Chapter Nine
CHAPTER NINE
I like to think I’m a reasonable man.
Until I’m not.
~ Ethan
“HELLOOO!” CHLOÉ BANGED on the front door of The Office and stared up at the camera overhead. “Ethan? Zayne? I know you’re in there! We need to talk.”
Talkwas putting it mildly. With the way she was feeling right now, they’d be lucky if they got two calm words out of her.
How dare they? She couldn’t decide if she was hurt, angry, or embarrassed. But as she stood outside the club and stared at the black door, she was definitely feeling something, and the minute they opened the damn thing—
Bang. Bang. Bang.
“Helloooo!”
—she planned to tell them just that.
Now, she didn’t want to jump to conclusions, and maybe she’d misunderstood her conversation with Ethan yesterday. But from what she could recall, they’d agreed that it would be okay for her to go to work today as long as she kept a low profile.
But if that were the case, why had he gone behind her back today and had her père send her home? It made no sense.
The door was pulled open, saving her from any more self-doubt, and Lillian, their front desk manager, stood inside.
“Miss Chloé. Good afternoon. Can I help you?”
Not about to be sidelined by the fact that Lillian now knew her name, which was pretty awesome, Chloé walked inside and scanned the foyer in search of her two scheming doms.
“Are they here?”
Lillian arched a brow. “Ethan and Zayne, I presume?”
It was on the tip of Chloé’s tongue to be flippant, but at the last second, she caught herself. “Yes. I need to speak to them.”
“So I gathered.” Lillian walked around the counter, back to her computer. “Zayne is upstairs, and Ethan is—”
“Right here.”
Chloé whirled around to see Ethan stepping out from the doorway that led to the club downstairs. As always, he was impeccably put together in a casual grey suit and white open-collar shirt. His hands were in his pockets, projecting a relaxed demeanor, but the intensity in his eyes told an entirely different story.
That wasn’t about to stop her, though. Her anger and humiliation had joined forces now, and as she stood there thinking about Ethan and her fathers having a nice little chat about how to keep her out of trouble, her blood began to boil.
Talk about mortifying. She felt as though she’d just been grounded not only by her fathers but her boyfriends too.
There was the distinct mechanical sound of a door sliding open, and she glanced over her shoulder to see Zayne stepping out of the hidden hallway that led to their residence upstairs. But she was more focused on getting answers right now, and they lay with Ethan.
“Did you go and see my fathers this afternoon?”
Very calmly, he took a step toward her. “Yes. I did.”
Chloé waited for him to elaborate or maybe apologize. But when it was clear that was all she was going to get, she told herself to breathe.
Breathe in… Breathe out…
But unlike her yoga-loving père,that didn’t do shit for her. After everything that had happened this week, this was like the cherry on top of her humiliation sundae.
What was it with overprotective men in her life thinking they knew what was best for her?
“Are you out of your mind?”
“No. I actually like to think I’m rather sane.”
She scoffed.
“You disagree?”
“Yes,” she snapped, surprised steam wasn’t shooting out of her ears. “We were supposed to do that together. This weekend. You weren’t supposed to show up where I work and just introduce yourself.”
“I didn’t go there to introduce my—”
“No, you went there to tell them they needed to send me home and lock me in my room like I’m some fragile little flower.”
“Chloé, you need to calm down.”
“Je suis calme!” Chloé’s chest heaved with how worked up she was, and it wasn’t until several seconds of silence passed that she noticed Ethan’s bunched jaw as he stared her down.
“Lillian?” Ethan’s voice was that of a complete professional as he kept his eyes locked on Chloé’s. “Leave us, would you? Don’t come back until you’re called.”
“Yes, boss.” There was no hesitation in Lillian’s response, and she vanished, leaving the three of them in the foyer alone.
Chloé swallowed and angled her chin up, refusing to back down. This week had been like a whirlwind. She felt out of control, caught up in a vortex she couldn’t seem to get out of, and now this?
“Okay.” Ethan eyed her like one would a wild animal. “Now that we have some privacy, what seems to be the problem here?”
“I told you.” She walked forward and jabbed a finger into the air. “The problem is that you went behind my back to my parents, and as a result I was sent home like a child sent to her room.”
