by P Nelson
Linkin pulled his SUV into the garage and shut the engine off next to Martin’s Mercedes. Staring at his boyfriend’s car, Linkin rubbed a hand over his face and prepared to face the mess he knew would be inside the house. When he arrived home last week after making sure Rex would never attempt to abuse the trust of another woman, he had found Martin alone and despondent. It took a serious argument between them to get the story of what had happened between Delaney and Martin.
Other than returning the SUV to his work while he was on-site and exchanging a couple of texts over the past week, neither Linkin nor Martin had any contact with her. He had set a tail on her just to make sure she was safe. It looked like the humiliation Rex had suffered from his punishment last Friday had given the man a change of heart about living in Vancouver. He was making plans to move to Calgary, probably hoping he could escape Linkin’s ever-watchful gaze or just put the whole episode behind him. What Rex didn’t realise is that Linkin would be watching him for a very long time now, and it didn’t matter where or how far he ran.
Opening the door, Linkin slid out and grabbed his leather satchel. He felt tired and worn out, exactly as he had before he met Delaney. There was an energy about her that was as powerful and unique as the woman who contained it. Her submission fed the beast inside him, and the exchange was like nothing he ever experienced. Not for the first time since he had come home last Friday did he wonder whether they had lost her forever.
The downstairs of the house was dark; Linkin expected this as he came in through the kitchen, not bothering to turn on any of the lights. After dropping his case in the office downstairs, Linkin headed up the staircase bypassing the second floor and went to the end of the hall. He could see a faint light coming down the stairs and wondered whether there was any scotch left in the bottle Martin had chosen to drink tonight. Linkin had never seen Martin like this in all the time they were together. But then again, they’d never taken a sub they both loved before.
“You came home.” Martin’s words were strong even, and Linkin felt relief to see his boyfriend had only just started on the bottle. He came up the rest of the stairs and went over to the big bed where Martin lay sprawled.
“This is where I live.” Leaning down, he took off his boots and climbed up on to the bed and lay against the headboard beside Martin.
“Wouldn’t you rather be with Delaney tonight?” Martin took a swig of scotch straight from the bottle. He didn’t offer any to Linkin, not that he’d drink. This was not a time when he wanted to get his words and actions mixed up with alcohol.
“We’d both rather be with Delaney tonight and every night after that,” Linkin responded. He knew where Martin was going with this conversation, but he was too much of a bastard to help him out. He loved Martin just as much as Delaney, but Martin needed to sort his shit out, and Linkin couldn’t do it for him.
“You know I always thought it would be you who drove away the perfect sub.” Martin let his head fall back, and he closed his eyes. Linkin held his breath. It had only taken Martin a week to finally communicate what he was really thinking. It was at times like these Linkin wished he could give Martin a good old spanking and help him get his emotions back in order. Unfortunately, the power exchange didn’t really work between two Doms trying to top one another. “I always laughed at subs like Robert who thought they could get between us. There was no way I was ever going to leave you for a sub, but now...,” Martin’s vulnerability shook his voice, and Linkin’s heart turned over. “I wouldn’t blame you for choosing her.”
There it was. The truth bomb Martin had been holding onto all week, poisoning their relationship. Linkin let out his breath and felt for the first time in days. Now the poison was out in the open, they could close the wound and move on with their lives.
“I would blame me for choosing you over her or her over you.” Linkin shrugged, and he felt Martin’s gaze shift to him. Turning his head, he met Martin’s dark eyes and thought of how lucky he had been to find a catch like him. Not only were they amazing lovers, but they both could explore their kinks together. “We’ve always trusted one another to play with subs and never stray out of our own relationship. We have a bond that Delaney can’t share. Even though we both love her, there’s something between us she cannot replicate. Just like the relationship I have with her is unique.”
“She makes you a better man,” Martin’s hoarse voice whispered through the attic.
