A/N: You all are gonna hate me for how this chapter ends, but I have a word limit on chapters. Sorry! Haha. I promise I'll continue soon.

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
The Domination

"Parker, I am not afraid to drop kick you."

"You wouldn't hit a girl," Parker tells him, this naughty little smirk on her face as she backs Eliot into a corner in his living room. Then her face turns into one of mock innocence and she asks, "Would you?"

"If she hits me first, yes," Eliot tells her, holding up his hands in defense. He is not just gonna lay down and take this… abuse.

"I got paid, I have to do the job," Parker tells him, having way too much fun with this situation. Hardison too, as a matter of fact. He's sitting on the couch, legs propped up on his coffee table (which he'll kick him for later, feet do not belong on the furniture), eating fucking popcorn. POPCORN! Like this is some kind of amusing movie.

"How much did he pay you?!"

Parker shrugs, still advancing on him, "Two hundred bucks."

Two hundred…?!

"What the fuck is two hundred dollars to you?!" Eliot asks, still backing up until his back hits the far wall. Shit. Trapped. He really doesn't wanna have to fend Parker off physically, what if he hurts her?

"That's all he had on him," Parker explains, then smirks. "Besides, I want to do it now. It'll be fun."

"I will drop kick you, I ain't kidding."

"Pfft, right," she says skeptically. "Besides," she says, and her voice got about two octaves lower and she looks at him with this look like she could fuck him where he stands. That makes Eliot let down his defenses a little as she continues to advance on him. "I thought you'd like me all…" she's closer now, much too close, before she practically whispers the last word: "Dominant."

Mental images flashed through Eliot's head, successfully distracting him. That's apparently all Parker needed, because she lunged at him then, and managed to get one of his arms, spin him around until his face pressed against the coolness of the wall, and she pins his arm behind his back. That little…

SPANK.

"PARKER!" Eliot yells, and gets the momentum to spin himself back around, out of her grasp. She shrieks playfully and takes off running as she cackles. DAMN HER! His ass was hurting now. Man, could that girl fucking hit.

He's so gonna kill her.

Hardison's on the couch, practically rolling with laughter, tears coming out of his eyes as he yells, "Run, Parker, RUN!"

Eliot growls at him but takes off running after her. They do a couple laps around the house, Parker vaulting his damn furniture, which just made Hardison cheer her on more. But Eliot's getting annoyed at Hardison cheering her on, so he stops running after Parker. "You think it's funny? Huh?"

Hardison stops laughing, and get's a big 'uh oh' look just moments before Eliot launches himself at him. Hardison tries to fend him off, but to no avail. Within moments he's face down on the couch, successfully pinned.

"No, Eliot, don't! I'm sorry!" Hardison cries out, and Eliot's smirking now. Oh, see, now this could be fun.

Parker realizes she's not being chased anymore, and comes to back to witness the christening of Hardison's ass. "Spank him, Eliot!" she encourages, excited by the prospect.

He turns to her, "I ain't done with you yet, missy. Don't be so keen for me to finish with him," he warns, but it's playful. Hell, whether he'd like to admit it or not, this was kinda fun. Just fucking around with the two of them.

"Eliot, I'm sorry! I swear, I'll root for you, just please don't—WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"

"Parker, come help me with his pants," Eliot says with a sly smile as he starts to tug them down with one hand while the other hand holds a squirming Hardison in place. Parker gleefully comes over to help, sliding her hand under Hardison's body to undo his button and zipper.

"No, no, Eliot I'm sorry! Don't hit my bare skin! Come on, man! Please!" Hardison begs, but it just makes Eliot want to do it more. It ain't like he's gonna actually hurt him. Not much, anyway.

But Parker has successfully undone his zipper, apparently fondling something in the process of pulling down Hardison's pants, because the man makes some kind of strangled sound of approval. As his bare ass comes into view, Eliot raises his hand up, just dangling it there, taunting him.

"Eliot, don't!" Hardison tries one last time, but Eliot just smirks as his hand connects with his flesh.

"God!" Hardison cries, his ass arching. Eliot can see his fingers dig into the couch, and it makes him raise an eyebrow. Well, that went over a lot different than what he was expecting. It intrigued him.

"Do it again!" Parker says excitedly, watching Hardison's reaction.

This time, there is no protest from Hardison before Eliot's hand connects again, making Hardison close his eyes and let out a very audible moan. Eliot smirks, and Parker is clearly enjoying this little game much more than when it started.

"You're a kinky fucker, aren't you Hardison?" Eliot taunts, but Hardison just raises his ass towards him in eager response. Guess that meant yes.

Parker pushes Eliot's hand out of the way, taking over the duty of holding Hardison's hands behind his back. "Raise your ass up higher," she demands, and Hardison does so. "HIGHER," she demands again, and Hardison tucks his knees under him and pushes his ass up to as high as it can go, with his face still pressed against the couch. She smirks and looks beneath him. "Look what you did, Eliot," she says in a little teasing voice as she indicates Hardison's rapidly hardening dick. "Now do it again," she orders, looking him square in the eyes.

