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the perfect escape

clio evans

the fucket list

This novella has the following:

Role playing, intense degradation, humiliation, praise, breeding kink, cuckolding, forced proximity, pre-negotiations off page, pussy slapping, choking, rimming, Shibari, biting, double penetration, spanking, squirting, anal sex, and a heartwarming beach vacation full of fuckery between four people who do in fact love each other.

1/

rosie

Sunlight bounced off the waves in the distance, rippling across the ocean and kissing my long, tanned legs. Like a lizard, I was spread out on a beach chair, basking in the mid-afternoon glow. I soaked up every ounce of sun—along with the occasional lusty glances from strangers as they passed by—like a thirsty flower.

It was June, I was on vacation with my hot husband, and everything was perfect. 

“Here’s that frozen margarita you asked for, baby.”

I opened my eyes and smiled as he handed me a giant glass full of frosted peach slush. There was even a little red umbrella with flowers sprouting from the top next to a maraschino cherry. 

“Thank you, love,” I said, taking it from him. 

Greg was the perfect picture of a sexy, doting husband. Silver streaked his dark hair, and he’d trimmed his beard this morning so it was neat. Despite working over sixty hours a week as a neurosurgeon, he was religious about lifting weights every morning, and it showed in his well-defined muscles. He wore a bright blue speedo, sunscreen streaking the back of his neck from where I’d applied it. 

The last thing I wanted was to scratch a sunburn in the middle of a midnight lovemaking session, so I was on top of our SPF application. 

He gave me a wink, flashing his brilliant smile as he sat down in the beach chair next to me. We’d been working so hard this year, so he’d surprised me with a four-day getaway to the coast, whisking away on a first-class ride to paradise. The tender love and care was much needed, and I was grateful he’d thought ahead to do this for us. 

After nine years of marriage, he still knew how to keep things exciting and romantic—which was no small feat. Many of my friends who’d been married this long found themselves inking divorce papers or spending an outrageous amount of money on couple therapy.

I supported both of those avenues. Sometimes things didn’t work out, and that was okay. Hell, my friend Skye divorced her idiot husband and ended up in a four-way with her childhood best friend, that friend’s husband, and her stepbrother. 

Good for Skye, was all I could think.  

But I was thankful my Greg was Greg. 

He released a long, drawn-out sigh as he stretched on the chair, placing his hands behind his head. “So… I was thinking…”

I raised a brow and looked at him, letting my sunglasses slide down the bridge of my nose so I could peek over them. “Yes?”

“I signed us up for a fun activity,” he drawled. 

“Oh really?”

“Yes. Good for couples, I’ve heard.”

“And what activity is that? Swing dancing?”

He snorted. “You know I have two left feet, Rosie baby.”

I waited for him to continue. “Are you going to tell me?”

He smirked. “I like drawing out the suspense.”

“Greg.” I sighed. “Tell me, or else I’ll worry it’s something ridiculous.”

“It’s an escape room.”

Well, I apparently was right to worry. Goddamn it. “An escape room?”

He couldn’t be serious, right? I wrinkled my nose and pushed my sunglasses back up the bridge of my nose. A chuckle rumbled in his chest, and we both knew he was going to have to convince me it was a fun activity. 

I had zero interest in an escape room. I’d come on this vacation to get my back blown out and my brains fried by the sun. All I wanted was good sex, good margaritas, and good food. I didn’t want to think about problems that needed solving. 

“Isn’t that like a giant puzzle or something, Greg?” I whined. “I already do enough problem solving in my everyday life. I don’t want to think that hard on vacation.”

“It’ll be fun!” he exclaimed. “It’s a themed adventure, too. Some sort of beach thing or something.”

“Or something?” I scoffed. “You don’t even know, do you?”

He shrugged in a way that annoyed me. God, I loved this man. I really did. But sometimes, all I wanted to do was strangle him. He knew an escape room was the exact opposite of what I wanted, so why in the hell had he gotten it in his head that I would be up for it? Ugh. 

“I think you’ll like it.”

“I doubt it,” I said flatly. 

“Well, I paid a lot of money for it.”

“How much?”

“A couple grand.”

I sat straight up, some of my frozen margarita spilling on my thigh. I screeched as the icy peach drink slid across my warm skin, shooting him an evil look as his laugh rang out across the beach. 

“What in the hell is wrong with you?” I hissed, snatching a towel from his outstretched hand. “A couple grand? On a kids’ game?”

“It’s not a kids’ game,” he protested. “It’ll be a fun challenge.”

“Do we win anything?” I asked. 

“Confidence in our intelligence? Trust in each other? Knowing we’ve got sexy brains?”

“We already know that. And god knows you don’t need a bigger ego.”

He took a sip of his drink. “I promise it’ll be fun.”

“Greg.” I sighed. “Do we have to go? Can you get a refund? What happened to us just laying out on the beach? What happened to our plan?”

“It’s in an hour,” he announced. “And I swear, Rosie, it’ll be relaxing. How about you finish your margarita, then we’ll head back to our room and get dressed?”

Damn it. I really didn’t want to do a stupid escape room. I shot him another disgruntled look and resettled myself, scowling at the ocean. Palm leaves danced above me as a warm breeze blew across the beach. Chatter echoed from the family a few yards away from us. There were a few other people scattered here and there, including a couple of sexy men I’d been eyeing.

I took a long sip of my margarita and let out a long groan. “Fine. We’ll do the escape room. And you’ll make it up to me later.”

“Oh, I absolutely will,” he promised. 

I smiled, despite the temporary annoyance. 

That was the thing about Greg. 

He always kept his promises. 

One of the hot strangers I’d been eyeing since I’d sprawled out on this beach chair slowed as he walked by us. He had sea-salt-tangled blond hair drawn up into a loose bun and golden muscles for days. His jaw was sharp with a short, well-kept beard. Dark brown eyes danced with mischief and lust, an Adonis-like concoction of desire. The stranger was also tall. Really fucking tall. 

What in the hell are you doing? I mentally scolded myself. 

He tossed me a wink as he headed towards the door to the hotel. 

My brows shot up and I looked over at Greg, but he was obviously zoned out, reading a book on birds. Or whatever the hell that man was interested in today.  

The second man—a gruffer, bulkier dark-haired god—walked by, too. Despite his long legs, he took his time strolling past. His beard was far more rugged, his dark brows relaxing as he offered a soft, promising smile. 

My cheeks turned even redder under his brief, heated gaze. Once again, I looked over at Greg, but he didn’t notice. 

It didn’t hurt to look, right?

I wasn’t doing anything wrong.  

Right?                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

I took a long sip of my margarita as I watched those two head towards the door. Damn, they had fine asses. I wrinkled my nose and gazed out at the waves. 

I was feeling all hot and bothered now, and it wasn’t from the melting sun. 

“Greg,” I said. “I think I’m ready to go inside.”

He raised a brow, tearing his gaze from his book. “You sure?”

“Yes,” I said.

“You barely touched your margarita.”

“It’s fine.”

“Alright.” He sighed, sitting up. “Let’s go cool off.”

Cooling off was exactly what I needed. 

An hour later, my mood soured again as I followed Greg into the lobby of Submit to Escape. I hadn’t even bothered searching the place online, because I didn’t care. I was determined to participate in this ridiculous activity quickly, then go back to laying out on the beach. Hell, maybe I’d even go skinny dipping tonight. I could bask in the moonlight, just like I had been under the sun. 

I scowled, crossing my arms over my chest as Greg approached the front desk. A mirror on the stone wall reflected my appearance, and I sighed. 

At least I looked good. 

The dress I was wearing was short, pink, and covered in bright red cherries. A little bow in the front bunched the fabric, drawing my breasts together. I ran my palms down my waist, then smoothed down stray hairs on my head—my raven-black hair was short, but still a little mussed from the windy beach. I wore red platform heels that gave me a little extra height. 

The reflection of a chiseled face behind me drew my attention, and my heart lurched into my throat. 

Oh god.

The two men I’d seen on the beach earlier waited behind me while Greg got us checked in. Their eyes feasted on me in a way that had my muscles quivering. 

Swallowing hard, I pulled my attention from them and went to Greg, tucking my arm into his. 

“Good afternoon, ma’am,” the woman checking us in said. Her eyes darted to Greg, her cheeks flushed as she fawned over him. “Is this your first escape room?”

“Yes.” I sighed, giving Greg a dirty look. 

The man was all smiles—either genuinely clueless about my mood, or was leaning on nine years of marriage experience to know better than to acknowledge it. His dimples flashed as he looked at the young lady, and I narrowed my eyes as she batted her eyelashes. 

I cleared my throat, and she startled, stammering as she spoke. “Oh good, welcome. I’ll give you a walk-through once I get our other guests checked in.”

“Perfect,” I said, tugging Greg to the side. 

The blonde devil and his dark-haired sidekick approached the desk to sign their wavers. Occasionally, the dark-haired man glanced our way, a soft, teasing smile on his lips. His gaze raked over my body again, completely unashamed. 

Greg rolled his shoulders. “This will be fun.”

“I can’t believe you signed us up for this.” I sighed.

“It’ll be good,” he said. “You’ll have so much fun.”

I wrinkled my nose at him. “Sure. Have you ever done an escape room before?”

“A couple times,” he said. 

The woman at the front desk came around, clearing her throat. “If you’ll follow me, I’ll show you the presentation with the rules and everything you need to know.”

“Okay,” I said, glancing nervously at the other two. “Are you joining us?”

“Sure are,” the blond man said. 

I drummed my nails on my husband’s bicep. 

“This is Rosie, my wife,” Greg said pleasantly. “I’m Greg. Nice to meet you.”

He nodded, his shoulders relaxing with a smile. “I’m Ashton. This is Hawk.”

“Nice to meet you,” Hawk purred, his voice as deliciously deep as I’d imagined. 

Fucking behave, I scolded myself. 

“Is everyone ready?” the woman asked.

I sighed. “Let’s get this over with.”

She turned to lead us through a doorway and down a hall. Ashton and Hawk followed after her, but Greg gave my hand a pat. 

“I’m going to run to the restroom while you do the presentation. I’ll be back in a few minutes,” he said. 

“I can wait,” I said. 

He shook his head. “Go on. I’ll catch up.”

“Fine,” I muttered.

He released my hand, giving me a gentle push towards the two sexy men. I shot him one last dirty look, my ears burning at his dark chuckle as I followed after them. My heels clicked on the polished floors as we made our way down the hallway, the light dimming as we approached an open room. 

“We’ll pause here to watch the presentation. When you’re finished, you’ll go through this door here.” She gestured toward a door on the other side of the room with an ominous sign above it. 

Submit to Your Destiny.

I quirked a brow, wondering what kind of place this was. The walls were rough brown stone with faux moss and plants sprouting from the cracks. It had all the vibes of a temple maze, ruined only by the bright neon of the sign, sticking out like a sore thumb against the natural decorations. 

The woman pressed a button on the wall with a bright smile. “Enjoy.”

She exited the room, leaving me alone with the two sexy men and a screen on the wall displaying the so-called presentation. 

Ashton crossed his arms as he watched. He stood to my left, drawing my attention to his biceps more than I would have liked. Then there was Hawk—he stood to my right, flanking me. Standing between the two of them, I couldn’t help but notice how much taller they were than me. And I wasn’t short by any means—especially in my heels–but their presence made me feel like a diva with two sexy bodyguards. 

Where is Greg? I wondered as the screen flashed. 

“Welcome to Submit to Escape, your ultimate vacation escape room destination.”

The robotic voice started with the rules, which were fairly simple.  

Number one: No Harsh Force. The escape room was designed for us to solve without needing to break or damage anything. All of the props were either firmly secured or moveable, and wouldn’t need us to force anything to happen. 

Number two: Communication is Key.

Ashton chuckled as the presentation went over how important communication was while we worked together. He glanced over at me. “Think we can communicate well, sweetheart?”

I bristled. “Well, I certainly can.”

“We’ll find out,” Hawk chimed. 

I scoffed. Before I could tell them both to fuck off, the presentation continued on to the third rule. 

Number three: No Outside Devices.

We were to leave all our belongings on the hooks outside the door. No cell phones, no purses or bags. Just the clothes on my body. Preemptively, I hung up my small purse so I’d be ready when Greg returned. 

Number four: Ask for Hints

Easy peasy. If we got stuck on something, we could ask for a clue. There would be a red button on the wall we could press for the information. We only got three hints, though. 

The last rule flashed across the screen. 

“Number five: Follow All Rules.”

Whatever the game master told us was the major rule. His instructions would be crucial to us escaping, apparently. 

The presentation ended, and I heard a soft click. The door on the other side of the room slowly pushed ajar, and the sign above it flashed green. 

“We should wait for my husband…” I trailed off. 

“He’ll catch up,” Hawk said. “We’re on a time limit.”

I pressed my lips together. He had a point. We were on a time limit, and Greg had paid a shit ton of money for this experience. 

Ashton pulled the door open, smiling as he gestured. “After you, angel.”

With one last glance over my shoulder to see if Greg was coming, I crossed the room quickly, not sparing Hawk and Ashton a glance. 

Their eyes burned into me, and my pussy throbbed at the thought of being in a room with two hot strange men without my husband. 

It was naughty.

Naughty, naughty, naughty.

Maybe this was a bad idea. I started to turn around, but Hawk and Ashton had come through the door behind me, and the moment it slammed shut—the familiar click of a lock sliding into place rang through the room. 

I craned my head back, meeting the wide eyes of the two strangers. 

The two strangers I had no business being locked in a room with. 

Ashton reached back, pushing against the door. His muscles rippled as he gave it a firm shove, but it wasn’t budging. 

A deep voice boomed through the loudspeakers in the room—undoubtedly belonging to the game master.

“Your escape room adventure begins now. You can start by getting on your knees and sucking a stranger’s cock.”

2/

ashton

The room we were in was not decorated at all like the lobby or even the halls which led us here. Sand turned the floors gritty underfoot. The scent of salt hung in the air. Beach furniture decorated the small space, but was somewhat sparse. The walls were painted bright blue with a mural of a beach, the sound of waves lapping at the shore whooshed behind the harsh command of the game master. 

“Your escape room adventure begins now. You can start by getting on your knees and sucking a stranger’s cock.”

“What the fuck?” I snarled. 

My head whipped up at the speakers on the ceiling as if I were looking up to a mysterious god. One that was demanding us to do something we hadn’t signed up for. 

The words lingered between us and the beautiful woman. 

Shock rattled my system as I met her heated brown eyes. Pink bloomed in her smooth cheeks, the blush creeping down to her chest. From where I stood, I could see straight down her dress, to the roundness of her perfect breasts and how they were pushed together by that damned dainty little bow. 

