While I didn't feel awkward being naked in front of the alpha, it was more than a little disconcerting to have to crouch on all fours while he directed Asher from behind me.

"You mentioned that spanking was a fantasy for Dakota, yet you were uncomfortable with it. Show me what you did when you tried it before, and let's see if we can't improve it a bit." Guy almost sounded bored, as though seeing my buck-naked ass and bobbing dick was just another day at the office—which, I guess, was kind of the case. Still, a little enthusiasm would have been appreciated. It was difficult staying hard while being observed and discussed like some kind of lab specimen.

I had a glorious ass, damn it! Guy—Master Guy now, I guessed, since we were in a scene—should have sounded at least a tiny bit intrigued.

While I fumed over the injustice my glorious ass was being given, Asher stretched over me to snatch the spatula that was still sitting on his nightstand. I stole a look at Master Guy out of the corner of my eye and saw his eyes dancing merrily in an otherwise impassive face. Maybe, deep down, he did appreciate the goods. That was better. He—

Tap, tap, tap, tap, ratta-tat-tap.

The swats started so suddenly I almost laughed. To save face, I dropped my head and bit down on my lip. Asher was humming.

God, we were a mess, weren’t we?

“Asher?” Master Guy asked. He spoke in a choked voice, as if he were also trying not to laugh. "Are you humming Staying Alive?"

"No… I mean, yes? I guess? I didn't realize that I was doing it out loud. That's just how I was keeping my rhythm."

"I see, well… I suppose that's one method. But can I ask what the purpose is if you're not leaving a mark or making him feel it?"

Asher’s response was muddied by confusion. "Why would I want to leave a mark? I'm not trying to beat him—this isn't that kind of spanking."

"One would hope that there are no spankings that are intended to be beatings. But anyway, I believe the type of spanking that your partner has requested involves a little sting. Allow me to demonstrate the joys of a heated bottom, Asher."

Master Guy walked over to the bed and slapped my ass with a stinging blow. I sucked in a breath and channeled the pain as he spanked me a second time, then a third. "Rub your hands over where I spanked. Do you feel the heat in his cheek? That's what you want. Lose the spatula and use your bare hand. I want you to give him three firm smacks just like I did." When Asher immediately obeyed and landed three smacks on my opposite cheek, Master Guy's voice warmed with approval. "Good boy, Asher."

I glanced over my shoulder to see my boyfriend practically preening from the praise. While Master Guy directed him to spank, then massage, then spank again, I found the stinging blows morphing into pleasure as warm tingles danced along my nerve endings.

"Very good, now you have him where you want him. See how he's presenting his ass to you now?"

I wanted to be embarrassed by Master Guy’s words, but he was right—my face was buried in the mattress, and my ass was high in the air. My erection dangled between my legs, my balls heavy, and my shaft craving stimulation. Yeah, I was definitely begging for more.

“Now that you’ve worked him up, it’s time to give him a reward. I want you to take his cheeks in the palms of your hands—that’s it, really grab a handful there…” As Master Guy spoke, Asher performed. I gasped and squirmed, already loving it a thousand times more than anything Asher had done for me before. “Spread them apart and tease his hole with your tongue.”

With his tongue? The breath caught in my throat, and I squeezed my eyes closed in the anticipation of pleasure. To have Asher’s firm, muscular tongue lapping me in such a sensitive spot was a dream come true.

When Asher hesitated, Master Guy issued a command in the same calm, but authoritative voice. "Do it now, Asher."

A loud moan slipped past my lips when his warm, wet tongue began teasing my rim. Fuck, it was better than I’d imagined it’d be. I shivered and buried my face in the sheets, moaning. "Yes… Oh, fuck… Ash, Ash, YES, Ash… for the love of all that's holy, don't stop!"

A soft chuckle echoed behind me. "You're lucky that Asher is the one in control right now. Just for that, I would probably tease you for a while longer and make you wait to come."

Asher's tongue pulled away, leaving to me gasp for breath. I wanted it back badly. "Did you want me to keep going, or was I supposed to stop?" His voice sounded eager to please and ready to do as the alpha bid.

"No, that's fine for tonight. Right now is supposed to be more about me watching what you do and less about you learning new tricks. Go ahead and lube up now. Proceed as you normally would." As he spoke, Master Guy walked over to the chair that sat to the side of our closet and took a seat, crossing one leg over the other as he rested his hand in his lap. His posture was relaxed—he was here to watch the show.

I was so focused on Master Guy that I didn't realize that Asher was ready to go until I felt the tip of his cock bump up against my opening. I was just loose enough from the rimming that he was able to push in with minimum burn, but I had to hiss through my teeth as he shoved in with one thrust. No matter how relaxed I’d become from the rimjob, that shit hurt.

"Perhaps a little more finesse, Asher. I didn't let you rim him long enough to get him nice and open, I don't think. Unless you've agreed on hard and fast, you should always take your time to ease in." Master Guy commented before adding one more thought. "Of course, that's just me. You're supposed to be doing what you'd normally do, so carry on."

Whether it was the excitement of being spanked and the heat in my ass that I felt every time Asher’s skin rubbed against me, or the thrill of being rammed by his hard cock for a change, I couldn't say, but I was much harder than normal, and could already feel my balls pulling up. A little bit of pain was welcome if it meant that Asher was going to own me like I wanted him to. Why couldn’t he have done this without Master Guy in the room? I was ready to release and we’d barely even gotten started.

"Fuck, babe. I'm not gonna last long," Asher said as he began rocking into me harder and faster. His balls slapped against mine with every thrust of his hips.

"Order Dakota to stroke himself," Master Guy suggested softly. When my hands started to move, the Dom stopped me. "Did I speak to you, Dakota? Asher is in charge now. You'll wait for his command—I'm just a bystander."

I reluctantly pulled my hand back. Asher planted a hand between my shoulder blades and pushed me down into the mattress as he panted out the order. "Grab yourself, babe. Grip that dick hard and give it a tug every time I thrust."

"Very good, Asher," Master Guy said with approval. "Not only did you take my suggestion, but you made it your own."

It only took a few thrusts and tugs before I was gasping with need. Asher gave one last bone-rattling pump of his hips before dropping over me and commanding me to come while he bit my ear and filled my ass. His cock pulsed inside of me, shooting me full of seed.

"Come for me, babe,” Asher uttered, his voice dark and sultry like it had never been before. “I want to see a big wet spot this time."

Hearing him say something that was actually a little dirty was all it took. I yelped and shot, squirting cum onto the bed.

"Excellent," Master Guy said as Asher lifted off me and gently pulled out. "That was pretty basic, but it gives me hope that you can both receive instruction. If you continue like this, you’ll be having great sex in no time."

I moaned into the mattress, spent, but still impossibly horny. To Master Guy, what we’d just done was basic, yet it was the best sex we'd ever had. And if he thought it could only get better from here? Fuck yeah. Sending a message to Rent-a-Dom was the best decision we'd ever made.