☼ Sasha ☼

The tension in Zack's body was a living, breathing thing as he lay naked on his bed, yanking against his restraints.

Yeah, you heard me right.  Zack was currently tied up or to be precise, cuffed to his bed.

Why?

Well, this was showing Zack, I might be submissive, but I wasn't a pushover. 

Ellis had his way of dealing—lashing out, but me, I was more subtle.

Zack's thick, dark eyebrows slanted inward, and if glares were lasers, I'd be one crispy critter right now. "You said you accepted my apology." His tone shifted into an icy demeanour, reaching a degree of frostiness that could give the North Pole a run for its money. "I even agreed to this!" He tugged again on the cuffs.

I was still wrapping my head around he played along and let me cuff him to the bed.

And yes, his apology had been sincere and yes I trusted his word, but... I just needed this one thing from him.

Well, that one thing... and his heart.

Zack already had his VIP section in my heart, but surprise, surprise—Ellis had a backstage pass, squeezing in like an uninvited concert crasher.

Which trust me, had been a surprise for me too. 

But there it was.  Fact.  Both of them had showed me what was missing in my life. And subbing was a better high than any drug and many times more addictive. It was like flying without any fear of the fall. At least not any fear until reality slapped me in the face reminding me that I might have to go back to my boring vanilla way of life at the end of summer. And by that time it would be too late to take back the parts of myself I'd already given away.

So I had to come up with a plan and fast.

Trouble was, I was dealing with two stubborn men. I wasn't afraid of going after what I wanted, and while success in any venture was never a sure thing, I wasn't giving up until both men could see it too.  Spoiler alert. I had a sneaking suspicion it was happening already.

"Sasha." This time he said my name like a four-letter word.

I found myself ogling him once again. The man was exquisite, there was no doubt about that. Sinfully ripped, a delectable combination of muscle, sinew, and all that smooth tanned skin. His chest muscles flexed, his abs bunching almost like...

Deep breaths.

Even tied to the bed he dominated the space and I knew it was time to get out of there before my libido got up front and centre and my ability to think a rational thought went 'poof'.  "Don't move. I'll be back..."

"You are not fucking leave me here—like this!?"

Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I bit back a giggle as my shoulders lifted to hug my ears and I closed the bedroom door behind me.

"Fuck!"  was growled in a deep rasp, followed by, "Just you wait till I get my hands..."

Nope. Couldn't contain my smile any longer as I hummed walking away from the bedroom and right into the kitchen to find Ellis sitting where I'd been sitting earlier and thankfully he had a mug of coffee in his hand instead of scotch—neat.

It raised red flags for me that he reached for the bottle every time things got tough. That's a worry on the rocks, no doubt.

Ellis's head lifted and he still looked pissed off. But Ellis wore grumpy well. A long second passed, a muscle in his jaw ticking in thought. Something was obviously still bothering him.

"You okay?"  I asked, walking past the table over to the sink, reaching for a glass, I poured myself some water. I didn't hear him move but his hands settling on my hips felt oddly reassuring. I leaned into him a little and lifted the glass to take a healthy gulp.

The brush of his mouth along the outer shell of my ear made me shiver. "Put the glass down, Sasha."

His voice had that tone, not quite as dominant as Zack's but a little more practice and he would have it down.

I did as he asked and he twisted me around to face him. I turned my head up, his blue eyes looked darker and almost stormy. I'd always thought he was insanely handsome, but now, the sight of him hit me like a blow to the chest, spreading warmth outward. 

I used to think of Ellis as that itch and once I'd scratched it, it would go away.  

Nope.

The more I got to see the man underneath the asshole costume, the more I wanted, and just the commanding pressure on my hips dragged a hot net through my blood, and lit a fire between my legs. My lips parted and his gaze dropped to my mouth before lifting back to my eyes.

"Ellis?" He opened his mouth but was cut short by—

"SASHA!"  That roar shook the walls.

 Ellis flicked his chin up. "Who swapped out his coffee with decaf?"

Wincing. "I may have left him cuffed to the bed... naked."

Ellis's eyes went comically round. "Seriously?" And then he cracked a smile. "This, I gotta see."

