Page 29 of Hacker Beloved

I recalled my one-night stand with someone involved in the lifestyle, a memory that brought a flash of excitement. "I had a memorable experience with someone in the lifestyle, and the sex was incredible," I admitted, a slight flush rising to my cheeks.

Asher growled playfully, and CJ lightly tapped his shoulder. "You can't get angry about her having slept with someone before she even knew us," CJ joked.

“For now, we will keep things more vanilla. But that doesn’t mean I won’t be bossy.”

CJ leaned across me and kissed Asher. I was so close as I watched their lips pressed together and the intimacy between them turned me on. Asher pulled back his eyes connecting with mine. “I want you to stand up and slowly remove your clothes.”

I glanced over to the open patio blinds. “Shouldn’t we close them?”

The corner of Asher’s lip twitched. “Does it bother you knowing someone might watch you strip for us?”

“I don’t know,” I answered honestly.

“There will be times I push your boundaries. I know it’s early, but in time you will trust me.” His hand rose and his fingers pinched my nipple. “I believe I gave you an order, Zayla.”

If I got up and stripped, I knew there would be no going back. In this moment I had to choose if this was the path I wanted to take. In no way would the relationship be easy, but something told me it would be worth it.

12

ASHER

Zayla rose from the couch,her body slender and graceful. She folded her arms across her chest and tucked her fingertips beneath the fabric hem of her shirt, slowly drawing it up over her head. I felt my heart flutter in anticipation as I caught a glimpse of her creamy, smooth skin. Her beauty was captivating, and a wave of desire coursed through me.

She reached for her zipper, but I stopped her mid-motion. “Stop for a second. CJ, grab your phone. I think we need some music for Zayla to dance to,” I said. He scurried off the couch and retrieved his phone from the charger next to the bed. As he made his way back toward us, a soft melody filled the room. I motioned for him to sit in the spot next to me, and as he settled in with a smile plastered on his face, I knew that this night would be one to remember. Zayla’s hips swayed to the rhythm of the music.

“You can continue, Zayla, but I want you to remove that bra next…and went it’s off. Take your nipples between your fingers and pinch them.”

She unclipped it slowly, revealing her perky breasts. Her nipples were already erect, but she did as I asked.

CJ groaned before his lips pressed against my neck and trailed along my jawline until he made it to my ear. “Can I suck your cock, Master?”

“Not yet,” I said with a smirk. “But you can take my cock out and rub it.”

CJ quickly pulled down my zipper and wrapped his fingers tightly around my length. His fingers were like velvet, which made it hard to concentrate on the question he asked next. “Wouldn’t her nipples look even sexier if she had barbells through them?”

“I think you both would look hot as fuck with them. Just imagine…I could run a chain between your nipples and have you on stage at the club. That is something we might do,” I replied. “But for now, remove your pants, Zayla.”

“Do I get a say in my nipples being pierced?” Zayla asked.

I tilted my head and studied her for a moment. “I will never force you to do anything permeant to your body without your permission, but when you don’t follow orders, I won’t hesitate to smack your ass. Now I won’t repeat myself again. Remove your pants.”

Zayla complied with my next order as she unbuttoned her jeans. She moaned when they slid down her legs and revealed her body, almost completely exposed except for her cotton panties with large flowers.

“Tomorrow, we are ordering you new undergarments,” I grumbled.

“Or how about she doesn’t wear any?” CJ said, mischief glinting in his eyes.

Zayla pouted, her full bottom lip sticking out. “Don’t I have a say?”

I raised an eyebrow at her. “Aren’t you the one that bought what you are wearing?” She nodded reluctantly, and I continued. “Well then, I don’t think we can trust you to buy the right ones. Why don’t you turn around and remove that abomination from your sexy body?”

The moonlight illuminated the contours of her skin—each line deliciously defined; her figure so beautiful it looked like a painting.

I couldn’t tear my gaze away as she slowly bent over, her backside on full display with every curve perfectly shaped.

My heartbeat drummed against my chest as I admired her, mesmerized by her beauty.

“Don’t move, Zayla.” She slowly and sensually rocked her hips back and forth, teasing us. I felt my chest tighten as I leaned forward toward CJ. “Go lick her from behind,” I said, practically begging him to do it.

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