What We're Meant to Be

by P Nelson

  “Turn around.” His voice was deep. A prickling sense of awareness and apprehension went through her body as she complied with his wishes. A large hand pressed against the nape of her neck making her body tremble. Master Martin slid his fingers down to the top of her back, and she felt him deliberately pull the zipper into place. Firm lips pressed against the bottom of her neck before Master Martin’s tongue glided up the back of her neck to her hairline. “Delicious. I can’t wait to taste all of you.” Delaney felt her pussy go soft and wet, ready for him to take her on her front doorstep with the door open for her entire neighbourhood to see.

  “Thank you for the dress, Masters,” Delaney whispered. She really wanted to invite them both inside to have their wicked way with her, but she had to remember she was dealing with a couple of real Doms tonight. In the power exchange, she would control when the scene ended, just not how it would unfold. The contract she made with them went over her soft and hard limits; all she needed to do was trust. If only they knew she needed their cocks inside of her real damn soon.

  “Master Linkin picked it out for you. He has excellent taste.” Master Martin stroked a hand down her side, his fingertips brushing against the side of her breast, resting on the curve of her hip. He rubbed up and down and few times and felt Delaney stiffen. He couldn’t hold in a chuckle. “You had better come inside and close the door, Master Linkin. It looks like this evening is going to take a detour. Someone has been very naughty.”

  Delaney’s breath was coming in short, sharp pants as he leaned forward and nuzzled her neck. He heard Linkin close the door behind them and reset the alarm at the door. All week he had felt frustrated as Delaney danced with them over the terms of the contract. Martin wanted nothing more than to skip dinner and lose himself in Delaney’s body, and now it looked as if all his Dom wishes were going to come true.

  “Let me explain, Master Martin.” Delaney’s voice sounded strained. Martin quickly lifted the black dress that moulded to her every curve to her waist and pulled her panties up on one side exposing a glorious round ass cheek. He slapped her three times hard enough to leave a handprint on the last smack. Delaney bucked, but he had to give her credit for not trying to move away.

  “No explanations for breaking the rules, naughty little sub.” Martin let the dress fall back down over her ass. “Naughty subs get punished.”

  “What’s your safe word, little sub?” Linkin had moved to stand in front of Delaney. He had already taken his suit jacket off, a clear indication they would not make their dinner reservation for the evening.

  “Deciduous.” Delaney craned her neck to look up at Linkin as Martin let his hands fall away from her body.

  “Good girl. We will use the stoplight system for the evening. Tell me the rules of red, yellow, and green,” Linkin demanded, and Martin saw the pure need in his lover’s face. There was something magic about Delaney that pushed them both to the edge. By the way she was responding to Linkin’s barked demands and his own firm control, Martin knew Delaney was falling into their world.

  “Green means continue. Yellow is slow down, I need to discuss my concerns, and Red is to stop the scene,” Delaney recited perfectly as if she were reading a book. Martin pressed his body against Delaney’s back and heard her breath hitch.

  “We’re going to punish you for breaking the rules, little sub. Use your safe word and know we’ll stop the scene and discuss your concerns. However, if you want to continue playing with us, your punishment will be waiting for you.” Martin nuzzled one side of her neck.

  “Yes, Masters, I understand.” Delaney’s voice was soft as Linkin pressed up against her front. The wonderful breasts he had been itching to fondle, taste, bite pressed against him. The material and boning of the corset dress he had chosen for her was too thick to reveal her pebbled nipples, but he would bet they were hard with need.

  “Come, little sub.” Linkin pulled away from her front and looked at Martin. Most of the time they needed few words between them when they entered a scene, their drive towards dominance so fine-tuned their minds acted as one. “Go into your bedroom, take off the heels, the dress, the panties and greet your Masters in slave pose.”

  “Yes, Master,” Delaney responded quickly and walked down the hall to her bedroom. Linkin watched her walk away, and his gut tightened.

  “She looks like every fantasy I’ve ever had about a sub. You picked the perfect dress.” Martin remarked as he followed her down the hall a moment later.

