Sir didn’t stop fucking me. He thrust into me again and again, impaling me harder, faster, deeper until I was once again crying out his name, begging for permission seconds before I came again.
His stamina awed me and it wasn’t until I could hardly move, my body wrung out from the sheer number of orgasms he drew out of me, that he gave in to his release, coming with a roar.
•
After cleaning us both, Sir got dressed and I waited for his instruction. It didn’t come and I realized he was waiting for me to ask permission, as per my punishment.
“Sir, may I get dressed?”
“Yes.”
I hurried to dress while he waited by the door. It bothered me that he was waiting. I felt as though I’d failed him again. We walked out of the building, me following several feet behind him. His truck was waiting at the front doors and he opened the passenger side and waited for me to get inside.
Feeling slightly embarrassed, I waited until he climbed inside before I asked if I could buckle my seat belt. He gave me permission.
A short time later, we arrived at his house. Remembering his rule, I waited until he opened my door for me before I exited the vehicle.
“Are you hungry, Sir?” I asked when we stepped inside.
“Yes.”
“Would you like me to make dinner?”
Sir turned to face me. “That would be nice. Something fast. But remove your clothes first.”
I nodded, then in a flurry of movement, I did as he requested, placing my clothing in a pile on the counter. Once I was naked, I headed for the kitchen. He left me there and I glanced through the ingredients. My first choice was baked potatoes with broccoli, cheddar cheese, and ham. Before I started preparing it, I went in search of Sir. He was in the bedroom, changing into jeans.
My breath halted in my lungs as I stared at his nearly naked form. His muscular calves, his thick thighs, his perfectly curved butt, the sexy taper of his waist and the breadth of his shoulders made my mouth water. The man was inherently male and the sight of him called to me on so many levels.
Although he was definitely sexy, I wasn’t in here to ogle him, so I shook off the thought and told him what my thoughts were on dinner and asked if he was okay with that. He answered with a simple yes.
It felt strange asking him so many questions, but I was trying to abide by the rules. I realized it was inconvenient for both of us; however, it was better than what had happened after our incident at the club. I had practically ignored him, which I now realized was both selfish and childish. The fact that he hadn’t let me go told me he held out hope for me, and I wanted to prove to him that I was worth the effort.
When dinner was ready, I found him in the living room reading something on his iPad. He joined me at the dining table. We ate in silence until I decided to broach the subject of the club.
“Sir, would you mind if I ask you questions about what happened on Saturday night?”
His eyes lifted to mine. “You can ask me anything. I’ve already told you that.”
I took a sip of sweet tea. “Do you usually scene with Master?”
“Not always, but a majority of the time, yes.”
I felt myself blush as I thought of my next question. It took me a second, but I finally blurted it out. “The scene we did…you called it sensation play. Do a lot of subs enjoy that?”
His dark eyebrows lifted. “Did you enjoy it?”
“Yes, Sir. I did. Very much.” I took a deep breath. “I was hesitant at first, but I trusted you to know how far to push me. The thought of orgasming in front of other people frightened me the most. It’d been somewhat different on the island, but at the club…it was terrifying.”
“I noticed that.”
I wasn’t sure how he could read me so well, but I figured it had to do with his experience.
“What was the prickly thing that you used?”
“It’s called a Wartenburg wheel.” He leaned back, seemingly more comfortable with my line of questioning.
“It scared me at first, but I enjoyed it. The opposing sensations were overwhelming.” I glanced down at the table, then back up to look in his eyes. “I know that there were two of you. Is it the same without so much sensation?”
“It depends on the sub.” He narrowed his eyes. “I know what you want, Luci. I’m not oblivious to it. I can see the attraction you have for my brother.” His eyes went back to his plate. “You know what? I’m done with dinner. Why don’t you finish eating, then clean up? We can continue this conversation in the living room.”
My heart ached at the way he said it. As though I felt more for Master than I did for him. I knew he had purposely changed the subject and I couldn’t blame him. Based on the way I reacted Saturday night, he had no idea how I truly felt.
“Yes, Sir.”
I watched as he left the room before I got up and cleared the table. I hand washed the dishes since there weren’t that many, then wiped down the counters and table. When I was finished, I shored up my nerve and went to the living room.
He was sitting on the sofa, but the television wasn’t on and he wasn’t reading.
I knew what I had to do.
“Sir, may I kneel at your feet?”
His eyes slowly lifted to mine. “Yes.”
I walked over to him, then eased down onto my knees in front of him. I sat close enough that I could touch his leg, wanting to be near him.
“Can I be honest with you, Sir?”
“I expect nothing less.”
Knowing that he didn’t feel the same for me that I felt for him, I decided I would tell him exactly what was taking place inside my heart, no matter how he reacted to it.
“This is all new for me. Before I came to work for the firm, I had very little experience when it came to…sex. Much less when it came to my own desires. I’ve been surprised by what I’m discovering about myself. And I’ll admit, I’m led by my emotions. It’s who I am. Things have been moving quickly and it wasn’t until I was asked to make a choice that I had time to step back and look at it all rationally. I’m glad I did, and believe it or not, the decision was easier than I thought it would be.”
