~ ~ Zack ~ ~

On board my private plane, the seatbelt sign clicked off and my pilot announced over the intercom that our estimated flight time was an hour and ten minutes.

"Can I get you anything Mr Coles?" Asked a member of the cabin crew, Bryn, his eyes twinkling hoping to be invited to join whatever games I might have planned for my new toys. Bryn was an experienced submissive, and I had enjoyed many flying hours pounding his tight ass.

Sure beat in the in-flight movie, thats for fucking sure.

"Sir?" he prompted.  Oh yes. Right. "No thank you, Bryn. In fact, I won't be needing anything for this short flight. You can retire and relax."

Disappointed, he smiled and bowed out gracefully.

I relaxed back in my seat as Sasha stared out the small window. Ellis chose the seat further away from us, scrolling through his phone, and avoiding any eye contact with me. And right on cue, he looked up and glared, looking all bad-ass and I-don't-give-a-fuck attitude seeping from every pore.

He'd hardly spoken since we left the apartment or during our dinner. Correction, he'd hardly spoken to me.

He was sulking and normally I wouldn't tolerate such bratty behaviour. But from the set of his shoulders and tense line of his jaw, he was baying for an argument and I wouldn't rise to the bait.

I did things on my terms, not his.

That, and I knew exactly what had crawled up his ass—my dismissal of all conversations regarding our earlier visitor. But neither Tabitha's visit nor Ellis's pissy attitude was going to put a downer on tonight's activities. In fact, I knew exactly how to flip his attitude around... at the right time.

"Okay," said Sasha, turning away from the window. "So we're not going to the club and you never asked us to pack anything, so where are we heading tonight, Zack?"

I'd kept them in the dark long enough. "Amsterdam." Not looking at Ellis I felt his sudden interest on me. "And we are going to my club." There was a reason I'd chosen Amsterdam.

Out of all my clubs, weirdly, this one had the highest ratio of poly relationships. And although that nagging voice inside my brain told me flat out I was crazy to bring them here, I'd done it regardless of the consequences.

Perhaps I was having a mental breakdown?  It would explain all my rash and quite frankly crazy decisions.  

Sasha's squeal yanked me out of my musings as she bounced on her seat. Shifting my gaze to Ellis. He tried to keep his curiosity in check and oddly; it amused me and I smiled.

Ellis' blues sharpened along with his tone. "Why are you smiling? It's creepy. You never smile," he snarked.

"I smile." Ellis tossed up an eyebrow and scoffed. "You just miss it because it's when I'm staring at your ass."

The look on his face was priceless, and Sasha rolled her lips together and covered her hand with her mouth to smother her laughter.

Ellis's cheeks flushed as he looked away but muttered, "I can't fucking believe you just said that."

Strangely, neither could I, but with these two (mental breakdown aside) I was breaking my own rules all the time. So why not add another to the jumbled mess, allowing them a glimpse of my playful side? A side I wasn't sure still existed until now.

Turned out I had more sides than a polygon.

Sasha pouted. "I hope you smile when you're looking at my ass too."  

I reached for her hand and pulled her out of her seat and onto my lap.

"I do more than smile when I see your ass, little girl. You make me want to take a bite out of it."  I snapped my teeth to prove my point and reached up to slip a hand around the back of her neck, under her hair and brought our faces closer until our mouths were a breath away.  "I'm going to enjoying being the first to fuck the shit out of it."  I swallowed her gasp and my tongue invaded her mouth.  Our kiss ended as soon as her hand slipped inside my jacket and her nail scraped down my shirt across my nipple. "Careful, little girl."

"Or what!?" her bratty mouth fired back.

Her intense blue eyes and untamed auburn hair drove me to distraction, while her sexy smile and body kept me on invisible hooks.

My eyes dropped to her wet lips. Fuck me. She convincingly had shy and innocent written all over her. "Brat." She'd been pushing her luck, teasing, being bratty, knowing exactly what she was doing since leaving the apartment.

She fluttered her eyelids suggestively. "Me, Sir. A brat?"

"Yes, and don't I think forgot you were late either." I tutted.

