It was like nothing else she’d ever experienced. For a long while it seemed like time had stood still and nothing mattered except her body, timeless and pulsing. When it finally started to move again Karl was pressed up against her from behind, kissing the right side of her neck, while Garrett was kissing the left from the front. Sometime in there Karl had taken his shirt off and his bare skin was warm against her.
“I want your body to remember this night for a long time,” Karl whispered. “May I mark you?”
“Yes.” She didn’t know about her body, but she was pretty sure her mind would never forget.
Garrett kissed her and her lips opened for his tongue. They pressed together while Karl resumed the flogging. She still felt high and knew whatever Karl did to her, she wouldn’t fully feel it, which meant he could do things to her she’d never normally tolerate. But she’d bear his marks with pride, although she’d certainly have to cover them up at work.
The flogging stopped; the kiss went on. Garrett fiddled with the buckles on her harness. It fell off her. It hadn’t covered much, anyway.
“Stripes,” whispered Karl, tapping something hard and narrow against her bottom. “With a cane. Three of them.”
Garrett let go, perhaps so she could answer. “Yes,” she said. “Mark me as yours.” As the words were out of her mouth, she looked at Garrett, stricken. She hadn’t meant to make a choice, but it probably sounded like she had. She wanted to be his, too. She wanted both of them to be hers.
“What’s wrong, Meg?” asked Garrett.
She searched him for some indication as to how he felt, but she couldn’t read him at all. “I can’t choose between you,” she said and cursed herself for it. Now Karl would be hurt, too.
“Then you’ll have to give us both all of you.” Garrett’s hands roved over her breasts and her hips, clearly enjoying all he felt. “It’s sometimes hard work for someone to make even one other person happy and content, but you’ll have to serve twice as hard.”
“But we think you can do it,” said Karl. The tapping got harder, but it still wasn’t pain.
Garrett stopped fondling her to unbutton his shirt. She watched, distracted until his chest was bare. Then Garrett cupped her breasts and nodded to Karl behind her.
White hot pain landed in a stripe across her bottom, way more intense than the crop. Jolted by it, she pressed her chest into Garrett’s hands and screamed. She knew Karl had already made good on his promise. Her body would remember for a long time and it was going to hurt like hell to sit down.
“Well done, girl,” Karl said. “I love the way you take what I do.”
Even as she glowed from the compliment, Meg looked at Garrett accusingly. His nod had caused that. Gentle Garrett, who wasn’t into pain.
Garrett didn’t seem to mind her glare. “Would you like to be fucked, pet?”
The pain cleared but it still stung and probably would for a while. And Karl was tapping a new spot.
“Oh, my God yes.” Coming hadn’t diminished her need and neither had the cane. Even her thighs were wet now.
“Two more, then I’m going to fuck you,” Garrett told her.
Another line of pain, below the first. Meg screamed again. She knew Karl didn’t want her to hold it in. She hoped she wasn’t taking Garrett’s ear off. She breathed as the pain faded to bearable, taking deep, regular breaths. She knew she could take this.
Garrett kissed her and took her breath away. His lips felt wonderful but he was denying her the chance to stabilize herself before the last strike of the cane.
“One more,” said Karl’s deep voice, “and I’m going to fuck you too.”
Both. At the same time. Which means one of them will be in my ass. She wanted it. Was that what Garrett meant about giving both of them all of her?
“But I haven’t ever,” she started.
“Hush,” said Garrett. “I’ve prepared you. You’re ready.” He undid his pants, standing there naked. She watched as he rolled a condom over his thick, rock-hard cock, knowing as soon as he was finished Karl would probably strike. That was the way he thought.
Smack. She screamed again as the third sharp strike of the cane encountered her backside. Garrett held her as she shivered and caught her breath again. Endorphins were running through her head, fuzzing her brain. Somehow the next thing that popped into it was the knowledge each of the two outside stripes would be the same distance from the center one. Karl was always very precise.
