What We're Meant to Be

by P Nelson

  “They get punished, Master.” Delaney tilted her head up, and Martin’s gut clenched, and the base of his spine shot lightning to his balls as he took in the look on her face. Pure, fucking seduction lined every one of her features. She wanted them to punish her, and she wanted them to know it.

  “On your feet, sub.” Martin’s voice was gravelly as he tried to get control of his hormones. His dick wanted back inside of her. Hell, his dick would take being inside of Linkin while he was inside of her. He simultaneously wanted to punish her and bring her ultimate pleasure at the same time.

  “Yes, Master.” Delaney complied and even though she was wearing a pair of the highest heels Martin might have ever seen, he watched as she moved with sinuous grace.

  “May I speak, Masters?” she asked as she kept her eyes artfully on the floor. Martin’s hand itched to pull up one side of the sinful silk underwear she was sporting and give her a good smack for being such a brat.

  “As long as whatever you say doesn’t force Mater Linkin and me to give you a spanking right here in front of all these good people,” Martin admonished her. She hadn’t agreed to do a public scene with them, and as a Dom he knew the rule to never threaten something he wasn’t prepared to carry out. But he was pretty sure Delaney would survive bending over his lap and her ass in the air to receive his punishment.

  With wide liquid eyes, Delaney lifted her lashes to stare at Linkin. His lover’s body tightened, and his legs widened a fraction. Linkin was doing his best to keep his hands off her, but knew one small thing could push him over the edge. “I’m sorry I was such a naughty sub,” she whispered and appeared to get serious for a second. “When anyone tries to force their will on me, I just get…” Her voice trailed off. To Martin’s total astonishment, Linkin reached out and grabbed Delaney by the back of her head, entwining his fingers in her hair as he pulled her against his chest.

  “I know, little sub.” He whispered into her hair as he rubbed his cheek against the top of her head. Holy shit. Martin felt as if a trap door had opened, and he was now imprisoned in an upside-down universe where Linkin showed his feelings. Delaney’s body shuddered as she melted into Linkin, and Martin was helpless not to sidle up behind her. Martin sucked in a breath as his cock rubbed against her lower back. His cock thrummed with need at the thought of being inside her again with Linkin. The three of them connected in the most primal of ways.

  Delaney’s head turned, and Martin pulled back so she could look at him. “I’m sorry to you, too. We had a lovely scene, and then I forced you to leave.”

  Martin’s eyes narrowed. “You little minx. You’re only disappointed I wasn’t there to administer aftercare.” Delaney grinned back at him.

  “I’m allowed to be sorry, right?” Her bottom lip came out. Martin sucked it into his mouth and bit down. She squealed in protest as her body bucked against him.

  “Enough or we’ll miss the scene I want to see.” Linkin didn’t care that his voice was rough with arousal and his cock was currently trying to get out of the front of his leathers and into either Delaney or Martin. They had deviated from their plans last night, and Linkin needed to prove to his body and mind that he was the master.

  “He’s right, little one,” Martin told her as he pulled away. “Don’t worry, though. We have plenty of plans for you tonight.” She beamed up at Martin before turning her dazzling smile on him. His spine lighted up, and his balls grew even tighter. He was a Dom, damn it. The whole point was controlling his own urges to bring out the most in his sub. “Let’s watch Big Daddy BB spank poor little Bondie with a rubber paddle.” Her eyes grew wide, and Martin knew he had her attention.

  Linkin was the first to move. He placed a hand over her elbow and steered Delaney towards one of the stages. Bondie lay spread out over a spanking bench in a full latex costume, red ball gag in place. Only his ass was exposed. Martin stayed close and allowed his arm to rub against her body as they stopped in front of the stage. Reaching out, Martin slipped his hand underneath the silk of her panties and squeezed the flesh underneath. She gave a little gasp and jumped slightly as he curled his fingers down and under encountering Linkin’s own long digits.

  “This is only your first punishment for wearing this little nuisance.” Martin leaned in close enough to whisper in her ear. He saw Linkin was doing the same thing, all the hairs on the back of her neck immediately stood on end.

