I've been working myself up all day, thinking about what kind of game Lawson has in mind, only to arrive to their place and find the lights already off. Considering our busy past few days, I figure that they're in bed again. I drop my lunch box on the kitchen counter and head straight for the shower. It's probably best to get out of these filthy scrubs before greeting them. Scrubs do not belong in a clean bed.

       Once I'm showered, wrapped only in a towel, I make way for the bedroom. I freeze in the hallway, bare feet halting on the hardwood floor when I notice that their bedroom door is wide open. Wide open and seemingly unoccupied. I squint my eyes in the darkness and confirm that neither one of them is in bed.

       That's strange.

      "Hello?" I call out. Where else would they be with all the lights off and at this time of night?

       There's no answer; not a single chirp or creak of the floor. Even though their cars were in the driveway, the house is eerily quiet. I doubt they would be out for a walk at this time. What are they up to?

       I step into the bedroom and flick the light on to illuminate some of the dark home. Light seeps through some of the hallway.

       Taped to the bedroom door, I find a short note. Time for a blast from the past. How about another game of chase?

        I swallow hard. The hair on the back of my neck rises as I put the note down. I suddenly feel like I'm being watched. Lawson and Casper used to play this ridiculous game of chasing me around the schoolyard. Sometimes they would get creative and play cop and robbers, but for the most part they entertained themselves by trying to steal the hat on my head or a snack from my lunchbox. Ignoring the one time they accidentally tore a hole in my favourite hat, it was a wholesome game at the time. They were always so careful, and I remember giggling a lot, despite pretending to be annoyed with their antics. Tonight, doesn't seem so wholesome. Far from it, actually.

        I hold my breath as I tip toe around the house, jumping at every creak in the floor. This is much different than a regular game of chase. How do I know in which direction to run when I have no idea where they're hiding? I'm not just being chased. I'm being hunted and stalked first. Can they see me? Are they hiding in the dark corner beside me or at the other end of the home? My heart races in my chest, but I can't tell if it's from fear or excitement. I shouldn't like this as much as I do...

       I wander aimlessly through their home, on high alert. My bare feet tread forward carefully as I move as quietly as possible. No matter how much I squint my eyes, I can't make anything out that's more than six feet away. They're eyes on the other hand have probably had the chance to adjust to the darkness. I'm sure that they can see me. They're probably enjoying this. I can just picture the arrogant smirks on their faces.

       I freeze just outside the kitchen, hesitant to walk through the doorway. Who knows if they're hiding behind – I yelp when sudden thumps echo down the hall. Someone is running my way. By the way the footsteps grow louder, I know that they're approaching fast. Very fast. I can't tell if it's Casper or Lawson and I don't plan on sticking around to find out. I dash in the opposite direction only to run straight into someone's chest. I look up and am greeted with Casper's sadistic smirk. He spins me around and holds my back against his chest as Lawson stalks forward. I struggle against his hold, but there's no use. We had a lengthy discussion on my limits and fantasies a few nights ago. They know that I want this just as bad as they do, and they know that any point that I no longer want this, I'll use my safe word.

        Despite the way I squirm in Casper's arms to escape, we all know I'm exactly where I want to be.

        "That was a lot easier than expected," Lawson says. "You ran right into his arms...Almost like you wanted to get caught."

        Casper's breath tickles my ear as he laughs softly. "I was expecting a little more fire," he taunts. "You're so eager to feel helpless that you immediately submitted. I thought the brat would come out to play for at least a few minutes."

        "I'm not helpless," I huff. "Even a brat knows what battles to pick. Waiting for the right moment doesn't necessarily mean submission."

        I inch my hand closer to his groin in warning. I'm not naïve enough to think that I could overpower him, let alone the two of them together, but there's a sure way out of his grip, if only my hand drifts lower and squeezes a little too tight. I can play that card if he really wants.

       "Bad idea," Casper warns. Before my hand can move lower, he seizes my wrists and brings my arms in front of me to cross them against my chest. He holds me tight as Lawson steps closer.

       Suddenly I am feeling genuine helplessness. I don't think I could escape his hold like this. The new way he holds me highlights his strength. While it's a startling thought that he's in complete control right, it's also really hot because I trust him wholly.

       "Just remember that whatever you deem the right moment is likely to warrant punishment in my books." Lawson gets right in my space as he speaks and drops his hands on my hips. His fingers slip under my shirt, to play with the waist band of my pyjamas. His fingers slip inside my pants next to toy with my underwear. His fingers move with tantalizing slowness. He tugs on my panties a little, before yanking upwards. I cry out. He maintains the pressure, ensuring the tight material rubs against my clit. I try to oppose his actions by moving my hips, but Casper stills me.

       Lawson releases my underwear with a harsh snap and shifts his attention to my shirt. He tugs on the hem, pulling the already thin material taunt over my chest. He flicks one of my nipples with a crooked smirk. The white shirt does nothing to hide my very hard nipples and it seems that Lawson is rather pleased with the obvious display of my arousal.

