Chapter Four
Coulton hated leaving Kenzie alone again. He was surprised he wanted to stay with her. Usually he enjoyed being out and about during the daylight hours, working at New Thimphu, running errands, and doing some consultancy work online for an engineering company. Today, of course, quite a few of the chores he needed to do were because of her. Food to cook, so they could keep her in the house instead of going back to the dining room, and nipple clamps for those breasts he couldn’t wait to touch and taste again.
Coulton had always lived very simply. His father had brought him to New Thimphu when he was very small. He’d never known his mother, and his father hadn’t felt connected to the outside world. With a small child to rear, his dad had gone back to his traditional roots and they’d been very happy in the community.
Coulton spent a while looking at toys in the adult store. There were so many things he’d like to try with Kenzie. He bought her a black corset and black lace crotchless teddy. She’d wanted clothes. Well, these were the kind of clothes he could appreciate and he was sure Ryker would agree with him. He chose two sets of nipple clips, one with long ornaments that would pull on her nipples, and the other with a chain to join the two clips together, so that he and Ryker could tease her that way.
By the time he was done in the store, his dick was drilling a hole in the front of his pants and he was going to develop a bad case of zipper burn if he didn’t stop thinking about Kenzie and sex for a while.
Having lived alone for a long time he was quite capable in the kitchen and actually enjoyed cooking the kind of meals where everything was thrown in the one pan and cooked together so all the juices flowed and intermingled. Curries and stir-fries that all he then needed to do was add some rice and he was done. Problem was he had no idea if this sort of traditional food would suit Ryker and Kenzie. He stood in the fresh food aisle of the store and tried hard to think about what he’d seen Kenzie eat in the dining room at New Thimphu over the years. But he was damned if he could recall her talking about favorite foods.
Well it was too bad, he had to buy something. Didn’t women eat salads all the time? He could buy lettuce and tomatoes and celery and peppers. That would have to do.
More important to think about was how he and Ryker were going to convince her to stay with them. They couldn’t keep her chained up indefinitely, no matter how attractive that idea looked right now. Ideally he’d have padlocked her to his bed, but he knew she’d have quickly gotten bored and then likely have become angry with him. By giving her a certain amount of freedom, he’d allowed her to do pretty much what she wanted to while ensuring she couldn’t leave his cottage. But now? What next? Fuck if he knew. “I hope Ryker has a plan because I’m all out of ideas except for giving her more orgasms.”
* * * *
Ryker was supposed to be designing a tricky part of the construction project. Instead he was sketching Kenzie, stretched out on the bed, asleep, looking lush, satiated and unbearably sexy. He wanted her again, and again, now, tonight, forever.
Unfortunately, chaining her up was only a short-term solution. Already they ran the risk that she would be very angry with them when they arrived back tonight. She seemed very serene, easy-tempered to him, but who was he to know what demons lurked beneath her calm exterior. He simply didn’t know her very well. So he just had to hope she saw their side of the issue and forgave them for today, and that he and Coulton could talk her around to giving them that three months trial timeframe, a window into which they could pour their energy to show her how much they wanted her and how very good it would be for her to spend time exclusively with them. But how? How could they convince her? They’d already given her a raft of orgasms and while she plainly enjoyed them, it hadn’t convinced her. So what was next?
“To make her happy, we have to know what she wants. But would it be better to ask someone else what they thought she wanted and have some solutions planned, but risk getting the answers wrong? Or to ask her directly and risk not being able to think of a solution on the spot? Oh, tricky.” Ryker glanced around. He really needed to stop talking to himself, especially at work.
That was when Ryker remembered he had a window into a woman’s mind available to him. Chevaunne. A woman who had not been born into this community, one who had been captured and brought here, yet stayed by choice.
Giving up any pretence at working, Ryker laid down his pencils and left his little office to find out where Chevaunne was right now. I hope she’s available to talk to me. I need all the help I can get.
Since she worked as a nurse at their small hospital, he headed there first. He found her in one of the storerooms of the seniors’ wing, muttering as she dug through a huge crate of equipment.
“Can I help you find whatever you’re looking for?”
“Oh, hi, Ryker. I’m betting it’s not here. No one has seen the ceremonial sword that used to hang on the wall in the governor’s office since they moved into the new building. Grandfather Ugyen thought it might have been sent here with some boxes of papers for safe-keeping. I only said I’d go through these crates and look for it because I didn’t have anything else to do this afternoon.”
“How about you take everything out of the crate and hand it to me, then we’ll put it all back in again neatly, so we’ll achieve something even if we don’t find the sword.”
“Good idea.”
They sat side by side on the concrete floor, Chevaunne diving into the crate and Ryker neatly laying everything out in lines by type of item.
He took a deep breath then said, “You know Kenzie?”
She flicked a curious glance at him. “Yes.”
“If someone wanted to please her, what do you think she’d like?”
“She wasn’t born here, you know.”
“Yes, Chevaunne, I know that. But she’s also a woman, which means you have twice as many reasons to understand her as we—I—have. One, because you’re a female as well, and two, because you weren’t born here either.”
