☼  Sasha  ☼

I lay there and tried to focus on the man embracing me, and the one lay next to me and not on the annoying sound coming from the front door.

"How are you feeling, Sasha?" asked Zack pressing a soft kiss to the back of my head and hugging me tighter.

My smile was instant. "You mean being penetrated and mounted with two huge cocks stretching me into delirium?"

It didn't last long... the smile, as another round of raps even more persistent wiped it off my face.

Ugh...why couldn't they go away?

Ellis grumbled. "They ain't quitting."

"Whoever it is can fuck off," muttered Zack, sounding pissed off. "Ignore it," he repeated, then asked me again, "Tell me how you feel. Do you need anything?"

The rapping stopped, and I sighed out, finally.

"Emotionally, mentally I feel awesome..." And even though I was tired after the best sex of my life, my body reacted. It hummed and thrummed and welcomed the idea of more... just maybe a few more minutes to recover though. "My body feels like it just had sex with a tornado and an earthquake at the same time!" I giggled.

Ellis turned onto his side facing me and his fingers moved to my hip as he drew small patterns sending scores of bliss through my blood. "I was the earthquake," he said, smiling smugly.

Zack scoffed out a laugh and then his entire body stiffened behind me. "What the fuck!"

I lifted my head to see a man—holy shit—a freaking huge man—propping himself up against the door frame, arms crossed, watching us. He was a stranger, albeit a very tall, slightly menacing, and good-looking stranger even with the beard.

"I didn't realise you were playing with your food!" the stranger said, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Ooh, he had a British accent.

"How the fuck did you get in?" Zack snapped.

"Honey, your security is about as effective as a screen door on a submarine," the stranger drawled dryly.

Zack shot back, equally sarcastic, "That doesn't mean you can just let yourself the fuck in!"

Ellis practically growled. "Who the fuck is this joker?"

Zack was out of bed in a flash and already slipping on his slacks as he picked up his shirt and tossed it to me and then threw Ellis's jeans at him.

"Well, fuck," his accent changed to a fake southern one. "Y'all don't need to cover up on my behalf, I was liking the view."

My mouth fell open as I caught him checking me out—twice! Not that he was trying to be subtle about it.

"JK," warned Zack.

Ellis shoved off the sheet and got up giving us all a nice view of his ass.

"Actually," The stranger, JK cocked his head in Ellis's direction. "That view's pretty good too."

"Quit looking you fucking perv," snarled Ellis hoisting up his jeans

"Don't be shy handsome, an ass like that should be on display." He laughed.

"Stay here, I'll be back," said Zack gesturing for the man to move. Stepping aside he tipped his head toward me and then followed Zack out.

"Stay?" puffed out Ellis. "We're not fucking dogs!"

I slipped on Zack's shirt and fastened a few buttons, but not all the way, as I was hoping we'd be getting back in bed when Zack got rid of JK.

And what kind of name was JK?

But now I thought about it he looked familiar. "I'm sure I've seen that guy before."

"I don't give a fuck who he is, I didn't like the way he was looking at you!"

"What? He was staring at you—couldn't take his eyes off your ass and practically drooled? I mean, I can't blame him. It's a work of art."

Ellis couldn't suppress his grin. "If my ass distracted him from you, maybe I should start charging per viewing."

I made a tiny huffing sound planting my hands on my hips as he stalked toward me, his eyes glinting with amusement. Pulling me into a hug, he whispered, "Don't pout Duchess, you get a VIP pass."

"I told you I don't share... apart from Zack obviously."

He leaned in and kissed me, deep and possessive, making me feel every ounce of his claim on me... not to mention his erection was pressing into me. "You're the only woman I'm ever gonna want," he said, rubbing his nose up against mine. "Anyway, tell me, how did I do, y'know, being your Dom?"

His eyebrows wagged and I shrugged. "Hmm. I guess a solid six."

"Six out of ten?" he asked incredulously. I squeaked as he lifted me and tossed me over his shoulder, carrying me to the bed. He dumped me on the mattress with a bounce and then crawled over me.

"Well, you know what they say," he grinned. "Six is just a nine that's been knocked over by a sexy, talented Dom. I'll take it as a sign you were overwhelmed by my skills."

I laughed, shaking my head. "Keep telling yourself that, Mr. Six Out of Ten."

