††   Ellis  ††

Extracting my fingers from Sasha's ass, I glanced up to watch her chest heave under the weight of her climax.

Christ. I didn't think I'd ever seen her look more gorgeous. Spaced out, red-cheeked and open-mouthed with her dark hair all messed up and hanging loose.

My eyes wandered up to lock with his.

Zack's lazy smirk and hooded eyes sent my heart into an absolute frenzy in my chest. Damn, why did the man sometimes have me wishing I swung both ways?

You sucked cock, asshole. I think it's safe to say you swing both ways.

Ah, the sheer delight of my own thoughts—because who doesn't love a daily dose of sarcastic commentary from the peanut gallery inside my brain?  I tried to wrangle my nutty thoughts but maybe it was just easier to give in to whatever the fuck this was between us?

Because what happened here, this morning. A part of me didn't give a fuck he was a man with a dick. A big dick, but that's beside the point. And I didn't care that I loved pussy. This man was in my head and weirdly I didn't hate it.

"It's not over yet, dirty girl. Now you get to watch."

Watch?

Watch me be tied up and flogged?  Or...Fucking.  Us fucking.  Me and him. 

My ass clenched and maybe it's messed up because a part of me wanted it. Yet still,  I tried to keep any emotion from showing his words affected me.

"What do you think, Ellis?"

I knew he was trying to goad me. But here I was, toeing the line at the edge of that rabbit hole. Do I leap, hoping for Wonderland, or just send a postcard from the edge?

"That all depends—"  I said, waiting for his expression to change. It didn't.  "—On what you want her to watch."

He never answered but lifted himself and Sasha from the chair with me pushing back to get out of his way as he walked to the bed and gently lay her down, then dipped and from under the bed he pulled out some wipes and gently cleaned her face and passed her another so she could blow her nose. "Do you need anything, Sasha? Water, anything to eat? Some cream to help with the sting?"

She shook her head and reached for his hand and squeezed it. "I'm good Zack. Better than good and I like the sting."

How she handled that flogging was a mystery worthy of a Sherlock Holmes case. Her pain tolerance? Oh, it ventured into a territory so distant from mine that you'd need a telescope to catch a glimpse. Put me in her spot, and you'd witness a sob session to rival any drama queen.

Erotic pain? I could roll with that, but the extreme stuff she wanted? Nah, I'll pass faster than a cat dodging a bath.

"Are you absolutely certain?" he pressed her once more.

"I'm sure. Now didn't you say something about me getting to watch?" She pouted with all the drama of a silent movie star. 

Zack shook his head and turned his heated gaze on me. I couldn't get a good read on him but when I caught Sasha's eyes she grinned and then whilst Zack was still looking at me made a lewd gesture with her hand in front of her mouth and her tongue poking into her cheek... and then she winked at me.

I would never live it down.

Although for my first blow-job, I thought I did okay.  But back to right now, I would be straight (not literally) with him. "As long as it doesn't involve being flogged, caned or whipped, I'm pretty open to Sasha watching whatever you have planned."

Maybe it was the false bravado from the alcohol that lingered but I didn't budge when Zack ate the space between us and wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, pulling us together until our lips almost touched. "Tell me, Ellis. What do you need?"

I swallowed, it was distracting having his hard cock rub up against mine. "I don't know." I baited. "Why don't you tell me."

One hand was still on my neck, holding me in a punishing grip so I couldn't move—not that I'd want to, while the other travelled down my side until it slipped between our bodies and grabbed hold of my cock, squeezing me tight in his hand.

"I'll take that to mean, anything goes?" he asked.

At my height and bulk, I'm far from small. But in Zack's grip, though, I might as well be four feet tall by the way he was handling me, and I didn't hate it. Right now, I didn't hate anything he was doing to me.

Zack made a low humming sound in the back of his throat as his mouth closed over mine in a bruising kiss and my lack of resistance sang out my permission.

It was just the two of us now, well, and Sasha watching.

