Adler was smoking in the kitchen when Park got back from the shop. He had been for a while, judging by the smell in the room, as he hadn’t bothered to open a window.

“Put that out.” She clicked her tongue as kicked the door closed behind her. “You know Bell hates it when we smoke inside.”

“Bell’s not in a position to complain about it.” He grumbled before taking another drag. “The little shit.”

Park sighed, lifting the bag onto the counter and turning to face him. She had been gone twenty minutes, at most. “What happened?”

“Mouthing off.” Adler mumbled.

“What was that?” Park cupped her ear. “I can’t hear you.”

“They were mouthing off.” Adler raised his head and spoke clearly this time.

“About?”

“About me not smoking in the house.”

“All together?” Park continued to stare at him as she opened the kitchen window, a fresh breeze filling the room.

“Bell was mouthing off about me not smoking in the house.” He said, finally stubbing out the cigarette in the glass ash tray on the counter, one he must have brought in from outside as that was where Bell made sure all the ashtrays ended up. They were vigilant about no one smoking inside.

“Better.” Park nodded. “Where are they now?”

“In the dungeon.” Adler picked up the empty packet and dropped it into the bin, glancing to where his secret stash was in the hallway. Or, the stash he thought was secret. Park had emptied it days ago.

“And you’re not?” She glanced over her shoulder towards the spare room turned BDSM dungeon.

“Obviously not.” He snapped as he slowly turned back to face her. “Sorry. As you can see, I needed to cool off.”

“Sure.” Helen rolled her eyes, and pointed to the bag on the counter. “You deal with that; I’ll go take care of them.”

“I knew you were a glutton for punishment, Park.” He grinned like he’d done something as he tipped the bag over, and hurried to catch the apples that rolled out of it.

“And you’re a bitch who can’t handle it.” Park smiled as she left him in the kitchen, scrambling about on his hands and knees as she headed towards the dungeon in the back of the house.

It wasn’t the most luxurious dungeon Park had ever owned, but in this housing market, you made do. Besides, this one had the benefit of being private, and at the end of the day, it served all of their needs. The key thing was that it was big enough for her to keep Bell and Adler in there when they were both misbehaving.

She opened the door into the room slowly, expecting Bell to be waiting impatiently just inside it, as they usually were whenever they felt they’d been subjected to a great injustice by Adler.

Today, however, they weren’t. Adler had seen to that.

Bell was cuffed to the leg of the St Andrew’s Cross, slumped on the floor like a dead fish, pouting as they rattled the chain against the metal bar. Their clothes were messy, rucked up from a fight, then from lying on the shag rug. They’d curled up slightly, away from the hardwood floor, which was uncomfortable by design. It had been so expensive to put in, that the three of them had compromised on their vision for the rest of the room, making do with dark red paint, sound proofing and coloured light bulbs to complete the look.

Park sighed, looking over Bell closer as she approached them. Bell was refusing to acknowledge her, so she made them by crouching down at their side and lifting their head to face hers.

“What’s got you looking like that?” She said, her thumb tugging Bell’s lip as she carefully studied their face. They weren’t hurt, just very miffed about the fact they’d been locked down in here for, in their mind, no good reason.  

“Didn’t he tell you?” Bell muttered as they tried to sit up. “He’s being a bitch.”

“Bell…” Park said admonishingly.

“Well, it’s true!” Bell spoke up louder. “We’ve been over it so many times, no one smokes inside the house—”

“I know we have.”

“And he’s a hypocrite!” Bell turned towards the door as their voice increased to a yell. “Every time I smoke, he’s all over me about it, oh, it’s bad for you, it makes your mouth taste bad, it dirties up the walls, your clothes, it could kill you, but I can’t say anything when he does?”

“I know, I know…” Park reached down and helped them sit up. It left their arms bent at an awkward angle, but they didn’t complain as Park brushed her hand over their hair. “I know. But, did you mouth off, or did you handle it properly?”

“I…” Bell huffed, then pouted. “He was riling me up. I didn’t start it.”

“That’s no excuse.” Park sighed. “So, the two of you argued, and he ended up putting you in here for me to deal with.”

“Yeah.” Bell wet their lips, as Park realised how hoarse their voice sounded. “You can at least let me say he’s a bitch for that.”

“I could… but I already have.” Park kissed their cheek. “So, that’s another strike for you.”

“Oh, for fucks…” Bell groaned, hitting their head back on the padded bench. “You aren’t serious.”

“No… not really.” She chuckled, and reached up to remove the handcuffs. “It wouldn’t be fair for you to take his fall.”

“Really?” Once free, Bell sprung to their feet, rubbing their wrists as they turned back to face Park.

“Well, yeah. We’ve tried talking to him about not smoking inside, and it hasn’t worked, so we’ll have to escalate it.” Park dragged Bell close to her and kissed them, muffling Bell’s startled realisation at what Park was saying.

The realisation was short lived as Bell shivered and grabbed Park’s hands, dragging her over to the horizontal bench. Bell awkwardly broke the kiss as they sat, tugging Park to sit in their lap. Park obliged them, settling her knees either side of their thighs as Bell shoved her jacket off, and grabbed her shirt, struggling to get it untucked from her belt so they could toss it away too.

