by Selena Kitt
Taking the two pieces, Donna walked over to the living room and stood in front of the full length mirror there. An odd place for a mirror, most of their vanilla friends would say. Harvey wanted it there for one reason, same reason why he loved mirrors in the apartment—so they could both watch themselves.
Seeing their reflections turned her on incredibly, especially when Harvey commanded her to crawl, her leash wrapped around his arm. Then he’d tell her to look at herself in the mirror, remind her how sexy she was and what a good girl she was being…or bad, depending the situation. Placing the second set on the coffee table, Donna took the first piece, and attached the wicked clips on her tits.
The moment the cold metal bit flesh, she groaned. Pain laced through her left breast, but her pussy grew wet, eager to feel the confusing mix of ecstasy and pleasure. She added the right, groaning. The copper chain swung between her breasts. With each tiny moment, she felt the bite of the clamps on her sensitive buds.
“Okay, one more, Donna.”
She took the second pair, swung the chain over the first, whimpering when the weight tugged on the clips. Her breath hitched. Usually, she could take more than this before making any noise
Was it due to the addition of another guest in their home?
It had to be. Rex was an unknown equation. No denying she got wet thinking about Rex and Harvey appraising her, while she wore their gift. Donna was certain of it now. Both men had a say in buying the adornments they wanted to see hanging onto her most intimate places.
Steadying her breaths, Donna clipped the end to her left out labia lips. She stifled a cry. Knowing prolonging the process would only make it worse, she put on the right clip.
“Oh mercy,” she whispered.
Agony shot through her, but her cunt was undeniably sopping wet. God. Harvey and Rex made certain the length of the copper chains were precise, enough to create tension on her tits and pussy lips.
The front door clicked open. Panicked, Donna fell to her knees, face red. She couldn’t muffle the sound that slipped from her lips. The sudden movement tugged at clamps, sending intense waves through her body.
From beneath lowered lashes, Donna stole a look at the two huge men. Harvey and Rex continued talking about some game, a foot ball team that lost recently, but the words buzzed against her ear, indecipherable. Her heart beat against her rib cage, falling into a staccato rhythm.
Both men reached her. Donna kept her head respectfully down, aware of the heat of their gazes.
“Lovely sub,” Rex remarked. “The clamps look fucking amazing on her.”
“Told you.” Harvey stood by her shoulder. His denim jeans brushed against her bare shoulder, making her shiver. When he threaded his fingers into her hair, she relaxed, leaned into his touch when his hand went lower to cup her chin. The chains shifted, making her mewl.
“Little subbie, did you know? We were watching you the moment you entered the house.”
It felt like a bomb dropped into her lap.
“M-master?” She asked meekly.
“We installed a camera just for the occasion, pet. Rex wanted to see how you’d react.”
Donna dared to raise her head a little. The slow smile spreading across Rex’s mouth disarmed her. Seeing she was a little lost, Harvey settled his hand on her collar. He hooked two fingers under the band and gave it a gentle tug, reminding her to behave. The chains made a tinkling sound, nearly musical. She moaned. With the two men watching her, she felt incredibly exposed, vulnerable.
“Remember what discussed, pet? What do you call Rex?”
“Sir.” At least Donna’s mind didn’t draw to a blank at that critical point.
“Can’t remember the last time anyone called me that.” Rex cracked a smile at her, and Donna caught a glimpse of the broken Dom who lost his wife, his sub and his entire world.
“I’m sure Harvey had discussed this with you plenty of times, but it won’t hurt to ask again.” Rex touched her cheek. His hand reminded her a little of Harvey’s—big and callused, capable of cruel touches and unexpected gentleness.
Resolve filled her.
She could do this. For Rex. For them.
“I’m sure, Sir.”
“Good, and your safeword?”
Donna groaned. That earned her a reprimanding tug on the collar from Harvey, like an undisciplined pet that needed reminding to behave in front of a guest. They’d been husband and wife, Master and Sub for five years, but Harvey was always a stickler for rules. Small wonder Rex was too.
“Red, Sir.” She added the last word like an after thought, knowing she’d be punished for it after.
Rex chuckled. “Snarky.”
“Told you. Its fun to beat it out of her though,” Harvey said. Who knew being talked about like a pet incapable of speech would make her horny, would call to her deeply rooted need to submit? Harvey rubbed her head. “Up, little subbie. Rex wants to examine you.”
Donna couldn’t prevent the squeak slipping from her lips again as she rose shakily to her feet. Harvey tugged her close, until her back touched his broad chest and the curve of her ass settled on his erection. So easy to grind against him, tempt him, but Donna chided herself to behave.
That wouldn’t make a good impression on Rex, but was that she wanted, to be a boring and good girl?
“Hold her arms up for me, bud. I want to see her breasts arch, her tits bounce,” Rex said. There was no trace of hesitation in his voice and Donna liked how sure he was, how confident of his needs. Rex tipped her chin and made her look at him. “You like the pretty toy your Master and I picked for you to wear, sub?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice, hardly a whisper, turned husky with need.
