DoubleBind

by Sindra vin Yssel

  The Dom who’d asked the question, a slight, pleasant-looking man, nodded and moved off to try his luck elsewhere. It was the second time Meg had declined an offer to play. She supposed the tight skimpy dress made her look available. She was gratified that people seemed to take no for an answer, although channeling her corporate executive self helped make her point. Still, she wasn’t here for that. I’m here to let myself go. Maybe I should play with the next person who asks.

  She didn’t want to, except to make a point to Garrett and Karl. You two don’t own me. But she kind of wished they did. Increasingly her dates with them were the part of the week she looked forward to and the minutiae of corporate governance didn’t pack the same thrill anymore. She was starting to delegate more and the company hummed along, even this last week, with Blake having asked for a week off to reflect. She’d hired good people and usually kept them.

  Above her was another kind of scene. Jannah, dressed in a tight vinyl corset, had a man suspended from the ceiling by an intricate web of rope. He was naked and his cock was rock hard, despite only an occasional stroke from Jannah’s gloved hand. He looked comfortable, too, perfectly supported by the rope, which was wrapped multiple times around his ankles, thighs, waist and wrists. If the one scene was all about pain, Jannah’s scene was all sensuality. Garrett’s kind of scene.

  Clearly, though, the situation with Garrett and Karl wasn’t stable. The threesome had been incredible and she wanted to do something like that again. Physically, she’d never been so filled. Emotionally, she’d never felt so loved. And even if neither of them were in love with her, between the two of them they provided everything her heart needed. She didn’t want to give either of them up and yet she supposed they were arguing about that right now. She ought to be concentrating on making the choice she’d been putting off, or she’d lose both of them.

  Plenty of fish in the sea, she told herself, thinking about the two offers she’d had, one from a woman, one from the man she’d turned down. But she didn’t want other fish. She didn’t want to choose, either. Nor did she want to have the choice made for her.

  Jannah retied the rope to lower her sub, which had the unfortunate effect of partially blocking her view of the other scene she was looking at. Meg moved from her corner, too fascinated to look where she was going. She bumped into the woman who propositioned her earlier, apologized quickly and kept moving, this time paying more attention. She found a decent place to watch from, to the side of the door and a few feet into the room from the wall.

  The woman on the cross screamed. Meg looked in time to see a second string pulled, taking off a dozen clothespins all at once. Like the nipple clamps they hurt going on but from the shriek they seemed to be even more of a bitch coming off. Yeah, definitely have to try that sometime. A chance to gawk, maybe to try things, had been all she’d come to Iron Butterfly for. She hadn’t intended to fall for anyone. Much less two people. There were probably a dozen people here happy to put clothespins on her body and rip them off. Garrett would, if I asked. But Karl would enjoy it.

  It was simpler when it was only sensation, with no emotions to get in the way. It was the emotions that distracted her from work. It’s the emotions making it good enough I want to be distracted from work.

  “You know, a good sub doesn’t wander off,” said Garrett.

  She whipped around. Garrett was standing there, in only his pants. Karl was at his side, dressed the same but still in motion. In a moment she found herself between the two men.

  “You know, maybe she ought to be punished,” said Karl.

  She was glad to see both of them, but she wasn’t going to let that go. “Maybe good Doms don’t let their sub up and go.”

  “Maybe,” conceded Garrett.

  “Possibly,” agreed Karl.

  Garrett stroked the side of her cheek. It always made her shiver. “There was some confusion as to who was in charge.”

  She was too curious to not ask. If there was a pecking order between these two alphas, she wanted to know what it was. “Well? Did you resolve it?”

  “Yes,” said Karl. “We both agree it’s not you.” He settled his hand on her bottom and squeezed. It was almost a friendly gesture, but she was still sore from the cane and it hurt. And she knew he knew it.

  It also brought her back to the scene they’d done earlier in the evening. Garrett and Karl, both at the same time. She wanted more, but she didn’t want to give in too easily. So she didn’t say anything.