"No." I grabbed hold of his bicep, shaking my head. "Please..." Ellis going in there would not be a good idea.

Thankfully, he listened but asked, "How the fuck did you get him to agree to that?"

"Let's say his guilt and my fluttering of eyelashes is a dangerous combo."

"And what—is that his punishment?" He scoffed. "Seems he's getting off a little too easy if you ask me."

"To you maybe. But I heard what you said to him, that you were mad because you thought my feelings were hurt."

"Yeah, you were upset," he insisted.

"It was sweet of you to defend me but I wasn't upset in the way you think."

"What, so him sticking his dick into another guy's mouth doesn't royally piss you off?"

It was clear it upset him, although I wasn't sure he would admit it. "He had his dick in another submissive's mouth." I corrected.

He eyed me as if I were the proud owner of a two-headed unicorn. "Same difference," he deadpanned.

"No. No, it is not."  It wasn't the reason I got upset because I knew enough about the lifestyle to understand that some Dominants had protocols and would use any sub available. It wasn't as if it meant anything. I got that. It wasn't cheating because we didn't have that kind of relationship... yet.  

I was upset because he was running from his feelings instead of talking to me, us.

Cocking my head. "Why are you so upset?" I flipped the question around. If I had to guess, Ellis was navigating his sexuality and had found himself at an emotional crossroads, where his reality and beliefs were being challenged.

He simply shrugged. Not an answer I was happy with. "Let me answer for you. You want Zack." I didn't phrase it as a question. An uncomfortable tension subtly weaved its way into the space between us, casting its own shadow. I softened my next words. "It's not a bad thing, Ellis."

A furrowed brow, teetering on the edge of fury, darkened his expression. "I'm not into dudes."

"Not dudes." Emphasising dudes without rolling my eyes. "No. Just one man."

His frown deepened. "You think I'm gay!?" And before I could answer he shifted away from me, taking a step back. Then another. He thrust his hands into his hair, tugging hard, hard enough to inflict pain as he paced back and forth in front of me.

"Ellis..." I started and he stopped dead.

"Just don't—" tossing a hand in my direction. "Fuck," he growled and flipped around and left me standing there.

Oh, no.

He wasn't walking away from this. We were talking about it.

I was hot on his tail and grabbed his upper arm forcing him to stop. "Wait up." He stopped. The muscles in his back went rigid. "No. I don't think you're gay." I dropped my hand. "I see the way you look at me. You want me." Not to mention his mind-bending kisses. He slowly turned around. "But watching you with Zack... I wouldn't say you're as straight as you think either."

His eyes held mine for a beat and then he went right back to pacing, just a different location.

"Talk to me—" I stepped forward, but before I could get out another word, he stalked across the room, which had me stepping backwards until I felt the wall and Ellis crowded me, pressing me flat up against it. "Ellis—" His mouth landed on mine and I was struck silent, literally. My fingers curled around his biceps as though I needed something to hold on to. It was rough, passionate, and so intimate I could hardly focus. 

Between Ellis and Zack, I questioned whether I had any brain cells left, or if they were all on vacation sipping piña coladas somewhere.

As he slowed I took a second to savour him. Scotch and coffee. Nice.

"Did that feel gay, Duchess?" he whispered against my lips.

I could feel his erection pressing into me and his fingers against my thighs, and then one hand slipped between us and cupped my pussy through my yoga pants.

"It's not a bad thing to have feelings for Zack." He added pressure making my clit throb. But I knew he was trying to distract me. I put my hands against his chest. If I wanted him to stop, I could push him away, but I didn't.

He pressed his forehead against mine. "Something's wrong with me. This is payback for spending the last few years either high or pissed. I'm fucked up."

"No. You're not fucked up. There is nothing wrong with you. You're just you." He didn't move and I asked him, "Do you think I'm a freak?"

His head pulled back and he moved his hand. "You're not a freak. Why would you think that?"

"I get off on being spanked and enjoy being called a slut. A whore."

Grinning, Ellis ran his knuckles down my cheek. "I think you're a dirty little slut. Our dirty little slut. But I can't promise not to kill anyone else that calls you that."