“Easy.” Park stopped them, opting to pull her own shirt off, and letting Bell unsnap her bra instead. “You don’t want to hurt me.”

“I know. I’m sorry.” Bell mumbled, placing a soft kiss on her sternum. They tilted their head up, resting it on one of her boobs as they brought out their infamous puppy eyes. “Can you forgive me?”

“I can… for that.” Park murmured, gently pushing Bell down onto the bench and tugging their shirt teasingly, revealing a hint of their collar bone.

“Aren’t I lucky?” Bell smiled up at her, shifting their hips in order to make Park bob up and down.

Park gave them a warning glare, and they stopped, not risking their nice treatment by misbehaving.

When they had settled, Park slid her hand down Bell’s torso, ignoring how their shirt wrinkled under her fingertips, before flicking it aside and undoing Bell’s shorts. She had to stand up from Bell’s lap to fully tug them down, and Bell took the opportunity to spread their legs as wide as possible. They batted their eyes at Park, asking without words, and smiling as Park quickly moved her hand to Bell’s cunt, sliding her fingers into the warm space.

“Anyone would think Adler warmed you up.” She murmured as she leant over Bell again.

“Nah. He was too annoyed.” Bell swallowed, a brief look of hesitation crossing their face before they spoke again. “Also… I threatened to bite his dick off.”

Park’s hand slowed. She’d been about to touch Bell’s clit, until this new confession. “He wasn’t kidding about you mouthing off.”

“He burnt the counter. How the hell do you burn a rock?” Bell started up again, anger flickering across their face before Park hushed them, pressing them back down with a firm hand on her shoulder.

Park was about to speak again, when she and Bell heard something move outside the door.

“Is he…” Bell mouthed.

Park nodded and leant down to whisper in Bell’s ear. “Cheeky bastard. Play along, won’t you?”

Bell nodded, settling back as Park moved her fingers back to Bell’s clit.

“That’s a tricky one.” Park mused, her voice raised slightly.

“I mean…” Bell swallowed, glancing at the door. “If you’re going to start doing punishments for it…”

“I might.” Park cut them off swiftly, but still nodded, and rolled her thumb around their clit once.

“What kind of thing might you do?”

“Well…” She sighed. “It’s a new one. I’d have to get creative.”

“Would it be punitive, or reinforcing?”

“Oh, those are some big words…” Park chuckled, rubbing their clit again. “You think I should clicker train him, like a dog?”

“Is that even possible?” Bell failed to keep the whine out of their voice as Park toyed with their clit, hands restless at their sides as they tried to keep themselves from grabbing hold of her.

“I don’t know. We’d have to find out.”

“You’ll have your work cut out for you.” Bell swallowed again.

“I will.” Park leaned down over them, her face hovering just above theirs. “So, you’d better behave, and make sure that I’m not going to be run ragged.”

“I will.” Bell nodded, eyes glazing over as Park ran her thumb around again and again, harder and harder. “I promise. Best behaviour from now on.”

Park smiled and sat up, ignoring how her own clit ached as she leant down to kiss where her fingers were sunk inside Bell, slowly curling up against that lovely little sweet spot. She only got the barest taste of Bell on her lips, but even that was almost enough to break her resolve for Bell’s punishment… almost.

Bell always looked best like this. Spread out, half naked, wordlessly begging for more, half out of their mind with want that they’d go along with almost anything… Not that Park would use that. That was more Adler’s style.

Her style was upholding the rules, whether Bell liked it or not.

Just as Bell’s fluttering cunt squeezed her fingers, accompanied by the breathy moans leaving their mouth, Park swiftly pulled her fingers out from their cunt. The shock left Bell empty and whining, eyes pitifully wide. Park simply straightened up and wiped her fingers clean as she waited for Bell to be able to form words again.

“What… the fuck?” The first ones exploded from Bell’s mouth as they sat up, face flushed as they fixed their hair.

“Sorry, Bell. Rules are rules.” Park shrugged, slipping her bra back on and scooping her shirt up from the floor.

“But you said…”

“I never said I was letting you off the hook for all of that.” Park tutted and shook her head. “You’ve got to watch to my words Bell.”

“I have enough trouble watching mine, let alone yours.” Bell grumbled, already pouting again and curling up in a ball. “You’re still going to punish him, right?”

“Oh, yes.” Park glanced towards the door again. Adler has probably cleared off by now, as the semi show was over and he didn’t want to get caught listening in. He thought so much of himself, that he’d probably be celebrating his little sneak act right now. “I might need your help, actually.”

“Really?” Bell uncurled themselves and leant up.

“Yeah. He’s got quite a list racked up. Smoking inside, rough housing with you, and listening in on us to top it off.”

“Oh….” Bell’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “What are you going to do to him?

“I’m not spoiling the surprise, Bell.”

“Please? Even just a hint?” Bell slid off the bench, onto their knees in front of Park.

She pretended to consider it. “You show me what that mouth does, and I’ll let you pick part of it.”