Yes, Ma'am. Shit. Yeah, this game is getting a lot better.

The smacking sound seemed to echo through the living room, and Hardison lurches forward, gasping as he pleads, "Fuck, yes, Eliot!" His hand connects with his flesh again, and Hardison moans loudly, almost collapsing.

"GET UP," Parker orders loudly, and in this voice that's getting Eliot's dick hard. The look in her eye was damn near close to crazy, but so damn sexy and controlling that it really didn't matter. As Hardison struggles to get back on his knees, she looks at Eliot in this way that makes him feel like he did something wrong and she asks, "Why do you still have your pants on?" It was one of those questions that didn't require an answer, only action.

But Eliot counters anyway, still reluctant to give up all control, "Why do you?"

"Because I'm holding the toy," she tells him seriously, indicating Hardison. Hardison bites his lower lip; obviously enjoying the fact Parker just called him a toy.

Eliot smirks. "Doubt he's goin' anywhere, darlin'."

Parker seems to consider this for a moment, then apparently decides on a new plan of action, far too into this dominatrix thing now. She lets Hardison go and says, "You, get up. Follow me." Eliot just watches in amusement as Parker walks off, Hardison following her like a damn puppy. The submissive little bastard. Damn, this was fucking… hot.

As he enters his bedroom, he see's Hardison' stripping off all of his clothes at Parker's command. "Lay face down on the bed," she tells him, and Hardison makes his way over to the bed while Parker starts searching through Eliot's closet.

"What the hell are you looking for?" Eliot asks, but Parker doesn't that question. Instead she just tells him:

"Get naked. Now."

Well, fine then. But only because he's not opposed to the idea. As he starts to slide off his jeans, Parker emerges from the closet with two of his belts. Oh lord. What is she gonna…?

Eliot continues to take off his clothes, pulling his shirt up over his head while Parker gets on the bed with Hardison. She takes one of his wrists and wraps part of the belt around it, before wrapping it around the bedposts.

Ohh… nice. Yeah, this could work out just fine.

Eliot slides off his boxers, and after Parker ties Hardison face down on his bed, she orders him, "Turn your head this way," indicating where Eliot was, and where Parker was going to. Eliot's not exactly sure what the hell is on her mind, but he wasn't in a state to argue, because just then Parker started pulling off her clothes as she looks around the room, as if deciding a proper spot for whatever the hell she wants to do.

She's naked in a matter of moments, and seems to have decided on whatever it was that she was debating, because she saunters up to his bureau that's right next to the side of the bed Hardison was told to look at and… fucking knocks everything off of it. Things crash and clutter to the ground.

"Parker! What the fuck are you—?!" Eliot starts to yell, cause hell, way to fucking break a lamp, when she lifts one leg up on it and bends over, giving both boys a perfect view of fucking… everything.

What was he just yelling about?

He just staring at her, and hell, so is Hardison. Neither of them know exactly what this is, but maybe only because they're minds went blank just from the sight of it. Parker sighs patiently and explains, "Eliot… you can do… whatever you want to me," she says in this sexy voice that makes his dick say hello to his stomach. "And Alec… you have to watch," she finishes in this voice that indicates immense teasing. And hell, from Hardison's position, it should. He can't do jack shit but watch.

Okay, he's on board now.

"That's not fair," Hardison practically whines, and tries to resist against his bindings, but he's locked in place as Eliot comes over to his new toy. This rough dominating stuff was apparently getting to him, because the first thing he did was wrap her hair in his hand, making a fist… and pulled. Parker gasps as she's wrenched back, her ass hitting him. She's damp with her own desire, panting from the anticipation.

"Please," she begs him softly, the dominatrix quickly becoming the submissive, and it brings out the animal in Eliot. He pulls her hair back a little further, bringing his lips to her ear. She's already close to trembling from the force of his own domination, and he has to control himself from taking her right then.

"Look at Hardison the entire time," he tells her gruffly, and she whimpers with a little nod. As he holds her in place he opens up one of the top drawers, getting out a condom.

"I told you I don't need those," Parker gasps out, but Eliot pulls her hair a little more and she shuts up.

"Why don't you need those?" Hardison asks from his position on the bed. Damnit. Don't ruin the mood, shit. She really does need to tell him, just not now.

"Not the time, Parker," Eliot tells her, and unwraps the package. "Besides, I don't know shit for sure, and I ain't having any little accidents." As he slips it over his shaft, he starts kissing her neck, just trying to divert the conversation. Or hell, not have any conversation, just fucking sex. Parker bites her lower lip and closes her eyes, but Eliot yanks on her hair again. "I told you to look at him."

"Okay," she gasps out, and opens her eyes, looking at Hardison, who's still desperately trying to get out of his own bindings. But Parker seems to know her shit, because he can't even get them loose. Eliot's free hand wanders between her legs, and when he connects with her heat, the wetness seems to already consume him. Parker pushes her hips into his hand, straining for just a bit more contact. But he holds back, because hell, this time he's in control. "Eliot," she pleads softly.

