by Lynn Stark
Colt smiled and stroked the man’s jaw. He couldn’t believe the very tender feelings the man brought out in him. He also felt very protective, though Avery had done a fairly good job of taking care of himself thus far.
“I don’t mind at all. I’m a control freak with a mild sadistic streak, not a heartless beast.”
Avery laughed softly, his eyes clearing of worry. “Okay. I’ll remember that.”
He watched as Gilly kept looking at Avery and biting his lip. “If you’re feeling tired, Gilly, feel free to go on up to bed. I have a couple of subs who need my attention.”
“Yeah, I am a little tired. Gerard worked my ass off all afternoon.” He covered a yawn then blushed. “Sorry. I’ll just head off to bed.” His eyes went to where Clarissa and Bliss were cuddling in a large red leather chair. “They can’t really be too bad, can they? They look so innocent.”
Colt chuckled as he went toward the two women. “You have no idea.” He stopped and turned toward the two men as they headed for the door. “Avery?” The angelic face turned toward him. “Thank you for trusting me.”
“I’d trust you with anything.”
He dipped his head in acknowledgment. “I’m honored. Good-night. Sleep well, you two.”
As soon as the men were gone he turned back to his lovers. They were mere inches away from him. He couldn’t wait to get them undressed. Normally they would have already been naked and at his mercy, but he had wanted to settle the matter with Avery’s brothers first.
“Now about having a horse brought into my office.”
“It was Clarissa’s idea,” Bliss said in a petulant voice, giving the other woman a heated look. “I didn’t want anything to do with it!” She sniffed, crossed her arms over her chest, and looked away from Clarissa.
They could be quite the little actresses when the moment arrived and this moment was no different than a thousand before it. No matter how many times they began a scene in a similar manner, Colt never tired of it.
“It was not my idea. She told me what she wanted to do and I told her it was crazy, that you would punish us for it. But did she listen? No!”
Closing the narrow gap between them Colt reached out and grasped Clarissa’s heavy mane of light auburn hair, holding it in a tight fist as he pulled her up onto her toes against his body. “If she jumped off a cliff, would you?”
“Only if I had a parachute,” Clarissa shot back. Her very manner told him just how she wanted to play that night. She wanted it rough and his cock hardened accordingly.
Even though he enjoyed control, he often let them set the tone. They had been together so long that he could read them easily. He had learned very early in his adult sexual discovery that learning a partner’s needs, and addressing them, was the most important factor in achieving mutual satisfaction. If he couldn’t pleasure these two extraordinary women, give them exactly what they needed, what was the point of any of it? He would be a very poor lover if he took only what he needed and gave nothing in return. Selfishness was not part of his nature.
“I know exactly what to do with you,” Colt told her, his voice low and dark. He felt Clarissa tremble against him, saw the darkening of her eyes. Her pupils dilated and her lips parted as her breathing quickened.
Bending he lifted Clarissa and tossed her over his shoulder. Walking to where Bliss continued her pout, he caught her by the neck and pushed her toward the door. He didn’t miss the provocative sway of her hips. She thought to tempt him out of punishing her, another game which they played occasionally. Either woman could do things to earn them an “out.” This time, however, he had a little surprise for them both. It had been a while since he had played the denial card, but he was considering doing so tonight.
Bliss opened the door at the end of the hall with the key around her neck. It was kept locked at all times. Though he trusted the people who came in to clean his house, this was one room no one needed to snoop in.
He closed the door after him and put Clarissa on her feet. “Get undressed and assume the position,” he told them.
“What about you?”
His eyebrows rose at Bliss’s question. Speaking by the subs was limited inside the playroom and was by his instigation, asking for responses as he judged their state. They were not permitted to question him.
The only response he gave was a single word. He spoke in an unyielding tone. “Now.”
Bliss had realized instantly that she had crossed the line. There were very clear boundaries. It had to be that way. She lowered her eyes and moved away from him, beginning to undress as she went. He watched for a moment as they peeled off their clothes, folding each item before moving onto the next.