I wanted to loop my finger through the string and give it a tug.

Hawk and I had watched her for hours today on the beach. She’d looked so damn good as she smoothed sunscreen down her long, tan legs, rubbing the lotion in tantalizing circles. Laying out in the sun, gorgeous and begging to be fucked. Her bathing suit hadn’t left much to the imagination, just like the slutty, short dress she wore now. 

She was beyond hot, but this was wrong. 

And I didn’t take commands well. 

I was dominant when it came to sex and kink. And I was one kinky fucker. Unashamed about it, too. I knew what I liked, and how I liked it. I was always the one in control. I was always the one telling everyone what to do. 

“There’s no way in hell I’m sucking their cocks,” Rosie announced, her throat constricting with a harsh swallow. “I’m married.”

Married to a stupid, useless man. I’d seen the guy around today too. How the fuck he’d been so oblivious to the clear ogling of his wife was beyond me. He was too busy smiling like a dumbass.

“She’s married.” I threw up my hands. “We didn’t agree to this.”

“If you want your husband to make it out alive, you will get on your knees and suck a cock.”

Rosie spun around, looking around the room with a bewildered expression. Hawk stiffened next to me, his thick brows drawing together. 

“What the fuck kind of escape room is this?” Hawk snarled. 

I shook my head angrily. “This is ridiculous.”

Hawk nodded, although my friend’s attention was on the beautiful woman. 

I’d known Hawk for years. I knew what lust looked like on him, and the way his dark gaze feasted on her told me everything I needed to know. He wanted little Rosie as much as I did, even if it was wrong. Even though she belonged to another man.

“We can’t do this,” Rosie rasped. 

I cleared my throat. “But… the rules.”

Rosie spun back to look at us, her gaze lit with fury. “The rules? You can’t seriously think that we have to do this. There has to be a way out. Let us out!”

Her voice pitched in a shout as she went around the room, shoving at the wall in different places. There was a second door, one which blended in with the beach mural, but it wouldn’t move. I decided to give it a try too, but it wasn’t one we could open. 

Hawk scratched his dark brown beard. “We may have to just do what the game master says.”

A screen on the wall flashed and drew our attention. 

A timer appeared in neon red-block letters. 

Two hours.

“You have two hours to save your husband. Submit to escape, or he will pay the price.”

That ominous voice rattled all of us. My heart hammered as I looked around the room again. 

I’d done escape rooms before. Usually the first room was simple. You looked for clues. You completed tasks that unveiled more clues. You got an overall objective you worked to complete with your escape room buddies. 

But this?

This was too much. 

The goal was clearly to save this beautiful woman’s husband. But at what cost? 

What exactly were they going to have us do? 

The screen blinked, and next to the timer appeared a camera feed. The handsome but oblivious husband, Greg, was chained to a chair. He was straining against it, his eyes wide as he thrashed against his restraints. 

“Greg!” Rosie screeched. “Oh my god!”

He couldn’t hear her. Rosie ran her nails through her satin hair, her shoulders heaving with panicked breaths. Hawk went to her, placing his broad hand gently on her upper back, rubbing circles over her tense muscles. 

“We’ll make it out,” he promised softly. 

Hawk always had a calming effect on people. She was a little panicked fawn, and he was soothing her with his voice and his touch. Rosie slowly relaxed, leaning into him. She sucked in a sharp breath, her pretty eyes full of tears as she looked at us.

“I have to save him,” she whispered, her voice catching in her throat. 

Greg continued to fight against his restraints on the screen.

I exhaled slowly. “I promise to help you, Rosie. However I can. And once we get out, we’ll make whoever did this pay.”

“I’ll help you too,” Hawk said, glancing over at me. “We just have to do what the game master says.”

I nodded. “For better or worse. It’s the rule. It’s… it’s still an escape room. So we should follow the game master’s commands, and we should be able to make it out of here. We’re smart. Between the three of us, I think we’ll figure out how to survive this.”

“We will,” Hawk said. “So…”

Rosie wiped her eyes, smearing a bit of mascara in a way that had my cock perking up. It was fucked up to be turned on by her right now, but she was breathtaking. And seeing this perfect woman a little messy? 

I was already hard. 

And I’d already been thinking about her all day…

She squared her shoulders, her arched brows pulling together. With one dark look at her husband on the screen and the timer that was steadily counting down, she slowly sank her knees to the sandy floor. 

Kneeling in front of us. 

Fuck.

I loved seeing her like this. 

“This is fucked up,” Hawk murmured, but I could hear any sort of restraint melting away from him. 

I was no better.

When Rosie tipped her chin up, her lips formed a cherry-red pout. “Who’s going first?”

Hawk let out a dark grunt, glancing over at me. I couldn’t help but look down at the shape of his erection straining against his stone-washed jeans. The zipper was fighting for its life to not pop open. I’d seen my friend’s cock a thousand times, but to see him this hard…

It excited me.

I wasn’t in any better condition. The Bermuda shorts I wore did little to keep my hard-on disguised. The floral pattern stretched around the outline of my cock. 

“I’m sorry about this,” Hawk rasped, looking down at Rosie. 

Her pink tongue darted out, dragging over her full bottom lip. “Whose cock am I sucking?”

“To receive your first mission, you must make him come. Every drop must be swallowed. And he must degrade you. Humiliate you. No further instructions at this time.”

“Fuck,” I rasped. I looked at her, making a face. “I…”

Rosie shook her head, her eyes still swimming with tears. “We have to do what he says. Every single thing.”

“Are you sure?” Hawk grunted. 

Rosie pressed her lips. “We have to. We have to save my husband. Do exactly what he tells us to, no matter what.”

“I can do that,” I whispered. 

“I can too,” Hawk agreed. 

There was a pause between the three of us. We were trapped in an escape room together, and the only way out was to commit sexual acts together while her husband was tied up. 

We had no choice but to fuck this gorgeous woman.  

“I want her first,” Hawk grunted under his breath. 

“No. You’ll wait your turn,” I commanded, my attention locking on her. “I’ll go first, angel.”

I stepped closer to her. Her breath was hot as she leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss against my cock through the fabric of my pants. Her lashes fluttered as she looked up at me. 

“Thank you for helping me, Sir,” she whispered.

Holy fuck.

Her kissing my cock nearly made me burst. Luckily, I had a little more restraint. But this situation, being trapped in a room with her and forced to fuck her mouth—it was all sending bolts of lust buzzing through my body. 

The way she looked at me caught me off guard—like she wanted this. All of the anger I’d carried about the situation melted into a simmering acceptance. 

“You like this, don’t you?” I growled. 

She shook her head, but wasn’t very convincing. “I hate this. I hate that I’ve been put in this situation with you. But we have to do exactly what he says. For Greg.”

For Greg.

The game master had commanded us to degrade her. 

To humiliate her.

“Check her pussy, Hawk,” I said to my friend. “Let’s take a look at what the little slut has to offer.”

Rosie moaned as my rough fingers slid into her silky hair. I grabbed a fistful, pulling her face against my shorts and holding her in place. She whimpered against me as Hawk leaned down, trailing his fingers down her spine and gripping the hem of her dress. He hiked up, and then let out a low whistle. 

“She’s not wearing panties.”

A low laugh escaped me as she shoved against my thighs. I released her slightly, forcing her gaze to meet mine. “Really? Why on earth would you go to an escape room without panties? Such a naughty little wife, aren’t you?”

“I wanted to taunt my husband,” she gasped. “I never signed up for this fucking thing! He signed us up! This was all for him!”

“Well…” I tightened my grip on her hair. “Now it’s all for us. Suck my cock, angel. Do what the game master says. The last thing we want is for your husband to pay the price for your disobedience.”

“Fuck you.” Her sharp nails raked over my thighs, leaving angry red streaks.

The pain shot straight to my cock. I growled as I used the fistful of hair to yank her head back, keeping her in place, as I unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts with my other hand. My shorts fell to the floor, my boxers following. 

Her cheeks flushed as she took in the sight of my cock. 

“Bet your husband doesn’t have a cock like this,” I said. “And I bet he’d be shocked to see you take every fucking inch down that throat.”

“Fuck you,” she sneered again. 

Hawk knelt down behind her, his hands sliding up and down her body. She pushed her hips back, trying to shove him away. 

“Use her.”

The command echoed through the room. 

The three of us stiffened for a moment. My eyes lifted to the screen, to her husband. Her poor, helpless husband. Fighting for his life.

“He has no idea what you’d do to save him, huh?” I whispered. 

“No,” she whimpered. “I’d do anything for him.”

We know you would.

Without another word, she leaned forward, closing her lips around the head of my cock. I gasped as she took me into the heat of her mouth, taking every inch until I hit the back of her throat. 

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned, my grip loosening on her head. “Fuck, she feels good, Hawk.”

He grunted. “She’s soaked down here. She’s getting turned on by this. I think she likes being forced to fuck two strangers to save her husband.”

Rosie stiffened, but between my cock in her mouth and Hawk’s hands on her body—there was no escaping us. She whimpered as I dragged my hips back and then thrust forward, taking more of her throat until she gagged around me. Her nails raked my skin and left angry red streaks, but I didn’t care. 

The game master had told us to degrade her. 

To humiliate her.

“We’ll save that pathetic husband of yours,” I huffed as I pumped in and out. “And we’ll make sure this pussy gets used exactly as it deserves to be used. Isn’t that right, Hawk?”

“It is,” he growled. “And who knows. By the end of it, maybe you won’t even want to escape.”

3/

rosie

Lust, pleasure, and humiliation all hummed in my body as the sexy stranger’s cock glided in and out of my mouth. My eyes rolled back as I took him, my mind bouncing between enjoying every second of being fucked this way and worrying about Greg. 

Fucking Greg.

He was the reason we were in the mess. For such a smart man, he always got us into the strangest and most unfortunate situations. Like paying thousands of dollars just so he could end up as a hostage, and for his wife to have to save him by fucking two strangers. 

I was going to save that asshole and never let him live this down. 

I choked around Ashton’s cock, sputtering as he dragged himself free and let me take a breath. I panted, a long whimper escaping me as Hawk’s calloused fingertips circled my clit. 

Not wearing panties had been a bad choice, in retrospect. I’d thought I’d torture Greg a little for making me do this escape room. But that had backfired, and now I was riding the hand of a man I didn’t know. 

My lips parted as Ashton drove forward again. My vision blurred with tears as I sucked, and damn it. I loved sucking cock. It was one of my favorite things to do. There was something about submitting this way that never failed to make me feel like a wanton whore, and I loved that mix of degradation and pleasure. 

I loved pleasing the person I was with. 

Given how hard he was, and how loud his grunts and groans were, I knew I was pleasing him. 

I groaned around his cock as I felt Hawk’s bulky, hard body press against mine. My hips rocked and I humped his fingers without shame, chasing my own orgasm that was just out of sight. He was teasing me, chipping away the last of my morals and reservations.

“God damn,” Hawk grunted. “She’s so fucking wet, Ash. She’s taking every fucking inch of your cock.”

“She needs to take more.”

I accepted the challenge. My eyes rolled back as I took as much into my mouth as possible, feeling the bulk of him in my throat with each full pump of his hips. 

Hawk continued to play with my pussy, occasionally sliding two thick fingers against my entrance, dipping them inside me and using my wetness to tease my clit. I felt the roughness of his beard against the curve of my neck as he planted a kiss there, sending a shiver of need up my spine. 

“I’m so close,” Ash grunted. “Fuck.”

His thrusts turned needier. Hungrier. Hurried pumps into my mouth, his cock straining as he used me how he pleased. I just wanted him to come. I just wanted him to come down my throat so I could swallow every single drop like a good girl. 

For Greg.

To save my damsel of a husband, right? 

Because I was a good, devoted wife. A loving, devoted wife who’d do whatever I had to in order to get him back. 

With a low grunt, Ashton gave one final thrust, holding my head in place as hot cum shot into my mouth. The salty taste of him unlocked a deeper thirst for more, my hips moving with abandon as I attempted to chase my own orgasm. 

But Hawk wasn’t going to let me have it. 

The moment Ashton pulled back, Hawk removed his hand from my wet pussy. I gasped, licking my lips as I sank onto my heels, practically dripping. 

Humiliation washed over me. I couldn’t believe I’d just done that.

Another click. The three of us looked up as the second door in the room popped open, revealing a second passageway. 

“First task completed,” Hawk said, his voice thick with lust. 

I turned, looking back at him. Down at his own cock. A wet spot bloomed over the denim. 

Oh my god. “Did you come in your pants?” I asked in shock. 

He licked his lips. “Don’t worry, darling. I’ve always got plenty more if you want it… or if the game master demands it.”

My cheeks burned.

“Let’s go,” Ash said, holding out his hand. 

I took it and he pulled me to stand. I swayed on my feet, but then Hawk was there, his body a hard wall for me to lean against. And now, I was sandwiched between them, my head falling back as I looked up at the two men. 

“How are you doing?” Hawk whispered. 

“Good,” I said. “I’m good.”

They both nodded. “Good,” Ash said. “Let’s see what’s in the next room.”

I could still taste his cum on my tongue as we left the beach themed room behind. The lights in the hallway were dark blue, the sound of water trickling through the dimly-lit space. As the three of us crowded in, the door behind us shut and locked by itself. 

“Well,” Ash said. “There’s no going back now.”

I hummed in agreement as he took the lead. I turned my head, looking at the rough-hewn stone walls, blue lights dancing as if we were underwater. A metal diving suit sat in the corner, faux seaweed clinging to it as we rounded a corner and came to a new room. 

“Oh.” My jaw nearly hit the floor. 

This room had a spanking bench, a St. Andrew’s Cross, and a treasure chest at the foot of a massive shell-shaped bed. Silk sheets stretched over the round mattress, and countless pillows were piled against the headboard. 

Ashton, Hawk, and I went still as another screen mounted on the wall flashed on. The timer was still counting down, promising an end to this situation—but whether or not that ending would be happy was clearly up to us. 

The game master’s voice didn’t come over the speakers this time. Instead, we were met with the peaceful sounds of the ocean and the horrible timer clicking. 

“What do we do?” I whispered. 

“We have to figure it out, I think,” Ash said. “It’s an escape room. So we have to figure out what tasks we need to complete in order to get through to the next place.”

A heavy silence hung between the three of us. My eyes drifted to the cross, and then the bench. 

“Is that….” I trailed off, unable to finish my question. 

“That’s a spanking bench,” Hawk said. 

“Right,” I whispered, my cheeks turning crimson. 

