What We're Meant to Be

by P Nelson

  Packing up the arrangements into boxes, Delaney picked one up and pushed the back door of the shop open. Using her foot, she could prop the door open with a stopper before walking to the back of the van painted with the florist’s logo on the side.

  “We need to talk, Delaney.” She nearly came out of her skin at the sound of Douchebag Rex’s voice behind her.

  “Are you trying to give me a heart attack, Rex?” she demanded as she fumbled with the arrangement. They settled back in the box, and she huffed out a sigh of relief. There was no time to put together new arrangements, and her boss would have her head if she screwed up this client’s order.

  “I wanted to see you, and you weren’t answering my calls and texts.” Rex’s petulant voice grated on her nerves. Funny how it never bothered her before tonight. “I went by your house today, and there were men there.”

  “We don’t have a contract anymore, Rex, and frankly I’ve got nothing to say to you.” She turned around and used the key fob in her pocket to unlock the van’s door. Rex came around her and pulled the back doors of the vehicle open. “Thanks.” Placing the box full of flowers inside the van, she turned and went back to the shop to grab more flowers.

  “I think we should discuss what happened last night.” Rex stubbornly followed her into the building. “You told me BDSM was all about open communication and working things out.”

  Grabbing another box of flowers, Delaney headed back outside. “You cancelled our scene and told me to go home. Then, you went to the club where we play with another girl.” She shoved the box inside the van. “The kink world is very small, Rex; I don’t understand why you didn’t think you’d get caught.” Hands on her hips, she stared at the man whom she thought could have been the perfect Dom for her. He was staring back at her, and it did nothing for her. Had Martin and Linkin been doing the same thing as Rex, she would be thinking of ways they could all naked in the back of the van.

  “You’re the only sub I’ve ever played with.” Rex ran a distracted hand through his dark brown hair. “I just wanted to know if the connection we had was real.” Delaney stared at him for a full minute, her mind completely blank. Whatever she thought Rex was going to say, it sure wasn’t that. Because on further reflection last night and this morning, Delaney wasn’t sure they even had a connection other than her wanting to be in a full time Dom/sub relationship, and Rex appeared to be the perfect candidate on the surface.

  “I don’t know if what we had was real.” Mostly the truth. “But I can’t submit to you now that you broke trust with me. It’s as simple as that. I’m sorry you didn’t come to me with your concerns, but the reality is we can’t be together now.” Rex looked like he was fighting an internal battle.

  “So, you’re just going to start fucking those two asshole Doms I saw you with last night?” Rex’s face twisted into a frown.

  “Master Linkin and Master Martin are both well-respected Doms in the community. You would do well to follow their example.” Delaney looked at the rest of the boxes she needed to pack up. “It’s none of your business who I sign contracts with anymore, just like you’re free to explore your dominance with other subs. Now I have to get the rest of these loaded up. See you around, Rex.” Delaney went back to work loading up the van. Rex watched her for a couple of minutes before he finally left.

  Heaving a sigh of relief as she got into the driver’s side of the van, Delaney stared out the windshield with unseeing eyes. Rex was not the Dom for her. Whether or not she could submit to Master Martin and Master Linkin and remain whole on the inside was another matter entirely.

  &

  Martin lay back in the big bed he shared with Linkin reading the morning news on his tablet, a cup of half-drunk coffee on the nightstand beside them. His lover had been up at the ass crack of dawn ordering his men as he used to order his troops to various projects Linkin’s security firm was responsible for in the city. He, on the other hand, had Saturday mornings free. It was one of the perks of being an accountant. He went to work Monday to Friday, clocked in at 9 a.m. and left by 5 p.m. Plenty of time in the evenings and weekends to indulge in his love of kink.

  His boyfriend couldn’t sit still. Linkin was always in motion, and Martin knew it was one of the things he most admired about the love of his life. Linkin had channelled his post-military experience into a successful security company, working night and day to be the best in the city. Now Linkin’s company was working with Banroch Industries and would be going global. Not bad for a kid who left high school with very few options.

