Bash hauled me up and threw me over his shoulder fireman style.
       The world flipped upside down. In this down turned up world, Alana scrambled to gather our things and ran to keep up with his long strides.
       Men clad in all black appeared like phantoms out of the crowd and fell in strides with Bash as he cleared the beach and cut across the parking lot. He all but threw me in the back of a Range before climbing in after me.

       Poor Alana drove home alone that night. Save Papa Knight and Aldis, the whole family was waiting in the foyer when we returned. They all looked at me, their noses turned up as if I’d embezzled the family’s fortune and was caught on my way out of town.
       “It was just a bonfire.” I said, in defence of myself.
       “You were not to leave the mansion,” Uncle Tolrin admonished.
       Oh, I frowned at the lot. So, everyone knew of this damned ‘rule’?
       “I went to the beach,” I shot back at the old crow.
Aunty Morana shook her head in quiet disappointment. While both Camile and her dry-face daughter stared at me with their noses crunched up.

Like I gave a fuck what they thought. At least, they knew better than to say shit to me.
“Do you know the danger you put yourself in?” Ash demanded.
       “Or the hell on earth Hakon would have brought down on our heads, had something happened to you?” Aunt Olida stood akimbo, every line in her small frame bristled with anger. “Sneaking out, really Hollis. You’re not a child.”
       “Yeah, I’m twenty-two. For Pete’s sake I went to the beach to watch a bonfire.” I turned, searching the surrounding faces for a little sympathy. Finding none, I threw my hands up in defeat. “Where’s Alana?”

