At Her Husband's Command

by Harlem,Lily

  “Yes, Sir. I know, Sir.”

  Rupert chuckled and Lottie pressed closer to him. He was hard, his erection jutting against her hip. But Rupert had incredible stamina; he could wring orgasm after orgasm out of her and any other sub before he came himself. She was in awe of his control. She’d rarely seen him lose it, and certainly not since they’d been living the lifestyle. It was as though the rules and discipline had strengthened him. Gave him more control over his lust.

  “I think, Tia,” Rupert said. “That although your master has just taken pleasure, he hasn’t had the fun of seeing you squirm. Perhaps you should tread carefully.”

  “Yes,” Tia said. “I will.”

  “Sir,” Kyle said. “You will address Rupert as Sir. He is a dom of high standing and I will not have you disregard that.”

  “Sorry, Sir, and yes, Sir, Rupert, Sir, I’m sorry. I meant no disrespect.”

  Lottie cracked open her eyes, then blinked in the dim lighting. It had been brilliant and bright in her mind, everything clear and white.

  Tia sat in the same chair, unmoved, with her hands in her lap and her head bowed.

  She was in for it. As Rupert had just said, she needed to tread carefully.

  “And…” Kyle said, reaching for Tia’s hand. “There’s this. I haven’t forgotten.” He lifted her fingers to his nose and breathed in deep. “How could I forget? The scent of your pussy is lacing your fingers.”

  “I’m so sorry, Sir. I really am.” Anxiety laced her tone.

  Kyle tipped her chin with the crook of his finger. He looked into her eyes. “You will be.”

  Chapter Seven

  Tia clenched her hands together so tightly her nails dug into her palms. Oh, why hadn’t she been able to resist sneaking her fingers between her legs and rubbing her clit when she’d seen Lottie getting the attention of both the doms in the room?

  It had turned her the hell on. She’d wanted to be over the table being spanked and hand-fucked and with a big, fat cock in her mouth. Her body craved it, she’d squirmed on the seat, moisture had leaked from her pussy, and her labia had swelled. With her heart racing and her breaths coming quickly, she’d dragged at her tight red dress and sought out her clit.

  It hadn’t been worth it, though, two hard rubs, not enough to sate any of her lust. Plus, Kyle had caught her.

  She’d thought his attention otherwise engaged but that hadn’t been the case. And why was she surprised? He was always aware of what she was doing, where she was; fuck, sometimes it was as if he were a trained mind reader.

  She glanced at Lottie, who was now cradled on her master’s lap looking like the cat who’d got the cream. She had a contented smile on her face, the type that told Tia her new friend had been to subspace and was now basking in the afterglow of all those chemicals her body had released and the euphoric state that a double orgasm could achieve.

  Lucky thing!

  “Look at me.” Kyle kept her face tilted to his as he stared into her eyes.

  She could see desire and excitement dancing in his irises. He was enjoying his evening and for her it was only just beginning—or so she hoped.

  The door to the dining room opened.

  Kyle turned away from her.

  “I apologise,” Ivor said, folding his arms. “Something came up.”

  Tia pressed her lips together to hold in a smart remark about her knowing exactly what had come up—his cock.

  Kyle glanced at her.

  Quickly she tried to straighten her lips and she glanced at her lap again rather than Ivor.

  Fuck. He’d known what had gone through her mind, she was sure of it. Damn him and the fact that he knew her so well.

  “I trust you had a good time with the breadboard,” Ivor said, reaching for it. He placed his palm over the wood.

  “Yes, we did. A most excellent toy for all of our boxes; we’ll be buying our own this weekend,” Rupert said. He stroked Lottie’s hair back from her face. “But I fear we’ve exhausted this little sub.”

  “She can lie with Melody,” Ivor said, “in our bed. My wife is also in an exhausted state.”

  “But very happy with it, I trust,” Rupert said.

  “Oh, yes, couldn’t be happier.” Ivor smiled and for a moment his stern demeanour dropped. He was clearly besotted with Melody and she obviously kept him very satisfied.

