by Cara Dee
True. Maybe it's because we're so in tune with each other that we know how the other feels. My attraction for Mark—hell, Lina knew before I did. It was during our first stay at Mark's; I could see how Lina just melted into his arms, a sign of trust, comfort, and…more. More, as in she feels more. Perhaps I saw it because I felt it, too. It's just that I couldn’t show it like she did—still can't, and it's eating me up inside.
After that weekend, we went home to our run-down apartment, already knowing this was becoming much more than we ever dreamed. What was once simply attraction for what he is grew into affection and care for who he is.
"We'll have to stay positive and hope for the best," Lina says firmly, bringing me back to the present. "We should work on getting that man to fall for us." Mischief lights up her eyes, and I can't help but chuckle at her. She's always so optimistic. "I bet he'd love it if you walked over to the bar—" she points in Mark's direction; he's currently busy mixing a drink or something "—and kissed him."
I roll my eyes, though I can't hide my grin. "You forget that I know you, belle. You have more voyeuristic tendencies than Tom."
She scrunches her nose. "Tom, who?"
"Peeping Tom," I laugh.
"Oh, my God!" She cracks up, too. "That was so bad!"
I shrug, a smirk on my face.
Chapter 2
As soon as Mark's shift is over a couple hours later, he disappears quickly to freshen up in Mr. Ford's personal bathroom upstairs, and then Master returns. Master…because now he's in his snug leather pants, a black T-shirt that clings to his body like a second skin, and his boots. Fuck me. While he's not some bodybuilder—far from it, really—he's still muscular. You can tell he lifts weights judging by his arms. He has a defined torso, too, and strong, firm thighs.
I swallow hard, feeling my cock stir in my loose boxers. In my fantasies, I've had my hands and mouth all over his hard body, much like Lina has. As for reality…it's a lot bleaker.
"You ready to play, pets?" He smirks and extends his hand to us. By now, Lina and I have found seclusion in Mr. Ford's private booth near the bar—the booth with a ceiling and drapes and privacy. "We won't be in the Cave tonight."
Huh. Where else would we go? Maybe to his place…except, that doesn’t make sense. He specifically told us to be ready to scene at Switch the minute his shift ended.
Instead of reading more into it, I brush all my questions aside, content to let my Master take the lead. It's so fucking relaxing not having to worry about anything.
Lina slides out of the booth first, and Master kisses her knuckles before pulling out the collars he uses when we scene. Aside from those, we always wear our red rubber wristbands at Switch now. They tell others we're attached, unavailable—that we belong to someone, Master in this case. He's got one, too, as does everyone who's in a relationship or arrangement. And if you do wear a red wristband, you don’t also have to wear a yellow one for being new even if you are, because you're someone else's responsibility.
"Will you please repeat the rules for playtime, kitten?" he asks and holds out the two-inch-wide leather collar with a soft inner lining.
"Yes, Master. My safewords are green for safe, yellow for caution, and red for stop," Lina recites dutifully. "I will only answer direct questions unless you say otherwise, and the only other sounds you allow are, um, when I moan and stuff." Even in the darkness of the club, I see the blush gracing her cheeks.
"That’s correct," Master chuckles. "When you moan and stuff." With a kiss to Lina's lips, he positions her next to him instead, then reaches for my hand. I follow obediently and stand up in front of him. Eyes on his. "Your turn, pup." He holds up my play collar, identical to the one Lina has. "The rules, please."
"Yes, Master." I nod as a shiver rips down my spine. "My safewords are green for safe, yellow for caution, and red for stop. I will only answer direct questions unless you say otherwise, and the only other sounds you allow are sounds of pleasure."
"Good pet." He fastens the leather around my neck. "Additionally, you will both keep your eyes on the floor until I say it's okay for you to look up. Understand?"
"Yes, Master," we answer.
"Good. Let's play."
Doing as we're told, Lina and I follow Master through the club area, a few feet behind him, eyes downcast, and then we end up in the lobby, much to our confusion. Master doesn’t stop; he continues past the bathrooms and then leads us up the stairs that are off-limits to regular guests. As far as I know, only Mr. Ford's office and a few supply closets are up here. Oh, and Kevin's office.