And there it was, more feelings...sneaking into my chest and squeezing my heart a little tighter.

But I needed him to understand. "It's just... ugh, my 'needs' are weird sometimes. I get off being used, I know that. But after, I need to know..." I shook my head. "I need to know I'm not being used. And I know that makes no sense."

"I get it, Duchess."

Nodding. "Then don't try and put yourself in a box. Worry about labels. Zack is offering an opportunity for us to know ourselves better. To experiment."

"Yeah, well if we have to follow rules. Then so should he and that should include he can't stick his dick into any willing guy—sub."

"Agreed and I think we've made that clear."

He grunted not entirely convinced. It was time to step this up. "You up for some fun, whilst he's tied up?"

His trademark smirk slyly made an appearance. "What me and you?"

Fisting his t-shirt, I pulled him closer and ran a hand up and around the back of his neck, my fingers playing with the ends of his hair. "Hmm. I was thinking about what Nia said last night." His blank look called for a reminder. "Our Dom needs a lesson in what happens when he steps out of line."

He laughed. "Good luck with that!"

"I've already started. Taking his control was a start and next we play with him."  Surprisingly he didn't balk at my suggestion.

"Go on..."

"How about I show you how to give good head?" I teased and his jaw dropped.

"Fuuck," he stammered.

"I've played it out in my head many—"

"Duchess," he cut in. "Quit saying shit like that."

I laughed. "Why? Don't tell me you haven't thought about it. I saw the way you were grinding your dick against his when you were rolling around on the floor earlier."

The flush across his cheeks reached up to the tip of his ears. "Fuck."

I moved my hand to press on his chest. I could feel his heart beating so fast. Did my words scare or excite him?

"I won't push you Ellis, but you've kissed the man, he's sucked you off. Only think it's fair you return the favour, and who knows it might un-confuse you?"

His eyebrows lifted and the spotlight burn of his gaze literally warmed my skin. A flush rose to my cheeks as I sent him an easy smile. "I'm not hearing a no..."

"What, and you'd be okay with that?"

Might as well spill the truth. "I won't deny at first when I saw you and him kiss." My eyes lowered. "I was jealous." Ellis lifted my chin and I blew out an exaggerated breath. "But when I got over myself, I realised, it's hot. Like panties-going-up-in-flames-call the firefighters hot!"

"Yeah," he slowly nodded. "It's kinda hot watching you with Zack too." He ran his thumb across my bottom lip. "You're so fucking beautiful," he sighed. "You know that, right? And whatever happens here, I want to keep this going between you and me. In London or back home."

Wow. I hadn't expected that and for a brief pause in the wake of his words, I basked in the heat of his attention.  But time was a ticking. "We can talk about that later...c'mon."  I took his hand. "And look at it this way, if you hate it, we can blame the experiment on me and the alcohol." 

"Ugh...I can't believe I'm even considering this."

"Just follow my lead and go as far as you're comfortable with."

He grumbled but let me lead him to Zack's bedroom. Opening the door, I almost wanted to shut it again.

Oh shit, he looked angrier than a cat forced into a bath.

And with a subtle tic in his hands that were still cuffed he said, "Sasha," in a stern, deep tone reserved exclusively for commands and not requests. His hard jaw, which already looked like it could cut through glass clenched. "Un-cuff me. Now."

"Hmm. Not yet."

His eyes flicked from me to Ellis. "Ellis. Find the key. Strip search her if you have to!"

Ellis hissed out. "Tempting, but no can do, Boss." He shook his head. "I'm with Duchess on this one."

Letting go of Ellis's hand, I tugged at my bottom lip with my teeth and took off my vest top and let it drop to the floor. Lifting my foot, I kicked off my first shoe... and then the next. Hooking my fingers into my yoga pants, I shimmied out of them, letting them join the pile. A flush spread over my cheeks as I straightened and unclipped my bra. 

"What's going on?" Zack asked, and he might still be angry, but his cock was sure pleased to see me, rising to the occasion.

My bra hit the floor leaving me in just my black lace panties. No point in having them on either so they came off too. Hiking up my chin "Trust me you're gonna enjoy this."

