But by then Parker was thrusting his tongue into his mouth like he was fucking it, and he had to pull away to bite at those tempting lips and reassert his dominance.
Hands grabbed at shoulders, arms, and hips in a tangle of caresses and violence.
Parker bit his lip and he felt it all the way down in his cock. Which, by the way, Parker was grinding hard against. What was that in his pants? It sure felt good grinding against him.
He wanted Parker to be as hard as he was. He thrust his knee between Parker’s legs, trying to rub at a lower angle. He sure as hell hoped he was doing this right, because he wanted Parker at his mercy.
Only Parker was clawing into his shoulders and claiming his mouth, and in about thirty seconds they were going to be naked and fucking on the floor.
He shoved Parker away from him. He was panting, feeling unsteady and disoriented, and there was Parker, as cool as a cucumber, smirking at him.
He looked at him in incomprehension. Had that all really just happened? What was supposed to happen now? Ben didn’t like being out of control, and this situation was just a whole pile of confusing.
Parker winked at him and turned to Dakota. Oh, right, Dakota. The beautiful brat who’d started all of this.
Dakota made a show of fanning their face. “Oh, that was too hot. You guys don’t need me at all.”
“Oh, you’re not getting away that easily, brat.” Parker was all confidence and snark. “We have one more game to play.”
Dakota’s returning grin was as sexy as sin.
Chapter 5
Dakota
Dakota let out a relieved breath. They actually had been worried that Ben and Parker wouldn’t want them once they’d kissed each other. With the way those two postured and bickered one moment and then finished each other’s sentences the next, they’d been like a powder keg waiting for a match.
Dakota wanted to be right in the middle of the explosion.
And it would definitely be an explosion. The two hadn’t made any secret of their preferences.
Dakota was already getting a sense of each man. Ben was a bit more reserved, exerting his dominance with a well-planned hot glare and a firm hand.
Parker was spontaneous and ready to take a risk. When he’d pinned Dakota’s hands behind their back, right in the middle of the bar, they thought they were going to come. Once one of their men told them to, of course.
Now they just wanted to get back to someone’s room as quickly as possible.
“Alright, last game.” They threw a triple 20, triple 19, and triple 18, their preferred approach over trying to get two darts into the same tiny square. “One hundred thirty,” they announced their remaining points, all business.
“What the fuck?” asked Parker. “Did you see that? That’s like…”
“One hundred seventy one points,” Dakota put in helpfully. “Lucky throw?”
Both men glared at them, assessing. They worried for a moment that they’d judged this all wrong. God help them if they’d screwed this up.
Ben went, getting a respectable triple on an 18. Parker went, scoring a bulls-eye, which was often his preference. It had a bit of a go-big-or-go-home feeling that seemed to be Parker’s style.
Dakota did the automatic calculations in their head. There were only so many combinations that could get you from 130 to 0 in a single round, and any serious dart player would have them memorized. T20, T18, D8 was the most popular. If you missed and got a single on the 20, you could still take the last 110 with a triple 20 and a double bull on the way out.
They aimed carefully. Triple 20. Come on, baby. There it was. Triple 18.
At this point, it was too late for any subtlety. They might as well go out with a bang.
They felt heat behind them but didn’t look back. Someone was leaning toward their ear, his breath teasing and exciting them. That little breath shook them down to their toes. It had to be Parker, the impulsive one, giving them a taste of their own medicine.
They sucked in a breath. Focus, focus, focus. They threw. Double eight.
Two rounds and the game was over.
They turned around and looked up into Ben’s stern glare. “You’re a professional, aren’t you.”
God, that controlled anger just turned them inside out. “Well, not a professional, really. I mean, I played in some competitions…”
“But you still tricked us.” Ben stepped forward, and Dakota automatically stepped back, pulse racing and panties wet.
Parker crowded in beside Ben, advancing another step. Dakota’s back hit the wall, inches from the dart board. The heat of the two men burned through their clothing.
“Well,” Parker growled, “what do you have to say for yourself?”
Dakota sucked in their breath. This was their moment. Hopefully. “Sirs, I’ve been very naughty.”
The air hung silently for one beat. Two. Three. Dakota looked between the two men, hoping for confirmation. Hell, they would take any response, right now.
It was Parker who spoke first, his eyes dark and stormy. “You certainly have. And what happens to brats like you?”
Oh, thank god. “They should be punished, sir?”
Ben’s response was almost a growl. “Was that a question, brat?”
“Er, no, sir. Brats like me should be punished.”
“Yes, they should,” Parker confirmed. “Come, brat.”
The walk out to the parking lot was silent and tense with possibility. Parker led the way without a single glance backward.
Ben took up the rear, like he was guarding against Dakota’s escape. When Dakota slowed at the door, he crowded against them, his muscular body making them feel small.
They were in heaven.
Ben and Parker seemed to know each other well enough that they needed no discussion to plan the evening. Parker stopped in front of a shiny, black car that even Dakota, who was oblivious to vehicles, could tell was expensive, sexy, and fast.
