A/N: Here, have some super NSFW content. Warning: questionable Daddy/babygirl kink ahead. Also, Luke/Elena sex ahead. I warned you.

Part XXVI

The Penthouse

Hand still twisted in Letty's dark hair, Dominic leaned forward just a bit. His free hand trailed down her arched back until it reached her ass. Squeezing the round flesh, he thanked the gods for this opportunity.

"Count." He commanded and laid an abrupt smack to her ass. Letty groaned.

"One."

Another smack, a little harder than the first, but still made her wetter.

"Two."

"Louder." Another smack. This one stung as it landed on the already reddening left cheek of her ass.

"Uhn! Three!"

Four and five were a little less bearable, but she was beginning to understand that pain could be pleasurable. Her pussy was throbbing so violently that the spanking really didn't affect her after he'd stopped.

Dominic soothed the stinging by rubbing where he'd spanked before gripping it harshly. He grinned when he saw her her eyes shut peacefully and her bottom lip between her teeth. Without warning, he hit her right cheek.

"Six!" She called out without hesitation. Seven followed quickly after and he watched her face as she winced, and then her face relaxed as she allowed the tingling to dissolve into something more enjoyable.

"Eight!" Letty choked out. That spank had been harder than the rest. He was testing her limits. Just to be sure how much she could take.

"Good girl." He praised and smacked her ass twice more.

When Letty moaned "ten", Dominic's cock jumped.

"Good girl. I knew you could take it." He soothed the right cheek just as he'd done the left. Then his fingers dipped in between the crack of her was and downwards until he found what he was looking for. She hissed with pleasure, silently begging him to give her what she needed.

"Is this for me?" He asked, playing in her wetness.

"Yes."

His fingers stopped stroking up and down. "Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir."

"You took your punishment very well. Would you like your reward now?"

"Yes, sir. Please."

Dominic smiled and pulled his hand away. A whine left her throat and he relished in it. Instead he sat further back on the ottoman and slipped a hand in his satin pajama pants, pulling his cock out. It was harder than Letty had ever seen and still so perfect.

With one still hand gripping her hair, Dominic brought her forward and used the other to tap his cock twice against her lips.

"Suck me off."

It was crude and filthy and it someone felt debasing yet satisfying all at once. And Letty took no time at all taking him into her mouth. She kept her eyes on him as she licked and sucked on him.

"Ah, fuck," he moaned, "I love your mouth."

She felt oddly commended and she took the opportunity to show him how much it affected her.

Letty brought her hands up, resettling herself fully on her knees, and jacked his shaft off as she sucked on the tip.

Dominic groaned and his eyes closed briefly. But when he felt her swallowing him whole and heard the beautiful gagging noises she was making around his dick, he had to open his eyes and witness it for himself. There she was, mouth full of him, head bobbing, sloppy wet sounds escaping. He didn't know how long he could last. The audio and visual of Letty giving him the blowjob of a lifetime while on her knees in his playroom was beyond anything he had ever experienced.

It was different. And he knew it was because his entire heart was hers to do with as she pleased. She had every part of him and he just knew she would be the death of him.

"Fuck." He nearly shouted. He gripped her chin and gently pushed her away from his manhood. "I want to finish inside of you."

She pouted and he chuckled.

"You're very spoiled, Miss Ortiz."

A sweep of her lashes upwards and she was looking him in the eyes, something he normally wouldn't permit of a sub without asking. But Letty wasn't a submissive.

No, she was much more. She'd become the alpha and omega of Dominic Toretto.

He stood from the ottoman, and commanded that she undress him. It wasn't a hard task. Letty pulled down the satin pajama pants and watched as he pushed them away from his feet.

"Restraints?" His voice drew her eyes upward once more.

"Soft, please."

Dom gave her a knowing smile. "I think we can do that."

Then he had an additional idea. "Blindfold?"

Letty nodded.

"Words."

"Yes, sir."

She watched him pad, naked, across the room to a wooden dresser. He opened the third drawer and turned towards her and held up two black silk scarves. He was waiting for her approval, which she silently gave with a slight nod of her head.

"Words." He reminded her.

"Yes, sir."

"Stand." Dominic commanded. "Up against the bed."

She did as she was told. Moments later, she felt his presence behind her. The first of two scarves slipped around her eyes and was tied behind her head. Dominic directed her to hug the column of the four poster bed before tying her hands together. His fingertips ran up her arms, across her shoulder blades, met against the back of her neck and then trailed down her back. When they reached the trim of her panties, Dominic used his foot to shift her legs apart. He slid her panties down and off, tossing them onto the bed where she could see them. Letty swallowed audibly. His arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her backward, until she was bent over. Dominic's free hand slid over the slope of her ass and further down until…

"Please."

She didn't know why it fell so easily from her lips. All Letty knew was that she was that with her sight taken away, her other senses were heightened. With every touch, Dominic elicited a sweet sound from Letty and left behind a trail of goosebumps.

