him—he was good. Maybe too good.

"Focus somewhere else," Zack instructed.

Dammit! Ellis would never let me forget this if he won.

And as if he knew what I was thinking, he went in for the kill and I tried to think of anything... Shoes! My new Jimmy Choo's.

Oh shit.

Ellis inserted a finger into my pussy and I cried out, unable to help it. "Zack... I need-"

"This isn't about you, Sasha. Remember, you are here for my pleasure. To please me."

Yes. Yes, I wanted to please Zack and I squeezed my eyes tightly shut.

In and out. Ellis simulated the sex act, and I was nearly undone, knowing that Zack not only watched but also orchestrated the entire scene. It was hot and I would beg if need be, and that begging came roughly thirty seconds later. "Please, Zack...Sir."

"No."

I couldn't. No way. I'd never been this turned on, or this wet. I gasped and panted. No longer able to think.

Ellis ruthlessly added another finger and doubled down, and I screamed with my pussy clenching around his thick fingers.

No. No. No. And then it happened. I shattered going completely mindless.

The orgasm was more intense than anything I'd ever experienced, and I could no longer support my own weight.

Zack was there to catch me, to hold me. I collapsed against him and he swept me up into his powerful arms and moved us to the sofa where he settled me onto his lap with my head resting in the crook of his neck. Breathing heavily I listened to talk quietly to me, soothing me and I left myself drift off for a while and just... feel.

He pressed his nose into my hair and inhaled before asking. "Shoes?"

Licking across my dry lips. "Shoes?" I repeated.

"Guess she wasn't thinking about shoes, huh?" Ellis grinned.

Zack chuckled. "That's two punishments you've earned yourself, Sasha."

That was unfair. "What? C'mon Zack, I tried." I honestly had. I lifted my head and shifted my glare onto Ellis. It was his fault.

Smug bastard was pretending to suck his fingers clean, smirking when he saw me clench my thighs together and rasped out a curse. He then smacked his lips and focused on Zack. "What now, Boss?"

Yeah, what now?

"Go to the kitchen and get Sasha some water and chocolate from the refrigerator."

I was happy to see he was still sporting a hard on with a clear wet-patch in his boxers. Good. I hope he didn't get to come at all.

For the next half hour, I stayed snuggled on Zack's lap, loving this just as much as my orgasm. He explained to Ellis the importance of aftercare and to always communicate with his sub to ensure the scene was what both parties had hoped for.

To be honest, it surprised me Zack was being so attentive toward me. I couldn't imagine him being this way with anyone else. Did it mean something? I tried not to get my hopes up, but it was hard because I wanted him to him to make this a permanent thing at the end of summer.

"Now, for your punishment, Sasha."

Oh, ooh. I wiggled my butt on his ass and he groaned. "Enough of that, dirty girl." I could hear the smile in his voice.

"I'm ready," I said eagerly, already picturing me over his lap and him spanking me.

He chuckled. "Do you know how to present yourself?"

"Yes. I've watched stuff online."

"Good, then hop off and show us."

Show us. I'd almost forgotten about Ellis, but it didn't matter. I slipped from his lap and onto the floor. Kneeling. Back straight. Head up, eyes slightly down, I rested my hands on my thighs palms up.

Zack rose from the sofa and gestured for Ellis to stand. "Your first punishment is you will remain unclothed for twenty-four hours."

I'd lost all my modesty in the last hour, so that wasn't so bad. Smiling up at him, his head cocked slightly.

Why was he looking at me like that? Why did those grey eyes of his sharpen dangerously?

"And for your second punishment." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a slip of paper, and held it out for me.

I reached out and brought it closer. Three bullet points. First up, was cleaning the toilet, followed by scrubbing the floors and lastly-the laundry.

I blinked. Once. Twice and once more.

He couldn't be serious? I lifted my head. "You expect me to do..." My eyes were as wide as they could possible go and I had to choke out the word. "Chores!?"

"Yes."

If he had sounded playful or teasing, I would have laughed, but he was deadly serious.

"Need I remind you that you agreed to whatever form of punishment I deemed fitting?"

'Yeah. But—"

He cut me off with his eyes pinning me in place. Something dark lurked there, and I suddenly felt a chill in the air. "No if's, buts, or whatever's, Sasha."

I knew if I refused, then that would be it. He would withdraw his offer, so I clamped my mouth shut and lowered my gaze for a moment. "Yes, Sir."

Ellis was trying to hold back his laughter so much so that his shoulders shook.

A low growl rumbled from Zack's chest. "You think this is funny, boy?" His lips slitted into a bitter smile. "Let us start with your punishment."

Ha. Yes. I couldn't wait to see what his punishment was and now it was my turn to smile and with Zack's attention on him, I stuck out my tongue and wobbled my head. Ellis rolled his eyes and shrugged seemingly unbothered. I did though wonder what he was being punished for?

Zack moved in front of Ellis. He didn't physically block Ellis' escape route, but something in his posture made either of them budging an inch seem like a bad idea. "Let's see what you're made of. How about we see how straight you are?"

My eyes flicked between the two. What the hell was he talking about?

But his words flared something hot and dangerous in Ellis's eyes. "NO fucking way. Look, I get it. You're gay, but you ain't getting near my ass with you hand, dick, mouth-none of it. I thought I'd made it clear."

What!? Gay? Zack wasn't gay.

Zack's jaw hardened. "Be. Quiet!" he cut into Ellis's rant.

Ellis drew in a noisy breath and sealed his lips shut.

Zack continued. "I am about as gay as you are a Dom. No, perhaps slightly more, but that is irrelevant. Think carefully before you argue or how you speak to me again."

Ellis glared, but kept silent.

"You agreed, just like Sasha to my terms." Zack dropped the attitude and stepped closer to Ellis, moving his hand to grip the back of his head. "I will not fight you, Ellis, or force you."