But it was Ben who beeped it open and swung himself into the driver’s seat, while Parker crowded Dakota into the back. This was every fantasy come true.
In the car, Dakota had leaned toward Parker, hoping to get things started a little sooner. But Ben just glared at them from the rearview mirror and said, “Settle, brat.”
Dakota put on their seat belt. They didn’t want to actually be bad. Well, not that bad.
The anticipation was killing them.
No one spoke as Ben drove through the unfamiliar streets. It looked like Ben and Parker were both doing some deep thinking, which matched their guess that they hadn’t hooked up with each other before.
But the silence was starting to make Dakota nervous.
What did they really know about these guys? Where were they going? They were clearly still downtown, but Dakota was too new to the city to have any idea of where they’d gone.
What if they actually were upset about their little trick, and not just pretending? It wasn’t like there’d been any money involved, but it must have been humiliating. And misleading someone was a shitty way to introduce yourself. Were they in over their head?
Even if all of them were mostly on the same page, they hadn’t talked about boundaries or safe words or anything. Should they bring it up? Of course they should. But it wasn’t easy to be the first one. Dakota felt their confidence start to shatter.
Then, they felt Parker’s soft fingers brushing their hair around the curve of their ear. “We’ve got you, pet. This is only good for us if it’s good for you.”
Dakota sighed in relief. “Thank you,” they whispered.
Ben spoke up from the front seat. “You should never need to thank a Dom for making sure that you’re OK. That was our fault for not communicating more.”
“It was kinda hot the way that we just walked out of there, though.”
That brought a smile to both men’s faces.
“Get your phone out, pet, and text a friend so that someone knows where you are.”
“Oh, righ
t.” Dakota dug out their phone.
Parker dictated both of their first and last names and then Parker gave an address.
“That’s Ben’s house?”
“Nope,” answered Parker. “It’s mine. Ben lives way out in the ‘burbs.”
That seemed to be an ongoing point of contention between them, since Ben rolled his eyes.
“So, you just decided to drive to Parker’s house and knew that he’d be OK with it? Do you guys do this all the time?”
They both shook their heads. “You’re the first and only, pet,” Parker said softly.
Wow. Like, really. Wow.
They pulled up to a sleek condo and Ben calmly entered a security code, slid into the garage, and parked in a numbered spot.
“Um, you’ve seriously never done this before?”
Parker grinned. “My car’s still at the bar, so he knew the spot would be open. We hang out a lot, we’ve just never, uh, picked someone up together.”
It was nice to see that Parker was a bit nervous, too. It really did sound like this was the first time that either of them had put this thing between them into words. Or actions.
It felt beautiful and special, but also very fragile.
Dakota hoped that they didn’t fuck this up for the two of them. They clearly had a history that extended back years before tonight. Even if Dakota wasn’t in their future, they didn’t want to break that bond.
They walked into the elevator together and Dakota was mostly playing it calm until Ben leaned down to whisper into their ear. “Don’t think that we forgot about that punishment, brat.”
Then he straightened back up like he hadn’t said a thing.
Dakota needed a minute to get their breath back. Whatever was coming, they wanted it with all their being.
“Oh, I didn’t forget.” They gave an extra little shimmy as they exited the elevator first. If Ben and Parker wanted a brat, they were going to get one.
Dakota floated down the hallway, taking in numbered doors and abstract art without really seeing any of it. The moment that Parker closed the apartment door, Ben had Dakota backed against the wall. They let themselves get lost in a storm of strong arms and deep, demanding kisses.
Then, somehow, there was another muscular heat against their back, another set of lips sucking and biting a mark into their neck, another pair of hands tearing at their clothes.
Dakota raised their arms to touch anyone, anywhere. To cling to someone as their knees gave out. But just as quickly, Ben pulled their arms back to their sides. “Don’t move,” he murmured.
Dakota shook all over. They were putting themselves at the mercy of these two men that they barely knew, and nothing could be more perfect.
Their clothing came off too quickly and too slowly. Parker pulled off their jacket. Ben knelt to remove their strappy sandals and luxuriously kiss up their legs while removing their pantyhose. Parker reached around their torso to unbutton their shirt, his other hand teasing their nipple.
And all the while, they were held tightly, four hands and two mouths on them, groping, biting, and kissing. It was heaven.
They were ready to be on their knees, naked and exposed, but they were also a bit worried about how the two men would react to what was between their legs.
This wasn’t exactly a quickie in a back room where they could just bend over, mumble “fuck my ass,” and leave it at that. And at their old club, everyone had already known.
Someone slipped a finger seductively into the band of their red panties, the last scrap of clothing.
“Wait,” they murmured. Then louder. “Wait.”
Both men’s hands stilled, and the finger withdrew from their panties. The errant hand moved to hold them supportively at their hip.
“I, um...” They turned and stepped back a bit so that they could face the Doms. Both men let go without hesitation. That was good.
Parker and Ben were both still fully clothed while Dakota was nearly naked, and that was hot as fuck.
It was also intimidating. If there was a problem, they’d be at a disadvantage and wouldn’t be able to leave quickly or elegantly.