Heat crawled up my spine. Ash turned to look at us, his gaze hard but full of lust. “It’s time for you to serve Hawk, angel. He’s been so patient. I think he deserves some love.”

“What do we do?” I asked. 

“Let’s try the bench out,” Hawk said. “We can see if that unlocks anything...”

Once again, I was conflicted. 

I loved being spanked. 

I didn’t love being trapped in a room with two…

Hot men?

“Ugh,” I sighed.

“Come on,” Hawk urged. “There’s only an hour and a half left, and we have no idea how long this may take.”

The timer blinked, a constant reminder of the task at hand. 

I waited for a moment, expecting the game master's voice to boom through the room again. But we were met with silence. 

Knowing that we were being watched, and that somewhere my husband was tied up and trying to escape, turned me on. I felt embarrassed to admit it to myself, but it was true.

Every step forward to the spanking bench made me realize just how wet I was. How desperate I was to come. 

What did that say about me? Was it just a valiant effort to rescue my husband? 

The bench was made of wood and black leather. It was cushioned for kneeling, and had a place to brace arms. 

Admittedly, I was familiar with this type of furniture. 

With all of the BDSM items in this room, actually. 

Nine years of marriage to Greg, and the two of us had explored a lot of kinks. I’d lost count of how many times I’d found myself willingly bending over a bench and begging for his hand to spank my ass over and over until I was a blubbering, whimpering mess. 

With those memories in mind, I melted down onto the bench, leaning over and bracing myself. 

“She already knows what to do,” Hawk said with a chuckle. “Does it feel good to bend over for a stranger, darling?”

“Fuck you,” I whispered. 

Hawk circled me like a shark. There was blood in the water, and he was ready to devour every part of me. Every time he walked in front of the bench, my gaze dipped to his hard cock in his pants—just waiting to be let free.

A streak of impatience ran through me. “We don't have all day,” I snapped.

He let out a dark chuckle, one that was mirrored by Ashton. 

I glanced over my shoulder at the blonde Norse god, my eyes widening as he pulled off his shirt, tossing it to the floor. He was completely naked as he walked across the room to the clamshell bed. The spanking bench faced it, which meant I now had a perfect view of him as he sprawled out, his hand closing around the base of his cock, pumping it in lazy strokes as he watched his friend circle me.

Hawk paused behind me. His hand was hot against my skin as he raked up my skirt, bunching the fabric around my waist and exposing my ass and pussy completely. I shivered as his palm rubbed each cheek. 

“Let’s see if this gets us anywhere,” he murmured. 

“I thought you were going to fuck me…”

His hand stopped rubbing for a moment, but then continued. “I will, angel. Soon. But this is a spanking bench, and I have a feeling we’ll have to make proper use of it if we’re going to save your husband.”

“Well, you’d better be good at this,” I snapped. “Not just anyone knows how to give a good spanking.”

“Oh, it’ll be good.”

His rough palm sent another shiver through me. He rubbed circles on each cheek, giving each a small slap, building up the momentum and the intensity. 

The first true spank took me off guard. I yelped, the pain snapping through me and awakening a deep lust that I’d been chasing all week. This was the kind of submission I’d been craving on this vacation. The kind of fucking I’d needed. 

My eyes fluttered, a sharp breath dragged between my parted lips. Hawk spanked me again, the heavy thud rocking my entire body. I felt it reverberate all the way to my bones, my pussy responding with a pulse. 

Fuck.

I needed more.

I met Ashton’s gaze. His haughty smirk. It was enough to awaken my anger again, but then Hawk spanked me a third-fourth-fifth time. All my thoughts crumbled. All my resistance evaporated. 

“Fuck,” I gasped, pushing my ass back to meet the next strike. 

And of course, he withheld it. “Look at this eager little cunt,” Hawk purred. “Did you see that, Ash?”

“I sure as fuck did,” he said. “You should see her face. The way her eyes cross every time you spank her. She’s pathetic and needy, isn’t she?”

His thick fingers dragged over the seam of my pussy, coated with my essence. He slid two inside of me and I cried out, arching as I squeezed around him. 

“Fucking christ,” he rasped. 

He pulled his fingers out and then moved them to my lips, pushing them inside my mouth. 

“Clean that mess up. Now.”

I sucked them dutifully. The taste of myself was sweet in my mouth, my muscles shaking as his other hand smacked my ass. I kept sucking as he spanked me over and over, the constant battering pain building. 

I whimpered and realized… 

“She’s fucking drooling,” Ash said, launching himself off the bed as spit rolled down my chin. 

It was so embarrassing, but he was right. I was drooling. 

Hawk let out a low moan. I heard the zip of his jeans. The sliding of fabric to the floor.

Then I felt the head of his cock. 

In the same moment he positioned himself behind me, Ashton positioned himself in front of me. He cradled my chin, tipping it up. 

“You’re going to be a good little toy for us, aren’t you?” he whispered, his voice thick with need. “Aren’t you? Your pussy is gonna worship his cock while your mouth worships mine.”

“Yes,” I rasped.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Sir. Sirs.”

“Good girl,” Hawk praised. 

Ash scoffed. “She’s not being good. She hasn’t earned a single shred of praise yet. Save it for when she’s actually doing what she’s supposed to.”

“Fine.” Hawk sighed. “She’s so wet though…”

“And?”

Hearing them speak about me like I was nothing more than their plaything made my pussy throb. I whimpered, opening my mouth obediently as Hawk grabbed my hips, his fingers digging into my muscles. Ash lined up the head of his cock, and in the same moment, they both thrusted forward—taking me simultaneously.

My eyes rolled back in pleasure. Hawk’s cock was thick and stretched my pussy in a way that had me whimpering around Ash’s cock. I forgot all about my ruined vacation, my stupid husband, and the predicament we were in. I forgot about everything except the feeling of their cocks gliding in and out, the two men finding a relentless rhythm. 

Blood rushed in my ears. My muscles relaxed, as if with every driving pump they hit a be-a-good-girl button inside of me. They pushed it repeatedly until my mind was wrapped in pure submission. 

Hawk dragged his cock back and then drove deeper. His palms smacked my ass, the pain only making the pleasure sweeter. Ash grabbed a fistful of my hair, tears springing to my eyes as they fucked me together. 

“Fuck.” Ash suddenly paused while his cock was deep in my throat. “This isn’t unlocking anything. There hasn't been any word from the game master.”

Hawk’s thrusts slowed. I whimpered in protest, but they both ignored me. “Maybe we need to come inside her.”

“Maybe…” Ash trailed off, looking down at me. 

I looked up at him through blurry vision, my eyes widening as he smiled. 

For a moment, I thought he might compliment me. 

“I wonder what would happen if we took her to the bed,” he said. “The shell…”

Hawk grunted, giving a slow thrust. “Let’s come inside her then fuck her there too. I want her ass.”

“I bet you do,” Ash laughed. “I wonder if she could take us at the same time.”

“Maybe that’s what they want.”

“Maybe that’s what we want, too.”

Fuck. All I could do was groan. Groan and take whatever they decided to give me. My muscles quaked as they started a brutal rhythm again. Hawk slapped my ass until I tried to squirm away, but they had me trapped on the bench. 

“I’m close,” he huffed. 

“Me too,” Ash muttered. 

I didn’t want this to end. That full realization jarred me, and then my thoughts went blissfully blank again. My pussy quivered, the orgasms so close. I was so fucking close to coming, so damn close⁠—

Both of them grunted, each giving a final thrust. Hot cum gushed inside me, filling my throat and pussy at the same time. 

And denying me my own orgasm. 

Again.

I swallowed every drop. The heat in my belly unfurled, and as they both pulled out, their cum dripped from me. 

“I was so close to coming,” I gasped. “I was so fucking close.”

“You don’t get to come until we let you,” Ash said. “You have to earn it, sweetheart.”

“I just took you both at the same time. How did that not earn me at least one orgasm?”

“So much sass.” He snorted. “Do you hear that tone?”

I looked over my shoulder at Hawk, who shook his head slowly as if he were disappointed in me. 

“Maybe it’s time we ask for a clue,” he said. 

The three of us looked up at the screen and timer. 

We were quickly running out of time. 

“Fuck,” I whispered. “Yes, ask for a clue. I’ll do anything with the two of you.”

4/

hawk

My cock was slick from my cum and Rosie’s pussy as I walked across the room and pressed the button on the wall. As the instructional video at the beginning had promised, we had three clues, and the moment I pressed the round red button—words flashed on the TV screen mounted above the shell bed. 

Too many orgasms is your cross to bear. 

“Oh,” Ash said, and then he let out a long hum. 

I turned, my eyes scanning the room. Rosie was still draped over the bench, her ass red from spankings. My handprint could be seen from where I stood, and god—she was a mess. Her mascara had started smearing at some point, and I wanted to see it streaming down her perfect face as she came over for us. 

“I guess we do owe her orgasms,” I chuckled. 

“We don’t owe her shit,” Ash said harshly. “Let’s put her on the cross.”

Before Rosie could get up herself, Ash stood her up and took her dress off, tossing it to the floor. With a gentle grunt, he lifted her with ease. She squeaked, her arms quickly wrapping around his neck as he carried her over to the St. Andrew’s Cross. 

I stole one last look at the clue on the screen before it disappeared, replaced again by the timer. 

The clock was ticking. 

We only had so much time to complete this task and save Greg. 

I joined Ash and Rosie at the cross—a massive X made of sturdy mahogany wood with leather pads at the top and bottom. It was on a slightly raised platform and bolted securely into the floor. 

It wasn’t going anywhere, that was for damn sure. 

Ash slowly put Rosie down then backed her against the cross. Her head tipped back, her inky lashes batting as she looked up at him like he was a king. 

My cock perked in response. The way she looked at him was the way I felt about him, too. 

He was the only Dom I’d ever submit to. 

As I moved to his left and leaned in, I was surprised when he turned his head and met me halfway, planting a kiss on my mouth. My muscles tensed because this hadn’t been part of our plan, but I couldn’t resist him. A soft moan escaped me as his tongue swept against mine, then he bit my bottom lip hard enough that the brief pain went straight to my cock. 

When he drew back, my head was spinning. I blinked a few times as I looked down at Rosie, at the way her wide brown eyes watched us with a dazed lust I knew all too well. 

I nearly called her sweetheart, but felt the weight of Ash’s gaze, urging me not to cave. Sucking in a breath, I stepped forward, running my palm up the center of her body, between her breasts, and firmly around her neck. Her lips parted in shock as I squeezed the sides carefully, pinning her in place. 

Click.

The moment she sank against the cross, it was as if she were the key to unlock the next clue. We all stiffened at the sound of a subtle click. A treasure chest sat at the foot of the bed, and the top cracked open, offering the promise of something. 

“What can that be?” Ash hummed. 

I held Rosie in place as he went to the chest and knelt down, peering inside. She squirmed, her chest rising and falling with quick breaths. 

Ash pulled out a bundle of pink rope, nipple clamps, and a Magic Wand vibrator. 

“Truly, a treasure chest,” Ash chuckled, offering a devious smirk to the two of us. 

Rosie whimpered. “What are you going to do?”

“Tie you up, obviously,” Ash said. 

His tone was callous, but the way he carried the items to us was with care. 

“I think we should tie her to the cross,” I said. “Maybe even tie the vibrator to her?”

He nodded in agreement. “That’s my plan.”

“Hey,” she snapped. “Do I get to stay in this?”

“Nope,” we both answered.

I gave her throat another squeeze. “Your job is to take it, little Rosie.” 

“To save Greg,” Ash added.

To save Greg, the poor bastard. 

Ash tossed the nipple clamps to me, and I caught them with one hand—two metal clips with black silicone pinchers, and a silver chain that connected them. Perfect for tugging on. 

I slid my palm from her neck to her breast. Her breath hitched, her head falling back as I twisted one of her nipples. They were both hard and begging to be sucked. Or clamped. 

My beard rubbed against her smooth skin as I sucked one of them, her whimpers making my cock pulse. 

I dragged my mouth to her other nipple, my eyes sweeping up to her face. To the way her expression twisted in surprise, her lips parting with all the sweet sounds she made. I attached one of the clamps to her nipple. It clasped down, holding in place. Rosie cried out, her hips bucking against mine like a wild bronco.

Ash tsked. “Keep her still on the cross while I tie her.”

Rosie attempted to pull away, but I shoved her hard against the wood, pinning her there with my weight. My knee nestled between her thighs, spreading them apart to line up with the bottom half of the X.

I could feel how wet her pussy was against my skin. Heat pooled, her cunt begging for more. God, she felt so fucking good. She looked so good. I just couldn’t get enough of her. 

I cupped her breast, pinching her other nipple and placing the remaining clip. Her tits were glorious. Perfect. I grabbed hold of the silver chain and yanked sharply, her cry music to my ears. The way her lips pouted around her pretty little sounds and her lashes fluttered went straight to my cock.

“There we are,” I purred. “Look at you. Such a fucking mess for us, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

“Fuck you,” she rasped. 

Ash captured her wrist, tying it quickly to the cross. Then the other, binding her arms above her head. She stretched out, pulling against them, but it was no use. 

Pulling the chain again, the clamps tugged on her nipples. A squeal came next, followed by more cute little curses. 

“I hate both of youuu.”

Her sneer ended on a quiver as I slid my hand against her pussy.

“You may hate us, but your pussy doesn't. You're so fucking wet right now. How bad do you wanna come?” I asked. 

Slowly, I eased a finger inside her. The way she gasped made me smile. I added a second, coaxing them in and out. 

Her gaze never left me, her lips softening into a pout. “Badly,” she finally admitted. “I want to come. Please. Please let me come.”

Ash shook his head at us, but didn’t comment as he pulled the ropes around her waist. He worked around the two of us, all while I held her in place. I wasn’t going to let her go—not with my fingers buried in her silken heat. 

“Fuuck,” she whimpered.

Her eyes fluttered again, her head falling back. She wiggled her hips desperately, chasing the high of an orgasm that I wasn't quite ready to give her. 

Although, if we were to save her husband, maybe I did need to give it to her soon. 

Perhaps, that's what the clue had meant.

Maybe after denying her pleasure for so long, it was time to give her orgasms until she begged for them to stop. 

Ash’s hand brushed mine. I looked down, watching as his broad fingers cupped mine against her pussy. He slowly pulled it back, and then directed my fingers to her mouth, giving her a single command.

“Suck.”

He kept my hand there. His eyes smoldered with demand, the sparks between us threatening to catch everything on fire.

He wanted me to obey him. That much was easy to see. 