“You made me a better man years ago, Martin.” Linkin was just about at his limit for touchy-feely shit, but he had to get this right. “We were always meant to be a ménage. You need to accept that you can’t always fix the mistakes I make, and you can’t blame yourself for Delaney walking out last Friday. She used her safe word. She didn’t want to communicate with you any further. When we all get back in this dungeon, her ass is going to pay the price.”
Martin shifted beside him. “You can’t punish her for using her safe word.”
“I’m not punishing her for using her safe word.” Linkin folded his arms over his chest. “You weren’t even in a scene, and she used her safe word. She walked away and refused to discuss what was happening. And you,” Linkin stared at him hard, “turned your back on her. You allowed her to walk away without communicating her needs to you. If I could give you twenty smacks on the ass, I would.” Martin bristled beside him.
“She needed space, not more talking; you weren’t in the room. I tried to top her, and she panicked,” Martin argued.
“No. You acted out of fear.” Linkin hurried on before Martin could interrupt him. “You backed off when she needed you to have a firm, understanding hand. I get you were afraid for her, but she was afraid for her, too.” Martin was silent for long minutes, the scotch bottle still held tightly in his hand, but he didn’t drink again.
“Why aren’t you pissed at me?” Martin set the bottle aside and shifted his position on the bed to face Linkin fully. Linkin unwound his arms and looked at the face of the man he loved.
“Because I love you, and when the people we love make mistakes, we forgive them,” Linkin replied simply. “A better man than me taught me that a long time ago, even if I don’t always practice it.”
“I’m sorry.” Martin threw his arms around Linkin and held him tight.
“You don’t have to say those words to me,” Linkin reminded his boyfriend and wrapped his own arms around Martin. They hugged fiercely letting go of all the hurt and anger that had built between them, not just for the past week, but also for years. Linkin realised that not acknowledging how his actions made Martin feel was wrong. “I promise not to be such an ass in future.”
“Don’t change. I love you the way you are,” Martin pledged before pulling slightly away from Linkin to give him a hard kiss. Linkin pressed his hard palms into Martin’s muscled back, the shirt he was wearing sliding over hot skin. His cock grew hard as they both wrestled for control over the incendiary kiss. Lips, tongues, and teeth met in a symphony of dominance as Linkin did his best to roll Martin over on his back, the feel of the other man’s cock pressing against his own. Shoving a hard hand down the back of Martin’s jeans, he grabbed a fistful of his ass. Martin moaned into his mouth and bucked against him.
Linkin used his other hand to undo the front of Martin’s pants as they both wrestled around on the bed. He felt Martin’s hands go for the front of his cargo pants and his cock sprang free at the same time as Martin’s. Throwing his head back as Martin pumped his swollen flesh, Linkin relished the feeling of his hard fingers working his cock. Using long strokes to pull the skin of Martin’s cock up and down until the two of them were panting in unison their arms pumping together.
Martin used all his body strength to roll Linkin over. Whether Linkin was too caught up in the moment to resist, or he wanted to feel the bite of Martin’s dominance, Linkin only put in a paltry effort to struggle back into the dominant position. Martin pushed his head and shoulders down, forcing Linkin to release his cock as he simultaneously gulped Link
in’s cock down his throat and ripped his cargo pants further down his legs.
A loud groan erupted from the back of Linkin’s throat as he pushed his hands into Martin’s short hair. It felt good working his boyfriend’s cock, the soft skin over hardened muscle burgeoning with need. Martin bobbed his head up and down aggressively until Linkin was helplessly thrusting his hips up to meet his mouth. With a quick movement, Martin released Linkin’s cock and pulled his pants all the way off as he reached for a bottle of lube beside the bed. Linkin stared up at him with half-closed eyes as Martin pushed his pants down to his thighs, not wanting to waste any more time before he buried his cock inside him.
Pouring the lube onto his cock, he roughly angled Linkin’s ass up, bending his legs at the knees to give him better access to his asshole. Martin pressed the lube to Linkin’s ass and squirted a generous amount inside. Throwing the bottle to the side, Martin leaned over Linkin and placed one hand on the bed next to his head. With his other hand, he guided the head of his cock to Linkin’s asshole and started to press inside.
