by Quin Perin
Sem got off on this. I could tell. He'd changed a lot in the two years since we started our very illicit relationship, but some things never changed. He liked control, and he liked bossing people around. Liked when they listened to him. It got him off probably as much as actual sex. We were his little playthings, and he was going to have fun with us.
Fuck, I loved it.
Moving away from the camera, I crawled on my hands and knees over to the blankets that I had set up. I didn’t even have to glance over my shoulder to know that both of them were watching me. I bit my lip, rolling onto my back and stretching out. One knee bent, arms curled over my head, throat exposed. “Come and get me,” I purred.
—Sem
“Yes, yes, baby!” Joe grunted out gruffly, the muscles of his stomach rippling with every hard thrust. Nate’s white frilly skirt bounced while he held on to the couch, on all fours, completely blissed out. This was what I wanted to see. My Nate getting fucked into blissful oblivion.
“You like that? Fucking my little...girl,” I hissed and saved myself though I didn’t think Joe would have noticed if I’d said it out loud. My little brother. Plus, the sound of his balls smacking against Nate’s ass was distracting as hell. It was hard to focus. Nate yelped, fingers clenching against the leather of the couch. I could hear it thump against the wall.
“Yes, boss, such a nice little cunt,” he growled and slapped the skin under the jumping skirt, already red from the spanking Nate had received earlier. Joe got off on this. On the whole ‘boss' thing and the fact that Nate was dressed like a girl. I hadn't expected it. After all, I'd just wanted to mess with Nate a little, but this was far more interesting. Joe, who was obviously gay, liked his boys in girly clothes. Brilliant! He panted hot and heavy until I told him to stop, my voice booming through the speakers.
“Look at you, such a good stud, listening to my orders,” I praised Joe. Nate whimpered, having been close, the look on his face completely spaced out.
“Fu-h-uck,” Joe groaned and then twitched like an actual fucking horse. They were both panting, and I held their reins. I loved how afraid Joe was of me. It wasn't respect, not anymore. He knew my dark side just as well as Nate. They'd regret not doing as I said.
Initially, I'd wanted him to jerk off and come all over my boy—or girl, in this instance—but this was just too much fun. I tugged at my hard-on absentmindedly when Nate croaked out: “C’mon, please.”
I hummed. “You like being pounded by him, sweetheart?” I asked with a chuckle.
“Yeah.” So breathless, so willing, desperate.
“You like being his little girl, huh?” I could see his facial expression twist slightly, but he knew better than to argue with me by this point. Good boy.
“Boss,” Joe exhaled softly; there was an urgency in his tone. As though he was still on edge because Nate was sneaky as fuck and made sure to clench his ass around his dick, thighs shuffling closer.
“Answer the question.” Nate groaned this time, annoyed.
“I love being Joe’s...little girl,” he said reluctantly. Fuck, I loved how messed up it all was. Me watching Nate, my little brother, dressed like an innocent cute girl, getting pounded by this mountain of a man. I grinned.
“Then, c’mon, stud, knock her up.”
It was Sunday when Meik's business card fell back into my hands. I turned it over, standing at the counter of my kitchen, waiting for my coffee to brew. I'd slept most of yesterday and then called Nate to talk to him about the upcoming family events. Some of which we'd both be attending. I should have booked the plane tickets last night too, but then we'd drifted off into a discussion about robots and AI, just because it was fun. And somewhat exciting to see the future become a place where we could control anyone and everything.
God, I loved it.
I brushed my thumb over the phone number on the card and thought about what he’d said. “I’m in town for a few more days on someone’s insistence. We can get dinner. You can meet the husband. And maybe we can talk a little more.” I wondered what his husband was like. I couldn’t really see him with someone older than him, perhaps a little younger, my age. So just because I was curious, I took out my phone and dialed his number. He answered on the fourth ring.
“Hey Meik, it’s Sem. Preston...right. What are you two up to today?”
