by Ashe Barker
I’d entirely forgotten that Declan had shoved the case containing half my worldly goods into the boot of the car when we’d left my hotel. “Thank you. It saves having to drag it up the stairs.”
“Well, there is a lift,” remarks Fraze. “But even so…” He opens the front door and gestures us past him into the entrance hall.
Once back in the apartment I’m not sure whether to go into the lounge or head straight for Fraze’s bedroom. Declan settles that question for me by taking my hand and tugging me down the hallway. Once in the bedroom, he tilts his chin toward the huge four-poster. “You’re shattered. You can hardly stand up.”
“I am tired, yes, but—”
He swirls his finger in the air to tell me to turn around. I do so, and he unzips my dress.
“Get into bed and get some sleep.”
“But I thought…”
Fraze has followed us into the room, my artfully tied cravat dangling from his neck, and is already hanging up his jacket. “We both prefer our submissive to be at least semi-conscious when we fuck her. Dec’s right. You need to sleep.”
My dress is in a pool at my feet. Declan crouches to rescue it as I step out of the matching shoes. I perch on the side of the bed in my underwear, trying to make sense of Fraze’s odd choice of words.
“What did you call me? A submissive?”
Bare chested now, he nods at me from across the room. “That’s right.”
“But, that sounds sort of…subordinate. I don’t think—”
“In here, or in any bedroom, actually, that’s the way it is between us. We’re in charge.” He jerks his thumb toward Declan who is also getting undressed. “We give the orders, you do as you’re told.”
“Well, I know, but I think—”
“It doesn’t apply outside. At any other times, we’re equals, just three people who respect and care about each other. But in here, when it’s just the three of us, Dec and I are both Dominants, which means we get to spank you, to punish you, to fuck you, and your choice is to obey. Or not, but I think you can work out for yourself where that would get you.”
“What about my safe word.”
“Good point,” agrees Declan. “You wouldn’t be punished for using that.”
“So, whatever you might say about being Dominants and me being submissive, I’m the one in charge, really. I can call a halt any time I want.”
“Smart girl.” Fraze strolls toward me in his boxers, his impressive erection tenting the front. “I can see how you got a posh job in one of the best universities and why they sent you to do the talk yesterday. You catch on fast.” He pulls back the duvet. “Even smart girls need telling what to do sometimes, and right now you need to sleep. Me, too, actually. Lose the underwear and get in.”
Still turning this weird exchange over in my head, I remove my bra and pants. Nude, I scramble under the duvet. Fraze gets in beside me, and Declan, gloriously naked, ambles around to the other side and climbs in, too. I’m glad Fraze saw fit to invest in a bed the size of a swimming pool because there’s ample room for all of us, and I feel sort of wonderful sandwiched between both my men. I had assumed they’d be asserting themselves right about now, and I wouldn’t have seriously objected, though I am tired. Fraze and Declan have ways of arousing me that I can only dream of, but it seems they’re content just to fall into bed alongside me.
I can worry about the submissive thing later. Right now, I need to close my eyes…
Chapter Eight
I wake feeling much fresher and to the aroma of coffee filling my nostrils. Daylight filters through a crack between the heavy curtains. Fraze is still lying on my right side, face down, his nose buried in his pillow. There’s a space on my left, still warm. I’m just considering scooting to the en suite when Declan, clad in just his jeans which he has left unbuttoned, comes back into the room carrying a tray. His hair is wet, slick from the shower. He’s brought three mugs of black coffee, a half full bottle of milk, and a plate piled high with buttered toast.
“Wake up, sleeping beauty.” He deposits the tray on the bedside table and winks at me, then gives Fraze a not especially gentle nudge.
“Fuck off,” comes the muffled reply.
“Suit yourself. I can drink your coffee, eat your share of the toast, and even fuck Ellie all on my own if I have to.”
Declan hands me one of the mugs as more expletives can be heard coming from somewhere within the duck down.
Fraze eventually rolls onto his back and cracks open one eye. “How come you’re always so chipper in the morning?”