“Something you clearly didn’t do.”
“Seriously?” Chloé’s mouth fell open in disbelief. “That’s all you’ve got to say?”
Quick as a whip, Ethan grabbed her wrist and tugged her forward until their toes touched. “I’ve barely started to say what I’ve got to say. But I will not speak until you are ready to listen.”
What the hell did that mean?
Before she could ask, he began to walk forward, giving her no choice but to back up or fall, and her back met a solid wall of muscle—Zayne.
“Oh yes.” Ethan’s eyes narrowed. “Remember him? That would be your other dom, who you just disrespected in public. Now, we know you have been going through quite the ordeal lately. However, did you or did you not express during our dinner at Exquisite that you wished to remain our submissive?”
Oh shit. She’d never seen Ethan like this. He was cool, calm, and slightly terrifying—and it was in that moment she realized that she’d stepped over a line.
She’d always had a temper—she knew that. However, arguing with her doms in front of their employee probably hadn’t been the smartest move. Talk about worst sub ever. They were probably wondering what the hell they’d gotten themselves into.
When she didn’t immediately answer, Ethan’s eyes swept down over her in a way that made Chloé shift on her feet, and suddenly she felt like she was standing in the principal’s office.
“Well?” he prompted.
“I did say that, yes.”
“Yes what?”
Chloé swallowed. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. I was starting to think you’d forgotten that phrase. I’m pleased to see that’s not the case.”
“Of course not, and I’m sorry.” She shook her head, trying to backtrack now. “I shouldn’t have come in here so fired up, but I—”
“Stop. Talking.”
Ethan’s biting tone made Chloé clamp her mouth shut as his eyes shifted to Zayne. She didn’t dare turn, though, knowing somehow that Ethan was the one she needed to pay attention to.
“We understand why you’re here, even why you’re fired up.” Ethan reached out and took hold of her chin. “Which is why I allowed your initial outburst when you first arrived. But the continued backtalk in front of Lillian? I cannot let that slide. Do you understand?”
He stared her down, waiting for her response, and Chloé’s body answered the call first. Her thighs tightened and her core clenched, and her will to rebel began to crack. “Yes, sir.”
“We are your doms. You are our sub. This isn’t some game that we play—it’s our relationship, and it demands a certain amount of respect. Something you clearly forgot this afternoon. Would you agree?”
Ethan was right. She’d let everything that had recently happened get to her, and it had surfaced in this bratty reaction.
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry.”
“That may be. But it still doesn’t excuse your behavior, and it’s time for you to understand the consequences of your actions. Zayne?”
Zayne’s fingers flexed on her shoulders.
“Kneel, petite fille.”
Chloé blinked, not quite believing what she’d heard until Zayne added a gentle pressure.
Oh shit.It seemed whatever they were about to do to her, they were about to do right here. She moved down to her knees in the middle of the foyer.
“Eyes on me.”
She looked up at Ethan. He had removed his jacket, and as he looked down at her, he unbuttoned his sleeves and began to roll them up his forearms.
“We don’t take pleasure in this.” He reached for the button of his pants and unfastened them. “And if it had only been once, I might’ve let it slide.”
Zayne smoothed his hand over the back of her hair as Ethan reached out and drew his thumb along on her lower lip.
“But you couldn’t control yourself, and for that, you’ve earned everything we’re about to do to you.”
* * *
ZAYNE LOOKED AT the delicious picture Chloé made as she knelt on the floor between him and Ethan.
This was the last thing he’d expected to be doing this afternoon, but when he’d seen their security feed and noticed the mood she was in, he wasn’t surprised this was where they’d ended up. He’d told Ethan she wasn’t going to be happy with their interfering with her job, but talk about an understatement.
Chloé had been fuming mad. So much so she’d forgotten her place in the dynamics of their relationship. But if ever there was a time to teach her how to go about discussing any issues she might have with her doms, this was it.
They had no problem taking an argument behind closed doors—like Ethan had said, they’d given her a pass at first—but to show such disrespect in front of their employees? They weren’t about to let that fly, and it was time to discipline her.
