He chuckles as he leans over and kisses first one tip and then the other. Finally, he pulls my nightie over them and then stands and lifts the covers up to my chest. He tucks the sides in and then cups my face, his thumb stroking over my lips. “You’re not permitted to masturbate without permission this weekend, princess. If you find yourself aroused, you’ll come to one of us and ask for what you need. Keep your fingers away from your pussy while you’re alone, understood?”
I nod. “Yes, Sir.” His words make my nipples stiffen once again, and I squirm under the covers.
Master Quinten kisses my forehead and then steps back.
Master Grayson cups my face and kisses my lips, gently, reverently. He’s smiling, obviously pleased with me, which is a relief after everything I’ve just let another man do to my body.
They turn off the lights as they leave my room, and I smile when a nightlight comes to life, the soft pink glow filling the space.
I’m still aroused. There is no denying that. And my mind is racing with all the implications from what I’ve done in the last few hours. But I’m also exhausted, and I decide to process my weird life in the morning. I close my eyes and inhale long and slow, falling asleep so fast I’m not aware of another thing.
Chapter 11
Master Grayson
We leave the room silently, my heart racing from everything I’ve just witnessed. Josie was fucking hotter than hell. My cock is about to pop out of my jeans. I need to excuse myself so that I can rub one off. I need a shower and some time to think.
I’m surprised when Quinten leads me to my room and then enters. He crosses the room and lowers himself onto the navy armchair, casually relaxing with his ankles crossed. “You okay?” he asks. How is he so calm?
I nod. “I’m fine. That was… Amazing. I had no idea it would be so…well, arousing, watching someone else dominate Josie.”
He smiles warmly at me, and I wonder how long he’s going to stay. My cock is pulsing.
“You must have a lot of pent up energy after watching that, especially since you’re used to having Josie service you in the evenings.”
I shuffle my feet, feeling decidedly awkward standing here in front of Quinten. “I guess.”
He chuckles. “You guess?” He glanced down at my obvious bulge. “Your jeans are going to bust open soon, aren’t they?”
I glance away. My heart is racing. My face is heated. I’m embarrassed that he both notices the state of my cock and calls me out on it.
He pauses a few moments and then says, “You know, there’s nothing wrong with wanting someone to take care of you. I could do that for you. Bathe you like I did Josie.”
I flinch and take a step back. “I’m not a little, Quinten.” I intentionally use his name without adding a title. I need to get the air cleared between us. I’m not here to submit to him. The hair on the back of my neck stands up. I’m frustrated and a bit angry. How many times do I have to tell this man I’m not a sub?
On the flip side, I keep glancing at his hands where they rest casually on his lap. He used those hands to bring Josie to orgasm, and I wouldn’t mind having those hands on my body, too. I close my eyes and swallow, trying to shake off the image.
Quinten is undeniably attractive. I’ve been glancing at him all evening. Sometimes he looks like he wants to devour me. And there’s nothing wrong with that. I wouldn’t mind getting naked with him and sating my thirst. As long as he’s clear that I’m not his sub.
“I know that, Grayson.” He emphasizes my name, too. “I’m not suggesting you are. That doesn’t mean you don’t need someone to take care of you. Josie’s been taking care of you for a year. That didn’t make you a little.”
He’s right, but my mind is racing, unable to fully grasp what he’s suggesting. We had a similar discussion once before, at Surrender, a year ago. Apparently, I need to remind him. “I’m not submissive, either.”
“So you’ve insisted. I beg to differ.”
I jerk my gaze to his, heart beating faster. He’s so formidable. I can’t process my feelings, but flashes of having his hands on me flick through my mind. This intense man is getting under my skin. How dare he purport to know me better than myself? I’m thirty-two years old. I would know if I was submissive.
“It’s not an either-or, Grayson. You can be both. Many people switch. Some people can even be both at the same time.”
“What does that even mean?” I blurt out.
He smiles indulgently again. “It means in a threesome, the dynamic could include one person who is submissive to one partner while dominant over the other.” He lets those words sit for several moments.
