by Lori King
Frozen with a sense of guilt, he just stood there for a brief moment until he remembered that he didn’t belong to his old Master anymore. He belonged to Ana and Foster. Tipping his chin defiantly, he held Timar’s gaze, refusing to cower.
After a momentary flash of sadness in his eyes, Timar tipped his head in acknowledgement of Wyatt’s new relationship and turned away, disappearing out the door of the bedroom along with the rest of their audience.
Wyatt hurried to deposit his precious cargo on the bed, pushing all thoughts of his former Master out of his head. Foster was dazed from his orgasm, and still floating in subspace, so Wyatt slid under the covers next to him, and pulled him into his arms. Lying there cradling the other man, with a hard-on from hell, he felt like he was in a dream world. When Foster lifted his mouth for a kiss, he took his time, and put every ounce of emotion coursing through him into the lip-lock. If all he got was this one night—this one moment—he was damn sure going to make it count.
The two men finally broke apart when Ana approached. She bent awkwardly to remove her boots before taking a seat on the edge of the bed. The corset she wore held her stiff, and Wyatt frowned.
“Can I help make you more comfortable, Mistress?” he asked, drawing Foster’s attention to their woman as well.
Ana smiled, “Not yet, we’ll worry about stripping the rest of the clothes from the bodies once Foster is feeling more himself.”
She watched the two of them with an odd look on her face. It was almost as though she was studying their embrace and attempting to make sense of it. When Foster held out his hand to her, she gripped his fingers tightly. Like a lifeline to something she was afraid she would lose. Instantly Wyatt understood. She needed to be reassured that he wanted to share in their pairing, not replace her in it.
“Will you join us, Mistress?” he asked softly, mimicking Foster’s move with his own hand.
Her head tilted to one side, and she frowned, “I…”
The hesitation was monumental. Ana was never off balance; never hesitant.
“Earlier tonight you told me that I couldn’t have one without the other, Ana. I want what you promised. Don’t falter on me now, Mistress, not when we’re so close…” his words drifted on the still air between them, and he could feel Foster’s heart racing through the bare skin of his chest where it was pressed against him.
Her stiff spine seemed to wilt for a fraction of a moment in front of his eyes, and then she reached out for his hand. “I’m not sure this will work.”
The words stung, but he couldn’t fault her for feeling that way. Shaking his head, he shrugged, “I’m not either, but I desperately want to try. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”
“Look how far he’s come already. Hell, he was willing to suck my dick, Mistress,” Foster said with an overly dramatic gesture down his body to his softened cock. It was a sharp reminder that Wyatt’s dick was still hard with his pent up need for release, and he groaned.
Ana’s delicate eyebrow rose, and she grinned wickedly. “Aw, are those jeans making you uncomfortable, boy?”
He shot a quick glance at Foster, but the bastard was trying hard to cover his snicker. No help from that corner, he thought. Nodding, he shifted on the bed in an attempt to relieve the pressure his jeans were inflicting on his swollen shaft, without releasing her hand.
“Too bad. You have some making up to do with me. I’m not sure I’m ready to let you off the leash just yet. Foster, are you feeling better?” she asked.
Wyatt had a bad feeling about the glint in her green eyes and the smile on Foster’s face when he responded, “Yes, Mistress. I’ve recovered nicely. He’s doing a fine job of aftercare.”
“Good, you can help me prepare our boy for his turn center stage.” She dropped their hands, and stood in her bare feet next to the bed. Without her heels on she looked dainty and feminine, her long blonde braid draped over her shoulder, with just a handful of loosened wisps curling free. “I think we’ll leave the door closed for the rest of the night though, I noticed a particularly handsome stranger took unusual interest in my new submissive. Is there something you’d like to share, Wyatt?”
His breath stuck in his throat and he forced himself to swallow it back. “Timar Said, Mistress. He was my Master; the man who trained me in submission.”
Her green eyes narrowed and went nearly glacial as she said, “I thought you’d never been with a man before.”
“I haven’t, Mistress. Not sexually. Timar is the owner of a ranch in South Dakota that had private BDSM training facilities. I met him a long time ago, and he instructed me on the art of submission. There was never anything sexual between the two of us, but I won’t deny I submitted to other females. You know that.” Wyatt answered as honestly as possible.
