***Z’s POV***



She had raced me to her place. The surge of adrenaline was intoxicating. I killed the bike when she pulled up next to me. Apparently after what could only be described as some of the weirdest, hottest sex I’d ever had, she wanted more. Bring it on, baby.

Damn, she looked great--hair tousled from the wind, shades on, lips curved up in a sexy smirk. She rounded the car and looked like she was waiting for something. She nodded towards her apartment, “Better get moving. I want to stare at that sexy ass of yours.”

I cocked a brow and gave her a look over my shades at the cocky line. When she didn’t waver, I shook my head and “got moving.” When I was about to reach her door, she grabbed my ass. I jumped and smiled. I wasn’t sure where this Violet came from, but I liked it.

After letting us in, she dropped her things and traipsed towards the bedroom, “I’m going to slip into something more comfortable,” She threw a wink over her shoulder and I twitched in my pants. Fuck yes. I had totally just come a few times, but I was totally up for this.
Kicking off my shoes, I tore off my riding jacket and was headed her way when she reappeared in her doorway...with a razor?

“What’s this?” I quirked a brow again. If she wanted me to shave her, I could do that.
“I wanna see that beautiful face of yours before I fuck you nine ways to Sunday. Go on, shave that pretty face.”
As my mouth dropped, she handed me the blade. I smiled nervously, “Violet, I dunno about--”

She stood a little straighter and folded her arms, “I don’t remember asking, Vengeance.”

All my blood pooled in my crotch and I could hardly breathe. Slightly unnerved by how extremely dominant she was being and how much I extremely liked it, my fingers trembled a little as I did as I was told. So that’s what this whole thing was about. Dominance.

I looked myself in the eyes in the mirror and steeled my resolve. Was I up for this tonight? I smiled. Yeah I was. This was a game and I was the prey and I was totally cool with that. So I got to shaving.
I was impressed with her choice of aftershave and after I patted it on, I took a deep breath and opened the door.



I had expected the dominatrix look, but it still could not have possibly readied me for how fucking hot she looked. The highest heels I’d ever seen, thigh highs clipped to a garter belt, but zero underwear. Cinched black corset made sure her boobs piled out the top. What was possibly my favorite part? That riding crop in her hand.

She slapped it in her other palm as she sauntered my way. I squared my shoulders, ready for whatever she had in mind. In the heels, she barely looked down at me and damn if that wasn’t hot.
Violet used the end of the crop to shut my gaping mouth before running it over my freshly shaven face. My half lidded eyes flicked helplessly over her lips before raising to her eyes. Despite how much I wanted this, I was so nervous.

“I’ve missed that face,” Suddenly I had been shoved up against the wall and her tongue was down my throat. I moaned lightly and when my hand went instinctively to her waist, she flicked it with the crop without even stopping her mouth on mine. I clutched at the wall as she kissed me into oblivion.

“Bed.”

I whimpered and nodded, pausing when I turned and saw exactly what she had in mind. Not on her yet, there on the bed lay a strap-on. Well, I was in for a night.

Laying back, I waited for her. Violet separated my knees and moved to sit on hers in between mine so that the backs of my thighs rested on the tops of hers. Fuck this was so hot. The look in her eyes sold the entire thing. It was all about her attitude and how she treated me and she knew it. And owned it, owned me, so well.

As she bit her bottom lip on purpose to excite me, she teased me with the end of the riding crop. First across my lips, then down my neck to push against and rub over one nipple, followed by the other. The feeling of the leather was just rough enough to be arousing, just soft enough to be teasing.

“Oh, god, Violet--” I croaked when she flicked it, hitting the hard head of my cock dead on. I flinched, pre-cum dripping onto my stomach.
Her flashing, commanding, violet eyes looked up to meet mine from under her lashes, “Do I need to restrain you, Baker?”
“No, ma’am.” I whimpered. Not that I’d mind. In fact, I knew I was about to change my mind on that.

My fingers tightened back into the pillow under me as the leather ran down the length of my dick, softly slapping my balls afterwards. Jesus.

