A/N: Thank you to qjmom, who planted the idea for this chapter in my head years ago. I apologize that it took so long, Q. I hope you enjoy it. Thank you, of course, to my beta, TwilightMundi.

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At this point, the muscled man standing inappropriately close to me brought his fingers beneath my chin, tilting my face up to his.

"Please say yes," he practically whispered.

BPOV

"Yes."

I said it so quietly, I wasn't sure he heard me.

It took only the span of one heartbeat for him to lean down and softly kiss my cheek. "Thank you," he whispered. "I promise you won't regret it."

I guess he heard me.

"Grab your girl, drive home. I'll be there in twenty minutes. I expect you both naked and waiting. If you heard and understood, you are to nod once, then turn and do as I requested. Do not stop to say goodbye to anyone. Do not pass Go."

I had to bite back my laugh. He was so serious, but so playful. I could see why Rose had picked him. His carefree nature made him almost instantly trustworthy.

After my required nod, I turned and walked to Rose. Hand-in-hand, we left the party without another word. Once we were in the car, I began to pepper her with questions. I knew she'd never let someone play with us without at least finding out more about them and their reputation, but I needed to hear it for myself.

Sure enough, she'd actually asked Edward a lot about Emmett, once they'd made contact through one of the local group's email lists. Edward had asked Peter as well, and after she was certain, they'd arranged to meet at the party.

To both of our surprise, she'd agreed to co-topping with Emmett, but also to trying to let him be mostly in charge. She was taking direct orders from him, but still somehow in charge. The details of it swam and tangled up in my brain. I was just glad Rose was getting what she seemed to need; the minutia didn't matter to me.

By the time we pulled into the driveway and the garage door began to close, I realized we had precious little time left. We had to almost sprint downstairs, our clothes flying off in the process. When we both kneeled and got into position, we were giggling from the endorphin rush, and I squeezed her hand to try and focus us. Thankfully, it only took a few deep breaths.

Moments after that, the door to our room opened and heavy steps filled the room. It was so foreign to hear the thud of Emmett's gait versus the light clicking of Mistress'. My heart was beating a thousand times a minute, and I could only imagine how she was feeling.

"Ladies, I expect you to look up at me while we go over the ground rules one last time," he said.

My eyes wanted to turn and look at her first, to check in and make sure she was okay. This was familiar and routine to me, but I knew it would be so difficult for her, placing her trust entirely in someone else.

When I made eye contact with Emmett, there was something soft in his gaze. I could almost see him asking me to trust him with her. He was insane if he thought I'd trust him entirely – I barely knew him – but I trusted Rose; that would gain him enough of my trust and respect to make it through this night.

"As Rose and I have discussed, we're playing together for this one night. I understand that she doesn't want anything beyond this night, and I won't do anything to come between you two. Well, I take that back; I might come between you, but that's neither here nor there," he rambled. "The safeword we agreed to use is the same one you guys use in your regular playtime, to avoid any possible confusion. I don't want to have to punish either of you, but I will if I need to."

His arms seemed to flex as he spoke, almost an unconscious reminder of his strength. Watching his shirt stretch tightly across his chest made me nervous and excited. A tiny part of me may have wanted to misbehave just to be petulant and test his strength. I knew, looking at his body, that he could hit harder and make it hurt more.

"This night is about pleasure. Yours, mine, ours." His smile grew and, combined with the confidence he carried himself with, made me pulse with excitement. "To that end, ladies, let's begin."

Emmett's hands clapped together and he moved toward us. He circled, then stopped when he was behind us. "Lean over," he commanded, and I could tell Rose did as she was told next to me.

"You may call me Sir," he said close to my ear, his fingertips gliding down my spine. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good."

His body moved away from mine and toward Rose's, and God, I wanted to watch them. I wanted to see what he did to her and how she reacted. I was desperate to find out if she was okay, but knew if she wasn't, she would have said or done something.