"Hey, maybe I should think of it as 60%—that's a passing grade!" He winked, leaning in to kiss me again.

I smirked, giving him a playful shove. "Maybe if you try again, you'll hit a solid seven."

He swallowed my giggles and when he came up for air asked. "Seriously though, are you okay with me in place of Zack? I know I can't—"

He looked worried as he placed my finger over his mouth to stop him. "Teasing aside," I said softly. "I trust you, Ellis. Completely. You made me feel safe, loved and very well used...and I saw how Zack reacted."

"Huh? How did he react?"

"He was proud and maybe a little surprised."

Ellis nodded his expressive softening. "Thank you for trusting me," he said, his voice a little thicker with emotion. "I love you, Sasha. You know that right?"

"Say it again," I whispered, a smile already blooming. "I like hearing it."

"I love you," he repeated.

"I love you too," I lifted my head and bit into his bottom lip. "Sir."

Ellis hissed licking the hurt away. "That's the fastest way to earn yourself a spanking, Duchess!"

I sighed dramatically. "I will bite a little harder next time."

He laughed and asked, "You want to grab a shower?"

I sucked in my bottom lip. "I'm gonna pass. I want to know what's going on between that guy and Zack's."

Ellis raised an eyebrow. "Duchess, Zack may be willing to open up to us on some level, but don't expect him to go full monty."

I snorted. "Full monty? Is that a British thing?"

Ellis smirked. "Yeah, it means Zack's not stripping down and laying bare all his secrets anytime soon."

Ellis was unaware of how much Zack had opened up and shared his past with me, and it wasn't my place to tell him. "I have a feeling this guy is here to help my dad... or maybe he's just really into bad security systems and dramatic entrances."

"Well," he rolled off me and pushed off the bed heading toward the bathroom. "Whatever it is, when he's fucked off I need to work on my score."

Roaming through the house I finally found them outside by the pool and I watched from the French doors in the kitchen. Zack as ever looked broody and intense, however, he had nothing on the guy he was talking to.

And as if they knew I was watching they both turned with Zack shooting me a look.

He said something else to JK and they made their way back to the house and opening the door the fresh salt air wafted in with them. I took a few steps back but didn't bother trying to act coy. "Who are you?"

JK with an arrogant swagger came closer practically towering over me, but I didn't back off. I hiked my chin higher, which earned me a chuckle. "I'm the villain, little girl."

"JK," warned Zack in the same tone he used earlier.

He didn't flinch but then again he didn't seem like the type of man who cared for anyone's orders. "You like to play with villains?"

"That depends," I clicked my tongue. "What kind of villain are you? After all, a villain to one person might be a hero to another." I hadn't realised he was tattooed but his shirt with the top buttons undone, I could see whorls of ink, shades of fire that crept up his chest.

"The sinning kind. The kind that enjoys cutting pretty things open and watching them bleed."

I blinked, then blinked again.

Did he just say that? Did he mean it?

The seriousness on his face gave me my answers and I gulped, much to his amusement.

"Enough. Text me when it's done," Zack ordered, his tone sharp.

"Nice to meet you, little girl," JK said with a chilling smile and as he walked out, he called over his shoulder, "You might want to get the door fixed."

Zack groaned and dragged a hand down his face.

I turned to Zack. "I know he's here to fix daddy's problem."

"Sasha..." He flicked me a quick sidelong glance and I almost flinched at the guarded look about him.

Oh please... I threw my hands up. "I've already told you, Daddy comes first for me. Not—" Helena. "—The egg donor slash nine-month incubator."

He stood there and stared all defiantly.

Fine. I gritted my teeth. Two could play this game.

"Don't tell me then. All that BS about being open," I brushed past him. "Forget it!"

His body heat surrounded mine drenching me in tiny electrical currents. With a quick exhale as if fortifying himself, he curled his fingers around my wrist spun me around and cupped my face. "Why can't you trust me? Some things are better left alone."

"What? You think I might one day wake up and feel bad?"

He didn't answer but I had one more nail to add to Helena's coffin.

"Even before her doing a Houdini from my life and pretending I didn't exist for years. Yesterday, just to confirm how much of a terrible person she is, I caught Jarrod balls deep in her ass!"

"Fucking?" he asked, his eyes darker beneath furrowed brows.

"Yeah, imagine my surprise." I rolled my eyes puffing. "She can rot in hell for all I care."

Did that make me a terrible person?

