†† Ellis ††

My head was still playing catch up with my body because the second Zack had cupped my balls, my mind had bailed without warning, thoughts unravelled and skittered away.

And I hated to admit it. But it had felt good.

Too fucking good.

Then, what had he called it... CBT? And after that, being spanked. Hell, even the pain had opened my eyes and at the same time, nothing could have prepared me for it.

The shit was unreal.

A total mind-fuck.

But not in a bad way.

So sitting here with a big fuck off grin, a rock-hard dick and euphoria rioting through my body, I waited for my reward.

Bring it fucking on... Duchess was about to suck my cock. Something else I thought would never happen in my lifetime.

Sasha sank to her knees, and I spread my thighs to give her room and whilst I rarely sought approval from anyone, I enjoyed the appreciation staring back at me from her.

She bit into her bottom lip, enticing me. Damn. They made Sasha for sex. "Jesus, Ellis. It looks bigger close-up." Her giggle was filthy. "I'm not sure I can swallow it all."

"Sasha..." warned Zack wrapping a hand in her hair and tugging her head back. "Cock-whores don't speak. They suck. Do I need to teach you another lesson?"

"No, Sir." Her smile was anything but sorry.

I wanted her mouth on my cock, but I also had a flashback to our earlier kiss and I wanted to do it again. Because once wasn't enough, however, that wasn't on the cards and my lips parted and my eyelids half closed when she grabbed my cock firmly in her small hand and licked down the sides, caressing my balls at the same time with her other hand.

I hummed when she sucked the head into her mouth, never letting up on stroking the shaft or playing with my sack.

"Fucking hell, Duchess." Her hot mouth sent a shiver right through me as she sucked me down, slowly. Cock-tease.

I'd never taken the time to appreciate the fucking beauty of a woman, the situation unfolding in front of me. And by that, I meant a woman on her knees, about to deep-throat my cock.

Who knew Sasha fucking Darling would have such a skilled mouth? The woman was an enigma.

"Fuck this." Zack moved closer. "You can do better than that! Deeper," he ordered, grabbing ahold of Sasha's hair by the nook of her neck. Forcing her to take more.

Nearly the whole way down, her throat was like a vise around the head and she gagged, making those pretty blue eyes water. She wasn't getting much more into her mouth, not that it mattered to me, just watching her had my balls tightening.

Glancing up at Zack, he had this look in his eyes I'd never seen before. But Sasha's mouth was too fucking distracting for me to analyse it. He was the only one still more or less dressed, minus the shirt. But there was no missing the hard-on he was sporting. He had also been hard when he'd punished me. I'd felt it pressed into me when he kissed me. Again.

And what was with that, huh?

I had never lusted after a guy in my life, but Zack... Zack wasn't just any guy.

You're straight. Remember that asshole.

I blinked as Zack shifted behind Sasha, tightening his grip on the back of her neck harder and more demanding. "I've changed my mind," he said, pressing his mouth to her ear. "I'm going to fuck your wet cunt with my fingers, little girl, and you're going to come all over them. You're going to ride my hand as you continue to suck his cock. Showing me just how good you're going to be when I watch you ride his dick later."

Sash moaned around my cock. Oh, yeah, she was on board with that idea. As was I.

His head lifted. "Fuck her face, Ellis. Give her what she needs. Hard. Rough. Don't think about it."

Okay. I got this. Moving a hand behind me to steady me. The other hand tangled in her hair and I lifted my hips from the bed, thrusting hard. Unforgiving.

And Sasha took it. Like a good little cock-whore.

"That's my good girl," Zack praised as Sasha rocked her hips, trying to relieve the ache that he had started, unable to beg him for it with her mouth full of my cock.

But he knew what she wanted. Zack always knew.

He knew us better than we knew ourselves.

"You want us to fuck this beautiful, tight cunt, don't you, Sasha? You're dripping wet, just waiting for our cocks to sink into you. You want us to fuck you so deep in your pussy and ass that you won't be able to walk for days and every time you move, you can still feel us there. That's what you want, isn't it? To be our little fuck-toy?"

Fucking hell.

He could talk filth better than any porno I'd seen.

More garbled noises from Sasha had my eyes shutting as I kept up the pace with the pressure in my balls increasing with each thrust.

"You are to both come. Right fucking now!"

Zack's growling command was what I heard as I unloaded, unsure if it was him telling me to come or just good timing on his part.

Whatever it was. Fuck. I'd never come so hard.

Sasha hummed and sucked till I went soft in her mouth and I fell back onto the bed with my chest rising and falling fast.