I paused, gathering my thoughts. Part of me expected him to say something, but he remained silent.
“I didn’t choose option one because I didn’t want this to be superficial. I’m not the type to go back to the beginning because it seems pointless. And no, I’m not expecting anything from any of you. I know you’re not offering anything more than to train me and to teach me more about this lifestyle. For that, I’m grateful.”
He looked as though he wanted to say something, but he held back, so I continued.
“I didn’t choose option three for two reasons. First, I know Master doesn’t want me. Not the way that I want to be wanted. But that wasn’t my main reason for discarding that option.”
Sir’s eyes narrowed on my face, as though he was hanging on my every word.
My words came out raspy with emotion when I admitted my true reason for not choosing that option. “I decided to go with option two because…” I held his stare, feeling my heart race. “Because I wanted more time with you.” I shook my head. “I know that sounds like I’m professing my love, but I’m not. I understand what this is. But that hasn’t stopped me from developing feelings. And I have. For both you and…Langston. Maybe it’s wrong, but I want both of you. Not one without the other. I don’t have any expectations, so please don’t think that. I just thought you deserved to know the truth.”
The silence nearly choked me, but Sir didn’t speak and I didn’t feel the need to fill the void. He now knew how I felt and it was up to him to do whatever he thought was necessary with that information.
Time seemed to stand still and I let my gaze drop, my heart pounding against my ribs. I felt something for this man. I couldn’t deny that. I also felt something for Master. I knew going into this that my time with either of them was going to be the most difficult. Although I looked forwar
d to spending time with Ben and Justin, I knew that I wouldn’t develop the level of feelings for them that I had for Master and Sir.
When Sir’s hand curved over my head and he pulled me closer, I rested my cheek on his thigh. He brushed my hair back from my face, but he didn’t say anything. We sat like that for what felt like a really long time.
“Thank you for sharing that with me, pet,” he said roughly. “It means more than you know.”
“You’re welcome, Sir,” I whispered, not moving.
I was content to remain right there, just like we were, for as long as he would have me.
Thirty-Three
AFTER CONFESSING MY FEELINGS TO Sir and getting through the twenty-four hours in which I was required to ask for every single thing I needed, it seemed as though we developed a rather comfortable routine with one another.
And by comfortable, I meant that Sir took his role as my master very seriously. To the point I looked forward to every single interaction I had with him. Each morning, he gave me a list of things he wanted me to do that day. Not a long list, mind you, but his ideas were extremely creative.
Hence the reason I was currently vacuuming naked while he sat on the sofa and watched me. I probably should’ve been self-conscious, but I wasn’t. Or I hadn’t been, right up until the moment that Master walked in the door with a man I didn’t recognize, although he looked vaguely familiar. The woman standing beside him looked familiar, too, but I couldn’t place either of them.
“Don’t stop until you’re finished,” Sir instructed when I paused what I was doing.
I did my best to focus on my task while Master and the newcomers took their seats in the living room. It wasn’t easy while everyone seemed to be watching me intently. They were all dressed; I was not. However, I did notice that the woman was wearing a collar, so I took that to mean she was a submissive. Perhaps that was the only reason I managed to complete my task without having an anxiety attack.
After I put the vacuum back in the closet by the stairs, I rejoined Sir in the living room, kneeling at his feet without being instructed.
“Thank you, pet.”
“My pleasure, Sir.”
“Thank you for joining us,” Sir told them. “Luci, this is Master Harris and his wife, Bethany. Greet them, pet.”
I lifted my head and smiled. “It’s very nice to meet you.”
“Likewise,” Master Harris stated. “I have to admit, my wife has been eager to meet you. You might say she has an overactive imagination, and in an effort to quell it, she tends to jump on new experiences. Don’t be surprised if she asks a million questions.”
I had absolutely no clue what he was talking about.
“Master Harris’s submissive is the author whose manuscript I asked you to read,” Master clarified.
My eyes widened as it all made sense. I couldn’t help but blush, remembering that Master said he wanted me to act out a couple of scenes in the book so he could relay the information to the author. We’d never actually gotten around to doing that, although I had recently finished the book.
“I think she figured it out,” Master said, chuckling.
Sir placed his hand beneath my chin and tilted my head up so I was looking at him. “I invited Master Harris and his submissive here so they could watch us act out one of the scenes. Thought it would be beneficial for both you and her.”
I was confused. How was this supposed to benefit me?
“She’s an exhibitionist,” Sir explained to Master Harris. “It will only heighten her pleasure to know that you’re watching.”
Oh, crap.
My face flamed with embarrassment. He was right. I was an exhibitionist. He was also right, it would turn me on immensely to know that they were watching. Even more so because I would get to be with both Master and Sir.
“So, which scene were you wanting to confirm, love?” Master Harris asked his wife.
She pulled a book from her bag and handed it over. I could tell there were two sections with tabs, so I assumed it was one of those two that I’d be acting out. Admittedly, there had been quite a few scenes in that particular book that had been appealing to me. However, one of them involved three men, and another involved a paddle.
