She jerked her mouth away and tightened her hand around his balls. It wasn't hard enough to cause true pain, but enough that no sane man would try to disobey "Not yet." Keeping her grip on his close to exploding cock, she stood. "You're going to give Ma'am what she wants."
He licked his lips and nodded. "Of course, Ma'am. I’ll give you every touch you require."
She narrowed her eyes. "No, what you're going to do is raise my skirt, Sexy." She kept a firm hand on him. "Now. We have about eight minutes left."
He fumbled with the light summer weight skirt. By the time he had managed to pull up the fabric, she was squirming and wiggling her hips against his.
"Touch me between my legs," she ordered, her tone firm, despite the rapid rise and fall of her of chest. "Feel what watching you on the videos for the past two hours has done to me."
"Yes, Ma'am," he whispered, allowing his fingers to delve into the shadowy cleft of her sex. He hissed as bare, wet folds met his fingers. "Damn, you're soaking wet, Ma'am."
She gave a guttural moan as he manipulated the hard throbbing clit against his palm. "Yes." She bucked against his hand. "Now I'm gonna fuck you, slave, and you..." She backed him up until he felt the curves of one of the settee lounges against the back of his thighs. Then she gave him a small shove. He landed hard on his ass, but had little time to think or even protest before she straddled him, her wet sex coming to rest on top of his. "And you, my sexy little submissive, aren't going to come." She inserted the crest of his cock against her opening, then slid all the way down his shaft in one deft heart-stopping move.
A low rumble built in his chest as he fought to be still, to not thrust up. She'd told him he wasn't allowed to come, that he was to wait until she gave the order.
"God, I love the feel of your cock inside me, Zebadiah," she panted as she began to move. He moved in counter point to her, biting his lower lip, using the small pain to keep from coming.
Around him, he could feel her sheath rippling, trying to milk his seed out of him. But she'd told him not to come. He tried to focus on everything but the need to come. He knew from experience sports stats, multiplication tables, nothing worked. Instead he turned inward, and focused on the one thing that truly mattered. She didn't want him to come, and more than anything, he wanted to please her. To see her face flush with pleasure, to see the happy sheen of tears in her eyes as he drove her to climax again and again. To make her happy, he'd stave off his own release until his nuts turned blue. "Ride me, Ma'am. Take your pleasure." He lifted into her, his hands around her hips to hold her steady for his thrusts. Sweat broke out on his brow as her gasping cries turned louder.
"Zebadiah." Her fingers dug into his shoulders. "I'm going to...."
"Come for me, Ma'am, bathe my cock with your pleasure." The words came out as a plea but must've done the trick, because from one breath to the next, she was cresting, shouting her release to the ceiling.
"Zebadiah!" She slammed down hard on his shaft, her hips twisting as she worked her way through her climax.
Her muscles clamped down on him as she arched backwards. He barely caught her and kept her from falling off his lap. His nostrils flared as he watched her face contort with her pleasure. "Oh yeah, that's it come around me, Ma’am. Let me feel your tight little pussy squeeze me."
She lurched back up and pulled his face into her breasts as she jerked and convulsed around him. It was all he could to hold on and keep from coming as he inhaled the light floral fragrance she wore.
When her orgasm finally passed, he pressed a kiss to her collarbone before gently lifting her off and freeing himself from her folds. She hissed and lifted her head from his shoulder.
"What are you doing, Sexy? Did I say you could remove yourself from my body?"
He shook his head, every inch of his hard-on begging to be put back inside of its nice warm haven. "No, Ma'am, but if we don't go now, Sir will be most unhappy. We have less than two minutes left.” He licked his lips. “Forgive me?"
A slow smile crossed her face. "This time. The next time you leave before I'm ready, I'm going to warm your bottom." She pressed a kiss to his temple and slowly rose from his lap, looking down on his wet sex. He was still hard and throbbing. “In fact that’s a promise, not a threat.” She held her hand out to him. “Come on before we both get in hot water.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” He rose slowly.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Nicky shifted on the bed where he was lounging back against the pile of soft fluffy pillows. Under his hips he could feel the satin duvet against his body. He was hard and aching, imagining what Steph was doing to their submissive. It never could be said he wasn't an equal opportunity Dom. He had no issue sharing Zeb with Steph, not when he knew she loved their submissive as much as he did. Besides, it had given him the chance to prep the room while she took the edge off from sitting in the security room for the past six hours, hunched over several small television screens.