Chevaunne sat back on her haunches. “This is not an idle question, is it? And you don’t want me to tell you to buy her flowers and chocolates either, do you?”
“I always knew you were smart.”
Chevaunne nodded and handed him more things. Ryker laid them out neatly in rows, blankly staring at some of the weird things from the crate. He had no idea what some of these wooden bits and pieces even were. Or were supposed to be.
Finally the crate was empty and there was no sign of the missing sword. But their time wasn’t wasted because Ryker knew Chevaunne was about to answer him. “She’s a quiet person, very even tempered, and always willing to help when someone needs a hand. I think, underneath everything though, she’s the kind of person who has a huge heart. If she loves someone they will be lavished with all the affection she’s kept bottled up inside herself for so long. If she loves you, you will be a very lucky man indeed.”
Ryker remained silent. Chevaunne had told him her thoughts, but she hadn’t actually answered his question. Not the spoken question, nor the underlying problem. He figured if he waited patiently, hopefully she’d have some form of solution for him. Or, at the very least, some suggestions as to steps he could take. So far, he was impressed with Chevaunne’s perception. Kenzie seemed to him to be a deep person with many layers waiting for him and Coulton to discover. Her having a huge and loving heart made good sense.
Ryker handed some of the largest pieces of equipment to Chevaunne to begin refilling the crate. After a few minutes she stopped and looked at him. “You need to demonstrate you love her, but you also need to tell her you won’t leave her five minutes down the track with an aching, wounded heart. And if you break her heart, Dom or not, I’ll come after you and beat you to a pulp.”
“We won’t hurt her. I solemnly swear it to you.”
“Good.”
* * * *
Kenzie wasn’t used to having an entire day with nothing to do and she wished she had her phone so she could check
the calendar just to reassure herself she hadn’t missed an appointment. She was certain Coulton and Ryker would have told Father Yeshe, the monk, what had happened. Well, maybe not exactly what had happened, she thought with a blush, but that she was staying with them at least, so no one would be worrying about her. In fact, she was guessing one of them had returned to the hot tub room and collected her things and tidied the room as well.
Although she worked for several different families doing their data entry, paperwork, and other general office tasks, she enjoyed the variety and worked most weekdays. So an entire day, with no framework or structure at all, was not how she normally spent her week.
She looked at all the walls, stared out every window, even pulled up the floor rugs and looked at the polished floorboards, but the house held no more secrets. Or at least, no secrets she’d discovered. She checked her emails a second time, surfed the web, played a complicated computer game, and did her daily yoga and stretching exercises. Twice. By five o’clock she was getting bored so she went into the kitchen and looked through the refrigerator and food shelves. Finally she assembled a group of ingredients and began cooking supper. If Coulton brought them home a meal as well, hers could go in the refrigerator for breakfast or supper tomorrow.
Just as she was giving the food a final stir and turning the heat down so it would stay warm, but not burn, the door opened and both the men came in. Ryker held the door wide for Coulton who was carrying two bags of groceries in his arms and was wearing a bulging backpack.
“That smells really delicious,” said Ryker.
“Since I don’t know what either of you like, I decided to make something I like in case I ended up having to eat it all,” she said, wondering if they’d guess she was teasing.
She knew a surprising amount about Coulton just from looking at his house, but likely now wasn’t a good time to say so.
“That sounds reasonable,” said Coulton giving her a cheeky grin in reply. Yes, he knew she was teasing.
The three of them unpacked Coulton’s groceries, Ryker put the coffee on to heat and Coulton set the table, then they sat and ate.
Kenzie enjoyed herself. They talked about nothing much, but it was light, relaxing, chatter among old friends. Almost as if they were in the dining room at New Thimphu and just happened to end up sharing a table. As if she didn’t have a pink fluffy handcuff on her left ankle chained to one of the chairs.
“If you had a million dollars and had to spend it inside a month, what would you buy?” asked Ryker.
“Oh I saw a movie like that once. Let me think.” Kenzie didn’t really need to think. She’d played this game with a group of friends when the movie, whose name she couldn’t even remember now, was first released. “Aid agencies in the Third World have discovered that it’s through empowering women that countries grow out of poverty fastest. For many years it was men who were given the aid dollars. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn’t. But when women are empowered it’s rare for families not to be healthier and better off. So I’d build schools for girls. The teachers would be women and the students all girls. Thus the girls would be valuable as brides, because of their education, and they could also get jobs, and teach their own children to read and write.”
“I’d never thought of that,” said Coulton.
“Actually I’d heard that about microloans before. It makes sense that women are more interested in nutrition, clean water, and good health,” said Ryker.
Kenzie was curious. “What about each of you? What would you do?” she asked.
The two men looked at each other and Coulton looked embarrassed. “I’m one of those selfish males who’d want to buy a light plane and learn to fly it. I guess, once I’d gained my pilot’s license I could use the airplane for good. Maybe loan it to the Red Cross or something.”
“But only when you don’t need it yourself?” she teased.