First her mouth. Then her body. And Zayne was more than happy to set the stage for her punishment. He crouched down until he knelt behind Chloé, and twirled her hair gently down the center of her back.
“Put your palms flat on your thighs,” he whispered by her ear.
Chloé did as she was told, placing her hands on the soft material of her skirt where it flowed over her legs. The white floral dress was something he’d admired when he first stepped into the foyer. Now, it was a flirty tease as it brushed over her thighs—and judging by the outline of Ethan’s hard-on straining against his pants, he agreed.
Fuck, Zayne really hoped Chloé held out until the end of this, because he wanted to watch Ethan shove that monster between her naughty little lips—both sets of them.
Zayne wound Chloé’s hair around his wrist, then he took it in a firm grip and angled her face up toward Ethan. “Open your mouth.”
Her lips parted, and the tip of her pink tongue came out to wet them.
“Since you seem to have issues in controlling yourself today, Red, we’re going to practice.”
Ethan pulled his thick cock out and stroked the plump head along her lower lip. Jesus, that was hot. Zayne knew how fucking delicious Ethan’s dick was. But when Chloé went to tease the slit with her tongue, Zayne tightened his fist and tugged her head away.
“Uh uh. That’s not for you. Not today.” Zayne glanced up to see Ethan stroking himself inches from their faces. “You’ve been a bad girl, so all you’re allowed to do is keep still, keep quiet, and take what we give you. You will not come. You will practice control. This is a punishment. Not a reward. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
Zayne looked to Ethan and gave the go-ahead for him to continue.
Ethan moved back in to stand directly in front of her. “Slide your tongue out.”
Chloé immediately complied, and as Ethan began to rub himself all over it, a soft moan left her throat.
“You look so fucking sexy right now,” Zayne said by her ear as he wrapped an arm around her waist and began to inch her skirt up her thighs. With his eyes on Ethan, who was stroking himself up and down the center of her tongue, Zayne slipped his hands between her thighs. “Spread these.”
Chloé shifted the best she could, spreading her thighs. His fingers brushed over her panties, and he could feel the warm evidence of her arousal soaking through.
Ah, there it was. Her true nature resurfacing. Even though she was in trouble, and knew she was about to be punished, their girl was primed and ready.
Ethan pulled his dick off her tongue and slid it along her cheek, leaving a sticky path. “Do you know why you’re being punished today?”
“Yes, sir.”
Zayne rubbed his fingers over her wet panties, circling her clit.
“Why?” Ethan asked.
“I showed disrespect by arguing with you in front of Lillian.”
“That’s right, and if you want respect, you have to earn it.”
She nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“So now, you’re going to earn it.”
With that, he reached for the back of her head and thrust his cock between Chloé’s lips until he bottomed out. Her gagging cough that turned to a swallow made Zayne’s dick throb.
She was adjusting. He knew how that felt. Like you were going to choke and pass out, but at the same time you didn’t care because you wanted to prove to Ethan that you could handle it. A tear leaked from Chloé’s eye, but still she didn’t safe-word out or signal for reprieve, and that was fucking impressive.
Zayne leaned in and licked the tear from her cheek as he circled her clit a little faster. His jeans were all but strangling his dick now, his pre-cum making a sticky mess, as he enjoyed the up-close-and-personal face fuck.
Ethan grabbed her head with both hands and began to move in and out at a pace that was as sexy as it was torturous.
“Damn.” He tipped his head back and pushed in deeper, and Chloé’s muffled cry had Zayne releasing her to unzip his jeans. Tears were streaming down her cheeks freely now as she took more and more of Ethan. Zayne released her and got to his feet, freeing his own dick.
Ethan’s eyes found his and beckoned him closer. Zayne leaned over Chloé and went in for the kiss without a second thought. He opened his lips to Ethan’s assault, and it was as rough and brutal as what he was inflicting on Chloé. His tongue was rapacious as it swept Zayne’s mouth.
“Christ.” Zayne tore his mouth free as Ethan pulled his dick from Chloé’s lips, and her desperate whimper sounded good and frustrated—which was exactly the way they wanted her.
The two of them looked down at her, and Zayne wrapped the long strands of her hair around his hand and tugged her up to her feet.
“Hands above your head, Red.”