“Cuff me, baby. Please.” I needed it. To feel the complete surrender. This caught her off guard, but she was soon playing along. Taking one of my nipples into her mouth, she reached over to her drawer to find the cuffs. Her determined eyes could’ve gotten me to do absolutely anything as she stared me down. The dominating, unwavering look had me cowering into the deepest recesses of submission as she clamped the cuffs down and secured them back to the bed. When she kissed me after, though, it was soft and slow--her perfect lips joining to mine in that heavenly way that reminded me just how well we fit together.

“Is that better, my little rock star? Want to give yourself completely to me while I’m fucking you?” She breathed quietly in my ear as her words sent shivers down my spine.
Yes. Absolutely I do. Did she have any idea how much I loved this? How many fantasies she was fulfilling so fully that I’d had for decades?

“Yes, Vi. Own me.”

I blinked slowly up at her as she paused over me, a smile starting at her lips.
“Tonight it’s just V, baby.”
While I had shaved my face, she had re-done her makeup to further the role she had over me. Her light eyes peered out from dark purple and black shades, her full lips accented with a darker shade of her signature color I'd never seen before. She was so very much the entire package right now.

Her eyes didn’t leave mine as she sucked on one of her fingers seductively. Then it trailed slowly from her mouth down my body. I swallowed hard and waited for it as her hand dipped between my legs and teased my entrance. Biting down on her lip again, she slid it inside me. My eyelids fluttered, but I kept them open so she could fully see the pleasure in my face, see just how much I was enjoying this.

“V--” I sucked in a breath as she started moving her finger, one of the best feelings in the whole goddamn world.
Still staring me straight in the face, she carefully placed the crop that had been in her other hand down, “How many do you have left, darling?”

“I can probably go twice.”
“I’m going to start jerking you off, Zack. The faster you come, the faster we can move on, alright?”
Fuck, yes.

Violet sat back on her heels and wrapped her small hand around my overworked cock. I was so fucking hard right now and it felt so incredible when she started pumping her fist. She flicked at my slit with her thumb and I moaned out.
“That’s it, baby…” She worked in another finger and my hands jerked against the cuffs. Her fingers curled inside me, finding their destination as I basically screamed. She stroked me through the blinding orgasm as choked off moans and yelps left me. God, she was so good.

I felt her fingers retreat, and felt the bed dip as she got off the bed. I couldn’t see her, though, because I’d shut my eyes and was so sated I couldn’t open them yet. When I felt the bed dip again, I looked up to find her once again sitting between my open knees--now stroking her fake phallus.

Man, this was kinky as fuck but my dick swelled at the sight. Her eyes flicked down to my hardening cock and she grinned like a shark.

“Is this the line, honey?” She looked at her own dick and back at me, “The one you’ve never crossed?”
“Yes, V.”

Violet was still lubing the shaft, her hand languidly running up and down--knowing I enjoyed watching her. Her head tilted back, like she could actually feel it, and she moaned. Jesus fuck.
Her slitted eyes looked domineeringly down at me, “What do you want, Zack?” She asked, a deep, dark, taunting tone to her voice.

“I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me, V.”

Her hand stopped and instead, picked the riding crop back up. Biting her lip again, she stood up and turned around, placing her heels on either side of my waist. I licked my lips when I saw just how wet she was. I was very curious how her pleasure would figure into all this.

“Hold your knees apart, Zacky.”

I obeyed, my heart racing with anticipation for whatever she was going to do to me. The crop flicked right up against my asshole and I flinched.
“Ah, god, V--”
“You like that, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes, oh god yes. More please.”

She did it two more times and I was a writhing, moaning mess. She dropped to her knees as my eyes rolled back in my head. In one swift movement, I was balls deep inside her. Good god fuck. Moments later, she came, satisfying herself as she barely even moved. The crop disappeared from my line of sight and I felt the handle enter me. She’d lubed it up plenty, but the rough of the leather caused a slight sting as well as being spread further. I welcomed it.

