Healing Hark (Doms of Chicago)

by Trace, Dakota

  “He'll be fine. This is normal. The higher he flies the longer he takes to come back down.”

  Diachi's reassurance had Hark's back stiffening. The knowing tone irritated him. He thought he knew him, but he was no longer the same man Diachi had dominated fifteen years ago. He’d grown harder — more jaded by his time in the service. Even George had sworn he'd needed a pry bar and several sticks of dynamite to push past the walls Hark had built up during his time with the Special Forces. The very idea that Diachi had slipped through the cracks so easily had a low angry growl slipping free. This was why he should've stayed in the hotel. To protect himself from the damned shaman-like effect Diachi had on him. So much for hoping he was immune to it.

  “And now he's pissed because we got too close.” Diachi's breath teased the side of his neck as he continued to speak to Bryan.

  “Let go of me.” He gritted out the words and tried to shrug off their hands. Their closeness now seemed stifling rather than comforting. He needed to get out of here before he forgot why he couldn’t have this — why he had to remain alone.

  “No.” Diachi stood firm, his arm around Hark's waist never wavering, even as Bryan crowded a bit closer, effectively trapping him between the two men. “Any good Dom doesn’t leave his sub right after a scene. You know this, Hark. It’s one of the basic tenants of aftercare.”

  “I don’t need aftercare!” Frustration filled Hark. “You're. Not. My. Dom.” Hark waited for the man to recoil, instead it was Bryan who traced the line of his jaw with one finger. The gesture took Hark's focus off of Diachi for a moment. The sight of the Bryan’s swollen lips sent a weak spurt of heat through him. Not only did his lips look utterly kissable, the glow radiating off him was tempting. It made Hark want to see it more often.

  “Stop it. Quit pushing us away.” Bryan nuzzled his shoulder. “You needed this as much as we did.”

  “It doesn't matter — it shouldn't have happened. All I wanted today was to do some painting then take you to work. Submission or sex games were definitely not on the agenda.”

  Bryan chuckled against his shoulder. “Of course they weren't. It wouldn't be seduction if we’d warned you.”

  The anger and irritation he'd been feeling fell to the wayside in the light of Bryan's candid admission. “Seduction?”

  Diachi sighed. “Of course, seduction.” He glanced at Bryan. “Let’s help him over to the bay window before we explain.”

  Hark didn't know why he let them do it, but he allowed the men to lead him, docile as a lamb, to the custom made reading nook Zhenya had wanted installed in the nursery’s oversize windows. After sinking down into the wide seat on his knees, Diachi tugged him down between his splayed legs. Hark wanted to resist the urge to snuggle closer, but his body had other ideas — it wanted the comfort he was offering. He told himself he could’ve resisted — if only Bryan hadn’t crawled between his thighs and rested his head against his chest. But Bryan had, and now wedged between the two men as he was, Hark’s objectivity was gone. He needed this.

  Minutes ticked by as he drifted – his mind blessedly silent for the first time in a long time. How long they sat there before Diachi spoke, Hark wasn’t sure.

  “Are you ready to listen now?” Diachi stroked his shoulders, his tone calm.

  Hark finally stirred, reluctant to give up the peace of just being. “I don't know.” He bit his lower lip. “If I were smart, I’d kick your asses. You set me up. Took away my choices.”

  Bryan's sharp inhalation was all the warning he got before a searing pain jolted up his leg.

  “Ouch!” He rubbed the area Bryan had just pinched. “Don't do that!”

  Bryan pulled back, his blue eyes snapping with ire. “Then don't accuse of us of forcing you. You had a safeword. You could've used it at any time to stop everything. No matter what you think of Diachi or myself, you know we honor safewords above all else.”

  Hark flushed. Bryan was right and it stung when the other man pointed it out. He'd been so swept up in his desire for both of them, it had never occurred to him to use his safeword. In fact, if he was completely honest with himself, he’d wanted Diachi to take away his choice, to force him to face his needs.

  “I know.” Hark tipped his head back to rest it against Diachi's shoulder. “I'm screwed up inside.”

