“What’s going on? What did you get, Thalia?” Maggie was up on her knees, looking between the three of them with wide blue eyes. Kalen leaned forward, his hand moving into Maggie’s wild, red curls. Her entire attitude shifted, her lips parting, a soft murmur slipping from her as he craned her head back. Kalen kissed her neck, but Thalia saw him pulling his own envelope out of his back pocket.
“Hush, blessing. Ye have a present too.” He was grinning at her when her eyes widened and she cheered, snagging the envelope from Kalen’s fingers as he released her hair. Maggie tore into it with an excited wiggle, and Thalia couldn’t imagine what hers said. Was Kalen asking her permission? Had she wanted something else? Her eyes trailed across the paper and then a blush crept up Maggie’s cheeks. She glanced at Thalia for a second before looking up at Kalen.
“Sir?” The note was in her lap, her fingers crinkling the edges.
“Up to ye, Maggie.” Kalen murmured, his broad shoulders angled forward as he leaned on his knees to be closer to her.
“What does yours say, Maggie?” Thalia sat up as Maggie’s blue eyes landed back on her. At first Maggie didn’t respond, then she moved until she was in front of Thalia, looking up at her from the floor. It was the most submissive she’d ever seen her, and Maggie was only looking at her.
“It says that, as long as yer okay with it, I can play with ye. And later, Kalen and James want to play with ye.” Maggie bit her lip and it drew Thalia’s attention to her mouth. Cupid’s bow lips, pale pink, her cheeks speckled with freckles and flushed in her nerves. It reminded her of how Maggie had approached Kalen after the cropping, asking permission to touch her, and he had refused her then. Thalia hadn’t been healed yet, she hadn’t passed Kalen’s program. The answer had been no, but now it was yes, and Thalia wanted to know what Maggie’s lips tasted like. She wanted to know what Julie had meant about it being different than kissing a guy, especially a Dom.
She opened her mouth to speak, but changed her mind. Words weren’t enough. Thalia reached forward and cupped Maggie’s face - and kissed her. Maggie let out a surprised sound, tense for only a moment before she softened against her mouth. Thalia had never been this bold, but she wanted to prove to Maggie, to prove to everyone in the room that she was no longer fragile. There was no ‘Handle with Care’ sign on her forehead anymore. She didn’t want any questions on her state of mind, she didn’t want any special treatment. Maggie leaned back and Thalia followed her forward off the couch. When she lay down, Thalia leaned over her, her knees landing on either side of Maggie’s hips, leaving Thalia straddling her. Maggie’s mouth opened to hers and the kiss deepened, a quiet moan slipping from them both as Maggie’s hands slid into Thalia’s hair. They held each other in the kiss, nipping lips, smiling at each other, before returning to it.
It went on and on, Maggie’s hands wandering down her sides to her hips, to her bare thighs. Thalia took the chance to kiss down Maggie’s throat and she arched under her. It was different in ways, but the same in others. People were people, and what felt good, felt good. But Maggie was soft in the ways James was hard, her moans were light and sweet. The bite of Maggie’s nails against the skin of her thigh as Thalia nipped her collarbone was sharper. Thalia moved her hand to Maggie’s breast, duplicating what she knew she liked with herself. Her thumb brushing over the hardening bud of her nipple through the fabric. When she squeezed gently Maggie pulled her mouth back to hers to kiss her again. Their breaths were shorter, excitement making their hearts race, her skin tingling with the anticipation of something new and different. Then Thalia felt a sharp grip in her hair that pulled her firmly up and back from Maggie. She let out a whimper as James tightened his grip slightly.
“Thalia... did I say you could kiss Maggie?” Cold, clear, Dom voice. James was leaned forward so that his mouth was brushing her ear. Heat pooled between her thighs because she knew he wasn’t upset with her, this was just about who was in control – and it was most definitely him.
“No, Master.” Thalia breathed, looking down at Maggie who was flushed and breathing hard as she watched James tug Thalia up by her hair.
“Correct. On the couch, Thalia.” James kept his hand in her hair as she sat back down between him and Kalen.
