by Eileen Green
Tears fell and Carrie didn’t care. Happiness and love filled her for the first time in her life, and she was going to grab onto it with both hands. She was going to embrace it and ride it for all it was worth.
“Yes!” She couldn’t stop the squeal that erupted as she swung her arms wide and leaned over to hug them. Pulling them to her, she savored their warmth and love and mumbled into Gerard’s shoulder, “I love you both and want to be your woman.”
A moan escaped her as the pain enveloped her body. She had forgotten about her injuries. Both men helped her lay back against the pillows.
“There will be some rules that will need to be adhered to about actions and feelings,” Thomas admonished. “While you recuperate, we’ll have plenty of time to go over them, and what your punishments will be should you choose to ignore them.”
Gerard caressed her right hand carefully. “You’ll have plenty of time to address those issues, Sir. I’ll help where I can. But, for now, can we please take care of her and love her?”
“Of course, boy. She needs our help with all these bruises and such,” Thomas agreed as he pressed a hand to her cheek. “It hurts to see you like this, little one. I wish I could have taken all the hits for you.”
“And the bullet,” Gerard added. “I would gladly lay down my life for you, but I hope it never comes to that. I want to live a long happy life with you.”
“I want that, too,” she blubbered, her tears flowing freely now. They sure knew how to get to her.
* * * *
It felt as if fighter jets were dive bombing in Carrie’s stomach. Her nerves were on edge as she stood on the raised platform of the scene space Thomas had chosen for her punishment. Glancing around, she discovered that a lot of people had come to see Thomas’s new sub be disciplined which made her even more nervous. What if she did something wrong to dishonor Thomas, again?
Drawing in deep breaths, she tried to calm herself. She had seen other subs do that in the club over the past month. Since she wasn’t driving anymore, she spent at least three nights a week here while Thomas and Gerard worked. She hung out with Abigail and Tinker, along with Emma, Alex’s wife, who all helped with her education into the kinky world also. Clara, Shane’s girlfriend, didn’t come as often because of the stress of her job. She needed rest once she got home.
The subs would sit around and talk in one of the aftercare areas or in the food area. Discussions would range from the lifestyle to work, and from their men to shopping. Unfortunately, Carrie was at a loss for most of it since it had been years since she had been shopping. However, she was still attending class, and learning about BDSM was such an amazing subject.
Tonight, Carrie was wearing a cobalt-blue and black lace corset and a black thong. She felt exposed to the point she thought people were looking straight at her ass, or her breasts which were practically spilling out of the top of the corset.
Of course, they could be looking at the ugly bruise along her neck, shoulder, and arm that was dissipating but not all the way gone. Faded black and blue remained, but green and yellow had taken over quite a bit of the injured area. At least most of the pain was gone, and her other arm that had had a bullet hole in it was healing nicely. She would just have two nasty scars. Perhaps she could get a tattoo that would camouflage them.
Thomas, looking sexy in his black leather pants that seemed to be painted on him, was standing before her. In his hands, he held a length of cobalt-blue nylon rope to match her corset. He had made some loops already, but Carrie knew there was more to come. He had been practicing at home, showing her how wonderful it felt to be contained. She had found it relaxing although he had only applied it to her legs and feet. Tonight would be the first time he tied it up her arms since she was healing nicely.
Slowly and methodically, Thomas wound the rope around her wrists and forearms, careful to not lay it directly over her wounds. Occasionally, he would pause to make sure the rope wasn’t too tight.
Gerard stood to her side, drawing small circles on her shoulder with his fingers, offering his silent comfort and support. He wasn’t getting disciplined tonight as he hadn’t done anything wrong. It was all on Carrie.
* * * *
He couldn’t believe the woman before him was his. She wore the collar he had commissioned to be made. A thin band of white gold with a diamond in the center and two sapphires, one on each side of the clear stone, graced her slim neck, and her engagement ring held the same design. Her everyday collar was a necklace with a diamond and sapphires that hung at the hollow between her collar bones. It was tasteful without announcing she was in the lifestyle.