I didn't care. The people I loved were the ones that mattered more.

Zack studied me for a while but ultimately he knew I wouldn't let this drop. "JK fixes things and trust me you don't want to know more than that." His eyes pleaded. "Please, don't ask me."

Perhaps he was right, I didn't need details and I smiled and pushed up on my tippy-toes and kissed him. "Thank you for telling me."

"Is my son here?"

We both stilled and Zack shut his eyes and cursed under his breath before opening them and turning around. "Max."

Max, Ellis's dad took in our half-dressed state and levelled a look of pure fire. "Well, is he?"

And maybe not the best of timing, I heard Ellis. "Is he gone? Because even after a cold shower I'm still fucking hard—" he was cut off and a glance over my shoulder saw him standing there, damp from the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Dad? What the hell?"

That was it.

All hell broke loose.

Max flew at Zack who stepped away from me to take the full force of his body-slam.

"Ah, fuck," I heard Ellis.

They slammed into the glass door with Max growling in Zack's face. "I want to do much worse than mess up your pretty face right now."

The bruising to his face from my dad still looked pretty bad.

Zack, holding up his hands but not backing down, said, "Do your worst, Max. It won't change shit."

Ellis tried to get between them. "Christ. Dad, stop! What the fuck, why are you even here?"

Max breathed heavily through his nose, stepped back but held a hand pressed to Zack's chest keeping him pinned there. Not that Zack was trying to get away.

"What I'm doing here is to see this shit show for myself."

"See what?"

"Don't play dumb, Ellis. Ryan already told me about you and Sasha and Zack confessed what's going on between him and Sasha. And I know Zack well enough to know what's going on between the three of you!"

Nerves scattered down my spine. However, what struck me dumb was that Ellis didn't even blink or baulk and calmly said, "Whatever you think you know, it really doesn't matter, because I'm twenty-four, Dad and I don't need your permission or approval."

Oooh shit I winced and hissed through my teeth. That only seemed to make it worse.

"Are you kidding me? You're still wet behind the fucking ears!" Max yelled. "You got through college by the skin of your teeth, fucking, drinking and God only knows what else and now you're here." There was an accusation in his tone as his lethal glare was now aimed at Zack. "I sent him to you to give a dose of real life not make shit worse!"

"I didn't plan for it to turn out this way," said Zack with sincere remorse.

"Can we all just calm the hell down?" said Ellis.

Max's head spun in his direction so fast I felt whiplash."Calm down? Neither of you know what you're getting yourselves into."

The three of them started yelling over each other, I could hardly keep up and when I tried to get a word in, no one was listening.

My temper sparked.

This was just getting us nowhere and now frustrated beyond belief, I had a Verruca Salt moment, stomping my bare foot and screaming, pitching my tone so bats and dogs would hear me in the next state over. "That's enough!"

The three of them stopped, turning to look at me like I'd grown two heads. "Thank you. That's better," I breathed out, trying to calm myself. "Now quit acting like children and sit down at the table and discuss this like adults!"

Max hesitated, his eyes still narrowed on Zack.

Ellis, still tense, took a step back, watching his father warily. Zack nodded.

"Alright," Max finally said, his voice still gruff but quieter. "Let's talk."

"Err, yeah," started Ellis giving himself a glance-over "Give me a sec to dress."

"Yeah, good idea," snarked his dad.

Zack and Max went to sit and I joined them with Ellis returning soon after and taking a seat next to his dad, maybe worried he might lunge for Zack again.

"I will go first," I told them. "I know this is a shock and not what you want for Ellis or me, but we're adults and before you jump in and tell us again that we're too young. Then that's not a good enough reason for you to come in here and go all caveman. You're better than that Uncle Max." His face softened a little at me calling him that, but that's how I'd known him my whole life, he and Daddy were practically brothers.

Max nostrils flared. "You don't know him like I do." Eyes back on Zack. "Ryan told me you think you love Sasha?" He scoffed, shaking his head dismissively. "You really think you can change who you are?"

My eyes went round. He'd said that to my dad? Used the 'L' word?

"I'm trying," Zack said, then corrected himself. "I want to be the man they need me to be. The man I need to be, who can eventually deserve them."

Max dropped his elbows onto the table and scrubbed his face into his hands. "That's not good enough, Zack. The things you do, the life you lead."

I butted in. "Nothing happens between us without consent."

