Line Brawl: The Dartmouth Cobras #8

by Bianca Sommerland

  Refusing to let that fact ruin his time with Justina, Shawn eased into the wide space between the partition and the brick wall of the club. Bower didn’t usually mind people observing his scenes, but best to ask, just in case.

  Bower glanced up as he changed the attachment on the violet wand, his wide, muscular, bare chest glistening in the dim light. “Hey, Pisch.”

  “Hey…” Shawn wet his lips, trying not to stare at Richter and Silver, who were on a wide, padded table, completely oblivious to his presence. Then again, if he had a woman sucking his dick like that, the roof could probably cave in and he wouldn’t notice either. He kept his attention on Bower. “Justina wanted to see you using the violet wand, but maybe it’s a bad time.”

  Silver lifted her head, a naughty smile on her lips as she fisted her hand around the base of Richter’s dick. “Not at all. Hey, cutie.” She winked at Justina. “You’re just in time to see us torture our man. He’s been working too hard. He needs to be punished.”

  Justina inched closer to Shawn’s side, which pleased him. Her cheeks were red, but she couldn’t seem to tear her eyes away from Silver’s tight hold on Richter’s dick. The man was still wearing his white dress shirt and black tie, like he’d just stepped out of a business meeting. His pants were undone, but he hadn’t even taken his shoes off.

  His submissive, Silver, was dressed just as properly. The whole scene looked like some naughty secretary role-play. Add Bower as the pool boy and…fuck. Shawn’s dick pressed painfully against the snug confined of his leathers.

  Wide eyed, cheeks rosy, Justina tightened her grip on his hand and nibbled on her bottom lip. “You can punish your Dom?”

  “No,” Richter said, even as Shawn and Landon echoed the word. Richter took a firm hold of Silver’s wrist. “Don’t corrupt the child.”

  “Relax, Dean. She’s here with Pisch. Pretty sure nothing we do will bother her.” Silver leaned over Dean so he wasn’t completely exposed, shooting Justina a curious look. “Interesting choice, chickie. He give you the speech?”

  For fuck’s sakes. Shawn pressed his lips together, frowning at Silver. “No. She gave it to me.”

  Bower’s jaw nearly hit the floor. Richter’s eyes widened.

  And Silver burst out laughing. “You are officially my hero, Justina. I think that earns a few pointers. Let me and our pet Frenchman show you how to make a man beg.”

  Grabbing a fistful of Silver’s hair, Bower leaned over Richter and growled in her ear. “Excuse me, mignonne?”

  Shawn smirked as Silver sputtered. The mouthy sub had earned herself a punishment. He probably shouldn’t be pleased that Justina would get to see this side of the lifestyle, but Silver was definitely an example of what not to do.

  “He’s mad.” Justina tucked herself against him, hugging herself as she whispered. “She was just joking.”

  Slipping his arm around her shoulders as Richter tucked himself in his pants and rose so Silver could bend over the table, Shawn rubbed Justina’s arm soothingly. “Not mad, pet. Disappointed. Silver knows better, but she’s showing off for you. We don’t have to stay if you’re uncomfortable.”

  “I shouldn’t want to stay.” She bit hard at her bottom lip, her brow furrowed. “They’ll tell us to leave if they don’t want us here, right?”

  “Yes, neither Bower or Richter are shy.” Shawn inclined his head at Richter’s questioning glance. If Shawn was introducing Justina to the lifestyle, observing a punishment would be a good learning experience. Otherwise, it was unnecessary.

  He was playing dirty, but he hoped seeing the dynamics of a solid BDSM relationship would appeal to her. There were other couples who played light that he could introduce her to, but he’d always been a little envious of what these three had. A connection he’d considered exploring in the future.

  Maybe that future didn’t have to be quite so distant anymore.

  Too soon to tell, but why not plant the seeds in Justina’s mind and see if she’d reconsider putting him in the friend zone after tonight?

  Thankfully, Bower used only his hand on Silver’s bare ass to punish her. Justina winced when the first two smacks came down in quick succession. Her jaw clenched when Silver cried out after counting six and seven.

  She let out a sigh of relief when Bower stopped at ten.