  “You’re our submissive. For the evening. For as long as you want to be.” Garrett bent down and kissed her.

  Karl nipped her neck. “Neither of us are willing to give you up. But we’re both willing to share.”

  “Having said that, I don’t think you need more punishment.” Garrett moved in front of her. He stroked the side of her breast. Her nipple stiffened in instant, traitorous reaction. “What you need is some quality aftercare, which we didn’t give you.”

  That sounded nice, but the last thing she wanted was for the two of them to be disagreeing. She looked at Karl, expecting to find disagreement.

  Karl smiled. “I know the place. But she can’t go wearing so much clothing.”

  All this clothing? This dress would get me propositioned in ten minutes if I hung out at a street corner.

  “Agreed.” Garrett reached down and grabbed the hem of her dress. Karl did the same, on the other side.

  Karl leaned in. “Do you consent and submit, Meg?”

  To being stripped in front of everyone? She didn’t want to. Maybe her reluctance made it a kind of punishment that both Karl and Garrett could enjoy. But did she want to submit to the two hunkiest, most dominant men she’d ever met? Oh yeah. So far, every time she had, whether to one or both, they’d made it worth her while.

  Which meant the idea turned her on. “Yes.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

  They lifted the dress, in no particular hurry. Slowly her body was exposed. First her ass, then her belly, then finally her breasts. Then it was off. She stood between the two men, naked, the scenes around her having faded into insignificance.

  Garrett took her upper arms. Karl bent down and grabbed her legs, then straightened with the inside of her knees on over his shoulders. They carried her like a hammock, with Karl in the lead and Garrett taking the rear. People parted as they walked out with her.

  “Hart, would you mind getting the door for us?” Karl called out. Meg squirmed to see what was going on. Hart Wolfe got up and opened a sliding glass door.

  “No!” said Meg. It wasn’t a cold day, but it was too cool to go outside naked.

  “Trust your Doms.” Garrett shifted her to his left shoulder and used his hand to cover her eyes. “Even if he’s crazy, I’m not.”

  “And vice-versa.”

  It wasn’t horribly reassuring. But she did trust them. Mostly.

  They straightened her until her feet found cool tile. She felt wobbly without being able to see but Garrett was right there to lean back against. Garrett kept his hand over her eyes. “You do this part and I’ll do the next. I have a feeling we’ll both enjoy it best that way.”

  Karl laughed. She didn’t like the sound of that at all. “Well, this part is mandatory,” he said.

  She screamed as cold water sprayed over her body. Her nipples tightened and gooseflesh broke out over her body. An elbow in Garrett’s ribs didn’t slacken his grip on either her waist or her eyes, although she figured if she twisted at least he’d get sprayed too. He was probably getting sprayed regardless. Her belief in the two Doms’ sanity was decreasing. It was definitely too cold for this. Besides, she had no idea who could see out here. And while Karl was spraying all over, he seemed to focus on her pussy, which Garrett made available by nudging her legs apart from behind with a knee.

  The spray continued and Garrett twisted her body around, pushing her face into his shoulder to keep her vision blocked. She realized the water was not cold, however it had felt at first although it wasn’
t warm either, especially on her ass. Not until every inch of her body had been washed did Karl pronounce his work done.

  “Good,” said Garrett.

  “I’ll get myself while you dump her in.”

  “Dump me where?” asked Meg.

  “Yep,” said Garrett, not answering her. He covered her eyes again and carried her.

  Her first sensation was warmth and then, as he lowered her, wet and hot. Water was moving all around her. A hot tub. Garrett uncovered her eyes and her senses were confirmed. It was huge, with room for more than a dozen people, but there was only one other couple, also naked and they were on the far side of the tub and paying attention only to each other. While it sat outside near a patio, the woods in back were too thick to make out any other dwellings. They were well secluded.

  “Sorry about the hose.” He put his hand on her shoulder. “It’s part of the rules and especially important since we were getting you all wet. If it cheers you up any, we’ll have to spray ourselves off too.” There was a sign near the tub, spelling out the requirements. No sex in the hot tub, she read. A pity, but it made her feel better about being in it knowing it was clean. There was a stack of big fluffy white towels next to the sign.