Max grumbled under his breath, clearly uncomfortable with what that meant.

Zack continued. "I know you think I'm not good enough for them and you're right, but they own a part of me that I'll never get back."

"I don't think you're capable of loving someone or comprehending what commitment means and with your past, I get it and don't blame you for the way you are, but they don't know the half of it."

"Who says we don't know?" I said, with Ellis shooting me a curious look but thankfully kept quiet. "Zack has been open about his past, and if anyone deserves to be loved and given a chance to find love—it's him." The surprise on Max's face told me hadn't expected me to know anything. "And you and daddy have always looked out for him since he lost his dad. If you didn't think he was a good person why would you do that?"

"I don't think he's a bad person, Sasha. I just don't think he is the right person for you two!" He looked at Ellis. "I know this is our fault after multiple miscarriages, you came along and we indulged you and coddled you too much."

"Look," began Ellis. "My sisters have always been perfect, and you and mom have basked in that—happily and loudly and I know I've been less..." he shrugged. "Well, not exactly great son material but for the first time since I can remember, I feel like I'm getting to know who I am and I want to see where this goes—" his head cocked in our direction. "—With them."

"What about your mother? She will have a heart attack when she finds out!"

"I'll talk to her."

"Damn right, you will. I'm not dropping this bag of stinking excrement on her."

I didn't like the comparison of our relationship to a stinking pile of poop! But I saw a glimmer of hope he was coming around—and that in my book was a win!

"I will, when we have figured this out ourselves."

I was so proud of Ellis for not backing down and yeah Zack had to prove himself to us but this went both ways—or three ways, we had to show him we were all in too and willing to stand up to anyone who couldn't see beyond the world's narrow view on right and wrong.

Max continued seemingly not ready to give up the fight just yet. "I know all about the lifestyle and a three-way relationship will never be considered normal outside of that world."

Zack, who had kept relatively quiet, spoke up. "You know I have the utmost respect for you and Ryan, you've been father figures and my closest friends and I would never do this to hurt either of you," He sighed. "And I know whatever I say won't alter your opinion right now, but give me time."

Under the table, my hand wandered to Zack's thigh and gave him a reassuring squeeze. His hand moved to rest over mine.

A part of me understood Max's and Daddy's disappointment in us but they couldn't hold us to some outdated standard of what normal looked like—not if they loved us.

Max finally grumbled and caved. "I don't have a choice do I?"

"Not where the three of us are concerned, no, Dad," tacking on, "You've always told me to go for what I want in life and I'm doing that right now."

We all sat there for another few minutes before Max ran another hand down his tired face. "I can't say I'm happy, but we brought you kids up to make your own decisions and own your mistakes."

That was as good a blessing as it was gonna get.

"Thanks, Dad."

I smiled. "Thank you, Uncle Max."

He grumbled and got up. "Don't leave it long telling your mother, I don't want her to find out from someone else," he threatened. "I didn't raise a coward. Got it?"

"Yeah, I got it." Ellis rose from his seat and gave his Dad a hug which started awkwardly but slowly both of them relaxed.

Ellis walked his Dad out and then sat back down with us. The three of us watched each other with emotions far too complex to solve in one day. Love and awe and thankfulness existed but so did a little fear and guilt too.

"Well, I think for our first challenge as a throuple it deserves a celebration!" I got up out of my seat and grabbed a bottle of champagne I'd spotted last night and three glasses. "Do me the honours?" I asked Zack who raised an eyebrow in that old, familiar way.

Popping the cork I took the bottle and poured it out and then handed one to each of them. "Here's to us!"

Ellis raised his glass and was now staring straight at me like he wanted to throw me over his shoulder like some caveman and drag me back into the bedroom and ravage me.

And yeah, I wanted that too.

Zack took a sip and then cocked his head, examining his glass. "You know," he drawled in that manner that could have passed for carefree, "I'm thinking this would taste even better if we sucked it off Sasha's tits."

"Count me fucking in," grinned Ellis.

I was grinning too and grabbed the bottle. "Only one way to find out, boys. Last to the bedroom—" I took off running, and they stumbled over each other trying to catch up.

As I ran, I couldn't help but smile. I was now certain that this thing between us was more than just physical. It was about trust, love, and the willingness to let our guard down with each other and deal with whatever shit came our way. We had a future!

~ ~

Three months later...

