Gordon stared at Warren. He had hoped the man had it in him, and there it was. Now if only Haley would listen. He knew she still loved Warren, and maybe it would work out. It had to. This wasn’t exactly how he had planned for it to go, but maybe it was for the best.
Haley just stood and stared at Warren. Her eyes were filled with tears now, and they spilled over and made silvery tracks down her face. Warren’s face twisted with evident anguish, but he kept his distance. Gordon made his decision. Warren was still too emotionally stunted to do what needed to be done outside of his comfort zone, although he had high hopes for his friend now that icy wall around his feelings had been breached. Gordon took a breath and went for broke.
“Haley. Strip.” This was something they all knew and understood.
Gordon’s voice, deep and dark, brought Haley’s gaze to him. She blinked.
“Haley. I won’t tell you again.”
Warren turned and looked at Gordon, his brows climbing up his high forehead, his eyes like chips of blue ice. Whatever he saw in Gordon’s face shut him up.
Haley fumbled with her top and managed to open the few buttons. She pushed it from her shoulders, and Gordon’s breath caught when her lace-covered breasts came into view. He gestured impatiently and watched as she pushed the matching pants down and stepped out of them, standing before him and Warren in nothing but scraps of pink and matching nail polish.
“Everything, Haley. And you are to stay silent, do you understand?”
Haley’s eyes drifted to Warren and then to the floor as she obediently unclasped her bra and let it join the items already on the floor uniform, her panties immediately following.
“Kneel.”
Haley sank down into the proscribed submissive stance and kept silent. Gordon walked to her and fisted his hand in her hair, pulling her head back and forcing her to look at him. She hissed at the bite of pain as he tightened his fingers. Her nipples were taut and he could smell her arousal, and so could Warren by the look on his face.
“The pair of you make me crazy,” he announced. “You are the two most important people in my life, and you make me nuts. You, Warren, are indeed an idiot for throwing away such an opportunity with this woman. And, Haley, you are not suited for the role of martyr. You both need to fess up.”
Warren stirred. “I’m not giving up. We’re going to sort this out, Haley. And it looks like Gordon is going to be part of it.”
The steel in Warren’s voice was unmistakable, and Gordon felt Haley’s body thrum beneath his grip on her hair. He let his breath out, not realizing he had been holding it just as tightly as he had been holding Haley. He let go of her abruptly.
“Go up to my room and strip the bed to the bottom sheet, Haley. Turn a light on. Present yourself. We’ll be there shortly.”
He watched her lovely, curved form uncoil from the floor and head toward the stairs. His cock was painfully erect, and the fabric of Warren’s pants was pushed out like a tent. Gordon took a deep breath.
“Are you with me on this, Warren?” he asked.
“Yes. Although I’m going to beat the shit out of you afterward,” was the response.
Gordon laughed. “You probably won’t have the energy. And what energy you do have left over will be spent coming up with further ways of apologizing to our submissive. I’m sorry to have sprung this on you, but it’s probably for the best. You didn’t have time to overthink it. And, Warren, I haven’t been fucking her. Haley wasn’t ready for that. But I wouldn’t have waited much longer.”
Warren’s eyes narrowed, but he gave a sharp nod. “I knew the night of our anniversary that something had changed, but instead of thinking about it, I distanced myself. I get it. We’ll try it your way. Now, Haley is waiting.”
Chapter Seven
Haley knelt, facing the door, on the plush carpet in Gordon’s bedroom. She had stripped the bed down as ordered, noting the restraints on all four corners. Her anticipation was building, and her pussy was wet with need, her breasts tight and the nipples beaded. Walking in and hearing Warren declare that she was still his sub had rocked her world, and his apology was overwhelming. Warren never apologized because Warren was never wrong. When Gordon had dominated her and Warren allied with him, well, Haley knew there was no other choice. She wanted both these men, despite the fact that sharing had never been on her “A” list. These past short weeks in Gordon’s house had changed all that. She would probably have become sexual with him simply because of their burgeoning connection, and she thought it would become something deeper over time, but to have Warren as well… Haley hoped she would survive it. And if Warren rejected her again, she would kill him. Gordon would probably help her hide the body.
