A Turn of the Screwed [Suncoast Society] (Siren Publishing Sensations)

by Tymber Dalton

“Boy, you want into this pussy?” Keith asked.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Girl, you’d better do some begging on his behalf.”

  “Please, Sir. Please let your boy fuck your girl’s pussy!”

  Keith’s mouth was next to her right ear and his breath, warm, washed over her flesh as his voice rumbled. “Tell him who owns you.”

  “Sir owns this girl.”

  “Tell him exactly what I own.”

  “Sir owns this girl’s pussy, ass, mouth, nipples, everything.”

  “That’s right. So, boy. Your turn. Tell me who owns this girl.” Keith’s hand over her throat wasn’t closing in, just warm, gentle pressure reinforcing her role and his.

  She loved it.

  Scott didn’t even need any prompting. “Sir owns his girl, all of her.”

  “Good boy. I think I’ll let you fuck my girl. She’s never had two real cocks inside her before at the same time, but she’s good at taking my cock and a toy at the same time. Put your cock inside her and hold still.”

  She let out a moan as Scott’s cock filled her, stretching her in a way she hadn’t felt with the toys.

  “How’s it feel having boy’s cock in you, too?”

  “Good, Sir. Thank you.”

  “Boy, grab the Hitachi. Girl, you know my rule. Keep your eyes open. Doesn’t matter if it’s me or if it’s boy, if one of us is facing you during sex, you keep your eyes open and watch.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  She stared into Scott’s eyes and saw the familiar submissive glaze there that he’d had with her…and knew her own gaze had to look pretty similar.

  Scott pressed the Hitachi against her clit.

  “Boy, you’d better not come until I tell you you can,” Keith ordered. “Turn on the Hitachi.” Keith wrapped his other arm around her waist while keeping the hand on her throat. “And scream your head off, girl,” he said before he bit the side of her neck.

  Scott switched on the vibrator and her world exploded. Or maybe it finally came together again. She didn’t know.

  What she knew was as she forced herself to keep her eyes open and look at Scott, he was meeting her gaze, and Keith had his teeth clamped down against her flesh. Pleasure, pain, all of it blended together as Keith growled against her flesh.

  “Oh, look at that,” Keith said. “I can feel you coming. How’s it feel making my pet come with my cock in her ass, boy?”

  “It feels good, Sir,” Scott said, his tone sounding strained.

  “Don’t you dare fucking come, boy. Not yet.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Helpless, she laid there, pinned between the men, impaled on their cocks with wave after wave of pleasure spinning through her. She didn’t know for how long until Keith finally spoke up. “Okay, boy,” he said, now sounding hoarse himself. “Fuck my girl and come. Fuck her nice and hard.”

  Scott kept the vibrator pressed against her clit as he fucked her, keeping her coming. It didn’t take him but a few hard strokes before he was climaxing.

  Keith reached for the vibrator, kept it pressed against her clit. “Don’t take all day, boy. Finish up and then get on your knees and clean my pet up.”

  “May I kiss your girl first, Sir?” he asked.

  Keith chuckled, “Yes, you may kiss her.”

  Scott grinned as he leaned in and kissed her, hard, deep, pressing the vibrator against her body even more.

  “Thank you, Sir,” Scott said as he straightened and withdrew. “Thank you for letting me fuck your girl and kiss her.”

  “You may always kiss my girl without my permission, unless I tell you you can’t,” Keith said. “Now on your knees.”

  She let out another moan as she felt Scott’s tongue slide inside her, accompanied by satisfied noises she suspected were from Scott tonguing Keith’s balls, too. After a couple of minutes, Keith turned off the vibrator and dropped it onto the bed, rolling over with her under him. He fucked her, hard and fast, her nipples sore where the new rings rubbed against the sheets.

  She didn’t care. The feel of his weight pressing her to the bed, his cock inside her, it felt right. Perfect.

  He reached up and grabbed her hands, lacing fingers with her and squeezing as he climaxed and filled her ass.

  Laying there, catching his breath, he finally kissed the back of her neck. When he next spoke, he sounded like Keith, not Sir. “Let’s all go grab a shower and talk.”