A shiver racked her body, but she immediately complied. Then he reached for the hem of that flirty little dress and dragged it up and off, leaving her in nothing but pure white panties.
“Fucking hell.” Ethan closed his eyes as though willing that control he prided himself on to come and save him.
Good luck with that,Zayne thought, as he tossed her dress over the counter. Chloé was one hell of a temptation as she stood between them now with her smooth, creamy skin, flaming curls of hair, and a scrap of material no bigger than a handkerchief covering her perfect ass.
He could only imagine how spectacular she looked from the front.
Zayne moved in behind her, letting her feel how hard she’d made him.
“Why are you being punished today?” he growled by her ear. It was always important to reiterate the reason for a punishment. That way, she knew it was the behavior they didn’t like, not her.
Chloé panted and licked her lips. “I was disrespectful and rude, sir.”
“That’s right,” he said, and drew her arms down. “And what are you going to do about that?”
“I’m going to take whatever punishment you both give, and earn back your respect.”
“Damn right you are.” Zayne stripped off his shirt, took hold of her arms, and tied them behind her back, nice and secure. Then he looked to Ethan. “Where do you want her?”
* * *
FUCK.
ETHAN HAD known this would be just as punishing for them as it was Chloé, but the tight, wet feeling of her mouth around his cock had almost pushed him over the edge. Luckily, though, he’d remembered the bigger goal, and somehow managed to employ that iron-clad patience of his and pull out. Looking at her now, though, was putting it to the test.
He reached down and gave his frustrated cock several pulls, wishing they were taking her upstairs to end this in a way that would be satisfying for all three of them. But that wasn’t the way punishments worked, and it was time she understood that.
He lowered his eyes over her flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and hard nipples. She was so fucking gorgeous, and with her arms now tied behind her back, her breasts were thrust out to him like gifts from God.
He reached out and ran the back of his fingers across one of the pointy tips, then looked around the foyer.
“There.”
Zayne took hold of her arm and spun her around to face the front desk.
Yes, that seemed fitting, since it was the first place she’d ever misbehaved in their presence by telling her little white lie.
“Bend her over,” Ethan ordered him. “Cheek on the counter. Panties on the floor.”
Zayne walked her over and slowly urged her down by the back of her neck until she was bent at a ninety-degree angle. Then he smoothed his hand over the soft fabric of Chloé’s panties.
They were pretty and delicate, and something about seeing Zayne playing with them made Ethan’s arousal increase tenfold—Zayne’s too, apparently.
“Mmm.” Zayne stroked his fingers down between her ass cheeks. “Something about seeing your wrists bound right here above these good-girl panties makes me wanna do things to you. Deviant, decadent things.”
Chloé whimpered and pushed back on him, but he quickly removed his hand.
“Behave yourself,” he growled, and Chloé froze as he slipped his fingers in the waistband and slowly slid the panties down her thighs.
As they pooled at her feet, Zayne knelt behind her, and Ethan reached down to stroke his cock. What a fucking sight. Chloé looked stunning bent over, vulnerable and ready for whatever they were going to give her, and Zayne looked like a starving man who’d just been seated at the table.
Zayne gripped her hips and canted her ass back toward him, then he tapped the back of her thigh. “Spread your legs.”
Chloé’s breathing was coming faster now, but she did as she was told.
“Are you ready to earn back our respect?” Ethan asked as Zayne reached for her ass cheeks and spread them open, and the pretty pink pucker and shiny pussy he revealed made Ethan’s dick jealous it wasn’t inside of her yet.
“Yes, sir.” Chloé nodded against the counter as Zayne stroked his thumb over her back hole.
“I’ll be the judge of that. Zayne? Now.”
Zayne yanked her hips back then and buried his face between her thighs, dragging his tongue through her sweet juices, and a muffled cry left her lips. He repeated the move several times and brought a hand into play, and as she began to rock back onto him and moan, Ethan barked, “Be still.”
Chloé froze, but Zayne’s hand on her ass gave her a cracking reminder why they were there. Her gasp of shock and pleasure let them know she was as deep into this as they were.