I try to wrap my mind around his implication. “You want me to submit to you and dominate Josie?” Obviously, that’s his suggestion. It’s out of my realm of comprehension though. I shudder at the thought. I can’t fathom even adding a third person to our lives at all, let alone someone who would be dominant over me. It’s one thing to work with Quinten for the weekend; it’s another thing entirely to imagine finding a third person to join us regularly. Fat chance.
“What I want is for you to consider all your options. Have you been with men before?” He springs this last question on me without hesitation.
I bite the inside of my cheek, holding his gaze like a man. “Yes.” Why lie?
“Does that embarrass you?”
I shake my head because it shouldn’t. It doesn’t. “No. It was a long time ago.”
“How many men have you been with?”
I shrug. “A few. None since meeting Josie.”
“No need to get defensive. I’m just making sure I’m not flying blind here, Grayson.”
I try to relax. It’s impossible. Josie had me harder than a rock. Quinten is driving my cock to revolt. “Just because I’ve been with men doesn’t mean they dominated me,” I point out.
“Of course not. I was simply inquiring about your experience with men. Just because no man has dominated you doesn’t mean you don’t crave it and won’t enjoy it.” He lifts a brow.
I run a hand over my head, my frustration mounting. “Quinten, I appreciate you trying to help us and all, especially Josie, but there’s no chance I’m going to submit to you while dominating her. She sees me as a Dom. Firm. Strong.”
Quinten nods as though everything I’m saying makes perfect sense. A professional nod. The sort I’m sure he uses with patients in his office. Infuriating. “I’d like to help both of you, Grayson. This weekend isn’t all about Josie. It’s about you too. Neither of you is completely satisfied. Why don’t you consider expanding your options at the same time?”
I let out a nervous chuckle. “I can expand on my options, but submission isn’t one of them.”
“Why not?” Quinten stands and approaches me slowly. When he’s inches away from me, I start to tremble. I don’t even back up. I can’t. I’m drawn to him. He exudes power and strength. His voice lowers. “I’m not asking you to submit in front of Josie. She’s in bed. For now, I’m just asking you to let someone else take care of you.”
I’m breathing heavily. What does he mean by take care of me? I’m afraid to ask.
He holds out a hand, and I hesitate before setting mine in his. I’m drawn to him like a magnet. I’m a big guy. Five-eleven. Solid. I work out. But Quinten is three inches taller than me and broader. It’s intimidating but also heady.
He steps closer and sets his other hand on my shoulder. “How about a shower. It might help you relax.”
I nod. “Josie and I usually shower together before bed.” I don’t know why I’m telling him this.
“Does she wash you, Grayson?”
I nod again, swallowing. I’m opening a can of worms here.
“Do you think you can let me be the one to do that for you tonight?”
I lower my gaze and draw in a breath. I’m conflicted. If I cross this line, I’ll be setting a new precedent. I’ve fooled around with men before. That part doesn’t bother me. But I’ve never submitted
to anyone. I’m certain he isn’t suggesting we simply shower together. He’s going to dominate me.
My cock is fucking hard. I want his hands on me. I’m also freaking scared out of my mind. What if he’s right and I like it? I’ve never in my life considered myself submissive.
I close my eyes and chase away visions of my father’s stern face. “Man up, Grayson. Don’t be such a wimp.”
As I shake thoughts of my childhood from my mind, Quinten’s hand slides up to my cheek, and I instinctively tip my face into the contact as my lips part. His power over me is intriguing and scary. “It’s just a shower, Grayson. Nothing life-altering.”
I’m glad Josie isn’t in the room to watch me struggle with this decision. I need this thing between Quinten and me to be separate until I can wrap my head around it. My own struggle.
And where is this going? What if I fall for Quinten? How is that going to help out my relationship with Josie? Hell, I’m pretty sure she’s under his spell, too. In two days we will go back to our own home, presumably better from the experience. It will be a disaster if we both leave here attached to someone else.