  Tia smiled. It was lovely to witness such love.

  “Though we have one sub who is not completely exhausted,” Kyle said, hooking his finger around Tia’s collar and urging her to stand. “And not only that, she’s been rather disobedient.”

  “Oh?” Ivor raised his eyebrows. “Has she?”

  “Yes,” Kyle said. “I think it may be time to use your playroom, if that would be okay with you, Ivor.”

  A tremble of anticipation went through Tia. She’d been in Ivor and Melody’s playroom before. It was well stocked and of course living where they lived, there was no curtail on the amount of noise they could make, which meant anything went.

  “Of course.” Ivor nodded then took a sip of his wine. “In that case, we should all go upstairs.”

  Kyle leaned in closer. “You should be prepared to submit to three doms who all want to see you learn your lesson.” He swiped his lips over hers.

  Tia gulped. Three doms. And just her, the only sub? The other women not there to deflect attention, dilute the punishment.

  Fuck.

  Kyle pulled a slim, black leather lead from his pocket. He hooked it onto her collar with the silver clasp, then wound the other end around his hand. “I’d be on your best behaviour from now on if I were you.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She knew there was little she could do to change his mind about her needing punishing so she followed meekly behind him.

  Of course she could safeword, ask to go home, change her mind about the whole thing—but where would the fun in that be? And besides, she wanted to come, spectacularly the way Lottie had and, most likely, Melody too.

  Once they reached the top of the stairs, Tia was aware of Rupert behind her. He had Lottie folded into his arms, carrying her the way a gallant prince would his princess.

  “Through here,” Ivor said, pushing a door to the right, which appeared to lead to a plush bedroom. “She’ll be quite comfortable and we’re only next door.”

  “I’ll stay with her for a few minutes,” Rupert said. “And make sure she settles.”

  “As you wish,” Ivor said with a smile. “Come and find us when you’re ready.” He turned to Kyle. “Please, come through.”

  Watching the lead sway before her, Tia followed the doms into the playroom.

  The black velvet wallpaper was doused in shadows and several candles flickered on the windowsill. The spanking bench stood pride of place in the centre of the room, but that wasn’t the only object—there were hooks on the wall, set out so someone could be harnessed with their arms and legs apart. More on the ceiling so a person could be held up, perhaps on their tiptoes. Plus, there was a large cupboard and a chest of drawers. Tia would love to have unhindered access to them and have a good look at Ivor and Melody’s playthings. She was sure they’d have some great toys. Likely ones she hadn’t come across before.

  “Stop,” Kyle said, turning to face her.

  Tia did as instructed.

  He unhooked her lead and passed it to Ivor.

  Ivor set it on the top of the chest of drawers.

  “You are the sweetest sub I’ve ever had,” Kyle said, his words dangerously calm. “But also the most disobedient.”

  “I’m sorry, Sir.”

  “No, you’re not.” He smiled, just a little. “Sorry, that is.”

  Again Tia pressed her lips together to hold in a smile. She loved being naughty and he loved that she didn’t always behave as she should. It meant for some great spanking fun and awesome sex. Had she been a good sub, he’d likely have become bored years ago and found someone who bent his rules for fun.

  He tugged the zipper on her red dre
ss. It ran from her cleavage to the hem and as he drew it downward the tight material loosened around her ribs.

  Her breasts sprang free, then her abdomen was exposed, then her mound covered in a strip of pale hair, and finally her thighs.

  As the zipper came completely free, Ivor stepped in behind her. He took hold of the dress at her shoulders and eased it down her arms.

  She stood naked before her dom. Her nipples were tight, her breasts tingling with the need for stimulation. What did he have in mind for her? What was going to happen?

  “Can I assist you with anything?” Ivor asked.

  Tia looked at the floor. She knew Ivor wouldn’t fuck her. He and Melody didn’t play like that, fucking was their exclusive thing, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t flog her—he had done so last time they’d gone for a club dinner—or that he wouldn’t make her come, or come on her—he’d done that too.