She edged back and cupped a hand behind her ear. "Oh? What was that? You can't stop thinking about me?"

Like I said. Brat.  I wrapped my hand in her hair and tugged. "Your eyes are beautiful, but batting them at me won't work." I'd told her to be ready for seven. She'd been three minutes late on purpose. "If you want me to hurt you, little girl, all you have to do is ask, beg, even. But you don't get to take whether it's pain or pleasure. Those belong to me." Untangling my hand I cupped her chin. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir." The swipe of her tongue across her painted lips followed her breathy reply. "I want you to spank me, sir. Please."

I hadn't planned on playing here on the plane, but now?  

I mimicked her with my hand cupping my ear. "I didn't hear you."

She slipped from my lap to her knees in front of me. "Please, Sir. I want you to spank me."

I made her wait a few heartbeats, then answered, "No." Her head pulled back as if I'd physically slapped her and before she could utter a word, I pressed my finger to her lips.

Now, it was the right time. "Ellis is going to punish you, naughty girl."  Over the top of Sasha's head, Ellis's head snapped up giving me his full attention and for the first time tonight his stony stare wasn't giving me attitude.

"What!?" He dropped his phone on the seat. "I can spank her here? Now?"

"Ellis?" repeated Sasha. "Does he even know how?"

Ignoring him, I leaned forward and ran a finger along Sasha's jaw. "Yes, Ellis, but we'll go slow and I'll check in with you a lot. By watching you, I'll know when you're at your limit; I'll take you right to the edge, maybe past a place you feel safe, but you'll never be taken anywhere you don't want to go."

"Yeah." She worried her lip. "But I..."

"Do you trust me, Sasha?"

The spanking wasn't an end; it was the doorway to exploring her fantasies and limits. So the question was, would she trust Ellis?

She nodded. "I do trust you." She turned toward Ellis and then back to me. "Okay."

Good-girl. I dipped my head and ran my tongue over her bottom lip, and then bit down lightly. Sasha moaned, wanting more, but I backed away.

My head lifted to see Ellis watching us. I asked. "Do you think you can figure it out?"

Keeping his eyes on me, he grinned for the first time tonight. "It can't be that hard—Right?"

Sasha was still a little hesitant, and I understood she wasn't shying away from the possible pain, because I knew that cunt, Tahiri had delivered some pretty hard blows, but it was a trust issue. Could she trust he would stop if asked? 

And we could only jump that hurdle by experiencing it together. "Show me you can handle this and we can work up to a belt later. And a flogger."

Her eyes became as wild as her hair, clearly that idea appealed.... to me also, and my cock twitched. But, pain wise, this would be a walk in the park and more of a training session for Ellis and building trust between them.

"Up and undress for us, little girl."

With grace, she elegantly rose and swiftly discarded her blue strappy dress, perfectly matching her eye colour, leaving her in a strapless bra and panties. She allowed us to admire her for a moment, obviously happier that she wasn't caught out this time wearing what she called 'unsexy' underwear. My nod of approval had her stripping off the underwear to stand proudly before us.

Stunning from head to toe. She took my breath away. Every. Damn. Time.

I rose from my seat. "Do you have a hairband?" I removed my suit jacket and tossed it aside.

"Yes, in my bag."

"Get it. I want your hair up." I wanted to see her expressive eyes as she cried for us.

Ellis took off his jacket and unfastened his cuffs, rolling up his sleeves. "How do we do this?"

"We will start easy. Over your lap and you will deliver two dozen spanks." Sasha returned to stand in front of me with her hair in a ponytail. My finger brushed across her nipple and she shivered. "Unless she begs you to keep going, of course."

Ellis rubbed his hands together. "This is gonna be fun."

He had no idea... "Fun you say?" Dropping the bombshell. "I hope you feel the same—you're next!"

His head snapped up with his brow caving and nostrils flaring. "What the fuck!" he growled. "I've done nothing wrong!"

Slowly turning my head, I kept my voice low but commanding. "When I give you an instruction, Ellis. I expect you to follow it without question or hesitation."

"What? I have!"

