“Now, come.”
His master’s words barely registered as his body responded. He erupted with a shout – the sudden anal invasion pushing him over the edge. Pleasure slammed into him so hard, he’d have fallen over if it hadn’t been for Diachi’s hold on him. As he shook through his release and came back down, he slowly became aware of the soft comforting words Diachi muttered, while Hark slowly, gently lapped at his softening flesh.
“No more…” he gasped as a weak aftershock shook him.
Hark reluctantly released him and wrapped his arms around Bryan’s waist. “Better, little one?”
“Yeah…” He slumped back against Diachi’s hold.
It wasn’t until later as Hark was packing up his bag and Bryan was dressed again under Diachi’s watchful eye, that it occurred to him to wonder why Hark was carrying rope around with him. When he asked, Hark just looked sheepish.
“It’s not what you’re thinking. Rope can be used for more than tying up bratty subs. I cut off short lengths of hemp and dip them in the wall’s base color, then dab the edges of the mural to fade them.”
Bryan couldn’t help but chuckle at Hark’s defensiveness. “Interesting use, but I still think I prefer the rope’s god-intended use.”
Diachi placed a hand at the small of his back as he guided him out of the room. “Of course, you do, hana.” He pressed a kiss against Bryan’s lips as Hark locked the door behind them. While Hark led them down the steps with a lighter bounce in his step, Bryan smiled. Things were definitely looking up.
Chapter Sixteen
“You coming?” Bryan asked Hark as his Sir continued to stare at the wall in front of them. Sitting in the car, inside the garage, while their Master and warm food waited inside the house seemed kind of silly to Bryan. Especially after their afternoon had flown by as he dealt with one meeting after another. Without his assistant around to pick up the slack, he'd found himself so busy, he wouldn’t have been surprised if he met himself coming and going. He'd barely had time to think as he dealt with not only scheduling issues and production estimates, but the mess surrounding Sharonda’s attack. Thankfully she’d only received a minor concussion. However, the surgery required to fix her broken collarbone would have her out the rest of the week, and probably most of the following. Until then it would be him, Hark, and the temp Human Resources had sent up.
Once Hannah, one of Easton’s assistants, had arrived, things had gone a bit smoother, but he got tired of the way she flirted with his Sir. He’d never thought he’d be glad to see Hark leave, but when the man had gone down to talk to Security, he’d breathed a sigh of relief. He wouldn’t have to watch as Hark tried to gently divert the woman’s attention. While the hour had been peaceful as he’d worked over the new test results on the Wheaton Free line with Easton, he’d found himself watching the clock. By the end of the hour, they’d made significant headway. He’d just been ushering Easton out when Hark had returned with a box full of discs. The same ones now resting in the backseat of the car.
“Sir?”
Hark stirred and glanced over at him. While his new Sir wasn't always the easiest to read, Bryan was getting better at it. Hark didn’t seem to be panicking, but neither was he jumping for joy. More than anything, he just looked bewildered. “I didn’t notice last night, but is there a ritual or routine Diachi will require of us?
“Of course, but relax, it's easy,” Bryan promised. “Master and I have a very simple routine. I come home, take off my shoes at the door, then find Master. He's usually either in the kitchen getting supper ready, or just coming up from his office in the basement. After giving his welcome home kiss, I usually go and shower while he puts the finishing touches on dinner. Then after dinner we relax in the great room or the garden. Although January in Chicago kind of puts the garden out of the equation.”
Hark nodded. “So shoes, find Diachi, kiss, shower, supper, then relax?”
Bryan gave him a smile. “Pretty much. Every once in a while though, he'll surprise me by wanting a scene. If that's the case, when I come in, there’ll be a manila card waiting on the table with his instructions.”
Hark took a deep breath. “Okay. I think I can do this. One last question, do we do all this together?”
“Do what?” The imp inside of Bryan couldn't resist teasing his Sir.
Hark arched a brow at him. “You know exactly what I mean. The shoes, greeting Sir, and eating are definitely group activities, but what about showering?”
Bryan turned in the seat to face him. “That's up to you. I wouldn't kick you out of my shower, but if you'd feel more comfortable showering alone, I'd understand.” He placed his hand on Hark's thigh. “We can take this as fast or slow as you want.”