  “If you’d like to be an example to a new sub, Silver, please do so in a way that doesn’t reflect badly on Dean and myself.” Bower dried Silver’s tears, then pulled her into his arms. “And next time you call me your ‘Pet Frenchman’, I’m using the cane.”

  Silver sniffled. Then giggled. “I called you ‘our Pet Frenchman’.”

  “Silver.” Richter’s tone held a hard edge of warning. “That’s enough.”

  “Oh, fine. I’m sorry, Master. Sir.” Silver shot Justina a playful wink. Likely to let the younger woman know she was all right. “May we please show Justina something fun now? I promise, I’ll be good.”

  “Apology accepted.” Bower shrugged when Richter arched a brow at him. “We’re not getting anything better. And I want to play.”

  Richter’s gaze softened as he studied Bower. His lips curved. “Do you? In front of an audience?”

  I fucking knew it! Shawn wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but he’d jerked off a few times, picturing Bower and Richter together. There was an undeniable chemistry between them, but he’d assumed he’d made up most of that in his head.

  Part of Silver’s punishment had probably come from the implication that Bower was both her and Richter’s ‘pet’. In his fantasies, Bower wasn’t the least bit submissive. He didn’t seem like a switch, he always co-topped with Richter at the club.

  Did he get on his knees for Richter?

  Fuck, that would be hot to see.

  Rubbing his palms on his leathers, Bower squared his shoulders. “It’s Easy. Not like he’ll tell anyone.”

  “Landon.” Richter’s tone was low. Soothing. One he might use with a nervous sub. “You don’t have anything to prove.”

  “You turning down a blowjob, Bossman?”

  “Do I ever, Goalie?”

  Against his side, Justina shivered. Shawn smiled as she tipped her head up, pure lust in her eyes. The girl was a bit of a voyeur. Hell, could she be any more perfect?

  “Lie down, Dean.” Bower’s sultry French accent thickened and his voice was rough. He stroked Silver’s hair as she peered up at him. “Are you good with this?”

  She rose up to kiss him. “Yes, as long as you are. We don’t scene in front of people very often. I miss it.”

  Brow furrowed, Bower curved his hand around the back of her neck. “I’m sorry. I can’t…Pisch is one thing. And you know Justina, right?”

  “Yes, she’s not a gossip.” Silver gave Justina a fond look. “We can trust her.”

  “Okay, but…I don’t know if I can do anything out there.” Bower motioned at the partition. “Becky suspects, but the idea of her seeing…”

  “We’re taking this at your pace, Landon.” Richter’s hard gaze fixed on Shawn, telling him, in no uncertain terms, that if he broke their trust he’d likely be playing for a farm team in Alaska next year.

  “Richter…Dean.” Shawn held Richter’s gaze, hoping he could find the right words to express how much he valued their opinion of him. That they’d let him witness what was clearly still very private for them meant more than he could say. “I know everyone sees me as a player. Not on the ice, but as a man who can’t commit to anyone. Justina’s already been warned.” He smiled as she ducked her head. “But I’m also a man of my word. Whatever I hear, or see, stays between us.”

  “Thank you, Shawn.” Dean’s whole bearing relaxed. He turned to Justina. “Despite what people say, he’s a good man. I would warn you away as well if I thought he’d hurt you.” He paused. “But I don’t believe he will.”

  Shawn was fairly certain he’d never been given such a positive endorsement in his life. He’d earned his reputation, so he wouldn’t complain that it had c
ome back to haunt him now, but it meant a lot that Richter wasn’t telling Justina to find a better man. A safer one.

  “I think you’re right.” Justina pulled at her bottom lip with her teeth. “Thank you for letting us stay.”

  “Thank us if you’re not completely traumatized when we’re done, pet.” Richter chuckled, adjusting the table into a reclined position, so he was partially sitting up. He undid his shirt and tie, took both off and handed them to Silver, who folded them neatly and placed them on the bench where Bower had his violet wand kit set up.

  Stepping back to give Bower room to work, Shawn wrapped his arms around Justina, loving the way she leaned back against him as she took in the scene.