  * * * *

  If Scott died right then, life couldn’t be any more perfect. As he followed Keith and Noel into the shower, he realized his dreams had come true.

  In the shower, Keith pulled him in for a long, deep, loving kiss. “You all right?”

  “I love you, Sir,” he said.

  Keith smiled. “Let’s talk as equals. And I love you, too.” Keith pulled Noel in for a kiss. “Obviously, you two aren’t getting divorced. Not if I have anything to say about it. But Noel has something to talk to you about.”

  He focused on her and realized she was now blushing.

  Hell, she’d been speared by both their cocks and hadn’t been the slightest bit embarrassed.

  She finally spoke. “I want to have a baby,” she said, looking back up to meet his gaze. “I told Keith I don’t care which of you is the father.”

  Scott realized what she was saying. “A baby?”

  “Yeah.” The pink in her cheeks deepened. “Keith was mindfucking me, talking about you two breeding me, and he realized it made me horny. I want to have a baby, Scott. You know I have.”

  Keith interjected. “We’ll wait, obviously. Make sure we settle into this new dynamic okay first. But I think once we’ve been together for a year, if we’re all in agreement, then we can make that happen for Noel.”

  Scott nodded. “Yeah. I’d like that.” He looked at her. “I love you, sweetheart. Thank you.”

  She smiled. “I love you, too. I should be thanking you.” She reached out and poked him in the chest. “Went through two years of stuff before we got to this point, though, so I’m thinking I’m going to enjoy watching him beat your ass.”

  “Here’s the rules she agreed to,” Keith said, filling Scott in. Pretty much the same rules he’d agreed to.

  He couldn’t help staring at her nipple rings. Keith really owned her, the way he owned him.

  They wouldn’t have to get divorced.

  He could have both of them, keep her happy, keep Keith happy, live like this.

  “We’ll give this two months,” Keith said. “Then we’ll have our collaring at the club. After that, at the one-year anniversary of her becoming my pet, we’ll talk again about having a baby. Are you good with that?”

  Scott grinned. “Yeah. Real good.”

  Keith kept his arms around both of them. “I will probably have more rules for you both once we settle in, kinky stuff.” He chuckled. “More for my amusement than anything. But when it comes to money and other things like that, even though I’m your Master and Owner, to both of you, we discuss that, and other important life decisions like having children, as equals. Got it?”

  “Got it,” Noel said.

  She not only sounded happier than she had in the past couple of years, she looked happier, too.

  “Got it,” Scott said.

  Keith nodded. “Good. Then let’s get cleaned up and snuggle. I’m exhausted. She’s fucked me ragged the past couple of days.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  They’d been ensconced in their new world order for nearly four weeks when Noel finally started getting jittery. When she tried to talk to Eliza about it, Eliza stopped her before she got too far.

  “We need to bring in some experts.”

  “Experts?”

  “I’m not poly. I mean, I understand poly in theory, but I’m not poly.”

  “I don’t want to go to a counselor.”

  “Not a counselor. If I get some people together, will you talk with them?”

  “Who?”

  “Friends of mine. I have acce
ss to some experts in the field.”

  Despite her misgivings, Noel knew she needed to do something. “Okay,” she said. “I guess.”

  “Good. I’ll pick you up tomorrow afternoon and we’ll go meet with them.”

  Which is why Noel was now sitting in Eliza’s car with her outside a restaurant in Sarasota on a Sunday afternoon. Keith and Scott were at home having a little alone time, which was only fair. It’d felt more like the Keith and Noel show for the majority of the past few weeks.

  She’d actually felt a little guilty about that. Not that it could be helped because of Scott’s work schedule. And she and Keith worked together, now rode into work together every day.

  “So why am I here, exactly?” Noel asked Eliza.

  “You’re here to talk to some friends,” she said as she shut the car off and looked at Noel. “People who have practical experience in the matters which are troubling you most.”

  “I’m not comfortable talking about my personal life with strangers.”