“Present, Maggie.” Kalen’s voice was loud even when he wasn’t trying, deep and commanding, and Maggie pushed herself up into a kneel, interlacing her fingers behind her head.
“Pet, am I to understand that with your little display you would like to play tonight?” James’ voice sent a shiver through her. She was a warm puddle, and from the way Maggie’s eyes were focused on the floor, her body taut with tension, Maggie was as well.
“Yes, Master, I would like to play tonight.” Thalia barely finished speaking before James was kissing her. It was reassurance, and heat, and promise.
“Maggie, what would ye like to do with Thalia?” Kalen’s voice boomed behind her and Thalia gasped against James’ lips before he pulled her tighter to him.
“May I taste her, sir?” At the request from Maggie, Thalia immediately shivered. She wanted to answer ‘yes’, but James’ mouth had hers busy and Maggie was asking her Dom.
“Strip first.” Kalen commanded, and James nipped Thalia’s lip as he pulled back to watch, moving his mouth to her ear with a grin.
“Happy Christmas, baby.” He whispered against her ear and she felt the smile on her lips, accompanied by the rapid beat of her heart as she watched Maggie undress. Still beautiful. All soft curves, the swell of her hips, her larger breasts as she took off the pale pink bra. After she slid the matching underwear down she dropped to her knees again, her thighs spread apart, and Thalia found herself staring. James nudged her. “Your turn, pet. Stand and strip.”
Thalia nodded and stood from the couch, realizing she was directly in front of Maggie as she pulled the dress over her head. Her bra came off next, and then Maggie’s hands were at the edge of her underwear, looking up at her for permission. Thalia dropped the bra to the side and nodded her head a little, and Maggie smiled so big that Thalia couldn’t help but giggle. The sharp spank as her ass was revealed made her gasp and she turned to see a grinning James.
“Couldn’t resist. Now sit back down, on the edge, Maggie wants her present.” James tugged her hand until she sat back down, and then his hand moved to her right thigh, lifting her leg until it draped over his.
“Going to be a good girl, lass? Maggie has been waiting for a long time.” Kalen’s voice rumbled to her left as he took her other leg and trapped it on the other side of his so she was spread wide in front of Maggie. Thalia could only manage a nod as she leaned back on her arms.
James pinched her thigh and Thalia yelped. “Answer him, Thalia.”
She looked at James first, his expression was smooth, unreadable, like he usually was in the middle of a session. It made her heart pound harder. Then she turned to look at Kalen, his tawny eyes sliding down her body before meeting her gaze. He was totally in control too. She licked her lips and made herself speak, “Yes, Master Kalen, I’ll be good.”
A smile tilted the edge of his mouth before he looked down at Maggie. “Maggie, ye can do what ye like with Thalia, but yer not allowed to touch yerself right now.”
“Thank ye, sir.” Maggie nodded, her hands releasing from behind her head to slide up the insides of Thalia’s thighs. Their eyes met, and Maggie just smiled as she lowered her mouth, her tongue sliding smoothly between Thalia’s lips, splitting her pussy with a warm, wet swipe. She ended the first long lick with a brush over her clit. Thalia couldn’t close her mouth, panting as Maggie returned to her, tugging Thalia to the very edge of the couch. Kalen and James balanced her, their hands on each of her thighs. A moan rose up out of her as Maggie focused attention on her clit, two fingers sliding easily into her soaked pussy. Soon, Thalia was rocking her hips against Maggie’s mouth – she was really, really good at this. One advantage to knowing what it felt like, apparently it meant you knew what you were doing.
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��Oh God...” Thalia mumbled and let her head drop back, her hands clenching in the cushions of the couch. James was watching her as she squirmed, the teasing licks of Maggie’s tongue making her whimper and moan in rising pleas.
“Do ye like it, Thalia?” Kalen’s voice was close to her ear, his fingers pressing firmly against the soft skin of her thigh. It made her moan louder, biting down on her lip as Maggie grazed her teeth over her clit before sucking it back into her mouth.