The tension seemed to drain out of Ana’s face, and she nodded, “You’re right. We all have things in our past that we prefer not to relive. Tonight we are new again, and we will only focus on the present. Up with you now. Position yourself for your punishment, boy.”
~
Ana assumed the role of Dominatrix as though pulling on a suit of armor. Wyatt’s mention of his past had her own secrets threatening to spill from her lips, and she had no desire to face her demons when she had two horny subs at her mercy.
She and Foster moved to the side to give him room to maneuver, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the muscular man. It was fascinating to see the changes in him. He’d been so arrogant and confident before, and now she could see his pulse racing at his jugular, and he was wiping the sweat from his palms on his jeans. The tables had turned, but she was confident he could handle what she had planned.
Once he was on his knees next to the side of the bed with his chest braced on the mattress, she moved to stand behind him. Bending at the waist, she spoke near his ear, “Do you understand what you’re being punished for, Wyatt?”
He cleared his throat, but kept his head down submissively as he answered, “Yes, Mistress. I kissed your submissive without your permission.”
“I don’t share my pet with just anyone, boy.”
The muscles in his shoulders and back were truly a site to behold as they tensed and released. He was nervous, but he wasn’t scared. She understood that he needed this punishment to atone for his mistake as much as she did, and she respected him more for it.
Loosening the holster on her belt she released her four foot single tail whip. Both Wyatt and Foster jumped at the sound of her practice swing cracking in the air. She snapped it a couple more times, intent on keeping the edge she’d gained. A moment later, she abruptly set it on the bed near Wyatt’s head.
His eyes went wide and then narrowed in confusion, and his mouth fell open as he started to speak. She shushed him with one finger to his lips.
“I will dole out the punishment as I see fit, boy. Don’t even consider questioning me.” She waited for his big body to relax, and his mouth snapped shut. “The way I see it, as your Mistress it is my responsibility to ensure you’re punished when you break one of my rules,” she paused and he swallowed hard, “however, it is also my responsibility to determine the severity of the transgression, and show mercy where I see fit.”
Foster inhaled sharply to her right, but she ignored him. Her full focus was on the big man kneeling at her feet. Wyatt’s golden eyes showed confusion and relief all at once.
“I know how irresistible my pet is. I’m not sure I would be able to keep my hands off him if we were locked in a bathroom alone. Foster, help him get his jeans off, so that I can see my new toy.”
The two men moved in tandem, Wyatt rising to his feet as Foster reached for the zipper of his jeans. Their eyes met and neither broke the shared gaze as Foster opened Wyatt’s jeans, and pushed them down his thick thighs. Like two massive tree trunks, Wyatt’s muscular legs appeared from under the denim, and a moment later his boxer briefs were shoved down to his knees exposing the thick length of his erection.
Ana actually had to bi
te back a moan at the sight of him naked. The purplish head of his cock glistened with pre-cum, and her mouth was watering to taste him, as much as her pussy wanted to welcome him home. Fuck it was hard to be the one in control sometimes.
Once he was stripped bare, he settled back at the side of the bed with his taut ass up in the air for her. She retrieved her paddle before positioning herself behind him once again. “You’ll take ten for kissing my submissive, and ten more for making the two of us suffer for the last four months while you got your shit together. Oh, and be sure to thank me for each one, boy.”
Without another word she swung the paddle, and it thudded against the fleshy part of his ass. He didn’t grunt or groan, he just said the words, clearly and confidently. “One. Thank you, Mistress.”
Switching angles, she swung again, pleased that he held himself in check and determined to break his well-honed control. By the time she reached twenty swats, sweat poured off of him, and his ass was a fiery red color with one particularly pretty welt in the shape of an A that would bruise nicely.
“Perfect, boy. Nicely done. You may join Foster on the bed, but you’ll sit on that sore ass for now. I want to make sure the memory is deeply ingrained in your brain, so that we don’t have to deal with this again. I like to give pleasure, via pain or a hedonistic romp in bed, but I don’t like it when I’m forced to punish my submissive. That’s what you wanted to be, right?”