Zayne plumped her red cheeks between his hands and spread them wide, her virgin hole teasing them both—then, without a second thought, he dove in. Zayne licked, sucked, and bit at her until the sounds in the foyer were all sex, and then he added his thumb, pushing it inside.
Ethan pinched the head of his dick as he watched. Dirty fucker. The idea of being her first there was something they both wanted, and when she moaned and began to writhe like a woman about to break, it was clear she wanted it too.
But that was not about to happen.
“Stop.”
Zayne instantly obeyed and reached between Chloé’s legs, squeezing her pussy tight.
“You don’t get that tonight, petite fille. But thanks for the invitation. Zayne, come here.”
Zayne got to his feet and moved back by Ethan’s side, a smug look on his face as they took a minute to admire his handiwork.
“Ready to end this?” Ethan asked.
“My dick was ready about ten minutes ago.”
Ethan reached for Zayne’s stiff cock and gave him a rough stroke. Zayne groaned, his head falling back, and Ethan leaned in to bite him gently on the neck.
“Then let’s finish this, shall we?”
“Fuck yes.”
Ethan released him and walked over to Chloé, who was completely naked now, and brushed a hand over her bare ass before landing a firm swat across the cheek.
“Who do you belong to?”
She trembled but didn’t hesitate with her answer. “You and Zayne.”
“That’s right.” Ethan drew his fingers down between her legs to tease and torment her needy pussy.
She was hot and slick, her body primed for the taking, and when his fingers grazed her clit, she jerked.
It was time.
Ethan reached inside his pocket for his wallet and pulled a condom free. He heard a chuckle from behind as he tossed the wallet on the counter.
He glanced over his shoulder, and Zayne smirked. “Gotta love a man who’s always prepared.”
“You’d love me anyway.”
Zayne took the packet from him. “That’s true. I’ll love you even more if you say you have two of those.”
Ethan grunted as Zayne sheathed his dick for him, then he indicated his wallet on the counter. “Yours is in there.”
“See, always prepared.” Zayne snatched the wallet up and took care of himself as Ethan turned back to the silent, naked woman stretched out in front of them.
He stared down at the gold bracelets surrounding her wrists before covering her hands with one of his, then stroked his cock down the crack of her ass. Chloé shuddered. She knew what was about to happen next—and what wasn’t—and the knowledge that your body was not about to get what it so desperately wanted was often the worst punishment of all.
“It’s a shame you couldn’t have spoken about your concerns calmly when you first arrived, but maybe this will help you remember your manners next time.” He pushed forward and began to rock up against her, sliding his dick between her thighs. “Do you like that, petite fille? Do you like how that feels?”
She nodded, but that wasn’t good enough for him—he wanted to hear the desperate pleasure in her voice.
“Tell me. I want to hear it. Do you like how that feels? My dick teasing your clit?”
“Yes, sir.” Her voice was breathy, her pleasure evident.
“I can tell. Your juices are coating my cock like I’m already inside you.” She groaned, and Ethan brushed her hair aside and bent down over her until his mouth was by her ear. “You like being used this way, don’t you?”
Chloé licked her lips and nodded the best she could.
“Say it. Tell us.”
“Yes, sir. I love it. I want to please you both.”
“That’s what I thought, and that’s what you’re doing.” He straightened up, grabbed hold of her hips, and lined his cock up with her eager pussy. “Now stay still and take your punishment like a good little girl.”
With one solid thrust, he shoved himself inside her waiting body, pushing her up against the counter. A desperate cry left her as he pulled out of her and shoved in again, pulling her back onto his dick.
Chloé moaned as he continued to drive into her, balling her hands into fists between their bodies. He was on a mission now to teach, to punish, to dominate the woman who had dared forget her place in this relationship. And as her body began to pulse around his unrelenting cock, he pulled out of her, causing her to shout as her climax was once again denied.
Ethan wrapped a tight fist around his dick and cursed as he stepped aside for Zayne. Then his man went about handing out the next lesson. Ethan rolled his condom off and began to stroke in time to the slapping sounds of Zayne’s bare thighs against Chloé’s ass.
It didn’t take too long for Zayne to pull his dick free and for the two of them to deliver the final lesson of the evening. They came in a hot, satisfying mess all over their frustrated sub, teaching her what no words ever could.