  “I’d like to have those shoes resting against my ears as I fuck her sweet pussy,” Linkin responded. He was disappointed that particular fantasy wouldn’t be playing tonight, but they had all the time in the world now that Delaney belonged to them. They walked in to find Delaney naked in exactly the position they asked. Kneeling on the ground, legs spread wide so they could see her shaved pussy, her hands clasped behind her back making her round, full breasts thrust out from her body.

  Linkin went over to a large mirror and moved it over to lie sideways on the dresser in front of the bed. It wasn’t the best setup, but he wanted Delaney to see them as she took her punishment. More than that, he wanted to watch the expression on her face as he laid his bare hands on her ass, helping her to fight for her submission. Martin had gone over to rest his hand on Delaney’s head before undoing the bun she had made to expose her neck to them. Her brown hair fell in soft curling waves around her shoulders, and Linkin’s hand itched to wrap the long mass around his fist and pull her lips to where he needed them.

  “Up, little sub. Get up on the bed on your hands and knees. Lay your chin down on your hands and raise that sweet ass up into the air. You’re going to take your licks like a good little sub,” Martin instructed.

  “Yes, Master.” Delaney fought for control over her body and her mind. It had been a long time, if ever that a Dom had taken proper control over her in a scene, and she was feeling more than a little intimidated. Standing up gracefully from her slave pose, Delaney kept her eyes on the floor in front of her as she walked over to the bed. Placing one knee on the mattress, she elegantly climbed onto the bed wearing nothing but the black stockings they had bought her.

  She placed one hand on top of the other as she faced her dresser. With her chin resting on her hands and her back arched up to expose her pussy and her ass to her Masters. Delaney felt decadent lust thread itself through her body. Nipples already hard, pussy wet with need, Delaney waited with a mixture of anticipation and dread as her new Masters moved around the room.

  Master Linkin had already taken off his shirt, and she flicked her gaze over to where Martin had shrugged out of his suit jacket. She had seen both men many times over the years half naked and had admired their bodies. Tonight was different, though because tonight all their sweet flesh and hard planes and decadent masculinity was hers to enjoy.

  “By my count you owe us one hundred and twenty smacks for your behaviour last week.” Martin walked up to one side of the bed and stared at her hard in the mirror. His normally warm, dark eyes had turned to flints of ice. Delaney held in the urge to gasp under his inspection.

  “And tonight, not only were you late, but you wore panties when your contract states you’re not allowed to wear panties while we top you.” Master Linkin was standing on the other side of the bed, one knee on the mattress. “Now in the interests of starting off as we want to go on, we cannot allow you to get away with breaking contract rules on the first night.”

  “However, we know you haven’t had any proper punishment for a long time.” Martin continued, and Delaney switched her gaze to take in the other man. He had also moved to rest one knee on the bed behind her. She wanted to protest his remark. Douchebag Rex had punished her. Maybe she had always been guiding his punishments, and they had never really brought her to full submission, but damn it, that was what she liked. Delaney knew she was lying to herself, though. The screaming lust Master Martin’s earlier quick smacks had almost brought Delaney to her knees begging for more.

 
“You don’t want to argue with us, sub.” Linkin’s hard voice reminded her of the present. “I think an even two hundred tonight.”

  “And you’re lucky.” Martin said as she felt his hand massage one of her ass cheeks, his fingers digging into her flesh, readying her for punishment. “We might like to share subs, but normally we like all our smacks for ourselves. Twenty smacks mean forty.” Delaney’s body went rigid. She had read that somewhere in the contract but hadn’t really paid attention. The fact was she was normally a pretty good sub. She certainly had never earned two hundred disciplinary smacks before, and the thought of taking four hundred made her thighs quiver.

  “There’s no need to count tonight, we want to see how far we can take you. What is your safe word, little sub.” Martin asked as Linkin’s hand bit into her flesh kneading her ass.

  “Deciduous.” She could get out before both hands left her flesh and Linkin’s flat palm came down on the fleshy part of her ass. There was no way to hold in the gasp of surprise as Martin and Linkin took turns raining blows down on her ass, exposed pussy, and the tops of her thighs. Her skin and flesh were screaming as she tried to breathe through the pain.