Both men laughed.
“I have to say, if some terrorist blew it up, likely I wouldn’t be very pleased.”
“And how would you get insurance for it in the middle of a war?” added Ryker.
They all laughed.
“Seriously, Kenzie, what would you really like for yourself?” asked Ryker.
You. If only one of you wasn’t a Dom. “I guess I’m so totally spoiled I have everything I need,” she replied. Liar!
“You don’t crave a house of your own or a sports car or a one-hundred-inch plasma screen TV?” suggested Coulton.
“I suppose if I really did have a huge amount of money, all those items, and the dozens of pairs of shoes I suppose one of you is about to suggest, would be things I’d buy. But I don’t miss not having them. I don’t dream of having a closet full of Dior and Givenchy gowns, accessories, and fragrances. I guess people mean more to me than things.” And that was true. She cherished the friendships she had made her at New Thimphu. If she ever had to leave, it would be the people she missed most.
Ryker leaned his arms on the table and pinned her with his amber gaze. “What about right now? Tonight. What would you like from Coulton and me?”
She couldn’t lie. “I want you both to punish me. To whip me. To make me burn for you, then to fuck me. Both of you, together again.” Her voice was soft but she knew they heard her and understood her. It was time to stop playing games and get back to the things they’d done last night. They’d exhausted her with their demands. But she’d climaxed over and over again. Her body craved them. Her cunt wept for their cocks and her ass quivered at the thought of their whips and floggers.
“Well you won’t be needing this anymore, will you?” said Coulton, pulling her blanket poncho off over her head and leaving her naked.
She could not only see both men’s gaze on her body, but feel it. The heat from their faces burned into her belly, her breasts, everywhere.
They all stood up from the table without saying a word, and Ryker swept all the dishes down to one end of it with his forearm, then lifted her up onto the hard wooden surface. “Spread your legs wide. I think dessert has just been served.”
Kenzie did as he said, her body burning with excitement and anticipation. She leaned back and braced her body on her hands pulling both feet up to the edge of the table so her cunt was fully exposed. Ryker bent his head and licked along her slit making her shiver. “So good,” she whispered.
Then Coulton was standing behind her with something in his hands. “Lie back for me,” he said.
She did so, and he opened a tiny box, extracting something from it. When he leaned over her and sucked a nipple into his mouth, she guessed what was in the box. Nipple clamps. As she’d anticipated, he gripped the damp nipple between the clips and tightened them before moving to her other breast. When the second nipple was trapped in its clamp, he got out a narrow chain which he attached to both nipple clips and began gently tugging on it, pulling her nipples this way and that, then sucking them again.
Ryker was tongue-fucking her cunt, biting along the edges of her labia, dipping his tongue into her pussy, licking all over the lips and her clit.
Coulton was tugging on her breasts, making the little clips bite. “More,” she gasped.
Coulton cupped her breasts in his hand, stroking them and teasing the undersides of the globes, where they were so sensitive.
Ryker put one hand under her ass and started to play with her rosette. So much stimulation and all of it wonderful. She tried to push her breasts up into Coulton’s hands while gripping Ryker’s tongue and finger with her inner muscles.
“Come on, Kenzie. This will be just a tiny orgasm. A promise of what the rest of the evening will bring,” said Coulton.
“Oh!” Not so tiny at all, she thought as the climax exploded over her. Rather a good one, indeed.
Coulton released the handcuff on her ankle and swung her into his arms. He flipped her over his shoulder and Ryker’s hand landed hard on her ass. “You’re a bad sub not to trust us, not to want to stay with us,” he said spanking her again.
* * * *
Coulton handcuffed her and manacled her ankles to the spanking bench. He wanted her just exactly so tonight, so he could not only spank her, but also play with her breasts and insert the butt plug ready for later. A quick glance at Ryker and the other man nodded. They both understood exactly what they had to do. Drive her crazy with lust and forbid her any more releases until she promised to stay with them. But Gods, it was going to be difficult. His cock was pleading to plunge deep inside her already. Denying her meant denying both of them as well.
Coulton unlocked his toy box and got out two identical floggers. He raised an eyebrow at Ryker and mimed using two hands. Ryker nodded. Excellent. The man understood. Traditional Florentine flogging was done by one person with an identical flogger in each hand, gradually bringing the blood to the surface of the skin of the recipient before increasing the intensity. It was a difficult stroke to perfect, as both hands must give equal pressure in the whipping. It would be even more difficult for the two men acting in concert, as they’d need to stand very close together and match each other in direction and pressure. But the advantage of them doing this would be to heighten their sub’s arousal to intense levels very quickly. Coulton was certain he and Ryker would understand each other well enough to successfully punish their very naughty sub.
They stood behind Kenzie, nodded to each other, then Coulton laid the first stoke across Kenzie’s shoulders. Immediately Ryker followed it with a second stroke. They continued for half a dozen more strokes each before stopping. Ryker said, “You’re a very bad sub. You were supposed to remain naked. Instead, you destroyed a blanket. You disobeyed us twice over.”
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