by Desiree Holt
“No, sweetheart, you don’t. The question is do you want to.”
All Dallen could do was nod.
“Good boy.” Horton ran his hands down the outside of Dallen’s arms. “That’s all I expect right now—that you want it, that you try.”
Dallen managed another jerky nod.
Horton brushed his fingertips over his eyelids. Dallen didn’t open his eyes when the fingers left his face, but the blindfold he expected to be offered never arrived. “I expect you to try to keep your eyes closed. Try. No one’s going to be angry with you if you open your eyes. No one will be punished. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.” Dallen understood more than just the words. He understood the message behind them too. It wouldn’t be like last time.
Horton’s hands slid slowly around him, settling on his arse. They pulled him tight against the larger man. He could feel how hard the dominant was through the other man’s clothes. The floor disappeared from underneath Dallen’s feet as Horton lifted him. He grabbed hold of the other man’s shoulders as he clamped his eyes shut very tight against the urge to open them.
The sling moved against his skin as he felt himself being lowered. The leather caught him, supporting him in a web of chains as his weight settled against it.
Dallen had no doubt where the dominant was. Horton stood just in front of him, he could feel the other man’s eyes travelling over his body. But the older man was the only person whose position he could place within the room. He had no idea where the other submissive was.
“Caroline.”
Dallen tensed as the name left the dominant’s lips. A hand came to rest on his shoulder. Another settled against his hair. Smaller hands than those that had lifted him into the sling, with a gentler touch. Caroline.
“I’m fine,” the other submissive whispered into his ear. “I’m right here.”
Dallen barely had time to let that fact sink into his mind before a large hand wrapped around his wrist and guided it to one of the leather cuffs that hung from the frame on either side of his head. His other wrist was quickly secured by another band of leather.
Dallen took a deep breath and let it out very slowly. It had been far too long since he’d felt real bondage hold him in place. At the same time, it was far too soon to be trapped and helpless in front of a real dominant.
“We’re going to keep everything very simple today,” Horton informed him.
Sensing that an answer was required, Dallen licked his lips, and scraped two words together. “Yes, sir.”
The other man’s hands stroked over his skin, he could feel the strength in his touch, but at the same time he could feel the other man was being careful with him. He closed his eyes a little tighter, not so much needing to hide from the care the dominant was taking of him, as from the very idea he should need such a fuss made of him.
“I know what I’m doing, Dallen. No one’s going to get hurt unless they want to.”
Caroline’s fingers flexed against him, reminding him of her presence, her support.
“Yes, sir,” he managed to whisper.
As Horton’s hands traced their way up Dallen’s arms towards the cuffs, the submissive felt the other man’s strength overtake the carefulness a little. The care was still there, but it wasn’t pushed to the forefront, it wasn’t the purpose of the touch, it wasn’t the message the fingertips were trying to send to him as they worked against his muscles.
Without any sort of line being drawn, the other man’s touch turned into a statement of ownership over him. Dallen murmured his pleasure as he leaned into the dominant’s hands as much as he was able.
The sling held him at just the right height so his arse was being offered up to the other man’s cock. As Horton leant forward to stroke his hands higher up towards his wrists, his fly rubbed against Dallen’s buttocks. He felt the other man’s cock straining against the front of his jeans.
Doing his best to rock within the restraints, Dallen tried to push himself against the other man’s fly in offering. If the dominant noticed, he made no comment. His hands continued to explore Dallen’s skin as if staking a claim over him. Every inch of him seemed to be explored, examined, until Horton’s fist finally closed around his cock.
A spike of pleasure rushed through him, hard, fast and uncontrollable. His cheek brushed against Caroline’s as she rested her head against his. Her hands moved, following the same line Horton had traced up his arms, until her fingers entwined with his.
The dominant continued to jack his cock, again and again, setting fire to every nerve ending he possessed. Unable to open his eyes, Dallen had no way of knowing what expression lingered on the other man’s face, had no way of knowing if he looked likely to take him all the way with his hand. As improbable as it was that the dominant would ever grant him permission to come so easily, he couldn’t help but hope.
“Not yet,” Horton said, his voice rough with his own desire, and just a touch of gentle amusement at his submissive’s predicament.
Dallen bit back a groan as he dipped his head back and rubbed his cheek against Caroline’s skin.
Don’t make it easy for him. The dominant was obviously determined to follow the same advice he’d given to Caroline when her lips were wrapped around Dallen’s cock a week before.
It was his responsibility not to come without permission. Horton was free to work his shaft however he pleased. Knowledge of those facts rushed to his cock, making it even harder to hold back. Horton drove him to the edge and made him cling to it with his fingertips, desperate to come, but even more desperate to please his master, to show the older man he was capable of following any order he was given, no matter how hard it was to obey.
The dominant’s hand disappeared. Dallen held his breath as he sensed the other man turn and walk away from him. Closing his eyes tighter than ever, he desperately tried to remember what it felt like to trust another man—to trust a dominant.
