Prompt: I've had this picture saved for a while but I haven't been able to come up with anything to write for it so maybe you'll have better luck. Smoaking Billionaires and whatever plot you want to go with it. Thanks! Also, congrats on the new job! (Submitted by smoakingbillionaires)

As soon as the elevator doors close, she's pushed into the wall, both their hands all over her, mouths on her neck and chest where her dress shirt is quickly being unbuttoned by large, rough hands. She knows exactly which one is which. Each man has his own style of kissing. Tommy's sucking on her neck, his lips soft as he scrapes his teeth over her skin. Oliver's a little rougher. His hands are the ones trying to rid her of the shirt she's wearing while his teeth nip a trail from her neck to her collarbone while his stubble rasps against her sensitive skin.

She doesn't realize the elevator has stopped until she's being pulled from the wall and into the quiet penthouse they share that overlooks the entire city. Tommy's lips are still on her neck, his arms winding around her waist as he leads her forward while Oliver pushes open the door to their bedroom. In a definite plot twist, they don't lead her to the bed. Instead, she's pushed into a chair near the window.

Her eyes take in the scene before her. Evenings in Starling City can be quite beautiful, especially when Oliver doesn't need to be the Arrow. The skyline that stretches out before her glitters with the city lights. But it's when Oliver turns to the drawer beside their bed that her eyes drift in his direction. He opens it, but his large body shields her view of what he pulls out. It's only when he turns back around that she realizes it's a small length of red silk, the same silk they use to bind her hands when they want to play.

Her arousal is instant. It's as if the kissing earlier wasn't enough. Seeing the red silk in his hands ratchets it up to eleven on a scale of one to ten. He saunters back to where she sits and Tommy stands to move away from her.

"Do you want this, Felicity?" Oliver asks, his voice almost as deep as the one he uses while under the hood, but so much hotter and more sultry. Goosebumps appear on her skin as she nods enthusiastically. The slap that comes across her cheek is gentle but commanding, a reminder that play time has rules and she's broken one. His hand cups her chin as he adds, "Use your words."

"Yes, Sir," Felicity replies, her wide eyes apologetic for her slip up.

"Good," he says before tying the silk around her wrists behind her back. It's tight enough to keep them in place as he and Tommy enjoy themselves, but not so tight that it cuts off circulation. She could easily get out of it if she wanted to, but she knows that would only anger her masters.

Her shirt still hangs half open, exposing her chest. With her hands now tied behind her back, it juts out, exposing her bare breasts. She was forbidden to wear undergarments that day as part of a little game the two of them enjoyed playing with her. Whenever she was alone with one or both of them in their office, they'd brush their hands over the crisp white fabric and pinch her nipples until they were hard enough to show through the fabric. The rosy flush that would appear on her cheeks pleased them, especially when someone arrived for an appointment.

They liked pushing her limits, and she enjoyed being pushed. Her confidence would shoot up whenever she pleased them, and tonight was no different. Their hands now glide down her chest, each cupping one supple breast as Oliver continues to unbutton the front. He's slow and methodical, one hand popping open a button while the fingertips of the other coast over her nipple. Tommy, by contrast, palms her entire breast, stroking and squeezing to his heart's content.

He's the boob man whereas Oliver is the ass man. He loves cupping her supple behind every chance he gets. In that respect, both men get what they want from her without having to fight over the little things. They know what each one likes and respect boundaries, even though there have been times when they'd get a little too drunk or high, and things got out of hand. One time, Felicity found them completely naked on their bed, making out while stroking each other's cocks. She would have loved to watch them get each other off, but they noticed her quickly, and she'd become part of the fray moments later.

Tonight is different. Everyone has a clear head. There's no alcohol or drugs in their systems. No, it's pure desire and lust that flows through them. And when Oliver pops that last button of her shirt, letting it fall open completely, the real fun begins. Tommy pulls her to her feet, gently easing the fabric down her arms until it's draped over her bound wrists. Oliver gets on his knees behind her, his fingers working beneath her beige skirt and slowly pulling it up her creamy thighs until it's bunched around her waist. Then he buries his face in her ass, kissing, nipping, biting, sucking on her skin while Tommy busies himself with her lips and breasts.

