Double Dom Fantasies

by Cassidy Browning

  Allie’s face softened. “I think that’s up to you,” she said gently. “The guys have been talking about joining the community in Oakland, and I know they’d like you to consider moving there, since you’re in transition anyway. They’ve made that pretty clear. So talk to me. What is it that has you so scared?”

  Sami put down the chain-mail top, realizing that her hands were shaking. She couldn’t deny that her main reaction to the presents was fear. Not anger or outrage or indignation—fear. Staring at the articles of clothing in front of her, she thought about what it meant that Crash and AJ had bought them for her, and what it would mean if she accepted them.

  “I’m not sure exactly,” she said finally, clenching her hands tightly together. “I think maybe I’m afraid of being taken advantage of again. When I saw AJ with Tammy—or the girl that I thought was Tammy—it convinced me that he’d just been using me to get over his last relationship. I don’t want to be a rebound or a fling or a means to an end.”

  Allie nodded. “I could promise you that they never thought of you as any of those things, but that wouldn’t mean a lot coming from me. You need to talk to them and see for yourself how they feel about you. Now that the misunderstandings have been cleared up, it’s time to decide if there’s anything between you that’s worth pursuing. Why would you give up two great guys like them without making sure there’s nothing there?”

  “What if there isn’t anything?”

  “Then you’ll be able to walk away with your head held high, knowing for sure that you made the right choice. If you leave now, you’ll always wonder. What’s the worst thing that could happen if you go talk to them? You might be embarrassed. But maybe you’ll find the best thing that’s ever happened to you. Isn’t that worth the risk of a little embarrassment?”

  Sami thought about it. “I guess so, but what if they just want the BDSM stuff? Would I have to be submissive?”

  “Not necessarily.” Allie sat back and gave her a thoughtful look. “That depends on you, too. Think about it this way. If the three of you want to be in a relationship, it’s everybody’s responsibility to decide how you’re going to relate to each other. You don’t have to do power exchange if you’re not into it. We do it because we like it, but there’s no rule that says you have to.”

  “What if they want to?”

  “Then you negotiate what parts you’re interested in and what you’re not. It’s not an all-or-nothing thing.”

  “Okay, that makes sense. But it raises a question that I need to ask you.” Sami felt her face going red. It might offend Allie, but she really needed to know. “If I were to be submissive, how would I—protect myself?”

  “From being taken advantage of?”

  Sami nodded.

  Allie’s face went very serious. “It’s a common misconception that submissives are weak, helpless people who can’t make decisions for themselves. The opposite of that is actually true. Strong people make the best submissives. Who would want to exchange power with someone who had none? You’ll never know how much control you have over yourself until you hand it over to someone else, even for a short amount of time. Becoming vulnerable gives you the ability to see things from a new perspective. It really shows you what’s important and what isn’t. People who can’t give up control had none to begin with.”

  “I don’t know if I could do that.” Sami’s words came out in a whisper. She felt completely cold, as if all of the blood had drained from her body.

  “That’s because you’ve never taken back your power.” Allie put a hand over hers on the table, leaning forward again. “For some reason you allowed someone to steal it. Am I right? It wasn’t an exchange or a combining of your power. Someone took it, didn’t they?”

  Sami nodded, staring at Allie as if she couldn’t move.

  “Then you need to take it back. No one is in control of your life but you. If you choose to submit to Crash and AJ, you’ll need to pay attention to their needs and make sure they pay attention to yours. If you’re not being treated well, it’s up to you to renegotiate things until everybody is satisfied. Being a submissive doesn’t mean being a doormat or a victim. It means being willing to take responsibility for yourself and your partners to work together to accomplish more than any of you could on your own.”

  Sami didn’t feel like crying anymore. Allie’s words seemed to open up something inside her, a perspective she hadn’t considered before. BDSM had seemed like role-playing, an erotic game that didn’t have any practical benefits. Now she saw the possibility of an intense, profound connection between partners, a binding together of wills and purpose that would make them into a team, a family.

