Anthology - Threefold

by Desiree Holt

  Horton let his lips twist into a smile. “I’m sorry I missed it.” He’d be stunning in bondage. Unless Horton was very much mistaken he’d also be gorgeous in his submission.

  He could so easily imagine his eyes full of the same sleepy contentment that Caroline displayed that night.

  Dallen studied him for a few seconds as if judging his sincerity before looking away.

  His head dropped forward as he re-tied the laces on one of his trainers. It might have been a shadow that brought just the tiniest touch of colour to his cheekbones, rather than pleasure at the idea the dominant would have liked what he saw, but Horton doubted it.

  The older man settled his hand on the small of the submissive’s back as they walked out of the locker room. Caroline was already making her way down the corridor towards them. She smiled when she saw them, but Horton didn’t miss the way she studied them, trying to read how the situation stood between them.

  She’d changed into clothing more suitable for the weather. The dress had disappeared in favour of jeans and a sweater. She’d pulled herself together a little too, as if uncomfortable lingering in sub space while forced to be away from her boyfriend for a little while.

  Dallen smiled when he caught her eye. He held his hand out, welcoming her back to his side. She looked up at Horton and nodded her greeting, a little shy now that she was coming back to herself more. “Sir.”

  Horton couldn’t help but approve of the way the two young lovers slotted against each other. Dallen’s arm immediately went around Caroline’s shoulders. Her arm snaked around his waist at the same time, her hand slipping neatly into his jeans pocket.

  Stepping forward, for reasons he wasn’t quite sure of himself, Horton pressed a chaste kiss to Caroline’s cheek in farewell. Turning to Dallen, he offered him the same gesture. The younger man definitely blushed then.

  Horton smiled to himself as turned and walked away. As playmates went, they looked likely to be spectacular. By the time he reached the car park and slid behind the wheel of his car, he was already counting the days until the following Saturday.

  Chapter Two

  “Scared or excited?”

  Caroline leant back against Dallen as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

  “Excited,” she said. “I think…”

  Her lover chuckled as he pressed his lips to her neck. Turning within the circle of his arms, she rose up onto her toes for a real kiss.

  The moment their mouths touched, she felt her answer to the original question become a little more certain. Excited—definitely excited, and she could feel the same sense of expectation, running through Dallen’s body.

  They’d shared so many little whispered “maybes” with each other, since agreeing to do the scene. Now that they were finally standing in the playroom, about to find out if any of their hopes and guesses about the other man were true, it was hard to breathe through the sheer need to have the other man there—to feel the certainty only a true dominant could offer them.

  “You know that he’ll think you’re magnificent, right?” Dallen murmured as he broke the kiss.

  Caroline looked up and met her lover’s eyes. “I’m not sure. I think he might have been more taken with you than with me.”

  Dallen shook his head at the idea, but she couldn’t help but pray that particular guess of hers would turn out to be true. After last time, he needed that sort of attention and reassurance from a real dominant.

  She wanted it with a deep ache that filled part of her soul. But Dallen was the one who needed it.

  Reaching up to him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to pull him down for another kiss. She ended up pulling herself up instead. As her feet left the floor, Dallen’s arms wrapped around her waist. He twirled her around, his expression full of joy and mischief.

  Caroline grinned back at him, glorying in Dallen’s light-hearted mood. They wouldn’t be playing pretend tonight. And there was nothing like the look in his eyes when he knew there would be a true dominant joining them.

  As she was spun around again, Caroline caught sight of the door. She squeezed Dallen’s shoulder, stopping him short. He turned and followed her gaze. When he caught sight of Horton standing in the doorway, he set her carefully back on her feet.

  Caroline lifted her hand and pushed her hair back from her face. There went the plan for them to be ready in a perfect submissive offering, when he arrived…

  The atmosphere in the room changed. Not sure if they should speak or approach, there was nothing either of them could do but wait for his reaction.

  “Come here.”

  He didn’t ask for either of them specifically. They stepped forward together and knelt next to each other, just an inch or two of air between them. Head bowed, gaze lowered, Caroline watched Horton’s shoes approach as he moved to stand directly in front of them.

  He reached out to them both at the same time, sliding his fingers through their hair, before tucking the knuckles of each hand under their chins to encourage them to look up.

  “Anything new that I need to know?”

  They both shook their heads. Caroline felt something inside herself relax with the simple fact that it occurred to him to ask such a question at the beginning of a scene.

  “Up.”

  They rose to their feet, each of their movements made graceful by long practice.

  “Back where you were. I want both of you naked.”

  As they turned away from him, Caroline caught Dallen’s eye. He smiled back at her.

  They reached the spot on the other side of the room, where they’d been standing when they first realised he’d arrived. Kicking off her shoes, Caroline set them neatly by the wall.

  Out of the corner of her eye she saw Dallen pull his t-shirt over his head. He folded it carefully before setting it down alongside her shoes.

  She hesitated when she felt Horton walk across the room towards them. The older man stepped up close behind Dallen. She watched as the younger man fell still in response.