My exhale was noisy. "Earlier, I asked you to return to the apartment. More than once."

His lips parted as realisation dawned, yet still he protested. "What—c'mon, that wasn't even a scene!"

"This is the lifestyle, Ellis. You told me you wanted to learn, which means a twenty-four-seven program. Do I need to remind you of the terms?" I was thinking he'd not read the damn contract at all. "Would you like me to fetch up a copy of your written agreement on my phone for you to familiarise yourself... again?"

"There's no fucking way." He shook his head adamantly. "You're getting me over your lap!"

And yet he'd not listed spanking as a hard limit. "It does not require you to be over my lap," I fired back, trying to curb my growing irritation.

He chewed on his lip, then asked. "How then!?"

Interesting. 

He wasn't saying no, but more fixated on the position of his punishment. "There are many positions to administer a physical punishment, not to mention the location. I gestured with my hand to our surroundings. "Or if you are so inclined, we can wait till we arrive at the club?"

He quickly said, "no," and I wondered if he thought I would embarrass him in front of others. I would never do that without prior agreement, and he had expressed no interest in humiliation.

He stared hardened but then finally he gave a single sharp nod.

"Good, now that's agreed. Get comfortable," I told him, tuning to Sasha. "In a moment Sasha, you will lie across his lap, brace your hands on the floor and keep your ass high, in striking position. After each set of five, Ellis will give a couple of seconds to compose yourself and get back in position. If you're unable to hold it. Taking more than a couple of seconds will increase the number of blows."

"I understand."

"All spanks will be positioned on your thighs, ass, or directly on your cunt, if you don't keep your legs together. It will be Ellis's intention to be easy with you, not gentle. Understand."

"I do, Sir."

"You'll enjoy it," I promised, then turned to Ellis. "On no occasion will you hit her lower back or higher, understand?"

I kept my words even and explanatory, with no emotion.

"Tell me Sasha, is your pussy wet?"

She licked her lower lip. "I think so."

Moving toward her, I swiped my finger along her slit, fetching it to her lips, I smeared her arousal across them "Your safe-word?"

"Angelic, Sir."

"Good. Get into position. "Ten to warm up." She didn't need to be asked twice. "Begging won't stop it. Neither will the word stop. Or no."

In position, I instructed Ellis.  "Press one hand into the small of her back to hold her steady and begin."

Ellis raised his hand and if Sasha thought she was prepared for the first spank, she wasn't. She gasped when his bare hand hit her butt, straight across the middle, horizontally bisecting her cheeks.

"Perfect Ellis. Continue." After the first five, he stopped and looked up at me, and I nodded for him to continue. On either side of her cheeks, he delivered the last five warm-up spanks.

When finished, I dipped down in front of Sasha and lifted her face. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips parted. "Good sluts take their punishment and thank their Dom. You will do well to remember that."

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl. Make me proud."

Rising, I gave the go ahead.

The first five spanks landed in the same spot. "A little harder!"

He quickly got in the swing and the next five had him aiming slightly lower with one spank landing between her legs, scorching her labia. She muffled a cry, and it brought a sadistic smirk to Ellis's lips.

Nicely done, my boy.

It wasn't long before her breathing turned into soft pants. "Tell me how you're doing, Sasha."

She didn't raise her head. "I'm okay." Panting. "Good."

"Your cheeks are a beautiful red." That comment was from Ellis and the pride in his tone was clear.

"Are you still turned on?"

"Hmhmm," her high pitch confirmation had Ellis's head lifting.

"See how wet our little slut is, Ellis."

He grinned, and I shifted to a better position to watch his fingers scoop up her wetness and rub it into her swollen clit. "Soaking." He went to press two fingers inside her and twisted them around to curl inside her. Sasha moaned as he scissored and fingered her cunt.

Grabbing her ponytail, I forced her head up. "Remember, pain-whores don't come without permission."

Her eyelashes fluttered as Ellis finger-fucked her roughly, getting a little carried away. "Enough." I let go of her hair and Ellis pulled his fingers free and Sasha groaned.