Hark placed a hand over his. “I thought I was supposed to be the one comforting you.”
“We're a team. You may be my Sir, but we take care of each other. Understand?” He lifted Hark's hand to his lips and pressed a kiss against the back of it. “Master doesn't bite. I promise. If he said he'll take it slow, that's what he's going to do.”
Hark met his eyes. “All right. Never let it be said that Harkahome Akula is a coward.” He gave Bryan's hand a final squeeze before opening the car door. “Let's go before he wonders what's keeping us, and has a good reason to warm our butts.”
Bryan chuckled and exited the car. “Heaven forbid that happens.”
“Well, let’s not tempt fate on the first night, hmmm?” Hark rounded the front of the car and placed his hand on the small of Bryan's back.
“Okay, since you've asked so nicely. I’ll behave — but all bets are off tomorrow.” He winked at Hark.
“Incorrigible.” Hark shook his head and escorted him toward the kitchen door.
Once they entered the kitchen, both men removed their shoes. Hark seemed to stare at the table expectantly. Glancing that way, Bryan wasn't surprised to see the table empty because he knew his Master. If Diachi promised not to press for a scene, then he would abstain. Bryan could only hope, however, if his master needed him, he’d take him.
The sound of footsteps on the stairs had both men turning. Emerging from the basement, Diachi carried a familiar coffee cup and small plate littered with crumbs from what must have been his late afternoon snack. Pleasure filled his dark eyes as he took in both men. “You're both home.”
“Of course, Master.” Bryan caught Hark's hand and tugged him across the room as Diachi set the dishes on the counter. “We had a productive day at work. Sir even brought home some of the tapes from Security to see if he can figure out who attacked Sharonda yesterday.” He bent his head and brushed his mouth across Diachi's, savoring the taste of the oolong tea his master had been drinking. As usual the quick kiss Bryan had planned went to the wayside when Diachi clasped the back of his neck and took control of it. He eagerly parted his lips and welcomed the thrust of Diachi's tongue against his own. He not only loved his master, but he loved the feel of his master's lips against his own. The man knew how to kiss.
Behind them, Hark made a sound deep in his throat, so filled with longing, when Diachi released Bryan’s mouth, he sighed. “Something tells me, Master, Sir wants a taste”
Diachi brushed the lock of blond hair that had fallen forward during their embrace. “Then all he has to do is ask, hana.” He gave Bryan's ass a pat. “Go shower. I've laid out two robes on the end of the bed. Yours is red.”
Bryan nodded. “Of course, Master.” He gave Hark a reassuring nudge when he walked by. The other man grumbled warningly. Bryan suppressed his smile until he entered the master suite. Poor Hark.
* * * *
Diachi watched as Bryan entered their bedroom with a bounce in his step. His hana didn't let things get him down for long. He was glad Bryan was acting normally for once. It would go a long way into easing Hark into their life. He listened expectantly for the shower to turn on. On more than one occasion, Bryan had been tempted to curl up on their bed. A few moments later the shower kicked on.
“Good b
oy.” Diachi turned back to find Hark closer than he'd expected. Even larger than Bryan, Hark towered over him a good ten inches, which left him gazing directly at Hark's sternum.
“Couldn't wait to get closer, koibito?” He kept his tone even and waited to see how Hark reacted to the endearment. He knew it meant lover, and it’d been years since Dicahi had used it. His lover had always been the man trembling in front of him. It was not a term he had ever used with Bryan.
A rough sigh escaped Hark and he shrugged his shoulders. “Fuck, I don't know what I'm doing, Diachi.”
“Look at me, Harkahome.” He waited patiently for the man to lift his gaze. When he did, Diachi could see the unease in the dark gray depths of his eyes. “Would it help if I made the first move this time?”
Hark winced but gave a short nod, his body language finally subtly relaxing. “Yeah, probably.”
Relief filled Diachi. Nerves could be a bitch with new submissives — even ones who had been submissive in the past. Closing the short distance between their bodies, he tugged Hark down until he could reach the other man's lips. Brushing his own across them, he savored the salty taste of Hark. Obviously he’d been nibbling at pistachios again.