"Here we are," Master murmurs to himself and stops in front of Mr. Ford's office. Producing a key, he unlocks the door and ushers us inside, and I take subtle glances around me while keeping my gaze lowered. "You may look up, and then you can sit down on the couch closest to Nicholas's desk."
I obey and look up, taking in the large office, its honey-colored hardwood floor, erotic art on the dark red walls—black and white photos of Kayla in various states of undress—Mr. Ford's desk, filing cabinets, and small seating area. For such a vast space, he's really not doing much with it. It's very classy and sexy, though.
Grabbing Lina's hand, we walk over to the two gray couches by a massive window, and we're both kind of awestruck when we see the view of the entire club. Just a floor down, everyone is having a blast: scening, dancing, drinking, socializing, and I get an odd thrill watching them. I already know it's one-way mirrored glass—I can see them, but they can't see me—because I know exactly what they see. I mean, I knew Mr. Ford's office was up here, but when you're down in the club, all you see is a blackened mirror. It's so private up here; not even the music penetrates the walls, except for a muted beat that is easy to ignore.
Lina gives my hand a tug, so we quickly move on and take our seats on the couch Master told us to go to. In front of us, there's a low table and another couch.
"We're waiting for a friend of mine to get here," Master says and puts down some drinks on the table. Two bottles of water and two sodas. "And his sub."
He can definitely see the questions written on our faces.
Just a few seconds later, there's a firm knock on the door, and Master grins and says, "That would be Donovan and his Rory."
He walks over to the door, and I try not to ogle his ass in those leather pants, but I fail and Lina totally catches me, causing me to flush bright red. She giggles behind her hand but says nothing, and then we refocus on Master, who is now ushering in two people.
Oh.
I'd immediately assumed Rory was a woman, but that’s no woman—unless she's got no breasts and likes boxer briefs, 'cause that’s all he's wearing. Master greets the taller one, Donovan, warmly with a firm handshake, and the two exchange words that are too quiet for me to hear.
Both newcomers are handsome, in very different ways. Donovan reminds me a little of Mr. Ford with his CEO-like manner and expensive suit. Strict, polished. Rory, on the other hand, appears shy and fidgety, yet still eager to be here. He hasn’t been told to look down, so I can take in his appearance without any problem. A slightly crooked nose, hazel eyes, fair skin…and he's pretty short and slight in stature. But cute. Very cute. I'm guessing there's an at least ten-year difference between the two, Donovan looking like he's in his late thirties or early forties.
I wince internally, Dad's disapproving face flashing before my eyes. I've appraised the two men for too long.
Lowering my gaze, I wring my hands in my lap, just waiting for Master to tell us what to do.
Soon enough, I hear them moving closer, and I look up as Master introduces his friends. "This is Donovan Moore—that’s Sir or Mr. Moore to you, pets, although I doubt there'll be much talking—" he smirks "—and his sub, also husband, Rory."
Husband. There's a sharp pang of envy hitting me in the chest, and not because of their marital status, but because they're obviously embracing their sexual orientation. With Master seemingly studying me, I try to keep my face composed, but he
can read me almost as well as Lina can.
"Evangeline and Brayden," Master goes on, making sure he's got our attention, "Donovan and Rory have flown up all the way from San Diego to scene for us." I swallow thickly, willing my dick to stay calm in my boxers. The black silk gives me away too fucking easily. "Thank them."
"Thank you, Sir, Rory," Lina says, flushing, while I say, "Thank you both for taking the time, Sir and Rory."
"It'll be my pleasure," Mr. Moore responds in a smooth voice. With a quick snap of his fingers, Rory is there to remove his Master's suit jacket.
Lina and I watch how fluidly Rory moves around, now the opposite of fidgety, and I know myself the calming effect a command has. Our eyes follow as he kneels to slip off Mr. Moore's shoes, unbuckle his belt, unzip his pants, and slide them down. Meanwhile, Mr. Moore takes care of his tie and dress shirt, and our own Master walks over and sits down between Lina and me. By the time Mr. Moore sits down across from us, clad in only boxer briefs, Rory is tenting his own briefs, and I try not to stare.
"Get my bag outside the door, too," Mr. Moore tells his boy, and Rory speeds off without a word, retrieving a brown leather duffle.