“Okay.” The word slips out of my mouth before I can stop it.
Quinten drags his thumb over my lower lip and then drops his hand, tugging me playfully toward the bathroom. When we enter, he turns on the shower and closes the glass door to let it warm up.
I’m nervous. He reaches for the hem of my shirt and draws it over my head. After tossing it onto the counter, he sets his hands on my shoulders and smooths them down my chest. When he palms my nipples, I draw in a sharp breath.
My cock has been hard for hours, but it throbs against my jeans now. I’m going to embarrass myself and come as soon as he touches me.
Quinten pulls his shirt off next and drops it on top of mine. There’s a sprinkling of dark hair on his chest, and as I picture it rubbing against my nipples, I shiver.
He smiles as if he’s reading my mind, his hands going to the button on my jeans and then unfastening it and lowering the zipper.
I kick off my shoes while he lowers my jeans and underwear, his face coming precariously close to my erection. I can’t remember when I’ve been this hard. A single glance at Josie makes me horny any day of the week, but this is different. The forbidden, perhaps.
Quinten bends down to pull my jeans off my legs and remove my socks, and then he’s standing in front of me again, his gaze wandering up and down my body. “You’re gorgeous.”
I clench my fists at my sides and watch him remove the rest of his clothes. His cock is impressive. Thicker than mine. I might be longer, but in this contest, I’m not sure it matters. He wraps his hand around his length and slowly drags it up and off the tip.
The man exudes confidence.
Normally I do, too. When I’m in a Dominant mind frame, I’m powerful. But standing here in front of Quinten has flipped me inside out. I’m a different person. I shudder. Excitement climbs up my spine.
Quinten opens the shower door. “Come on.” He steps inside and holds the door open for me to follow. It’s large enough for both of us, but not so big that we can avoid brushing against one another. And that apparently doesn’t matter because Quinten doesn’t even try to avoid touching me.
He angles me under the spray for a moment and then guides me out of it. When he picks up the bar of soap and begins washing my chest, I sway a bit to one side, lightheaded.
“Set your hands on the wall, babe.”
I gasp at the endearment, and my mind is still reeling from it as he turns me to face the tile and lifts my hands to flatten them against the smooth surface at about shoulder level.
He proceeds to wash my back and then my arms before reaching around to run his soaping hands over my chest. He spends far more time than necessary stroking my nipples until they are stiff peaks.
I shift my weight back and forth as he drops low and starts washing my feet and then up my legs. When his hands land on my buttocks, I sway forward, fighting a moan. It feels so good having him wash me. Nothing like when Josie does it with her soft touches and small hands. Quinten’s hands are two times larger, rougher, more definitive in their touch.
By the time he slides his hands around to the front of my thighs, my cock is dripping with precome and so hard I’m gritting my teeth. He flattens his chest to my back, his own cock lodging between my cheeks.
His approach to my erection is slow and painstaking. I’m going to explode. He finally brings both palms to my dick and runs them up and down the length without enough pressure to ease my discomfort. He’s teasing me, and I’m getting impatient.
Finally, he circles my cock in one hand and grips it, his lips coming to my ear. “You’re so hard, babe. You’ve been this way for hours. I bet you’ve needed release since before you even arrived tonight.”
I moan, bucking in his hand, thrusting my hips back and forth so that his cock drags up and down my butt crack. Though I’ve been with three men before, none have been inside me. I also haven’t been inside a man. All of my experience involves handjobs and blow jobs.
Quinten is teasing me, tempting me. I wonder if I should tell him I have no experience with the back door, but I can’t form words because his hand is running up and down my length faster now.
He steps slightly to my side, setting one leg in front of mine, the other situated between my spread feet. As he continues to stroke my cock, his other hand comes to my butt and grips my cheek.
I let my head fall back as I clench my cheeks. “Quinten…” I’m not even sure what I intend to say.