  “You still in bed.” Linkin strode into the room, his low-slung jeans riding on his hips.

  “I’m surprised you’re not over at Delaney’s place right now supervising the boys putting in her new system.” Martin looked at his lover and smiled. Last night after they got home from Delaney’s house, they had fucked hard. The sexual tension between them ratcheted up to such a point neither of them could go another minute without releasing.

  “She is stubborn,” Linkin replied and prowled over to his side of the bed.

  “Still you managed to top her over the phone this morning.” Martin sat up in the bed and reached out to cup Linkin’s cock and balls through the jeans. Linkin stiffened in response. Martin was the only one who could touch him without permission. The exception was Delaney. Linkin had allowed her to wrap her arms around his neck as they all kissed last night. A fragile trust was growing between them.

  “She’s going to be a difficult sub.” Linkin pushed his hips forward and Martin smiled. “Suck my cock. I want to feel the head of my dick in the back of your throat.”

  “As my Master wishes.” Martin sat up fully and moved his legs to hang off the side of the bed.

  “If only you meant that.” Linkin’s pale gaze penetrated Martin’s soul as he looked up at his lover’s face. Without words, Martin roughly undid the front of Linkin’s jeans and roughly pushed them down to expose the full length of Linkin’s erection.

  “You wouldn’t love me as much as you do if I submitted.” Martin turned his attention to his lover’s cock and grabbed the base of his erection with a firm hand, giving Linkin a bite of pain. Linkin grunted in response. Swivelled his hips a few times to show he liked the harshness of Martin’s touch. Using his other hand, Martin roughly pulled on Linkin’s balls.

  “Fuck. You know just what I like.” A quick glance up and Martin was satisfied to see Linkin had let his head fall back. Looking back at his favourite cock in the world, Martin leaned forward and swiped the bead of pre-come from the slit. “Fuck, yes.” Linkin ground out as Martin used his tongue to lick up the shaft. He gave the glands at the top a few extra licks before ducking his head down and sucking Linkin’s balls into his mouth.

  Linkin’s body became rigid as Martin lavished attention on the two tight orbs in his mouth. Using his teeth to graze the sensitive flesh Linkin continued to growl above him, threading his big hands through Martin’s hair in a gesture of need. His fingers rough from working all day on sites, Martin released Linkin’s balls from his mouth one at a time. Let the saliva he had built up drip down. With a final lick, he turned his attention to the impossibly hard shaft of Linkin’s erection and didn’t hesitate before grabbing the stalk by the base again, and shoving the head to the back of his throat. He moaned when he felt Linkin’s hips jerk forward. Martin used his hand to brusquely work Linkin’s erection delighting in his lover’s response.

  “Fuck, do you know how much I want to feel your mouth wrapped around my cock while I eat Delaney’s sweet pussy?” Linkin’s voice was guttural, and Martin knew he was close to coming. Using his free hand, Martin coated two of his fingers with the saliva dripping down Linkin’s cock and balls. The thought of eating Delaney’s pussy together with Linkin had his cock jumping up in his boxers. She made him so fucking horny last night with one kiss, he almost broke the fundamental rule of being a Dom and ignored her wishes to have a contract in place before he fucked into her succulent body.

  Wrapping
his hand around Linkin’s ass, he gave it a squeeze before pressing two fingers into his puckered asshole. Linkin tried to pull his cock out of Martin’s mouth, but Martin was just as strong as his lover. He held on while Linkin fucked into his mouth hard, over-stimulated by Martin’s fingers pressing into his prostate, the sucking and tempo of Martin’s mouth on his dick reaching a crescendo he couldn’t ignore.

  Linkin shouted and growled like a feral animal as he lost the battle. Martin sucked down all the come erupting out of the head of his dick. Looking down he watched as his partner continued to suck and lick his dick, feeling Martin’s fingers slipping out of his ass. He continued to weave fingers through Martin’s dark hair until the other man released his cock.