She watched them come through the door, Gordon leading, but with Warren right on his heels. Warren’s face was taut with lust and his erection enormous behind his zipper. Gordon didn’t look like the big, reassuring teddy bear she had come to trust and love. He looked hot and dangerous. She felt a frisson of fear and wondered if it was too late to run. Maybe she needed to talk this out with Warren first, find out what he was really thinking. Gordon then took one wrist and Warren the other, and Haley quit rationalizing as they pulled her upright. Warren sat on the dressing bench, and Gordon put her over his lap. Haley tensed.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
Warren smoothed one hand over her buttocks. “You’ll take twenty for walking out with nothing, worrying me and Madeline, and for being stubborn.”
Haley tried to squirm away. She couldn’t out Madeleine. The other woman had obviously let Warren fret and worry without telling him that she had called and was all right. “You were being a pig, Warren.”
Warren brought his hand down with force, and she shut her eyes against the sting.
“Twenty, sub, and no protest or I’ll add ten. Count them out.”
Haley thought about her safe word except she knew that while he would honor it, Warren probably needed this badly. He looked tired and pale, and had lost weight. She hadn’t noticed so much last night, having been too overwhelmed by him showing up at her workplace. Her leaving had affected him, although that hadn’t been her intent. Well, actually it had indeed been her intent. She had wanted him to wake up and pay attention to the fact that he was losing out because of his fear of commitment. And he hadn’t added to her punishment when she had called him a pig, and she hadn’t had to say anything about Madeline. She tried to relax into the smacks as he rained them down on her ass. She needed this, too.
“One, two three, four, oh god, five, six…”
The sting soon changed into arousal as her pussy got wetter and clenched as she chanted out the smacks. She knew she was lifting into the blows before he reached the final one. Warren gently rubbed his hand across her buttocks, spreading the warmth, and then she felt his fingers at her anus. Gordon’s naked feet came into view, and Haley realized he had stripped. Lube dripped down the cleft between her buttocks, and Warren’s fingers slipped inside, stretching and tormenting her. Gordon lifted her to sit on Warren’s lap, and her stinging buttocks protested at the pressure but the fingers lancing deeper inside her ass soon distracted her. Gordon knelt between their legs and spread her folds, inspecting her minutely. It should have been embarrassing, but Haley’s arousal spiked. This was Gordon. Her dear Gordon. She could smell her sweet arousal, and then Gordon lowered his face to her.
He was really good at eating pussy, she thought dreamily, his tongue and teeth making her clit throb and her opening clench. When he thrust that talented tongue up inside, she couldn’t help but undulate on Warren’s lap, and he groaned behind her, probably at the added pressure on his cock, its hard length pushing against her.
“Gordon, I’m dying here,” he said.
Gordon immediately sucked her clit into his mouth and bit down gently, his thick fingers shoving high and hard against her G-spot at the same time. Haley moaned her release, and Gordon petted her gently until she came down.
Warren remov
ed his fingers, and Haley felt empty. She writhed against him and delighted to hear him groan again. Gordon scooped her up and placed her on the bed while Warren went into the attached bath. She heard water running, but then Gordon was on her, suckling at her breasts and laving the tender undersides. Haley drifted on sensation. Gordon then pulled her to a sitting position, and Warren scooted in behind her to hold her against his chest while Gordon straddled her. His thick cock poked at her mouth, and Haley opened without being told. Gordon fucked past her lips, gently at first and then with more authority. For all his size, or perhaps because of it, Gordon was more careful with her. Warren knew she wouldn’t break, and Haley began to see the bonus of having two very different lovers, however dominant they both were.
She focused on Gordon’s cock, learning the texture of him and his flavor. He tasted as clean as he smelled, and she sucked eagerly at the plum-sized head, reveling in his groan above her. Warren’s hands found her breasts, pinching and twisting the nipples in the way she liked best, with a bite of pain. She lanced her tongue down Gordon’s length before sucking hard into the back of her throat. He stilled and then came in hot, ropy spurts, and she swallowed him down, trying not to smile.