“Yum. Nutty. Salty.” He lightly nipped Hark’s lower lip before laving the sting away with his tongue. Then he drew back with a smile. “Good evening, koibito.” He gave Hark the same swat on the behind as he had Bryan, then turned him toward the master suite. Hark actually jumped in surprise. “Now go wash up while I start supper. Bryan should be close to done by now. Your robe is also on the foot of our bed. It's the purple one.”
“Yes, Sir.” Hark swallowed and stalked toward the bedroom.
A smile tugged at Diachi's lips. “And Hark? If you find our submissive in the shower jerking off – don’t let him come – no matter how much he begs.”
A silent laugh shook the man's shoulders. “Yes, Sir. No coming allowed.” Then he disappeared into the bedroom.
Shaking his head, he opened the fridge and pulled out a package of thick cut bacon, two ripened tomatoes from Olivia’s observatory and a head of fresh leaf lettuce. Tonight he was in the mood for a good old fashioned BLT. He was sure his men wouldn’t complain.
He had the bacon draining on the folded paper towels and was slicing the tomatoes when the whiff of Irish Spring reached his nose. Glancing over his shoulder, his need for food suddenly disappeared. Standing side-by-side in their robes, Bryan and Hark were beyond tempting. Not only did the silk faithfully mold itself to his men’s bodies, Bryan had convinced Hark to keep his hair loose. It hung like an ebony curtain all the way to his waist.
Setting the knife down, he turned to face them and made a circling motion with his finger. Bryan actually giggled and spun while Hark frowned, but then reluctantly followed suit. From the back he could see the beautiful bonsai trees Su-lin had embroidered on the back. The gold thread contrasted the deep purple of Hark’s robe, while the black thread popped against Bryan’s red robe. She’d outdone herself. As they turned back around, he sighed. They were like perfectly wrapped gifts. Ones he desperately wanted to open. As he continued to stare, Hark finally crossed his arms over his chest.
“Inspection over, Sir?”
“If this were a true inspection you’d be standing in front of me naked, Harkahome.” Diachi joined them, brushing his hands along the shoulders of first Bryan then Hark. “Su-lin did a great job.”
“Su-lin?” Hark’s question wasn’t surprising.
“Master’s clothier on Lake Shore Drive. He insists on an Asian style cut for all my – our lounge wear.” Bryan shrugged. “He likes us to be comfortable.”
“And don't forget easy access.” Diachi slipped his hand under the red silk to flick at one of Bryan's nipple rings. “I do enjoy playing with my subs — especially when we're doing something as mundane as watching TV.”
Bryan bit his lower lip and whimpered. “Dear Lord, we're in for it,” he whispered to Hark as Diachi turned back to the stove.
“I heard that, hana. Are you looking for a paddling?” He picked the knife up again and resumed slicing.
“No, Master.” Bryan's response was quick, but he could hear the humor in it, along with the chuckle Hark gave as Bryan tugged him toward the china cabinet. “Come on, Sir. We need to set the table.”
A soft smile settled on his lips as Diachi took out a thick loaf of sourdough bread and listened to his subs laugh at the fine china he insisted they use. Growing up poor had molded Diachi into the man he'd become. Now that he could afford nice things, he used them.
When he turned to carry the platter of crisp bacon, juicy tomatoes and washed lettuce leafs to the table, Hark appeared and took it from him. “Let me, Sir.”
He watched as Bryan pulled mayonnaise and mustard from the fridge and carried them back to the table. Both of his subs worked side by side until the table was ready for supper. The easy camaraderie between the men warmed his heart. Yes, this just might work.
* * * *
Later that night, Diachi found himself wedged between his submissives as they watched a re-run of Deadliest Catch on The Discovery Channel on the flat-screen TV in the great room. Hark, the largest of the three men, had originally tried to sit on the floor while Bryan had curled around him on the couch. He'd let Hark remain there — taking advantage of his higher position, he'd played with Hark's long hair. It was like ebony silk as it caressed his fingertips. So much softer than he'd remembered it ever being. Spreading it across his right thigh, he'd ran his fingers over it, while toying with the slightly rougher curls pressed against his chest. Laying on the couch as his wont, Bryan had pillowed his head on Diachi's other thigh.