        "Casper is going to let go of your arms for a second," he speaks. "You're going to stand very still. If you try to run, we'll cut your shirt off instead. Either way it's coming off."

       My jaw tenses, arms twitching with the urge to give them a hard time. This is a cheap pyjama shirt. I would have no qualms if the shirt was destroyed. Part of me wants to see the way they would cut it off, but another part of me feels that they're expecting me to disobey so I stay still as instructed. I want to keep them guessing. Surely, they're expecting the fire to eventually come out, but I'm going to make sure it does when they least expect it.

       Casper releases my arms tentatively and remains glued against me; almost like he doesn't believe that I would obey so quickly. With my chin held high, I hold Lawson's gaze with my arms hanging loosely at my side.

       "Arms up," Lawson instructs.

      With heated cheeks, I press my lips firmly together and do as I was told.

      "Good girl," he says. Leisurely he pulls the shirt off my head.

       Shirt out of the way, Casper wastes no time in pulling my wrists behind my back once more. He tugs my arms lower, forcing my chest to rise in Lawson's direction. My skin flushes brighter at Lawson's praise and the way Casper seems to be offering him my breasts.

Lawson takes the offer just as quick. He palms my boobs in his large hands, pushing them upwards obscenely.

       "So pretty," he worships. He holds my gaze as he lowers his head and kisses the top of my chest. He places soft kisses across my chest, mouth lingering longer as he gets closer to my nipple. When he reaches the pink circle, he pokes his tongue out for a taste. He flicks his tongue back and forth before eliciting a sharp breath from my mouth when he rolls my nipple between his teeth. There's nothing gentle by the way his teeth tug on my nipple but I moan nonetheless, chest rising to meet his mouth. I want more – I groan when I'm pulled away from his mouth.

       "Eager, aren't you?" Casper says. I'm forced to follow as he walks us backward. "Sorry Lawson, I'm dying to see how soaked she is from those few seconds of nibbling."

       Casper backs us up until we reach the kitchen. He pushes me forward towards the kitchen table and bends me over it. Stomach down on the wooden surface, still he holds my hands against my back. While I've obeyed until now, he has another thing coming if he thinks I'll lay still as he bends me over to see how wet I am.

       When he let's go momentarily to make room for Lawson, I take my chance and scramble forward. Unfortunately, the only way forward is the table. I make a leap across the surface, crawling in attempt to get away.

       With a firm grasp on both of my ankles, Casper stills my escape. He tugs me back towards the end of the table, leaving me on all fours. This is so much worse. I'm now at the perfect height for their torture. With a firm hand on my lower back, Casper pushes me onto my elbows. Laying me even lower, face pressed to the wood, he takes both my wrists in one hand and stands beside me so that Lawson can stand by my backend.

       Ass in the air, hands useless in Casper's grip, my skin burns. Casper runs a finger against my burning cheeks. The gesture in itself is almost sweet, but the look he sends Lawson over my ass spikes my pulse. He's not being sweet. He's enjoying my embarrassment and seeking ways to deepen it.

        Casper runs a finger across my lips next, antagonizing me as I prepare myself for Lawson's attack. I can't see him behind me. My muscles tense in anticipation of the brunet's plan.

       Many moments pass before Lawson finally touches me. He pushes my back some more, further lifting my ass and squishing my face against the table. I barely have time to feel his hands move to my hips before he yanks my pants down in one swift motion. I jerk forward as the cool air on my suddenly exposed skin elicits a gasp from my lips.

       Instead of tossing the pants aside, he keeps them wrapped around my ankles, to add to my humiliation. Feeling exposed, I try to squirm forward again, but Casper's grip is relentless. I huff a shaky breath, waiting for Lawson's next move.

        Hands moving up my legs, towards my hips, when he reaches the side of my thong he pulls upward again. He pulls harder this time. So hard that the material slides between my lips and presses even harder against my clit. He runs his finger against my underwear, slipping easily between my labias. Lawson finger glides through my arousal and slip under the thong to push inside my center. I inhale at the intrusion, but just as soon as he's inside me, his finger is gone.

       He holds his wet digit in front of his boyfriend's face, and I turn crimson. "Wet enough for you?" Lawson asks. Casper doesn't hesitate. He holds my gaze as he draws Lawson's finger in his mouth. Lawson pushes his finger deeper, prompting a gag from Casper's throat, but the blond sucks just as eagerly.

       I bite my lip to refrain from moaning as I watch them. Bearing witness to their dynamic is going to kill me one of these days. I can't help but squirm restlessly in the position they left me. If I wasn't so obsessed with them, this would be the perfect time to scramble away. Alas, I'm too horny to even pretend to fight.

       "As much as I'd love to test your patience further," Lawson says. "This pussy is too hard to resist."

       Swiftly he slides his finger back inside me, only this time he ads his thumb in my ass. I yelp in surprise. Pushing as deep as he can, rather than stroking me, he keeps his fingers very still. With his other hand, he replaces Casper's hand that was pressing my wrists into my back.