Moving off me, she sighed contentedly as I groaned. When she was back in place, facing me from in between my legs, Violet removed the crop and threw it to the side. I couldn’t believe how much she was enjoying this and how lucky I was. I always assumed that if I ever had this done to me, it would be a shameful experience--poor Meaghan or someone else finally giving into my fantasy and doing it just for me. But not Violet. I could see she was high on the experience. Not only was she into it, she wasn’t judging me in the least. My dick twitched when I realized this would probably be something she’d do to me again in the future. God, yes. Damn, I was one lucky bastard.

Her face twisted in a wicked smile as her eyes glittered, enjoying the fact that she was about to take something from me, in a way, “Just relax, Zacky. It doesn’t hurt for long.”

I felt the head of the phallus push against me and I tried to do as she asked--relax. Holding her metaphorical hold over me in one hand, she used the other hand to physically hold herself over me--her darkly eyeshadowed eyes letting me know she had a firm hold on the reins. Violet’s pupil-blown gaze flicked over my face and she thrust in.

She was only half way inside me, and I had no idea what to make of the sensation. It unraveled me. The feeling of being intimately violated--but in a way that I had wanted her to--was overwhelming. There was a line that she was dragging me past, yet because I could still see the line behind us it made it alright. Fuck, did it hurt. But it hurt. So. Good.

A groan stuck in my throat as my lips fell open--half way between begging her to stop and to keep going. My entire body tightened, my arms pulling hard against the cuffs. My eyes closed as I arched back into the sheets, knees widening to make room for her. Even though I’d originally wanted the surrender of being handcuffed, I now desperately wanted to hold her--like having my hands on her somehow further gave myself to her. Hoping I could silently tell her this, I pulled harder at the restraints and somehow, she understood.

I was so wrapped up in everything--the giving in, the pain, the edge of pleasure that I could feel on the other side of it--that I didn’t even realize a tear had slipped out of the side of eyes that now begged desperately up at her. I immediately caught the falter in her act--the wonder at what she had done to me. Her lips were parted in awe, her eyes glazing over in excitement at the image I must’ve made. By the time she had quickly un-cuffed me, the act was back and she smiled before making sure she took care of me.

Violet kissed the tear off my cheek, lips then moving below my ear and down to my neck. Her soft lips kissing and little tongue licking definitely had the effect she was going for. As I began to relax, my hands went to her side and slid around to hold her lower back. She kissed up the other side of my neck, and by the time she got to my ear, I let out a pretty shameless moan.
The seduction in her voice made me fall further apart, “I’m pushing the rest in, Zack.”

I groaned and she did just that and my entire universe erupted, “Violet--”
Fingers curled into my short hair and I yelped when she pulled hard at the same time she seated herself against me, “Vengeance, I told you it’s V.”


“V…” I moaned, the entire experience catching up to me. For some reason, the feeling of her lower body up against mine was real in a way it never had been before--the knowledge that her silky body led down to her cock being inside me so carnally satisfying I could only wait for her to make the next move.

Smiling a little at me, Vi started moving. Shallow, smooth rolls of her hips that had me biting my lip so hard I tasted blood. While I was completely giving into her, I wasn’t ready for her to hear the pathetic wails that were threatening to leave my mouth. Instead they came out as choked off whimpers as I let her fuck me.

“How does that feel, Zack?” She went a little deeper, encouraged by my body’s reactions.
“So fucking good…” I winced, the feelings crashing over me in delicious, hard-hitting waves, “Harder, please, V--”
“God, I wish I knew how this felt…” Violet whispered, loosening her hold on the role play, “You’re so fucking hot…”
When it caught up to her, she reined it back in and gave one of my nipples a hard pinch, “You know you don’t call the shots, Zacky. I will go as hard as I want, when I want.” Violet panted, throwing her head back as she got into it all. I got what I wanted, though, as she didn’t seem to be able to keep herself from going deeper and faster. I had no idea how she was this good with a dick. Had she just had that much practice?? And why was that hot?

The fingers of one hand digging into her ass, my other hand wrapped around my twitching cock and jerked haphazardly fast. I was so fucking close and she was so fucking scorching. This action caught her attention and when she saw I was close, Violet made sure she stepped up--her thrusts perfecting as they quickened just right. She playfully tousled her hair, locking her eyes with mine in the hopes that the cocksure look in them would help me come. It did, and I cried out loudly as I stroked my spurting cock. Violet thrust me through what I could only describe as well, the orgasm--fuck--of my life.

