One Gold Knot

by Sadie Haller

  “I don’t know about this, Mac.”

  “It’ll be fine. There’s a first time for everything, and it’s rarely as bad as we anticipate. Sully will be with you the whole time, and with the exception of our small scene, Wilson will be too. Ready?”

  “As I’ll ever be, I suppose.”

  Hildy laughed when she saw Sully languishing on the fainting couch. “Oh my god. Seriously? You are an even bigger diva than I thought.”

  “Not this time. This was Finn’s idea all the way. I gave in gracefully.”

  Mac nearly choked on the water she was drinking. “More like went down kicking and screaming, as I recall.”

  Hildy giggled. “That sounds a little more like Sully.”

  “I knew it would be a huge mistake for you two to ever meet.”

  Mac glared at Sully. “I’m pissed at you for not doing it sooner.”

  “Me too. Bad Sully.”

  “Finn, are you going to let your sub treat me like this?”

  “Hell yeah. Better you than me, my friend.”

  Mac shot a look at Finn and he turned to Hildy. “Can you give me a hand bringing stuff down from the kitchen, Hildy?”

  “Sure, lead the way.”

  As soon as they were out of earshot, Wilson watched Mac turn on Sully, wagging her finger in his face. “You pay close attention to Hildy, particularly during my scene with Finn and Wil. I’ve told her the details and what could be the worst case scenario. I told her to use red if she needs you to get her out of here. I know you feel responsible for both of us, but in this instance, I need your first priority to be Hildy. I will have both Finn and Wil to take care of me.”

  “I don’t want you to worry, love, I’ll take good care of her.”

  “Thanks, Sully.”

  “Mac, are you sure you want to go through with this? I’m concerned about you pushing yourself too far, too fast.”

  “I’m sure Sully. Finn and I had another long talk about it this morning.”

  Wilson was surprised when Sully’s attention was turned on him. “You’d best keep the right head in the right game. I don’t want you concerning yourself over how Hildy’s doing when you’re working on Mac. Clear?”

  “Normally, I’d be offended, but considering how my interest in Hildy has already impaired my judgement once, I’ll take the warning in the spirit in which it was meant. However, whilst I am working on Mac, I’m trusting you to focus all your attention on Hildy’s well-being for me.”

  “Now you’ve both flexed your penises, can we move on to more interesting subjects?” Mac asked.

  Hildy sat next to Sully, fascinated by the activities going on around her, but her attention kept wandering back to Wilson.

  “How are you doing, sweetie?”

  “Oh, I’m fine. Stop fussing like a maiden aunt.” The words had barely spilled from her lips before the first blow of the evening fell on naked flesh and was followed by a long, low moan. She swung her head in the direction of the sounds and her jaw dropped at the sight. There sat Finn with Mac draped over his lap and his hand poised to strike again. She was appalled at her reaction. Part of her was sure she was witnessing abuse and she should step in to put a stop to it, but the larger part of her was aroused and even envious. Mac’s words echoed in her head about the sub being in charge. Still, she’d best check with Sully. He’d never sit by and let something bad happen.

  As she turned, ready to ask her question, Sully smiled and said, “She’s just fine. Finn is going to get her flying a bit before he brings Wilson in with the rope.”

  “If you’re sure.”

  “I am positive. If Finn and Mac’s scene makes you uncomfortable, I can set you up somewhere else to observe other activities, or take you upstairs.”

  “No, I think I’ll be okay. I was just a little surprised.”

  “You handled it well. If you are going to continue watching this scene, I really need you to keep your head. Mac has safewords and two experienced Doms watching her closely for any signs of a problem. Finn is madly in love with her and would slice off both his hands with a rusty band-saw before risking her physical or emotional safety. No matter what you think is happening, you absolutely must stay quiet and out of the way.”

  Hildy nodded. “I know. Mac went over it with me earlier.”

  “In that case, settle yourself down, I think the show is about to really begin.”