—Nate
“Nate, what are you doing?” Sem's voice was accusing, loud from the speaker of my phone as I set it on my bed. I knew what he was getting at without even asking. He was worried that I had been getting into trouble with another guy that he hadn't permitted me to touch.
I wasn't. I had only done that once, and he'd been so upset with me that we hadn't talked for nearly a week. After that, I was on my best behavior when it came to hooking up, in that I would tell him before I did anything. Pretty much everything since then had been recorded, and things were a lot better.
“I am putting my pants on,” I said, plopping down on the bed next to the phone and wiggling my hips as I pulled them up.
“And that’s got you all out of breath?” he asked skeptically.
“They are very, very tight pants,” I defended.
And they were. Tight (faux) leather pants that clung to every inch of me. Showed off my slender legs and cupped my ass perfectly. They were pants that brought men to their knees, made them want to beg. Of course, they were also ridiculously hard for me to get on and they were nearly impossible for me to get off with any quickness. They looked good, and they served as a kind of chastity belt. They kept me from crossing a line that Sem wouldn't like because they were such a struggle to get off that blinding lust faded really quickly.
“Picture,” Sem demanded instantly. “Are those your leather ones?”
“Mhm. Faux leather,” I reminded him.
I could almost hear him rolling his eyes at me, but I didn't care. Sucking in my stomach, I got the pants the rest of the way up and fastened them before pushing myself off the bed. A few shakes and bends of both of my legs and they were stretched out enough to be somewhat comfortable; they looked amazing.
I was still shirtless and barefoot as I grabbed my phone and padded over to the mirror to take a picture (a side view of course). Sending it off to Sem, I went to find a shirt to go with this outfit. I already had my slutty boots picked out.
“Where are you going dressed in those?” Sem asked, jealousy creeping into his voice.
“Out to a club with some of my friends tonight,” I told him. “No classes today and tomorrow so we were planning on being out all day.” Which meant quite a bit of time in pants that strangled me but...worth it.
“Oh, are you?”
“Mhm. Unless you want to hang around and then I can use these pants to pick up someone and come home to you,” I purred.
Sem chuckled lowly at that and clucked his tongue. “Sorry,” he said, though he didn’t sound sorry at all. “I have dinner plans.”
“With?” I snapped, instantly stopping in my tracks and glaring at my phone.
“The man who gave that presentation the other day,” he said so casually. A flare of jealousy burst through me, and I hoped he could feel how hard I was shooting him a dirty look through the phone.
“Is he hot?” Maybe it was a bit obsessive because as far as I knew, Sem had never fucked another guy. Just me and then the numerous girls whose notches littered his bedpost.
“Oh. Yeah, he’s fucking gorgeous,” Sem hummed, making me growl. “You’d like him too I think. Tall, broad, blond. Comes across as really arrogant and cool…”
Another growl. “Are you going on a date with him?” If he was, I’d fly my ass out to London to claw his fucking eyes out this very night.
“I guess technically it is a dinner date,” Sem said slowly. “We were going to talk about business, and I was going to meet his husband.”
I relaxed a bit (a small bit) at the mention of the man’s husband. “It better be boring and quick,” I warned him.
“Or what?”
“You know what.”
Sem might have been down with me fucking other guys if he could watch, but I was nowhere near the same. I would find a way to get revenge on him if he hooked up with this dinner date of his. And he knew that.
Sem laughed again softly. “Finish getting ready for your thing tonight,” he ordered. “And send me lots of pictures of you in those pants of yours. I need to get ready to leave.”
I sulked a bit. “Fine,” I mumbled. “Talk to you later.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
—Sem
They were like night and day. Meik wore a blue button-down shirt, rolled up at the sleeves, dark blue jeans, and polished leather shoes. And his husband....well, let's just say I hadn't expected that. First off, he was bloody young. Younger than myself. I didn't dare to ask about his age, but I assumed he was in his early twenties. And second of all, he looked the complete opposite of what I expected for Meik. Longish black hair pulled back into a fashionable, small bun at the back of his head, leather jacket, jeans riding low on his hips. If I didn't know any better, I would have been sure that this man next to Meik had nothing to do with him. Absolutely nothing. I had envisioned someone a little more...poised? Posh? He was gorgeous though, so I could see why Meik liked him but married him?