Ash winked and then held up the vibrator, keeping it out of Rosie’s view. 

She had no idea what the devious bastard had planned. 

I only had a couple clues. Even I wasn’t exactly sure where he was going to take this. 

But I was along for the ride. 

I shook my head as he smirked. Rosie’s gaze was on me, her velvet lips sucking her off my fingers. Occasionally her tongue wrapped around them, all while she glared at me like I was the worst man in the world.

Ash was efficient with the ropes. I couldn't remember how many times I’d seen him use them. He was always able to tie someone up quickly, especially in a pinch.

He created a harness around her hips, tightening them across her skin. The ropes were rough and would leave indentions, but she’d enjoy the marks. 

Ash started to get the vibrator into place.

“What is that?” Rosie squeaked.

She tried to move her head to look down, but I held her back from doing so, shoving my fingers deeper into her mouth until she was deep throating them. She choked around them, saliva dripping down her chin, creating a proper mess on her beautiful face.

I needed to be inside her again, but that would have to wait. We had a problem to solve, a riddle to find the answer to. 

And the solution was possibly making her orgasm until she couldn’t any longer. 

Ash tied off the ropes and then leaned back, admiring his work. “There,” he said. “That should be secure. She won’t be escaping.”

“Yeah, she’s going nowhere,” I said, pulling my fingers from her mouth.

Ash tugged me back from the cross and we both stood there, admiring her. 

Rosie was glorious. The way she was spread on the cross, the ropes binding her to the wood, the vibrator firmly tied against her clit…

She was absolutely stunning.

“You’re awful,” she rasped.

Ash responded by leaning forward and turning the vibrating wand on. 

The buzzing sound blended with her yelp. Rosie’s head fell back, strands of her dark hair sticking to her flushed cheeks as the vibrator rocked against her pretty cunt. 

“God damn,” I whispered. 

Ash let out a hum of approval, his hand gliding up and down my back. My heart skipped a beat as he massaged me. With a gentle push, he guided me closer to her again. 

“Make sure she comes,” he directed. “And make sure you don’t.”

Fuck me.

A rush of electricity rolled through my body as his hand closed around my cock from behind. I leaned forward, bracing one hand against the cross above Rosie’s as I grabbed the nipple chain and pulled. 

“Fuck!” she screamed.

Watching Rosie come would be a gift. 

I writhed as Ash held me in place. Like me, he was a large guy. Tall and strong. Whenever the two of us wrestled, it was like two bears fighting for dominance. 

And the bastard usually won, because he was a fighter through and through. 

And, admittedly, I liked being put in my place once in a while. 

But him telling me not to come? 

My body shivered, a grunt leaving me as I watched Rosie’s face. I leaned down, brushing my lips over hers, catching her yelp right as I applied more pressure to the vibrator. 

She cried into our kiss, shaking against the cross as she finally climaxed for the first time. 

“Good girl,” I huffed. 

Ash slapped my ass hard enough that I winced. “Don’t fucking praise her,” he snarled. “For fuck’s sake. She hasn’t earned your praise yet.”

She melted against the cross, smoky eyes full of lust. And then the realization crossed her face that⁠—

The vibrator wasn’t stopping.

She wasn’t going to have a single moment to recover from the orgasm she’d just had. 

My hips bucked as Ash stroked my cock faster. I was riding the edge, turned on by the surprise of his dominance and enjoying her forced submission.

“If you come, you’ll fucking regret it,” he growled in my ear. 

“Fuck,” I gasped.

“That’s right. How do you like it?” Rosie breathed out. 

I glared back at her, giving the chain a long, hard tug. She gasped as they pulled her nipples, the pain ripping through her as she attempted to lean forward. 

The ropes tugged, holding her to the cross. 

Holding her captive to the vibrator. 

I looked down at my cock. Pre-cum dripped from the tip and Ash used it to lube my shaft, pumping me in a slow, methodical rhythm. The vibrator continued to buzz against Rosie’s wet pussy, her moans building again. 

“Damn it.” I sighed. 

My muscles tensed. I closed my eyes, trying not to think about how fucking hot this was. It was impossible with the noises she was making. 

“Keep your eyes open,” Ash commanded. “Watch her. Watch her come, Hawk.”

“No,” I rasped.

He stroked my cock faster. “Yes.”

Damn it all. My eyes flew open right as Rosie came for the second time. This time, I felt a splash of wetness—my mouth dropped as I looked down. 

She’d squirted.

And now it was dripping down her thighs, dripping down me. 

There wasn’t a man who had willpower strong enough to resist coming from that. 

I couldn’t stop myself. I gave in to the wave of pleasure that crashed over me, dragging groans from my lips. My resistance crumbled as hot cum splashed onto Rosie’s stomach, dripping over her smooth skin. 

Ashton released my cock, and I knew I was in trouble now. 

“What did I just say?” he demanded. 

“She squirted on me,” I protested weakly between huffs. “No man could resist that, Ash.”

“That’s not what you call me when you submit to me.” 

In one swift motion, he kicked the back of my legs and sent me to my knees in front of Rosie. His fingers gripped my hair, tugging my head back and forcing me to look up at her. The vibrator continued to do its work. 

My mouth watered at the sight of her drenched pussy. 

Another click echoed in the room, and this time, my heart lurched in my chest. 

“Stay,” he commanded roughly. 

I did as he asked, swallowing hard as I stared up at Rosie. Her body sagged against the cross, her expression mirroring mine. 

We were both desperate little sluts. 

“I hate having to punish you.” Ashton sighed from the other side of the room. “But not only did you go against my order, you didn’t call me by the correct name. Isn’t that right?”

“I’m sorry,” I moaned. 

“You’re still not getting it. Fucking useless.”

His words stung. Ash stepped behind me again, giving my hair a harsh tug. 

“Stand up and face me.”

I swallowed hard and got up. I turned around to face him, and started to lean forward for a kiss, but the expression on his face made me stop.  

And then I looked at what he held in his hands. 

“Ash,” I rasped. “That’s not going on me.”

“It is,” he said. “Especially since you have yet to call me Sir.”

“Please, Sir,” I groaned. “Please no.”

“The game master gave it to us to use. To save her husband, you will wear this cock cage. You will call me Sir. And you will do everything I command you to do, without question. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

5/

rosie

Yes, there was something extremely satisfying about watching Hawk get put in his place, but I didn’t have a moment to savor it as the third orgasm tore through me.

The intensity of it felt like I was at the top of a roller coaster and then tumbling down, flying at a reckless speed that made my stomach flop and my pussy weep. 

I barely had a moment to pay attention to the fact that Ash was currently fighting with Hawk’s cock, trying to get it to fit into the cage he held.

My mouth fell open, and I didn't care if I was drooling. I could barely even remember my name.

I shook my head, trying to think clearly. I knew it was an escape room. I knew we were supposed to try and escape.

I knew I was supposed to try to save Greg.

That was all I knew.

Hawk glowered at Ashton, but I didn't have the strength to glare anymore. All I could do was survive the constant vibrations sending me over the edge. 

Fuck, it felt good. 

My head fell back, sweat, drool, and tears coating my face. I looked up at the ceiling, my head spinning as sparks erupted in my lower belly.

Oh god. I couldn’t keep coming.

“No,” I groaned. “No, no, no.”

My pleas did nothing. I knew it wouldn’t do anything, and yet I repeated them. There was no fighting the next orgasm, or the next, or the next. 

I was at the mercy of the game master.

That sort of helplessness turned me on. Knowing that there was nothing I could do to escape. I had to just let go.

Allow the orgasms take over.

Another moan left me.

Hawk cursed Ashton as he locked the cage around his throbbing cock. But our dominant man only smirked. 

He was getting off on torturing us just a little bit. There was no doubt about that. 

I sucked in a breath as I watched the two of them. My muscles strained, the ropes rubbing against my skin. I was going to have marks, but I was looking forward to that. 

Maybe it was fucked up, but I wanted the reminder of everything I’d done to save my husband. 

I wanted to remember exactly how I saved him. A smile tugged across my lips, my chest heaving.

“What happened to sharing?” Hawk snapped at Ash. 

Ash only smiled. “Turn and face her.”

Reluctantly, Hawk turned on his knees to face me. His robust chest hair clung to his hard muscles, his cock cupped by the cage they’d manage to get it into. How? I wasn’t even sure. I’d been too busy fighting for my life with this damn vibrator. 

“Oh yeah,” he said. “Look at her. Covered in sweat and tears and cum. She's such a fucking mess.”

“She is,” he whispered in agreement.

“I want you to clean up that mess with your tongue.”

My breath hitched. I watched as Hawk’s eyes rolled back on a soft moan. Ashton gave his hair another tug and then shoved him forward.

“Clean her up. We'll see how many orgasms she has in the meantime.”

Fuck me. I was going to be even more of a mess. After squirting, I’d been convinced I couldn’t come again. But that was far from the truth. 

I could feel the build up starting all over again—the way my fingers buzzed, my blood rushing into my ears, my breaths labored. 

Hawk crawled forward, and shocked me by starting with my ankles. 

His beard was rough against my skin. I gasped, writhing against the bondage as if I could escape. 

But I knew my place. I knew I wasn't going anywhere. There was no escaping what they’d decided to do to me. 

“Fuck,” I whimpered.

I forced myself to relax as best as I could. Pleasure skated across my body as he kissed up my leg, his tongue dragging up my inner thigh all the way to my pussy. 

The vibrator hummed, the rhythm thumping all the way to my bones.

“Oh god,” he whispered.

His voice was so soft. Submissive, even. 

I wasn't used to hearing him like this. Especially after everything the two of them had already done to me today. There was something very special about watching him submit, and I could feel the watchful gaze of our Dom as he continued to lick me. 

His tongue dragged up and down my inner thighs, catching every drop. He made his way up to my stomach and planted a soft kiss on my belly, lapping up the cum he’d left there. 

I shivered, my nipples hardening between the clips. Pain lashed through me, my breasts aching from the constant tug of the chain. It was the kind of pain that made every orgasm sweeter.

“Good job,” Ash said in a rare moment of praise.

It took both of us by surprise. Hawk glanced up for a moment, and then murmured. “Thank you, Sir.”

He nudged him with his sandals. “Keep licking.”

Hawk immediately went back to cleaning up the mess we’d made. I whimpered as his tongue danced higher, closer and closer to my pussy. His hand closed around the vibrator and he applied more pressure.

A hoarse cry parted my lips, my throat constricting with thirst. 

Ash disappeared for a minute. I leaned my head back, searching for him in the room. My attention was quickly drawn back to the way Hawk touched me. The way his rough hands ran up my thighs. 

We looked at each other, two moths to a flame. 

Was the flame Greg? Ashton? This incredibly insane situation? 

I wasn’t sure. All I knew was that as he slid two fingers inside me, and then three—I was going to come again, even if I didn’t want to. 

“Fuck,” he whispered. “You look so fucking good, Rosie.”

Ashton reappeared and held a bottle of water to my lips. I felt a flash of surprise. Where had he gotten that? I wasn’t sure I cared, but I was thankful. I sucked it down while holding his gaze, the coolness soothing my throat. 

For a moment, his expression warmed. “Better?”

“Yes,” I gasped.

“Good.”

He capped it then disappeared again. When he returned, his fingers slid along the back of my head and gripped my hair hard. I whimpered, all while Hawk continued to lick and kiss me, his fingers slowly moving in and out. 

“You’re going to give me another,” he said harshly. 

I shook my head weakly. “I can’t,” I croaked. “There’s no way.”

“You can and you will,” he said. “You’re going to give me another. Your orgasms belong to the game master, don’t they?”

My heart pounded, but I nodded. I wasn’t sure how I could come again. I’d lost count. Hadn’t there already been four? Five? And he was demanding another.

Ash tightened his grip on my hair. A whimper escaped because god…

I really liked having my hair pulled. 

And he knew that. Of course he knew that. He narrowed his eyes on me, his lips tugging into a knowing smirk. 

“Slutty, slutty, slutty,” he murmured. “Such a slutty girl for us vacation strangers, aren’t you? I saw how you looked at us on the beach.”

“No,” I lied. “I wasn’t looking.”

It was a big lie, too. I absolutely was. 

“Your poor husband has no idea.” He sighed. “No idea how you put on a little show for us. The way you spread your sunscreen over your long legs, parting them and almost giving us a glimpse. Such a fucking tease.”

I sucked in a breath, my hips moving in response to Hawk. What was he doing to me?! 

“I wasn’t doing that for you,” I rasped. 

“Liar.” Ash’s lips curled into a devilish smile. “A slutty little liar.”

Pleasure rippled through me, my toes curling as my muscles started to coil. Between his unhurried ministrations and the steady degradation Ash was giving me, I was a goner. 

“That's right,” he said. “You can't fight it. There's no escaping this orgasm. You're tied to a cross with a man on his knees in front of you, cleaning up the mess the two of you made. You aren't going anywhere until I allow you to.”

His words were low, radiating through me as if they were full of fire. I shivered, dragging in another breath as he yanked my head back, and then grabbed a hold of the chain between my nipple clamps. 

He gave them a harsh pull. I screamed, the pain going straight to my pussy. I felt numb. But that didn't stop the pleasure that grabbed hold of me and refused to let go. 

Between the vibrator, and the things the two of them were doing to me, my body protested, but ultimately gave in to the threat of the climax. 

With a loud cry, I arched against the cross, fighting the ropes as another orgasm crashed through me. My legs were made of water, barely able to hold me up as I came hard enough that my vision dotted. Hawk thrust his fingers in and out of me, pumping them through the height of the waves. I gasped, collapsing back against the cross, my body having given every single ounce it could.

He finally released me. In a few swift motions, he pulled the nipple clamps free. I cried out. They always hurt more coming off than going on. Then, he undid the ropes that held the vibrator to my pussy, and turned it off. 

The moment I stopped feeling the vibrations through my body, it almost felt like there was something wrong. I'd become so used to the feeling of it, it felt strange to not have that against my pussy anymore.

“Get ready to catch her,” he said to Hawk.

He undid the ropes on my wrists, and I fell forward, straight into Hawk's arms. My head fell against his burly chest, his muscled arms winding around me and cradling me to him.

He lifted me, planting a kiss on my forehead.

“Take her to the bed.”

6/

ashton

The game master was pleased. 

And everything was going to plan.

My gaze followed Hawk and Rosie as they went to the massive shell-shaped bed, but as I glanced up at the clock, I felt a sense of urgency to solve the next part of the puzzle. 

We’d used the spanking bench. 

We’d used the cross. 

Now, we just needed to use the bed. 