  Hildy returned her attention to Mac and Finn’s scene. She wasn’t prepared for the snarl of jealousy and want she felt when Wilson stepped into the scene area, shirtless and ripped. She squirmed subconsciously in her seat as she scrutinised every naked inch of his torso.

  Finn had shifted Mac so she was sitting on his lap, her back against his chest and her legs spread outside of his own. He peppered the crook of her neck with tiny kisses as he took hold of one nipple and pulled it away from her body. He attached a clover clamp on it and let it drop. She’d barely let out a moan before he’d done the same to her other nipple.

  Finn lifted his lips to Mac’s ear. “Colour, love?”

  “I’m green.”

  The exchange was barely audible, but it helped reduce Hildy’s concern. She stole a look at Wilson. He was focused on Finn and Mac, apparently oblivious to everything else going on around him. Finn gave a barely perceptible nod, and as Wilson moved toward the couple, she knew this was as it should be, but she still struggled with the twinges of jealousy that kept pinching her heart.

  She flinched, then relaxed when she realised the hand touching her arm belonged to Sully. “He’s doing a favour. Nothing more. You don’t have to stay.”

  Hildy turned her head slightly, but didn’t take her eyes off the threesome. “No, I’ll be fine.”

  “Okay, but I reserve the right to call red for you if I think it’s getting too much for you.” Hildy nodded.

  Finn took one of Mac’s hands and moved it so her arm was positioned straight out in front of her. “Don’t move until I tell you otherwise.”

  “Okay.”

  “Good girl,” Finn said. He gave Wilson another quick nod as he settled a vibrator over Mac’s clit and flipped the switch. Mac immediately started rolling her hips. Finn pulled the vibrator away then flicked a crop across Mac’s clamped nipples. “I said don’t move.”

  Hildy inhaled sharply and Sully’s hand tightened on her arm when she tried to rise from her seat. “Trust me, she’s fine. She wouldn’t be smiling if she wasn’t. Now breathe.”

  Hildy nodded and took a slow, deep breath as she settled back down, focusing her attention back to Mac’s scene.

  Mac’s head was tilted back and resting on Finn’s shoulder. Her eyes were closed and there was no mistaking her expression for anything but bliss.

  Wilson stood in front of Mac with a length of purple rope in his hand. He doubled it in half and wrapped it around Mac’s wrist, slowly bringing the two loose ends through the folded part of the rope. Then he stopped. Mac was quivering. Finn stroked his knuckles down her cheek. “Colour, love?”

  “Yellow”

  “Okay. Can we leave the rope where it is, or do you need Wil to take it off?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “It’s a binary question, Mac. On or off?”

  Mac chewed on her lip for a minute, then said, “On. I think I’m okay to carry on.”

  Finn clearly had other ideas. “I think we’ll take a minute or two before we continue.” Wilson stepped back and Finn reached back to the little table set to his right and a little behind and grabbed a small tube along with what Hildy now knew to be a butt-plug.

  Hildy’s hand flew to her mouth, but she watched in morbid fascination as Mac’s ass swallowed the plug Finn had generously slathered with lube. She flicked a quick glance in Wilson’s direction, noting the detachment with which he watched, before returning her attention to the scene.

  Finn repositioned Mac and signalled Wilson to come back. Wilson approached, stopping next to Finn. He leaned down and said something too softly fo
r Hildy to catch. Finn nodded, and Wilson crouched in front of Mac. “I need to hear you tell me you want to continue.”

  “I’m green.”

  “No, tell me exactly what you want me to do. I need to hear you say the words, Mac. I will not do this without them.”

  “I want you to use rope on me exactly like we discussed.”

  “What did we agree on, Mac?”

  “Nothing more than simple arm gauntlets.”

  “Very good. Are you ready?”

  “Yes.”

  Wilson took hold of the abandoned rope dangling from Mac’s wrist and tied a series of loops and knots around her forearm, stopping to check in after each. Mac’s breathing seemed rather erratic, but considering the careful attention both Doms were paying to her every move and sound, along with the distractions Finn was providing, Hildy suspected Mac was more likely ready to orgasm than panic.