I approached them, walking down the street toward the Indian Restaurant at Covent Garden. It was very famous for the numerous puppets that hung from the ceiling, giving the entire place a certain touch. And for the amazing food, of course. Meik nicked his chin in my direction, lightly touching his husband’s elbow. He turned to face me immediately, lips pursing. I took a couple of quick strides, wearing black jeans and a simple grey t-shirt topped off with an olive bomber jacket. I liked that style these days, at least when I had time off work.
“Sem,” Meik greeted me and reached out his hand for me to take it. I shook it with a soft smile. “This is Sebastian.”
“The husband,” I finished for him and extracted my hand from his to greet Sebastian. The very first thing I noticed were his eyes. Green. Emerald. Vibrant. And then I saw how unimpressed he looked.
“Semuel Preston, is it?” he asked, but it didn’t sound like he was particularly interested. “Meik said you’re filthy rich and an ‘up-and-comer.’ He likes using that term a lot.” I laughed when Meik rolled his eyes and eased my hand from Sebastian’s after a quick, light squeeze.
“Excuse me. He has no manners.”
“You should have trained me better.”
“I tried,” Meik said. “You’re hopeless.”
“Still love me,” Sebastian said with a finality that made Meik scoff. Oh, that looked like a healthy relationship.
“Yeah, Sem Preston. Nice to meet you,” I cut in to get their attention back and to stop them from bickering. “Not filthy rich though, sorry to disappoint. I’m here on my own mission.”
Sebastian arched an eyebrow at me as though he didn’t understand. Then he shrugged. “Shall we?” I asked as I looked over my shoulder to see a couple of people enter the restaurant. It was very popular and very good. I had to make reservations so we’d get in this evening.
We found our table under a golden chandelier and each of us took a seat. The restaurant’s decor was all red, gold, and chestnut. And, of course, the famous puppets—wearing colorful dresses—hanging from the ceiling. A bit much for my taste, but it worked for this place. Sebastian stared up like a distracted puppy with a crooked grin and Meik seemed to cherish the moment he had me to himself.
“We're still in training,” he said, and it took a moment for me to sink in. I looked at Sebastian, at how he stretched his slender neck, and then my gaze dropped to his necklace. It was silver (maybe platinum), no doubt expensive, and his wedding ring dangled from the middle of it. A necklace...oh. Meik tapped his neck as if I knew what he meant by it. And I did.
“You mean...you’re his Dom?” I knew it was out there, but if he didn’t know what that meant, then what the hell, it wouldn’t matter. But Meik’s smile just broadened.
“Something like that. We’re new to the lifestyle. It’s like trying to break in a wild horse though. At least in public.” Ah.
I looked back at Sebastian who shifted in his seat, now focused on the menu, not seeming to mind that we were talking about him. The necklace functioned as a collar. A hot flush prickled across my skin. Why had I never thought of that?
“So, Sebastian.” I cleared my throat and smoothed my hand over the menu. “You know my whole name. What's yours?” He looked at me and blinked as though I was stupid. But, you know, I wanted to see if he'd taken Meik's name as well or kept his when they got married. The devil was in the details after all.
“Lennen? Sebastian Lennen. I mean...what else would it be?” Then he turned to face Meik. “And you said he was smart!” he whisper-shouted without concern whether I heard him or not. I grinned. This would be a fun evening.
Meik and Sebastian had one of the oddest relationships that I had ever seen. It was clear that Meik was the one in charge, he wore the pants, but he seemed to be entirely whipped at the same time. He got this softness in his eyes whenever he glanced over at Sebastian and didn’t think that I was watching.
By the time we left the restaurant and headed to a pub to keep talking, I was even more curious about him. “Sebastian,” I started, sitting down across from him with my drink, “we've spent hours talking, but I still don't know what you do for a living.”