Blue veins marred her breasts that were nearly cascading from the bodice of the corset Thomas had made for her. He loved those thin blue lines that led down towards the dusky coral nipples that topped her tits when she was aroused. Both he and Gerard could feast on those breasts for hours, but more than anything, Thomas loved to have his nose and tongue buried in her cunt.
He was going to flog her, with the thin flogger she didn’t like because of the bite. Tonight was about discipline because she had run from them. Once he was finished with her punishment, they would pull the curtain on the scene space for privacy, and he and Gerard were going to take her together, to complete the bond that would make them a family without the markings of outside society.
Once Thomas had finished binding her arms, he walked her over to the center of the space and then hooked her hands on the large hook that hung from the ceiling. Carrie was relaxed, her eyes wide yet serene. Any time they wrapped her in their arms or anything else that would cocoon her, she would relax. She said it took the place of the arms that should have protected and cherished her as a child. It had saddened Thomas and Gerard when she had revealed her thoughts. They both promised to wrap her as much as possible to show their love and devotion to her.
Thomas walked around Carrie, letting his fingers trail along her breasts and then down her side until he reached her ass. She wore a butt plug they had worked up to in size in anticipation of tonight. On the end that peeked out from her ass cheeks was a sapphire stone.
He had probably gone overboard on Carrie’s wardrobe. He had bought her a new one to wear to work and out and about, but also with kink wear. She had matching corset outfits, along with mini skirts and dresses. He bought her shoes to wear in public. However, here in the club, she didn’t need shoes at all.
Gerard’s hand was still on her shoulder, silently staying close to their woman to help relieve some of her anxiety. When Thomas was directly behind Carrie, he palmed both her ass cheeks and leaned into her. With his mouth near her ear, he teased, “After your punishment, little one, I’m going to fuck this ass while Gerard is deep inside your pussy. Would you like that?”
Her head moved up and down slowly as he heard the hitch in her breath. A shiver ran through her body as she whispered, “Yes, Sir.”
“Are you relaxed, Carrie?” he asked, his voice projecting for the crowd behind them.
This was Thomas’s first disciplinarian display here at the club. Since he had mostly topped subs in the past, he never punished them. As the head dungeon monitor, what kind of example would he be setting if he didn’t follow through on Carrie’s discipline? He couldn’t set a bad example for the members, especially the subs.
“Try to keep your feet flat on the floor to keep yourself still,” Gerard contributed before he stepped over to the edge of the scene space.
“What is your safe word, little one?” Thomas inquired, not because he already knew them, but because he wanted the on duty DM to know he was following protocol.
“‘Red,’ Sir.” Carrie’s voice was loud and confident. “‘Red’ to stop. ‘Yellow’ to slow down.”
Thomas slid his hand across her ass again before he moved backward by about five feet. He flicked the leather flogger multiple times across his forearm to gauge how hard it hit. Once he was satisfied with his strength, he moved a foot closer.
“Carrie, what are you
being punished for?” he asked loudly.
“I didn’t trust you or Gerard enough to take care of me, Sir.” Her body shuddered as if remembering her error. “Also, I assumed something and then ran away which put myself in danger.”
“You are my responsibility, little one. I don’t like my subs in trouble. If it happens again, I won’t go as easy on you. Tonight, you have a count of twenty. Count for me.”
Tonight, Carrie remained in the corset she wore. It was her first scene at the club, and Thomas wanted her to get used to scening before she went almost naked there. He was proud of his sub and wanted to expose her to others, to see how beautiful she was.
His first strike landed where he had directed it. Carrie’s right shoulder. A moan sounded from her as pink streaks blossomed on her pale flesh. He loved the way her skin looked after a flogging, all pink and red and hot to the touch. The color would remain for hours.
“One, Sir.”