He wanted that. He needed that. And he was willing to fight against himself for it if he had to, if only he could remember how. Blind, he only had sounds to guide him as he tried to trace the other man’s movements around the room. He heard a zipper being undone somewhere behind him. A second later, the tearing of a condom packet reached his ears.
Dallen bit down on his bottom lip as Caroline gasped, just an inch away from his ear.
“Caro?” Dallen couldn’t have kept the word back if his life had depended on it.
She rubbed her cheek against his temple. Her fingers squeezed his for a brief moment before larger pair of hands covered their twined fingers.
Horton’s touch gave the dominant a place in Dallen’s mental map of the room. He was standing right behind Caroline, fly undone and a condom rolled down over his shaft.
“You don’t have permission to move, Caroline. Your hands stay exactly where they are.”
“Yes, sir.” Even if they weren’t meant for him, the words were still effectively whispered in Dallen’s ear like a lover’s secret. It was impossible not to hear the pleasure in her response. A shot of adrenaline rushed down Dallen’s spine as he felt his lover’s enjoyment of the scene wrap around him, mixing with his own so thoroughly it was almost impossible to know where one started and another ended.
She was right there, safe and happy. There was no reason why he should hold back from losing himself in the scene, from giving everything he had to the dominant. If it was possible for Dallen’s cock to get harder, it did. Pre-cum dripped onto his skin as his shaft curved enthusiastically back towards his stomach.
Horton’s right hand disappeared from Dallen’s map of the world, but the left remained over theirs, connecting all three of them together. A moment later another gasp caressed Dallen’s ear. He whimpered as he imagined Horton’s right hand trailing over Caroline’s body as he explored her just as he’d explored him a few moments before.
Caroline turned her head to the side and her temple came to rest against his. She swayed against him and he knew Horton’s cock
was already buried deep inside her. Dallen couldn’t hold back a groan as her skin brushed against his, letting him count out each thrust the dominant offered her, almost as if he could feel it inside himself.
He rocked in his bondage in response to every motion, as if he might somehow be allowed to come, just from second hand pleasure.
She had to have been close from the very first touch, and Horton’s free hand must have been playing out a truly virtuoso performance against her clit. Long before Dallen expected it, he felt Caroline’s body jerk as she reached her climax. A glorious moan filled the air as her fingers tightened around his, her nails sinking into his palm with the force of her orgasm.
Horton’s hands left theirs. The sound of a gentle kiss being placed on Caroline’s opposite temple reached Dallen’s ears. Just a brief moment later, he sensed the other man walking back around to face him.
The tip of a hard cock pressed against his hole. For a moment he thought the older man was going to push straight into him. He felt himself tense at the prospect, even as he willed his body to relax in the vague hope that would somehow let him take the other man unprepared.
The tip of his Horton’s cock rubbed back and forth against his exposed hole, already slick. Dallen whimpered as he realised it was Caroline’s wetness that was being spread against him. As Horton pulled back, lube slicked fingers took the place of his cock. Dallen gasped his delight as the fingers slid inside him and quickly found his prostate. From that moment on, Dallen couldn’t tell if the other man’s touch was intended to be preparation or a kind of teasing torture.
Within moments, fingers weren’t enough. He needed to feel the other man inside him properly, needed to feel the other man come as he buried himself deep inside his hole and it became impossible to remember a time when they hadn’t been joined together that way.
Just as he knew he had to speak, to beg and do anything else that might make the dominant take mercy on him, the older man’s fingers left him. Plea already on his lips, Dallen hesitated.
He felt Horton’s cock kiss his hole once more. He no longer hesitated to press back against him, begging with his body if not his voice. The dominant didn’t need any further encouragement. He pushed into him, slow and steady, making him feel every inch of his shaft as he filled him and stretched him open even further.
Caroline’s lips caressed Dallen’s neck, sweet and gentle. Barely a second later, Horton began to thrust into him, hard and demanding, and thoroughly perfect from the first moment.
There had to be something wrong about one submissive receiving so much pleasure.
Suddenly, part of Dallen’s mind rebelled against everything that was being offered to him.
He pulled at his restraints, sure that much wonder couldn’t last, could only be setting him up for it to be taken away just when he needed it most.
Caroline’s fingers squeezed around his as if she sensed him edging towards panic. She murmured her approval as Horton thrust into him, as if she relished each motion just as much as he did. She pressed another kiss to his cheek.
He could still feel Caroline’s pleasure radiating off her as she rested her temple against his. She was fine. He’d seen her high on her submission so many times, he didn’t need to open his eyes to know how she’d appear right then. Beautiful and safe and content.
There was nothing he needed to think about except the bliss of being caught between his two lovers. As quickly as it had shot through him, the panic disintegrated. Dallen stopped holding back. He gave himself to the experience. Pure pleasure raced through him as he gave in to temptation, and to the instinct to trust.
Caroline traced her gaze very slowly down Dallen’s body, past where the dominant’s hands held him steady, past where his cock curved towards his stomach, past even where Horton’s shaft slid into his hole.
