Scarlett's POV

The main rule of BDSM is consent. Without it, the environment could not be set and there would be no game. Nothing. In BDSM there are certain levels, green, yellow, and red; anything green was 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 considered as red, could change to yellow and something considered green, at first, could change to red.

People change, their tastes change, they adapt, and that was what was always interesting. Experimenting and learning new things, which caused different sensory feelings and emotions. At this point, there was so much 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 off each other’s bodies. It reminded me of the game we used to play as kids; The first to blink, lost. Only in this case it was whoever made the first move, lost.

My sex was getting wetter by the minute as my mind wouldn't stop wandering. I couldn’t help imagining what their touch would feel like, what the differences were between them, how they would make me scream with pleasure or pain, or maybe both. My imagined pleasure ran through my body, almost causing shivers to run down my spine and let out a moan.

I was 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 was, I've been on my feet, in these high heels for a very 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 to the back to touch them. They were fully 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, which helped me to relax a little. It was a simple technique I 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 bit my bottom lip.Those blue eyes became even 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 I started breathing through my mouth, and closed my eyes. It was impossible to keep looking into those blue eyes without it causing a reaction in me. Was there any way for me to win? No, not win, but... Would it work?

I opened my eyes and realized that the man in front of me was very 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 could 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 harsher 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 instead. I let out a soft chuckle as they both turned and glared at me.

I guess I shouldn't have laughed at them. They looked ready to kill me and in the next moment they were both coming toward 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 in my peripheral vision that the other Alpha was also approaching, but from the other side, trying to corner me in the middle.

"The more you run..." The brown-haired Alpha warned me.

"Will it be 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 Alpha 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 Alpha to be close enough to grab me by the arm.

"Got her." I heard his husky voice as he pulled me close 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 kissing him and tasting his lips. My gaze must have betrayed me because he suddenly turned me around so I was facing the brown-haired Alpha, and before I could grasp what was happening, I heard a smack echo as pain radiated from my left ass cheek and I let out a scream, which was more from surprise than pain. I tried to break free, but the brown-haired Alpha held my other arm in front of my body, pulling me forward, causing me to bend over a little.

"I tried to warn you." The brown-haired Alpha said.

I bit my lip to stop myself from screaming again at the force of the second smack I received in exactly the same place as the last one. The Alpha in front of me smiled and put his hand on my nose, closing it. I felt another slap, once again, in the same place as before, and without being able to breathe, all I could do was open my mouth and let out the scream that I was trying to stifle.

"I like the sound of that." The Alpha 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 g-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 made a person 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 too 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 moan of pleasure, followed by the feeling of another slap...

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