Once they had moved to the center of the room, stepping up to the platform and kneeling, Colt walked around them, his gaze roaming over their bodies appreciatively. It was moments like these that the three of them enjoyed in a way only those with darker needs understood. For him it was about control and discipline, not only for himself but for his submissives. It had always been that way for him and he supposed what made Clarissa and Bliss so perfect was that they matched him in reflecting desires. Neither woman was a pain slut, seeking to reach further and further beyond limits where pain was achieved by brutal methods. He had no need to inflict such treatment on his subs to achieve the satisfaction he sought. And they had never asked for such things. Their limits were set and agreed upon. They respected the power they held over one another.
Colt believed this was why they had been together for so long. They suited one another perfectly and he had no desire to change it, though they understood that everything went through a metamorphosis as time went on.
“Down.”
As Bliss and Clarissa leaned forward, lowering their shoulders to the floor, he moved behind them. He reached up for the leather manacles suspended from a chain hanging from the ceiling. He fastened Bliss’s slender wrists behind her back. Once he had checked them for tightness, he brought the chain slowly upward and locked it in place so that her arms were now pulled upward behind her back. After checking the bindings he went to a cabinet and took out a bottle of oil. It was mixed with cinnamon and would give a burn Bliss would appreciate. It was her personal favorite. He took his time massaging it into her soft skin. He didn’t reprimand her for the escape of a low moan.
After cleaning his hands Colt walked to the wall where there was a selection of crops, whips, and floggers. He chose a crop. As he took it down he stroked his hand along the braid surrounding the shaft, flexing it.
Colt walked around the women kneeling on the platform, examining them again. A smile curved his mouth as he noted that Bliss was definitely excited by being restrained in such a manner. The creamy juices were flowing from her ripe, swollen pussy.
The sight and scent of her arousal made his blood run hot. He felt the power of his own arousal. It strained at the front of his slacks. Taking a deep breath into his lungs, he felt peacefulness, his control firmly in place. His cock flagged. He didn’t want to be hard as he meted out punishment on his subs. It was like tempting a saint and a saint he was not.
The crop striking across the firm flesh of Bliss’s rounded ass snapped in the air. Colt’s cock jumped, threatening to fill again. He smiled when she whimpered. It wasn’t a sound of distress. No, she wanted more and he would give it to her.
The crop struck her nine more times, the soft skin reddening, welts rising. They laddered over her buttocks and thighs. His eyes narrowed on them as he admired his gift to her and he took another deep, calming breath as his body shuddered with suppressed pleasure. Later, Bliss would stand in front of a full length mirror to admire the marks. Then he would reap the benefits as she would run to him, throwing herself against him, begging for him make love to her.
Once he finished Colt released the pressure on her arms. Bliss relaxed, her cheek against the floor, her hands resting on her back. He watched as her body trembled. Though she hadn’t been allowed to orgasm, there was no mistaking the fac
t that she had enjoyed every moment of her punishment. The insides of her soft thighs were coated with her slick juices, running down nearly to her knees.
Walking around the platform to her head he tapped her cheek with the end of the crop. She raised her head enough to kiss it, but didn’t look up at him. Satisfied he had achieved his goal with her Colt was about to discipline Clarissa when there was a loud thump above his head.
Frowning, he looked at the ceiling. It would take quite a hit for the sound to be heard through the soundproofing. When there was more violently hard thumping he made a low, growling sound as he realized the cause.
Gilly and Avery were at it again.
He sighed, knowing he had to see if they were harming one another. It was irritating, particularly because he didn’t like being interrupted when he was in the middle of pleasuring his subs and himself. Having to end it to break up the pair upstairs was not something he was pleased about. He knew Bliss had achieved what she wanted but Clarissa was left unsatisfied. That irritated him more than anything else. He was needed by them and leaving at this point was something he wouldn’t easily forgive himself for. On the other hand, he didn’t know enough about the two men upstairs to know how seriously they would hurt each other if he didn’t put a stop to it.
“Clarissa, take care of Bliss. Then the two of you come upstairs.”