  Stripped out of her pale gray skirt suit, Silver crawled onto the table between Richter’s thighs. She pulled out his dick and took him into her mouth without hesitation. Bower stepped up to the head of the table, holding the wand with a laser knife attachment in his hand.

  Leaning down, Bower slid his lips over Richter’s. Not as though they’d never kissed before, but as though doing so in front of an audience made him nervous. All the assurance that this would remain between them wouldn’t mean a thing if Bower was afraid of judgment. Shawn had a feeling the man hadn’t truly accepted he was bisexual. He reminded Shawn a bit of White. Granted, White had fooled around with Richards, so denial was a moot point, but Bower had never shown any interest in men before. If he had, Shawn might have…

  No, he couldn’t even consider toying with Bower. Not with the way the man looked at Richter. Bower had never come off as the type to fool around casually. He gave everything of himself to those he cared for.

  He never would have fit into Shawn’s lifestyle. But he fit perfectly with Silver and Richter. The bond between them was palpable.

  Justina let out a happy sigh as Richter took over, raking his fingers through Bower’s hair and drawing him down for a rough, passionate kiss. He groaned into Bower’s mouth as Silver’s lips slid over him faster and faster.

  Letting out a gruff laugh, Bower lifted his head and turned on the wand. “You’re not in charge tonight, Dean. Silver was right. Time to get you out of your head for a bit.”

  “I won’t submit to you, Goalie.” Richter held himself stiff, as though the very idea stole all the pleasure from the scene. “I’ve told you before; I’m not sure why I agreed to this.”

  “Because you know we don’t expect you to give up control. Just loosen your grip a little bit.” Bower lowered his lips to Richter’s chest, flicking his tongue over an erect nipple. “Let us serve you.”

  “Shit.” Richter ground his teeth as Bower brought the tip of the knife to his nipple. His whole body jerked as the white spark jumped off the blade. “This one is more concentrated.”

  “Yes.” Bower’s lips slanted as he grinned at Shawn and Justina. “A new toy. I usually use the TENS on Dean and the wand on Silver. She teased him that he was missing out.”

  Challenge accepted then. Shawn brought his hands down to Justina’s hips. She was trying so hard to keep still, but he could tell she was aroused. Very fucking aroused. Not that he blamed her. He was so hard, he had half a mind to take her home now. But they likely wouldn’t get this opportunity again.

  Drawing the tip of the knife across Richter’s chest, Bower kissed along the path, soothing the man’s flesh with each bite of electricity. He traced the knife over Richter’s pelvis, taking Silver’s lips as she lifted her head. He continued stimulating his man as he kissed his woman. Then he handed Silver the wand.

  “Like we practiced. Pay attention to his reactions. Don’t hold it in one place for too long.” When she nodded, Bower took hold of Richter’s dick. Circled the swollen head with his tongue. Then slid his lips down as Silver ran the knife over Richter’s thighs.

  Hands fisted at his sides, Richter’s spine bowed. He cursed under his breath and brought his hand to the back of Bower’s head. Not holding him down. The men had an interesting balance, and Shawn was torn between envy and lust as he watched them. He would have attempted to take over. To guide Bower, ease him into taking more and more until he came down the man’s throat.

  But Richter held back. Enjoying his sub, and his man, without finding his release. He was waiting for more.

  When Bower came up for air, Shawn could tell Richter was ready to take things to the next level. He made a sharp motion to Silver with his hand, then gestured for her to come to him. She crawled up the table, setting the knife on the ledge.

  Bower retrieved it, shutting the unit off as he watched his lovers kiss. He let out a low groan as Richter lifted Silver’s breasts to his mouth. Silver tossed her head, whimpering as Richter tugged a nipple with his teeth.

  “You want to give them a show, dragonfly?” Richter stood, spreading Silver’s thighs as she rested back across the table. He slid two fingers into her, thrusting them in deep before lifting his hand to Bower’s lips to let him suck them clean. “Let him fuck you, while I fuck him. I have a feeling they should see how it’s done.”

  Shawn tried not to react, even though he heard Justina’s soft gasp. She liked the idea, but Richter was playing dirty. He must have seen White with that girl at some point tonight. Yes, Shawn would love to tempt his man away from her, but he didn’t have the first idea of how to do so. And he wasn’t on solid ground with Justina. Or any ground, really. The idea of sharing her only reminded him of how badly he’d fucked up with White. Sharing could be fun, but only if you didn’t lose everything you’d started with.