  “You’re fucking gorgeous when you come.” Martin grinned up at him before reaching over to a drawer beside the table that held an assortment of wet wipes, sanitary products, and lots of very fun sex toys. They would have fun picking out brand new items to use on Delaney. He couldn’t wait to get a pair of clamps on her nipples, one for her little clit making it so sensitive she would scream at the slightest touch.

  “You, my sexy bitch, are thinking about Delaney.” Martin lay back down on the bed, his erection reaching up to his navel.

  “Jealous?” Linkin asked as he shucked off his jeans and left them on the floor. He grabbed a bottle of lube from the bedside table as he crawled in between Martin’s open legs.

  “Hardly.” Martin watched Linkin flip the bottle of lube open with half-lidded eyes. “I want to top her just as much as you. She practically lit us on fire last night with a kiss alone.” Linkin grinned as he thought of how they had fucked last night; trying to slake off the lust they had created. Grabbing Martin’s dick with one hand, he poured a generous amount of lube over the head, letting it drip over his lover’s swollen flesh.

  “That’s the first time I’ve seen you smile in a really long time.” Martin’s face was a mix of passion and anticipation as Linkin squatted over the man’s erect dick. He stared directly into Martin’s eyes as he pressed the head of the other man’s dick into his anus. The pressure felt good, as always as Martin gave a couple of short thrusts to help the process along. The feeling of the cock in his ass was starting to have an effect on his semi-hard erection.

  Linkin pressed down until Martin’s cock was fully inside of him and drank down Martin’s groan of pleasure. Martin reached out and pulled Linkin down for a hot kiss while the two of them fought for dominance. Neither one of them could assert their control over the other, but the struggle was what kept their relationship alive. Martin fucked into him from below as Linkin tried to take over the kiss. The result had them both panting and rolling over on the bed in a bid to control the other male. Hard hands grabbed and slapped at flesh, legs, and arms to pin each of them in turn before Martin started to fuck into Linkin in wild hard strokes, shouting out his name as he came in Linkin’s ass.

  They rolled apart, and Linkin stared up at the ceiling as Martin threw him a towel for the semen starting to leak out of his asshole.

  “You think Delaney can handle us on a long-term basis?” Martin asked between gasps of air. Linkin was winded himself from the physicality of their union. His dick primed for another orgasm. Unfortunately, he had things to do today and couldn’t stay in bed much longer. Besides, he wanted to reserve time for spending all day in bed when they had Delaney with them.

  “Yes, and I’m not going to hold back on her like I do with all the other subs we’ve taken. I’ve watched her over the years; she can take my brand of dominance. In fact, it’s what she’s been craving all this time she just hasn’t come to terms with the fact that she’s much more hardcore than her friends.” He finished cleaning himself up and sat up on the bed.

  “We should ease her in.” Martin appeared alarmed over Linkin’s hard-and-fast approach.

  “Delaney is far from a newbie sub.” Linkin picked up his jeans as he stood up. “She’s going to call us in a couple of hours and try to hammer out some pussy contract. You and I will hold firm on most of everything and give her a couple of meaningless wins to get her confidence up. Delaney is a sub who has spent way too much time secretly topping her Masters. She is up for a very rude awakening.”

  “What if she decides our brand of BDSM is not for her?” Martin asked as he climbed back into bed after washing up.

  “Then, she’ll use her safe word, and we’ll all go our separate ways.” Linkin did the front of his jeans up and went over to his dresser to pull a T-shirt out. “The fact is, however, that once she gets a taste of what true submission feels like, it will be like opening the best Christmas present in the ever. She’ll finally discover what it means to be a sub.” He was absolutely certain Delaney had never truly submitted. It was why she was such a brat. All the Doms she signed contracts with let her get away with everything because she was so fucking sexy they didn’t want to lose her.

  “What about us?” Martin asked, and Linkin recognised the curiosity in his lover’s voice.

  “She is going to change us,” Linkin replied and examined the statement in his head, dissecting and scrutinising it until he finally accepted the truth. Delaney was going to change them, but in a good way. Linkin realised he wanted this change. Looking over at a grinning Martin, he concluded his boyfriend wanted this change, too.