Behind me, I feel Master's arms settle on the back of the couch, his fingers softly caressing my neck and shoulders. "Unbutton my pants, pup," he murmurs in my ear, "and pull out my cock."
I exhale shakily, feeling my dick stir under the silk, and shift closer to Master to carry out his command. I've done this much in the past, and it never fails to turn me on as if it's the first time I've ever been near him. Struggling with the button, I finally get control of my trembling fingers, and I work the zipper carefully before gently grasping his semi-hard cock and tugging down at the leather. He lets out a breath and lifts up, making it easier for me to pull his pants down past his thighs.
His cock is the last thing I let go of, and I hate that I want so much more.
"Good boy." He gives the back of my neck an affectionate squeeze, then turns to Lina. "Get me hard, kitten. With your mouth." His hand, still grasping my neck, applies pressure in a way that makes me tilt my head toward Mr. Moore and Rory—a silent order of where I should keep my eyes. Still, I see Lina in my periphery as she leans over and starts to suck Master's cock.
Lucky her.
Eventually, I refocus and pay full attention to Rory, who's been commanded to lie across Mr. Moore's lap. Naked. His pretty fucking sexy ass in the air.
I squirm in my seat, surrounded by things I want more of.
"My little Rory is an anal slut," Mr. Moore chuckles huskily as he roughly kneads Rory's ass cheeks. "He'll beg shamelessly for a spanking, for a hard fuck…for me to mark him." My eyes are glued to them as Mr. Moore pulls out a small paddle and slides the smooth wood over Rory's skin. I can imagine the pleasurable feeling caused by the cool surface of it, and it makes my own ass clench. "You're ready to beg right now, aren’t you? Answer."
"Yes, my Sire," Rory groans and pushes his ass upward. "Please."
Fantasy images of Master hauling me over his lap cause me to break out in a sweat. Mr. Moore's face gets replaced by Master's, and I'm suddenly Rory. Lina would make it all ten times better, too. The perfect trio. Hot, sweaty, sexy. Limbs tangled…fuck, fuck, fuck. I've done so much fantasizing that I've rubbed my dick sore in my morning showers every day. Well, unless Master's told us not to masturbate.
Ignoring Lina devouring Master's cock next to me, I watch hungrily as Mr. Moore lubes up a couple fingers and spreads Rory's ass cheeks. A drawn-out moan slips through Rory's lips while Mr. Moore's fingers slowly disappear into his ass. With those fingers buried deep inside, he uses his other hand to rub the narrow paddle up and down Rory's thighs and ass. There's no warning; he strikes with precision, and I'm willing to bet Rory clenches down around Mr. Moore's fingers so hard it's gotta hurt.
"Let's leave Donovan and Rory to their warm-up for a bit." Master decides quietly. "Evangeline, I want you to sit on my cock. Your back to my chest." My mouth waters, and I wonder what he'll have me do. "Brayden, you're gonna eat our little girl's pussy." Oh, I can definitely do that. "Kneel between my legs, pup," he grunts as Lina sinks down on him with a needy whimper.
Once she's lowered onto him, I take my position on the floor, licking my lips at the sexy sight. Not just the way Master stretches my girlfriend's pussy, but also how she coats him in her arousal. Now that we're all in a committed relationship and have all been tested, we don’t have to bother with condoms, for which I'm grateful. And technically, Mr. Ford's office is not in the club, where condoms are a must.
To the sounds of Rory getting finger-fucked and paddled behind me, I place my hands on Master's knees and lean forward, dropping an openmouthed kiss on Lina's swollen clit. Master grips her hips, moving her over him in slow strokes, and it's goddamn mesmerizing to watch. I'm so close, and I see every ridge of Master's cock as it fucks Lina. Once again, I lean in, this time licking her instead of kissing, and I'm not going anywhere.
I lap at her soft, smooth flesh, easily getting into their beat. To make Lina moan and cry out, I suck hard on her clit. To make her squirm and gasp, I lick farther down and nibble on her spread lips. So close. Just a couple inches away from Master's glistening cock. In a moment of surrender—my mind is completely blank, or perhaps overcome with lust—I lick them exactly where they're joined.
"Fuck yeah, Brayden," Master moans.