Declan shrugs then sips his coffee. “Must be all those freezing winter dawns I spent as a lad, making up the fires for my betters.”
“Bollocks. We had central heating.” Fraze manages to sit up, his blond locks beautifully tousled, though he still scowls like a grumpy teenager. He turns to me. “Morning, beautiful.”
“Good morning,” I reply, hugging the duvet to my naked breasts with one hand as I manage my cup with the other. I smile at Declan. “And thanks for the breakfast.”
“You’re welcome. Toast?” Declan passes me the plate, and I select a piece. It’s dripping with melted butter. Delicious!
Declan also selects a slice and lounges across the foot of the bed to eat it.
“You two are getting crumbs everywhere,” grumbles our host, but even so he, too, grabs a slice and starts tucking in.
“What time’s our train?” I enquire, two slices of toast later.
Declan dusts crumbs from his fingers onto the carpet. “There’s one every hour. You did say you have an open return ticket, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“No problem, then. We’ll leave when we’re ready. Are you working tomorrow?”
“I should be. I’m usually in my lab by eight o’clock.”
“I’m due at our training ground by ten in the morning. What about you?” Declan directs his question to Fraze.
“I’ve a client meeting in the City but not until lunchtime.”
“Plenty of time to spend half the day in bed, then. We can catch a train this afternoon.”
A quiver of excited anticipation snakes through me, reigniting my urge to use the bathroom. “Er, could I just… I mean, I thought I might have a shower. Clean my teeth…”
Fraze is also finishing his breakfast and plants a kiss on my mouth. I taste the rich tang of coffee on his breath.
“Feel free. I brought your overnight bag in, so your stuff’s to hand. There’s a shower in the en suite and another down the hall.” He quirks an eyebrow at Declan. “I assume you already made use of it?”
“Yeah.” Declan rakes his fingers through his hair, still damp. “I got up early.” He starts to collect together the debris from our breakfast and piles it all back onto the tray. “You two get sorted while I collect together a few bits and pieces.”
“What sort of bits and pieces?” I squeak.
“You’ll see. Go on, unless you want one of us to wash your back. Come to think of it…”
“No, no, I’ll be fine.” I drop the duvet and scramble from the bed, self-conscious about my nudity despite our intimacies of two nights ago and despite having slept between them last night. By sheer force of will, I manage not to dash across the room to the en suite, maintaining a dignified pace and what I hope passes for a suggestive sway of my hips.
I emerge thirty minutes later swathed in a huge navy-blue bath sheet and feeling decidedly fresher. My teeth are brushed, my hair still wet but clean and sleek, courtesy of the comb I found in the bathroom cabinet along with the toothpaste. I helped myself to Fraze’s shampoo and expensive body wash.
They are both in the bedroom, Declan stretching out on the bed which has been straightened after our night together, and Fraze is lounging in a chair by the window. Fraze now has a towel around his waist but that’s all. His naked male torso is every bit as impressive as Declan’s, pectoral muscles clearly defined and a solid six pack. Declan is still wearing just his black j
eans, and his bare chest is equally stunning. Years of professional sports training will do that, I suppose. On the duvet next to him are a pile of condoms, a butt plug, and a tube of lubricant
I take in the sight. This must be what he meant by a few bits and pieces. “I don’t suppose you have a hairdryer,” I enquire tentatively.
Fraze shrugs. “‘Fraid not. We’ll get one for the next time you’re here.”
“Thank you.” I stand awkwardly in the centre of the room and look from one man to the other. “Should I…?”
“Come here.” Declan beckons me to him and shifts so that I can sit on the bed. “Kneel in front of me, facing away.”
I obey.
“Pass me a towel, would you?”
Fraze gets to his feet and fetches one of the smaller blue towels from the shower room. He balls it up then tosses it to Declan.