"Carry on." Ellis sucked his creamy wet fingers into his mouth and then readied himself.

He clearly enjoyed spanking her, hitting with varying intensity and taking breaks as directed, each time slipping his finger back into her wet heat to tease.

Sasha squirmed, becoming more and more aroused.

Despite not dishing out or watching any brutality, it still turned me on, and my dick clearly enjoyed the unfolding scene, tempting me to fuck her throat simultaneously.

But this wasn't about me. It was about them.

"Make this last dozen count. No holding back." I dipped down and raised her head. Her eyes were glassy, her bangs stuck to her damp skin, but I could see she was resisting. Couldn't let herself fully relax into it. "Stop thinking," I told her. "You're fighting it." I dragged my thumb across her bottom lip and when I was sure she understood, then I moved to stand and took a step back.

Sasha's pants became quicker, more laboured. He spanked her hard, catching her already tormented skin. She moaned and wiggled, but he barely gave her a second to compose herself before the next one caught her, right below her right cheek. Then he gave her no time at all as Sasha arched her back and struggled.

"You're almost there. Six more to go," I said, knowing her skin would be on fire. It hurt. Stung. But she was taking it beautifully. "Countdown the final six." Ellis' breaths were shorter, and came faster as he vigorously rubbed her behind and I rubbed over my own erection.

"Now, Ellis." I had to adjust myself. My cock was as hard as it had ever been. "I want to hear her scream.

Smack.

"Six!" she managed when he landed one smartly on her right cheek. "Five!" she cried out when he placed one on the other side.

The next one had a searing intensity that allowed her barely a breath. "Four."

Sweat slicked her back and the next one landed one between her legs. "Three." She shuddered. "Please..."

"Please what?" I asked, knowing what she wanted.

She lifted her head and moved to stand in front, gripping her chin roughly with my hand to force it higher. Her chin trembled in my firm hold as beautiful tears filled her eyes. "I need to come, Sir."

Not answering, I reminded her, "Count little girl."

Smack.

"Three...?" I was proud of them both. Ellis had mastered her totally, completely. Gaining her trust. And her tears weren't from pain, they were from her surrender.

Smack.

"Two." More tears fell.

"Last one," said Ellis, breathing deeply to catch his own breath.

This spurred her on and her inner brat dug her toes into the floor to readjust herself. She turned her feet inward a little, knowing it would part her thighs a bit more.

My eyes flicked to Ellis, who had correctly read her wordless invitation and blazed the final slap directly on her tortured cunt.

She screamed, not counting the last number, wasn't capable of it. "I need to come," she panted out. "Please... Please..."  She was desperate, needy. "Please, Zack." She turned her head to Ellis. "Please, Ellis?"

He shifted his eyes to me, but I shook my head. "Thank your Dom for your punishment, Sasha."

Ellis's smile was all real with the honorific title. But tonight, he had earned it.

She sighed out. "Thank you, Ellis, Sir."

"Stand up." I helped her up, and I scooped her up in my arms, and deposited us in the seat behind me, adjusting her to sit on my lap sideways where she rested her head in the crook of my neck. Running a hand up the inside of her thigh, she opened her legs, and I slipped two fingers deep inside her. She sucked in a breath and waited. Sadistically, I held them there for a few seconds and then pulled them out.

Her head lifted, groaning. "Zack!"

"You will not come till later, when I fuck you fast and dirty, my sweet girl."  When had I gone from slut, whore... to my sweet girl? 

"Have I told you, your evil, Sir!?"

Smirking, I pressed a kiss to her crown, I wanted her needy and desperate for what I had planned.

Ellis, without prompting, found a bottled water and unscrewed the lid and offered it to Sasha. She thanked him and drank it down. Pressing another kiss to the top of her head, which was becoming a seriously worrying habit, I held her until her breathing normalised and then asked. "Are you okay with continuing, Sasha?"

"Hmmhmm."

"Words Sasha."

"Just a little longer, and then I'll be ready to play some more."

Good.

My eyes locked on Ellis's, who sat on the opposite seat and a wicked smile ghosted my lips. Your next, my boy.

It was my turn to play.