They also stung like crazy. She yelped again when Garrett grabbed her bottom and lifted her, his fingers tightening against the welts. Not a sadist, my ass. She spread her legs and he slid his cock into her pussy with one even thrust, filling her, before shifting his grip to her unmarked thighs.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. And yet she wouldn’t turn it down for the world.
Karl’s hands were surprisingly gentle as he spread cool lotion on her welts. The lotion stung for a moment, then soothed. That he could do that so calmly while another man was fucking her amazed her.
Garrett thrust up, filling her and pushing her back. There was no pressure on her wrists because he was supporting all of her. For several moments her world narrowed to him and her as he stroked in and out. Then she felt Karl’s touch again, with more cold lotion. No, lube. He dribbled it along the crease of her ass and she shivered from the temperature of it. Garrett usually warmed it up first. Figures Karl wouldn’t. Still, she didn’t think it was carelessness on his part, so she didn’t mind. He’s being his sadistic self.
For a moment, that made her worry he would hurt her when he entered her. But she remembered what he had said, that sadism had no place there. She relaxed as he pushed a gloved finger against her opening and let it inside. Could he feel Garrett’s cock thrusting inside her with his finger? The two men seemed completely comfortable with each other’s presence and she didn’t understand it. Most men weren’t that secure. But then, she could never have submitted to most men, even if they called themselves Doms.
My men are something special. Or maybe they’re bi.
A second finger joined the first and again entered slowly. She wasn’t used to Karl being so gentle. As if to make up for it, Garrett shifted his grip to her ass again, reminding her anew of the stinging welts. At first she thought he was doing it for the pain, but then she knew it was something else. He’s holding me open. For Karl. She knew they had been cooperating, but this last evidence of lack of jealousy made her relax.
Karl spread his fingers inside her, opening her further. A hard thrust of Garrett’s pushed her back on his hand. She gasped. Somehow his fingers made her pussy feel fuller. Every nerve on the inside was tingling, aching for release. When he pulled his fingers back, she felt empty, even though she was stuffed with Garrett’s magnificent cock. For a moment she felt guilty about being so greedy, but then she felt the head of Karl’s cock against her anus. He didn’t move forward, but waited. Garrett’s next thrust pushed her back, lodging the tip of Karl inside her. Another and she felt some of the shaft go in. It felt as if the two cocks were colliding inside her.
“Doing okay?” asked Karl, his voice soft.
I can be as greedy as I like right now. “Yes. More.”
Karl didn’t need any more encouragement. At Garrett’s next thrust, he pushed forward too. Each man entered her to the hilt. It was all she needed to push her over the edge into a clenching, squeezing orgasm. Both men stilled, as if sensing that to move would be too much, or perhaps simply not wanting to withdraw even an inch. Her toes curled and she grabbed at the ropes above her instinctively, pulling on them. But that lifted her away from their cocks, so she let go quickly. She loved the feeling of fullness.
“More,” she asked. As intense as it was, she felt another building inside her.
“You’re a greedy little slut, aren’t you?” said Garrett. He lifted her legs. Karl grabbed her breasts in his big hands. Her nipples still stung from the clamps as they rubbed against his palm. Together the two Doms
resumed fucking her. One would draw back as the other pushed forward, constantly stimulating her. It was almost too much, but only almost.
Karl pinched a nipple and moved his other hand down to her clit. Garrett bent to lick and suck on the other breast. Karl licked her neck. She felt like she had hands on her everywhere, mouths everywhere, cocks everywhere. Her skin felt electric. Her pussy ached and her core felt like a wound spring. Her body was covered with sweat and she didn’t know how much of it was hers.
Both men suddenly pushed into her at once. Then drew back together. Then in. Their breaths were getting shorter, more ragged. Each time Karl buried himself inside, he pressed against the cane marks and then sting mixed with the pleasure she was getting. He pressed on her clit. Garrett sucked harder. And then she came again, screaming as loudly as she had for the cane. This time neither of the men stopped.
“Good girl,” Garrett murmured and then she felt him swell even larger in her pussy.