“Thanks.” Declan drapes the towel over my head and starts to pat my hair dry, squeezing the excess moisture from my damp locks. His fingers are firm, massaging my scalp with authority and skill. I close my eyes and tilt back my head to better enjoy his ministrations. I’m nervous, for sure. I know what’s coming. That butt plug tells its own story, and anal sex will be a massive first for me. The sight of the lube, too, fills me with trepidation, but for some reason the moment either one of them lays a hand on me, I melt.
Eventually Declan sets the damp towel aside and produces a hairbrush from the bedside table. He turns it over in his hands.
“You know, this is a paddle brush. As the name suggests, it packs a fair punch when applied to a bare bottom. Would you like to try it?”
My stomach clenches, and my pussy starts to leak. I manage to nod, not trusting myself to actually get the words out.
“Okay. First your hair, then your bottom. Agreed?”
“Yes,” I manage. “Agreed.”
“Ellie, do you remember our conversation yesterday, just before we got into bed?” This from Fraze, who has been watching Declan dry my hair for me. At my nod, he continues. “We explained that here, in the bedroom, we’re the Dominants, Doms if you prefer, and you’re the submissive.”
“Yes, I remember.”
“Okay. Well that means you need to be a little more respectful. You can start by calling us Sir when we’re in a scene or when you’re being punished.”
“Sir? You want me to call you Sir? Like at school?” I gape at him, uncertain what to make of this. I did my research and I came across this terminology, but the reality still catches me unawares.
Fraze chuckles, but his expression is deadly serious. “Not exactly like at school, but yes. Sir will do fine. Any problems with that?”
“Is this to do with you being a duke?” Even as I say it, I know that’s a silly question.
“It has to do with me and Dec being your Doms. A sub is always polite, always respectful, and that means you refer to us as Sir. There’s more, and if you find the role of our submissive is one you like, then we can teach you the rest. We’ll take it a bit at a time, though, and we’ll be satisfied with this for now. Are we clear?”
I consider what he’s said for a few moments. If I’m honest with myself, there were a few times during our more intense scenes when I could so easily have said something along those lines anyway. It would have seemed natural and right. I suppose it has to do with the time and the place. And the men.
“Yes,” I murmur.
“Yes what, Ellie,” prompts Fraze, softly.
“Yes, Sir.”
Declan kisses my bare shoulder. “A fast learner. So, your hair…”
He draws the brush through my moist locks, arranging each one against my neck. When he finishes, he nuzzles my earlobe.
“Lose the towel, Ellie,” he commands, “then you can lie across my lap. Or Fraze’s, if you prefer.”
I glance over at Fraze who has made himself pretty comfortable, his bare feet propped on a low, padded stool. His grin is sensual, pure lust. “Go ahead, I’m good here. You redden her arse, then I’ll have some fun with the butt plug. Agreed?”
“Sounds fair enough.” Declan turns so he is now sitting on the side of the bed, the hairbrush ready in his hand. “Hurry up, girl. Once you’ve been given an instruction, we don’t like to be kept waiting.”
Another rule I have to learn, I suppose. I unwrap the towel from around myself and leave it on the bed when I stand up and move around to get in position. Without being told, I go to Declan’s right side. He’s right-handed, so I expect he’ll prefer that, and it gives Fraze an unrestricted view of my backside.
When did I become so considerate?
“Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I reply, my bottom bared and suitably up-ended to receive the flat side of the hairbrush. I’m not sure how much this is going to sting, but I suspect it’ll be a lot.
“Have you forgotten your manners already?” Declan taps my buttock with the brush
“Yes, Sir,” I correct myself, clenching.
There is no further preamble. The hairbrush connects with my left buttock, and the sound of the slap reverberates around the room. It’s loud, shockingly loud, a sharp crack which echoes and fills the space surrounding us.
“Ow,” I squeal. “Shit, that hurts.”
“Yeah? Fancy that.” Declan slaps me again, and I wriggle on his lap.
I can feel his erection nudging my hip. At least one of us is enjoying themselves.
He tightens his grip around my waist, pulling me in close to him, and he traps my legs under one of his to hold me still. The next few swats are rapid, and my bottom is on fire. I let out a grunt with each slap, my sounds rising to a scream as the heat builds.