  You started with nothing. What did you expect?

  Fine, he knew he’d mishandled the situation. But he wouldn’t make that mistake again. He’d see where things stood with Justina. Show her he was worth more than one night. Give her a reason to stick around.

  Then…well, he couldn’t see that far ahead. This was new to him. He’d never had to convince someone to consider the morning after. Or beyond. The issue had always been making sure they didn’t expect what he couldn’t give.

  “I think we’ve seen enough.” Shawn frowned at Richter’s amused look. “We haven’t discussed limits yet. She may be curious, but—”

  “I’m fine, Shawn. If they don’t mind…” Justina’s breath caught. She squirmed against him. “I’d like to stay.”

  Damn it. He wanted to stay, but he knew they should go. If she considered exploring more with him after witnessing how perfectly in sync a triad could be, he wasn’t sure whatever he could offer would satisfy her. They could play with others, but would that be enough? Would he be enough?

  You’ve never tried to be. This isn’t about you, Easy. Give her what she wants. What she needs. The voice in his head was done with his shit. And for the first time, he didn’t disregard it. You always walk away when things get serious. Time for a change.

  “We can stay, Röschen.” He spread his fingers over her pelvis, loving the way she pressed against him. She might be turned on by what she saw, but she wasn’t seeking release elsewhere. She craved his touch. Found solace in his arms. That was a start. “I won’t lie. What they have is something many never achieve. But I want it. One day.”

  Justina pressed her eyes shut and took a deep breath. They were being ignored now. Both men were kissing Silver. One another. Speaking softly and teasing and tempting. Justina tipped her head back and met his eyes.

  “So do I. But you’re not supposed to say things like that. I thought I knew who you were. But you’re so much more.”

  “Does that change your plans for us, pet?”

  “Not yet. But keep it up and it might. Which scares me.” She swallowed hard. “Would it be horrible for me to ask you to be the man I’d planned for? The one I knew exactly how to walk away from?”

  “Will you come home with me, Justina?” The air came a little easier to his lung when she nodded. If she’d said no, he wasn’t sure he’d get another chance. He wasn’t the type a girl like her would consider when the morning light put everything in perspective. But give him another hou
r. Maybe two. By then he’d give her something she’d crave even when her mind told her she shouldn’t. “Then don’t make any plans. In the morning, tell me what you want. If it’s friendship, I’ll accept that.”

  “Will you?” Her sweet, lush lips pursed. “Shawn Pischlar, if you’re playing me, I’ll let Akira do whatever she wants to you. And help her. One thing I liked when people talked about you if that they all said you were straightforward. You didn’t pretend to want more than sex.”

  “They were right.”

  “Then what changed?”

  “I don’t know.” He wasn’t enjoying this conversation. And by the way the two men and Silver had eased off their foreplay, they were paying attention to it, which made him feel completely exposed. But he expected Justina to be honest, so he could give her no less than the truth. “Maybe I’m tired of the games.”

  Richter frowned at him, as though the older man doubted his words.

  Shawn sighed. “All right, I love the fucking games. But when you invest nothing, what’s a win? That’s the only way I can explain it, sweetheart. Give me a chance.”

  “I am giving you one, Shawn.” Reaching back to hook her fingers to his belt, she nodded toward the others. “This is their time though. After…well, what happens, happens. I’m not sure the things I want to do to you are legal, but we shall see.”

  The girl was killing him. He’d be fine going home now. Being forced to wait went against every instinct, but maybe he needed to test his own control. So far, all his rules, all his selfish needs, weren’t serving him very well. In the lifestyle, the submissive had more control than they even knew. And maybe that’s what he needed. To finally acknowledge that he wasn’t in charge. That he needed to follow another’s lead.

  And this sweet girl was leading him right to his favorite place. He forced his racing thoughts to quiet as Bower sank his long, thick cock into Silver’s glistening pussy. Bower restrained Silver’s wrists in one hand, using the other at the small of her back to lift her to every thrust.