  She couldn’t help but relax into the hot water, even though she would have enjoyed being outraged in a way. She smiled. “Karl probably enjoyed that.” She would bet he would appreciate the way his cane marks stung when she sat down in the tub, too. But it wasn’t too bad.

  “Karl probably did,” Garrett agreed. She saw his gaze take in her breasts, half covered by the water and she was amused. She’d been entirely naked a moment ago and in his hands, but the sight of her breasts floating upward captivated him. Men.

  Karl came back, naked and half-erect. If he still had any erection after that cold spray, he must have enjoyed it. Or perhaps he, too, was captivated by breasts in water. In any case, he lowered himself into the water beside her.

  “I’ll go clean,” said Garrett, but Karl was pulling Meg into his arms. There was something nice about touching while being so wet and warm. They kissed, deeply.

  “Mmm,” Meg purred. “This is my kind of aftercare.”

  “Good,” was all Karl said, before renewing the kiss.

  Garrett came back and sat down on the other side. He kissed the back of her neck while Karl kissed her. Then Karl let her go and Meg turned to kiss Garrett as well. She wasn’t sure how to keep the balance between the two men, but clearly she wasn’t supposed to make a choice, at least not yet.

  I might as well enjoy for now.

  They relaxed together in the tub, kissing and hugging for the better part of an hour. The man who wasn’t kissing her was massaging her and between the heat and the touch, she was feeling remarkably relaxed.

  They wandered back into the house wearing their towels, as she’d seen other people do and picked up the men’s pants on the way. She noticed their bags were sitting in an out of the way corner of the living room, not far from the glass door.

  “My place after this?” Karl asked Garrett, talking past her. “It’s closer.”

  “Makes sense.”

  “Don’t I get a say?” asked Meg. Something about the conversation seemed off to her, as if the two had already agreed and were merely having it for her benefit.

  Karl shook his head, so Meg turned to look at Garrett.

  Garrett smiled and shook his head. “I think, Meg, you should get out of the habit of appealing to one of us when you don’t like the other one’s directions.”

  “Mommy-daddying could warrant punishment,” Karl agreed. Try it, his face said. And I’ll enjoy it.

  “You’re ours now,” Garrett whispered. As if to emphasize the point, he untucked the towel and removed it from her, leaving her naked. “Karl, I think the harness she had on earlier will be good for our sub for the rest of the night.”

  “Not if I’m driving to Karl’s,” she objected.

  “I think we’ll have to make an exception for that,” Garrett agreed, as Karl took the harness out. He strapped it on her, tightening the buckles. “But you’re not driving.”

  “I have to get my car back somehow,” said Meg.

  “Jannah says you don’t mind her driving it. Is that true?”

  “Yes. But how would Jannah get her car home?”

  “We drove Jannah here,” Karl said.

  Meg’s eyes narrowed. We. So Karl and Garrett had come together. And they’d picked up Jannah, possibly so that she could drive her car home. How much planning had they done in advance, anyway? Obviously, they hadn’t had everything worked out, or they wouldn’t have had the conversation she’d walked out on. But they’d definitely been conspiring. “Jannah’s in on this.”

  The two men said nothing, which pretty much confirmed her suspicion. She thought about how Jannah had described Karl as a black diamond slope, while simultaneously pushing her toward Garrett. And now here she was, practically naked in a living room full of people, standing between the two. My Doms. She couldn’t say she was unhappy with the situation, but a flash of anger surged at how she’d been manipulated.

  Manipulative. Hadn’t the same words been used to describe her, as she wheeled and dealed to save and transform her father’s company? And yet she’d always acted in the best interests of the shareholders, which included the board members she’d outmaneuvered. She let it go. Besides, Jannah couldn’t have known she would end up with both men. Could she?