The crux of it all, though, the finality--the one-two punch, was that she came, too. Hips slamming up against my ass, her face as her head fell back proved that she wasn’t faking it. Her eyes fluttering closed as her o-face took over her beautiful features was the perfect cherry on top of my ending as I got milked for all I was worth.

She collapsed in my arms, onto my heaving chest, lips crashing against mine. Because she was still buried between my hips, her face was raised to mine. I had lowered my head to kiss her, wrapping her in my arms as we both slowly came down from the highest mountaintop I’d ever been on. With a simple soft kiss, she handed me the reins back, moaning into my mouth with a feminine sigh. My head swam and I had to fall back into the sheets, trying to catch my breath. I felt her lips kiss over my deathbat and my hand instinctively petted over her bright hair.

When Violet gently started to pull out, I flinched and murmured, fingers clenching at her until the representation of her dominance was free. I exhaled in relief and her eyes met mine as she crawled away from me. The amethyst orbs flicked over me, taking in the last remnants of what we’d just done before she turned away and sat on the edge of the bed, un-strapping herself.
I grabbed some tissues from her nightstand and wiped myself off, offering her a few. The edge of her mouth pulled a little as she raised her eyes and then lowered them again.
I was completely comfortable with what she’d just done to me...was she not?

Moving until I was behind her, I pulled her back against me, murmuring softly into her ear as I wrapped my arms around her, “Violet, that was the single hottest thing anyone has ever done to me or with me. You were absolutely mind-blowing. How well you just owned that role, owned me….I can’t thank you enough, darling,” I kissed her cheek and a wide smile lit up her face. There she was. My Violet.

My. Violet.

Dammit to all the fucks. Does she really think what we just did, the level of trust that took on either end, constitutes as “casual”? Something tells me she knows that's huge load of bullshit, but she just can’t admit that out loud. Which is understandable after what she found out right before I left for tour. I wanted to let her know that she’s special to me, which was why I sent her the song I’d recorded just for her. Was this her way of letting me know she felt the same? With sex?

She laughed lightly, looking up at me, “Hey, you just fulfilled...well, several of my fantasies. The least I could do is return the favor.” Her lips kissed under my jawline as I smiled, “I had this planned for tomorrow, when you were supposed to be home...along with a nice dinner and stuff.”
I shook my head when her eyes met mine again. The after glow between us was always something that had baffled me completely. The look in her eyes calling to something in me that was absolutely foreign, “So you didn’t just do that to thank me for the threesome?”

“No, I’ve been dying to do this to you ever since you told me you wanted it. That was fucking amazing. I’ll do that anytime you want it, babe,” I think I blushed a little when she kissed my cheek.
“Good to know.” I watched her walk off to her bathroom and pulled my boxers back on with a wince. Well, that was definitely a new feeling. Never been sore there before. I chuckled to myself, still in disbelief that she was this perfect for me.

Violet cutely pulled my shirt on when she emerged, and two seconds after she was in my arms we were fast asleep.

***Vi’s POV****

I wasn’t sure when I drifted off or when I was dreaming or when I woke up. It all seemed like a dream to me, that was for sure. What I’d done to Zack the previous night spelled out so many things. It was such a turn-on and an adrenaline high being in charge like that and therefore had my ego rocketing sky high. The fact that he'd trusted me enough to do that with me. How it meant that we were going to get into so much fun trouble together. While I would try and retain my outer semblance of being cool and collected about whatever this was, I knew--and I’m pretty sure he also knew--it was anything but cool. It was earth-scorchingly hot and there wasn’t a damn thing I, or he, could do to stop it. All I could do was remind myself that feelings didn’t mean love and the sex as so mind-shattering why worry about it?