       “I’m here,” came her quiet voice from behind me, by the entrance.
       Relief washed through me. “Can you please tell them, nothing happened.”
       “Nothing happened,” she said quietly.
       “See.” I headed for the stairs, done with the absurdity of the whole situation. “I’m going to take a shower and go to bed. Thank you all for overreacting. All this time I didn’t realized I was in jail.”
       Moments later I was stripped out of my clothes and standing under a heavy rainfall.
       “Oh.” I closed my eyes and sighed, head falling back on my shoulders as the warm water, at just the right pressure, pummelled my sore muscles.
       My little outing had been cut short and my high wasted but at least I’d gotten out of the house and did something that felt a little like the old Hollis. I needed that, and for this reason alone I was in a good mood. Whatever bug had gotten up into my family’s ass, they’ll get over it.
       I hummed to myself, unaware of the bastard watching me. I didn’t hear the door to the stall open or even sensed his presence. I was in heaven replaying the night, wishing I’d had time to link up and get into some trouble with the few old friends I saw roaming around.
       My eyes popped open as someone fisted the back of my head and yanked me backward. I crashed into a hard chest and a hard dick poking into my backside.
“Water off.” Bash shut the shower off by voice.
       “Bash, what the hell?” I tried turning around but his grip in my hair held me firmly in place.
       “You’re pleased with yourself, aren’t you?”
       “Oh, come off it.” I scoffed. “I know you’re not angry with me.” His grip loosened and I turned. I quickly took a step back faced with his thunderous expression. “Seriously, I took a little joyride. What the hell is the big deal?”
       He palmed my throat, pinning me under his hard gaze. “The big deal is that you left the premises without your security detail, without letting anyone know of your whereabouts. The entire goddamn mansion was turned upside down looking for your narrow behind, while you were out, fucking god knows who and getting high.”
       I barked a laugh. Fucking? I wished.
       Apparently, laughing in his face was the wrong move.
       Bash dragged me out of the shower by my hair and tossed me on the bed. Now a bitch like me loved a little rough play, so you know, I went with it. Especially, since Alana was in the room, watching.
       Damn, instant turn on. I bounced up onto my knees. Still a little high, and horny. I was grinning like an idiot and hadn’t taken much stock of my room. Had I, I would have seen the black straps hanging off the sides of the mattress that wasn’t there before or the fact there were a flogger, paddle and whip laying on the cushioned seat of the armchair Alana stood next to.
No, I was more aware of the heat between my thighs as I waited for one of them to make their move.
       Bash unbuttoned the wet shirt clinging to his chiselled chest. “Neither one of you had sense enough to keep your phones on. I had to call my men off their duties to track you.”
I licked my lips, tracing the tight rows of muscles stacked like gold bars against the flat of his stomach as he peeled the garment off and let it drop to the floor.
He unbuckled his belt, his actions too slow for my liking.
Okay I got it, he was angry, I shouldn’t have snuck out. But enough was enough, he was taking it a little too far. Who died, and made him boss of me?
“Cinderella.” Over his tirade I turned my attention to Alana. I was wet from the shower and had begun to shiver. “Come here baby.”
Alana stepped forward and froze under Bash’s cold glare.
“You’re overdressed,” he said to her. “You,” he turned to me. “Lay on your stomach and don’t say another word.”
Bastard should have said that from jump. Forgetting my need for a towel I rolled over and did as I was instructed. Shuffling in the background told me Alana was stripping out of her clothes.
A rush of excitement skated up my spine, as I didn’t think she’d want to play with Bash and me. She’d made it clear she wouldn’t fuck him or any other man I’m with, outside of my ‘forever’.
Bash ordered me to the middle of the bed. I complied, didn’t make a sound of protest when he began binding my wrist with the restraints I completely missed. Before he strapped my ankles, he slipped a padded wedge under my stomach, lifting my ass well off the bed.
My limbs were stretched wide and I was vibrating with excitement. Panting, I waited on bated breath for what would come next.
“Do you know what I love about you Hollis?” he asked, from the foot of the bed.
“What’s that baby?”
He chuckled. “You’re one-track-minded and stubborn as fuck.”
“That’s two things.”
His laughter filled the room and cut as sharply as it began. “Good, you can count. You’re going to need that skill for what comes next. Pick a colour, red, green or black.”
I hesitated at first.
“Don’t let me pick for you.”
“Pfft,” I blew out a puff of air. “Red.”
“Good choice. Now I’ve given you every opportunity to apologize for the shit you pulled tonight, and you’ve done nothing but spat it back in my face.”
“Maybe I don’t see a reason to apologize.” I sassed unwisely.
“Yes, but not to worry I’m going to give you some.”
I didn’t hear him; Bash was one of those people who moved on silent feet. I tracked his voice to the other side of the room, where Alana stood.
“Actually, your companion is about to be an integral part of this lesson. Red, pick it up,” he said to Alana.
“Yes, Master.”
“Get behind her.”
Alana climbed onto the bed and knelt between my spread legs.
“Let’s start with a count of five. If she skips or forgets, you’ll start over until she gets it right. Begin.”
“I’m sorry,” Alana whispered.
I knew what was coming, and still I wasn’t prepared for the impact of the paddle on my ass cheek.
“Shit,” I hissed.
“Count, Mistress.”
“Again,” Bash ordered, “And this time use your wrist. Alana, you’ll either teach her this lesson, or I will.”
Alana put her wrist, back, her whole damn soul into the swing. My body jerked, and my mouth opened on a soundless cry.
Count, I’d forgotten my own damned name. another hard swat and the word, “One,” leapt off my tongue. By the time we reached three, which was really five, my right ass cheek was on fire. Hot tears streamed down my face.
Bash paused my lesson. He crossed the room, soothing a hand over my heated flesh. I was a blubbering mess. He slipped a finger between my thighs.
I moaned, rocking back as he added another and dipped them into my drenched hole. He stroked me nice and slow, bringing me to the edge before he snatched his hand away.
“Suck,” I heard.
A moan that was not mine filled the silence as Alana sucked on his fingers coated in my arousal.
“Have you learned your lesson, Alana?”
“Good. But has your mistress?”
“I think so,” she answered.
“I’m not satisfied. Again.”
Alana peppered my left ass cheek with five hard swats.
“Five. Fuck,” I sobbed. “Fuck.”
I tensed under the touch of Bash’s warm hand on my overly heated flesh. My body shuddered.
“Have you learned your lesson?”
“I’m sorry,” I choaked out. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”
“Good. Get under her,” he instructed Alana. “I think our girl need a treat.”
Seconds later Alana pulled the wedged from beneath me and replaced it with her head. Gripping my waist, she lapped at my pussy.
Bash stroked my ass; the tender flesh stung with each pass of his hand but that coupled with the long swipes of Alana’s tongue pushed me over the edge. I came quietly, my body convulsing.
Cool liquid oozed down the crack of my ass. Bash scooped it up and rubbed the lube over my cheeks, pussy and back hole.
“Keep eating her pussy,” he said, spanking my butt and thighs.
Not that he had to say a damn thing. Alana hadn’t stopped for a second. Her tongue thrust in and out of me, while her thumb slippery with the combination of my arousal and lube rolled over my clit in the most delicious way.
My body was a livewire of sensations.
Bash climbed behind me. No foreplay. The head of his cock nudged the tight entrance of my ass. He pressed forward.
“Ugh,” I groaned the first time his shallow thrust breached the tight ring of muscles. “Mhm-mhm.”
He pulled back and eased forward again. Over and over, he did this until he was fully seated. He grabbed my hips, pulled back almost all the way out and snapped his hips forward.
“Fuck.” I moaned.
With my arms and legs tied to the bed I was helpless to do anything but take the hard pounding he was about to unleash on me.
My pussy gushed and Alana growled, sucking my clit into her mouth.
Bash’s grip tightened on my waist. He pumped into me, setting a relentless pace.
My legs shook. Eyes rolled back into my head. “Fuck me,” I moaned.
       His grunts, our harsh breaths and the lewd wet sounds of his hips slapping my ass as each hard thrust drove my head into the mattress filled the room.
       “I’m coming,” I cried, shaking uncontrollably.
       “Ah, fuck.” Bash pulled out and emptied his seed on my back.
       He climbed off the bed and walked into the bathroom. In the quiet aftermath, Alana’s harsh breaths reached my ears. Her hand moved vigorously between her thighs. Each hitch of her breath told me she was nearing her climax.
“Mistress,” she moaned, squeezing her thighs together as the orgasm rolled through her trembling body.
       At first, I was stoked. That night we slept in my bed, though by morning Bash was gone, leaving Alana and I curled up under the covers.
       I woke with a smile, my body pleasantly sore. It had been a while since I got my ass spanked. The idea of more nights like that, kept the smile on my face throughout the day. I didn’t noticed Alana had been mostly quiet or how quick she was to change the subject each time I brought up the three of us getting together more often.  
       It was Bash though who disabused me of the idea. The following two nights he chased Alana from my room. She didn’t protest. Nor did I, even though I felt away about it.
       “Are you done acting out?” he asked me, stripping out of his clothes.
       “Who says I’m acting out?”
But of course, he was right. Whenever I was overwhelmed or my emotions swelled too big and my skin felt tight, like it could no longer hold the chaos coursing through me, I’d go to Jax. He was the rod that calmed me, kept me in line.
Now it was Bash.