“Yes Mistress. I’m yours.” Wyatt, crawled up on the bed, and tenderly lay on his back, tensing for a moment when his ass hit the sheets.
“We haven’t discussed my systems yet, Wyatt, but I’m sure you’ve watched Foster and me enough to know most of them. What number are you, boy?”
Wyatt’s honeyed gaze met hers, and the corner of his mouth rose slightly. “Less than three, Mistress.”
“Less than three? But not two?” she frowned at him. When he didn’t respond, she huffed, “Speak freely. I need to know your limits. Why would you say less than three?”
He chuckled a bit, and then grinned at her, “Because that paddle hurts, Mistress. If it was more than a ten I would have yellowed out, but I never got past a five. I’m not a pussy, Ana. I can take what you dish out, and I deserved every swing. My ass is tender, but it’s by no means unbearable. Honestly, I loved every minute of it.”
She let out a loud snort before she laughed. It was going to be impossible not to fall for this man. Slapping her hand down on his bare thigh to get his attention, she slid her palm up until it was buried in the crinkly hair of his groin, and she tugged sharply at his short hairs. “That looks delicious, doesn’t it, pet?”
Foster’s eyes were pinned on Wyatt’s cock and her hand, but he managed to murmur, “Yes, Mistress.”
“Would you like to taste him?”
Wyatt groaned as she stroked her way up his shaft to the moist crown, and swiped the pre-cum from the top, offering her finger to Foster as she had Wyatt earlier. Just like Wyatt had, Foster eagerly accepted the gift, and suckled on her finger with pleasure.
Ana kept her eyes trained on Wyatt’s face, so she didn’t miss the way his pupils dilated at the sight of the other man tasting his cream. She took it as a good sign when the muscles of his abdomen rippled and his cock bounced a bit, beckoning for more.
Pulling her finger away from Foster’s soft mouth, she snapped, “Cuff him to the bed frame, pet. I think he deserves a taste of our playful side before we gift him with the fuck he craves tonight.”
Wyatt growled at her. He literally growled, and his eyes glinted with frustration. Instead of pissing her off like it would have if it came from Foster who knew better, the sound turned her on. She felt her pussy grow wet as she imagined sliding her cunt slowly down on top of the bound man, and teasing him for hours without allowing him an orgasm. Oh yeah, he was going to be fun. He had just enough switch in him to make him untamable.
With a sharp laugh, she shook her head, “You just lie back and suffer—or enjoy, whichever, doesn’t matter to me.”
She turned away and marched back across the room to retrieve a few toys and a bottle of lube, knowing that Foster would follow her instructions. By the time she returned to the bed, Wyatt was cuffed spread eagle on his back. She sent up a silent thank you to Killian for having his entire home outfitted for kink, and then set to work claiming her new sub.
~
Foster knew that look on his Mistress’s face. Ana was turned on, and more than a little excited to have Wyatt’s submission. She seemed prepared to play with him until he was begging for mercy, and Foster couldn’t find it in him to stop her. He wanted Wyatt to fuck him. He wanted to fuck Wyatt. Hell he wanted to fuck Ana, while Wyatt fucked him.
A loud groan rumbled out of Wyatt’s throat, drawing Foster back to the present and he was surprised to see the other man now blindfolded. Ana held a Wartenberg wheel in one hand, and a feather duster in the other, and she wore a wicked look on her pretty face.
With a small gesture she beckoned him closer, and Foster climbed between Wyatt’s spread thighs to accept the feathery toy she handed him. It gave him the perfect view of the other man’s thick dick and heavy hanging balls, and he was tempted to reach out and feel them against his palm. He knew that would upset Ana’s plan, so he held his place and waited patiently for instruction.
“I want to make sure you’re paying attention to us, Wyatt. I want every nerve in your body focused on what I’m doing.”
Without waiting for his response, she ran the prickly wheel of the instrument, up the sensitive skin of Wyatt’s leg from the top of his knee to the sharp groove that sat at the top of his thigh. Goose-bumps popped up all over his golden skin, and he shivered at the contact. Foster shivered in sympathy or envy—he wasn’t sure which—but he knew how fantastic that wheel felt on the skin. The pain of the punishment from moments ago seemed to be completely forgotten as Ana went about her sensual torture.