The two of them collapsed into the pearlescent pink blankets. Rosie rolled into the center and I narrowed my eyes as Hawk kissed her hard and sweet. 

A little too sweet for my taste. 

“Spread her legs,” I commanded. 

Rosie obeyed without Hawk even having to push them apart. Despite protesting all the orgasms, she was desperate for more. Of course she was. She was a cock-hungry, orgasm-loving little slut. 

She could protest as much as she wanted, but at the end of the day, I knew exactly what she liked. 

Hawk rolled onto his side, looking up at me as I knelt at the foot of the bed. His cock was straining against the cage, his brows drawing together in a scowl. 

I knew he was a little mad that I’d put him into such a submissive place, but just like Rosie—I knew exactly what he liked. Hawk rarely had the chance to truly submit, and I rarely had the chance to put him in the headspace. 

It was a torturous delight for us both. 

“How long is this staying on?” Hawk grunted, guesting at the cage.

“Until you earn the right to have it off,” I snapped. “Since you’re being so sweet, you can kiss and tease her while I breed her. If you’re good, I’ll let you have her ass.”

His eyes darkened, but he didn’t protest. I knew what he was thinking though. Something along the lines of fine, I’ll play along. I fought the urge to laugh—I wasn’t against laughing in the middle of sex, but now was not the time. 

Not with Greg on the line. 

Rosie continued to watch us, her eyes darting back and forth as her breath hitched. Blush crept over her chest, her skin pink from all of the activities. 

I moved closer, her thighs spread apart and exposing her pussy. I rubbed the tip of my cock against her, gliding it up and down her wet slit. 

God, she was gorgeous. Hawk decided to be obedient, and leaned down to kiss her. I watched them hungrily, enjoying the way he cupped her breasts and twisted her nipples, as I positioned myself.

My head fell back as I looked up at the screen. My eyes widened as the camera feed of Greg popped up on the TV. 

But I could see him perfectly. I could see that he had stopped struggling against those ropes and his cock was hard. He was staring intensely, as if he were the one watching us.

Was he?

Was the game master forcing him to watch us fuck his wife? Did he know what little Rosie was doing in order to save him?

What if he did?

That turned me on even more. My cock raged as I thrust into Rosie, staring at the screen. Staring at her husband as I took his wife, her pussy clenching around my cock. She cried out, her voice muffled as Hawk kissed her again, the two of them completely oblivious to the fact that Greg was watching us. 

I grunted, thrusting faster, taking her exactly how I wanted. Pleasure rippled through my body as the sound of our skin slapping together filled the ocean room, all of her sweet moans lost in Hawk’s mouth.

Fuck, this was hot. I didn't want it to end. More than anything, I wanted to stay in this room forever. Although that was completely unreasonable, and very seriously, we did still need to save Greg.

Even if the son of a bitch looked like he was having a good time, too.

“Sit on her face,” I said to Hawk, slapping his ass cheek.

He grunted a mild protest, but then obeyed, positioning himself on the bed. He got up slightly, and then bent over her, slowly lowering his ass down to her face. 

Rosie didn't hesitate. Not for one single second. The sight of her burying her tongue between his ass cheeks went straight to my hard cock.

I pounded into her harder, every nerve ending bursting with little bolts of need. Hawk’s cock strained, fighting the confines of his cage. 

“I need this off,” he demanded. “Now.”

“Earn it,” I snapped back, giving Rosie a harder thrust.

Her whimper followed every motion. Hawk leaned forward, his lips brushing mine. 

Then he bit me. 

I snorted and drew back, running my tongue over my bottom lip. As if that was going to change my mind. It certainly wasn't. If anything, it just made me laugh, because I was enjoying his frustration. I was enjoying the fact that he was fighting the submissive headspace so hard, knowing that it's exactly what he needed. Exactly what he wanted.

“Nice try,” I muttered. 

Hawk’s glower twisted as Rosie reached up and closed her hand around the cock cage, all while her tongue worked his ass. He grunted, lust taking over. All his reservations melted away, and when he opened his eyes again, I sucked in a breath—surprised by the look of complete submission burning there. 

My cock throbbed as I paused mid thrust, Rosie’s pussy gripping me like a vice. She was so damn wet that every movement was hot and slick. 

I reached up and grabbed Hawk’s neck, carefully squeezing the sides as I started to drive in and out of Rosie again. She writhed and moaned beneath us, taking my cock while she rimmed our rugged man. 

“Fuck,” Hawk groaned. “Is this even working for the game master?”

I glanced back at the screen. Greg was gone. Only the timer remained, and it was running out. 

“We have less than an hour left to figure out exactly what the game master wants,” I huffed. 

Rosie groaned helplessly. I sucked in a breath and refocused on the task at hand. Coming inside Rosie and making Hawk beg for me to let his cock free. 

And the moment did? 

We were going to take her at the same time. 

And if that didn’t please the game master, I didn’t know what would. With this size of a bed, it only made sense that the three of us needed to use it as well as we possibly could. 

“You look damn good like this, Hawk,” I said softly. 

His heavy lids lowered, his mouth tugging with a groan. “You never compliment me.”

That was a lie. I complimented the asshole all the time. But, I’d go along with it. “I compliment you when you earn it.”

His breath huffed out. My gaze drifted down to his cock, precum dripping from the metal cage around the head. 

“Ash,” he rasped. “Please. I need to fuck her, too. I need to be out of this cage. Please let me out.”

His begging almost convinced me, but I wanted more. “What do I get in return if I let your cock free?”

“Anything,” he groaned. “Anything. I’ll do whatever you want. Please let me out. Please, Sir.”

Fuck. Hearing him, of all people, call me Sir was what sent me over the edge. My hips snapped with a final thrust, burying myself deep inside Rosie as a torrent of pleasure crashed into me. Hot cum shot from me, filling her with every drop. My head tipped up, my hair loosened from its bun and tumbling down my back. 

“God damn,” I gasped, my hand settling on top of her pussy. 

I stayed there for a few moments, savoring the feeling of her. Of him too. I looked down and slowly pulled out, watching as my cum dripped out of her. 

Shaking my head, I gathered it with my fingertips and pushed it back in. “That belongs inside you,” I whispered, coaxing more back into its place. 

Hawk let out a soft curse. “Sir, please.”

I smirked and leaned back, grabbing the cock cage key from the blankets. At some point, I’d tossed them there—even though they’d been within his grasp, Hawk had known better than to look at them. 

He knew who he belonged to right now. 

I leaned forward and slid the key into the hole, unlocking it. More curses followed as I grabbed the cage, slowly working it off him. His cock expanded now that it wasn’t confined, all of his blood flowing down.

I gave him a shove and he rolled to the side off Rosie. She dragged in a few breaths, her gaze meeting mine. A slow smile crept over her lush lips. Gone was the resistance and hate, only an eagerness to please. An eagerness to do whatever we wanted. 

“What will you do to me next, Sir?” she asked. 

“Get on all fours,” I commanded. “You’re about to find out.”

7/

rosie

My muscles protested as I rolled over onto all fours. I started to reach for a pillow, but Ash was already ahead of me. He snatched a round one from the top of the bed and slid it under my hips, offering extra support as pushed my ass up and my breasts into the mattress. 

“Lube?” Hawk huffed.

“Treasure chest,” Ash answered. 

“Thank fucking god.”

“You mean thank fucking game master,” Ash rebutted with a snort. 

“Oh, yes. Thanks to the son of a bitch who trapped us here with a hot, married woman we have to fuck in order to save her husband…”

I glanced over my shoulder at the two of them, and wasn’t surprised to see Ash’s grin. 

“Yeah,” he said. “As I said, thank the game master.”

Hawk reached over the bed and into the treasure chest, drawing out a bottle of lube. I couldn’t help but wonder what else was in that chest, but didn’t have a moment to ask. Hell, I could barely form a single thought. 

I’d definitely forgotten all about my helpless, captive husband while rimming Hawk’s ass and getting pounded by Ash. 

I swallowed hard, my head spinning. It was easy to get lost in everything we were doing. Easy to forget that we were trying to solve a puzzle. I had no idea how having a threesome was the key to saving my husband, but I didn’t make the rules. 

The game master did. 

“Maybe your cocks are the keys to this puzzle,” I mumbled. 

“Maybe,” Ash said seriously. “You’ve got two holes that need to be fucked.”

“Technically three,” I said.

I expected him to spank me for that, but he let out a soft hum.

“You have a point,” he said. “What else could we fill the third with?”

Hawk joined us on the bed, the cap of the lube popped open as he poured some into his palms. He then dripped some onto my ass and pussy, working the gel inside of me.

“Is there another toy?” I asked. “Maybe a dildo…”

Ash nodded and slid off the bed. “Let me take a look around the room again. Maybe we missed something. In the meantime, get her ready to be thoroughly fucked again.”

“Yes, Sir,” Hawk answered.

I wasn't sure where either one of them got the stamina, but they were hard again. 

One of the things I liked about submitting was that, for the most part, I just needed to lay here and take it. It had its own challenges, of course. I was already feeling the effects of all of the activities we'd done together. I knew that tomorrow would be spent in bed or in a hot tub with my husband, and…

Snap out of it.

I refocused on the task at hand. I didn't want to think about tomorrow. I didn't want to think about what would happen after this. All I wanted to focus on was doing exactly what the game master wanted us to do. I wanted to focus on the feeling of being used and fucked this way by two strangers in order to save my husband.

That was the only task I needed to focus on.

Nothing else—I didn’t want reality to sit in. I didn't want to think about anything outside of these four oceanic walls.

Hawk slowly eased one finger inside my ass, carefully working it in and out before adding a second. He took his sweet time as Ash explored the room.

Another ominous click snapped through the air. I raised my head, looking up as a small panel on the wall opened. Ash reached inside, letting out a soft hum. 

“There we are,” he said, pulling out his prize. 

A tentacle dildo.

One that was the size of my fucking forearm. 

“Oh god,” I rasped. 

“Don’t worry, little Rosie,” Ash purred as he brought it back to the bed. “We’ll have you suck on it first before trying to fit it inside you.”

“There’s no way that would fit anywhere,” I hissed. 

“No? I think it’d fit after you take both of our cocks at the same time,” Ash countered. 

Hawk let out a merciless chuckle. I shot him a glare, but he only winked, clearly enjoying himself. 

Damn these men. They were going to completely ruin me forever. How in the hell was I supposed to have vanilla sex again after being fucked by two hot strangers and a tentacle dildo? 

The blue silicone sparkled as Ash set it down in front of my face. 

“Open your mouth,” he demanded. 

I looked up at him with a forced shred of defiance. 

And did exactly as he asked. 

I opened my mouth, allowing him to slide the tapered tip against my tongue. Ridges ran along the underside, and admittedly, as good as they would feel in my mouth…

I knew they’d feel even better in my ass or pussy. 

“Suck,” he commanded. “Keep sucking, Rosie. You can imagine your husband is sitting here watching you if you’d like.”

Oh, shit. For some reason, I hadn’t even considered that Greg might be watching us.

That he might have seen every dirty, naughty thing I’d done for him. 

Fuck. The very thought of that sent a bolt of bone-melting heat through me. 

“Oh,” Ash taunted. “I think she liked that idea, Hawk.”

“I think she does too,” he said, his voice gruff. “Fuck. I think her ass is ready for us.”

“Good,” he said. “Get the condoms. Rosie, keep sucking. I want to hear all the pretty, wet noises your throat and mouth can make while we breed your ass.”

Fuck. I bobbed my head, taking more of the tentacle toy with every motion. The tip hit the back of my throat and I nearly gagged, easing back enough until I found the right rhythm. The sounds my mouth made were filthy and hot. 

Hawk cursed, his palm smacking one of my ass cheeks. The sudden pain made me yelp, but it was welcome. Between the spankings he’d given me earlier and the nipple clamps, multiple parts of my body were tender and sore. But I loved it. I loved the lingering ache that reminded me of how they’d both used me. 

Ash shifted behind me and Hawk rose up, straddling my body. I wanted to look back to see how they were going to do this, but Ash pinched the back of my thigh. 

I squealed as he growled. “Keep your attention on that damn toy. We’ll start with both holes, then we’ll work my cock in next to Hawk’s.”

I wasn’t sure why he was even telling me. He knew I was going to let them do whatever he wanted. He knew I was going to enjoy it too, as twisted as that may be. 

My jaw burned as I kept sucking dutifully. I felt the head of Ash’s cock against my pussy again, wet from his cum, my cum, and the lube. Then I felt Hawk against my ass, the bed squeaking beneath us as he lowered down. 

They pushed inside me at the same time. I cried out around the dildo as they took me, both of their cocks stretching me. One of their cocks was enough to make me feel like I was being skewered, but both at the same time? In my ass and pussy? I’d never felt so full in my entire life.

My cries were lost in the sucking motions, my eyes squeezing shut as they stretched both my holes. The discomfort took a few moments to work through, and they both waited, allowing my body time to adjust. 

And then Ash gave a gentle thrust, followed by a low hiss. 

“Fucking Christ,” he grunted. “I can feel your cock above mine inside her.”

Hawk let out a moan of agreement. “She’s so fucking tight. I don’t know how we’ll get your cock in here, too.”

“We’ll make it fit,” he gritted out. “Isn’t that right, angel?”

Angel. The nickname gave my pussy butterflies. 

Ash gripped my hips and slammed into me. A shiver rolled up my spine as I moaned. 

“Rosie, baby,” Hawk grunted. “You feel so good.”

I heard Ash slap Hawk’s ass. “Keep your praise to yourself.”

Hawk sighed, but didn’t protest, instead fucking me harder. My eyes cracked open and I looked down at the dildo, sucking it. Taking it deeper down my throat. 

I did wish Greg was here. I’d suck his cock while he watched me get bred by two hot strangers. Or maybe he’d control the dildo and use my throat however he wanted. 

The thought sent more waves of need through me. I’d lost count of how many orgasms I’d had, but that didn’t even matter. I couldn’t count to ten right now, even if it were to save my life. 

All my thoughts were on sex. Sex with Hawk and Ash. Sex with the two men that were using both holes without mercy. 

Another click rang through the room, but I barely heard it. I didn't even care. All I could do was keep sucking the dildo and keep taking both of their cocks. They didn't stop, either. And maybe we could have, maybe we'd finally unlocked the next room and solved the puzzle of this one, but I wasn't sure we even cared. My moans were constant, every sound drawn out of me involuntarily. My voice was hoarse, my muscles quaking as they fucked me over and over. 

My vision danced with stars, as I felt the edge of another orgasm building, a climax that was threatening to be the strongest one yet.