  “For starters, they’re not strangers. Secondly, I know them. And you’ve even met some of them, I think. Third, you have a better idea than what I’m putting forth?”

  No, she didn’t.

  With a resigned sigh, Noel unfastened her seat belt and followed Eliza into the restaurant.

  They were expected, and the last ones to arrive, apparently. The hostess led them to a table in the far corner where several other women were already seated. Yes, she knew Tilly and Loren, and sort of knew Essie and Cali. The other woman, she thought her name was Clarisse, but she wasn’t sure.

  Eliza quickly confirmed that with the introductions as they sat, Eliza on Noel’s left, Tilly on her right. Once the waitress took their drink orders and left them alone, Eliza started.

  “I appreciate you all coming out today,” Eliza said. “I know I was sort of circumspect on the phone, but the story isn’t all mine to tell. It’s Noel’s. And she could really use either the combined strong shoulders of all of you, tapping into your wisdom, or both.”

  Noel felt her face redden, now being the center of attention. Which she knew was stupider than hell, because she’d been used to being in front of a class full of fifth graders every day.

  Adults should be a piece of cake.

  Unfortunately, it wasn’t.

  “I have a…situation,” she finally started, feeling lame and lost as she said it.”

  “You can go with the tl;dr version, if you want,” Tilly said. “Then backtrack. Sometimes, that’s easier.”

  Noel took a deep breath. “My husband told me a couple of years ago he thought he was gay, maybe bi. This was after eight years of marriage. We tried me being his Domme and that hasn’t been working for me. Or for him, really. He said he didn’t want to get divorced, and neither did I, so I let him go out. He met someone, Keith, who’s now living with us. And…” Here was where it got harder to admit. “He’s now apparently my Dom, too.”

  “Apparently?” Tilly asked.

  “He is.”

  Loren looked a little confused. “He’s gay? The other guy?”

  Tilly snorted. “So was Lan,” she said. “He’s homoflexible. Straight-for-me.” She turned to Noel. “The problem is…what?”

  “The problem is that I don’t know what to do with this.”

  “Do you like the guy?” Tilly asked. “I mean, I hope you like him if you agreed to let him be your Dom.”

  “Yeah,” she quietly said. “I think I’m actually in love with him.”

  “I still don’t see the problem.”

  “Tilly,” Loren scolded her from across the table. “Let her talk.”

  Tilly threw up her hands in frustration. “I’m just sayin’.”

  “Is it the issue of poly you’re having problems with?” Clarisse asked.

  “I don’t know,” Noel said. “It’s…odd. All those years together, I wanted Scott to take charge more. Now Keith is definitely taking charge, and I like it, but…”

  Everyone stared at her, apparently waiting for her to continue.

  “What do I do now?”

  “Enjoy life?” Tilly suggested. Loren sent her a glare.

  “What I’ve found,” Clarisse said, “in our situation, is that we do a lot of talking. I mean a lot. We don’t have to do as much now, obviously, since we’ve been together a few years and our focus is on our kids as much as it is on our dynamic. But even though I’m Sully’s wife, I’m his slave first and foremost, in my mind and in my heart. And so is Mac. And Mac was there first, but I don’t feel like I’m loved any less for that. We just sort of mesh together.”

  “How do I explain this to my parents?” Noel asked.

  Clarisse shrugged. “You don’t. It’s none of their business.”

  “What if they want to come down and visit?”

  Eliza snorted. “Honey, when was the last time they came down here to visit you?”

  Never was that answer, but Noel didn’t have time to say it.

  “There are a lot of nice hotels in the Sarasota area,” Loren said.

  “Or, you just tell them,” Essie said. “We told my mom. And we have a baby, the four of us. It was a little uncomfortable having that talk with her at first, but we only had to have it one time. All she cared about was I was happy and safe, and once I assured her of that, she let the rest go.”

  Noel snorted. “Oh, my parents will have an unholy cow if I tell them what’s going on.”

  “So?” Cali asked. “They live out of state, right?”

  “Yeah. Indiana.”

  “Okay then,” Cali said. “It’s not like they live next door. Don’t tell them.”