Looking around the room at the flickering candles on the various hard surfaces, he sighed. Curse his romantic soul but he'd been unable resist the urge and now the lit tapers cast erotic shadows around the room, much like lovers did. The breeze coming from the central air unit had the flames playing peek-a-boo with the manacles dangling from the far wall while highlighting the center piece of the room - a huge four poster bed complete with sheer bed curtains. He almost wished he had a camera to tape the final claiming of their submissive. He could only imagine how the candlelight would cast shadows through the sheer material as they made love in the center of the bed.
He glanced down at his watch. He only had a few more minutes to wait before Steph dragged Zeb into the playroom. Personally he couldn't wait. Not when he hoped the night would end in spectacular fashion with not only the collaring of Zeb, but also his taking his first male lover in over ten years.
The sound of Steph's voice as she came down the hall sent a surge of lust through him until he nearly spurted in his leather pants. He needed them to hurry up. He was hot, horny, and at the edge of his control. He needed them now. A few moments later, Steph shoved Zeb into the room, his naked but erect cock peeking out of his open jeans leading the way. From the tight look on Zeb's face, Steph hadn't taken it easy on the man. He looked like he was ready to explode. Sliding off the bed, he walked over to the dark duffel resting on the sideboard. Opening it, he reached in for several items.
"Take him to the wall, Steph. I want to see him bound." He gave the order without thought, his mind already racing at the possibilities he could use to steer Zeb into giving him what he wanted.
"Come on, Sexy, you heard the boss, he wants you stretched out for him." She guided Zeb to the wall. As Zeb settled in place and let Steph clasp the padded manacles around his wrists, Nicky came over to watch. Once their sub was secure, Nicky handed Steph the small nipple clamps he wanted to see adorning Zeb's nipples and the cock ring. Nicky wanted a nice hard fuck before he allowed Zeb to fill his ass full.
"Damn, il mio colibrì, you don't know what it does to me to see you this way." He cupped the back of Zeb's neck, tugged him as far forward as the chains would allow, then brushed his mouth over Zeb's, his tongue tracing the slight part between their lover's lips. Flicking the moist tip of his tongue against the inner curve of Zeb's lower lip, he tugged it into his mouth, lightly nipping the captured flesh. The soft inhalation against Nicky's mouth was like tasting nirvana. A second later, Zeb cried out and his head jerked back. Looking down, Nicky smiled indulgently at Steph as he took in the small clamp hanging from Zeb's left nipple. Lightly tapping the ring, his smile grew louder as Zeb whimpered with pleasure.
"Naughty little sub. Taking pleasure from having these little nubs clamped. I think he needs the other once clamped as well, Steph." He moved back to make room for her.
She nodded. "Yes, Master." Then she leaned in and sucked Zeb's right nipple into her mouth, wetting and sucking on the little nub until it was a hard point. Zeb jerked against the wall when she slowly attac
hed the second nipple clamp.
"Breathe, Zebadiah. You know how." Nicky brushed a stray lock of hair that had fallen over Zeb's eyes back. As he did, Zeb took a deep shuddering breath before giving him a small smile. "Damn, it hurts so good, Sir. It’d be so easy to come from this alone."
Nicky drew a harsh breath. "But you won't, will you? Because if you do, I’ll have no choice but to punish you." He lightly tapped the head of Zeb's cock. Not enough to hurt but enough to warn Zeb of the consequences of failing to obey.
"Yes, Sir. You'll have no choice but to punish me." Zeb licked his lips. "I don't want punishment tonight, Sir. I need..." Zeb swallowed hard, his words fading as he looked away from Nicky.
"You need what?" Nicky turned Zeb's face back to his. "Talk to us. How can we give you what you need, if you don't tell us?"
"I...I'm supposed to serve you, make you happy. My needs are..."
"Are very important, Zebadiah." Steph rose from her crouch, so she flanked their sub on the opposite side. "It takes all three of us giving and taking to make this work." She rubbed her nose over his. "Earlier you gave me the release I needed. Tell us what you need tonight. Maybe we can fulfill a fantasy or two."