Instead of watching, I imagined. I imagined his fingers trailing down her spine like they had mine. I imagined his breath against her skin, his words filling her ears. I felt hot and flushed, and I wasn't entirely pleased. As much as Rose and I had played with others, she'd never truly been with any them. I pushed aside what I'd figured out was jealousy, wanting her to have this experience. How much had she given up for me to have everything I'd ever asked for? Did she ever flare with this kind of emotion?

Emmett's hand on my bottom reminded me where I was. His fingers touched and explored, but just one of his hands, and I closed my eyes, imagining his other hand on Rose. As he moved and pinched, playing, I pictured him doing the exact same to her. The physical sensations combined with my imagining of Rose, and I was soon a mess. He seemed to know exactly how to touch, how to penetrate, how to arouse me perfectly.

As the beginning of my orgasm tingled through my body, one sound slap landed against my ass and I gasped.

Then he was gone.

Though no words were spoken that I could hear, Rose began to move. Emmett was next to me, guiding her, and again, my whole body nearly shook with the desire to watch. To protect her. To see him pleasure her.

The sound of skin against leather tickled my ear, and I imagined her lying back on the bed. Would she let him fuck her just like that? Would she have demanded to be on top? The thought that he'd be between her thighs and I'd be stuck facing the empty wall, listening only, tortured me.

The slap against my ass again surprised me.

"It's not all about her tonight, Girl."

Thick fingers invaded me again and I tensed my muscles to avoid pushing back against them. I went from being envious to suddenly consumed with need. Then I realized from where she was in the room, Rose had a perfect view of what Emmett was doing, and I had to fight even harder not to come.

Hard thrusts of his hand caused the tips of his fingers to hit someplace deep inside me. In my head, I grunted and moaned each time, being careful to not vocalize. It felt so good.

"Stand up," he said, pulling his hand from me quickly, then landing one more smack against my ass.

I did as he directed, then felt the warmth of his skin against mine. He must've taken his clothes off after he'd put Rose where he wanted her. The tickle of his chest hair against my back and muscles of his body reminded me he was all man. When he pressed harder, his cock nestled between my cheeks and I wondered what his plan was. His arms wrapped around and up, cupping my breasts. The harsh pinch of my nipples was almost too much, but not nearly enough.

"You want to watch me fuck her?"

"Yes, Sir."

I could only hope my voice would convey the depth of the need; it wasn't a want at that point.

"I want to watch her fuck you, first."

Yes, please.

Teeth sank into the juncture of my neck and shoulder. "Go, now."

When I turned, I saw Mistress lying on the bed, strap-on being stroked in her hand. She was smiling, ready and comfortable. While I walked, she stood. Instead of kissing her slowly like I wanted, when I reached the table, I bent over it. My legs stretched out, knees and feet working to spread myself for her. For both of them.

Warm, firm silicone slid against my slit, the head of the cock nudging my clit and making my body tense up. I had no idea how I was going to make it through her fucking me without having at least one orgasm; I realized I needed to start distracting myself, quickly.

The head of the cock nudged between my lips and teased me before plunging all the way in as I began to recite sonnets in my head. Rose was fucking me hard, relentlessly. The words in my brain scrambled and I fought for focus and control.

Resting my head against the padded surface, I took a deep breath. Soft hands at my hips pulled, tugging my body out to her even more. Four hands were on my body, then, pinching, pulling, teasing, bringing me higher.

Hard pinches at my nipples softened to the throb of clamps around them and a weight on the chain quickly followed.

Cold liquid slid down my lower back, and between my cheeks. Fingers played, slicking my asshole before dipping in.

"I want to see you make her scream."

His voice wasn't loud, so he had to be close to me. Was it his fingers, or hers? Was his command permission to come? I wasn't sure who I was supposed to get that from, Mistress or Sir, so I held on. No matter what his role was, she was still in charge of me.

The effort of not coming was beginning to exhaust me. I could feel the sting of tears behind my eyelids, and I took another deep breath. My nipples ached and three hands were on my skin again as I was being thoroughly fucked in two ways.

With a tug at the chain, Mistress told me I could come. It wasn't instant, but a few seconds later, I could feel the sensations speed through my body, my brain finally allowed to acknowledge the physical.