“Oh, Meg,” whispered Karl, his voice hoarse.
Both men came together, pulsing inside her. Their bodies pressed hers in a tight embrace and it felt to her as if they were all one.
Chapter Seven
Garrett pulled out of Meg reluctantly. She was exhausted, smiling and limp. He held her while Karl withdrew and disposed of his condom. Then Karl took her from Garrett and Garrett untied her. When she was loose, she practically fell into Karl’s arms.
“You take her over to the couch,” Garrett said to Karl. “I’ll clean up here.” Both men had been paying too much attention to their sub to put their toys away. Floggers, clamps and clothes had been left around the floor under the frame.
Karl nodded and lifted Meg. While watching them out of the corner of his eye, Garrett picked up the equipment. He had known Karl for years, but he had never seen him hold anyone so tenderly. Was it possible the sadist was falling in love?
If so, it was a crazy thing he’d agreed to, sharing Meg. Karl should know better. Maybe he was afraid he’d lose her if he insisted on having her alone. For Garrett, the choice had been simple. Meg had been in search of new experiences and he had wanted to provide them. Maybe he was partly lying when he’d said he wasn’t a service top, but he didn’t think Meg needed to know that. He wasn’t that way with most people. Just people I’m in love with.
The thought was unbidden and unwelcome. But Garrett knew the truth of it. He hadn’t been interested in other women since he’d started dating Meg. Even knowing Karl was dating her too hadn’t changed that. But watching her reaction to Karl’s flogging, he knew he couldn’t be everything she needed. It wasn’t a matter of technique. He had learned how to use a flogger and all the typical tools of the BDSM trade years ago. He enjoyed learning how to do things, especially things that brought women pleasure. But his heart wasn’t in swinging a stingy flogger. A soft, heavy, thuddy one he could enjoy. That was like giving a massage, almost. But sting and marks? He felt like he was being abusive when he gave them, even though he knew it was what some women, like Meg, wanted. He shoved the toy bags to the side.
Maybe she’d be happiest with Karl. Karl was a good man and he couldn’t begrudge his best friend happiness. He considered putting on his clothes and letting them be. But Meg responded to his touch as well as any woman had. Her reactions were wonderful. He knew how to make her nipples pebble and her pussy wet and how to coax an orgasm from her, no pain required. He picked up the clothes and carried them to the couch without dressing.
Meg was sitting there, leaning on Karl, who had his arm around her waist. It was cozy enough and Meg looked content, but if it had been Garrett, he’d have had her on his lap, both arms wrapped around her. He sat down on the other side of Meg and spooned her. She sighed, then turned her head toward him. Their lips met. Karl brushed her hair out of her face.
“That was wonderful,” Meg said. “Thank you. Both of you.” She turned and kissed Karl.
“You were totally hot, pet,” Garrett whispered to her. “The pleasure is mine. Ours.”
“The perfect pain slut,” Karl said to her. “And the other kind, too.” He grinned. “God your ass feels good.”
He remembered the suggestion Karl had made the day before, when they were in his bar playing darts against Hart and Chuck. “Why don’t we share her for a while.” He’d agreed to do so for the night, feeling something was vaguely unsettled. Now he knew what it was. Sharing hadn’t been the problem. That he could do. It was the “for a while.” He didn’t want Meg “for a while.” He wanted to see if he could make it last with her.
“Later,” said Garrett, talking past Meg to Karl, “we need to talk.”
“Sure, Bro,” said Karl, but his voice sounded cautious.
Meg looked between the two men, worried. “Please don’t squabble after showing me such a wonderful time.”
Garrett shook his head. “I don’t think we’ll be squabbling.”
“Then maybe I should leave you two to it.” She reached down and grabbed her dress. If Garrett had been alone, he would have ordered her to stop. Maybe Karl would have done the same thing. But instead, both Doms sat and watched as she got up and put the skimpy dress on, leaving the harness in a pile on the floor.
