The Deal
Scarlett POV
The main rule of BDSM is consent. Without it, the environment was no scene, no game, nothing. In BDSM there are certain levels, green, yellow, and red, anything green is permitted, if you were in a yellow zone you had to be careful and anything red was forbidden. Of course, these zones changed constantly. Sometimes a practice that I thought was red could go to yellow and something green at first could become red.
People change, their tastes change, they adapt, and that's what was always interesting, testing things out, learning new things, feelings, and emotions. At this point, there was tension in the air as no one wanted to be the one to make the first move.
The black-haired Alpha stood behind me, while the light brown-haired man stood in front of me, our bodies almost touching, we could feel the heat radiating from each other. It's like the game of whoever blinks first, loses, only it's whoever makes the first move.
My sex is getting wetter because my mind won't stop wandering, imagining what their touch would feel like, what the difference was between them, how each one would make me scream with pleasure or pain, or maybe both. My imaginary pleasure ran through my body, almost making me shiver, almost making me moan.
I’m the prey. They wanted to hunt me down to devour me. Part of me wanted to give up, but the thrill of the hunt kept me on my feet and grounded. However, I was at a disadvantage. As tough as I am, I've been on my feet, in these high heels for a long time, and I was tired.
These men had an advantage over me in many ways. All I had to do was lean a little to the front or the back to touch them. They were aware of this because I could feel the touch of the fabric against my skin whenever one of them took a deeper breath. A test of endurance, both mentally and physically.
I closed my eyes and took another deep breath, letting the oxygen flow through my muscles, helping me to relax a little, a simple technique I’d learned. I opened my eyes and saw the man in front of me. I smiled, rolled my eyes, and then noticed a dangerous glint in his blue eyes.
‘Oh, shit!’
I thought to myself. That glint made me want to know what his intentions were, and I felt my underwear get wetter as I lightly bit the left corner of my bottom lip.Those blue eyes became darker and the smile slowly disappeared.
I didn’t know if I preferred the smile or the serious expression. Both made my body react in different ways. My breathing quickened and I could feel my breasts lightly scraping against the fabric of his black t-shirt. The thin dress and lace bra didn’t help to improve the situation either, they only made it worse. They knew what they were doing to me, to my body, by how I was reacting, and I could feel them taking deep breaths on purpose.
My lips parted slightly as Id started breathing through my mouth, and Iclosed my eyes again. It was impossible to keep looking into those blue eyes. Was there any way to win? No, not win, but... Would it work?
I opened my eyes and realized that the man in front of me was confident, especially given the signs I was giving off. I bit my bottom lip a little harder, and accidentally let out a muted moan and almost shook my head.
I can tell that he wanted to kiss me, but he was also holding back. I had no idea exactly what the man behind me was thinking or doing, but his breathing became faster as well, whether it was on purpose or not, I couldn’t tell.
My moans quietly escaped from between my lips, a way of attempting to relieve some of the tension built up inside me, and a few seconds later I closed my eyes and made to lean forward, but before he could hold me I took a step to the side leaving the men to face each other. I let out a soft chuckle as they both turned to glare at me.
I guess I shouldn't have laughed at them, they looked ready to kill me and in the next moment they were coming towards me, a moment more, and they would have caught up with me, but I moved away using the sofa to my advantage by going to stand behind it.
"Pet, do you really think you'll be able to run away forever?" The black-haired man asked. I sensed that he was the one who was most enraged by my behavior. and he was walking around the sofa to reach me.
"In high heels?" I answered the question with another question, in a joking manner. "No."
I noticed, from the corner of my eye, that the other man was also approaching, trying to corner me.
"The more you run..." The brown-haired man warned me.
"Will it get worse?" I readied myself to jump the sofa, but in an inconspicuous way. "I never imagined it to be difficult to catch a woman wearing high heels." I teased.
In a split second, the brown-haired man had practically dived to grab me, but I was quicker and made to jump over the sofa. I just didn't expect the black-haired man to be close enough to grab me by the arm.
"Got her." I heard his husky voice as he pulled me against him.
I shuddered and let out a moan as my body met his. His touch was firm, and strong and hurt where he held me, but all I could think about was tasting his lips. I wanted to kiss him. My gaze must have betrayed me because he suddenly turned me around so I was facing the brown-haired man, and before I could grasp what was happening, I heard a slap echo as pain radiated from my left buttock. and I let out a scream, which was more from surprise than from pain. I tried to break free, but the brown-haired man held my other arm in front of my body, pulling me forward, and making me lean a little.
"I tried to warn you." The brown-haired man said.
I bit my lip to stop myself from screaming again. With the force of the slap I received, in the same place as before, the man in front of me smiled and put his hand on my nose, closing it. I felt another slap, in the same place, and without being able to breathe, all I could do was open my mouth and let out the scream that I had been trying to stifle.
"I like the sound of that." The man behind me said. "But it could be better."
I closed my eyes as I felt the fabric of my dress being lifted and then he pulled my panties up, turning them into a string, which pulled up into my butt, leaving the cheeks well exposed. By what I could feel, I knew that my right but cheek was already red.
Anticipation and expectation makes you feel things more intensely. I didn't feel any other movement, so I opened my eyes, and as soon as I did I felt another slap. With ragged breaths, I lowered my head trying not to scream so loudly, but the man in front of me held my chin and made me look at him. I could feel each slap radiating through me, turning from pain to pleasure and making my pussy throb.
"That expression..." He said with a husky tone as I let out a low moan of pleasure, followed by the feeling of another slap...
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