Eliot's soaked fingers slide down over her clit, making her squirm, and then back up just a bit farther, over the curve of her ass. Parker whimpers as he passes her hole, and he smirks. "You like that?" he taunts, and passes his fingers lightly back over again, making her push her hips even further back.

"Yes," she pleads desperately, and hell, Eliot is not, no way in hell, gonna pass up an opportunity like that, so he gently slides a finger in. Parker moans, her fingers gripping the bureau. She was so fucking tight.

"Oh my god, are you fingering her… her… ?" Hardison practically pants out, even though he already knew the answer to the question he couldn't even finish. He tugs on his bindings erratically. "Let me off of this bed!"

Eliot smirks and looks at him, "You need to have patience. Just fuckin' watch."

"Eliot please!" Parker begs, "More!"

Eliot's pretty damn sure there ain't a way to fit another finger in there. She was like a god damn virgin, only he's sure she's must have done this before… right? "I ain't gonna hurt you," he tells her, but that just makes her growl at him.

"Fucking hurt me!"

That makes Eliot's eyes widen. While on one hand, that's probably a request most men dream of, even though they won't ever admit it, but on the other… he ain't quite sure if it's right to hurt Parker, even if she wants it. Makes him feel like there's something wrong with her… sexually, or something. But Parker's yelling at him to do it again, so hell, he tries.

It's tight, so damn tight that he can barely fit his index finger in there with his middle, but after some work, it fits. Parker lets out a sound that's low and primal, and she slams her hips back into him. "God… fuck that feels so good," she moans, slamming her hand down to have it connect with the mahogany wood. Well, hell, if it feels good…

Eliot starts to build up a steady rhythm, and he lets go of the hold he has on her hair to slide that hand down between her legs to start teasing her clit lightly. Parker looks at Hardison as she pants, biting her lower lip as she bends further over the bureau. "Fuck… Alec… god, you should feel this…" she gasps out, and Hardison's now given up on trying to get out of the bindings, and just trying to work on getting some friction against his dick, which still isn't working out too well.

"Damnit!" Hardison yells, frustrated and desperate. "Just fuck her Eliot and then get over here and fuck me!"

The prospect of fucking Hardison should have scared him. But it didn't. Maybe because of the situation, maybe because of how sexy he sounded when he demanded it, or maybe because his fingers were already buried in Parker's ass that anything anal just seemed like a good idea. But whatever it was… it didn't scare him.

"I'm gonna fuck you into next goddamn year," Eliot promises gruffly, "But just shut up and enjoy your show." Then he presses on Parker's clit hard and she gasps, her eyes closing as she submits to the feeling. "Open your eyes!" he demands again. "Look at him!"

But his fingers are speeding up the pace on both ends of her body, and she's starting to shudder. "I… I can't!" she cries out, her eyes still tightly shut as she thrusts her hips back with such force it almost knocks him backwards.

"Do it or I'll stop!"

"I…I… FUCK!" she screams, maybe in pleasure and maybe in defeat as she tries to open her eyes to look at Hardison, who's breathless as he watches them. "God, don't stop, Eliot! DON'T STOP!" she pleads desperately, trying with everything she had to keep her eyes trained on Hardison as she draws closer to the peak.

"MAKE HER CUM, ELIOT!" Hardison demands, trying so hard to control his own arousal so he can wait like a good boy for his turn. He's desperate for them to finish, needing release himself. But so does Eliot, his dick is fucking throbbing, and he knows he needs to finish her so he can get some himself.

Fingers pumping, his other digits slip through her wet folds to apply more pressure on her clit. And Parker gasps hard, a shudder running down the base of her spine before she tightens around him, her eyes flying shut as she stills for a moment. A scream; an ear shattering decibel as a gush of fluid flows from her body, soaking his hand as she cries out obscenities and his name. Then her knees give way out from under her, and Eliot had to withdraw his hands quickly to be able to catch her before she hits the ground.

"Oh… my… god…" she gasps out, head spinning from her rush. He places her gently on the ground, and she just lies there, staring up at the ceiling, completely spent.

"Eliot!" Hardison cries desperately from his position on the bed, and Eliot looks over at him. Parker seems to be in her own little world, so he lets her lie there as she comes down before he gets up and crawls on the bed.

"On your knees," he demands, and Hardison's quick to obey, scrambling up. Eliot looks down at him, his cheeks spread wide, his hole puckering, desperate, needing it, and Eliot wants nothing more than to just violate him in all the right ways.

But he pauses; is he really ready to do this? This will make him like… officially gay, won't it?

"Fuck him," Parker pleads desperately from on the floor. Then she smirks in her little sex induced haze as she looks at Eliot's unused dick, "Don't waste the condom."

Don't waste the condom. Right…

TBC…