  “This all happened so fast, I really don’t understand it,” Noel admitted. “I mean, Keith lived with us for several weeks. Well, lived with Scott. The three of us were in the same house. And then when the storm came through and Scott had to work an emergency shift, we were alone there, Keith and I. And things just sort of…bubbled over.”

  “Bubbled over how?” Loren asked.

  Noel glanced around. “By the end of the first day, I had pierced nipples and had agreed to be his slave.”

  Tilly’s eyes widened. “Wow. Okay, that’s the deep end of the pool—”

  “Tilly!” Loren scolded.

  “Seriously?” Tilly shot back. “One freaking day? I am sooo not out of line here on this one. Even Landry would agree with me.”

  “So says the woman who married a guy she’d just met after, what, four days?” Loren drawled.

  “Hey, that was a business arrangement that worked out well for everyone.”

  “I know it was fast,” Noel said. “But it was like he read my mind. It was such a relief not to have to try to be…dominant anymore. It was like a weight rolled off me. And the sex was hot.”

  “And are you enjoying it now, still?” Tilly asked.

  “Yeah.”

  “Well, there you go,” Tilly said. “Hot sex, hot Dom, hot damn. Enjoy.”

  “You are not required,” Essie said, “to do or be anything other than who or what you want to be. Forgetting any preconceived expectations you have for yourself or them. If this new dynamic is working for all three of you? Great. You’re all consenting adults. Enjoy it.”

  “Does Keith want you and Scott to get divorced?” Loren asked.

  “No. He said he doesn’t want that. That he wanted to do whatever it took to keep me and Scott together.”

  “Again,” Tilly said, “not seeing the problem here.”

  “Does it bother you,” Loren started, ignoring Tilly, “to watch them together?”

  She had to think about that one. “Not really. Not now. It sort of did before, in the beginning, but they were trying to be considerate about it. We all sleep in the same bed and…well, we’re a ménage. I’m almost worried about Scott becoming a little jealous because I get more time with Keith now than he does. We work at the same place and drive to work together almost every day. We get to see each other during the day, even just a little
bit. Sometimes Scott works long shifts, or night shifts, depending on the rotation. Sometimes he’s got to work at night and we’re gone during the day.”

  “That’s something you’ll have to work on,” Cali said. “It’s not so bad with the three of you sharing a bed. At least that’s equal footing.”

  “So there’s nothing…bad about what we’re doing?” Noel asked.

  All the women shook their heads.

  “Honey,” Essie said, “if you’re okay with it, and they’re okay with it, then it’s okay. Sure there will be small-minded pinheads out there who don’t agree with it. You know what? Fuck ’em. They don’t matter. The only thing that matters is you and them and your happiness, all three of you.”

  “That sounds too easy.”

  “That’s because people try to complicate poly,” Tilly said, “and end up fucking it up as a result. Jealousy is the big one. I’ll admit I was jealous of Cris a few times when Landry first came into my life and brought Cris with him. But I worked through it. Worked past it. I had to work on my relationship with Cris, which, of course, came with a metric shit-ton of emotional baggage. Once we got through that, it’s been smooth sailing. Screw what anyone else thinks. Are you looking to us for approval?”

  “I don’t know what I’m looking for,” Noel admitted.

  “Then rest assured,” Essie said, “that you don’t need to explain yourselves to anyone. Enjoy each other, love each other, and let the rest of the world fuck itself.”

  “Isn’t that what I just said?” Tilly asked.

  * * * *

  Three hours later, as Eliza walked Noel back to the car after bidding the other women good-bye, Noel felt a little more relieved, but still emotionally upended.

  “What if I’ve made a huge mistake?” she asked Eliza as her friend backed out of the parking spot. “What if I’ve done something horrible?”

  “By what, loving two men? Your family’s already a bunch of assholes. So what difference, seriously, does it make?”

  “None, I guess.”

  “Exactly. The only people who matter are you guys, that you’re all happy. If you’re happy, and it’s working for you, who cares if it’s ‘normal’ or not? Normal is a dryer setting. Nothing more.”