  “Yes, actually you can,” Kyle said. “I was interested in the new Shibari knots you were talking about when we last met. Rupert has also been talking of them.”

  “Ah, yes. Of course.”

  Tia’s breath trembled from her. She’d heard of Shibari, of course she had. It meant, simply, to tie. She’d also seen it done at a kink event, but never had she been roped up with such intricacy. It looked so absolute, so secure, and also quite beautiful.

  “Would you like me to demonstrate on your sub?” Ivor asked.

  “Yes, please. I’d appreciate that, and I think it might be useful for what I have in mind.”

  Tia glanced at the spanking bench, wondering if she’d be roped to that or if she’d be harnessed to the wall.

  Ivor went to the chest of drawers and pulled open the top one. He lifted out a length of rope the colour of gingerbread and with a slightly hairy texture. “This is new,” he said. “And will work well.”

  “Of course.” Kyle stood behind Tia. He raised her arms then pressed her wrists together. “See, like this. It looks perfect, don’t you think?”

  “Ah, yes, okay,” Ivor said. “And yes, it does look perfect.” He looked at Tia and a softer expression came over his face. “Safeword and it’s off, and also, same rules as ever, any pins and needles, pain in your extremities and I need to know straight away.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Kyle slipped his hands down so he was cupping her elbows and her forearms were pressed together in front of her face.

  Tia shivered. Not because she was cold, but because of the way she was surrounded by two big, hard, hot men who were treating her body like a grownup’s toy—she only hoped they’d remember that she needed pleasuring too.

  Of course they would.

  Ivor began to wind the ropes from her forearms up toward her wrists. He created small knots amidst a series of loops, and the emerging rigging created geometric patterns and shapes that contrasted beautifully with the shape of her arms.

  It was tight, but not overly so, and the way it held her in one large grasp, as opposed to a single hoop of rope, was surprisingly comforting.

  In silence she watched Ivor work. The ropes and their texture provided a contrast to her smooth pale skin and curves. She felt almost like a canvas, and the rope was the paint and brush Ivor was using on her.

  “Pretty,” Kyle said, when Ivor tied a final knot near her hands.

  “A simple design, this one, but very effective.” He took Tia’s hands in his, cupping them in his big palms. “Your hands are warm, sub, if they start to feel cold, you must tell us.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Kyle released her elbows and slid his hands over the dips of her waist and the flare of her hips. “How do you feel?” he asked against her ear.

  “As if I’ve had all control removed.” And she did. With her forearms bound together in front of her face, so precisely that she had no hope of removing the rope on her own, she really was at the mercy of her doms.

  “Good.” He slipped his fingers down to her pussy lips and pressed against her clit. “No danger of you trying to pleasure yourself now, is there?”

  “No, Sir.”

  He tightened one hand around her waist and with the other rubbed her just where she wanted stimulation.

  Her knees weakened but he gripped her closer.

  “Oh, Sir.”

  “So damn greedy for it,” he said, “I think it’s time to see how you cope with getting it all of the time.”

  She wanted to say that she liked the sound of that, but resisted; back chat would not end well.

  Ivor chuckled and stepped aside. He reached upwards and released a hook that was held flat against the ceiling.

  “Over here, sub,” Kyle said, stopping the delicious stimulation he was providing her with and urging her to walk to Ivor.

  She went willingly and quickly guessed what was happening.

  Ivor lowered the hook and Kyle looped the hanging coil of rope near her hands over it.

  Ivor then fiddled with it, a look of extreme concentration on his face, and the hook retracted.

  It tugged her arms higher; she straightened her legs and elongated her spine. She had to go on tiptoes and her torso was stretched. It was strange to feel the skin taut against her ribs and her breasts jutted upwards.

  “Mmm,” Kyle said, again running his hands over her waist and hips. “That’s so pretty. How does it feel?”

  “Okay… I think… Sir.” She stared at the knotted rope in front of her.

  “Relax, let the ropes hold you,” Ivor said, pressing his hands over hers. “They’re done in such a way that your weight will be evenly spread. There isn’t one bit of your arms that will have any more pressure exerted than anywhere else. It should be comfortable; if not, I’ll adjust.”