“I can’t,” I whimpered around the dildo. “I can’t come again.”

“You can,” Ash gritted out. “This isn’t even your highest count, baby. Now keep sucking that fucking dildo.”

Damn it. He wasn’t wrong though. Despite my weak protests, I knew I wasn’t able to escape it. My pussy had a mind of its own, one that was hypnotized by the cock inside it. 

My curses died as I started to suck the tentacle dildo again. Spit dripped from my mouth, rolling down the bulges along the bright blue shaft. 

“I'm getting close,” Hawk said. “So fucking close.”

“I don't want you to come yet,” Ash said.

I felt Hawk stiffen in resistance. “Goddamnit,” he huffed out. “I was already in a cage, and now you're telling me I can't come right when I'm about to?”

“You can come when I tell you to,” Ash said again. “Or you can pull out and not come at all.”

I couldn't help but smile—I knew that this was driving Hawk a little bit crazy. It wasn't very often that he ended up in submissive roles, and watching him struggle with the power dynamic amused me. 

I loved being submissive. I knew that in these types of situations, I didn't want to think about a single fucking thing. 

All I wanted to do was obey, get fucked, and have so many orgasms that I stopped being able to count or spell my name. I didn't want to be the one to organize an entire scene, make up rules, or do whatever else was involved in being a Dom. 

In my everyday life, I already had to make decisions all the time. Everyone always looked to me as the one to make choices, as the one to speak. I needed the relief that came with submission. 

I savored it. Craved it.

I pulled the tentacle out to speak. “You have to beg him, Hawk,” I said. 

“Shush,” he grumbled.

That made me smile. “From one submissive to another…”

“I’m not a fucking sub.”

“You are to Ash,” I said. “You have to beg him for it. You know how mean he can be.”

“Rosie,” Ash warned. “Didn’t I tell you to suck that dildo?”

I wrinkled my nose. “Yes, Sir.”

“And what are you doing?”

“I’m—”

Hawk reached down and shoved my mouth back onto the dildo. My giggle was stifled by the tentacle and I started sucking again. 

He let out a long groan. 

And I grinned for a split second as he finally gave in. 

“Can I please come inside her? Please, Sir?” Hawk asked. 

“See,” Ash hummed, fucking me harder. “Was that so hard to do?”

We all knew the answer was yes. 

And we all knew Hawk wanted to beg again.

8/

hawk

Submission was a beautiful thing. 

When someone else was submitting to me. 

But when I was the one submitting? It was like pulling teeth. It was uncomfortable at times. It made me feel like a bumbling fool. 

Rosie submitted so effortlessly. The trust she had in us was something special. It always made me feel like the luckiest man alive.

And while I trusted Ash, I still found it hard to submit. Even though I wanted to. 

I felt his broad hand on my back. I could feel his eyes drilling into me, his tone firm. Commanding. There was no space for argument, only obeying. 

“Stop fucking her,” he said. “Stay inside her. Stay still.”

“What?” I rasped.

It took every ounce of control to do as he asked. Sweat dripped down my forehead, our bodies slick from the heat we created. I groaned, my thighs protesting from the thrusting I’d done from this angle. 

It was worth it. Rosie’s ass was heaven. 

Ash pulled out of her pussy and raised up slightly. The lightbulb went off in my mind as I realized what he was doing. 

We’d make both of us fit.

Maybe.

“I don’t know if this will work,” I grunted. 

“Where there’s a will there’s a way. Besides, we gotta try something. To save Greg.”

To save Greg.

That had become our mantra. Save Rosie’s hot husband, or else. Do whatever the game master wanted, or else.

“Pull back slightly,” Ash commanded. “And lean over her.”

I did as he said, bracing my hands against Rosie’s upper back as I leaned forward and pulled my cock back. I was still inside her, but just barely. 

I felt the head of his cock nudge against the underside of my shaft. Rosie moaned beneath us, her hair sticking to the sides of her face. She pulled off the tentacle dildo for a moment and turned her head, looking up at me. 

“Is this okay?” I rasped.

“Yes,” she groaned. “I like the weight of you on top of me. It feels good.”

Fuck. It was getting harder and harder to hold it together. I kept having to remind myself that Rosie was a stranger. Right? A stranger. A stranger’s wife. Someone I didn’t know, and certainly didn’t love, and⁠—

“Oh my god,” she gasped, her fingers curling into the blankets. 

Ash slowly, carefully, pushed inside of her. Our cocks were against each other, stretching her ass slowly. We went still, our chests heaving with labored breaths as we gave her time to adjust to the size of us together. 

She was taking a lot. 

“You feel so good,” I mumbled. “You feel really fucking good, Rosie.”

“Thank you,” she squeaked, her eyes rolling back in a state of bliss. 

God, she was such a beautiful mess. I found myself smiling like an idiot despite feeling like my balls were about to explode. I needed to come in her sweet ass, but I would wait. 

I would submit to Ash. 

I felt kisses along my spine. 

“You’re doing good,” Ash whispered. “I like it when you obey me. Even though I know we’re normally partners in Domming.”

I swallowed hard. “Thank you,” I murmured. 

He peppered more kisses on my back and then moved his hips. The three of us groaned together, especially from the friction of our cocks rubbing against each other. Pleasure shot through me, my entire body buzzing with lust. 

“Damn,” I groaned.

“Is Rosie still sucking the dildo?” Ash asked. 

I looked down at our girl and shook my head. She whimpered and closed both hands around the base, dragging it to her lips. 

“Now she is,” I chuckled. “Just needed a reminder.”

“Make sure she keeps sucking. Maybe then you can give her some praise.”

“Can I?” I asked. 

Ash was silent, and I closed my eyes, groaning. 

“Can I please praise her, Sir?”

“You really want to praise that slut?” Ash asked, his voice dripping with degradation. 

Rosie whimpered as she sucked the blue tentacle. 

“Yes,” I said. “Please. I’d really like to praise her.”

“Fine,” Ash said, thrusting harder. Faster. “Since you’ve been so good, I’ll let you praise her. Just remember, you still can’t come until I let you.”

“Thank you, Sir,” I rasped.

My gaze returned to Rosie and how damn perfect she looked beneath us like this. The lights in the room gave all of us a lustrous sheen, and her body glistened like a smooth pearl beneath it. She was beautiful, and smart, and kind, and hot. So damn hot. 

“You look so good, angel,” I said softly. “You’re taking us both so well.”

Ash and I found a brutal tempo, our cocks taking her in tandem.

Rosie moaned around the dildo, her cheeks flushed. 

“Look at you,” I gasped. “So fucking hot bent over and taking our cocks like this. Greg is so lucky, isn’t he? He has no idea how much you’d do to save him.”

“Maybe he does,” Ash said. “Maybe he’s been watching this whole time. Maybe he’s seen everything we’ve done together while tied to a chair, nothing more than a helpless cuck.”

She moaned in protest, her eyes fluttering. Admittedly, the thought of Greg watching us the entire time turned me on even more. I liked the idea of him knowing how hard she’d worked to save him from the evil game master. That she’d been spanked, played with, and used—all for him. 

“I bet he’d be proud of you,” I huffed. “If he is watching.”

“Or he’d be humiliated,” Ash chimed. 

Always the devil’s advocate. I fought a smile. Between the two of us, I’d always been the one to deliver praise while he’d always been the one to degrade and humiliate. We played together so well for that reason. There wasn’t anything quite like praising a sub for doing well while another Dom told them they were doing terribly. 

The mindfuck of it all was hot. 

“Does it feel good being fucked like this?” I asked. 

All Rosie could do was nod. The sound of her sucking the toy mixed with our bodies slapping against each other made my blood rush. I couldn’t even hear the ocean sounds anymore—they were all drowned out by the symphony of sex. 

“Good girl,” I moaned. “You’re doing so well.”

Ash scoffed and bit me. Hard enough that I yelped, twisting slightly despite the fact I wasn’t going anywhere. 

“Damn you,” I growled. 

He laughed like a damn vampire and bit me again. 

“You crazy son of a bitch,” I moaned. 

But the pain only went to my cock. 

And he knew that. 

He knew I was right on the edge, too. 

“I’m so close,” I said. “I want to come.”

“Not yet.”

“Fuck,” I snarled, shaking my head. “Please. Please let me come. Please. I’m dying here. I’m dying to come inside her.”

“I said not yet, you little bitch,” Ash snapped.

His fingers slid into my hair, gripping hard and tugging my head back. I looked up at the ceiling, the world dancing around us as my cock continued to pump in and out of Rosie. 

“Ash,” I whimpered.

He blew out a long breath, a dark chuckle following. “Damn it. You sound good when you whimper, Hawk.”

Another sound came out of me. A whimper and a moan blended together. 

“I’m so close,” I gasped. 

“Fuck,” he mumbled, releasing my head. “For fuck’s sake. Come. Now.”

His permission sent a rush of endorphins through me. I groaned as my orgasm took over, and I felt him coming with me. Our come filled Rosie, my body feeling the climax from my head to my toes. The full-body thrill of coming so hard that I stopped breathing for a few moments. 

We all melted against each other. My eyes squeezed shut as I savored the last few bolts of pleasure, and then Ash slowly pulled back. He rolled to the side, panting. I did the same, ending up on the other side of Rosie. 

She pulled her lips off the tentacle dildo and her eyes closed, her entire body sinking into the blankets. 

“If that didn’t unlock the puzzle, I don’t know what else will,” she said. 

Ash let out a low chuckle and raised his head, looking around the room. My gaze followed his to the TV where the timer clicked away, signaling we had only thirty minutes left. 

“Fuck,” I whispered. I looked around the room again, a little more frantic this time, and scowled. “There,” I said, pointing toward the shape of a hidden door on the wall. It looked like it had opened while we were busy. 

“I can’t move yet,” Rosie groaned. 

“We have to,” Ash said. “The clock is ticking.”

“Come on, sweetheart,” I said, sliding my arms around her. “Don’t you want to know what happens next?”

She cracked an eye open. With a dazed sigh, she roused herself, slowly sitting up. I tugged her close and rolled us off the bed, lifting her into my arms as I stood. 

“Good.” Ash stood up and stretched his arms, glancing around the room. 

The aftermath of our session was strewn everywhere. Sex toys, ropes, condoms, mussed blankets. We’d used every piece of equipment in this room to our best abilities, and now…

“Now we see what’s behind the door,” Ash said. 

Rosie’s arms wrapped around my neck as I followed Ash. We crossed the room to the door, and he tugged it open, revealing another dark hall. Unlike the blue lighting that lit this space, the hall appeared to be a cross between pink and red.

“Well,” I said. “I guess we’re going in there.”

“It’s the only way out,” Ash said. “Let’s see where it leads.”

9/

rosie

The red hall was ominous. My grip on Hawk tightened as he stepped across the threshold, and the three of us were greeted with a cool draft of air. The door automatically closed behind us and locked.

My heart leapt to my throat. This was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Part of me felt confused, part of me felt excited, and part of me felt a little scared. 

Well, maybe scared and aroused.

Hawk’s heart was beating fast, too. I could hear it thumping against his strong chest, my ear pressed to his skin. His palms were clammy, which made me even more nervous. 

If Hawk was worried, then so was I. 

“Ash,” I whispered. “Is this… part of…”

“No breaking,” he said, his tone cold. “Trust in the game master.”

The game master.

Who the fuck was the game master? 

My mind swirled with possibilities. I looked up at Hawk, but his brows drew together in a scowl. I knew he was wondering the same thing. 

Who was the person pulling the strings and treating us like sex puppets? 

Ashton didn’t seem phased as he led us down the long and winding hall. The walls were made of stone, the floor lighting up red and orange. It looked like it was a screen that responded to pressure, every step forward sending ripples of sparks underfoot. 

“It’s like…” I trailed off with a frown. “Lava?”

“Maybe like an underwater volcano,” Hawk said. “Maybe…”

I nodded and turned my head, looking around the space more. Whoever was behind this, they’d done an elaborate job at setting this up. 

“We’re running out of time,” I whispered.

Ash glanced back at us. The way the shadows danced around us almost made him look like a villain. “We’ll get to Greg.”

I nodded, my throat squeezing. Hawk pressed a kiss to my forehead as the hallway twisted to the left. The corridor ended abruptly at another door. 

Submit to Escape was etched into the metal. I stared at the words and shook my head as they took on a whole new meaning. 

Just what in the hell had Greg signed us up for? Did he even know? 

What if this had been the plan from the start? 

What if…

What if Greg was the game master? 

The thought startled me. There was no way my sweet Greg could be the one behind this…

Right?

Right?

I wasn’t so sure. 

Maybe it was Hawk. Maybe it was Ashton. 

Hell, maybe it was someone I didn’t know at all. 

“Someone’s brain is awake again,” Hawk snorted.

I looked up at him and stuck my tongue out, earning a gentle swat on my ass. I wrinkled my nose. Even a gentle pat sent a jolting reminder of the spankings from earlier. 

I wasn’t going to be able to sit without feeling the ache for at least two days. 

“Oh, I know,” Ash said. “I can feel Rosie’s cloud of thoughts from here. Put her down.”

I squeaked as Hawk dropped me quickly. My feet hit the floor and I stumbled, grabbing onto his bicep to steady myself. I was suddenly reminded that not only was I completely naked, but an absolute mess too. Covered in cum, sweat, tears, and god knew what else. 

Ash pulled me close and surprised me by tangling his fingers in my hair and tugging my head back. His lips pressed against mine, and then parted, our kiss turning deeper. Sweeter. 

I swayed against him, all of my thoughts vanishing. It was hard to think about the problem at hand in his arms. 

When he drew back, he softened his touch. “Are you ready?” he murmured. 

I swallowed hard. I wasn’t sure if I was, actually. I drank in the real him for a moment, the man that had⁠—

“Rosie,” he said, his voice hardening. He tightened his grip in my hair. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, Sir,” I rasped. “I am.”

“Good. Open the door.”

The door loomed in front of us. Would this be it? The final room? Would Greg be on the other side, or would we have to solve another puzzle? 

What happened if we failed? 

What if I didn’t save Greg? 

All of those questions swirled in my head as I reached for the handle. The metal was cold against my hand, the shock of it rolling through me. Despite the lava floor, everything was cold here.

The hinges screeched as I shoved the door open. It was heavy and took all of my strength. 

The next room was revealed. I gasped, my eyes widening as I took it all in. The room looked like it was at the center of a volcano, only the rocky walls had massive screens on them showing…

Video.

Of the three of us fucking. 

The sound of our cries and moans echoed through the cavern, erotic and unashamed. 