I groan, suddenly frantic with need. My tongue laps around Lina's hole, snaking around Master's thick cock. At the same time, my fingers dig into his knees and I move my face even closer, effectively burying myself in their arousal. I ravish both of them and notice how Master slams Lina down on him faster and harder. With each slap of Mr. Moore's paddle, Lina whimpers and tenses her pussy.
I think that’s where her mind is, because she does get a thrill from a little pain.
Unlike me, she fully embraces the world Master introduced us to.
Then there's a hand at the back of my head, pushing me against their crotches, and Master not giving me a choice makes it so much easier for me. I pretend I'm only doing it because he wants it, because he silently commands it, which triggers me to go further. For a moment, I leave Lina's sweet pussy for Master's cock, and I close my lips over the base of him, sucking on his tight skin. I taste him. I taste my lovely girl. I suck, I lick, I kiss…I go even farther down and tongue his balls.
My own balls are aching, tight and drawn up, and my dick is leaking, causing the silk of my boxers to stick to it.
"Jesus Christ, pup." Master starts panting, and I redouble my efforts, desperate to give him the same gratifying satisfaction he always gives me. "That’s enough." He stills all of us, heavy breathing the only sound in the office. Even Mr. Moore's paddle is quiet. "It's time to switch positions," he says, pulling off his T-shirt. All that remains are his leather pants pooling around his ankles. "Evangeline, I want you on your knees, and Brayden, take off your boxers and sit on my lap."
There's no room to be embarrassed, so I unceremoniously drop my boxers and let my cock slap mutedly against my lower abdomen.
While I've been on his lap before, this still feels a lot more intimate and sexual. Not only 'cause we're naked, but because we're in the middle of a scene and there're two men in front of us about to have sex. As I position myself on Master's thighs and Lina kneels before us, Mr. Moore is kneeling behind Rory who's on all fours on the other couch. Rory's dick juts out, glistening with pre-come, and the way he pushes his ass toward his Dominant makes it so fucking clear that he's more than willing. He's not afraid to beg for a cock up his ass.
The hard cock wedged between Master and me won't be begged for, because I'm too chickenshit.
"Suck Brayden's cock, kitten," Master murmurs, encouraging me to lean back and rest my head against his shoulder. He's only a couple inches taller than me, but since I'm straddling his thighs and not his groin, it's easy enough to sit back and relax. Okay, relax isn't exactly the right word. I'm turned on and wound-up, nervous and full
of anticipation.
Soon, Lina tortures me with her hot, wet mouth. She licks me much like I licked her earlier, suckles the tip, and then engulfs me in slow strokes, her lips tightening around me.
"Perfect little subbie. Keep that up." Master praises her. "Brayden, listen to me closely now." He's lowered his voice, husky and seductive, and his hands grip my hips firmly. "Tell me what you see when you look at Donovan and Rory." He nips lightly at my shoulder, and a shudder bolts through me.
"I—I see Mr. Moore preparing Rory," I say, groaning when Lina sucks one of my shaved balls into her mouth. "Fuck. Um—" I clear my throat "—I see Mr. Moore fingering him."
"Is what they're doing wrong?" Master asks softly.
My breath catches, my instinctual "no" on the tip of my tongue, and I have to watch myself here. How can I admit the truth when I won't embrace it for myself? I know what's right and wrong, but… There's that but.
"You know it's not wrong, pup." He kisses my shoulder. "Look at them now."
I do, and Mr. Moore is leaning over Rory's slender body, kissing up his spine and whispering something to him. Rory shivers and nods. For coming off as so strict and almost cold earlier, there's something very tender in Mr. Moore's actions right now.
"You see it, don’t you?" Master runs his fingertips down my arms; the lust in his voice and the way his touch affects me almost steal focus from Lina's mouth on my cock. Actually, it divides it—the attention. I'm so aware of both of them yet still able to watch what's going on across the low table. Thankfully, my girl has slowed down. She sucks to tease me, to keep me hard, to wet my dick, but she's making it last longer. A lot longer. Maybe I missed it; maybe Master ordered her to suck me this way. Either way, it's perfect.
"Are you looking at Donovan's hand?"
I am. His fingers wrap around Rory's hard cock, firmly stroking him while dropping kisses along his back. Rory keeps begging, his Master, Sire, whatever, reducing him to a pleading addict.
"Watch, Brayden."