  “We have something much more painful waiting for you at home.” Martin heard Linkin’s murmur as they pressed their fingers inside of her slit. She shuddered on their hands and Martin realised Delaney was just as primed as they were. Using the flat of his tongue he licked her entire ear knowing Linkin was biting down on her earlobe on the other side. It was what made them such good Dom partners.

  A loud smack filled the air and a grunt followed. Martin flicked his eyes to the stage and watched as Big Daddy BB brought the paddle down on Bondie’s ass, making his sub squirm and finally scream into the ball gag. Saliva dripped out of Bondie’s mouth, and Martin was certain the sub’s tears were dripping down the ball gag, too. Beside him, Delaney was breathing hard, watching the other sub struggle against his bonds, against the paddle that continued to rain powerful blows down on his ass cheeks.

  Her body was straining forward, shuddering every time Bondie let out a wail of protest. Martin’s fingers moved in tandem with Linkin’s, her arousal coating them, while showing her interest in the scene. A faint flutter in her channel, and both Martin and Linkin halted their actions. Delaney’s face flew to Martin’s face before she craned her neck to look up at Linkin.

  “Naughty little subs don’t get orgasms.” Linkin’s grin was feral as he took in Delaney’s expression of horror. She swallowed hard a few times. “Watch your little friend take his punishment.” She slowly turned her attention back to Bondie who had grown quiet on the bench. Big Daddy BB was still punishing his ass, but the strikes were lighter, more artful. Bondie was still salivating around his ball gag, but by the angle of his head Martin was certain he’d found subspace.

  Linkin and he started to move their fingers inside of Delaney again, she clenched around them and whimpered whenever their fingers rubbed against her G spot. Leaning down, he whispered in her ear, “You’re welcome to try and come, little sub.” He shoved particularly hard, and he noticed Delaney was having a hard time trying to stay upright. “But I don’t think you’re going to get there for a very long time.” He infused his voice with mock sadness before glancing up at the stage. Big Daddy BB had finished punishing Bondie and was undoing the straps holding the man in place. He lovingly checked to make sure there was still proper circulation in his hands and feet before pulling the younger man to an overstuffed chair, sitting down and cradling him in his arms.

  Delaney’s breath left her mouth on a rush as she took in the bond shared between the two lovers. Bondie had taken his punishment, reached subspace, now Big Daddy BB was lavishing him with small kisses and warm caresses as he undid the ball gag, Bondie sighing in relief.

  “We can give you that.” Linkin said above Delaney’s head and her channel squeezed their fingers and her head jerked to the side. Her breasts threatened to spill right out of her corset.

  “Yes, Masters. I want it.” Her voice held a note of pleading that struck a nerve deep inside Martin he never knew existed. She was fucking beautiful, and she wanted to submit to them. Nodding at Linkin, they pulled their fingers from her pussy. Delaney groaned in disappointment.

  Martin held the fingers he had inside her out to Linkin. Without looking down at her, Linkin opened his mouth and sucked on them hard. Delaney let out a squeak, and Martin groaned at the pull of Linkin’s strong mouth. Linkin gave his fingers a last lick, before holding his own prize out to Martin. He took Linkin’s fingers and sucked hard back. The erotic taste of Delaney on Linkin’s fingers made lightning sizzle through his bones, and all he could think about was licking her cream off Linkin’s cock.

  Releasing Linkin’s fingers, Martin grinned
down at a very interested Delaney. Her mouth was open, and her eyes were wide. “You ready to come and play naughty, little sub?”

  “Yes, please Master Martin.” Delaney shook her head slightly. “I’m here to do my Master’s bidding.”

  “Oh, little sub. You’ll be begging for our bidding,” Linkin promised, and Martin’s heart started thumping at the promises to come. “What’s your safe word?”

  Chapter Nine

  Delaney’s body was thrumming as she rode in the back seat of Linkin’s SUV with Master Martin. He was driving her crazy, lighting her skin up with tiny kisses and bold caresses, keeping her on the brink of orgasm and pulling away. This was her punishment for wearing panties, and it was so terrible Delaney thought she might never browse through the Victoria’s Secret catalogue’s panty section without having a PTSD episode.

  She sat in the middle seat with one leg over Master Martin’s leg as he sat beside her. She braced her other foot on the seat underneath her body, exposing her now panty-less pussy and asshole to her Master’s gaze. Her breasts rested on the top of her corset like plump offerings for Master Martin’s delectation, and he took full advantage.