“Yes, Master Kalen, yes, very much!” She cried out as Maggie thrust a third finger inside her, her hips rolling, her breath coming faster as that incredible tension built inside her, rushing her towards an orgasm she wasn’t sure she was allowed. Maggie seemed to notice and redoubled her efforts, the strong draws against her clit, her fingers curving inside her until Thalia’s legs were shivering on the edge. “Please, may I come? Please?” Thalia wasn’t sure which Dom she was asking, she just wanted permission.
“Hold it back, we’re enjoying the view.” James had laughter in his voice, his hand returning to her hair to twist it and keep her from leaning forward.
“It’s a very pretty sight. Just wait.” Kalen was definitely chuckling under his breath.
They were asking the impossible. Thalia tried to push back from Maggie’s mouth, to get a moment of respite from the steady pulse of pleasure as Maggie drew on her clit, her fingers stretching and moving inside her to build her higher and higher. Kalen and James only tightened their grips on her thighs, keeping her firmly against Maggie’s talented tongue.
“I can’t! I can’t!” Thalia whimpered, her back arching, moans slipping between her lips as her thighs fought to close against their strength. Maggie could have held back, she could have eased up the incredible pressure on her clit, or slowed the thrusts of her fingers inside her – but she didn’t. An instant later and Thalia’s body locked up as her orgasm crashed over her, a crippling wave of pleasure making her cry out and strain against the hands holding her in position. Maggie’s tongue continued, more gently, coaxing every last ounce of pleasure out of her orgasm, until Thalia was whimpering and shivering.
“Stop, Maggie.” Kalen’s voice was low and rumbling, and Maggie leaned back. Her lips were swollen and her chin was wet, and she was grinning. She knew exactly what she’d done, and her own harsh breathing and bright flush spoke of how turned on she was, but she kept her hands flat on her thighs.
“I’m sorry, Ma-” Thalia started to apologize but James covered her mouth with his hand, silencing her. He shook his head slowly.
“Tsk, tsk, pet. Now you’ve earned a punishment.” His tone was wicked.
“That she has. Maggie, since ye were so good, would ye like to watch Thalia be punished?” Kalen stood up, reaching for Maggie to help her up from the floor. She nodded and Kalen kissed her hard, Maggie’s soft moan buzzing between them. Thalia blushed as she realized Kalen could taste her on Maggie’s lips. James stood and scooped Thalia off the couch suddenly, holding her against his chest with a smile. Kalen just leaned down and threw Maggie over his shoulder, which sent her into peals of laughter. His hand landed sharply on her ass. “Quiet, blessing, or I’ll gag ye for the rest of it.”
“Is that a promise?” Maggie taunted as he started for the stairs. Kalen’s laughing sigh spoke volumes of their relationship.
“If ye want to be gagged, keep it up, and I’ll also pick exactly what toys ye get to use while yer watching.” Kalen’s voice was back to deep and commanding, but Maggie’s soft moan showed that wasn’t exactly a threat.
“You okay?” James whispered against her hair as he followed Kalen up the stairs with her in his arms.
“Do you really have to ask? That was… amazing.” Thalia felt a shiver rush through her and James chuckled.
“That was part of Maggie’s present, yours is coming up, pet. After Kalen and I punish you for being so very disobedient.” James’ lips were on hers as they stepped into Kalen and Maggie’s personal playroom. It was the size of a large bedroom, a king-size bed dominating the middle of it. There were four, thick posts at the corners, and a series of chains hanging above it. Chairs lined the wall in front of the bed, some with restraints. Thalia was blatantly staring around the room as James let her down from his arms. Kalen flipped Maggie back to her feet in front of one of the chairs.
“Do ye plan on keeping up the attitude, blessing?” Kalen towered over Maggie. His broad shoulders and barrel chest making her look tiny as she stared up at him with a gleam in her eyes. Maggie was very feisty, but Kalen loved the challenge. They were happily married after eight years together, and the key to that was never being boring.
“I am yer sub to do with as ye wish, sir.” The words were right, but Maggie’s cocky little smile was anything but submissive.