With my dick, limp and very fucking happy, I didn't know how long I lay there, but my head lifted to see Zack dressed. "I need you both ready to go in fifteen."

Oh yeah, I'd forgotten. We were going to his Amsterdam Club.

Had the plane landed already? I managed to push myself up and on wobbly legs, make my way toward the bathroom.

In the car, I still had a smile plastered on my face and even Sasha teasing me didn't wind me up. She also kept touching me, not sexually. A hand to my thigh. A stroke to my arm or hand.

It felt more... intimate.

I liked it.

Probably more than I should have.

Inside the club, Zack left us at the bar with instructions we could have no alcohol, only water.

Which was shitty, because I could have done with a stiff one. He then vanished, returning ten minutes later to lead us to an invitation-only viewing area.

The lighting was dimmed and inside were two men and a woman and they looked to already be in a scene.

One man, with his wide, muscular, bare chest looking shiny in the dim light, acknowledged Zack with a flick of his head.

I was trying not to stare at the other guy and the woman, who were on a wide, padded table, completely oblivious to us being there. She was sucking his cock. Then again, the plane could have gone down when I'd had Sasha's lips wrapped around my cock earlier and I wouldn't have noticed either.

The woman then lifted her head, a naughty smile on her lips as she fisted her hand around the base of the guy's dick. "Hey, Zack." She blew him a kiss. "You're just in time to see us torture our man. He's been working too hard. He needs to be punished."

Their man?

Okay.

Zack inclined his head and then motioned us to sit and watch. Sasha sat between us, her cheeks flushed and eyes wide, already engrossed in the unfolding scene.

Zack kept his voice low but loud enough I heard him speak. "That's Nia. Monk whose cock she's holding and the bigger guy is Shawn."

Nia had a tight hold on Monk's dick. The man was wearing a white dress shirt and black tie like he'd just stepped out of a business meeting. He had undone his pants and pulled them down enough to expose his dick and balls. He hadn't even taken his shoes off.

Just like the Monk guy, Nia, who I guess was a sub to one or maybe both of the guys, was dressed just as formally in a fitted top and pencil skirt and the highest heels I'd ever seen.

The entire scene looked like some naughty secretary role-play. Apart from the shirtless guy in leather pants, who looked like some kind of pool boy. Not sure how he fitted in. But if I had to guess Nia was about to get nailed by the guys-or her Doms?

"They are both Dom's and Nia is their submissive," Zack confirmed my suspicions and I noticed Zack watch them with a small smile pulling at his lips. Did he know these three intimately?

Still wide-eyed, cheeks rosy, Sasha reached for my hand and squeezed it while sucking on her bottom lip. I wasn't even sure she knew she was touching me, and it caused a tightening across my chest.

Her head then turned to Zack and asked. "Nia said her Dom needed to be punished. Can you do that, punish your Dom?"

Zack's dark eyes twinkled with amusement. "No."

Monk grabbed a fistful of Nia's hair, and the pool boy, Shawn, leaned over Monk and growled in her ear. "Excuse me, mignonne?"

Was that French?

"He seems mad-is he?" was Sasha's next question. "Or is this just a scene, and she's being bratty?"

Zack gave Sasha his full attention with a knowing look. "No, not mad, and yes, Nia's known for being a brat."

"Nia-" Monk's tone held a hard edge of warning as he tucked his still-hard dick back into his slacks. "That's enough."

"OK, fine. I'm sorry, Master." Nia didn't look sorry as she turned to us and winked at Sasha. Likely saying she recognised another brat when she saw one.

But she'd called him Master? I'd heard that honorary title too.

"I promise I'll be good, Master," teased Nia.

"Apology accepted." Shawn shrugged when Monk arched a brow at him. "We're not getting anything better. And I want to move this along."

"Do they share her-" asked Sasha. "-outside of the club?"

"Yes."

Zack didn't elaborate. But if I had to guess, she was asking if these three had a relationship outside the lifestyle.

Sasha squeezed my hand again, giddy as fuck. It was clear Duchess was a bit of a voyeur.

Hell, could she be any more perfect?

The French guy speaking drew my attention back to the scene. "Lie down, Monk." Shawn's French accent thickened and his voice sounded rougher. He stroked Nia's hair as she peered up at him.

Monk chuckled, adjusting the table into a reclined position, so he was partially sitting up. He undid his shirt and tie, took both off, and handed them to Nia, who folded them neatly and placed them on the bench.

Nia crawled onto the table between Monk's thighs. She pulled out his dick again and took him into her mouth without hesitation. Shawn stepped up to the head of the table and leaned in and kissed the man.