  She watched his mouth move over her breast, his cheeks moving like bellows sucking one of her nipples in long languorous pulls as he played with her now sopping pussy. The scent of her arousal filled the moving car. Every time the car stopped at a light, she would catch Master Linkin’s predatory gaze in the rearview mirror. His eyes full of exciting dark promises, Delaney’s channel fluttered, and Master Martin removed his fingers from her pussy, but continued to suck on her breast.

  “Master, you’re going to kill me.” Delaney groaned in frustration as she fisted her hands that were gripping the top of the bench seat.

  “Master Martin was very disappointed he couldn’t render proper aftercare.” Master Linkin’s voice held an edge she hadn’t heard before. The hard planes of his face came into view every couple of seconds as streetlights poured into the SUV’s windscreen. Delaney’s pussy clenched hard as she imagined what it would be like if Master Linkin simply let go of all the control he clearly exercised.

  Deliberately sticking her tongue out, Delaney slowly licked her lips. First the top lip, then the bottom before biting down and bucking her body under Master Martin’s mouth. For a split second, she saw the Master Linkin under the mask. A razor of feral intent sparked in his eye and warning bells went off in the back of her brain. The primal fight or flight response hidden in the back of Delaney’s brain activated. Her body spasmed, and she came close to pitching over the edge of orgasming. Master Martin pulled his head up, feeling the change in her body and stared at her. Master Linkin didn’t take his gaze away until he slowed down in front of a pair of high metal gates.

  The grand gates starting to open distracted her from Master Linkin’s severe gaze. “You two live here?” She had been too distracted with Master Martin’s ministrations to really pay any attention to where they were going. A suspicious thought ran through her head. “Are you two rich?”

  “Define rich?” Master Martin chuckled and bent his head to her nipple again. Delaney gasped as he started to torture her other breast. It felt so good. A little attention on her clit and she could release all the tension Master Martin had been building. She really needed that release.

  “Our house is completely secure.” Master Linkin announced as they pulled up the drive. Delaney tried to take in everything about where her Masters lived, but it was hard with Master Martin distracting her. She realised they must be on one of the big properties down on Marine Drive and despite what Master Martin had said, one of them had a bit of coin to afford this place. A garage door opened, and Master Linkin guided the vehicle inside and parked next to a shiny Mercedes. Master Martin continued to suck on her breast as he removed his seatbelt. Finally releasing her breast, the cold air hitting her sensitive peak, he undid her seat belt at the same time Master Linkin opened the back door of the SUV.

  “Get up on your hands and knees, little sub, face me.” Linkin demanded as he started to undo the front of his leathers. None of them had bothered changing out of their fetware when they left The Feather Flogger. They were too damn hot for one another.

  Delaney complied and was mildly disappointed when Master Martin got out of his side of the SUV. She had hoped he would give her the release she desperately needed. Master Linkin held his rigid cock in one hand and pushed the shiny head towards her mouth. With his other hand, he tangled his fingers in her hair and lifted her face to look her in eye.

  “Poor little sub. You have a long way to go before you get to have an orgasm.” Master Linkin pulled her head forward and brushed the mushroom shaped tip of his cock over her lips. Pre-come dribbled out of the slit coating her mouth. “Open up and suck your Master’s cock.”

  Delaney opened her mouth wide and sucked Master Linkin’s cock into her mouth. Swirling her tongue around the head before trying to get as much of the shaft down her throat as possible. Above her, Master Linkin bucked his hips, and Delaney let out a murmur of satisfaction as she started to lick up and down his cock, enjoying the taste of him. She reached out with one hand to cup his heavy sac and pull lightly on the twin weights. Her thighs clenched as she saw Master Martin move behind Master Linkin. His large hands pushed Master Linkin’s leathers farther down his legs. A larger hand joined hers on Master Linkin’s balls, and she felt her stomach flutter as he roughly handled them, pulling, jerking, and twisting.

  The extra sensation had Master Linkin barking out in pleasure, his hips forcing his cock farther down her throat. Delaney tried to relax her throat to allow the further invasion. She was making loud slurping noises, heartily enjoying getting a little torture back on the primal male above her.