  They could understand that. It was kind of like with football. Everyone combined forces to make a strong, cohesive unit. Together they could be so much more than they were individually.

  Her face must have given away what she was thinking. A smile grew on Allie’s face, but she seemed to be waiting for Sami to work through it on her own.

  “I think I’m starting to understand,” Sami said slowly. “It’s not a matter of giving up power so much as adding it to the collection.”

  “You’re getting it.” Allie nodded. “The erotic parts are a nice bonus, but it’s the connection that’s important. It doesn’t matter what part you play, as long as it’s right for you and everyone is working toward the same goal.”

  A light, airy feeling began to flow through Sami, as if she was beginning to reinflate. She hadn’t realized how flat she’d felt since finding out about Ron’s fraudulent business practices. An image rose in front of her eyes. Her on her knees in front of Crash and AJ, offering them her body and her efforts. Them reaching out and pulling her into a huddle, their own little partnership and family.

  If they would. She still wasn’t sure they’d gotten her the clothes to support her growing interest in them and the leather lifestyle, but she realized that she needed to find out—even if it was risky. The risk of being rejected seemed so tiny in comparison with the risk of losing everything that she was beginning to crave. “So what do I do now?”

  Allie smiled, pushing the clothes closer to her. “That’s up to you. One idea might be showing them that you accept their presents.”

  Chapter 23

  “Dude, it wasn’t me that chased her off.” Crash sat on AJ’s bed, his head in his hands, feeling as if the whole world had come crashing down around him.

  “Well, I didn’t see you doing anything to bring her back.” AJ stood by the window, but since he hadn’t bothered to move aside the curtain, Crash didn’t think he was actually looking out.

  He thought about their conversation with Carly at breakfast. “She knows the truth now, but she’s embarrassed. Give her a little time,” Carly had said, but she hadn’t looked hopeful. “She’s trying to figure out what she wants. I don’t think she’ll leave the area right away.”

  AJ’s voice brought him back to the present. “I got an e-mail from Tammy today.”

  “Yeah? What did she have to say?” Crash looked up, but he didn’t have the energy to express his views on the topic of Tammy. It just didn’t seem to matter anymore.

  “Same as last time. ‘Go to hell.’ I don’t know why I ever expected anything else.” The anger had gone from AJ’s voice. So had the vitality. He sounded as tired as Crash felt. “It’s not important. I wouldn’t have gone back to her anyway. Not after Buffy.”

  There didn’t seem to be anything to say after that, so they both lapsed into silence. Crash debated suggesting that they just pack up and go back to Oakland. Without Buffy there seemed to be no point in going to the dungeon play parties. Or doing much of anything else. He thought about being back in their apartment with a couple of extra-large pepperoni pizzas and a case of beer. Even that wasn’t as sweet a thought as it would have been two weeks ago. Maybe if he tried some of Allie’s vegetables on it. He had a vague thought that some people did put vegetables on pizza, although he’d never understood why before. Now it made
a little more sense.

  Holy crap. Did I just think that? What’s wrong with me?

  There was a soft, tentative knock at the door. They exchanged glances, and AJ moved to answer it. Crash watched, mildly curious, as the door opened, but from his viewpoint he couldn’t see what was on the other side.

  He did see AJ’s face change, and that was enough to get him to his feet. AJ’s mouth opened, but no words came out, just a kind of incoherent, stammering query. Crash joined him at the door and felt his own jaw drop as he gazed down at Buffy, kneeling in front of them, wearing a red chain-mail top and stretchy black skirt. One hand tugged nervously at the hem, and there was a slightly distracted frown on her face, but as she looked up at them, she seemed to forget her discomfort.

  “I wanted to talk to you guys.” Her voice was breathy, as if she’d run up the stairs in her bare feet. Maybe she had. Or maybe she was just nervous. Either way, it was cute as hell.

  “We wanted to talk to you, too.” AJ held out a hand, and she placed her small one inside it, allowing him to pull her to her feet and into the room.