Another strike. Another count. One after the other occurred until the count of fifteen. Carrie’s count was slurred as her body began to sag. He knew she would go into subspace before they got to count of twenty. The question was, how long would she stay in it. The three of them wanted to come together as a full trio tonight, and Thomas hoped they didn’t have to wait long.
The last five strikes were done in silence as Carrie was too far under to count. Gerard moved to stand in front of her. He placed his hands on her waist and helped keep her from sagging further, to keep her full weight off her arms.
When he was finished, Thomas moved forward to help Gerard take down their woman. As both men spoke in whispers to Carrie, telling her how well she did and how beautiful she was, Thomas heard the curtain being pulled across the front of the space, providing them the privacy they desired. A mattress had already been brought in and set in the back corner of the area. Gerard swept Carrie up in his arms and carried her over to it. He moved over to the middle of the bed and laid her down gently.
A dreamy smile caressed Carrie’s lips, her eyes half-lidded. She was the epitome of a woman who had sunk into subspace. Her body remained still as if she was sleeping, but she wasn’t.
Thomas moved onto the bed and began to unhook her corset. Her luscious breasts spilled out of the tight garment, her large nipples puckered and hard. He licked his lips. Leaning over her, he captured one with his lips and teeth and pulled on it. Carrie moaned.
Gerard removed her thong and tossed it aside before he stood and shucked his leathers. Thomas watched him as he lathed and nipped at Carrie’s nipple. Now both his subs were naked, and he needed them.
With a nod at Gerard, Thomas gave the silent order for the man to come around and remove Thomas’s clothing. Thomas released the rock-hard fleshy nub and then whispered in Carrie’s ear, “Will be right back, little one.”
Her smile widened as her eyes became focused on his. She hadn’t stayed in subspace long.
He stood as patiently as possible and let Gerard strip him down. When he was finished, Thomas reached up and grasped Gerard’s face in both hands and pulled him forward. Thomas smashed his mouth on Gerard’s and thrust his tongue in when Gerard gasped at the action.
The two men shared their passion in a wild kiss, both fighting for supremacy even they both knew Thomas would win. Thomas reached down and grasped Gerard’s hard throbbing cock and fisted it a few times and then groaned with approval. Gerard moaned when Thomas pulled back and released him, but they had both discussed tonight beforehand. This was Carrie’s night, and they needed to make sure she was happy and fucked into exhaustion.
Turning back to the bed, Thomas found Carrie on her knees watching them. Hunger flashed in her eyes while her lips parted slightly. He could smell her desire, and when he glanced down at her cunt, he could see the slickness of her cream on her thighs. The flogging had warmed her up, and now, she was ready for them.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you two,” she said as she extended her hands to them. “But I am so happy that you are mine.”
Gerard moved and knelt on the bed beside her. He leaned forward and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close as they made love with their mouths. Thomas watched, his cock seemingly growing in length and width. He was blessed that he had both of them, considering he could have lost both of them to their foolishness. He hoped they both learned their lessons, but he had a feeling there would be more punishments in the future.
His two lovers, his two subs, ended their kiss and looked up at him for guidance. They had discussed that they would be able to instigate sex for the most part, except at the club. This was his show.
Preparations had already been made. Condoms and lube, along with wipes and towels, were set aside on a small table next to the bed. He intended to use them all.
Kneeling on the bed next to Carrie, Thomas grasped her nape and held her before lowering his lips to her. She opened to him and met his tongue, and they dueled as he laid her back on the bed. He draped himself over half her body and placed his free hand on her throat. Slowly, he slid it down her body, stopping briefly to tweak her nipples. Carrie squirmed and arched her back, offering her tits to him.
Thomas had other thoughts. Her moan of disappointment was caught in his mouth when he ran his hand further down her stomach, making circles on the soft swell there before he moved down to her pussy. She had spent the morning at the spa with Gerard, getting her cunt and legs waxed. Gerard had gotten his chest done so he didn’t have to sit there doing nothing while he kept an eye out for Carrie. Her cunt was so smooth and soft, and he loved it. He slid a finger into her slit and marveled at how wet she was.