       While they don't say a word, they seem to know exactly what the other is thinking. I wonder if they're really that in sync or if they rehearsed how they imagined this going.

      Hand freed, Casper takes the smallest step backward and leisurely pulls his cock out of his jeans. With one hand he grabs my face and uses the other to glide his dick across my face. He slaps my cheeks and mouth with his glistening tip, dragging pre-cum across my face before finally pushing through my lips.

        He groans and pauses when his cock is halfway in my mouth, as though giving himself a moment to collect himself. My lips quiver with amusement before pulling my cheeks taut as I suck on him. Does he really think I would make this easy for him? As if I wouldn't take my chance at torturing him in return? Lawson seems to have the same idea of tormenting Casper... And me. Using the fingers that remain inside me, he pushes me forward. The nudge forward, forces me to take Casper's cock deeper. I gag as he hits the back of my throat. Tears build in the corner of my eyes but the choked gasp that escapes Casper is worth it.

       The further he slides down my throat, the more he comes undone. I wish I had a tape recorder on me, because the noises coming out of his mouth deserve to be played on repeat.

       Lawson maintains control of the blow job by pushing me forward and pulling me back repeatedly.

        "Wiggle your wrists if it's too much," Lawson tells me. Even as he talks, he doesn't slow down. I inhale through my nose, determined to please them. He's ruthless. Over, and over he makes me take his boyfriend's cock to the back of my throat. Over and over until Casper explodes. Like the blond knows that I'm struggling for breath, Casper pulls out of my mouth just in time to cum all over my face. I feel his cum slipping across my cheek, dripping to mix in with the drool that has collected on my chin. My hands twitch with the temptation to wipe the cum off my face, but Lawson's hold of my wrists has yet to weaken.

       I rest my face on the table as I catch my breath. Casper plants a soft kiss on my nose. "You took that so well," he praises. Face still lowered towards mine, he lifts his eyes to look at Lawson. "I think she deserves to be rewarded, no?"

       Though there's a beat of hesitation, Lawson hums his agreement. While I expect him to insert more fingers and finally move inside me, instead he removes his finger from my ass. He removes it only to immediately replace it with something cold. I inhale sharply and try to angle my head to see what he's doing.

       He teases my skin with metal anal beads before pointing at Casper. "Lube, please."

        I look at the five different sized beads in his hand. Starting small, they gradually get bigger. The first two don't worry me much, but the other three have a shaky breath parting my lips. I'm thankful for the excessive amount of lube that Casper applies, even though he does it crudely. He makes a show of spreading me open, before lathering my puckered hole. His fingers linger longer than needed, and I have no doubt that he's thinking about my tongue on him when he was in a similar position.

       "Consider this prep for next time," Lawson says as he drives the first bead inside. I moan at the intrusion, too distracted to fully comprehend his words. There are no word left in my head.

       As though they really want to leave me thoughtless, Lawson hands Casper the rest of the stick of beads and tugs my hips lower. Fingers digging into my skin, he angles himself towards my core and yanks me onto him. In a single thrust, he's fully seated inside me.

       I'm a moaning mess, louder than I've ever been with Lawson and Casper, but I'm too far gone to care. I shift on Lawson's dick, chasing my own pleasure, even though a part of me fears the brunet will not approve. As expected, he halts inside me, and a chocked sob escapes me. While I'm devasted by the idea of being edged in my current state, he surprises me, by pulling all the way out only to plunge all the way forward, harder than before. I cry out, vision blurring as he hits the perfect spot.

        As Lawson continues to thrust his dick inside me, Casper starts to push the beads inside. One by one, he inserts the remaining beads as I squirm on the table. He drives the beads in, in synchronicity with Lawson's thrusting, until there's no beads left.

        When the toy is fully seated inside me, Lawson really lets loose. Just as I've seen him with Casper, he moves fast and hard, no care to be gentle. Rough is the best way to describe the way Lawson fucks, but I enjoy every minute of it. I grunt with every stroke, the table beneath us shaking with the passion of his movement.

        Casper's hand strokes my hair the entire time with a gentleness that massively opposes his boyfriend's current approach.

        When Lawson reaches under me to stroke my clit, it takes all of three seconds for me to reach the edge. I cry out as the orgasm hits me harder than any orgasm I've ever experienced.

        "Fuck," Lawson curses under his breath, as I clench around him. He pulls out a few seconds later and paints my behind in his cum.

        I don't know how many minutes go by before one of us moves. I inch forward on the table, to stretch my legs, but don't bother to get up yet. I genuinely think that my legs would give out if I tried to stand right now.

        "I got you," Casper whispers in my ear. He turns me on my side and picks me up bridal style.

       "I'll get the shower started," Lawson tells us. He drops a soft kiss between my brows before leading the way to the bathroom.

        In a blissful state of semi-consciousness, I let the guys take care of me in the shower and giggle as we try to maneuver three people in the small space.

         Freshly showered, I feel myself drifting off the moment my head hits the pillow. Idly aware of Lawson and Casper still talking, I fall asleep to the sound of their voices with a dopey smile on my face.