So the next morning when I woke up next to his beautiful body, I just snuggled closer, burying my nose in his neck so I could both smell his oh-so-manly scent and to kiss him there. His deep chuckle filled my ear, but when I went to palm his excitement, he grabbed my wrist forcefully.
The move had my eyes darting up to meet his, hoping this was some sort of foreplay.

“Easy, baby. I’m afraid after last night I’m going to have to bench myself for the day…” Zack pecked my lips before pulling me close again. As too bad as that was, I had to admit I was a little sore myself. Flashes of the night before flitted through my mind, his freshly shaven face a reminder of my part in it. His body, his face, his complete and utter surrender to me. Damn, it had been the awesomest thing ever. And that was after getting to experience a threesome that had made me come harder than I ever had in my life. Memories of the two of them kissing made my heart race. Part of me hoped Ben and I hadn’t pushed him too far, but he seemed completely cool with it. Realizing that conversation might be my best bet in distracting my body from what it was dying to do with his, my clouded mind searched for something to say.

Zacky turned me over and nuzzled my neck cutely, making it clear he wasn’t going anywhere and wanted to be near me as much as I him. His fingers grazed over more innocent parts of my body, trying to keep the peace. There was one question I was dying to know, even though I had already been told an answer by someone else.

“I assume you’ve been in a threesome before? Both kinds?” I played with his tatted hands as he let me.
His morning voice was gorgeous, rough and deep as it awoke to the world, “I’ve had a bunch of kinds of threesomes,” I could hear the smile, “But never like that, actually.”

I played dumb, very curious how much he’d tell me, “What do you mean, like, two dudes?”
He laughed lightly, “I almost don’t want to tell you. Don’t want you thinking of me, or your friends, any differently.”

“Zack, remember I’ve seen pictures and videos of you being pretty young and stupid. What you did years ago isn’t going to change how I feel about you.” Damn, I totally hadn’t meant to say that.
He skimmed over it, thank god, “Well, I was in a few threesomes with groupies during the City of Evil tours. Gena was involved in some of them. It wasn’t until towards the end of our marriage that I started having threesomes with Chelle and Brian.”

I faked shock, and think I did a damn good job of it, choking on a laugh, “You what?” My laugh faded as I turned to meet his gaze.

“And no, I never fucked Brian, geesuz.” He rolled his eyes.

“So...what were those like, if it wasn’t like what we did last night?” I asked innocently.
“Honey, nothing could ever be anything like what we did last night,” Zacky playfully nipped at my neck and the pure conviction in his voice stirred heat between my thighs, “The times with them were...always us watching one another be with Michelle. Totally hot, in the moment, on-tour wild times. The first time I barely remember snippets of. We were all high and drunk as fuck, during one of the Hail to the King tours. It was fun, though, so we kept doing it every now and then. One time was at home when Gena didn’t happen to be around. When I started dating Megs, though, we called it quits. Then there was the last time, which she doesn’t know about.”

“Oh, yeah? When was that?” He had all my attention, but my eyes were focused on where I still played with his calloused fingers.
“Only about a year ago.” Zack waited for my reaction as I turned immediately and gawked a little, “I felt so guilty afterwards….because I didn’t feel guilty. If that makes sense. It was kind of another confirmation of….” His green eyes darkened as they raised to mine, “My shortcomings.”

Wanting him to know I still accepted that part of him, I kissed his cheek, followed by his lips. They momentarily locked sweetly with mine, his eyes staying open in surprise. I pulled away with a shy smile, “Lucky bitch.” I meant the comment to come off silly, considering the situation of all he’d given to me so far.
Zacky laughed that full on cheeky laugh before lacing his fingers through mine, arching that brow at me, “Are you jealous?” When I only flushed a dark pink and bit my lip, he continued, “Of her getting to be with me, or me and Brian?”

My cheeks heated further and before I could stop my reaction, my gaze fell away from his, suddenly shy about things I wasn’t usually shy about.
“It’s okay if you’re attracted to any of my boys, Violet,” Vengeance unlaced our fingers and ran his fingers down my side until they gripped my hip, “None of them will ever have what I have with you,” His dark chuckle drifted into my ear as my blush only deepened, “Whatever the fuck that is.”