“Shhh. Babe, I’ve got you. Let me make you feel good.” His thumb trails down between my butt cheeks though he isn’t quite able to reach my puckered hole because I’m gripping them together.
When he gives my dick a tight squeeze at the base, my knees almost give out and I forget about my butt. He takes the opportunity to slide his thumb against my tight hole.
I cry out, rising onto my toes, head still tipped back.
“Let me in, babe. Just my thumb. I want you to come with my thumb in your tight ass.”
I’m gasping for air as I drop to my flat feet and lean my forehead against the tile. My fingers are digging into the wall as if they could grip and hold on.
As Quinten’s hand slides over my cockhead and back down to the base, he presses his thumb against my tight hole. The dueling sensations are intoxicating, and I’m shaking.
“That’s it, babe. Relax for me. I’m going to make you feel so good.”
I’m soothed by his words, and I finally release the tight squeeze of my hole enough for him to breach the entrance. The stretch shocks me, but not in a bad way.
I hold my breath, trying to focus but unable to. My dick swells larger as his thumb dips deeper. And then he presses against my prostate and I’m done for. Come juts from my dick in long threads, forcefully streaming against the wall as I let myself fully experience this first breach of my forbidden hole.
Chapter 12
Master Quinten
I’m lying in bed staring at the ceiling. There is no way I can fall asleep yet. I need to process everything that happened this evening. Besides Josie beautifully accepting the side of her that is little, I’m bowled over by how Grayson reacted to me.
I’ve thought of the man more than a few times in the last year. Even after he turned me down, I was still drawn to him. I’ve watched him perform too. He’s mesmerizing when he works with ropes. His shibari is beautiful. Some of the best work at the club.
I have no idea why I’ve had such an obsession with dominating him, but his denial a year ago only fueled my desire. And now… Jesus. I’ll never forget the shower we just shared. His gorgeous submission to me. Why can’t he see how much he craves that side of himself? The man can be both an amazing Dom while also craving the firm touch and command of another.
My cock is still stiff. The one orgasm wasn’t enough. I’m panting as I close my eyes and let snapshots of the evening flash through my mind. Jo
sie’s adorable body lying across my lap. The moans she made when I spanked her sweet bottom and then fingered her.
I squeeze my eyes tighter as my mind switches to Grayson and the way his fingers gripped the tile wall as I palmed his cock. The way he rose onto his toes when I entered his ass with my thumb. The flush on his face when I suggested he submit to me.
Fuck.
I didn’t go into this weekend with expectations. Hopes, yes. But in none of my imaginings did Grayson let me shower with him, fuck his tight ass with my thumb, and come in my hand on the first night.
By the time he was spent, my cock was so hard that I couldn’t even wait to finish the shower before getting the release I craved.
Grayson was still gasping when I took myself in hand, and when he turned to me and reached out, I swatted his fingers away and pointed at the tile bench. “Sit, babe. Just watch.”
I flattened my free hand on the wall beside his head and masturbated fast and furiously inches from his face. It only took a few moments for my orgasm to consume me, and I let my semen jet against Grayson’s chest.
To the man’s credit, he didn’t even flinch, and when I was spent, he backed me up so that the spray of water ran between us, rinsing away the evidence of our encounter.
Without a word, I finally grabbed the soap, rewashed Grayson’s chest, and then bathed myself. I helped him out of the shower and then grabbed a large towel to pat him dry just as I’d done for Josie.
It shocked me that he let me, but I think it shocked him more. He was on overload, so I led him to his bed, pulled back the covers, and tucked him in, completely naked.
I left the room wrapped in a towel as I turned off the lights.
It was for the best. I know I overwhelmed him. I’m hoping now it wasn’t more than he could handle. My damn dick is hard again, but I’m ignoring it.
This weekend was supposed to be about helping Josie and Grayson figure things out between each other. Instead, it has turned into me servicing both of them. Besides the fact that I never should have let myself get so carried away, it’s painfully obvious they would benefit from having a third. Someone who could take care of both their needs. A strong Dom.
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