With a thrust of his hips, Martin ploughed inside of Linkin’s ass, the tight muscles sucking him inside. Linkin grunted and pushed against Martin’s pelvis at the invasion. Bringing his chest down, Martin placed his demanding mouth on Linkin’s lips and started to kiss him ravenously. Linkin responded by biting and sucking Martin’s lips before using one hand to grab onto Martin’s ass, as he thrust up hard.
“Fuck, yes.” Martin swore and started to fuck Linkin hard, the bed squeaked in protest, Linkin, breathing hard at the invasion, started to pump his own cock. Martin let out a roar and sat up, grabbing onto each of Linkin’s knees with his hands, and pistoned into Linkin’s asshole with everything he had. Throwing back his head, he held on as Linkin’s muscles worked his cock over until all he could do was feel the other man surrounding him, holding him. Lightning flashed down his spine, and Martin knew his orgasm was only moments away; his balls couldn’t hold on to the come trying to force its way out of the end of his cock.
The wild strength in their coupling and the fight for dominance between them was something he’d always crave. Delaney was everything that was soft, willing, and submissive between the three of them. But when it came down to the two of them, everything was raw and intense. Shoving so hard the bed scraped on the floor, Martin let his orgasm flow from his cock, the pleasure infusing his bones as wave after wave of his semen filled Linkin’s ass. He barked several times and couldn’t resist grinding into the other man as he reached complete fulfilment.
A moan ripped his mind out of his own gratification, and he looked down to see Linkin’s face pinched, his hand working his flesh furiously. Without thinking, Martin pulled his semi-hard and twitching cock out of Linkin’s ass and swallowed Linkin’s cock just as the first spurts of his semen started to shoot from the end. Linkin pressed his heels into the mattress and shouted out his orgasm, pumping up into Martin’s face. Enjoying the coupling he was providing to Linkin, Martin didn’t release the other man’s cock when he finished orgasming. Instead, he licked Linkin’s softening flesh clean with loving strokes.
Linkin’s hands went back into Martin’s hair. Martin let out a long, contented breath as he freed Linkin’s cock and laid his head down on the crease where his leg met his body. The only sound in the attic was their combined breathing. For the first time since he turned his back on Delaney, Martin felt a measure of peace. Until he made things right with Delaney, he wouldn’t feel completely whole, but Linkin and he had found a peace together that hadn’t existed before.
“What are we going to do about Delaney?” he finally asked careful not to disturb his relaxed position.
“We’re going to go and get our damn sub back.” Linkin lifted his head off the bed, and Martin felt him staring down at him. “But first there’s something I want to show you.”
“Can’t we just track Delaney down, tie her up, and force a whole bunch of pleasure on her?” Martin asked. The urge to see Delaney had burned inside of him all week, and now the issues between Linkin and him had resolved, Martin wanted to see her even more fiercely.
“She’s not getting out of her punishment.” Linkin’s voice rang out in the attic. Martin smiled; apparently, his alpha Dom boyfriend with no social filter was back.
“Is there any way you can show me whatever it is you want to show me later?” he asked as he felt Linkin shift and his head slipped down onto the bed.
“Nope. What I have to show you will change all our lives forever, and I want to share it with you now.” Linkin answered cryptically as he moved off the bed and padded over to the door of the luxury bathroom they had installed up here when they built the dungeon.
“Is it going to take long?” Martin rolled over. His orgasm had dissipated some of the scotch he’d drunk, but as he got to his feet, his legs still felt a bit wobbly.
“We’ll get you a coffee to go, and it won’t take long if you get your ass in the shower now.” Linkin shouted from inside the bathroom. Martin heard the spray start in the walk-in shower. He was powerless to resist Linkin, just as he was powerless to resist Delaney’s pull. Heaving in a great sigh, he corked the bottle of whiskey and followed his lover into the shower. The hot water sluicing off Linkin made it damn hard to resist another quick fuck, but the sooner they washed, the sooner Delaney could join them.