  “And that's why we're here.” Diachi pressed a kiss to his temple. “You need a guide to help you find your way back.” He tugged at a loose lock of Hark's hair. “Somewhere along the way — whether it was the death of your family or the fire that took your home, you lost your balance. You're restless — at odds with what you're supposed to do. We can give you a sense of purpose and help restore the balance.”

  “Let us remind you how wonderful it is to be part of something special, Sir. Be our third.” Bryan's words were muffled against his chest. “Quit fighting. Let us heal you.”

  Hark was torn. He wanted what they were offering, but at what cost? The solution would only be temporary and what would happen when it ended?

  “And what happens when you decide I'm healed enough and am no longer a welcome third? I’ll be in worse shape than I am already.”

  Diachi frowned down at him. “What makes you think we'll toss you aside?”

  Hark squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn't believe Diachi was actually asking him such a thing — especially after what had happened between them. “You don't share.” The silence stretched out.

  “Look at me, Harkahome.” Diachi didn't sound pissed, but his firm tone warned Hark he needed to obey.

  He sighed and opened his eyes. “What? I'm not lying. You weren't even open to the idea when we were together...”

  “And times change. People change. I’ve changed.” Diachi tugged playfully on his braid.

  Hark shook his head. “Not that much. I'm not stupid. I spoke with Olivia before I agreed to stay. She told me you were a one man Dom — that I wouldn't have to worry about you pulling this kind of stunt because you have eyes only for Bryan. He's your world now — and other than a few odd demonstrations, you’re as protective as a mama bear.”

  Diachi's eyes narrowed. “That's right I am. So knowing that, what do my actions over the past few days tell you? I let you care for my submissive. I trusted you to talk Bryan down off the ledge yesterday.”

  Hark bit his lip. “I don’t fucking know. Maybe you’re bat-shit crazy for letting me anywhere near him. The last sub who trusted me nearly ended up burned to a crisp, while the one before died in my arms.”

  Diachi sighed and dropped the braid. “Nonsense. Zhenya and her baby are safe with Gabriel because of you. What happened with your family was a horrible accident – one that has my heart crying out for you – but they’re gone. We’re here now – ready to help you reclaim the man you used to be. In fact, that’s why I left right after my conference call. Not merely because Bryan sent me a few pictures. It was because I caught a glimpse of the man I used to love and was drawn to that person like a moth to flame.”

  Hark flinched. “But I’m not that man anymore, and I'd be stupid to let myself be drawn back into a triad relationship.” He stirred as if to move, but the tightening of the hands at his shoulders and the sudden dead weight of Bryan against his thighs warned him he wasn’t going anywhere until they were ready to let him. “I should be running as far and as fast as I can.”

  “How about staying instead?” Bryan's whispered plea caught his attention — tugging at his heartstrings. “If I’m willing to risk it, why can’t you do the same?”

  Hark froze. “You’ve been in a triad before?”

  “Yes, and it ended badly.” Bryan’s fingers curled against the fabric of his t-shirt. “Stay and I’ll tell you about it. Then maybe we can heal together.”

  With his heart beating loudly in his ears, Hark was torn between wanting to stay and run. “I…Diachi should be the one to help you heal. I’m too broken.”

  Bryan shook his head. “No, you’re not. If you were too broken, you’d have brought me
home yesterday still in turmoil, or called Master when I had my meltdown. Instead you gave me what I needed.” He plucked at Hark’s shirt before looking up at him. “I think you need someone to take care of. Master has already given his permission for you to do it.” A rueful grin crossed his face. “And believe it or not, I’m just greedy enough to want it.”

  “But he doesn’t share on a full-time basis.” Hark tried to plead with the other man, unable to resist the need written all over Bryan’s expressive face.

  “With you he can. There’s still a connection between you – he trusts you with everything – even me.”

  Hark swallowed hard. “He does?”

  “Yes, I do.” Diachi leaned in to whisper directly into Hark’s ear. “Unlike before, the idea of sharing what I have no longer scares me. Why?” He nuzzled the side of Hark’s neck. “Because I know you both belong to me.”

  Hark stiffened. “I don’t –”

  Diachi nipped him. “Even without your agreement, your body and the part of you that's buried underneath all the pain responds to me as if we were never apart. It calls to the Dom in me, even as I watch you with Bryan.” He caught Hark’s gaze. “Can you deny it?”