And at the center was⁠—

I squealed as I was suddenly shoved through the doorway. I stumbled forward, catching myself before I hit the floor. A grunted curse followed, and I spun around just as Hawk was shoved into the room and the door slammed shut. 

“Ash!” Hawk yelled. “What the fuck? What the fuck are you doing? What the fuck is going on?”

I turned back, torn between the shock of being pushed into this room by Ash and then…

Greg.

I rushed to my husband. 

At the center of it all was Greg, tied to a chair and completely naked. A ball gag was bound around his head, drool dripping from his mouth. He rocked back and forth in his seat, trying to see us. I went around to face him and froze, my mouth falling open. 

A Fleshlight was fastened to his cock, pumping him slowly. Cum dripped from it, making him a completely helpless mess.I quickly unbuckled the ball gag as Hawk stormed around the room angrily, clearly looking for a way out. Occasionally, his gaze would linger on the screens that were clearly showing everything we’d just done. 

The moment the ball gag was off Greg, he let out a long groan, his eyes fluttering. “Hey, Rosie.”

“Hey Rosie?” I barked out. “Are you kidding me Greg?”

The corner of his mouth tugged with a smile, but was quickly lost as his muscles tensed. Another groan left him and my mouth dropped as I realized my stupid husband was coming. 

Again.

“Is this what you’ve been doing?” I asked, planting my hands on my hips. “Watching me get fucked by two strangers while you got to sit here?”

“It’s not like I knew I was going to get tied up,” he whimpered. 

“Damn it, Greg!” I yelled. “I’ve been doing acrobatics and getting my back blown out while you’ve just been sitting here like some cuck just watching me? Not trying to rescue me?”

“I don’t think you needed rescuing,” he chuckled, his gaze lighting up with mischief. 

“Rosie,” Hawk called. “The timer is still going.”

I turned around, my eyes widening as I saw the clock. And he was right, it was still going.

Which meant this was the last puzzle to solve. 

“Where in the hell is Ash?” That son of a bitch. “Is he the game master? He has to be.”

“I think he must be,” Hawk said as he joined us. 

Greg looked up at him. “Hey, stranger.”

Hawk raised a brow, fighting a smile. “Hey, stranger.”

“How’d it feel fucking my wife?”

“Greg,” I warned. “I will put this ball gag back on and leave you here forever.”

“Oh come on,” he whined. “Untie me. Free me. Hawk?”

Hawk shook his head. “I’m not untying you. That’s up to your wife.”

“I thought you were the Dom here?”

“Is he always this annoying?” Hawk asked me. 

“He is,” I said, exasperated. “He doesn’t even appreciate all I’ve done for him.”

Hawk reached for the Fleshlight that was still pumping Greg’s cock, and undid the rope that held it in place. The moment it came off, more cum slid out onto Greg’s lap. He groaned, shaking his head. 

“I was using that,” he huffed. 

“Yeah, I can see that.” Hawk tossed it to the floor. “We’re running out of time. What happens then? Because we’ve got you, but Ash is now gone, and we’re still trapped.”

“Maybe it’s time you beg for your escape.”

The game master’s voice sounded a little different this time. 

“Ash,” I said, my eyes widening. 

A dark chuckle filled the room from hidden speakers. “Yes, angel?”

“How?” I asked.

That was the only word I could form. How on earth had he pulled all of this off when he’d been with us the entire time?

“I’d like to also know how,” Hawk said. “Did Greg help?”

“No,” Greg said quickly, shaking his head. “I’ve been here since I left Rosie.”

“I thought you were going to the bathroom,” I said.

“Me too. But then I got locked in the bathroom. And when I came out, I was kidnapped by two strangers.”

I was completely bewildered.

“The timer is ticking,” Ashton’s voice boomed. “If you want to get out of this room, then the three of you are going to do exactly as I say. I don’t care if you don’t want to do it. I don’t care if it feels wrong or feels uncomfortable—you’ll do it. Otherwise, I’ll go back to the hotel and enjoy the room service all by myself.”

The three of us protested and were met with another evil laugh. 

“You’ve got twenty minutes,” he said. “Twenty minutes to please the game master and escape.”

“We’ll do whatever you want,” Greg moaned. 

“Fuck off, Greg,” Hawk snapped. “And fuck you too, Ash.”

“Aw, someone doesn’t like being a sub,” Ash crooned. “Only that’s a fucking lie. We all know you like being a sub sometimes. Get on your fucking knees, Hawk. Now.”

I turned to look at him. Hawk shook his head, his cheeks red and eyes bright with frustration. 

“Hawk,” I said. “Just do what he says.”

“No,” Hawk quipped.

I stepped closer to him and closed my hand around his cock right in front of my husband. It hardened in my grip, his breath hitching. 

“Please,” I whispered. “Just submit. Give into it.”

His eyes fluttered shut and he shook his head, but didn’t stop me as I started to stroke him. 

“Damn it, Rosie,” he groaned. “You sure know how to convince a man.”

He was right, I did. I leaned up on my tip toes, ignoring Greg’s whimper as I kissed Hawk. I stroked him faster. “Get on your knees for the game master,” I whispered. “And I’ll get on my knees for you.”

His breath hitched. “Fuck,” I whispered. 

I glanced past him at the clock. We were losing time. 

“Hawk,” I begged. “Please. Please. I’m begging you to do what he wants. Please help us escape.”

He shook his head, but his will was waning. His cock strained in my grip and he pressed his hips forward. 

“Fucking hell,” he rasped, his eyes flying open. 

He held my gaze as he slowly stepped back, his nostrils flaring as he knelt on the cold floor. 

“Good,” the game master said. “Let’s begin.”

10/

rosie

Goosebumps rippled across my skin as the air in the room cooled. The screens around us turned on, showing more video of the things we’d done together. Hawk fucking my mouth, spanking me, using me. Video of Ash using the two of us, commanding us how he saw fit. 

“I can’t believe it was you,” I said, shaking my head. 

I felt like I’d discovered the identity of the Wizard of Oz. Hiding behind the ominous voice and maze of rooms was the mirage of the game master—the very man who had been with us from the start. 

“Rosie, untie your pathetic excuse for a husband.”

I swallowed hard and turned my attention to Greg. Hawk waited on his knees impatiently, wearing a scowl that was slowly turning into something else. 

Maybe it was lust. Maybe it was shock. 

I felt it too. Despite everything that had happened and all we’d done, I still wanted more. 

I wanted to know what I was going to be forced to do. 

I slipped behind Greg and quickly untied the rope. The hemp felt good in my fingers, rough as it vibrated across itself. I pulled it free and the ropes went slack, falling to the floor. 

Greg leaned forward, rolling his shoulders. “Damn,” he said. “That feels better.”

Rope marks circled his entire body like tire tracks. I wrapped my arms around him for a moment and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. He relaxed and leaned back against me. 

“I love you,” he mumbled. 

“I love you too,” I whispered. I straightened and tipped my chin up, looking up as if I were talking to a god. “What next, game master?”

That damned ominous click I’d come to know so well sounded behind me. I turned around as a box on the floor opened. I pressed my lips together and approached it, prying the lid back. 

My eyes widened. “Really?”

I didn’t get a reply, but that was answer enough. 

Inside the box, there was only one item. 

A single heavy, wooden paddle with the word submit burned into the flat side, and part of a tire with rough grooves and dips on the other side.

I pulled it out and turned the paddle over, shaking my head as I inspected it. It felt wrong to even be holding it. I was never the one who wielded a paddle unless it was for Greg, but even then it was rare.

I was a sub, not a Dom. 

But…

If I were spanking someone at the command of my Dom, that was a different story. We contained multitudes, and my multitudes involved pleasing my Dom however he wanted, even if that meant putting someone else on their knees. 

It wasn’t for me, it was for him. 

And I liked being a useful tool.

“Do you want me to use this?” I asked. 

“Yes. Greg, get on your knees next to Hawk.”

The tension in the room thickened. Greg slid from his chair to his knees next to Hawk. I carried the paddle to them, studying them next to each other. Greg and Hawk were both insanely handsome, but different kinds of handsome. Where Greg was smooth, Hawk was rough. Both had dark hair, but Greg’s was streaked with gray at the sideburns. It gave him such a silver fox look, despite the fact that he was one of the most submissive men I’d ever known. He loved getting on his knees, whereas Hawk hated it. 

Hawk was used to being the one holding the paddle. 

“How does it feel?” I asked with a smirk. 

“It feels like I'm going to be reminding you who's on top later.”

I grinned, unable to hold back my amusement. We all knew that at the end of the day, Hawk would always Dom me. 

Which was why this brought me so much joy. 

Because also at the end of the day, we had one Dom we all listened to.

“You can remind me,” I said. “Once we escape this damn place. Ash has us all trapped right now, so I’m unfortunately at his mercy and have to do whatever he asks me to do to you.”

“So unfortunate,” Ash’s booming voice snickered.

Hawk glowered. “When I get my hands on you…”

“You can jack me off,” Ash finished. “Keep going. All of you.”

I waved the paddle at Greg, earning a look of pure adoration.

“You look really damn good,” Greg said. “Especially holding that paddle.”

I shook my head. “You're unbelievable, you know that? I still can't believe you have just been here the whole time getting off while I've been…”

“Getting off?” he countered. My husband smirked, raising a brow. “I saw everything you did with those two strangers. Every single thing. All to save me, right?”

“Yes. All to save my loving husband.”

“Such a good effort, too,” he chimed.

I didn’t like his sarcasm. “Okay, I’m ready to use this paddle now.”

Hawk laughed, Greg blanched. 

Ash's voice reverberated around us. “Hawk and Greg, I want you to bend over on all fours.”

“I’m not doing this,” Hawk growled. 

“You will do this,” Ash told him. “Bend over. All fours. Now.”

Reluctantly, Hawk bent over. Greg did so immediately without question. I knew his expression all too well. That look of submission and obedience. The headspace that made a sub feel like they were on cloud nine. 

I’d been there, but the shock of everything had pulled me out. But now…

Maybe I’d get there again. 

“You know how to spank, and you're going to do that now, Rosie. You have fifteen minutes to spank both of them until they can't take it anymore. Hawk is gonna bitch and moan, but you won't stop. That is your task, and the only thing that will please me. It’s the only way you’ll escape.”

The only thing that would please him. Excitement rolled through me as I pushed the chair and ropes out of the way. Now, we had all the space we needed in the center of the room. I noticed that the floor was slightly padded, which was good for anyone who might end up on their knees. 

“Is that really the only thing that will please you?” I asked. 

“Yes,” he said. “Spank them until I tell you to stop.”

“Yes, Sir,” I said immediately.

I hoped he would eventually join us in the room. Selfishly, I wanted more. Even though my pussy, ass, and the rest of my body would be sore tomorrow—I still wanted more. 

And he was right. I did know how to spank someone. I was taught by him. But I didn't get the chance to do it very often, and the paddle felt rusty in my hand as I circled behind Greg and Hawk. 

Both of their asses faced me, their cocks hard and throbbing between their legs.

For all his protesting, Hawk was enjoying this. That much was painfully clear.

“Do I get to tell them what to do?” I asked.

“No,” Hawk snapped.

“Yes,” Ash responded.

Hawk shook his head vehemently. At any moment, I knew that he could use his safe word if this was really too much. I waited for a moment to see if he would, but he didn’t. 

Instead, he forced his body to relax. I licked my lips as I watched him visibly melt. 

He looked back at me, and raised a brow as if to issue a challenge.

“This is the one time you're ever going to get to do this to me,” he said. “Make it fucking count, Rosie.”

My grin was evil. Oh, there would be a price to play later—but I would happily pay it. It wasn't very often a sub got to do this to their own Dom.

“This is what you get for being a switch,” I purred.

He let out a grumble, and I didn't catch what he said.

“What was that?” I asked. 

“Tell us what to do then, Rosie.”

My mind blanked.

Damn it.

He knew me too well. 

“Um...” I trailed off. 

I didn’t know what I wanted them to do. I liked being told what to do.

“Ash?” I asked, but he didn’t offer any help. I knew that somewhere in this place, he was probably laughing at my response. 

I wrinkled my nose, trying to decide what I wanted. 

An idea sprung to mind. 

“I want the two of you to face each other,” I decided. “And I want you to kiss as I spank both of you. I'll alternate. If that's okay.”

I waited to have Ash's confirmation, but he didn't say anything. Part of me wished he would have, but he'd never been one to overly praise.

Greg moved so Hawk didn’t have to. He crawled in front of him and leaned forward, planting a gentle kiss on his lips. Hawk sighed, and then melted into the kiss, leaning into it. 

After all we’d done, I hadn’t thought my pussy would have any life left in her, but I was wrong. 

Watching my husband kiss the man who’d just fucked me senseless turned me on. 

I decided to start with Greg. Maybe it was because this whole escape room business had been his idea, or maybe it was because he’d yet to show me he was grateful for rescuing him—but I was ready to spank his ass. 

I smoothed my palm over his ass cheeks, giving each one a pinch and earning a soft yelp. I started to slap one and then the other, warming his skin up the way I’d been shown to do. I wanted to make sure his body was ready for the impact so I didn’t cause any damage. 

Although I definitely wanted to leave a mark. 

If I was going to have a problem sitting on the plane ride home, then so was he. 

It was only fair.

“Darling,” Greg huffed.

“Yes, my love?”

I paused in my rubbing and looked up, meeting his gaze. 

“Don’t hold back.”

I smirked. “I wasn’t going to, my love.”

The first strike of the paddle shocked us all. It surprised me because the sound the wood made against his asscheek was loud. It surprised Greg, because he hadn’t expected it to be so hard. And it surprised Hawk, because he knew he was next. 

And that power went straight to my pussy. 

I spanked his other cheek with the paddle, the power of it flowing through me. Greg grinned as I spanked him again, wielding the tool however I pleased. I alternated between each cheek, giving each one a good spank. His skin bloomed red, his muscles tense as he moaned again.

Hawk caught Greg’s mouth, kissing him as a distraction while I spanked him. Greg whimpered, and I couldn't stop myself from reaching between his legs and grabbing a hold of his cock while I held the paddle with my other hand.

I started to stroke him methodically. Slowly. Milking him as I hit his ass with a paddle again.

He broke his kiss with Hawk, his voice ringing out. “Fuck,” he cried. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

“You're such a little pain slut,” I chided.

“I am,” he gasped.

“He's pathetic,” Hawk said.

Greg groaned in response and leaned forward. His forehead rested against Hawk’s shoulder. 

Hawk watched me as I spanked our man. 