"...I won't ask again," he warned.

I pressed my finger to my lips. "Shhhh. It would be a shame if I have to gag you."

Oh yeah, that made his blood boil and not in a good way and the snap of his teeth was vicious. 

"Sasha, I prefer to keep discipline private but, if you go through whatever fucked up plan you're thinking right now. When I get out of these fucking cuffs, I will throw your fucking naked ass over my shoulder and take you downstairs and put on a fucking show." A weird thrill washed right through me and my thighs clenched, however, he didn't stop there. "I'm not sure if your desire to be used and humiliated extends to strangers seeing me spanking your bare ass, but I will promise you—you won't be able to enjoy sitting for a fucking week."

I swallowed. That was a lot of fucks. But it also sounded pretty hot.

Though he might be furious with me, the way his eyes scorched my skin provided all the motivation I needed. The bed gave a little as I joined Zack.  Crawling over him, I straddled his thighs and my mouth brushed his. "You do know your threats are a win-win for me."

Not giving him time to reply I pressed my lips to his in a hungry kiss. My tongue darted into his mouth and I moaned as he sucked it in deeper. Zack slanted his head and his tongue followed mine into my mouth, hot and filled with the sweetness of something I didn't recognise. He used his teeth to catch my tongue, then released it and grazed them lightly over my bottom lip. I gasped and tangled my fingers in his thick hair.

"Zack. I need this. I want what you don't offer freely... to me, and Ellis. Just this one time."

He eyed me for a long time. "A little forward for a submissive, no?"

"It's nothing you can't handle."

He weighed up my words with his eyes shifting between me and Ellis before answering. "Fine, dirty girl. Do your worst."

I grinned. "Our pleasure." Trailing my tongue across his lips, I bit his chin and then I moved down his throat across his smooth chest teasing him with nips and kisses.

And soon enough I was face to face with his impressive  cock. Peering up at him he watched as I flicked my tongue out and circle the head. His cock twitched when I teased his slit, spitting out pre-cum which I swiped away quickly.  He hissed just a little when I sucked the head into my mouth and then slowly took the rest.

"Fuck, Sasha, that's... good."

I bobbed my head a few times, each time taking him to the back of my throat before I stopped and shifted to move onto my side. Lifting my head I found Ellis watching me. "You ready?"

Ellis sucked in a large breath and then reached around the back of his neck to grab hold of his t-shirt which he dragged over his head and tossed onto my clothes pile.  He didn't take off his jeans and I watched his pecs flex and tense as he joined me on the bed and kneeled on the other side of Zack. I wrapped my fist around the base of Zack's cock, holding it firmly, my voice soft when I said, "I want to watch you suck him."

Having my other hand on Zack's thigh I felt him tense up.

Ellis' fingers replaced mine as they curled around Zack's cock, the stroke feather-soft and fleeting. But then he leaned forward, his lips parting as he took him into the heat of his mouth. Unlike me who'd done this countless times, Ellis was hesitant. But, inch by inch, Zack's dick disappeared into Ellis's mouth. He stopped with about half his length inside and drew out.

Hissing in a breath between his teeth, Zack stared down at Ellis, eyes glazed with lust.

Yeah, he wasn't begging to be set free now!

I shifted so that I was kneeling in the same position Ellis was, at an angle, hovering over Zack. When I leaned down, my tongue snaked out to lick. Ellis gave me some room, mirroring my movements.

"Fuck," was followed by another sharp intake of breath...

I tried not to smile as both mine and Ellis's tongues licked up and down his thick length. Mine firm and determined, Ellis's hesitant yet eager. The muscles in Zack's forearms and stomach hardened as if it took all his strength not to thrust up.

Another lick and our tongues entwined. "He's all yours."

I shifted back and Ellis leaned down, taking Zack's cock back into his mouth and I cupped the back of his head guiding him slowly up and down.

"Do you like watching him?" asked Zack. "Yes." I answered without taking my eyes of Ellis.

"Un-cuff me, Sasha." I shifted my hand from Ellis's head.

Did I want to set him free yet?

"Please, Sasha..."

Another first for Zack...manners. "Well... seeing as you ask so politely."