  “You three look wonderful together.” Only at Iron Butterfly could a half-naked woman walk up to her with her hardly noticing. Vanessa wore only a short skirt and heels. Jewels twinkled from her breasts and seemed to be held on by clips. Right behind her, Hart put a hand on his sub’s shoulder and matched Vanessa’s smile with his own.

  Karl put his arm around Meg from her right and cupped her breast. Garrett rested his hand on her bottom. “I think we saw your happiness, Hart, and wanted some of our own.”

  “You two were always best when working together,” said Hart.

  “You look radiant,” Vanessa told Meg.

  “I do?” She’d thought she was lost in thought and slightly ticked when Vanessa had approached. But now, with her men’s arms around her, she realized she probably did. “I have kind of hit the jackpot, haven’t I?” Then she processed what Hart had said. Maybe Jannah had known, or had an inkling, if this wasn’t the first time they had topped together. She had questions, but they would wait until they were in private.

  “You kind of have. Not that I’d trade positions. I don’t think I could handle two of Hart, anyway,” said Vanessa.

  “That’s good, because there’s only the one,” said Hart.

  “I don’t have to handle them,” Meg looked down meaningfully at Karl’s hand. “I let them handle me.”

  Garrett smiled and patted her bottom. “Good pet.”

  “We’re taking her home now,” said Karl.

  Home. Not her home, but home. “I need to pick up my purse from Jannah and give her the keys from it.”

  “Of course,” said Garrett.

  She let Karl and Garrett guide her. It was strange to step out the front door unclothed except for the harness, but she had a man on each side of her. When a late arriving couple came the other way, rather than feeling embarrassed, she felt proud. Maybe it’s not a very submissive thought, but it takes two men to top Meg Quinn.

  Chapter Eight

  The next morning Meg woke up feeling pleasantly sore. The cane marks on her bottom were only part of it. She’d been well fucked in every possible way.

  She slipped out from between the two men, sliding herself down to the bottom of the bed. They stirred but didn’t wake. Neither of them had been willing to be the first to admit exhaustion. They might be willing to share, but they still suffered from what her mother used to call testosterone poisoning. The thing was, she was enjoying it.

  There had been another advantage to staying at Karl’s place, besides the shorter drive. His bed was a king size and s
he had a full and Garrett a queen. Three people took up a lot of space, especially when two of them were Garrett and Karl. I might have to go bed shopping. I better wait, though. The mood I’m in, I’ll end up telling the poor salesperson exactly why I need a bigger bed.

  She was glad they didn’t wake up. She grabbed a dress-shirt from the floor, not wanting to rifle through Karl’s closet for a clean one. Then she headed to Karl’s kitchen. It was a simple, clean kitchen with wooden counters and a cherry table for eating. She found some cereal and some milk for breakfast, pulled up a barstool and ate it in blessed solitude. Two men could be overwhelming. Two Doms, even more so. She loved it, but she was going to have to set some limits. If they tag-teamed her she wouldn’t have a moment to herself, or a moment to work.

  And sooner or later, the men were going to get tired of the arrangement, she suspected. She wasn’t sure what they got out of it and one of them would end up wanting her to himself. Probably both of them. But I’m not going to choose and I don’t have to. It will sort itself out.

  She finished her cereal and looked up as Garrett filled the doorway. He was still naked. Well, yes. I could get used to this. She took her time looking over his body, taking note of each muscled line of his chest and abs and noticing his cock was larger by the time she finished. He entered to reveal Karl right behind him. Karl was wearing shorts, but he was still an eyeful with his broad bare chest. She leaned back, looking between both men and enjoying the view.

  “I was going to make bacon and eggs,” said Karl. “Are you full already?”

  Meg shook her head. “I could squeeze in a couple of strips and one egg, please.”

  “As my lady wishes,” said Karl with a bow. “How ’bout you, Garrett?”

  “Significantly more than that.”

  Karl laughed. “I figured.” He got the bacon from the fridge and started some grilling on a big rectangular iron griddle. Then he started frying eggs in a skillet.