“I’m intersex,” they blurted out. “So, I’m not really…”
They hated saying that they weren’t really a man or a woman. It was true, but it didn’t go very far in explaining how they actually felt, which was more of a combination of the best of both genders and something else beside.
“My body might not look like you’re expecting,” they hedged. They hated this part.
Fortunately, Ben came to the rescue. “You mentioned that earlier. I assume you mean that your body isn’t entirely male or female on a traditional binary?”
The wording was a bit clumsy, but the term binary made it sound like Ben had been around his share of trans and genderqueer folks. Thank goodness. But what would Parker think?
Dakota pressed on. “Yeah, I kind of have… like, I have a vagina.” The word sounded so weird and clinical. But cunt would sound weird in this conversation, too.
“But, it’s um, not very deep because it’s not connected to any other reproductive organs. So, I can’t, um, well, it doesn’t work as well for penetration, um, very deeply. And I kind of have a penis, too.”
So weird, so weird. They were fine with their body when they looked in the mirror, but talking about it with strangers was excruciating. “It’s just not normally shaped. So, I mean, if that kind of grosses you out you can, um, just pay attention to my ass?”
They’d meant to make it a statement, but it came out as a question. Dammit.
Parker folded them into his arms. He kissed lightly up their jaw to their ear. “We may have more in common than you expected.”
He continued the feather light kisses down their chest, then circled one nipple with his tongue. He cupped their swell of breast with one hand and switched to rubbing the flat disk with his thumb.
So, apparently that wasn’t going to be a problem. But… “What did you mean that we have something in common?”
Parker grinned. “I’m trans.” He waited a beat, then added a sardonic “surprise!”
“Wait, really?” Dakota looked between Ben and Parker. Apparently, they were the only one surprised by this revelation.
Ben gave a solemn, approving nod. He knew and he was cool with it, which made Dakota feel better, too.
“Yeah,” Parker confirmed with a shrug. “I’ve been on T for, like, a decade so I kinda forget to mention it sometimes. I figured you’d be cool with it.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m cool with it.”
“The way I see it, I can always win the contest for having the biggest dick.”
Ben rolled his eyes.
Parker leaned in closer. “Or maybe find the dick that’s exactly the right size for that hot little cunt of yours.”
Dakota shivered. Yeah, that sounded really good. It was hard to get lost in the moment when they and their partner were both worried about pushing too hard. And Parker looked like he wanted to ream them. With the right sized strap on…
Ben eventually interrupted the moment. “Anything else you wanted to discuss? Maybe if Parker could stop mauling you for a minute...”
Parker only pulled back slightly, still holding them.
“Safe words?”
Ben’s gaze darkened. “What are they, brat?”
And now the game was back on. “Red for stop. Yellow to check in.”
“Any other interests or limits we should know about?”
“Bondage and impact play are a go. I’m not fragile. Don’t draw blood or leave marks that would be visible when I’m in scrubs. Not into watersports or humiliation. Otherwise,” they batted their eyes, “I live to serve.”
Oh-so-controlled Ben let out his breath in an audible gust. That was the weird sort of power to being a sub, knowing how you could affect your Dom. Or Doms.
“Living room. Now.” Ben’s voice was deep and steady. He tilted his head to indicate the direction.
Dakota walk
ed hesitantly from the foyer into what seemed to be the living room. The furniture was clean and modern without being severe or stuffy.
They stood uncertainly in the middle of the room. Their stomach was fluttery and tight in all the best ways.
“Turn,” Ben commanded.
They complied, swinging their hips and highlighting their ass with a little flounce. They felt deliciously objectified. Ben loomed a few feet away, while Parker lounged casually against the door frame.
“Strip. Let us see you,” Parker suggested, as though he were proposing an idea for dinner. It didn’t come anywhere close to a command, but it still made Dakota dizzy with want.
How did Parker manage to own everything that he saw without needing to lift a finger? It was like he used his calm disinterest as a tool.
Thinking about it helped distract Dakota from the actual meaning of the command. They pulled down their underwear, trying to be seductive.
Now was not the time to think about the little paunch on their belly or their atypical genitals. Their only job was to please their Doms. They just needed to get into the right headspace again.
“Very nice,” purred Ben. “Now, turn and face the table.” Dakota turned and took a few steps toward the coffee table, hoping they had it right. “On your knees. Now lean over. Hold the table legs. Good pet.”
Oh god. This, this, was what Dakota had been waiting for. They were completely exposed, spread out like an offering, and showing their willingness to submit to anything that was asked.
The wooden table was cool beneath their belly and cheek, and the table legs were thick and solid in their hands. The low carpet felt soft beneath them now, but they knew that their knees would still hurt if they stayed there for long enough.
They heard footsteps and willed themselves not to look around. The sharper taps, they realized, must be Ben’s smart, black dress shoes. The softer padding was Parker’s chucks.
He was fairly certain that they were both standing over the coffee table now. Were they planning something together? Just watching? The anticipation was delicious.
A single finger ran down their spine. “I recall that you tricked us today. Isn’t that right?” Parker sounded like he was almost musing to himself.
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