“Our little one has a talented mouth, Warren,” Gordon rasped. “But she will need to learn that I decide what she does with it.”
Haley let him slip from her lips and tipped her head back to look up at him, the picture of innocence. He smiled down at her, but there was a glint in his eyes.
“You forget who is in charge here, little one. I’ll remind you shortly.”
Warren pinched her nipples as if to underscore Gordon’s subtle threat, and Haley’s clit throbbed in response. This would be a night of firsts, and probably of many orgasms. She ducked her head in submission, and Gordon stroked her hair before taking her from Warren and placing her on her knees in front of him.
“Suck your other Master, Haley,” he ordered. “I’m going to prepare your ass.”
Haley obligingly leaned forward and licked Warren from base to tip before pulling just the head of his cock into her mouth, just the way he liked it. The small droplet on the slit tasted hot and spicy, and she drank it in. He worked his fingers into her hair and guided her movements and muttered about how he missed her long locks. Gordon explained about the headaches, and Warren’s fingers tightened for a moment.
“Something else you withheld from me, Haley. Perhaps we will return the favor tonight and withhold further orgasms.”
Haley beseeched him with her eyes, and Warren softened.
“I’ll let it slide for now, Haley, but you won’t like your correction if I catch you withholding in the future. We are not falling back into that pattern. Do you understand me?” He punctuated his question with a tug on her hair.
Haley nodded as best she could with her mouth full and sucked harder, using her tongue to better effect. She felt Gordon apply lube to her anus and begin to introduce one finger, then another. She didn’t expect the sharp smack to her buttocks, however, and Warren took advantage of her gasp to shove to the back of her throat where he held himself, effectively cutting off her air. Haley closed her eyes and waited. Warren liked this power play, but she totally trusted him, and of course, he pulled back just when she felt the need for a breath. She used her teeth, just a little, and he hissed.
Gordon began to smack her in earnest, and Warren pulled out of her mouth, holding her steady for Gordon’s punishment. Haley knew without asking that Gordon was expressing his frustration of how hard it had been to control himself around her these past weeks, and she pushed out against his fingers. Gordon pushed in further and scissored the thick digits, and the burn, coupled with the heat in her buttocks, made Haley pant. She heard him say something to Warren, who pulled her higher to reach a hand between her legs and unerringly find her clit. He pinched it, and Haley came, hard. Gordon left her, and she mourned the loss of his fingers, her anus and pussy clenching on air.
Then the bed dipped as Warren slid down and pulled her on top of him, his big cock sliding between her legs. He lifted her by her hips and Gordon came back to grasp her shoulders, and Haley found herself impaled to the hilt on Warren’s cock. Gordon pushed her flat against Warren and took a position behind her, his hands spreading her buttocks as he pressed a kiss on her back. She felt his cock at her anus and gasped as he slowly forged past the tight muscle at the entrance. He went slowly, but he was so big.
Warren murmured against her temple and stroked her shoulders, and Haley relaxed to let Gordon in. When his sack touched her labia, she found she could barely breathe with the fullness of them both and clenched involuntarily. It seemed to signal to them, and Warren retreated then advanced and Gordon mimicked his movements so that she was never without a cock deep inside of her. It felt more intimate than the time in the club, with Warren now holding her close, murmuring endearments, and Gordon nuzzling the nape of her neck. Haley climbed the heights of ecstasy, too close behind her last climax. Her tender clit ground against the base of Warren’s cock, and Gordon’s thick member dragged against sensitive spots deep inside of her. She shattered in nearly painful ecstasy and heard her men shout, almost in unison. Their hot ejaculate pushed her up and over again, and she fell into darkness.