Zeb groaned at her words, his eyelids going to half-mast as she backed up. “I need both of you to take me however you want.”
Nicky wanted to howl in frustration. There was nothing wrong with Zeb being submissive to him and Steph, but if their relationship was going to stand a chance of lasting, their man needed to learn to ask for what he wanted.
“Which we already do.” Steph seemed to realize the same thing he had. “Other than the night you topped me, Sexy, you haven’t divulged any of your needs to us. You allow us to take what you offer, but you never demand anything in return.” She propped her hands on her hips. “And that’s going to end now.” She leaned in to look in his eyes. “So are you going to take the easy way out here, or are we going to have to get medieval on your ass?”
Nicky studied Zeb as he set his jaw. “Why can’t you understand serving both of you makes me happy?”
Stephanie shook her head. “Because no person lives solely for another person. It’s not healthy.” She trailed her fingers up his chest, flicking at one of the clamps. “Surely when you look at Nicky, you think of all kinds of naughty things to do to our Master.” She licked her lips. “I know I do. I love licking him all over. I don’t get to do it often, but when he does allow it…nothing is off limits. I can suck his toes… ” Nicky saw the wink Steph sent Zeb. “…which is a feat in itself. His feet are ticklish. I can explore every hidden part of his body.”
Nicky kept his eyes glued to Zeb as Steph continued to talk, to tell Zeb about how wild Nicky had become the first time she dared rim his ass. How she’d made him come from a rim job alone. Lust surged through Nicky as Zeb’s nostrils flared. His little sub was teetering. Steph seemed to realize it too because she continued in the same vein.
“Did you know shortly after I rimmed him the first time, he brought home the anal plug you loved so much?”
Zeb inhaled, his cock bobbing from where it stuck outside of his pants. “No, Ma’am.” His chest expanded, his arousal rising. “Did you enjoy it when he used it on you?”
Nicky waited with baited breath as Steph smiled slowly. “No.” She stepped back, grabbing the black duffel. Opening it, she dug through it until she found the plug and a bottle of lube. He wasn’t sure who moaned louder, him or Zeb. She lifted it into plain view. “This plug has never once breached my ass. It’s only had the pleasure of being inside two different people.” She flipped open the lid on the lube, slowly drizzling it over the tip. She met Zeb’s eyes over the toy. “One was you. Care to guess who the other is?”
“Aw fuck…” Zeb looked from the toy to Nicky. “You can’t be serious, Ma’am. Doms don’t use plugs on themselves. They don’t place themselves in a submissive position.”
Steph’s hiss wasn’t surprising. “And who’s talking here now. You or the bitch?”
Nicky decided to step in before Steph lost her cool. “Let me ask you something, Zeb. Does being bi-sexual mean I only fuck men or women?”
Zeb frowned. “Well, you are the Dom. Of course you do the fucking.”
“Let me put this a different way. You enjoy fucking Steph, right?”
Zeb snorted. “Of course I do. She’s hot, sassy and sweet.” The adoration as Zeb looked at Steph was impossible to miss, but Nicky wasn’t going to let it sway him. Zeb was going to accept what Nicky wanted to give to him, heaven help them, because Nicky wouldn’t settle for less.
“Okay, and you seem to love it when I fuck you?”
“Hell, yeah.” Zeb hissed as Steph rubbed her fingers over the damp head of Zeb’s cock.
“Why do you enjoy it?” Nicky prayed for a hearty dose of patience as he tried to lead his stubborn little submissive to the logical conclusion.
Zeb rolled his eyes at Nicky when he answered. “Well, duh. I have a prostate.”
Nicky tapped his fingers on the wall next to Zeb’s head. “Do it again, and you’re going to feel the broad side of my palm against your ass and not in a good way, sub. Do you care to rephrase your answer, without the eye roll?”
Zeb swallowed. “Sorry, Sir. It’s because I have a prostate, Sir. It feels good when you peg it.”