Master Harris opened the book and skimmed the page. When he handed it over to Master, he was grinning. Surprisingly, Master didn’t even look, he simply passed the book over to Sir. I waited patiently along with everyone else while Sir read a couple of pages, then turned to the other tabbed section. When he looked up, he nodded.
“The first one should prove to be interesting. Although my pet is quite small and rather limber, I’m not sure how we’ll fare, but we’ll certainly give it a shot. If you’ll excuse me for a moment, I need to get a couple of items.” Sir turned to me. “We’ll be doing the scene here in the living room.”
Master helped me to my feet, then pulled me onto his lap while Sir disappeared into the bedroom. I couldn’t help peeking over my shoulder, wondering what he was going to get. I could feel my body preparing for the scene, even as I sat there and tried to recall which of them took place in the living room. I recalled one, but it involved some interesting uses of vegetables, something I truly hoped wouldn’t be used on me.
Sir returned a minute later carrying some rope as well as a relatively large anal plug.
“While you seem to have a penchant for vegetables,” Sir said to Beth, “I’m going to improvise and use this instead.”
Beth blushed. “I completely understand.”
Thank God.
However, I now knew exactly what he had in store for me. And truthfully, I was quite curious to see how this would work. I’d questioned the position myself.
“Would you care to set the scene, love?” Master Harris asked Beth.
“Master Langston, if you’ll please disrobe and then have a seat until Master Landon is ready.” Beth and Master Harris stood, then moved around to the other side of the room.
“I think it’s only fair, love, that you undress as well, since you’re asking everyone else to do so.”
“Yes, Master.” Beth didn’t hesitate before she began stripping her clothes off. She was a beautiful woman and obviously quite comfortable in her own skin.
Master moved me to the cushion beside him, then began removing his clothing while I watched him.
“And Master Landon, you can start by restraining her arms behind her back. My Master can assist with the ropes, if needed.”
“Not necessary,” Sir said, nodding for me to come stand in front of him. “I’ve got quite a bit of experience with jute.”
While he unwound the rope, I moved to stand in front of him, turning to face Master.
Sir brushed his mouth against my ear. “What’s your safeword, pet?”
“Red, Sir.”
“If at any time you wish to stop, use your safeword.”
I nodded.
Within minutes, my arms were restrained behind my back, the rope twined from my shoulders to my wrists. I was unable to move them at all, but it didn’t bother me. I had come to enjoy being restrained by my masters.
“What’s your color, pet?”
“Green, Sir.”
More so now that Master was sitting on the sofa, stroking his cock as he watched me.
“On your knees, sweet girl.”
I went to my knees directly in front of Master.
“While I tie your legs, you may use your mouth to pleasure Langston.”
Leaning forward, I licked the head of Master’s cock, not even remotely concerned that there were two other people standing there watching as I did. Master twined his fingers in my hair and controlled the pace, guiding me down, then up as I sucked him as deep as I could.
“I love watching those lips wrap around my dick,” Master breathed out roughly.
I focused my attention on Master as best I could. It wasn’t easy when Sir tipped me forward as he secured my ankles to my thighs. It was an odd position, leaving me on my knees without any b
alance of my own. My torso rested on the cushion between Master’s thighs, but it wasn’t much support.
“We won’t let you fall, little one,” Master assured me, still guiding me up and down on his cock.
Once Sir was finished, I felt him move away from me, then I heard the rustle of clothing as he undressed. Warm hands were then on my shoulders.
“Ease her down for a minute,” Sir instructed.
Master pulled his cock from my mouth, then shifted me as he settled me onto the carpeted floor. My arms were behind my back, my ankles strapped to my thighs, which left me completely trussed up, unable to move even an inch. I could touch my calves with my fingertips, but that was about it. Although I was grateful for yoga, I was beginning to feel panic set in.
“Color, pet?” Sir asked as something cool dribbled down the crack of my ass.
“Yellow, Sir.”
In an instant, he was kneeling behind me, leaning over me with his mouth against my ear. “Breathe for me, sweetness. You’re safe with us, I promise you that. We won’t let anything happen to you.”
“I know that, Sir.” My anxiety was merely getting the best of me. I enjoyed being restrained, but this was a little more than I’d anticipated.
“Luci, if you need to stop, I completely understand,” Beth said softly.
“I’m okay,” I assured them all.
Sir’s finger dipped down between my ass cheeks, teasing me. It was enough to get my mind off the restraints and back where it needed to be.
“I wish I was fucking this ass,” Sir admitted, his voice just barely above a whisper. “Unfortunately, you’re gonna have to deal with an imposter.”
The blunt end of the plug pressed against my asshole and I moaned, wiggling back against the intrusion. I wanted it more than I cared to admit.
“Fuck, that’s pretty,” Master said, his voice coming from somewhere above me. “Watching that toy slide into your ass…”
Yep, his dirty words were turning me on even more.
Several minutes later, I was panting as the plug stretched my ass and Sir fingered my pussy. I was still on the floor, unable to move, but I didn’t care. He was pushing me closer and closer to the breaking point.
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