The hair prickled at the back of my neck. Okay. Not what I thought would happen and I could feel the heat of Zack's stare on me, but I just kept on watching the scene, keeping my face blank. But if he had looked at my groin, he'd see exactly what it was doing to me.

I was hard. Rock. Fucking. Hard.

Sasha let out a happy sigh as Monk took over, raking his fingers through Shawn's hair and drawing him down for a rough, fervent kiss. He groaned into Shawn's mouth as Nia's lips slid up and down his cock, faster and faster.

Letting out a gruff laugh, Shawn lifted his head. "You're not in charge tonight, Monk. Nia was right. Time to get you out of your head for a bit." He smirked and turned to their sub. "I want you naked," he ordered her, and she was up and stripping off quickly. "You too, Monk. Lose the pants."

Monk growled at the other guy. "I won't submit to you, Shawn." Monk held himself stiffly, as though the very idea stole all the pleasure from the scene. "I've told you before; I'm not sure why I agreed to this." As he said this, his eyes found Zack's.

Was this something they'd planned? This wasn't their normal thing?

Shawn moved his head from side to side. "You know we don't expect you to give up control. Just loosen your grip a little bit." Shawn lowered his lips to Monk's chest, flicking his tongue over an erect nipple. "Let us serve you."

I had to try to figure out what was happening here. Nia was their submissive, and they were both Dom's, but what? Shawn, also submitted to the other Dom, Monk.

I wasn't sure what the lesson was here, but I kept on watching, regardless.

"Shit." Monk ground his teeth as Shawn bit his nipple. His whole body shivered.

I heard Zack whisper to Sasha, and then she released my hand and moved to sit on his lap. She wriggled as Zack brought his hand down to her hips and, when she shot me a glance, I could tell she was turned on.

Not that I blamed her, and I had half a mind to ask Zack if we could skip this and go have some fun with our submissive.

... But then, I might not have the opportunity to see something like this play out again.

Although I couldn't tell you why I was so interested in these three strangers.

I watched Shawn kiss a path down over Monk's pelvis, taking Nia's lips as she lifted her head.

Then both Shawn and Nia licked Monk's dick, making the man hiss. Nia backed up a little, and Shawn took hold of Monk's dick. He circled the swollen head with his tongue. He then slid his lips down.

Wow, okay.

I shuffled on the seat and swallowed. Hard. My cheeks heated uncomfortably... and yet still I didn't look away.

Hands fisted at his sides, Monk's spine bowed. He cursed under his breath and brought his hand to the back of Shawn's head. Not holding him down. The interesting balance between the men made me feel torn between envy and lust as I watched them.

Confused by my mixed reaction and feelings I gave my head a little shake.

When Shawn came up for air, Monk gave him some kind of signal and then Shawn made a sharp motion to Nia with his hand, for her to come to him.

Monk watched as Nia and Shawn kissed as he moved his hands to her tit tugging hard on her nipple.

"You want to give them a show, Nia?" Monk shifted to get off the table and Nia adjusted to lie back, letting Monk spread her thighs wide open, displaying her pussy. He slid two fingers into her, thrusting them in deep before lifting his hand to Shawn's lips to let him suck them clean. "Let him fuck you while I fuck him. I have a feeling they should see how it's done."

My eyebrows slanted inward. Had I heard him, right?

My head turned and Zack's gaze slammed into mine. "You can safe-word at any time, Ellis."

He was offering me an out.

I blinked and turned back to the scene, forcing my racing thoughts to quiet as Shawn sank his long, thick cock into Nia's pussy. Shawn restrained Nia's wrists in one hand, using the other at the small of her back to lift her to every thrust.

Monk watched them fuck for a few moments, then took a condom and some lube out of the leather bag on the floor.

Fuck, was I gonna just sit here and watch a guy fuck another guy?

I tried to move, but it was like an invisible hand was around my throat, holding me there.

Sasha's hum disrupted the spell, causing me to turn towards her. She was wriggling as Zack slid his lips along her throat. Her eyes closed as she shivered with anticipation and desire. I was now torn with who to watch, but the twisted curiosity of the strangers won out as it was by far the most erotic thing I'd ever seen.

I wasn't sure if that just made me a voyeur or just plain curious.

But from the corner of my eye, I saw Zack draw the hem of Sasha's dress up for better access as his hand slipped between her thighs and her lips parted as Shawn pounded hard into his sub-girl. "Damn, that's hot," said Sasha, loud enough for Monk to glance her way and smile.