Colt hurried upstairs, his long strides carrying him down the hall until he reached the room Gilly had chosen. He opened the door to find Avery straddling the other man, pinning Gilly’s arms above his head.
He didn’t know whether to laugh or demand answers. Colt chose to stand there staring until the two realized he was there. Avery was dressed much as he had been the night before. Obviously Gilly had convinced him to dress again. This time he was wearing only stockings and a black garter belt and fire-engine-red stilettoes. His hair was brushed out and the curls bounced around his slender shoulders as he kept the man struggling beneath him pinned to the floor.
When Gilly spotted him he flushed and jerked his head in Colt’s direction. Avery’s head came up and wide blue eyes looked at him with a combination of fear and excitement. He let go of Gilly’s wrists and sat up. The beautiful cock between the man’s legs jutted out. Obviously the wrestling match had been a huge turn-on.
“Problem?”
Both men flushed a deep red. “Just a disagreement.”
“What was it about this time?” he asked with the patience so many people envied. It took a lot to anger him, but when it took hold, watch out. He locked on target and never wavered until the situation, or the person, was dealt with accordingly.
“Shoes,” Gilly muttered.
“What about shoes?”
“Avery wouldn’t let me try them on.”
“Because your feet are too fat.”
“They’re the same size as yours.”
“They are not. Yours are fat. You need a much wider shoe. You can go buy your own tomorrow.”
Colt held back the laughter. He was all for people exploring and expressing themselves. If Gilly wanted to try wearing women’s shoes, then he certainly wouldn’t do anything to inhibit the man. Laughter at the wrong time could be quite debilitating, however, so he bit it back.
“That’s an excellent idea. Gilly, you and Avery can go shopping together tomorrow.”
“I have to work tomorrow.”
“Then after work. Now, I have two lovely ladies to attend to. Please try to settle your differences a little more quietly in the future.” Colt started to turn toward the door before he chuckled and turned back. “I was thinking you were a bottom, Avery. I would never have guessed you were a switch.”
“No. I’m bottom all the way with the guys. I just didn’t want this one to put his fat feet in my new shoes.”
Gilly grabbed Avery and flipped them, reversing their positions. “My feet aren’t fat. Yours are just abnormally skinny. Now, bottom boy, what are you going to do now?”
Colt was nearly out the door when he heard Avery say silkily, “I’m going to let you suck my dick. That’ll pay for the run you put in my stocking.” Hearing this, he didn’t bother trying to hold back his laughter any longer.
Closing the door he walked to his room, not surprised to see Clarissa and Bliss waiting for him. They were kneeling, heads bowed, palms up on their thighs. Just the sight of them was a renewal of everything he felt. It wasn’t just what they were willing to do, what they expected of him, but what they could be together.
And, like a fool, he had almost let it all slip away.
“Come here,” he commanded softly. He chuckled when they jumped to their feet and threw themselves in his arms. “Have I told you today that I love you both?”
Matching gray eyes stared at him. “You’ve never said it,” Clarissa whispered.
“No,” Bliss confirmed, shaking her head. “You’ve never said it.”
If there had been a moment in his life when he could have cried, or should have cried, this was it. Swallowing the lump in his throat, which felt as if it were about the size of a baseball, he whispered passionately, “I love you. I love you both so much. And I was such a fool to nearly let you get away.”
Problems obviously rose occasionally, being one man with two women. This was one of them. He could have used another mouth and another pair of arms as he kissed one, then the other, holding them close to his body.
Once they had satisfied their initial emotion, Colt released them reluctantly.
“We love you, too,” Bliss told him confidently, her eyes shining.
“What she said,” Clarissa said, obviously very happy.
“Get on the bed. I have to take care of you.”
A half hour later, after gently caring for Bliss’s tender flesh, they were soaking together in the huge tub, bubbles up to their chins. He normally didn’t do bubbles. Or jasmine-scented bubbles, but it was a special occasion. Slippery hands explored his body. Closing his eyes he just soaked it all in.