  Even as much as he longed to, he refused to lie to himself or to this man. “No. But where does that leave us? I’m not ready for a full-on scene.”

  Diachi chuckled softly. “Then we continue as we’ve started. You’ll accompany Bryan to work, continue your work on this beautiful mural when needed and I’ll take care of everything at home.”

  “Everything?” Hark’s voice came out as a croak as he recognized the enormity of his decision. “I’ll be subjected to all the rules?”

  A smile tugged at Diachi’s mouth. “Of course.”

  Hark squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to imagine running around Diachi’s house nude, giving the man welcome home and good bye kisses, and finally sleeping in his huge bed with both men. Was he trying to drive him insane? He’d die of lust. “I…can’t do all those things.”

  Diachi brushed his thumb over his lower lip. “As much as I look forward to seeing this body naked again, we’ll take it step-by-step. This week, I’ll only require the kisses. Next week will be soon enough to work on stripping this gorgeous body of clothing. Agreed?”

  Hark let himself relax to Diachi’s touch, very aware of the presence of Bryan between his thighs. “Yes, Sir.”

  * * * *

  Bryan sighed in relief. It had been really touch or go there for a moment. Pushing Hark as hard as he had, along with his texts to Diachi, had been a calculated risk. Hark could’ve gone ballistic and left. Instead the memory of how Hark felt pulsing against his tongue as he’d unloaded in his mouth would torment him the rest of the day.

  And he had his master to thank. Diachi had come, just like he knew he would. He’d taken control of the already off balance Hark. He’d made the best of the complicated situation, and they now had Sir willing to at least try. He’d totally expected Hark to push them away again, but instead he lay wedged between them like a tempting piece of prime rib. And more than anything Bryan wanted another nibble. In his pants, his cock still throbbed with unspent desire, but for the moment he was content. Lust could wait, or so he thought.

  “Now, that we’ve come to an agreement, what do you say we give our sub a little relief before sending him off to work?” Diachi suggested, in a deceptively silky soft voice. “I think he deserves a reward for his little stunt, don’t you?

  Hark stirred and glanced down at Bryan’s upturned face. “You know I think that’d be a great idea, Sir. If you’ll allow me to return the favor?”

  Bryan’s breath hissed out, his body trembled with anticipation. He’d expected to have to wait until they returned home. He never dreamed his Sir would want to suck him off.

  A sadistic grin crossed his master’s face. Bryan gulped. He knew the look. “I think it’d be an excellent idea. Do you have anything we can restrain him with? The little brat likes to pull hair just before he comes.”

  “I think so.” Hark sat up, forcing Bryan to move. He straightened, moved around him, then stood up. “I’ll be right back.”

  Bryan wiped his suddenly damp palms on his jeans and watched Hark’s fluid stride as he walked toward the bag he’d set on the dresser. It was the same sack he used to carry his art supplies into the house. The idea of Hark using the soft bristled brushes against his skin had him squirming. He hated being tickled. “Should I be worried, Master?”

  Instead of answering, Diachi arched a brow at him. “Loose the pants.”

  “Yes, Master.” Rising to his feet, he popped the snap on his jeans and fumbled with his zipper. His cock sprung free as he shoved the restrictive denim down his thighs. By the time Hark returned with a length of soft hemp rope, he was kicking free of them. He couldn’t stop the moan that slipped free at the idea his Sir carried around rope in his painter’s bag. Damn if he’d known the man had rope in his bag earlier…

  “Hmmm, it looks like our sub approves of your choice, Harkahome.” Diachi took the rope from Hark. “It looks like it’s just the right length for me to do a simple column tie.” He rose from the bench. “Arms behind your back, hana.”

  “Yes, Master.” Bryan licked his lips and obeyed, laying one arm over another at the base of his spine. The positioning was both familiar but also comfortable. His breath caught as his Master approached. Diachi’s enjoyment of bondage rivaled his own.

  “Relax, hana.” Diachi’s warning wasn’t lost on him. He loved bondage so much he always tensed up with anticipation, but all it took was a soft reminder from his master to have him loosening. Tense muscles never bode well for rope work, so he forced himself to relax.