"Does watching them make you wish that were you, little girl?" asked Zack.

"Yes," she breathed.

"Dirty girl. Keep watching." Zack took both her hands in his big one and pressed them against her stomach. "And whilst you watch, I'm going to finger your sweet cunt. I want to feel you tighten around my fingers. To see if watching them fuck does as much for you as being spanked did."

"Mmhmm." Sasha spread her legs wider as Zack's hand slipped inside her panties. She moaned and her eyes shut.

Zack bit the side of her neck, just hard enough to get her attention. "Keep watching!"

With a subtle nod, she focused on the scene, while Zack teased her with the tip of his fingers. It looked like she was having difficulty keeping still.

But a glance at Zack told me he was about to make it more difficult for her to keep still.

"I'm going to let go of your hands, Sasha. Reach behind you and latch your fingers to my belt." Zack made a soft sound of approval when she obeyed. "Good girl. Now don't let go."

Sliding his hand over her ribs, and her tits, he dipped his hand into the V neckline of her dress. She whimpered as he freed one breast and rolled her pink nipple between his finger and thumb.

Now I could see why he'd told her not to put her bra back on, and I found it increasingly difficult to split my attention.

Sasha squirmed, her harsh breaths almost matching the other sub-girl, Nia's.

"That goes for you too, Ellis. I want you to watch them, not us."

His command had my head facing forward to see Shawn biting the inside of his cheek as Monk carefully prepared him, murmuring tender words as he pressed his lube-slicked fingers into the other man's ass. Shawn's jaw tensed, and he rested his forehead between Nia's tits.

Nia ran her head through his hair and whispered. "Relax, my love. You know he hates hurting you."

My ass clenched. There was no fucking way anything was going up my ass. It was strictly a one-way system, as the good lord intended.

Shawn released a strained laugh as Monk eased another finger in. "I can take it."

A loud CRACK! Startled me.

"Que diable!?" Shawn growled, moving to rise, huffing out an angry breath when Monk shoved him back down, pinning him against Nia. Shawn's head twisted, trying to look back at the guy. "What the fuck are you playing at, Monk?"

Leaning over Shawn, Monk rubbed the red handprint he'd left on the man's thigh. "You want me to hurt you, Shawn? I can do that. But if I'm going to fuck you, I need it to be good for both of us."

I gulped, listening and watching them.

"Merde! Fine!" Shawn pressed his eyes shut, calming slightly as Nia cupped his cheeks and kissed him. "I'll fucking relax."

Despite his words, it was pretty fucking obvious he was still tense as the head of Monk's dick-which trust me; the guy wasn't small, stretched him. Shawn hissed and Monk pulled back out and added more lube and then tried again, and this time pushed through the tight ring of muscle.

I winced but couldn't look away, watching Shawn finally release enough tension to let Monk's cock in, but it was painful to watch.

Fucking hell.

I was sweating buckets just witnessing it. It was disturbing and yet hot to watch and I was beyond trying to figure out the fascination.

Or the reason I was still hard.

My breathing increased with each thrust of the man's hips until Sasha's moans had me curious to see what Zack was doing. His teeth grazed her throat, noting that she never looked away from the scene. And weirdly, her body shifted as though she was feeling every deep thrust. Her cheeks were rosy red, and she panted as Nia threw her head back and screamed.

"Oh God." Sasha clenched her thighs against Zack's hand. "Please, Zack. May I come, Sir?"

I rubbed a hand over my hard-on and squeezed.

"Do you think you can be quiet, little girl?" He moved a hand to coax her thighs open as his thumb pressed over her erect clit. She moved restlessly against him, so close to losing control.

"I don't think I can, Sir..."

"Then don't be. I like you shameless, Sasha. Let them hear you." He caught her earlobe between his teeth and then said, "Come for me."

Shawn's deep groan and Monk's rough curses drowned Sasha's cries out, but I hardly noticed the three of them as I watched Sasha come undone, trembling in Zack's arms, escaping into the throes of ecstasy.

As her body sagged against him, Zack gently withdrew, adjusted her underwear and covered her breast so she wouldn't feel exposed when she came down from her euphoric high.

Zack pressed a kiss to her head and then turned to me. "Are you ready for more, Ellis?"

More? This entire scene. Fuck. It was the first time I'd ever experienced a high quite like it. And I wondered just what else I'd been missing out on. And maybe more importantly, just what I was getting myself into.

"Am I ready for more?"

He never answered, he just stared like he was trying to pluck the thoughts right out of my head. "I am here to learn," was my reply, and his subtle smile said that was the right answer.