Nicky threaded his fingers through the hair at Zeb’s nape, tugging until Zeb was looking directly at him, and less than an inch separated their noses. “Exactly, all men have them and it’s pleasurable to have them stimulated. Unless you think for some odd medical reason or deformity on my part, I don’t possess one? ”
Zeb stared up at him, wariness in his gaze. Nicky wanted to crow. He was getting close to the root of the problem and with Zeb chained to the wall there was no place for his il mio colibrì to hide. He had to face the problem. “Of course not, Sir.”
“Then why the hell would you think just because I’m a Dom I wouldn’t enjoy the same things you enjoy sexually? I’ve admitted openly I’m a true bi-sexual. Which means I’m not always the one doing the fucking. Sometimes I’m on the receiving end. It’s not a matter of dominance at all, but the feel of having a hard cock or plug nudge my prostate over and over, until I come so hard I think my soul has left my body.”
Zeb nibbled on his lower lip. “I don’t understand, Sir. How can you not feel like you’re submitting to your lover when you let them fuck you? Every time you enter me, the submission is so complete on my part, I’m surprised I don’t drop into sub-space during the first stroke.”
“Because I don’t have a submissive bone in my body, Zeb. I don’t ask Steph to fuck my ass with the plug. I demand it. I order her to give me the pleasure I want. I tell her to lube it up like she just did, and shove it deep inside of me. It’s no different than me ordering her to drop to her knees and suck me off.” He studied Zeb’s expression. “It’s all about the pleasure and, in my case, the attitude. I don’t hide what I want. I bring it out in the open. Steph can choose to give it me or tell me to go fuck myself.” The corner of his mouth lifted in a half smile. “Which she has done more than once.”
“She’s told you to go fuck yourself and she’s still your submissive?” He glanced from Nicky to Steph and then back.
Nicky could see Zeb was trying to wrap his mind around it. “Of course she’s still mine. We love each other enough to communicate. It’s no different than having hard limits. Sometimes she wants me to do something I just don’t feel comfortable with, so I tell her no. In the same token, she has her limits as well. Sometimes we stumble onto a new one without warning. I don’t get mad - as long as she talks to me.”
“And we expect the same from you.” Steph unsnapped Zeb’s pants. With the zipper already down, they pooled at his feet. Zeb kicked them off.
Zeb bit his lip. "So if I tell you I want something...shit." Zeb seemed to struggle with the words. "Promise me, even if you don't like my fantasy, you won't leave me." His tone was raw. "I can live with an unfulfilled fan
tasy, but I don't think I can live with losing you—either of you."
"Tell us," Steph ordered as she slowly teased Zeb’s ass with the plug she still head in her opposite hand. "What is it you think will drive us away? Do you want to use the flogger on me?" She cocked her head, an indulgent look on her face before she breeched Zeb’s tender opening. He cried out, his cock jerking in response to the steady slide of the anal plug until Steph had it wedged deep inside. "You know I'd let you, Sexy. I'm a switch, I don't always have to dominate you, you know." She stood and drew a random pattern on his shoulder. "In fact, I love submitting nearly as much as I love dominating."
Zeb was breathing harshly. "No, Ma'am. I don't want to flog you. I’ll leave that task to Sir."
"Then what is it?" Nicky asked harshly. He had a feeling he knew what Zeb wanted. Come on, baby, open up. Just ask me. Don't hide from it. Even as he thought it, a tear appeared at the corner of Zeb's eye.
"I...it has to do with Sir. The things I want... I didn’t think he’d ever agree to." Zeb groaned as Nicky wrapped a hand around his cock.
"Say it, il mio colibrì. Tell me what you want from me. Don't hide from it." Nicky slowly ran his hand up and down Zeb's length.
"Dammit, I want to fuck you...." Zeb's nostrils flared as he jerked against the restraints.
A slow grin crossed Nicky’s face. “And so you shall.”
* * * *
Gritting his teeth, Zeb tried to control his need to tackle Nicky to the ground. To pit his strength against that of his Master's. Ever since Nicky had promised him he could fuck him, the man had been sadistic. He'd left Zeb in his chains to tease him.
"Sir!" Zeb jerked against the manacles. At his feet, Nicky hummed his approval against Zeb's skin as he sucked up a hicky on Zeb's inner thigh. A low groan escaped him as Nicky tested him with his teeth, the slight clamp stung but didn't break the skin.
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