Was I ready for anything... and everything this man could throw at me?

Freeing my dick, he walked me backwards and when I bumped the bed, he followed me down without breaking our connection. And with neither of us wearing clothes, Zack's touch on my skin sparked a wildfire inside, every nerve ignited as if I'd been swept up in the heat of an inferno.

His hand fisted in my hair as he sucked on my bottom lip, then dipped into my mouth. Earlier I'd tried to take control of the kiss, but just like now Zack's grip tightened and a strangled moan breached my throat and Zack smiled against my lips.

"I want you, Ellis, do you understand what that means?" Zack skimmed his teeth along my jaw. Down my throat, where he sucked, then bit down hard, making my back arch as much as it could while he was on top of me with his hard cock grinding against mine. "Tell me you understand."

I groaned and his hand tightened to an almost sting at my roots. "I need the words, Ellis. I need to know you understand where this is heading." He pulled back, his hold on me may have been harsh but his words were almost soft. Too soft, unlike my dick which ached like a motherfucker.

A crease formed between my brow as I rose to search Zack's eyes. The moment of uncertainty, of his concern, did something weird inside my chest. A feeling formed. A feeling I wasn't sure what the hell to do with. But I wasn't stupid. I fully understood what he meant. That, and I trusted him. 

And I let that trust show in my eyes as I stared up at him, although I couldn't stop my smart-ass mouth from saying. "Sure, I get it. So are we planning to make camp here and chat all day? Thought you had a date with Paris or some shit to get to?"

Zack's eyes darkened even further, his feral smile showing he'd gotten all the reassurance he needed. He latched onto my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand, bracing himself with the same one so the weight of him effectively trapped me in place.

Using a knee, he parted my thighs, unbalancing the power dynamics between us even more. Not something I ever thought I wanted.

Not that it made me a sub or anything.

But his firm hold, almost painful and possessive was exactly what I needed right now.

Not that I would voice that aloud. Ever.

But I had to face the facts. I wasn't a hundred percent straight. I just hoped this plunge down the rabbit hole didn't fuck with my head later.

Zack tugged at my wrists. "Do you trust me, Ellis?" He reached between us and wrapped his hand around my cock again. The heat of his hand was so intense I shuddered and bucked into his hand.

When the sensitive head of my dick slicked with pre-come and Zack smoothed it around with his thumb, I wasn't sure my brain was functioning anymore. I jerked and gasped, and formed what I hoped were coherent sounds. "Yes. Yes, I fucking trust you."

"Mhm." Zack kissed down the curve of my throat. "I fucking hope so because I don't seem to have the restraint to hold back from you any longer... From either of you." His eyes briefly looked at Sasha. 

His tongue traced a line along my collarbone, a slow, torturous exploration and weirdly I didn't want him to rush it, that and it felt good just the way he held my dick. "I don't want to treat you like I treat all the others."

Those words added to the strange weight on my chest but then fucking jealousy slithered its way into my lust-fuelled thoughts.  I quickly stamped on that shit.

This was a one-time deal. Whatever this was, after it, he could go right back to his boys.

A sharp pain sliced through me, right next to my nipple, throbbing when Zack licked over the mark he'd left. 

"Fuck. Ow!" I jerked at my wrists again, my breath catching when Zack raised his head, locking eyes with me with a wicked smile that danced on the edge of evil. "Are you always a mean motherfucker?"

Zack made a non-committal sound, laving away the sting and the spot of blood with his tongue.

What the fuck!  He drew blood!

"Don't pout,'' he said with a smile, hinting at the sadist beneath that smooth veneer. "Although it is fucking cute."

Fucking cute!?

I caught Sasha's giggle, and my head snapped in her direction, shooting her a disapproving glare.

"What!? I'm jealous." She grinned. "He didn't make me bleed." 

I turned back to Zack and growled. "I'm not pouting. And quit fucking biting."

"Good, because I need you to understand something." Zack removed himself from me and was off the bed walking toward his cupboard.