A mischievous smile from Dominic.

"Is this for me?" He asked, his fingers slipping easily through her wetness.

"Yes."

Hotel Bel-Air

She was naked.

But she wasn't on the bed.

Instead, when he entered the enormous suite, she was sitting on the couch, legs stretched and heel-clad feet resting on the coffee table. There were candles and rose petals scattered that weren't there before. And a bottle of wine sat in an ice bucket. Soft music played from somewhere. Luke let the door slam behind him and he reaffirmed the locks before turned back to the living area. He slowly walked towards her, rounding the couch until he stood in front of her.

This was a seduction, of that he was certain. He, however, had zero plans of romancing the temptress before him. No, Hobbs had arrived to prove to her, once and for all, who had the upper hand here. If he was going to take part in this, he was going to do the commanding.

It was no secret to him what Elena had done to Dominic. While he didn't agree with the underaged aspect, Hobbs knew exactly what Elena offered. She'd wordlessly offered it to him as well: a power exchange. There were moments when he had to answer to Dominic Toretto because he wrote and signed Luke's paychecks.

But Luke was an Alpha too. And he knew a beta when he saw one.

And Elena, for all her demanding and mind games, was nothing but a beta awaiting the one man who could show her exactly what she'd been missing her entire life. Perhaps then she could stop seducing men into doing her bidding.

Tonight, whether she knew it or not, Elena's whole life was about to change.

And so was Luke's.

He leaned over and suddenly took her by the throat, his hand wrapped tightly. She dared to stared him in the eyes defiantly, as if she she'd expected this reaction all along. Her eyes told him she was amused, but she had stilled her expression. An attempt to look contrite that Hobbs saw right through.

"This isn't the bed." He forced out.

"No." She agreed.

"Then why?"

She shrugged a gentle, caramel shoulder. His grip on her neck tightened. Fuck, he was strong! She withheld a moan and put her hand on the one wrapped around her throat.

He knew why. Why was he pretending otherwise?

"Don't make me ask you again."

Elena didn't want to say it. He had no true claim over her. And she hadn't been anyone's godforsaken submissive in nearly ten years!

But the look in his eyes told her that he was not to be fucked with in that moment. It had taken everything in him to be there. He was betraying everything he knew.

And for what? Elena still had no clue. Surely, it was the power. He got to exert that often enough.

No, something else was at play here.

She managed to choke out, "Because I'm not yours to command."

"No?"

"No." She defied.

Luke bent closer, his lips grazing her scapha. "You want sweet nothings whispered in your ear? I'm not that guy. You want to be fucked like you deserve so you feel it every time you take a step? I can do that. Get on the bed."

He released her neck and at the same time returned her free will. On wobbly legs, Elena stood from the couch and made her way to the bedroom. Pleased with her decision, Hobbs stood to his full height and pulled off his henley shirt.

This was going to be more fun than he'd originally anticipated.

The Penthouse

"Please." Letty begged again. It was too much. Her body was on fire.

"Since you asked so nicely." He angled his cock towards her pussy and slid inside of the heat. His eyes closed briefly. Every time with his Letty was like the first time again. He would never tire of making love to her.

Letty's hands held onto the bedpost as he pushed in and pulled out of her at an achingly slow pace. His lips brushed against her neck and Letty melted. Her knees gave out and Dom's arm grabbed her around the waist, holding her in place while he fucked her thoroughly. And when he sucked on the spot just between her neck and shoulder, Letty cried out. Her pussy squeezed around him and he slammed a hand against the bedpost.

"Jesus, you feel so good." He groaned. "So fucking wet. Always."

"Fuck," moaned Letty.

His movements were sure and easy, slowly ascending into a quicker pace. The closer he got to coming, the faster he stroked. She could feel him everywhere and all she wanted was more.

"Yes! Letty!" Dominic shot his seed deep inside of her.

He untied her hands and allowed her body to fall against his.

"On the bed." He commanded. She did as she was told with his assistance, lying flat on her stomach. Still, blinded, Letty could feel every sensation against her skin. The satin sheets made felt like soft fingertips tracing every inch of her body. Dominic rustled around in a cabinet somewhere to her left and then suddenly she felt the bed dip beside her. A buzzing noise sounded. He slipped an arm under her body and when he retracted it, Letty nearly came. Where the softness of the sheets had been, there was now a bullet vibrator pulsating against her clit.

"How's that feel?"

"So… good!"

He murmured into her ear, "It's about to get so much better."

Dominic pushed her legs together and straddled her. Taking ahold of his cock, he slipped back inside of her and she nearly sobbed with relief. Between the vibrator giving her clit the massage of a lifetime and Dominic's shaft hitting every wall inside of her, Letty knew she couldn't take much more.

And then…

A wet thumb was pressed into the hole of her ass and she nearly blacked out. A hand smacked her right ass cheek and then the other.

"What do you say, sweet one?"

"Ohhhgod!"