She nodded to him, and he duplicated her motion with the pervertable he held on Wyatt’s other leg, receiving a hiss of surprise from him as a reward. Together the two of them tortured and pleasured him, alternately running the tines of the sharp wheel over the skin in sensitive spots, and then following with the soft brush of the feathers, then vice versa.
It wasn’t long before Wyatt was panting, and his hips were straining upward, but he didn’t speak. Somehow he held his tongue and managed not to beg for what he needed. Foster was damn impressed with the man’s control. This slow seduction thing was hell on a man’s nerves.
He watched as Ana rolled the tiny spikes of the wheel over Wyatt’s swollen lips, and then continued her trail in a line down his jaw to his collarbone. She gave Foster a stern look for his pause in tormenting the other man. Wyatt’s skin rippled under the wheel, and the motion echoed through Foster’s body as though the wheel was on his own flesh.
Forcing his arm to move, he copied his Mistress, dragging the feathers through the moisture on Wyatt’s lips and down the same path to a point between his nipples. A sexy shudder of need went through the other man.
Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Ana fidgeting in place and he realized that she was the only one still clothed. He knew her well enough to know that having Wyatt bound and at her mercy would have her pussy drenched, so the leather leggings she wore couldn’t be comfortable.
Dropping the feather duster to the bed, he pushed off the end of it, and moved to her side. “Let me help you, Mistress,” he said softly, disturbing the silence in the room for the first time in several minutes.
Wyatt’s head turned toward their voices, when Ana replied, “Yes, pet, that would be wonderful.”
It only took a moment to free the line of hooks down the back of her corset, and draw it away from her body. The thin red grooves it had pressed into her pale white skin looked angry and painful, and he couldn’t resist pressing a kiss to the ones he could reach on her back.
She sighed with pleasure and her head dropped back as she relaxed under his hands. Technical
ly, she was still in control, but she never seemed to mind allowing him to care for her as a man would care for his woman in any other circumstance.
When her leggings were off and she was naked, she smiled gratefully at him, and his heart ached. There was love in her green eyes—he just wished it was on her lips too.
“Mistress?” Wyatt asked in a gruff voice that was tight with his need.
“I’m here, boy. Foster was just helping me get more comfortable.” Her words made Wyatt groan, and she laughed, “Would you like to see?”
He gasped, “Yes, please!”
Foster chuckled at the other man’s harsh response, because he was familiar with the feeling of need Ana could create in a body. When she leaned over Wyatt to remove the blindfold, her ass lifted beautifully, and he had to fist his hands to resist stroking it. She would not appreciate a distraction right now. Not when Wyatt was staring up at her so hungrily, and she was arched so perfectly…
Chapter 10
Wyatt blinked as the blindfold was removed, and then opened his eyes to a vision of perfection. Ana’s beautiful body was bare to view, and her sexy tits swung near his throat. Tipping his head he stared at the dark nipples, his mouth watering for a taste. To his surprise she moved sharply and slapped the side of his cheek with one, before she threw her leg over his wide torso and sat on his chest. His lust skyrocketed as he felt her damp pussy press against his bare skin, and he got a nose full of her delicious scent.
“Are you paying attention, boy?” she asked, her eyes flashing with merriment and desire.
“Yes, Mistress.” He grunted as she scooted upward, and released the cuffs with a deft flick of her wrists. Immediately he wrapped his arms under her thighs to cup her ass in his big hands, and tip her pelvis forward.
The smiled that spread across her face reassured him that that was exactly what she’d intended, and she shifted until her knees rested on either side of his head, and her sweet pussy was spread for him to taste. He wasted no time feasting on her dripping slit, running his tongue along her seam until it parted for him and her knees spread wider giving him more access. Her cream was sweet and musky; divine. She spoke to Foster, but with her thighs bracketing his ears, Wyatt couldn’t make out her instructions. It wasn’t until a hot mouth engulfed the head of his aching cock that he knew what she’d said.