Yeah, my eyes dropped to his ass. When I should be more worried about what the hell he might come back with from that cupboard.

I didn't have to worry, it was lube and he tore into the sealed top with his teeth. 

Hold up—lube?  Maybe I should fucking worry. 

"I won't leave you with any permanent marks. But I can't always promise I'll go easy on you."

The traitor.

My dick, not Zack.

Evidently, my cock was on board with that promise.

And here I go shooting my mouth off again. "Do you see 'handle with care'  tattooed anywhere on me?"

He smirked. "But I can promise you I will make you come harder than you ever had." He spilled clear liquid into his palm. "...Over and over again. And when your body has grown used to stretching around my dick, trust me nothing will ever fill you quite like it again. I fully intend to ruin you for any man I allow you to play with."

Any other man? He was tripping if he thought I'd be doing this again... with him or any other man.

Kneeling on the bed, he let the liquid drip over the base of my dick, over my balls, the coolness slipping along the cleft of my ass right to where it needed to be. The tip of one finger circled the sensitive ring and I hissed, grabbing onto his shoulders out of reflex.

Zack let out a throaty moan and latched his mouth into the side of my neck. I felt the scrape of his teeth and at the same time, he sank his finger in deep. "Hands where I left them," he commanded. "Hold onto the edge of the mattress if that helps."

I released my grip on his shoulders and stretched them above my head and hooked my fingers to the edge of the mattress, heels shifting restlessly as the burn inside me intensified.

Fucking hell.

I hissed louder this time as another finger joined the first, Zack stretching me and watching my face as I sucked in more air through my teeth.

The man had fucking thick fingers. Thicker than my body could adjust to, apparently.

How the fuck was a cock supposed to fit up there?

Perspiration coated my skin as my breath caught and I wrenched my hips, needing to get away from the pressure. "Fuck, Zack. I don't think..."

"Shh... You can." Lowering his voice. "Press against me." Zack eased back, kissing down my chest, only one finger inside me again. "You need to relax, you're so fucking tight. But I'll help you."

I tried to breathe through it and before I could tell him he might have to stop, Zack's tongue swirled around the head of my cock. Saliva slicked his lips, he slid them over me, hand gripping the base of my dick to guide him into his mouth, then right down his throat.

"Fuck!" I bucked and gasped, heat and pressure kicked off at the base of my spine, threatening to burst through me as Zack took me in his throat again. This time, my body didn't resist his fingers sliding in, going deeper. If anything, it welcomed the added sensation,

But fuck... if Zack didn't slow up a bit, all this would be over before it started. Except I wasn't in control to stop it. "Zack, Fuck. I'm gonna come too fast."

For some reason, this amused him and he chuckled again, tightening his hold on my dick. "Not until I let you. The more desperate you are, the less it will hurt when I'm inside you. Treat this as a lesson in patience... and begging won't help you, although don't let me stop you. I'd love to hear you beg."

A crazy laugh emptied my mouth as I clung to the mattress like I was hanging on the edge of a cliff. I lifted my head and looked down at him. The fucking sadist smiled up at me, using the tip of his wicked tongue to drive me a little more out of his mind as he worked my body with the finesse of a maestro, playing crazy fucked up notes of twisted pleasure.

Zack's evil smile grew as he fucked me with three fingers now, curving them to hit what I'd heard about. The prostate. I remembered hearing something... 'Oh, you'll know' when someone hits the right spot. There would be no second-guessing it.

Holy, fuck, they were right. The thing was like a trigger, turning me into a whimpering, pleading mess.

But then Zack proved he was a twisted motherfucker.

He withdrew his fingers, leaving me to be cursed with complete stillness and emptiness all at once.  Repeating his earlier question.  "Tell me what you need from me, Ellis."

Fuck. He was gonna try to make me say it.  I gritted my teeth, shaking my head.