The assault comes from all sides and Felicity couldn't be happier. Oliver grabs her ankles to gently pull them apart, giving him full access to her sex while Tommy's hands fondle her breasts as his tongue delves into her mouth, devouring her. She's left to whimper and sigh as they have their fill.

By now, Oliver is between her legs, his mouth working over her already slick sex, sucking on the hot, moist folds and licking over her slit before his tongue finds her clit. Tommy muffles her cries by kissing her, but his hands aren't idle either. They play with her nipples, pinching and plucking them until they're so hard and so sensitive, she feels she can orgasm by just that sensation alone. Adding Oliver's roaming fingers between her ass cheeks, and she knows it's a recipe for disaster.

Suddenly, one of Tommy's hands wanders away from her breast, trailing down her abdomen until it reaches the triangle of neatly trimmed hair just above her mound. He plays with it, stroking through the dark, silky strands before giving it an experimental tug. She cries out, feeling the pleasure through the pain, and Oliver shifts back on his haunches, his mouth moving away from her clit and back towards her ass again. He tongues the puchered little hole, getting it nicely lubed with his saliva before his finger replaces it.

Then the torture begins. Oliver starts to push a finger into her ass while Tommy eases two into her cunt. She loves being filled from both ends, be it fingers or cocks, and right now, Felicity can't be happier. The two men start a rhythm she knows from experience. When Oliver's finger bottoms out in her ass, Tommy's pull back. They tease her like that, one pushing in while the other pushes out, for several minutes, until she's leaning against Tommy for support as her legs begin to shake.

"Oh, god!" Felicity cries. Her head falls to his shoulder, eyes squeezed shut as his fingers curl up, finding her g-spot and pressing against it while his thumb strokes over her clit. Oliver switches it up as well, inserting two fingers into her ass and shoving them in roughly. They know she's close and try to push her to come, to break another rule. They want to see how far they can go before allowing her the orgasm that's quickly building.

"Beg," Oliver murmurs against the small of her back where his teeth have bitten a series of bruises into her skin.

"Tell us how much you want it," Tommy adds, just a whisper against her ear.

"Please!" Felicity begs, her breaths coming out in desperate pants as he and Oliver continue their assault. "Please let me come! God! I'm so close!"

"Close, huh?" Tommy replies. His fingers speed up, and her legs are shaking so hard, she feels she might fall over if it's not for the fact that she's leaning against his chest. Her pleasure goes up another notch, and she knows it won't take much more to push her over the edge right now. So does Tommy. Another finger is added to her cunt, stretching her, filling her almost completely. She shudders, letting out a long, loud moan just as Oliver adds a third finger to her ass.

"Fuuuuuccccckkkkk!" she screams, her body so overloaded with pleasure, she nearly passes out. The orgasm that rips through her shakes her to the core. It spreads out in sharp ripples that make her knees weak and her eyes squeeze shut. She can barely stand, and if both Tommy and Oliver aren't holding her, she would probably be on the ground right now, writhing in pleasure.

They gently ease her to the carpet, laying her on the floor so she can catch her breath. She knows she's broken yet another rule and that this time, her punishment won't be as lenient.

"You've been a very bad girl," Oliver murmurs against her ear from where he lays behind her.

"Very bad," Tommy agrees. "You came before we said you could."

"How do you think we should punish her?" Oliver asks as he sits up, his head resting against his hand. The other strokes up and down her front, from belly button to between her breasts and back again.

Tommy thinks for a few moments, his fingers running over his chin, delaying the inevitable. "Hmm…" he hums. "Well, if she's so eager to come, then maybe we should keep her coming all night long?"

A lascivious smile appears on Oliver's lips. "That is a great idea," he agrees. Then she's being picked up and moved to the bed in one swift motion.

As her masters situate her the way the they her, Felicity knows she's in for an exhausting evening. Although the idea of making her come all night long sounds fantastic, she knows from experience forced to orgasm multiple times is going to hurt like a bitch.

Bring it on, she thinks.