  Martin watched Delaney suck Linkin off like a pro. She was making him crazy, and Martin knew his lover deserved it after this morning’s fight. They were not going to let their sub come for hours yet. Orgasm denial was one of the most constructive ways Linkin and he had found to truly teach a sub a lesson. Forced orgasms were another neat trick, but orgasm denial had a certain appeal, especially when the sub must watch her Masters come again and again, while experiencing no relief. It was true they were cruel bastards.

  Letting go of Linkin’s balls, he nudged his lover’s legs wider and watched Delaney enjoy her task. His balls clenched in need as her mouth skimmed up and down his hard cock, her tongue doing very wicked things to his lover’s flesh. Martin undid the front of his leathers and finally released his own aching dick. The restraint of the leathers on his engorged flesh had been damn uncomfortable, every time Delaney had been about to orgasm; his own body had wanted to follow her over. He rubbed a hand over his soft skin and held in a groan. Popping lid of the lube open that he grabbed out of Linkin’s new bug-out BDSM bag Linkin intended to carry with him wherever he went in future.

  He kicked Linkin’s legs further apart, making sure not to disturb Delaney with her work. Linkin was pressing her face into his pelvis even farther, a sure sign he was getting close. Dripping the lube on his dick, he watched his erection jump a few times and smiled. He was so primed after The Feather Flogger and the ride home; it was only going to take a few thrusts. Using one hand he spread Linkin’s ass cheeks apart, the contact forcing Linkin to slow down with Delaney. After pressing the end of the lube bottle into Linkin’s ass, he squirted some of the liquid inside and let the bottle drop to the floor of the garage.

  One hand on Linkin’s ass cheeks, roughly pulling them apart to reveal the bud of his asshole and one hand on the base of his dick. Martin dipped his knees and pressed forward into his boyfriend’s ass. There was something primal about the way his dick fought against the muscles of Linkin’s ass to get inside, to relish in the pleasure they could create between them. With the noises growling up Linkin’s throat, between Delaney and him, this was going to be a short ride.

  “Fuck.” Linkin swore as Martin embedded his dick fully inside.

  Martin let go of the base
of his cock and brought his arm around Linkin, forcefully pulling the other man’s large frame against his own. Biting down on the material and muscle on Linkin’s shoulder, Martin let out a feral snarl and pulled his hips back before slamming into the other man hard. He knew the action would push Linkin’s cock further into Delaney’s mouth. Linkin lifted his chin and shouted.

  Checking to make sure Delaney was coping with the force of his thrusts, Martin peered around Linkin’s shoulder. She had wisely changed positions and was now squatting in the floor space in front of the seat, leaning over and using the seat as leverage as she continued her work on Linkin’s cock. Their little sub was learning quickly and the thought of her primed to orgasm only pushed him farther over the edge. Martin started to make quicker strokes into Linkin as he fought to keep his grip on the other man.

  The primal dance of dominance had started the moment Martin squirted the lube into his lover’s ass. Linkin liked to fuck and liked to be fucked, but only on his terms. Martin savoured the feeling of being inside his lover. The way Linkin’s muscles started to contract as he pushed farther and farther towards the inevitable. Martin continued to fuck into the other man’s body until the blazing sensation fired down his spine to his balls, pounding furiously into the other man’s back hole. Martin used his full strength to hold Linkin in place or he risked the chance of hurting Delaney as she continued to suck on Linkin’s cock.

  He gave up at the same time as Linkin. Digging his nails painfully into the other man, Martin let go as he felt semen rising up his cock and shooting into Linkin’s body, marking him for the entire world as Martin’s lover. He growled and bit down on his boyfriend’s shoulder knowing it would leave a mark.

  Another roar hit the air and Linkin grabbed onto the roof of the SUV. His knuckles white, his body tense as he let out another thunder of satisfaction.

  “Drink it down, Delaney,” Linkin gasped. “Drink down my come and know I’m inside of you.” Heavy breathing filled the garage, and Martin shook his head as he got his bearings. He wondered if they were ever actually going to make it to the playroom. Pulling his dick out of Linkin’s ass, he looked around until his found a box of tissues and sanitary wipes. He cleaned up Linkin’s back hole first, pressing a kiss to the man’s neck.