Chapter 5 The Deal

• Scarlett POV
• The main rule of BDSM is consent, without it, the environment is no scene, no game, nothing. In this there are certain levels, between green, yellow, and red, anything that was green could be done, if you were in a yellow zone you had to be careful and anything red was forbidden. Of course, these zones changed constantly, sometimes a practice that I thought was red could go to yellow and something green at first could become red.
• People change, their tastes change, we're fluid, and that's interesting, testing things out, learning new feelings, new emotions. At this point, there is tension in the air, no one wants to be the first to move.
• The black-haired Alpha is behind me, while the light brown-haired is in front of me, our bodies almost touching, we can feel the heat radiating from one to the other. It's like the game of whoever blinks first loses, only it's whoever moves first.
• My sex is very wet because my mind won't leave me alone, imagining what their touch was like, what the difference was between them, how each one would make me scream with pleasure and pain. Shivers of pleasure ran through my body, almost making me shiver, almost making me moan.
• I know I'm the prey, they want to hunt me down and devour me and part of me wants to give up, but the thrill of the hunt is what keeps me on my feet, but I'm at a disadvantage, after all, as tough as I am, I've been on my feet in these high heels for some time now.
• In many ways, these two have an advantage over me, all I have to do is lean a little to get a foothold, either on my back or on the front of my body. They know this because I can feel when one of them takes a deeper breath and I can feel the touch of the fabric against my skin. A test of endurance, both physical and mental.
• I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, letting the oxygen flow through my muscles and helping me to relax a little, a simple technique. I opened my eyes and saw the man in front of me. I smiled, rolled my eyes, and noticed a dangerous glint in his blue eyes.
• "Oh, shit!"
• I thought that glint made me want to know what he intended to do, and I felt my panties get wetter as I lightly bit my lower lip in the left corner. And those blue eyes got darker and the smile disappeared.
• I don't know if I prefer the smile or the serious expression, both made my body heat up in different ways, and my breathing started to get a little faster, and I could feel my breasts scrape lightly against the fabric of the black T-shirt. The thin dress and lace bra don't help to improve the situation, they only make it worse. They know what they're doing to me, to my body, by how I'm reacting, and I can feel them taking deep breaths on purpose.
• I opened my lips slightly, and started to breathe through my mouth, and closed my eyes again. It was impossible to stare into those blue eyes, was there any way to win? No, not win, but... Would it work?
• I opened my eyes and realized that the man in front of me was confident, especially given the signs I was giving off. I bit my lower lip a little harder, but let out a muted moan and almost shook my head.
• I can tell he wants to kiss me, but he's also holding back. I don't know exactly what the man behind me is thinking or doing, but I know his breathing is faster too, I don't know if it's on purpose or not.
• I let my moans come out quietly between my lips, a way of relieving some of the tension that was inside me, and a few seconds later I closed my eyes and made to lean forward, but before he could hold me I just took a step to the side and let the two of them meet. I let out a low laugh as they both turned towards me.
• I guess I shouldn't have laughed at them, because they looked like they wanted to kill me and the next moment I realized that they were coming towards me, a moment more, and they would have caught up with me, but I moved away using the sofa as an advantage and went behind him.
• "Pet, do you really think you'll be able to run away forever?"
• The black-haired man asked, and I could sense that he was the most enraged one. And he's walking around the sofa.
• "In high heels?" I answered the question with another question, in a joking tone. "No."
• I can see out of the corner of my eye the other man trying to corner me.
• "The more you run..." The brown-haired man warned me.
• "Is it going to get worse?" I started to get ready to jump on the sofa, but not in such an obvious way. "I never thought it would be difficult to catch a woman in high heels." I teased.
• In a split second, the brown-haired man had practically jumped up to grab me, but I was quicker and jumped over the sofa. I just didn't expect the black-haired man to be close enough to grab me by the left arm.
• "Got her." I heard his husky voice as he pulled me against him.
• I shuddered and let out a moan as my body met his. His touch was firm, and strong and hurt my wrist, but all I could think about was tasting his lips, I wanted to kiss him and my gaze must have betrayed me because in the next instant, he turned me around, and I faced the brown-haired man, and before I could understand, I heard a slap echo.
• The pain radiated from my left buttock, and I let out a scream, more from surprise than from pain. I tried to get free, but the brown-haired man grabbed my other arm in front of my body, pulling me forward, and making me lean a little.
• "I tried to warn you." The brown-haired man said.
• I bit my lip to stop myself from screaming again. With the force of the slap I received, in the same place as before, the man in front of me smiled and put his hand on my nose, closing it. I felt another slap, in the same place, and without being able to breathe, all I could do was open my mouth and let out the scream I had been trying to stifle.
• "I like the sound of that." The man behind me said. "But it could be better."
• I closed my eyes as I felt the fabric of my dress being lifted and then he lifted my panties up, making them turn into a string and enter the middle of my butt, leaving the bands well exposed. I know that the right one is already red.
• Expectation makes things more intense, I didn't feel any other movement, so I opened my eyes and as soon as I did I felt another slap, I lowered my head trying not to scream so loudly, with my breathing ragged, but the man in front of me held my chin and made me look at him. I can feel each slap radiating inside me, bringing pain to pleasure and making my pussy throb.
• "That expression..." He said with a husky tone of pleasure, and I let out a low moan of pleasure, before feeling another slap.