  In the mirror, Delaney could see the look of total concentration on Master Linkin’s face as he placed each blow precisely where he wanted. Sweat had broken out on his chest and jaw, making his skin glisten under the light. Master Martin’s expression held the same look of concentration, added to it was one of adoration every time he glanced in the mirror and saw her face. Delaney felt her body and heart begin to respond to him in a way that made her feel much more uncomfortable than her punishment ever could.

  “Good sub,” Linkin murmured as the spanking stopped. “You’re halfway through your punishment. Tears had already started to leak out of her eyes, and Delaney couldn’t keep the grunts and squeals from erupting. She wished her punishment were over. Martin leaned down and placed a kiss on one of her ass cheeks.

  “You’re taking your punishment so well, little sub.” His tongue began licking at her burning ass, and she sighed. Linkin said nothing as he climbed up on the bed behind her, leaned in and placed his face right in between the burning globes of her ass. She felt the flat of tongue lick strongly between her pliant pussy lips. She groaned. Before she could register anything but pure pleasure, Linkin lifted his face, and she watched through half-lidded eyes as he licked his lips.

  “I think you’re ready for the rest of your punishment.” He turned to look at his partner. “She’s ready for our cocks, Master Martin. Our little Delaney likes our brand of punishment.”

  Master Martin turned his head to stare at her in the mirror. He bent down over her back, and she felt the rough linen of his suit pants scratch across her abused skin. As he grabbed one of her breasts, Delaney couldn’t stop her body from arching into his hand. Martin punished her for moving without permission by squeezing her nipple until she started panting hard in an effort not to scream.

  “Good little sub. I wanted to make you come just by abusing these little beauties.” He gave one final tug on her nipple before sitting back up again. Master Martin nodded at his lover in the mirror, and Master Linkin’s hand came down in a punishing swat.

  The second half of her punishment was not as intense as the first in terms of how heavy her Masters’ hands came down on her flesh. It felt like they were taking their time to light up her ass with rapid staccato swats followed by long passes with only their fingers. The way in which they varied their technique made it impossible for Delaney to get a handle on where the next blow was coming from. Her mind started to drift away from the pain her flesh was experiencing, her thoughts flowing into a place of peace. By the end, her knees were shaking, and she was about to collapse on the bed. Her clit was throbbing in time with her erratic heartbeat, only needing a small measure of stimulation to send her over the edge.

  “You are so fucking beautiful, little sub,” Linkin growled as the spanking finished. He watched as Delaney valiantly fought to stay upright. If he was right, she had almost achieved subspace, finally letting her body and mind submit to the pain. He glanced at his lover, Martin’s colour was high, and he was staring at Delaney’s pussy like he wanted to crawl inside and never come back out again. Reaching a hand out, he pulled Martin in for a hard kiss. Out of the corner of his eye, Linkin watched as Delaney’s thighs clenched and heard her whimper in submission at the erotic display of his and Martin’s tongues tangling over her red ass. Martin pulled back, asserting his dominance.

  He couldn’t remember being this hot for even Martin in a long time. They shared an amazing bond as lovers, but Delaney was turning him into a fucking super Dom. Every nerve ending, every bit of his mental focus centred on the woman in front of him, and he wanted to see her true submission. Feeling her trust as she acquiesced to his base instincts, he watched as she did the same for Martin and bring the three of them to a new and forbidden place.

  “What should be your reward, little sub?” he asked in a silky tone. Delaney’s eyes widened as she contemplated. A wicked grin stole over her mouth as she gently lifted her chin from her hands to answer.

  “My Master’s tongue in my pussy.” Her voice was raw from all the grunting and yelping she had done during her punishment.

  “Beg for out tongues in your pussy.” Linkin slid his hand over her ass crack and started to play with her back hole. He watched as Martin grabbed an ass cheek and pulled it wide surveying his actions. Delaney was having a hard time controlling her thoughts and her body, and Linkin loved every moment she fought to do their bidding. As far as her contract stated, she had never been in a threesome. Either with a man or a woman, so tonight was a whole new experience of how decadent a mutual exchange of pleasure between three partners could be.