  She did as instructed, releasing some of the tension in her body to allow the ropes to support her. Ivor was right, the position was comfortable.

  She allowed her body to relax as best it could. It wasn’t natural, she was still on her toes, but there was something incredibly sexy about being made so long and drawn out.

  “I see you’re having fun in here,” Rupert said, stepping into the room.

  “Is Melody still asleep?” Ivor asked.

  “Yes, so is Lottie, they’re both snuggled together, very sweet actually.” Rupert drifted his gaze over Tia. “And this one is looking sweet too.”

  Tia dropped her line of sight to the floor. His appreciative expression served to further turn her on.

  What did Kyle have in store for her?

  Her master scooped her breasts into his hands and massaged them. His breaths were warm on her skin, his body so close to hers it created another tremble of longing. She sometimes wondered if there was a nerve connection between her tits and her cunt; the stimulation of her breasts always made the need to come so much stronger.

  “Okay, that’s it, we’re all here,” Kyle murmured against her ear. “Time to get started.”

  Chapter Eight

  Kyle released Tia’s breasts and stepped away.

  Ivor held something out to him; Tia couldn’t quite see what.

  But her curiosity was soon satisfied when her master stood at her side again holding two nipple clamps. They were decorated with pretty red feathers that fluttered as he held them aloft.

  “May I?” Rupert asked, coming to stand on her other side.

  “Of course,” Kyle said.

  Rupert looked into Tia’s eyes; as he did so he pulled and tweaked and elongated her right nipple.

  It hurt, deliciously so. The skin twisted and peaked and as he stretched it further, Kyle reached around and placed the first clamp on.

  Fuck.

  She sucked in a breath. It was a tight one, the nip of pain almost too much to bear.

  “You love it, really,” Kyle said, holding her chin and forcing her to look at him and away from her tortured nipple.

  “Yes… Sir.” Damn it. Heat rose over her breast; she tried to curl her toes but it was hard in the position she was in. She twisted, her instincts were to get a
way from the pain, her arms remained locked firm but her torso and hips writhed.

  “No, keep still.” Kyle held her waist. “Keep still. We’ll make it so good for you.”

  Tia panted and shut her eyes. She knew he would, but this bit… there was still another clamp to cope with.

  She was aware of Rupert switching his attention to her other breast. She was grateful for the new sensation to concentrate on and sighed into the manipulation of her left nipple.

  All too soon, though, the other clamp was applied.

  “Ow… oh… no.”

  “Look at me, breathe through it,” Kyle said, holding her face. “It’s okay.”

  “It hurts, it’s too much.”

  “So say the word. That’s all you have to do and they’ll be gone.” He stroked his fingers through the hair at her temples. “You know the word, just say it if you need to, baby. It’s fine if you do.”

  There was real concern in his eyes as well as love and respect.

  She blew out a breath through pursed lips and tensed her belly. She tried to stretch out her fingers but her knuckles were encased in rope. She didn’t want to use her safeword. Besides, she’d taken more than this in the past. Hell, Lottie had just taken so much more than this.

  “That’s it,” Kyle said, “you can handle nipple clamps.”

  “But they are wicked, those ones,” Ivor said, his deep voice rumbling around the room. “Melody says they’re sharks disguised as parakeets with those teeth and feathers.”

  Kyle chuckled quietly. “I can see why she’d say that.” He ran his hand over the column of Tia’s neck. “Are you coping, my darling?”

  She nodded. “Yes.”

  “Good.” He ran his hands over her buttocks.

  There were more hands on her. Rupert’s as well as Kyle’s.

  She closed her eyes and sank into the moment of being adored and fondled. They left no part of her untouched, stroking her back and shoulders, sliding through her hair and circling the lobes of her ears. The caresses drifted downwards, over her legs, tickling behind her knees and tracing the shape of her calves and ankles.

  There were kisses too—hot mouths, laving tongues, which left sweet damp patches.