  Chapter Five

  A week of her contract negotiations with Master Martin and Master Linkin had made Delaney want to tear her hair out. There was all the usual stuff she crossed off her list like puppy play, anything to do with knives and blood as well as extreme humiliation. Cross off anything with even the hint of pee and faecal matter, and Delaney was normally a pretty happy sub. Unfortunately, she hadn’t counted on the men’s insistence on invading her mundane life. The kink world was one thing, but Delaney was not interested in having anyone interfere with her regular life.

  Not that Master Martin and Master Linkin were trying to run her life. More like they were inserting themselves into her everyday existence, and Delaney worried that when they all went their separate ways, she would have a hard time coping without them. Even as she won concessions from them, Delaney had a feeling they were playing a much deeper game with her, one where she didn’t know the rules or even what questions to ask to get the answers she needed.

  Putting the final touches on her makeup in her bathroom mirror, Delaney surveyed the woman who stared back at her. She had worked hard to gain her independence, made a successful career as a florist, and chose to submit to a Master. Glancing through her en suite door, Delaney eyed the open package on the bed. She had received gifts of fetware and toys from previous Masters, but the dress with matching thigh high stockings and come on over and fuck me right now red high heels were exquisite. One of her new Doms had amazing taste in ladies’ fashion, and Delaney would make a bet and say it was Master Martin. From the designer tags on the labels, she knew the new outfit must have cost a small fortune.

  Delaney had a couple of nice dresses in her closet, but her work at the florist didn’t require her to strut around in fancy clothes all day. Clean jeans, pants and shirts were perfectly fine underneath her apron. One of the reasons she loved going to kink clubs was to dress up and put on another skin for the night.

  Walking over to the bed, Delaney picked up the short black dress and slipped it on over her hips. The silk of the material and the fine boning in the corset-like top rubbed over her skin, and she felt deliciously decadent. Managing to get the zipper most of the way up, she padded over to her full-length mirror and surveyed her appearance. The dress was gorgeous matched with the black stockings, but it was so short, if she bent over, her ass and pussy would be on display.

  The instructions inside of the box specially reminded her of the no underwear part of her contract. Apparently, the drawer of lacy items in her dresser would not see much use while she played with Master Linkin and Master Martin. Biting her lip, she couldn’t consciously go out tonight knowing she might flash everyone. She had no i
dea where they were going. Be ready by 8 p.m. and wear the dress was all the note said. They had discussed a light scene for their night, and she could get her panties safely away before they started on their activities for the evening.

  Padding over to the dresser, she chose a discreet pair of lacy panties and slipped them on over the silk stockings. Satisfied that she was not going to give anyone a show, Delaney heard the doorbell ring. She grabbed the high heels and half ran to the door before slipping them on. Taking a moment to gather her unruly emotions. This was just a date. If she said her safe word or told them she didn’t want to continue at any time, Master Linkin and Master Martin were too strictly principled in their Dom practices to do anything else. Glancing over at the security panel, she punched in her code and pulled the door open.

  Master Martin and Master Linkin were standing on her doorstep, dressed in suits each without ties. Master Martin’s suit was black with pin stripes, the jacket showing off his lean torso and firm waist, the crisp cut of his white shirt making his skin glow. Master Linkin was wearing unrelieved black, the cut of his jacket made his shoulders appear impossibly wider, the black shirt promising all sorts of heady delights underneath. Yin and yang, dark and light. Where the hell did she fit into all of this?

  “I like a man in a suit.” It was true. There was something about a man dressed in a white shirt and a pair of blue jeans that she found sexy as hell, but a man in a well-fitting suit made her nipples hard. And there were two standing on her doorstep who looked as if they wanted to devour her whole.

  “Twenty smacks.” Master Linkin announced, his smile terrible if you were afraid of a little pain and torture. Delaney enjoyed both, and her stomach fluttered at the promise on his handsome face. “You’re late.” Delaney glanced at the security panel. She was two minutes late.