Even as Diachi longed for more — to see Hark bound and begging for him, he was finding some contentment despite the erection tenting his silk pajama bottoms. Lord knew how he was going to sleep tonight with both men in bed with him, but he'd persevere. He needed to prove to Hark he wasn't going to share just select portions of his life with Bryan. Hark would be included in everything — and would have the option to join or not.
Well up to an extent.
He was the Dom and it was up to him to guide his submissives to where they wanted to go — and even sometimes push them outside of those boundaries.
“Damn, Master. I swear the man sounds sexier and sexier each time we watch the show.” Bryan rubbed his cheek against Diachi's thigh as he referred to the show's narrator. “I could come just listening to him recite his grocery list. I can't believe they took his other show off. I so loved watching him get dirty.”
Diachi lightly tugged on one of Bryan's curls. “Is that so?”
Bryan batted his lashes at him. “Of course, Master. You have to admit there's something extremely sexy about watching a man get dirty by working hard. All those gleaming muscles.”
In front of them, Hark stifled his laugh behind his palm.
“You think this is funny, do you?” Diachi tugged on Hark's hair firmly, drawing the man's head back until he could see Hark's upturned face.
“A little,” Hark admitted. “I'd never have guessed the CEO of Sterling Foods had a man crush on Mike Rowe.”
Bryan propped his head up with one arm. “Aw, come on, Sir. Spill. What man would be your “if it was the last day on Earth” fuck?”
Diachi nearly choked. Leave it to his sub to pull the rug right out from under Hark.
“Excuse me?”
Bryan pursed his lips. “You heard me. Every guy has a fantasy guy they'd fuck if it was their last day on earth. Mine is Mike Rowe. Master here...” He nudged Diachi. “His is Nathan Fillion. So who's yours?”
“Ummm, I guess I've never thought about it.” Hark rolled his shoulders. “I mean, I don't go around thinking the world's ending.”
“Aw, come on!” Bryan pulled on his hair. “There has to be someone. I know — Antonio Banderas!”
Hark shook his head. “Nope. Too Latin for me.”
Bryan cocked his head. “How about Chris Helmsworth?”
Hark arched a brow at him. “The guy who played Thor?”
“Sure. All those muscles and flowing blond hair. Damned if it wouldn't give you something to hang on to.”
“I’d imagine those are extensions, hana,” Diachi broke in, loving the banter between the men. Bryan was doing a good job keeping Hark's mind off the fact bedtime was closely approaching
“Spoilsport.” Bryan stuck out his tongue. “So Chris is out and so’s Antonio?” He snapped his fingers. “How about David Beckham? He's got all those gorgeous tats and is athletic.”
“Is he always like this?” Hark croaked.
“Pretty much.” Diachi gave him a grin. “Sometimes better...but sometimes worse. Especially if he's been into the sauce. Can you believe it? Two beers and he's goner. Get's frisky as pup before crashing hard.”
“Master! We're not talking about my drinking habits. We gotta find Hark's last fuck on Earth. These things are important!” Bryan's protest was lost in Hark's laugh. Diachi couldn't help but smile. It was good to hear his koibito laugh again. Deep and rich, it was the kind of sound that warmed him to his soul. Much like his hana's smile.
Finally getting his laughter under control, Hark sighed. “He's going to keep after me until I make a choice, isn't he?”
“Probably,” Diachi admitted. “Either you choose or he'll chose for you. I picked Nathan Fillion so I wouldn't get stuck with some rapper named Marky-Mark.”
Hark sputtered. “You mean Mark Walhberg?”
Diachi shrugged his shoulders. “I have no idea.” He glanced up at the clock on the mantle. It was approaching eleven. “But I suggest we shelf this discussion for another day. It’s time for bed.”
Hark grew quiet. “Of course. I’ll see you in the morning.” He started to rise to his feet, but came to a sudden stop when Diachi tightened his hand around the hair that had been resting on his thigh. “Whoa.”
“Where do you think you’re going?” Diachi asked him softly.
Hark’s eyes grew shuttered. “Downstairs. To bed as you suggested.”
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