  “Please Master Linkin, put your tongue on my pussy. Make me come all over your face.” Delaney’s grin widened. “Master Martin, I want my pussy to squeeze your tongue so hard when I come, you won’t be able to get it out.” She lowered her lashes as she finished begging and Linkin’s cock, which had been hard when he first saw Delaney in the doorway this evening, strained in his pants.

  “I think she might actually want us,” Linkin said as he leaned down and spat on her asshole, rubbing the saliva into her back hole causing Delaney to whimper, her legs locking.

  “You might be right, Master Linkin. I think it’s time I finally had a taste of this little sub’s pussy.” Martin repositioned his body, until he was lying down on the bed, his face under Delaney’s trembling thighs. Linkin watched in fascination as Martin grabbed onto each of Delaney’s thighs and spread them wider. He positioned her pussy right above his face, before moving his hands up and between her legs and spreading her pussy lips. Linkin knew the exact moment his lover placed his tongue on Delaney’s core because she jumped in response.

  Linkin pressed his finger inside her asshole at the same time. The dual sensations causing Delaney to buck wildly between them, forcing Linkin to swat her ass hard.

  “Don’t move, little sub, or you don’t get your reward.” Linkin’s tone was harsh, but he was riding the edge of control and needed her to understand that disobeying the rules would only prolong the sexual torment.

  “Yes, Master. It just all feels so good,” she cried out as Martin began to suck on her pussy again, Linkin fucked into her ass with his finger before leaning down for a better view of Martin eating his fill. Needing to feel her soft lips against his own, Linkin joined Martin by laying his tongue down just below where he continued to fuck her ass and licked all the way down to her slit.

  He grunted at the taste of her and Martin’s tongue joined his as they growled in unison. They ate at her, forcing her to give over to the feelings they created, Martin added two fingers to her pussy and started to fuck into her quickly. Linkin could feel the other man’s digits in her ass and almost came as he thought about how it would feel to have their cocks sliding in and out of her back hole and pussy. How it would feel to really open her up and have both th
eir massive cocks rubbing together inside her pussy. Not sure how much more he could take before sinking into Delaney, she screamed. It was so loud and long, the noise reverberated off the walls and the ceiling. Other Doms would back off at this point, but Martin and Linkin liked to suck their subs dry, and they had extra incentive to unleash their full dominance on Delaney. She had to understand she belonged to them.

  Delaney screamed out. Her throat was raw as she dragged air into her lungs to scream again. Her words made no sense as her body locked into a euphoric state she had never experienced before. If Master Martin and Master Linkin hadn’t been holding her in position between the two of them, she would have collapsed, unable to hold her weight against the flood of physical sensations and emotional upheaval she was experiencing.

  They continued their ministrations to her pussy and her asshole as a second orgasm ripped through her body. Tangled emotions left her feeling bruised and shaken. Her body’s response to the pleasure they were heaping on her, forcing total submission. She had never done this before. Give over to a Dom, but they hadn’t given her a choice. Delaney sagged between them, and it was as if this was the signal to pull back. She felt one last lick from Linkin as he pulled his fingers out of her ass. Martin pressed a kiss to her swollen folds and removed his own fingers from her pussy.

  “You’ve done so well so far, little sub.” Martin shifted between Delaney’s thighs and she felt two sets of hands roll her over onto the bed.

  “You’re going to need a firmer hand.” Linkin pulled her head to the edge of the bed and Delaney looked up into his face. Her mouth tilted off the bed at the right angle for his dick. “In future, I’ll be carrying around a full kit bag. Just for you, little sub.” He started to undo the belt around his waist. She could hear Master Martin doing the same, but couldn’t see him.

  “Where are you, sub?” Master Martin’s voice echoed the sound of two pairs of suit pants hitting the floor. Master Linkin kicked his pants off and Delaney stared transfixed at his erect dick. It was fucking gorgeous and even though she felt more sated then she ever had in her life, she wanted that cock in her mouth. Her pussy. Her ass. Between her tits, coming on her chin. At this point, she just wanted to feel the silky skin and hardness all over her body.