Harvey pulled her arms up, the motion lifting her breasts, tugging the clamps.
“Spread your legs. Show us how wet you are for us, sub,” Rex instructed.
Chapter 3
Color blossomed on her cheeks, spread to her neck. She became aware of being completely bare expect for the clamps, completely on display for the two men who wanted her. Her skin turned fever-hot, but she obeyed.
“Show him,” Harvey said against her ear.
She knew what her Master meant. Donna parted the wet folds of her pussy and felt Rex’s fingers touching her mound a second later. She moaned, sending the chains jiggling.
Rex thumbed her clit, rubbing at the nub until it hardened. Moving down he touched the tips of the clamp connected to her pussy lips, before pushing a finger into her tight heat. That coaxed another whimper out of her.
“Very nice,” Rex remarked. He began pumping his finger and out of her, watching her reaction all the while.
No longer content to be a passive observer, Harvey commanded, “Give me your lips.”
Donna craned her neck. Harvey claimed her lips, kissed her like he meant it—all heat and roughness. Their tongues and teeth clashed. In the end, Donna opened her mouth wider, so her Master could thrust his tongue down her throat while his best friend finger banged her.
She shifted, buckled a little at the intense sensations triggered by her clamped tits and pussy, but Harvey kept her restrained with his body. Her Master held her wrists tight, his callused hands holding down the smooth skin of her wrists better than any restraint.
“Should we let her come, Harvey?” Rex asked.
Oh yes, please.
It didn’t escape Donna Rex called her theirs, as if she already belonged to the two men without question. A thrill shot down her spine. Being owned by two instead of one…
Harvey pulled away from the bruising kiss, dragging her attention back to the present. “No, let’s let our little subbie sweat a little. What are the rules, slut?”
Donna groaned. Rex withdrew his fingers from her slit and put them on her lips. Not needing a command, Donna licked them dry. Rex hooked a finger on the copper chain and gave it tug. Oh Lord. Donna bit her lips togeter. A gasp tore out of her though when Rex let go of the chain and pinched her clit, eyes cruel and bright. H
e was testing her, but Donna knew she was going to flunk this one.
It was too much. The room fell away. The only thing that mattered was the two men caging her, keeping her captive between them like some conquered prize. Oh, her dirty mind could go on forever, could envision a dozen other scenarios. The pressure building inside her burst open.
Letting out a shuddering cry, Donna came hard and fast. Rex slipped his fingers lower, gathering her juices, smearing them across her belly. Her cheeks burned with shame.
“Bad girl.” Harvey reprimanded in a disapproving tone.
The words startled Donna. It had been a long time since she misbehaved just to feel the kiss of leather, even the harsh rubber of Harvey’s favorite cane on her most intimate bits.
Rex licked the rest of her cum away. All the while she could only stare at him, speechless. Sir was clearly enjoying the show. Both men knew she would fail holding back the first time. Donna began to close her thighs. Keeping a hand on her wrists, Harvey used his other to give her a smart smack on the ass.
“Naughty sluts shouldn’t pretend to be chaste or shy,” Rex said, eyeing her wet sex. He gave the chains a tug, sending another agonizing shot through her. The haze of pleasure had cleared. Clarity returned.
“Please, Master, Sir,” she uttered, despite knowing it was no use.
“What exactly are you begging for, sub?” Rex asked.
“Mercy,” she whispered.
Harvey chuckled, releasing her. “It’s about time we headto the playroom.”
Donna began to move towards the direction of the playroom, but Harvey shook his head. “What do bad girls need to do, when begging for forgiveness?” Harvey asked.
She sunk to her knees, blushing. The chains tugged and pulled, heightening her discomfort.
“Crawl, pet,” Harvey instructed.
Humiliated, she crawled after the two men, like a beaten dog, the copper chains clinking all the while. The pain slut in her loved every moment though. Of course Donna did whatever she could to avoid punishment. All the same, she craved it.
A harsh command, the painful reprimand and the gentle after care later—she loved everything about the lifestyle.
Harvey unlocked the playroom and turned the switch on the wall, illuminating their well-stocked private dungeon. Not wishing to prolong her torment, Donna kept her eyes down.
She knew every nook and cranny of this room. Couldn’t recall the number of times her Master suspended her, restrained her on any of his favorite equipment. She’d cleaned the toys he used on her after. They spent so much time in here. After a hard day at work, she looked forward to the weekends when she had her Master all to herself.
Tonight would change things. Well, alter them a little. They would begin sharing their little world with Rex, but Donna found she didn’t mind adding a third to the mix.
Rex sunk his fingers into her hair, distracting her from her thoughts. Feeling bold, she looked up at him. She rubbed her head into his pant leg, hoping he’d take pity on her. In the end, she only made him laugh. Still, it was good to hear Rex laugh again. Donna thought that after the death of his wife, she’d never see his lips curve upwards again.