* * * *
Warren caught his breath once Gordon rolled away from Haley and went into the bathroom to clean up. He stroked down the length of her beautiful back, reveling in the feel of her against him, her pussy still quivering on his sated cock. Gordon came back, and he felt his friend carefully clean Haley. Warren slid her over onto her side, and his cock regretfully pulled out of her, their combined juices soaking her thighs. He grabbed another cloth from Gordon and wiped her off, smiling when she didn’t move a muscle. He and Gordon had fucked her into oblivion. They made a fine team. Warren was startled to find that he felt really satisfied and comfortable. There was that word again, the one that had gotten him into trouble in the first place. He looked up to see Gordon watching him, an inscrutable look on his face. Warren decided to put it out there.
“Are you okay with this, Gordon?” he asked. “I’m not talking about a one-off.”
Gordon nodded, and that inscrutable look vanished. Warren realized that Gordon had been worried and probably afraid that Warren wouldn’t want to even consider this as being a permanent thing, let alone accept it.
“I’ve discovered that I have a lot to learn about this relationship business, outside of an actual contract, Gordon, while you appear to have considerable skill in that regard. You’ve been my friend forever, God knows why, seeing as I’m a self-centered, arrogant asshole, to quote my sub, although I think she actually called me a tight ass, too, and a coward. Hell, you’re my only real friend, and I find that I don’t want to lose you.”
Gordon responded immediately. “I shouldn’t have asked her to stay here, Warren, but the temptation clouded my thinking. I don’t want Haley to come between us, except in the literal sense, like what we just did. But I want her to be part of us, part of our lives, too. I thought that maybe you had felt the connection that night at the Club.”
Warren said, “I took a risk that night, Gordon, although I didn’t know that’s what I was doing at the time. And I tried to make it Haley’s fault by asking her to choose. Except she knows me too well and put it back on me. I felt something that night, Gordon, but I thought it was just jealousy. Hell, I was jealous. And I’m probably going to need help with that, too. The two people who mean a lot to me had connected. And I know you paid attention to Haley’s pleasure while I took mine. I was jealous like a little boy, and then I took my toy and went home. Except Haley isn’t a toy. And I did what I always do when my emotions get stirred up and I don’t have total control. I retreated. But this time I hurt someone I really care about. It took a while to figure it out, but I did.”
Gordon nodded. “You have no idea of the whole package, Warren. She is so much more than who she tried to be for you. I think you’ll like what you find. If she lets
us continue this ménage.”
Warren stiffened. “I’m not going to think that way. Failing isn’t an option. The two of us together make a formidable team, my friend. When I fuck up, and I will, you’ll be there to support her, and the two of you will teach me how to be more,.. I guess the expression would be more human. And I’ll step in when you indulge her too much. Because you will indulge her and then complain that she is bratty.”
Gordon laughed and replied, “But discipline for bratty behavior is so gratifying, Warren. Think on that.”
“Haley does like subspace from time to time,” Warren acknowledged. “Better we use edge play. Taking our sub to the edge over and over and denying her release is quite effective.”
“Haley doesn’t want to hear about edge play, Warren,” a quiet, feminine voice broke into their conversation. “I have a safe word, you know.”
Warren cuddled her to him and kissed her forehead while Gordon climbed up beside them to run his hand over her hip.
“I promise to try and avoid any and all behavior that might require the use of your safe word, honey,” he assured her. “But you will take correction.”
Gordon patted her hip and asked, “You okay with this threesome, Haley?”
Warren threw him an irritated glance but tamped his inner control freak down.
Haley sighed. “I think we should take it one day at a time, Gordon. I’m overwhelmed at the moment but content, too, so that’s probably a good sign. But I can’t go back to being Ms. Totally Perfect. And that’s going to piss you off, Warren.”
“I’ll learn as we go along, Haley,” Warren said. “There will be some things I can’t tolerate, but you know what they are, just as you know the things I bend on. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about your presence in my household over the past year, and I have bent more times than I realized. We also need to figure out where we are going to live together. Madeline is going to retire and so is the gardener. I find I don’t have an attachment to the family home. In fact the only good memories I have of that place seem to be connected to you, Haley.”
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