"Close." Another spank to either side.

"Thank you, sir."

Hotel Bel-Air

"I want to feel you." She told him. Her green eyes sparkled in the dim candlelight as she looked up at him.

"Oh, you'll feel me." He told her, arrogantly. Her small hands reached up and felt his enormous biceps. The contrast in size was frightening. Luke was going to absolutely destroy her physically. Prayerfully, without destroying himself, mentally, in the process.

One hand on the bed to leverage himself, Luke used the other to free her breasts from their prison of red lace. Elena reached around and unhooked the bra, tossing it away. He took turns kneading her breasts in his hand. Her back arched off of the bed and her eyes closed.

"Look at me."

Her eyes fluttered opened and she looked into his. He pulled off his v-neck and he could have sworn she had literal red hearts in her eyes. A smirk graced his face and she rolled her eyes.

"Like what you see?"

She shrugged a shoulder, naked and indifferent. "I don't hate it."

Still, Elena's hands went back to his body, running along the washboard abs. Truly the man had been perfectly sculpted by the gods.

He stood to him full height and told her to:

"Undress me."

Elena got up and stood before him in only her panties. Luke swallowed. She was stunning.

"Kneel."

She knelt before him and reached up to unbuckle his belt. The tinkling sound it made gave her goosebumps up her arms. His button was next, followed closely by his zipper. She pulled down his pants and was greet with dark gray boxer briefs and an incredible bulge. Her eyes widened and she heard a small chuckle escape his followed by a hiss when she placed her hand against the hardness. Luke stepped out of his pants and kicked them to the side. Elena's fingers hooked inside the waistband of the briefs and pulled those down and off. Gulping, she looked back up and stared at the Samoan god before her. His dick jutted proudly upwards, hard as steel.

"I—." She was at a loss for words. Everything on this man was big.

"Scared?" He asked.

"A little." She admitted.

"It's like riding a horse." He joked, only to groan his approval when both of her small hands grabbed ahold of his solid flesh. Watching her closely, Hobbs found himself wanting to see what she did next. She actually looked like she was admiring his cock. He gripped her face roughly and told her to open her mouth. The blonde did as she was told, he pressed down on his length, and the tip eased across her tongue. Instinctively, her lips closed around him, and she gave him a blowjob with as much passion as her regular nine to five.

She could barely fit half of it in her mouth before it was hitting the back of her throat. Gagging on it, Elena pulled her head away, saliva dripping down her chin. Turning her head sideways, she licked down one side while her hand jacked off the head.

"Ah, shit!" He moaned, enjoying her pleasing him. When he looked down, her green eyes shot to his and he could've spurted just then.

"Tease yourself." He told her. And so, as she put the top half of his cock back into her mouth and jerked the bottom half with her right hand, Elena used her left hand to stroked up and down her panty-clad pussy.

It wasn't long before Luke gripped her face again and pulled her to her feet. With one hand, he lifted her up and her legs closed around his hips. He held her by her waist and used his free hand to tear the panties from her body.

No matter how badly he wanted to push his head between her legs, and taste her forbidden fruit, he'd told her that this wasn't romance. He was here to fuck her, to get her out of his mind and vice versa. Then it would be time for him to go.

So,he maneuvered between them until the head of his dick hit her entrance. She leaned forward just a bit and on his command, she rocked downwards.

"Ahh!" He was too big. There was no way she would fit all of him.

"Fuck." He said under his breath. Luke was in trouble. Her little box was tight, hot and had suddenly became his favorite place in the entire world. He shifted her body until his arms were under her thighs and started to fuck her.

She had been ready for him, but the wetter she became, the more of his cock she could take.

In a hot little whisper, she panted, "Você é tão perfeito." (You are so perfect.)

Oh, god, not Portuguese, Luke silently prayed. He wouldn't last if she kept that up. His face fell into her neck and the Chanel perfume she sprayed earlier assaulted his senses, making him lightheaded. Turning and dropping onto the bed, Luke easily guided them into a new position.

And with this new transition, came a new angle for his cock to hit inside of her. A strangled profanity got caught in her throat when her body realized it had taken on more than it bargained for. Still, she was never one to back down from a challenge so she put her hands on his chest and started to ride him. Each time she sank back down, it was onto another inch of him until she had finally taken him completely into her body. Her eyes closed, her pussy twitched, her clit ached for attention and all the while, she knew that if he touched her just once, she would explode.

Luke could feel every jolt her body gave off and he knew he had to put Elena out of her misery. In a tight motion, he lifted his hips slightly off the bed and watched as her mouth dropped open. He did it once more. And one the third time, he pressed his thumb firmly against her bundle of nerves.

"Thank me." He growled and jerked his hips upwards one last time.

"Thank you, Daddy." Elena cried as she came.

And then everything made sense to him.

She fell against his chest. They both tried to bring their heart rates down. In the process, Luke lost himself while he stroked her spine and whispered, "Good girl."