An eyebrow quirked, and he leaned into Meik, head to shoulder, slender hands wrapped around his glass of beer. “Oh, am I being paid attention to now?” he teased.
Meik made a tsk-ing sound between his teeth and his hand slipped under the table; Sebastian jumped. “Ow! You pinched me.” He pouted.
“Answer the question and be polite,” Meik said.
Sebastian made a face at him but settled down. “Well, mostly I keep our apartment clean and empty Meik's balls regularly,” he said with a somber expression on his face.
“Sebastian,” Meik scolded.
“You were talking to him about our sex life,” he pointed out.
Meik sighed and rolled his eyes. “He’s a musician,” he stated. “He plays guitar and sings.”
“Not very seriously,” Sebastian added. “Just like local indie stuff.”
“And he helps me run my charity,” Meik added.
“Helps you run? It was my idea.”
Meik waved a dismissive hand. It looked like Sebastian was about to snap, but Meik grabbed him by the back of his neck and tugged him close. “Go get me another drink,” he ordered.
“Can I get one too?” Sebastian asked after an intense moment of silence.
He nodded. “Get what you like. Go.”
A snap of his fingers was enough to have Sebastian saunter off toward the bar.
“He’s a handful,” I commented, smirking. “Must be great in bed.”
Meik snorted at that and nodded, folding his hand on the table. “You have no idea,” he said, glancing toward the bar. “He was a virgin when I met him, and I'm pretty sure I turned him into a monster.”
“Oh,” I perked up at that. “A virgin. Fun.”
Meik nodded and laughed. “It was. Still is even though he's far from innocent anymore.” Those bright blue eyes turned toward me, and he tilted his head to the side. “Are you seeing anyone? No ring so I figure you're not married.”
“Not married,” I confirmed. I would probably never be thanks to Nate being blood-related. “But I am seeing someone.”
“You should have said. They could have come out with us,” he said politely.
I shook my head. “It’s long distance,” I said. “He’s back in Connecticut.”
“That’s tough.” Meik hummed thoughtfully. “Are you in an open relationship or…? How do you get off?”
“Me?” I laughed at his bold question. “With my hand mostly. He’ll come and visit as well. Him? Well, we have an arrangement. As long as I can watch, he can
do what he likes.”
Meik's eyebrows both shot straight up, and he blinked. “Wow. I could never do anything like that. Don't you get jealous?”
I shrugged. “Kind of. Mostly because I can’t be the one there fucking him,” I said.
“I’m way too jealous for that. Seb is mine and mine alone,” he said, tone very low and serious as he looked toward the bar. “I broke a guy’s nose who wouldn’t stop groping him last time we went to a club.”
I chuckled at that. “Well, I don't mind it because I'm the one in control. He does it while I'm watching. Does what I want him to do,” I told him, aware of how personal this conversation had gotten. “And then we have some guys who just rotate through, and they listen to me as well. It works out nicely.”
Meik grinned. “Kinky,” he said. His eyes were still fixed on Sebastian making his way back to the table, hips swaying. “Have you and your partner ever been to a sex club together?”
That was a question I hadn’t expected. “Uhm...no. Can’t say we have.”
“Next time you’re back in the States, hit me up. I know this amazing club in New York that Sebastian and I go to,” he said. “I think you’ll like it.”
—Nate
Three Weeks Later
“What do you mean you're running late?!” I was practically shouting, the pictures on my wall vibrating as I stomped my foot down on the floor, hard. My phone was in my hand, but in a couple of seconds, it was going to be against the wall if Sem didn't have a damn good excuse for why he was running late.
He was supposed to be flying in tonight. I’d spent all day cleaning up my apartment and had gotten prepped for him. I was wearing a fucking jockstrap in anticipation of the fucking that he was going to give me. Then he called me an HOUR before he was supposed to be touching down to tell me that he’d had to move to a later flight. I was going to kill him.
“I had some business that came up. It was an emergency. I’ll be there tomorrow morning.” Sem sighed, exasperation clinging to his voice.