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Good boy.” The approval and feel of rope against his ass as his master secured his arms had his cock leaking.

  After checking the tightness of the ropes, Diachi stepped back. “He’s all yours, Harkahome.”

  “Damn.” The greedy look in Hark’s eyes as he focused on Bryan’s cock should’ve worried him. “You’re lucky I didn’t know what you were hiding in your pants, little one.” He dropped to his knees, one hand wrapping around Bryan’s shaft to tug it down so it was level with his lips. “I never would’ve guessed you for the Prince Albert kind of guy.”

  Bryan opened his mouth to reply, but the words came out garbled when Hark’s tongue swiped over the piercing adorning the tip of his cock.

  “He did it for both of our pleasures. I love the feel of it against my tongue or in my ass, while he loves the extra sensitivity and the feel of those weights tugging on him.” Diachi moved behind Hark to watch.

  “Hmmm.” Hark’s sound vibrated against the crest of Bryan’s cock before he caught the edge of the piercing between his teeth and gently pulled on it.

  “Fuck!” Sharp pinpricks of pained pleasure jolted up his spine, strong enough he swayed toward the tormenting mouth. The urge to come swamped him. “Gonna…”

  “Not yet.” His master warned, shifting his position so he was now at Bryan’s side, watching Hark’s mouth tease his cock. “You don’t come until we say so.”

  His chest heaved as he tried to control the overpowering urge. He tossed his head back as the top half of his sex was suddenly enveloped in moist heat. The flick of Hark’s inquisitive tongue as he slid his mouth down the shaft was driving him mad. The heat pooled in his groin causing his balls to draw up. “Please!”

  “No! You’ll let your Sir enjoy his treat. Our Hark enjoys sucking cock as much as you do.” A devilish glint entered Diachi’s eyes. “In fact, I look forward to the day when I’ll have the opportunity to feel both of your mouths on me at the same time.”

  Around his exquisitely sensitive cock, Hark moaned his agreement. Bryan swore the sensation made him nearly see stars. “Oh God, I want to come.” His toes curled inside his socks.

  Hark’s fingers tightened around the base of his shaft in warning. He groaned loudly when another hand found his balls
and gently tugged at them. Whether it was his Master’s or Sir’s, he didn’t know. The move reminded him both men controlled his pleasure and his ultimate release.

  “I…I…get it. No coming,” he panted, struggling for hard-won control as Hark’s head began to bob over him.

  Then the torment began for real. Each brush of his Sir’s tongue and lips drove him higher as Diachi praised both Hark’s oral prowess and his obedience in not climaxing. Then, if that wasn’t enough, his master told him how he enjoyed seeing the man’s mouth around Bryan’s cock and how he looked forward to seeing it often – of how he could use Hark’s love of oral sex to fulfill Bryan’s fantasies of office sex. Wouldn’t his little hana love it if Hark made him call home while he sucked him off?

  Each word sent him higher until his groin was one massive ache, while tears were threatening to spill over his cheeks. “Please, Master!” He twisted against the pinioning hold Diachi had on him.

  “Do you think he deserves to come, Harkahome?”

  Bryan cried out when Hark’s mouth abandoned his dick to answer.

  “I don’t know. He’s a naughty sub. He took pictures of me working without permission. Perhaps I should make him pay a little bit longer.” Hark’s head dipped as if to resume Bryan’s throbbing torment.

  “True, but he has to be to work shortly. What if he promises to not share those pictures with anyone?”

  Seeing relief in sight, Bryan nodded wildly. He’d promise anything. “I promise, I promise. Please just let me come!”

  Hark seemed to be thinking it over. Finally he shifted closer. “I get all the copies of them, and he can come.”

  “You heard the man, hana. You’ll print them out, then delete them from your phone.”

  Bryan hissed as Hark blew a stream of air over his sensitive glans. “Fine. I’ll delete them.”

  “After you print them,” Diachi reminded him.

  “Yes. I’ll print them first.” His dick was on fire. His balls were sooo tight. He’d stand on his head. Anything. Then blessed relief came in the form of a wet mouth around his cock and a spit-covered finger shoved up his ass.