“Stop! That’s enough…please…”
“Safe word or shut up.” The curt command comes from Fraze.
I settle for cursing under my breath as I have a feeling that if I actually swear at them they’ll consider it disrespectful and my problems will get worse.
“Are you muttering, Ellie?” Declan pauses to speak to me.
“No, Sir,” I grind out. “Not muttering.”
“Nothing to say, then?”
“No, Sir.”
Declan caresses my smarting backside, and I wince as the pain seeps into my flesh and tissues. Then the spanking starts up again. I scream, squirm about as much as I am able to, but some inner demon prevents me from stopping it all by shouting ‘red’. I manage to ride the pain somehow, allow it to fill me and expand right out to my fingers and toes. There is something beautifully cleansing about being hurt in this way, liberating even. This is my choice, this deliberate loss of self and of control. I am in their hands and want to be nowhere else.
I almost don’t notice when Declan stops. The pain is everywhere, in every crack and cranny, as though he has reached in and mastered every part of me. I lie, motionless, breathing slowly, deeply, as my body throbs.
“That was beautiful, Ellie. Thank you.” It’s Fraze who speaks to me, and he’s close. Very close.
I open my eyes as he scoops my almost dry hair back from my face and view him through a haze of tears. I hadn’t even realised I was crying.
“Spread your legs, little sub. We want to know how wet you are.”
I do as he tells me. Moisture seeps from my pussy, and I know I must have made Declan’s jeans wet, too, though he doesn’t seem to mind.
“I’m sorry. I…have I made a mess?”
“You can wash them for me later.” Declan leans to the side to get a better view. “Shit, so swollen and fucking soaked.” He thrusts two fingers into my pussy. “Tight, too. Our slut certainly loves to be spanked.”
“She does, and look how red her arse is. Fucking gorgeous. Nice job, bro.” Fraze uses his fingers to part the two stinging globes of my arse, then runs his hand through my sodden folds. He wipes his palm on my buttocks, and I cry out as the heat sizzles again. “I think she’s ready.”
They are no longer talking to me, but over me, about me, as though I wasn’t here. It’s humiliating,
but acutely sexy, too. My erotic horizons are expanding by the day, by the hour almost. I can only manage a low moan as Declan plunges his fingers in and out a couple more times, then withdraws them. Fraze helps me to stand up straight.
“She’s very wet, but we’ll still use plenty of lube. Pass me it, will you?”
Declan picks up the tube, squirts a generous coating of it onto the butt plug, then tosses the tube to Fraze.
“Kneel on the bed, head and shoulders down and arse as high as you can lift it. And you’ll need to spread your legs, too, as wide as you can.” Fraze issues his commands in a stern, no-nonsense voice, and I hurry to obey.
“So pretty.” Fraze parts my buttocks again to examine my tight rear hole. “Shall we see if we can loosen this up a bit? I’m going to fuck her with the plug first, then my cock.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Declan agrees. “I’ve lubed up the plug for you.”
“Thanks.”
I let out a squeal as the cool gel hits my arsehole.
“Hush,” admonishes Fraze. “You’re going to accept this without making a fuss. You know that I won’t harm you.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
I manage to remain still when Fraze starts to work an oiled finger into my rear hole. It feels odd, very intimate, and my humiliation is absolute, but it’s not painful.
“Would you like Dec to stroke your clit while I’m doing this?”
Christ, that sounds wonderful. “Yes, please, Sir.”
“Ask him, then. Ask him very nicely and he might.”
I turn my head to face Declan. “Please, Sir, would you stroke my clit.”
“Why?”
“B-because it would feel nice, Sir.” I grimace when Fraze pushes his finger fully inside me. “Please…”
“Would you come all over my hand, like a sloppy little sub with no self-control?”
“I’ll try not to, Sir.”
“Good, because you don’t get to come until this plug is fully in and Fraze is fucking your arse with it. Do you understand?”