The fact that he was openly joking about it made me feel suddenly so at ease with him. I laughed out loud, my embarrassment at the idea of being attracted to Syn fading. Suddenly, I could feel his presence change, his body tense, his fingers tighten to my waist, and his voice deepen when he spoke, “Is that something you want, Violet? To fuck me and Synyster at the same time? Do you maybe want him in your ass this time--or do you want to see his eyes on you as he fucks you? As we both come inside you?”

I had no idea what the fuck was going on. Some switch had been flipped and his dominant side crashed into the room out of nowhere. No complaints from me. Zacky slowly moved the hand at my waist back over my ass, between my legs, and pressed the pads of two of his fingers over the wet patch on my underwear.
I felt like I was up a creek without a paddle. I wanted to be just as sexy as he was all the damn time, to catch whatever he threw at me, but I had nothing. He could now do whatever he wanted with me.

Pressing his body up against mine until I was half-way to being on my tummy, the guitarist hummed approvingly when I spread one knee out and dropped my hips--offering up my ass cheeks. As he kissed my shoulder, his fingers expertly nudged my underwear aside and slipped into me.

“So wet…” He whispered hoarsely as I stuffed my face into my pillow, “Just because I’m too sensitive to get off, doesn’t mean I can’t finger fuck you to climax. Don’t think I'll stop there, either, sweetie. I’m going until you beg me to stop. And then I’m still not going to.”

I groaned as his wonderful fingers moved perfectly. Meaghan was right, he had quite a mouth on him. It was official, he could dirty talk my pants off in a crowd if he wanted. My over-fucked pussy was so sensitive and sore it made me come even sooner, making me cry and whine when he didn’t stop.

“Zack--”
“Yes, Violet.” His voice was so calm it was eerie, yet still sexy as hell.
“I-I can’t--” I panted as his fingers still worked me over, now pressing forward into my bundle of over-sensitive nerves.
“Yes, you can. And you will. Make no mistake, baby. I can pleasure you better than anyone else can. Better than my photographer. Better than my lead guitarist. Better than any of the women you bring home.”
Well wasn’t that the fucking truth.

The fingers left me and next thing I knew I was being carried to my own shower. Half an hour later, Zacky held me up as I tried to stand under the warm water.

“You alright?” A sideways grin graced his face.
“Hmmm…” I sighed, “No thanks to you. Jesus christ…” I tried to breathe as my eyes drifted down his heaving body to his rock hard erection. It was angry and leaking, begging for attention. He’d worked me through countless more orgasms and he’d been right. I begged him to stop, yet he kept going. Now he had me against the wall of the shower, his grin faded into a feral, needy look in his darkening eyes. He boxed me in, his body practically vibrating with the search for release.
“Please let me touch you, baby…” I warily leaned in as he kept his hands on the wall, and I kissed across his skin.
“No can do sweetness, but..ah, god...do that...yes, that…”

I didn’t want to spoil the mood by asking what he meant, so I had to assume he just meant touching his body anywhere else. Tentatively, I wrapped my arms around him and clenched my nails into his back, just hard enough to bite without breaking the skin.

“Yes--” Zack’s eyes clenched shut and he erupted between us, milky white spurting from his end without either of us touching his dick. He buried his lips and his fingers in my hair as he kept coming, his groans deeply satisfying that we did this to one another.

After our much needed shower, I watched his cute bare ass walk across my bedroom to his dirty clothes before he started getting dressed. As I picked out clothes for the day, I heard him get out his phone and whisper a quick “shit.”
I turned to find him quickly texting someone back.

“I never got around to letting Megs know I was home, which she found out from someone else. You wanna go pick up Ness with me?” Zack’s voice softened over the last sentence as he walked over to me, “He’ll be the distraction we need to keep from fucking each other.”

We both laughed and I agreed.

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Notes

good god, all the sex. fuck.
I realize that first scene may not be everyone's thing, but damn, it's sound hot as fuck to me. I'll take super evil Zacky any day, but this sounds fun too!

So what does the rest of the day hold for the couple/not-couple/please can they fess up already???

As always, thanks for reading! Love your comments!