  She stood there for a second, her face going through a range of emotions, as Crash suspected his was, too. Finally she said, “Allie says I should find out if there’s anything between us—all of us—before I make any irreversible decisions. Do you think—I mean, are you interested—I mean—”

  Crash reached for her. He took a half step as he pulled her to him, turning so that she came forward directly between him and AJ. She gasped a little, her head tilting back so she could stare at him.

  “Yes, I’d say there’s something between us,” he said, glancing up at AJ and then back at her. “You. That’s where we want you to stay.”

  AJ put his hands on her shoulders from behind. “The question is, where do you want to be?”

  Buffy closed her eyes, leaning her head back until it rested against AJ’s chest. Then she opened them, looking into Crash’s face. “I have been hurt and taken advantage of in the past. I told you about that. I never thought I would be able to explore my submissive side again without fear of being hurt again. So I built walls around my heart to protect myself. What I have learned this week from the classes and the people here and, even more importantly, from you two, has taught me that the barriers are not necessary. You are two of the most honorable men I have ever met.”

  “You don’t prefer Dennis?” Crash felt like an idiot asking. Dennis had assured them that nothing had happened between them, but he had to know that for himself.

  She shook her head vehemently. “I went there because he had a spare room and I couldn’t bear to face you guys after I’d been such a jerk,” she said. “But I was never interested in him, and he wasn’t interested in me. I think it actually might work out for him and Carly.”

  Crash stared at the floor, unsure how to respond. Then her hand was on his face, urging it back up so their eyes could meet. “It’s true,” she said softly. “I have spent most of the day thinking this through. Being around you two has helped me regain my self-respect and power.”

  “That’s wonderful, Buffy,” AJ said.

  “It is wonderful,” she agreed. “And I owe it all to you. You both loved me, even when I didn’t. I do now, and I have my own power back as well. I want to share that with you. They told us power exchange won’t work if you have nothing to give. I do, and I want it to be yours—both of yours. I want to be yours.” Her eyes filled with tears, and Crash’s throat tightened. His gaze met AJ’s, and an unspoken conversation went between them. He hadn’t dared to ask AJ if he regretted the night they had spent with Buffy, and it suddenly occurred to him to wonder. They’d been so sure they’d lost her. Maybe AJ had moved on? He always had girls after him, anyway. Maybe he’d decided that this poly thing was too much trouble—

  But the look in AJ’s eyes told him everything he needed to know. They were in this relationship together. It wouldn’t work without all three of them. AJ’s expression suggested that he’d been given his heart’s desire just when he’d lost all hope of it.

  Crash turned back to Buffy, feeling a smile take over his face. He forced himself to look stern, though. There was something he needed to say. “We want you to be ours, now and forever,” he told her, tilting her head up with one finger. “But we need to clear up a few things first.”

  “I know. I’m sorry I thought that was Tammy with you,” Sami began, turning to AJ with a pretty blush suffusing her face.

  He shook his head. “That wasn’t the problem. You didn’t think it was worth coming to talk to me. You assumed that I’d dump you and go running because Tammy snapped her fingers. That’s unacceptable.”

  She stared at him, her face going even redder. Crash let her panic for a minute before he reached out and touched her shoulder.

  “Relax. Don’t get so upset, and listen to what he’s saying,” he said in his gentlest voice. “He isn’t rejecting you. He’s just letting you know that there are going to be rules from now on. It’s not that we don’t think you’re capable of making your own decisions—”

  AJ cut in. “But obviously you need to be kept from jumping to these nasty conclusions.”

  “Among other things.” Crash nodded in approval. “There are other areas that I suspect you’re going to need our guidance in as well. For example, am I correct in assuming that you have issues with public nudity? Or more to the point, with your self-image?”

  Her eyes widened in alarm, and he chuckled, exchanging looks with AJ. “I thought so. You’re going to need to learn to deal with that. As my girlfriend and submissive, you’re going to be required to be naked a lot.”