Colt didn’t know why, but he felt very free at that moment.
Until he heard more loud thumps. What the fuck were they doing to be heard all the way down the hall, with several rooms between?
“What are they doing?” Clarissa finally asked him, clearly as mystified as he was. He shrugged his shoulders, trying not to move.
Bliss was rather busy at that moment, her head in the water as she sucked on his cock. She would surface only long enough to take a breath, wink at him, before diving down on him again. As pleasurable as it was it wasn’t enough to distract him from the noises coming from down the hall. And he had been feeling so mellow, too. With Bliss sucking on the head of his cock, he knew he wasn’t jumping out of the tub to separate the other two men. They were on their own.
“Gilly wants to wear Avery’s new red shoes. Avery wants Gilly to suck his dick. I suspect they are trying to settle their differences.”
“Sounds like fun. We should go watch.”
Colt had no plans on leaving the bathtub at that moment. Bliss had come up for air and was now submerged again. A small hand cupped his balls and squeezed firmly. A groan escaped him as cum was pumped powerfully from his body.
Clarissa kissed his jaw, laughing as his back arched, and his body lifting Bliss out of the water. She was spluttering, her hair plastered to her face, as she tried to get air. Then she was pushing her hair away and grinning, wiping cum from her chin with wet fingers.
“You’re shameless,” Clarissa accused. “Did you leave anything for me?”
“No.” She licked her lips and reached for the shampoo. She was still straddling Colt’s legs as she clicked back the cap and filled her palm. “I’m selfish that way.”
Colt watched as Clarissa moved behind Bliss. She scooped some of the shampoo with her fingers then rubbed her hands together before she began working it through the long strands. Once the lather was worked up, her hands worked down over the other woman’s body, spreading the creamy white foam over her neck and shoulders and down
slender arms. Suds were rubbed over her ribcage and then upward over soft breasts. Clarissa pinched taut, soapy nipples, pulling them until Bliss was moaning and squirming, her thighs tightening on his.
“Clarissa,” he said softly. “Come here. I want to fuck you.”
She and Bliss switched places, Bliss sliding back when Clarissa moved. She smiled seductively as she straddled his hips and lowered her onto the thick erection he steadied for her. The heat and grip of her pussy as it slid down the length of his cock made Colt’s balls tighten a warning. He laughed softly at his obvious need and slid his hands around her narrow waist.
Colt brought her close, their wet torsos pressing together, and wrapped her in his arms. Their mouths met, locked, as he captured her mouth roughly and demanded entrance. Soft lips parted. He swallowed her moan of pleasure as he began thrusting his cock up into her pussy, pushing deep, holding her hips so they ground together. Their tongues dueled, tangling, dancing and exploring. He loved kissing. This time was no different. He kissed Clarissa until she was wild with it, pulling back so she could nip his lower lip with her small teeth.
Grinning when her body began undulating against his, water sloshing, he watched as her head fell back on her long neck. She rode his thrusting cock as hard as she could, her inner muscles clenching hard around the slick shaft. Her fingernails bit into the flesh across his shoulders as her orgasm approached.
With his balls drawing tight and a tingling at the base of his spine, Colt knew it wouldn’t be long before he came. Gripping the mounds of her rounded ass in his hands he held her tight as Bliss reached between them and, he suspected, pinched Clarissa’s clit. She came apart then, screaming his name. Her muscles worked his rigid flesh, pulsating around it, until he followed her over into a fiery oblivion, shouting his pleasure as hot semen jetted into her channel.
With pounding hearts and ragged breaths, the three of them lay in the cooling water, Bliss and Clarissa resting against his chest.
Taking a deep, steadying breath Colt thought that this should be enough. He shouldn’t want anything more than these two devoted, loving women. They complimented and completed him. Though he was bisexual, he did have two women. They were extraordinary. Why did he need more? Having Gilly and Avery, also two wonderful individuals in their own right, was just being selfish. He needed to focus on Bliss and Clarissa. Wanting or demanding more in the form of lovers and partners, was incredibly unfair to them after so many years together.