“Oh... Maggie.” Kalen laughed, dropped into one of the chairs without arms and had Maggie across his lap in an instant. His hand came down hard and fast in a series of sharp spanks that had Maggie kicking and moaning and yelping. When he stopped, his hand rubbed over the hot, pink skin and Thalia found herself staring again. James moved behind her, his erection pressing against her back as he slid his fingers between her thighs. She was slippery from the orgasm downstairs, and her legs shook slightly as he moved his touch over her clit.
“Sir! Please?” Maggie cried out over Kalen’s lap, and Thalia could see his fingers working between her thighs. But he pulled back, and James did as well, leaving both subs whimpering.
“After all that? Yer lucky I’m still letting ye come while we play with Thalia, blessing.” Kalen was smiling as he let Maggie move to her knees on the floor. He stood and his heavy steps went to the cabinet against one wall. Inside were floggers, and crops, and drawers of god-knows-what. Kalen pulled open a few drawers before turning back to Maggie with a grin, his hands full. From where she was standing she could see a dark toned dildo that looked uncomfortably large, and a smaller blue one. Kalen set all of it on one of the chairs, then walked over to a different chair and dragged it until it was centered to face the bed.
“Sir?” Maggie whimpered as Kalen affixed the dildos to the chair that had obviously been designed for it. The larger in front, the smaller a little behind. Then he handed a small bottle of lube to Maggie and crossed his arms.
“Ye can do it, no arguments. If ye want to come, this is how ye will do it.” Kalen’s voice was firm. Maggie’s mouth opened like she might try to argue but then she nodded, applying lubricant to both before she moved onto the seat on her knees. She straddled them controlling her descent while keeping her eyes on Kalen’s. Thalia couldn’t breathe as she watched her, and the rhythmic brush of James’ fingers over the small of her back was sending chills over her skin. Maggie took the top of the thick dildo in the front, a soft groan slipping from her. Then she reached back, more lubricant on her fingers as she prepared to take both dildos at once. Her soft whimpers as she eased down, breathing carefully as she stretched over the two invading toys, were incredibly hot to listen to. As she lowered, Maggie brought her legs forward one at a time and held her weight up by the arms of the chair to ease down the rest of the way. Finally, with a low groan, Maggie was seated on the chair. A sheen of sweat covered her, her hips rocking slightly while she panted and whimpered. Kalen knelt in front of her to attach cuffs to her ankles and lock her to the chair. “I’m leaving yer wrists free so ye can touch yerself if ye want to, Maggie. But ye lost the chance to go without the gag. Open.”
“But, Sir -” Maggie started, her eyes wide, but Kalen cupped her chin.
“Open.” Kalen commanded and she did. It wasn’t a large ball gag, but when it was between her teeth, she wouldn’t be able to speak. Kalen strapped it behind her head and then pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Ye are so beautiful, Maggie. I love ye.” His words were quiet, and Maggie’s murmur back was an obvious return of the affection. Thalia was sure Kalen spoke fluent gagged sub, anyway.
“Just remember, pet, everything that happens tonight, everyone is okay with. If you’re
not okay, just use your safe word, alright?” James whispered against her hair. He was always trying to watch out for her, to protect her. She could barely focus on him, her body so tense with watching Maggie and Kalen, having him pressed against her back.
“I promise that I’m perfectly fine, Master.” Thalia whispered back and his chuckle rumbled against her back.
“Then get your ass on the bed, on your knees in the middle. It’s time for your punishment.” James stepped back from her, pulling his shirt off in a smooth movement that had her very distracted. The deep V above his jeans made her salivate as he turned and walked to the cabinet so she could watch the muscles of his back move under his skin. She suddenly realized she was ignoring a command before a punishment. Not the smartest move.
Kalen was pulling his shirt off as well though and she couldn’t look away, the warmth of the room was comfortable for her since she was naked, but she was glad it meant they needed to lose some clothes. Kalen was heavily muscled, with a thick chest, strong arms, and broad shoulders. Like some ancient warrior. He glanced at her as he walked towards the cabinet again and she instantly climbed onto the bed.
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