* * * *
Needing to be touched everywhere, Carrie thrust her hips up, trying to get Thomas to touch her clit. He didn’t take the hint. Making circles around the precious pearl, he teased her. He was the boss, but she had gone without for so long because of her injuries, she was so needy.
Lips covered her right nipple while a hand wrapped around her other one. Gerard had waited until Thomas decided what he was going to do. They were deferring to their Dom tonight, and that was all right with Carrie.
Heat began to build within her, starting out in her core. This was what these two men did to her whenever they touched her, or even looked at her. She needed them in her life for they had taught her how to love and trust.
Her hands combed their way into each man’s hair, allowing her to hold them closer to her. When they both loved on her, sometimes she didn’t know what to do, but she could at least hold on to them.
Small bites of pain were occuring on her breasts as Gerard nipped with his teeth and pinched with his fingers. That pain shot straight to her cunt. Thomas finally stopped teasing her and was now applying pressure to her clit as he rubbed it.
Flickers of fire began there along with the familiar tingling. Thomas was still kissing her, his tongue playing with hers. He was absorbing her moans, but she needed to breathe. Finally, she ended the kiss and dragged in large amounts of air. He watched her intently, as if he wanted to memorize her face or her expressions.
She continued to hold his head close as she watched him. His fingers moved faster as sparks seemed to shoot out from her clit. Gerard released her nipple with a resounding pop and looked down at her also.
The sensations building within her had her climbing upwards towards the peak of completeness. Electricity coursed outward from her core, running along her nerves and her mental contentment. These two men made her happy, and it would only be them for the rest of her life.
Offering a smile, she declared, “I love you both so much. You have made me a new woman.”
“You have given me a reason to get up every morning, sugar,” Gerard said as he leaned over and kissed the corner of her mouth. “I love you so much, Carrie. And,” he said looking at Thomas, “I love you, too, Thomas. You are both my life.”
“I never believed I would find someone, let alone two lovers. I love you.” Thomas’s voice was low and h
usky. “Now, little one, come for me,” he ordered right before he kissed her again.
A few more circles around her clit and then Thomas applying more pressure had her pussy exploding into pleasurable pain. She careened off the orgasmic mountain letting her fly as she rode her climax to ecstasy.
Heat enveloped her entire body as the pulses of her orgasm coursed through her to all the far reaches of her body. She felt it in her fingers and her toes as her body went rigid. Her breathing seemed to stop as her heart pounded wildly in her chest. Blood pounded in her ears while black spots erupted behind her eyelids.
* * * *
Gerard watched as Carrie flew apart. He loved watching her come as much as he loved watching Thomas. Carrie’s body flushed completely with her fair skin coloring while a blissful look on her face made her look like an angel. His and Thomas’s angel.
Thomas pulled out of the kiss with Carrie and then leaned over and kissed Gerard with as much passion. Thomas treated them both equally, but Gerard would never be jealous if he spent more time with Carrie. Gerard was so grateful that he was loved by both, and he loved watching the two of them together.
When Thomas pulled out of the kiss with Gerard, they both looked down to see Carrie was still a bit loopy from her orgasm. Thomas gave a quick nod to Gerard. It was time for the two of them to take her as one.
Climbing between Carrie’s spread legs, Gerard readied himself. Thomas tore open the foil packet, and Gerard took out the latex covering. He rolled the condom onto his throbbing cock with shaky hands. It had been a long month not being able to make love to her, and he and Thomas had agreed to abstain also since it wouldn’t be fair to her if they fucked each other when she couldn’t participate. He lay over her and lined his dick up with her cunt opening.
He still couldn’t get used to how hot she was and how wet she had gotten with them. Her heat penetrated the thin layer of latex, sending tendrils of electrical currents to his balls. The moan escaped him before he could stop it, but he loved that feeling. “God, Thomas, she’s so fucking hot!” he exclaimed.