“You always drive,” Martin pointed out as they watched the large iron gates close behind them.
“Your car is too fancy,” Linkin shot back.
“You’re trying to top me,” Martin grumbled and looked out the windows. They headed south down Granville Street away from the city. Large hedges and fences hid most of the houses but did little to hide the wealth of the neighbourhood.
“You chose where to live.” Linkin concentrated on driving. He had, in fact, searched for and successfully bid on the house they lived in. It had needed extensive repairs and they had gotten it for a good price even though it was worth a lot more on the market.
“Are you saying I house-topped you?” Martin bit back a laugh. “Because if I had left house hunting to you, we’d be living in a mobile trailer somewhere in the woods with a pack of guard dogs patrolling the yard.”
“I haven’t given up my dream of the pack of attack dogs,” Linkin muttered, and Martin shook his head. Sometimes he wondered how he ever ended up with such a bloodthirsty boyfriend. One look at his handsome face and fierce demeanour reminded him, however. The attack dogs would be to protect them. Linkin turned off the main road and drove into an industrial part of town near the river. Martin frowned out the window into the dark night.
“You aren’t going to murder me and throw me into the Fraser River, are you?” he asked and forced out a laugh.
“Amusing.” Linkin turned the wheel and drove down an empty road to a chain link fence. A gate with a big chain and padlock on the front shone in the headlights of the SUV. Inside the large empty space stood a very big warehouse. It was in good condition, but Martin could tell it hadn’t been in use for a while.
“What is this place?” Martin peered into the gloom. “There aren’t any attack dogs in there?”
“No.” Linkin sounded insulted. “I would never leave animals out here alone.” Martin heard Linkin take a deep breath. “This is the future, Martin. This building holds the future of our BDSM existence, along with Delaney. It will be the premier BDSM club in Vancouver. Members only with private rooms for sale or to book out along with lots of space to do public scenes.” He pointed towards the empty warehouse. “This is what we’ll be working Delaney towards. The three of us becoming a cohesive whole, and this will be our playground.” Martin looked at Linkin and back at the warehouse. He thought that sounded like a great idea.
“You didn’t buy this place, did you?” Martin wondered if he should look at the state of their bank accounts.
“No, another Dom owns it and will be setting up the club.” Linkin turned his SUV around. “I’m just contracted to put the security
system into place.” Martin nodded as he digested this news. Linkin drove out of the industrial complex, and they found the main road.
“Now we just need to convince Delaney she needs us as much as we need her.” Martin felt nervous for the first time since Linkin and he had started dating.
“That’s going to be the easy part,” Linkin assured him, and Martin wished he had the same confidence.
Chapter Sixteen
“I thought they would have come for me by now.” Delaney said miserably as she sat on her couch in her pink flannel pyjamas and scooped another bite of ice cream out of the pint she held in her hand.
“Did you give them the green light to contact you?” Janey said over the phone. She was at work, and Delaney could hear the rustle of people going through the reception area of The Feather Flogger in the background. Another Friday night of kinksters rocking their freak, and Delaney was sitting at home pining after her two absentee Masters.
“No. They’re supposed to do some Master shit and come after me,” Delaney grumbled and scraped the bottom of the ice cream carton. She was out, and glancing out the window at the front lawn only made her want to stay inside more. “Is there a way to get ice cream delivered to your door at this time of night?”
“First of all, you read too many novels. Doms don’t go chasing after naughty subs. That’s called stalking in real life. You have to call and communicate with them. You should know this after your experience with Rex.” Janey sounded exasperated. “By the way what your Doms did to him was genius.” Delaney couldn’t agree more. She had woken up to loads of messages from friends who had seen the videos of Rex on the internet. Linkin and his employee Sam had gotten creative and tied Rex to a chair with a sign around his neck that read “I like to abuse women” and left him in front of a bar famous for their ladies’ night. Had Delaney not been pining after Martin and Linkin, she might have sat watching the video of women hurling abuse at him for hours.