  Not sure what was expected of him, there was nothing her lover could do but wait on the dominant’s pleasure.

  “There’s no need to pretend you’re strangers.” Horton whispered the words to Dallen but not so quietly Caroline couldn’t hear him clearly.

  Reaching past Dallen’s shoulder, the older man touched Caroline’s cheek. He led her forward, to stand close in front of the other submissive, and guided her to tilt her head back.

  They were a fraction away from a kiss.

  Dallen took a deep breath. The air caressed her lips. Neither of them made the final move. In a way, no matter how much they loved each other, they both knew they didn’t have that right while they were in his scene. Caroline took a shaky breath. They couldn’t reach out to each other, they couldn’t bring their lips together. They belonged to Horton for the rest of the evening, and they didn’t have any right to expect him to share them with each other.

  Horton’s hands came to rest on Caroline’s hips. He tugged her forward. At the same time Dallen leaned towards her, and she knew it was because Horton’s body had pressed against his back.

  Their lips came together. Caroline gasped into the kiss.

  “If I wanted to play with submissives who were strangers to each other, I’d have invited two very different people to share this room with me tonight.”

  “Yes, sir.” Both of them whispered the words against each other’s lips at the same time.

  Caroline smiled against her lover’s mouth, trying to remember the last time any dominant who had taken them into a scene hadn’t immediately made even glancing at each other a privilege that had to be earned, that had to be begged for.

  Horton walked away. Caroline was vaguely aware of sounds floating across to them from the other side of the room, but her attention was all on Dallen. His hands played across her skin as he half helped and half hindered her attempts to follow their temporary master’s orders and strip the fabric away from their bodies.

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bsp; Another kiss found her hands roaming over his skin in return. Dallen’s hands fumbled as he tried to undo his jeans. She “helped” by slipping her hand into his fly the moment it was undone and gently squeezing his shaft. He murmured his approval into the kiss. The moment their lips parted, he muttered a half curse, before cutting himself off.

  Somehow, as their hands played and their lips moulded against each other’s mouths, their clothes were placed neatly by the wall. As she knelt and set the last item on the top of the pile, she looked over her shoulder. Horton was watching them from the other side of the room. He called her over with a nod of his head when he caught her eye.

  She slipped her hand into Dallen’s and brought the other submissive’s attention to their master.

  Completely naked, she felt the lack of a collar around her neck more than ever. It took all her self control not to hesitate as they crossed the room. The older man stood next to the spanking bench. The noises she’d heard had been him attaching four thick leather cuffs to the supports.

  There was only room for one of them to be bound to it. Caroline tightened her grip on Dallen’s hand as she waited to hear which one of them it was to be.

  “Caroline.” The dominant tapped the padded surface of the bench.

  She glanced at the other submissive out of the corner of her eye.

  “Help her into place, Dallen,” Horton ordered.

  She quickly arranged herself over the spanking bench, settling herself against the leather surface.

  Dallen leant down and whispered in her ear as he fastened the cuffs around her wrists. “Don’t waste it, sweetheart.”

  Caroline looked up and met his eyes. No further explanation was needed. She knew what he meant. Don’t worry about me. If you’re the only one he’s really interested in, don’t waste the scene—enjoy it.

  He smiled encouragingly before he moved out of her line of sight and did up the restraints around her ankles. The leather wrapped tight around her limbs. The position of the leg supports pulled her knees far apart. Her backside was tilted up in offering—to be screwed, to be spanked, for Horton to do whatever he wanted with her.

  Dallen had meant it when he gave her permission to simply enjoy whatever was about to happen next, but it wasn’t as if she could forget about him and what he might have hoped for that night.

  She closed her eyes, as she tensed within her restraints, wanting to trust the dominant, but unable to have any faith in a man who promised an interest in them both, only to announce he was only inclined to put one of them in bondage.

  Caroline opened her eyes as she heard Dallen gasp. She turned her head to her left, then to her right, trying to find him. When she finally caught sight of the other submissive, the tension that had flooded into Caroline’s veins immediately drained away. She rested her cheek comfortably on the padded surface of the spanking bench and drank in every beautiful detail.

  Horton stroked his fingertips down Dallen’s back as he pulled the other submissive closer to him. The older man’s hands moved further down and palmed his bare arse as he held their bodies together. Caroline watched, enthralled, as the kiss Horton offered her lover, morphed into another, then another.

  She felt the atmosphere in the room change as Dallen relaxed under the other man’s touch. The hold Horton had on him coaxed Dallen to rock his hips and rub himself against his master’s body. She heard the younger man moan his pleasure as he took him up on the invitation.

  Drawing in a deep breath and letting it out very slowly, she helplessly rocked her own hips against the spanking bench. Pulling slightly at the cuffs around her limbs, she consoled herself with the feel of leather against her skin as she patiently waited her turn.

  Dallen’s hands went behind his back. One set of fingers wrapped tightly around his other wrist and Caroline knew that was the only way he could stop himself from reaching out to the other man without permission.

  Horton pulled back from Dallen a little. They were close enough for her to see the look on her boyfriend’s face. His eyes stayed closed for a moment before he blinked them open and looked up at the dominant.