  With the first gauntlet finished Finn removed the vibrator from Mac’s clit and gently guided her arm down to her side.

  “Ready for the next one, love?”

  “I’d rather come.”

  “Soon, baby. One more gauntlet, then you can come, okay?”

  “But I want to come now, you’ve had me on edge forever. Why can’t I have an orgasm now and another after the next gauntlet, dammit?”

  “Mac,” Finn warned.

  “Fuck, I hate this. I just want to come.”

  “Are you safewording?”

  “Will it get me an orgasm faster?”

  “Do not try to manipulate me, Mac Wallis. You know it won’t end well.”

  “But Finn...”

  “Enough.”

  Mac pursed her lips together, and dropped her head backwards onto Finn’s shoulder.

  Hildy was shocked by the exchange. She turned towards Sully and whispered, “I don’t understand. I thought subs were supposed to be quiet unless they safeword or are given permission to speak.”

  “As long as it’s Safe, Sane, Consensual, and works for all parties involved, it’s all good. Sometimes Doms and subs find dynamic preferences change with the company they keep. Finn used to be one of those strict Doms who punished bratty behaviour hard and fast. Then he met Mac. She has to be pretty outrageous before he’ll give her a real punishment for it, and he’s particularly tolerant when they’re doing a scene and she’s pushing her limits. As you can see, she is learning when to stop. Are you still okay?”

  “Yeah, I think so. It’s all so confusing. I see stuff that gets me kind of excited, but I feel guilty.”

  “Yeah, it can take some getting used to, but the only way for that to happen is to keep exposing yourself to it in a safe and controlled manner.”

  “I know I threatened to explore this through other avenues, but I’m glad you put your foot down. I don’t think I could have handled this around strangers.”

  Sully patted her hand and motioned back to the scene.

  Finn had returned the vibrator to Mac’s clit, and Wilson was just tying off the second gauntlet. As soon as Wilson removed his hands, Finn adjusted something on the vibrator and whispered in Mac’s ear. Her hips and legs started to shake, and as she began to wail, Wilson stepped in and removed the clamps from Mac’s nipples before slipping away.

  Mac’s wails subsided and Finn spoke. “You’ve been such a good, brave girl, Mac. One more, then I have some nice chocolate for you.”

  Mac barely acknowledged Finn’s words before it was obvious to all she’d been consumed by another orgasm. As soon as Finn discarded the vibrator, Wilson returned and handed him a nice soft looking blanket that was different from the others scattered about the dungeon. Hildy mentally smacked herself, of course, Mac would have her own personal blanket, she lived here.

  Finn carefully wrapped the blanket around Mac and carried her to the after-care area, where he sat on a sofa and settled her in his lap. When Hildy saw the content look on Mac’s face, she felt a little lonely and a lot envious.

  Men were for sexual release and nothing more. Use them before they use you. Now, for the first time she could recall, she felt like she wanted a connection that went deeper than the length of a man’s cock.

  She was jolted from her thoughts when she felt a pair of arms wrap a soft blanket around her. She started to lean in, then she realised those arms didn’t belong to Sully. She snapped her head around to see Wilson wearing a sheepish grin. “What do you think you are doing?”

  “After-care, love.”

  Hildy slipped the blanket off and opened her mouth to speak, but Sully interrupted. “Hildy, we agreed that Wilson would be the one to provide you with practical experience. At least temporarily, that makes Wilson your Dom, and you his sub. Now, consider the situation from his point of view. His sub has just pushed her boundaries well outside her comfort zone. As a Dom, he can’t, in good conscience, leave you to deal with it alone. So, here he is trying to take care of your needs and ensure your first experiences as a sub are as positive as possible.”

  “It’s all so damn complicated.”

  “It usually is, if it’s worth having. Now, can I leave you with Wilson and trust you’ll let him do whatever he deems necessary to care for you?”