“Doing that is not going to help your case, pet,” Harvey said. “Spanking bench. Now.”
She hurried over to him, kissed his foot, earning her yet a second smile. Knowing he didn’t like waiting, she clambered on the bench and lay on her stomach. Stretching out her body granted tension on the clamps. She breathed hard. Bending down, Harvey gave her a kiss on the forehead.
“Where are we at, pet? Are they too tight?”
She shook her head. “Green, Master.”
Nodding, Harvey affixed the leather cuffs on her wrists, double checking to make sure the leather didn’t cut off circulation. Rex did the same on her ankles. After, Rex ran a hand down her ass, giving her cheeks a squeeze. The sneaky bastard nudged a finger between her opening, and felt for her wet cunt again.
“She’s still so wet,” Rex remarked to Harvey in wonder.
“Wait until we start punishing her,” Harvey replied.
Harvey disappeared from her line of sight. The men seemed to have discussed what they planned on using on her earlier on. Harvey appeared in front of her again and began unzipping his jeans, pulling out his massive cock, which was already at half mast.
Donna didn’t have time to savor the sight of her Master’s cock, because a second later, she felt the cool leather strands caressing her buttocks, her thighs. A flogger and judging by the supple leather texture, it was Harvey’s favorite low-intensity one, designed to warm her up, not sting.
Harvey speared his fingers through her hair again, and nudged his prick between her lips. She didn’t know how to divide her attention. Her Master or Sir? It was a little overwhelming. But Donna knew that with sufficient time and practice, she’d get used to it.
Oh, she sure as hell hoped there would be another time.
“Your focus is horrible tonight, sub,” Harvey murmured in a disapproving voice.
Donna flickered her tongue out, catching the pre-cum on the tip of his shaft. Chuckling, Harvey let her run the show for a couple of moments. She tongued his slit, swirled around his head. Behind her, Rex began using the flogger. Rex delivered each blow with unerring precision, never hitting her in the same place twice.
“Take me in your mouth,” Harvey instructed.
Donna complied, opening her jaws wider. She took every inch of her Master, applying careful suction. Donna faltered when pain streaked across her upper thighs, the force of the blow making her shift her hips, the motion pulling on the clamps.
Rex must have discarded the flogger, because there was a momentary pause. Sir let her have a feel of his new implement, tracing the tip of the strap across her reddening skin.
“I didn’t ask you to stop, sub,” Harvey said.
She bobbed her head up and down. Not knowing when Rex’s blow would come drove her insane. Her ass jumped each time the strap came down hard on her skin. Having warmed-up, it seemed Rex wanted to see some marks on her.
Harvey gave her hair a tug, signaling that he wanted to take over. Relaxing, she held still while he fucked her mouth. Harvey’s thrusts began slow, and turned eager and fast.
Rex dragged the strap down the sensitive skin of her ass, tracing every welt he made. Using the tip of the implement, Rex nudged her cheeks apart. Rex teased her puckered hole, slapping at it lightly. With her mouth still stuffed with Harvey’s dick, her moan came out muffled. Rex drew his hand back and the strap came down hard on her clamped pussy. The blows came—taps to her sopping pussy, her swollen clit.
Eyes widening, back arching, Donna nearly exploded then. Remembering Harvey’s look of disappointment, she held her climax back. Letting out a growl above her, Harvey pushed his cock into her waiting mouth once before exploding. She took every drop of his seed, swallowing until he emptied his balls.
Smiling fondly at her, Harvey wiped away the droplets of cum down her chin.
“Good girl.”
She heard the sound of a condom foil breaking and knew what came next. Harvey touched her cheek, the gesture expectedly gentle. Her Master didn’t need to say the words. Harvey wanted to make sure she wanted this as well.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Evil look in his eyes, Harvey traced the line of her jaw. “Sir can’t hear you, slut.”
“Please fuck me, Sir.”
“Tell him how you want it, sub,” Harvey prodded.
“Fast and hard, Sir,” she whispered.
She felt the brush of Rex’s jeans against her tender ass and his hands on her hips. He slid into her tight wet heat, his entry slow and steady. It felt like Rex wanted to make sure she became used to his length first. Once seated inside her, Rex began pumping and out of her. He didn’t fuck her for long. Tightening his hold on her hips, Rex reached a steady but quick rhythm.
In front of her, Harvey began gliding his fist up and down his shaft, all the while keeping her g
aze captive. The sight of her Master masturbating to sight of another man fucking her made her hotter, aroused. At this rate, she was going to come soon. Rex reached for the chain to her pussy lips and took one off the first one.
Blood rushed to the nerves. The pain startled her, got a cry of anguish from her, but it was soon washed away. Rex must have shifted the angle of his hips, because his next entry hit her g-spot. Gasping, needing something to hold to, Donna gripped her restrains. Harvey touched her bound hands and gave her an encouraging squeeze.
“Where are we, baby?” he asked.
“Green,” she barely managed to grit out the word.