  A second later, the submissive looked down between their bodies. Horton followed his gaze. So did Caroline. She was just in time to see Horton’s fingers wrap around Dallen’s cock.

  He was so hard. Caroline gasped as she saw Horton’s grip tighten on her lover as the dominant took him properly in hand for the first time. Her own hands tightened into fists as she fought against the desire to try to reach out to them both.

  “You don’t have permission to come.”

  Caroline whimpered. Dallen turned towards her as he heard the sound. Their eyes met. Pure pleasure was reflected back to her. Horton moved to stand behind the younger man. The other submissive’s hands still remained behind his back.

  Caroline bit her lip. His palms would be right over Horton’s fly. To have his fingers right there, resting against the other man’s body and not be able to touch him properly would be like torture.

  Horton, however, was under no obligation to wait for permission to touch whomever he wanted, however he pleased. His hand continued to steadily masturbate Dallen. More and more tension built up in the submissive’s body as the dominant took him closer to the edge.

  Dallen’s head dropped back to rest on the taller man’s shoulder. Caroline watched, fascinated, as Horton walked them both forward, closer and closer to where Caroline waited.

  The dominant stopped them directly in front of her. His hand still worked Dallen’s cock with strong confident strokes. The spanking bench put her at just the right height to take him into her mouth. Looking up, she saw that Dallen’s head was still back on the taller man’s shoulder. There was no way he could know how close he stood to her.

  She met Horton’s eyes. Not sure if she was allowed to offer or not, she let her lips fall open in silent hope. Horton smiled slightly as he rocked his hips behind Dallen and nudged him closer to her mouth.

  Dallen’s eyes snapped open as her lips closed around the tip of his cock. His hips thrust helplessly forward, pushing his shaft deep into her mouth. He looked down. Their eyes met. He pulled back a little, but Caroline knew he was already too close to the edge to be polite. He helplessly pushed past her lips again. Horton’s hand still steadied his shaft, his knuckles brushed against Caroline’s mouth as she sucked around Dallen’s cock in just the way she knew he loved, desperate to add to the pleasure already provided by Horton’s hand.

  One of the larger man’s palms settled on Dallen’s hip, stilling his thrusts, demanding that he stand perfectly still before her.

  “You still don’t have permission to come.” Horton took his hand away from the younger man’s erection to settle it on his other hip, making sure he couldn’t move even the tiniest fraction of an inch.

  Dallen swallowed several times before he managed to scrape together an answer.

  “Yes, sir.” His voice was raw, submissive and more beautiful than Caroline had ever heard it.

  Horton remained behind him, looking down over his shoulder. Caroline could feel his eyes on her mouth, watching her diligently servicing his other submissive.

  He reached past Dallen and stroked his hand through her hair in praise. “That’s right, darling. Don’t hold back. Dallen knows not to come without permission—that’s his responsibility, not yours. You’re not to make it easy for him.”

  “Yes, sir,” Dallen whispered again. The reply was fractured by a gasp as Caroline murmured her own understanding around his cock, surrounding his shaft with vibrations.

  If Horton wasn’t there, she’d have pulled away, not wanting to tease too much when he couldn’t relax and enjoy it. But Horton’s orders changed everything. She wanted to please the other man so much. The tiny bit of praise he’d already offered her, made her desperate for more. And, as she saw the pleasure in Dallen’s gaze, any reason she had to try to disobey disintegrated. His eyes told her everything she needed to know—it was the right order, the one Dallen
needed her to receive.

  Safe in that knowledge, she swirled her tongue around the tip of Dallen’s cock and simply let herself fall into her submission.

  Horton stroked the skin over Dallen’s hip bones with his thumbs, back and forth, again and again. The submissive’s fingers twitched between their bodies. The tension in the younger man’s muscles doubled, then trebled.

  “Do you like that, sweetheart?” Horton whispered into his ear.

  Dallen nodded quickly. His skin pressed against Horton’s hands as the submissive fought to push his cock further past Caroline’s teasing lips. “Yes, sir.”

  “Good boy.” Horton tightened his grip for a moment, pulling the younger man’s body back more firmly against him. “You stay there now—and remember your manners.”

  “Yes, sir.” The words were shaky with need, but as he blinked his eyes open and looked down at his lover, his hips stilled and he brought himself a little further under his own control.

  “That’s good,” Horton said, as he stepped away.

  He walked around to stand at the side of the spanking bench. His new friends were stunning, completely lost in each other, lost in their submission.

  He settled his hand on the small of Caroline’s back, just resting his palm against her, reminding her that she wasn’t alone in the room with her boyfriend. She murmured her pleasure, pushing her back into his palm like a kitten desperate to be stroked.

  Dallen gasped as the vibrations from her murmurs shot through him once more. He looked up for a moment and met his dominant’s eyes. When he dropped his gaze it went straight to where Horton’s hand rested on Caroline’s back.

  He didn’t sense any sort of jealousy in the younger man. The only thing he saw was anticipation, a desire to follow the scene through and find out what would happen next—