All of the role-playing we’d done was starting to peel away, and we were settling into what we knew to be us. It was hard not to slip out of a scene, and as much as I tried to hold onto what we were doing, there were still elements of intimacy none of us could avoid.

That's what happened when you had three partners, all who knew you better than anyone else. All who love you more than anyone else, and all who would do bizarre role-playing, kinky predicament situations without question.

I spanked Greg harder, watching as his muscles tensed from the pain. It was the kind of pain that stung, the flat surface snapping against his skin.

He let out a string of gargled curses. He could barely form the words.

Truly, there was something magical about turning my husband into a whimpering mess. I sucked in a breath, and flipped the paddle over, revealing the rougher side. Hawk’s eyes widened, although he didn't say anything. He was going to let it be a surprise for Greg, just as it would be a surprise for him later.

The other side of the paddle had grooves and ridges in a rough material that would spank differently. It wouldn't make the smooth smack that the other side did, but instead a grittier thud which would definitely leave marks.

“I think she's enjoying this,” Ash said, his voice flowing around us.

I wished he was standing in the room with us. But, the scene wasn't over yet, and at this point, I knew that the game master would surprise us with anything. 

Maybe he would join us.

I decided to ask.

“Are you coming in here?” I asked. “Or are you going to keep sitting behind your curtain and watching? Since when are you the cuckold?”

“Rosie, Rosie, Rosie,” he taunted. “Do as you’re told and spank your fucking husband.”

I did my best to hide my grin, although I had a feeling he could see it. 

I spanked Greg, enjoying the way he yelped as he realized the paddle had a different side.

“Damn, this is hot,” Hawk grunted.

“You're next,” I teased.

He let out a seething hiss, but didn't argue. His gaze fixated on the paddle as it met Greg's ass, the slap ringing around us. 

“Fuck,” Greg moaned. “Rosie.”

“Keep going,” Hawk urged. 

I did as he told me, spanking Greg until his back arched and he let out a low cry. Cum burst from his cock, dripping to the floor beneath him. 

“Clean it up, Hawk.”

All of us were stunned by Ash’s command. 

Hawk went still, his brows drawn together. Greg sat back, his skin flushed as he caught his breath. “You don’t have to,” he rasped. “I can clean it up.”

“You’re running out of time,” Ash said. “Spank Hawk while he licks up Greg’s cum, Rosie.”

“God damn it,” Hawk muttered. 

It felt wrong, but it was also exciting. All of us were being pushed in a new way, which was hard to do after being together for so long…

“Do as he asks, Rosie,” Hawk commanded. 

“Yes, Sir,” I squeaked. 

I knelt down next to Hawk as he lowered his mouth to the floor and the cum there. I held up the paddle, hesitating for a moment.

“Do it, Rosie,” he growled. 

I sucked in a breath and then brought the paddle down on his ass. He grunted as he parted his lips, his tongue lapping up the mess Greg made on the floor. Greg sat back with wide eyes as he watched Hawk, his cheeks flushed. 

I was flushed too. I spanked Hawk again, this time harder. Going back and forth between each cheek and building up the strength of each impact. Hawk groaned, his hips rocking as he licked up every drop of Greg’s cum. 

“Fuck,” I whispered.

This was so hot. 

Hawk licked up the last few drops and groaned, his chest sinking against the floor as he pushed his ass up. My jaw dropped as I realized he was sliding into a submissive space. 

The door to the room opened, but Hawk didn’t look up. He was too blissed out. I kept spanking him, even as Ashton approached our group. 

“Good boy,” Ash praised as he stepped up behind me. “Look at him. Our tough lumberjack on his knees being spanked. He looks so fucking good, doesn’t he?”

“Yes,” Greg whimpered.

“He does,” I rasped.

Ash leaned over me, taking my wrist firmly and stopping me before I spanked him again. I whimpered, my head spinning as I leaned back against his body, the warmth of him heating every part of me. 

“Did I do well?” I whispered. 

“You did,” Ash said. “Greg, I don’t think you’ve given Rosie the proper thanks for saving you.”

“How should I thank her, Sir?” he asked.

“You can start by worshipping her pussy while I fuck Hawk,” Ash said. “Get on your back, Rosie. You can lay next to Hawk.”

I dropped the paddle and rolled onto my back. Hawk raised up slightly and dragged me towards him, his mouth hovering over mine as Greg knelt between my thighs and Ash got behind him. I heard the sound of lube and a condom and whimpered as Greg’s tongue circled my clit. 

“Fuck,” I rasped.

Hawk moaned in response. One of his hands cupped my breast, the other bracing against the floor and holding his weight. 

“Fuck,” he whimpered, his lips meeting mine right as Ash thrust into him. 

Greg’s tongue was magic. I gasped as he kept lapping at me, working two fingers inside my pussy and thrusting them in and out to the same rhythm as Ash was fucking Hawk. 

It was fast. Fast and brutal and everything the four of us needed. All of the torturous edging and being trapped and fighting the clock to escape this place came roaring back. 

“One minute,” Ash huffed. “One minute to make her come, Greg. One minute for Hawk to come. And one for me, too.”

One minute. The pressure was on. 

Greg put all his power into worshipping my pussy. Every lick was full of gratitude, and I felt that in every nerve ending of my body.

“Oh fuck,” Hawk moaned.

I moaned in response, only for it to get lost in another kiss. Our tongues danced as our partners pleasured us. Ash’s groans became more hurried. 

I was right on the edge again. 

So fucking close.

“Greg,” I gasped.

“I know, baby,” he said against my pussy. “She’s almost there.”

“Twenty seconds,” Ash called. 

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. 

“Fifteen.”

“I’m coming,” Hawk gasped. 

All Ash did was grunt in response, and I knew they both were. 

And that alone was what sent me over. 

I cried out, my thighs squeezing Greg’s head as he kept licking me through my orgasm. It was hard and fast, flooding my entire body until I felt like I was drowning.

My body collapsed against the floor, my limbs relaxing. Hawk, Greg, and Ash all collapsed too, the four of us ending up in a messy, sex-dazed pile. 

My eyes shut slowly as the rush started to ebb and I was left with a smile on my face. 

“That was…” I trailed off. 

“That was an escape room adventure,” Ash said triumphantly. 

The four of us laughed. 

It’d been an escape room adventure we’d never forget.

11/

greg

I loved my wife.

I also loved Hawk and Ashton.

Six years together, and the four of us had learned a few things about each other. After our winter escapades in a log cabin during a snowstorm, where the two of them had pretended to be lumberjacks, we discovered that we could take our kink scenes to new heights. 

It took a lot of planning, a lot of work, a lot of pre-negotiations—but it was worth it.

We all had our needs. 

Rosie and I loved being submissive. I, especially, loved being tied up and forced to watch her be fucked for hours. 

Hawk was our Dom, yes, but he was a switch. And it was very rare that he entertained his submissive side. This scene had been a challenge for him, but we all trusted each other. If it had been too much—he would have stopped us. 

Ash was the mastermind behind everything. Our game master, our Dom, the love of our lives. Our ridiculously handsome and sweet partner who always had a trick up his sleeve. 

We all loved each other more than words could ever describe. 

This had been the wildest experience any of us had ever had. I wasn't sure we'd ever be able to top it, although topping it was never the goal to begin with.

Role playing was hard at times. Staying in character and following all the pre-negotiations we’d set up was a challenge in itself. 

But it was worth it. 

Pretending to not know Hawk and Ash was always the hardest part, though. Seeing them on the beach and knowing Rosie was fighting the urge to run and jump into their arms had been fun. 

Hell, everything about our vacation was fun.

I stretched out on the large beach towel, curling against Hawk. He kissed the top of my head, the scent of sunscreen floating on the summer breeze as Rosie straddled Ash to apply it on his tan skin.

“You're going to burn,” she said. “And if all of you burn, then I can't scratch you while we're in bed.”

The three of us chuckled, and none of us protested. It was the morning after our escape room adventure, and we'd slept in until a Hawk had dragged us out of the bed for coffee and food. A lot of food. In fact, I was pretty sure we'd horrified the hotel staff. 

This part of the beach was private. There were screens up that allowed us to enjoy ourselves out in the open. It was well worth the money, because it meant we could have sex outside without anyone watching.

“I think this might be the best vacation yet,” Rosie announced.

That pleased all of us.

“I would agree.” Ash sighed happily.

“I, for one, really liked tying Greg up with Christmas lights,” Hawk chuckled. “But yes, this was the perfect escape. I wasn’t expecting to submit so much, though.”

“Did you like it?” Ash asked. 

“Yes,” he said. “I just didn’t expect it.”

“You know, you aren’t any less of a Dom just because you are a switch,” Ash said. “And we all know Rosie and Greg still submit to you.”

Hawk smiled against the top of my head. “I know. You have a point. And I do like submitting occasionally, even if it feels strange at first. That part of me isn’t often brought to the surface or fulfilled, and while I just need to be a Dom most of the time, I need to remember it’s good for me to experience things as a sub too.”

“Well, you have two subs at your disposal,” I said.

He kissed my head and then closed his eyes, smiling as he sprawled out further. Sunshine dappled our bodies as Rosie finished applying sunscreen to Ash. 

“Okay,” she said. “So. We didn’t get a chance to ask how, and I need to know. How in the fuck did you pull that off? Ash, you were with us the entire time. Was there someone else?”

“We had a couple friends lend a hand,” Ash answered. “The woman who checked us in is the wife of Freddie, who owns the escape room. Freddie is a professional femdom who also happens to have this place as a side project. So we had them set everything up to make it kinky. And of course, everything will be sanitized today, and it’ll go back to being a non-kinky, completely normal escape room.”

“Do I even want to know how much that cost?” Rosie asked. 

“Nope,” Ash and I said at the same time. 

It’d cost a lot and had been damn worth it. 

Plus, between the four of us, we were lucky enough to not have to worry when we splurged like this. Four incomes with no kids or pets meant we could book an entire venue to have unreasonably kinky sex for hours without interruption. 

“I pre-recorded a lot of the game master’s commands with a distortion filter,” Ash said. “Freddie’s wife, Amy, is a programmer. She was able to set up a system that mostly worked on its own. Greg was tied up, but able to press a few buttons to activate certain things while he watched us. Freddie and Amy did not see us having sex, but were on standby in case something went wrong. All the video that was recorded was private and only went to us.”

“Amazing,” Hawk said. “You really thought this one through.”

Ash smiled and lifted his head to look up at us. “I love you three a lot. And I’m glad you let me put you in precarious situations. I’m grateful for your trust.”

Rosie smiled and sprawled out on top of Ash’s back. She planted a kiss on his cheek. “We love you,” she said. 

“We do,” I agreed. 

“We do. Even when you’re kind of an ass of a Dom,” Hawk said. 

We laughed. Ash beamed. “You know you like it,” he said. 

“You’re so mean sometimes,” Rosie teased, peppering more kisses on his long hair. “For one of the sweetest people I’ve ever met.”

“It’s called balance,” he chuckled. His expression sobered for a moment, and he let out a long breath. “I needed the escape.”

“We all did,” Hawk murmured. “We’ve all been working too hard. But, it’ll be worth it soon.”

I nodded and turned my head, meeting Rosie’s gaze. She raised a brow. She knew me too damn well, a frown tugging at her lips. 

It was time to tell them. 

“I have a little announcement,” I said slowly. 

Rosie quickly got off Ash, sitting cross-legged on the beach towel. Ash immediately turned over and sat up. Hawk did the same, the two of them focusing on us entirely. 

My heart pounded a little faster. This had been a hard decision to make, but it was one I knew was right. I’d been a neurosurgeon at my job for years and there’d never been a good time to move. Since the four of us had been together, we’d been working to try and find times in the year we could be together. Rosie and I lived together, Hawk and Ash lived tougher, and the four of us had made it work—with the dream that one day we’d all be together. 

And now…

Now that dream was going to come true.

“I’ve been working at my hospital for over four years now,” I said slowly. “As you all know. And it’s put a huge strain on our relationship.”

Ash immediately shook his head. “It’s not a strain, Greg. We all knew that getting that position was important to you. And we’ve made it work.”

“We have,” Rosie said.

“Your job is important,” Hawk said. “And while there have been challenges for all of us, it’s never been something we haven’t found a way to make work.”

“I know,” I agreed. “And for that, I am grateful. But, I’ve been keeping an eye out for other positions that would put me closer to where Ash and Hawk live. Rosie, with your job, you’re able to transition to any city. And we’ve all talked in-depth about how we’d move closer if we ever had the chance. Well, I received an opportunity that would put us just about an hour away.”

“Oh my god,” Rosie squealed.

Hawk’s eyes lit up. “You found one?”

“I did,” I said, my throat tightening. “I didn’t want to say anything until I got confirmation, but I’ll be making the transition if it’s something we all want.”

“Do you want it?” Ash asked slowly. “Do you really want to change places? Uproot everything you’ve worked for?”

“Yes, I want it. This is what I’ve worked for,” I said. “This right here. The three of you.”

“Oh Greg,” Rosie whispered, tears springing to her eyes. “Fuck. We’ve been waiting so long for this.”

“We have. Come here,” Ash murmured. 

I went to him, only to be dragged into the middle of the three of them. Heat rushed to my cheeks, a soft laugh leaving me as Rosie peppered kisses on my face, Hawk squeezed me, and Ash planted more kisses on my shoulders. 

I had the three best partners I could ever ask for. The love between us continued to grow and push us to new places. 

“Does this mean this is the last time we’ll have a vacation like this?” Rosie whispered. “Where we haven’t seen each other in so long because we all work and live in different places?”

“Yes, my love,” I said. “That’s why I wanted it to be something special.”

Hawk sniffled. “I’m really happy right now.”

“Me too,” Rosie whispered. 

“Me three,” Ash said, kissing me again. “Now I know why you asked me to go so extra on everything. I just thought it was for fun.”

“It was,” I chuckled. “But it was also because I wanted it to be a summer vacation we’d never forget.”

This vacation was the perfect escape, and now I was looking forward to a future with my perfect partners that burned brighter than the summer sun. 

“This also means we’ll all be together this fall,” I said slowly. 

I felt Rosie smile against me. “Oh? Interesting.”

“Interesting, indeed,” Hawk said.

Ash smirked. “I’ll start making my evil plans now. It’ll be the perfect hunt.”

We couldn’t wait to find out exactly what he meant by that.

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about clio evans

A lover of myths, legends, BDSM, and queer joy in media–Clio Evans is the author of the Citrus Cove Series, Creature Cafe Series, Warts & Claws Series, and more.

From Austin but now living in Chicago, they can always be found drinking coffee or thinking about the perfect kinky happy ending for their books.

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