But he simply shrugged and arched his brow. "Too bad..." Our eyes met for a heated moment. "Guess you've had enough."

Cocky-bastard. 

And because I was tighter than a coil in a spring-loaded trap. I cracked. "Fine. I want you. You know I fucking want you. Please? Tell me what you want me to say and I'll say it, you fucking bastard."

Chuckling, this time a low, amused sound that vibrated right into my overstimulated body. Zack rose over me. Cupping my cheek, he stole my breath with a deep kiss. "If you're going to call me names, maybe I should tie you up and flog your ass as punishment?"

He was kidding, right?

The look on his face said otherwise and damage control was in order. "Look, I know I'm being a dick here, but quit with the threats, yeah?"

Zack eased back and reached for the lube and slicked up his cock. I couldn't take my eyes off it as he then moved and settled his hips between my thighs.

Hot, hard, thickness nudged against my asshole while Zack stroked my damp hair away from my face. "I think you're just about desperate enough... don't you think?" His lips curved as he reached down to hook my knees over his arms, spreading me wide open and adding a bit more pressure. "I know what you're thinking, Ellis." I felt the pressure against my hole. "You're thinking this will be the only time my cock will be buried in your ass."

There were so many replies I could have thrown at him, but I couldn't think of one.

"But I promise you, after I fuck you, own this ass. You will beg me to fuck you."

I didn't have any comeback for that as he dipped to seal his mouth over mine.

And whatever I might've said was cut off by a moan as the hot, stretching pressure increased. The head of his dick broke through, opening me up more than I thought possible, but as the burning became almost painful, I remembered to push back. To let him in and it did. My body opened for him like he commanded it to do.

He let out a deep groan. "There we go...fuck, you're perfect." Zack slid deeper, slow, an inch at a time. And this time, I was fucking very grateful, because adjusting to how big his cock was had my body wanting to press forward and back away all at once. But Zack kept me right where he wanted me. "You feel so fucking good, Ellis." his voice was strained as he fucked me deeper with another few inches.

Soft praises and a weird feeling of complete fullness distracted me from the discomfort, Zack's body over mine, all hard muscle carved into a powerful form. He didn't say anything for a few moments, concentrating and keeping most of his weight off of me, carefully taking me until our bodies fitted together completely.

And when he rubbed against my prostate, again. All bets were off. I wanted him to let himself go. On an exhale. "Fuck me, Zack," I said through gritted teeth.

"You're not in control here," he said but his movements picked up speed, causing my hands to let go of the edge of the mattress as he stopped holding back. 

Never in my fucking lifetime did I think I would like the feeling of being used, but the idea of being this man's fuck toy had some strange appeal to it. In fact those with dark eyes and commanding tone, I got off on the idea that it was my body pleasing him, and I wanted him to take it.

"You feel so good around my cock."

I groaned again, his filthy words sending shockwaves coursing through my body.

"Sasha. Jerk his dick."

In a blink, her hand wrapped around my cock, moving in rhythm with his thrusts and squeezing the head on every upstroke.

Holy fuck.

My ass was already sore, but I didn't fucking care because he was right; I did feel good around his cock, and Sasha's tight grip on my dick was now making it hard to think straight.

"Fuck. Zack. I'm gonna come," I groaned out.

"Paint her fucking hand with it," he growled and with a couple more harsh slams of his body in mine, I was done. The climax stole every bit of air from my lungs as waves of heat and pleasure burned me from the inside out. I don't just spill cum all over Sasha's hand. I think some of it hit the ceiling.

A moment later, his thrusting slowed and I felt him shiver out his orgasm, a loud gasping groan echoing against the four walls.

And before I could let reality slap me in the face, Sasha's lips landed on mine and I welcomed them, whilst thinking to myself... One and done.

But he had been right about one thing... I'd come harder than I ever had. 

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A/N: Update: Sorry guys. Forgive me. No update Wednesday 7th - crazy busy week and not had time! Next update: Wednesday 14th... oooh. Valentines Day!