  “At home and at the club,” AJ put in. He reached over to where a nipple was peeking through the rings in the chain-mail top. She gasped and wiggled as he touched it, and Crash shook his head.

  “Now, see. That’s what I’m talking about. If these are going to belong to us, we’ll need access to them at all times. This, too.”

  He pushed the short skirt up her thighs until a black lace panty became visible.

  “Oh, now that’s not acceptable, either.” AJ frowned at her. “You’re going to need to know that neither Crash nor I approve of panties.”

  “On principle. Unless they’re edible. I wonder if they come in nacho cheese flavor?” Crash looked into the distance, considering. “But that could get expensive. I think I’d rather eat this.” He took ahold of the panties on both sides and pulled them down and off, tossing them to the side.

  “Now that’s better. Shaved, too, just the way I like it.” AJ put a finger out and stroked her bare pussy, eliciting a moan from her. He pushed it in and smiled over at Crash. “Very wet, too.”

  “Fantastic. I was just thinking about a snack, and here comes delivery to our door. Very convenient.” Crash leaned over so he was looking directly into Buffy’s face, waiting until she opened her eyes and met his.

  “Do you understand, Buffy, that your body belongs to us and must be available at all times?”

  She nodded, but he raised his eyebrows at her. “Is that how you answer your Master?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “That’s better. You can, of course, call me Crash most of the time, or maybe even Lance if you insist on it. But when we’re in playtime, you will address us both as ‘Sir.’ Is that clear?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “You are going to be ours forever. We belong together, all of us, and you’re not going to get any more goofy ideas about us not wanting you.”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Outstanding. Now, as pretty as this top is, it’s going to be in the way of us getting to those gorgeous breasts of yours. If you’d like to be able to wear it again, I suggest you take it off now. I’m going to suck on this tit as an appetizer, and then I’m going to make a meal of your luscious pussy.”

  Her breath seemed to catch in her throat, but she obediently turned so that he could untie the top from the back. It came off easily after that, and AJ pulled the skirt down and
off her. Then Crash picked her up and strode to the bed, laying her gently down in the middle, where they could both access her.

  She glanced from one to the other, getting red again. “Shouldn’t you—I mean, I’m undressed—”

  “Yes, we will, eventually,” Crash said, standing back so he had a good view of her naked body, spread out for his pleasure. For their pleasure. “But I kind of like having you naked while we’re not. It’s very—What’s the word I’m looking for?” He turned to AJ, who was also staring at Buffy.

  “You, at a loss for words? That’s got to be a first. The word you were looking for is hot!” AJ laughed as he knelt beside Buffy, pushing two fingers into her cunt so that she gasped. Her legs opened wider.

  “It makes me feel very submissive,” she said in a whisper, so that Crash almost didn’t catch her words.

  “Yes, that’s it. That’s exactly the way you should feel.” He dropped down and attacked a nipple, pulling it into his mouth and biting down gently. With one hand, he pulled her thigh out so that her pussy was open and exposed, with AJ kneeling between her knees in order to finger-fuck her.

  He worked on her breasts with his mouth and fingers until he felt her stiffen and begin to shake. He bit again, a little harder, as she cried out and clutched at his hair. Her whole body convulsed, arching up off the bed before collapsing back.

  * * * *

  “That’s a good start.” Buffy heard Crash’s voice as if it came from another room as she slumped down on the bed, panting. She tried to open her mouth to thank them for the orgasm, maybe to ask them to take off their clothes, since she felt like she was on exhibit. But at the same time it was kind of a delicious feeling. She was on exhibit, offering herself to her men, her strong, giant protectors, and they were admiring her even as they took advantage of her exposed body.

  As she mused on that, she felt the bed moving and shifting. She opened her eyes to see AJ standing. He’d taken his pants off, but his shirt was still on, and his massive dick pointed at her, quivering a little. Buffy smiled, reaching out to stroke it, not believing her luck at having such beautiful men.