“Nice going,” said Karl. “Especially for someone who has a reputation for knowing all about women’s feelings.” He glared at his friend. Karl had been enjoying cuddling with Meg and marveling how what had started out as another pain slut to break in had become someone he could enjoy doing nothing with.
“I want to keep her,” Garrett said.
“Bite me. And anyway, you scared her off. We could talk anytime.”
“I said later.”
“She heard now.” Karl reached down and grabbed for his pants. He didn’t precisely object to being naked with Garrett, but he didn’t want people to get the wrong idea, either. Garrett did the same. Even though they were old friends, Meg had somehow made them more comfortable with each other. Now she had left and she’d come between them in a different way.
Garrett shrugged. “We might as well talk now. I don’t want to play with Meg for ‘a while.’ I want to keep her.”
Karl chewed on that as he stood and got dressed. Garrett was a confirmed bachelor and he wouldn’t say something like that lightly. And Karl wasn’t going to deny Meg a lifetime of happiness because he wanted her as an exciting play partner. But in the back of his mind he’d been thinking along the same lines. Meg was someone worth keeping. The women he played with tended to break down into two types—there were the masochists who didn’t want any deeper connection and then there were those who wanted not merely physical pain but emotional pain as well. The former were fun but left him partly empty and the latter he had a hard time respecting, especially if it went beyond playful name calling. Meg was something different, a strong powerful woman who could take as much as he could give her but had genuine affection for him too.
“I want to keep her, too. But do you think Meg’s the kind of woman who wants to be kept? She’s enjoying the ride, for sure, but her heart is in her work.”
“Doesn’t mean she can’t share it. Loving one thing doesn’t mean you have any less love for a someone. Love isn’t a limited resource.”
“No, but time is.” And one or two dates a week seemed to be Meg’s limit. Of course, she also had dates with Garrett. And if I share those, I might be able to spend more time with her. The gears in Karl’s mind started turning. By nature, he was a logical thinker. His attraction to pain stemmed in part from the fact that it wasn’t logical at all and he suspected Meg’s attraction to submission was similar. They were both a chance to step out of the normal mode and do something radically different.
But now was a good time to think. And plan. He’d enjoyed the scene with Garrett and it wasn’t the first time the two of them had topped a woman together. It was the first time he’d felt so attached to the woman in question and he’d been worried that love would wreck it, but it didn’t. He wanted her to have the most intense and pleasurable
time possible and Garrett helped give her that.
The two things that brought down threesomes were logistics and jealousy. He didn’t feel jealous. Making the logistics work? Well, he knew one way to make them work a hell of a lot better, but he didn’t want to rush things.
“We have to start any journey with one step, Garrett. We have to do a while before we can do longer. Meg’s gonna have to sort out her feelings. But I’ll tell you this. I want to keep her, too. And as long as we both feel that way, I’m willing to share if you are. I love her and you’re good for her.”
Garrett stared at his friend. Karl wondered if it shocked his friend to hear him say the word love. But Garrett nodded. “She clearly likes what you do to her. I love her too. I could work on giving her that kind of pain, but my heart wouldn’t be in it and she’d know I was doing it just for her. Maybe in small doses she’d like it. But in the big picture, she’s a true submissive. She wants to please, not to be served and if she’s going to enjoy pain she needs a real sadist, not me faking it.”
“So what were you thinking?” Karl didn’t understand. If the current arrangement was right, then why mess with it?
“I didn’t know you were in love. But I suspected. Now it’s out in the open.” Garrett smiled. “Let’s go find our sub and love her until she squeaks.”
Karl grinned. “Sounds like a plan.”
* * * * *
“No thank you.”
Meg had found a corner of the racquetball court to lean against and was watching the scenes playing out there. A naked woman tied to the St. Andrew’s cross was having clothespins attached all over her body, on little strings by a big, hunky Dom. There must have been a hundred of them or more at this point. A few months before, Meg probably would have been horrified, but now it fascinated her. Karl would enjoy doing that to me.
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