Ellis didn't move, and my head pulled back when he said. "Fine. I'll take your punishment. But—" Ellis was cut off, and I watched with wide eyes as Zack covered Ellis's mouth with his own.

I slow-blinked.

Zack was kissing Ellis.

Zack didn't kiss, and I thought I'd figured out why. Kissing was too intimate; and it would leave him open-expose his feelings.

I swallowed so hard I wondered if my heart had shot up into my mouth and then back down. Zack's head tilted, and he deepened the kiss. I could see the way their tongues slid together. It was erotic and dangerous for my sanity. My heart lurched again, but I couldn't tear my eyes away. It drew me to the way their mouths moved together in such an intimate way.

That was his punishment!?

I was jealous.

Jealous of Ellis Jenson.

It twisted my insides into hard knots.

The kiss gentled, and just as Zack drew away, Ellis made a rough sound in his throat as he latched onto the material of Zack's t-shirt. Apparently, he didn't want his punishment to end.

I rose to my feet, not even sure what I was feeling. They seemed so wrapped up in each other, I turned and walked out of the room, heading straight to the bedroom and shutting myself inside.

Sighing, I leaned against the cool wood and shut my eyes. It wasn't long before I felt a sting behind my eyelids. Opening them, I sniffed back the rising tears and ambled over to the bed. My suitcase was laid open on top of the covers with my clothes in disarray.

Probably a good job I'd not unpacked.

"Who gave you permission to leave?" Zack said, drawing me out of my stupor.

I'd not heard him come in and I didn't bother to face him. "I think it's best if I just go. Leave you both to get on with whatever is going on between you." I tried not to sound bitter, but I was woman enough to admit defeat. Zack wanted Ellis. Not me.

I didn't hear him move, but felt his heat at my back. Fingers slipped through mine as Zack spoke quietly, but firmly. "You don't truly believe I will let you go so easily?"

Slowly turning, I stared at him. "Why would you want me when you obviously want him?" Shaking my head. "I knew something was going on this morning when I stepped into the kitchen, but fooled myself into thinking it was just my imagination." I sucked in a breath. "And just then—you kissed him."

"Yes. That was his punishment."

"Punishment!?" My eyes went wide. "I'm made to clean your toilet-do chores." I scoffed. "And he gets to play tonsil hockey?"

Zack gave me a wry smile. "Are you jealous?"

Pfft. "No."

He cocked a disbelieving brow.

"Maybe." I said, and he knew I was still lying. "Okay. Yes." I threw a hand up and yanked my other hand free from his and then sat my ass down on the bed, folding my arms across my chest and sulked.

It wasn't fair.

"Stand up, Sasha."

In an instant, his tone changed. Sharp. Demanding.

It had me standing without second-guessing it.

Pleased, he nodded slowly and reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. "You want me to kiss you Sasha?"

He really needed to ask?

I nodded.

He slid one of his hands into the hair at the nape of my neck, cradling the back of my head and angling it up. His voice was deep, smooth, and so damn seductive. He brought our faces closer. "Do you really think I haven't thought about kissing you, Sasha?"

His gaze traced over the curves of my face before landing on my lips. My pulse raced, spiking the anticipation. "What's stopping you, then?" I uttered.

A sinful darkness danced in his eyes. "Because you don't decide when I do anything. You are not in control here."

The air in his bedroom felt dry and hotter. And his strong hand cupping the back of my head made it hard to think straight.

Zack tilted his head a single degree, and then moved closer. So close I breathed his breath, and I was positive, or at least hopeful, he was going to kiss me.

Seconds past as shivers wracked my body. I was desperate to feel his lips on mine.

Then... he slid his hand away and stepped back so abruptly, I swayed at the sudden absence of him.

"You have chores." His tone was now cool and indifferent.

My heart thudded to a stop. One second ago, Zack's lips had been a hair's breadth away from mine and then... nothing?

Mother-plucker.

He said it plainly. "I suggest you get a move on,." He casually tossed a hand toward me, gesturing to my nakedness, "and remember you are to remain naked."

My body refused to move, so I stood there dumbfounded and with my mouth hanging open. "Are you messing with me?"

"Do I look like I'm messing with you?"

No, he certainly didn't.

His expression was fixed, and all the heat between us dissipated in an instant. My brain couldn't process what had just happened. How had he turned himself off so quickly?

Disappointment descended on me like an avalanche, and hot irritation quickly followed.

I threw up both hands this time and stomped my foot for good measure. The last thing I expected to hear from him was a deep, satisfied chuckle. But that was what he did, and the sinful sound reverberated through me.

"Look at you," he said smugly. "All upset because you didn't get what you want."

My hands dropped to my sides. What the fuck? He was being an asshole, and I glared at him, ready to unleash my tongue—

"God, you're even hotter when you pout." Seduction threaded his voice. "You're so fucking hot, Sasha, you're testing my restraint."

Huh?  

He gave me emotional whiplash, and I blinked rapidly, trying to understand him. But it was impossible because he stared at me now like a starving man, his eyes practically ravishing me making me tingle all over and my nipples harden.

Then he shook his head, as if trying to clear out his thoughts. "I don't reward bratty behaviour. You would do well to remember that." He flipped around and started for the door, but stopped, turning his head slightly. "Complete your chores and I will show you how I reward good behaviour."

I was still processing what the hell was happening when he left the room and I slumped on to the bed.

God, the man was infuriating.

Pushing up, I looked down at my case. Searching for my make-up bag, I found it and opened it. Rummaging inside, I fished out a hairband. Dropping the bag back into the case, I gathered my hair and slipped on the hairband. With a sigh, I headed to his bathroom and stared at the toilet.

"You'd better be worth it."