  “I don’t know.”

  Wilson interjected. “Safewords work for everything, Hildy. Yellow to pause or make a change, and red if you really can’t handle it. Can you give me a chance?”

  Hildy turned to Sully for help. One look at his cold eyes, and she wasn’t surprised by his parting words. “Safeword and we’ll go. Otherwise, Wilson is in charge.” Hildy dropped her head in defeat.

  “Hildy?” Wilson’s voice was soft and patient as he tipped her chin up with his index finger. “Look at me, please.”

  Hildy couldn’t bear to see the pity she knew his eyes would hold, so she kept her own focused on the floor.

  “Hildy, please, I want to talk with you, but eye to eye, as equals, not Dom and sub. Not yet.”

  Hildy was so absorbed in her study of the dungeon floor, she was unprepared for Wilson’s smiling face to block her view.

  “There you are. If this is how you want to talk, I can go with it.”

  Hildy shifted her gaze to the side, and Wilson followed. Frustrated, she looked straight into his eyes. “I don’t want to talk right now.”

  “Fair enough, then safeword out and Sully will take you home.”

  “No, I’m not a wimp.”

  “Hold it right there. Wimp? Did you think Mac was being a wimp when she called yellow?”

  “No, of course not. That’s different.”

  “No, Hildy, it’s not. Nobody is ever a wimp for using a safeword. Are there times when someone abuses it? Of course. In the end, it’s their loss, but that still doesn’t make them a wimp. Understand?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good girl. Now, can we have this conversation in a more comfortable position? Don’t get me wrong, I am willing to have it however you need it to be, but I’m not a fan of crouching for long periods of time.”

  “Yet you lot expect your subs to always be on their knees.”

  “We’ll get to that misconception in a minute. Can you please answer me? More comfortable position?”

  “Okay.”

  “Thank you.” Wilson stood and snagged a nearby chair. He set it down facing Hildy and sat. “Now, as for subs on their knees all the time. Some Doms? Sure. Me? No.”

  “Why not?”

  “It’s not my thing. Now isn’t the time to go into detail about what is and isn’t my thing or your thing. If you’ve brought your check-list with you, we’ll exchange them when we leave and go over them at our leisure. Okay?”

  “Okay.”

  “Good. Next. You’ve denied me one of my favourite parts of being a Dom, and I would like to fix that now.”

  “What do you want to do?”

  “Give you the after-care you need.”

  Hildy glanced over at Mac, still snuggled up on Finn’s lap and surrendered to that stab of envy she’d felt earlier.r />
  “Okay.”

  “Good girl. I know that was hard for you. I want to wrap you back up in that blanket and carry you over to where Finn and Mac are, where I am going to snuggle you in my lap and feed you chocolate. Tell me you like chocolate.”

  “I love chocolate.”

  Wilson rose from his chair and gathered the blanket back around Hildy. He swooped her into his arms and held her close. She closed her eyes and let her head relax against his chest as she tried to make sense of the jittery feeling she had deep in her belly.

  Hildy panicked until Wilson’s soft voice washed over her.

  “You’re okay, love. You just had a little nap is all.”

  “What’s going on?” Hildy panicked again and as she struggled, her bonds loosened.

  “Hildy, calm down. You fell asleep.”

  Hildy’s mind raced back through the events of the evening before she came up with the only explanation she could for falling asleep as she did. “Did you drug me?”

  Mac gasped and Finn’s head whirled round to glare at Hildy. She stiffened. “Well, did you?”

  Wilson inhaled long and deep. “I can understand why you might think that, love, especially when you’re still a bit groggy from an unexpected nap, but take a few minutes. Think about Sully — who, and what he is to you. Then think about whether he would ever put you, or anyone for that matter, in a situation where that could possibly happen. I’ll still be here, waiting, when you have your answer.”

  Hildy pulled the blanket over her head and tighter around her body as she curled into a ball.