We were back in Amsterdam to attend the upcoming nuptials of Shawn, Monk and Nia, or rather a blessing with some kink thrown in ceremony.

And right now I was in the bathroom staring in the mirror watching the red lines vanish before my eyes.

Zack appeared behind me and stroked a tendril of hair from my shoulder and then grazed his fingertip up the side of my neck. "You really are extraordinarily beautiful," he remarked more to himself before his eyes finding mine.

My cheeks flushed as we stared at each other through the mirror. He had that hungry look on his face again, the one he only got around me and Ellis, but now it felt deeper, more charged, somehow. "Where's Ellis?"

"Snoring. You tired him out."

I grinned and then turned my attention back to my naked reflection... and my marks. "They'll be gone in a few hours."

Zack was teaching Ellis how to use the flogger on me and I'd loved every second but...

Zack flipped me around and angled my face up. "You sound sad about that."

I thought back to that night, the one that we never talked about, but a memory from that night had left its mark, but not a reason you might think.

That night, Zack had used a whip on me and the lines which had crisscrossed my skin had lasted days. At the time I hadn't been fully aware, the pain had become a blanket of fire, so I couldn't distinguish one stripe from another but seeing it painted into my skin had made me want it all the more.

I shrugged and offered him a smile.

"We will talk about it later but now, wash time." He scooped me into his arms and carried me into the shower.

I gasped as he set me down and turned on the water. He eased me under the spray, soaking my hair and every inch of my tired body. With the noise of water cascading around us and the heaviness of unspoken words, he grabbed my favourite strawberry body wash and squirted a generous amount into his hands. Zack started to wash me gently and I shut my eyes until he turned me around. I swayed a little, opening my eyes.

His hands continued to roam, to clean and my pulse sped up; my clit now ached for attention, again... needy little thing.

Almost as if he sensed my gathering need, his hands trailed from my back to my belly and down, down, down.

I groaned as he ran his fingers over my pussy. "Zack..."

"Let me wash you," he breathed. "Nothing more."

Ugh. Curse aftercare.

His touch became almost clinical, dipping inside me a little as if scooping out whatever remnants of semen remained. Only once he'd cleaned me thoroughly, did he bend his knees, turn me around, and nudge my legs apart.

His eyes locked on my pussy as his hands ran along the insides of my thighs.

Shadows darkened his face as he washed away the stickiness, the silver streams of dried pleasure.

He then rose and focused on washing my hair and I got lost in his fingers and sighed out.

By the time he rinsed me, applied conditioner, then ran his powerful hands over every inch to ensure he'd washed away all our sin, I was dripping wet and desperate for him.

Blinking back haze, I drank in his bareness.

His cock hung heavy with another erection.

"I'm ready," I told him.

"Ready?"

"Yes, Ready to fully, completely submit to you again."

He looked like he'd stopped breathing and then weirdly asked, "Why?"

"You can't figure it out?"

He blinked.

"Because I trust you and..." I wasn't sure how he would react to my next words, "And I love you if you haven't figured it out yet."

His eyes dropped.

"Hey, look at me," I said with a tone he wasn't used to from me. "I know you love me and Ellis."

"I—"

I cut in. "I know this is all new and you didn't grow up with someone showing you, telling you, but I know you feel it and—"

He cut in this time by pressing his finger over my lips and then moved them to take my hand and place it over his heart, which was beating wildly beneath my palm. "You mean everything to me, and here, you own me, Sasha."

My heart rate now matched his. "And Ellis too?"

"Yes, Ellis too."

Well, that might have been even better and we could work on the 'L' word.

And the kiss that followed had my toes curling and every hair standing on end and then I eek'd when he scooped me up again only this time he was walking us out of the shower soaking wet and into the bedroom room lying me on the bed and climbing on with me, moving over me with his mouth coming down on mine.

"Can anyone join in?" I heard Ellis say although he was half-asleep.

"I'm about to fuck this gorgeous woman, go grab the lube."

"What? So soon?"

They'd practically fucked me until I'd passed out after my flogging but I was a greedy, greedy girl.

"It's not for Sasha, Ellis." Ellis looked confused. "You're going to fuck me whilst I fuck her."

Now he was wide awake and grinning adorably. "What? You're serious?"

"Very."

Zack turned back to me. "Now where was I? Oh, yes." And his mouth found mine again.