Her attention travelled up Horton’s shirt. The dominant thrust forward again, muscles working and flexing in his torso with every movement. Dallen rocked within the web of chains and leather as the dominant’s movements set the sling swaying in its frame. Caroline’s eyes met Horton’s. The dominant held her gaze. She looked down for a moment before quickly lifting her attention to the older man once more.
He was so in control, so confident about anything and everything. And he was exactly what Dallen needed—what they both needed. Caroline pressed a kiss against her lover’s neck. Her body still thrummed with the feel of Horton pressed up against her back, his shaft buried deep inside her. She rocked gently with each movement of Dallen’s body, as Horton pushed into him.
The other submissive’s eyes were still closed. The trust in the other man was still there as Horton forced him closer and closer to his climax.
“Come.”
The dominant timed the word perfectly.
Caroline knew Dallen well enough to know when his control was about to give away.
The word hit the air, barely a moment before any possibility of holding back slipped from the younger man’s grasp.
Dallen tossed his head as he came, cum spilling across his stomach. Horton let out a yell a moment later. He buried himself deep inside Dallen as he jerked and finally stilled.
Caroline watched as the pleasure flashed across the older man’s face. Dropping her gaze, she saw the tight grip he had on Dallen’s sides. She tightened her own grip on his hands, knowing how much he loved being held that way. Some of her own earlier pleasure rushed back through her, setting her whole body tingling as Dallen squeezed her fingers in return.
A moment later, as Horton pulled away from him, the other submissive turned his mouth towards her for a proper kiss. She parted her lips as they moulded together.
A sound from the other end of the sling caught her attention, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the older man straighten up his clothes. She pulled away from the kiss, giving Dallen back to the other man for a little while longer, eager to let her lover enjoy feeling a dominant’s control for as long as he was able to.
Horton undid the cuffs, but he shook his head when she was about to let go of Dallen’s hands. Caroline kept hold of him until Horton nodded his permission for her to move.
The dominant immediately took a firm grip on the younger man’s wrists, never leaving his skin without a lover’s touch for more than a fraction of a second. He guided the submissive’s hands forward, bringing Dallen to balance on the edge of the sling’s support.
Letting go of his wrists then, he wrapped his arms around the younger man body and lifted him down.
Still standing at the back of the frame, Caroline watched every detail of what passed between them. Even when Dallen’s feet were firmly settled on the floor, Horton didn’t take his support away from him. Caroline smiled as the older man brushed the pad of his thumb over Dallen’s eyes, giving him permission to open them.
“Good boy.”
He kissed him very gently as he blinked his eyes open. Caroline was pretty sure that was the moment. When his lips met Dallen’s that way, that was when she first realised she was starting to fall in love with the dominant.
The older man looked across to her and beckoned her closer. Suddenly feeling silly and shy, she hesitated before she stepped forward and joined them.
Horton slid one of his arms around her waist, welcoming her into the circle of his embrace. Dallen’s opposite hand settled on the small of her back. She leaned her head on Horton’s shoulder as she felt the warmth of both men’s bodies wrap around her.
Caroline closed her eyes then, not because a dominant had ordered it, not because she wasn’t allowed to see what happened next, simply because she wasn’t ready to face certain things.
Dallen pressed a sleepy kiss against her hair.
Horton arranged them all a little more comfortably against each other. “Good girl.”
Caroline smiled between them and closed her eyes even tighter.
* * * *
“Caro, what’s wrong?”
Caroline didn’t bother to lie and say everyt
hing was fine. Sitting on the edge of their bed, she stared at a patch of carpet a few inches in front of her bare feet. The same topic had been rolling around in her head for almost three weeks now.
At first it had been easy to keep the idea to herself. She had to be sure. She had to give everything time to settle down inside her mind so she could see things as they really were, without getting lost in a fantasy that didn’t really exist in the real world.
Her grip on the edge of the bed tightened as she tried to work out what to say.
Nothing had changed as they met up with Horton for more scenes, and an equal number of
‘dates’ between them. Not the way he called to the submissive inside her, and not the way she thought about him either. She knew how she felt about him, just as surely as she’d known how she felt about Dallen almost from the first time they’d met.
The room fell silent as the other submissive gave her his complete attention. When she closed her eyes, Caroline could picture him so clearly, standing behind her on the other side of the bed.
There wasn’t much she could say, not many ways she could tell the truth apart from to simply blurt it out.
“Would you hate me if you found out I was falling for him?” she whispered.
For several seconds, nothing. Dallen couldn’t have any doubt who she was talking about. There was only one man either of them meant when they talked about a ‘him’ in that tone of voice now.
The mattress shifted beneath Caroline as Dallen joined her on the bed. She held her breath as he moved across the blanket and knelt directly behind her.
“I’m not that big a hypocrite,” he admitted, very softly, the words barely louder than her own whisper.
Caroline started to breathe again. Dallen rearranged his limbs until he sat behind her, one leg stretched out towards the floor, on either side of her.
“You too?” she asked.
Dallen pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “Me too.”
She leant back against him as his arms slid around her waist. The tension that had been building inside her ever since she sensed which way things were heading eased a little.