Emmett had said he wanted to hear me scream, so that's what I did. With everything I had left, I came hard, letting it out with my scream.

Neither of them relented until they were certain I was done, the fingers and fake cock pounding into me until every ounce of my orgasm was spent. As I caught my breath, everything slowed. The weight was taken off the clamps, but the clamps themselves were left in place. The fingers that had invaded left. The silicone slipped out, and I imagined the scene the two of them were left with – my spent body lying against the bed, breasts dangling with the chain, lower half stuck out obscenely for their use.

"That was fucking hot," Emmett said.

"She's a good girl," Mistress said, soft fingers caressing my hip.

"Mhm," he hummed. "Your turn."

"Stand up, Pet," she said, hands never leaving my body.

When I was upright, she kissed my shoulder, then moved around me. I could see the towel in her hands as she handed it to Emmett to wipe his.

"You know, if you lay on the bed, she can pay better attention to you," he said to her.

Mistress shook her head no and I smiled internally. Her way or no way, like usual.

Emmett laughed and scooted up onto the bed, his hand touching my body as he moved past me. When he was settled, cock standing proud, he nodded to her. Mistress approached him cautiously, her hands sliding up his legs. I wondered what she was thinking, how she felt about the difference between the soft smoothness of my body versus his hard planes and hair. Of course, she'd allowed men to please her before, but this would be the first time she'd really taken pleasure in one of them.

When she reached between his thighs, her fingers stroked up his cock, watching as he pulsed in response.

"Put your mouth on it."

There wasn't much room for her to say no, and I saw her hesitate. Emmett wasn't going to let her off easy, that was for sure – he was going to give her the full experience of being with a man.

Her tongue darted out to lick her lips, buying herself an extra few moments. Once they were slick, she opened them again and slid them down the side of his cock. I wondered if her tongue snaked out to feel the skin, pulled taught around the veins and muscle beneath. She lifted her lips and lapped at the head of his dick, pulling the sticky fluid that had collected into her mouth, and I realized it was her first taste of a man. The fact that I couldn't see her face, gauge her reaction, really began to frustrate me.

Emmett's eyes were trained on her, his hands carefully resting on her head. I could tell he wasn't guiding her, just reassuring.

She parted her lips again, engulfing him in her mouth as she lowered herself around him. After a few bobs up and down, she pulled off and went back to kissing and licking, then stopped completely. Mistress picked up a condom that I hadn't noticed and rolled it down his cock. Climbing up, her knees surrounded his hips, and I watched as her hand moved between them, helping to guide him. She didn't immediately sink down onto him, though – first, she teased herself a bit, her breathing becoming audible as she worked her body with his.

I had the perfect view from where I was as she lowered, taking his cock inside of her. It wasn't entirely rational or fair given all we'd done, but when he was all the way inside of her, I wanted to safeword and make him stop.

She was mine.

For a brief moment, I closed my eyes. I needed to shut it all out and focus. Now wasn't the time to be suddenly possessive.

When I reopened them, I could see their bodies moving together. It was choppy, and I could tell Rose wasn't quite sure what to do with him beneath her. Just as he had with me, though, Emmett began to touch and reassure her.

"Pet, please," she said quietly.

The reassurance that she still needed me, even while he was inside of her, was perfect.

I took the few steps between us quickly. While Emmett touched her breasts, my hands moved to her lower body. I skimmed the surface of her thighs, then – grateful they were positioned at the end of the bed, Emmett's legs dangling off – tickled the swell of her ass. Goosebumps surfaced all over her skin and I smiled.

I positioned myself behind her, my left hand on her thigh and my right hand above her clit. As she lifted and sank, I moved my hand in tight circles. Her body leaned back slightly, skin-to-skin with me as Emmett fucked her.

Mistress began to babble incoherently and I moved faster. Together, Emmett and I made her come, and I could swear I felt the same rush as she gave in to her orgasm. They both stopped moving and my hand slowed as well. I didn't want to move, didn't want to lose that connection with her, but eventually her hand covered mine, stilling it.

"Thank you," she said.