Authors: Jennifer Kacey
“Oscar, what the fuck?”
“What is your problem, man? I just need to stop at The
Library real quick and pick up my check. It’s not like I’m offending your
innocent sensibilities.”
“Fuck you very much. I haven’t minded schlepping you around
the past couple days due to truck trouble, but you know well and good I haven’t
been back since…” He couldn’t bring himself to finish. It was all his doing and
he still couldn’t admit it was over.
“Since what? Since you bailed on your boyfriend and your new
submissive? Classy move, that one.”
Scott growled, trapping the sound, clutching the steering
wheel as if it were Oscar’s throat. “They’re better off without me. They’ll
find someone else to play with.”
Adrenaline tinged with acid dumped into his system at the
mere mention of them with another Dom. He shook his head, trying in vain to
fling the mental picture from his brain.
It worked for Etch-a-sketch.
The muscles in his thighs bunched. He applied the brakes at
the gate of the club. He rolled the window down, gritting his teeth when he
glimpsed Jackson eyeballing him.
“Card,” he snapped.
“You know who I am, Jackson. I’ve been a member for as long
as it’s been open.”
“The man I knew took his responsibilities seriously. The guy
I respected cared for the people under his protection. I have no clue who the
hell you are. Card.” Jackson’s palm, which resembled a dinner plate, hovered
right outside the window. His sneer said it all.
Scott dug his wallet out, yanking his membership card free.
He slapped it into Jackson’s hand, clenching his teeth the whole time.
Jackson examined it this way and that, holding it up to the
light, heating it with his palms. Finally, he gave it back.
“I’d steer clear of the main demonstration stage tonight if
I were you. Don’t really think it’s something you’d be interested in, if you
catch my drift.” His not-so-veiled prompting set Scott’s teeth on edge and
kicked up a whole fleet of nerves in his stomach.
He waited for the gate to open, hitting the gas harder than
he’d meant to. Urgency flooded his system. Panic brought up the rear.
He’d been a Dom for more than half of his life. Years before
he’d collared his first submissive. It wasn’t just a piece of him. It
was
him.
After throwing the vehicle in park, he beat feet inside. The
people in the bar and open rooms passed by in a blur.
Oscar called his name several times but nothing would stop
him from getting to the main stage. He pushed his way to the front of the
crowd, letting his eyes adjust on the way, but he knew…
Kyle and Haleigh stood side by side, no less than a foot
apart, facing the far wall, their wrists cuffed and bound, attached to a web of
restraints above the stage. Kyle’s red back glowed beneath the overhead lights,
the color disappearing beneath his leather pants. Haleigh’s ass was a fiery
pink, bifurcated by a tiny black thong. The color of her rear cheeks faded to
creamy pale skin before meeting the white tank she wore.
They were both blindfolded.
Kyle’s shaggy hair tickled his shoulders, while Haleigh’s
had been braided and placed over her shoulder. Tiny wisps of hair feathered out
of her braid, making her seem a bit disheveled.
Their shoulders rose and fell as they fought to breathe.
Jenna manned the controls, but the person wielding dual
floggers…
Nick.
Dead man walking.
He whipped his elbows up and away, obviously more than ready
to throw added pain in their direction.
“You touch them again and I will gut you,” spewed from
Scott’s mouth before he could stop it. He wasn’t a violent man, not really, but
apparently possessive was his middle name when it came to Kyle and Haleigh.
Nick glanced his way, dismissing him immediately. “They said
you wished them luck and left. That means they’re free to play, Mr. Preston.”
He prepared to strike again, and in the next heartbeat Scott vaulted onto the
stage, snatching one of Nick’s wrists, stepping between him and his play
partners.
“They. Are. Mine.” Scott enunciated for everyone to hear. “I
claimed two subs. All the paperwork here states this. Until such a time I officially
revoke that right, or have the decision overturned by both the club owners,
these two people belong to me.”
Nick snatched his arm away, getting right in Scott’s face.
His words were only loud enough so Scott could hear. “And you belong to them.
More than a sheet of paper. More than a simple collar around one of their
necks. They trust you. Remember that.”
Nick sidestepped him, striding over to where Kyle and
Haleigh were bound.
“For the record, do you, Kyle, and you, Haleigh, both agree
to Master Scott taking over the…demonstration?”
Scott held his ground, along with his lungful of air,
thinking the words sounded very much like marriage vows.
“Yes.”
“Yes, please,” they answered together.
Damn straight.
Nick nodded once and didn’t even try to hide his smirk on
the way down the stairs.
Scott refocused on the two people who meant more to him than
anyone else alive. He circled them silently, making them wait for the first
sweet caress or fiery swat.
He stopped in front them, shaking with need. He glanced at
the collar Kyle wore, and then ran his fingers across the leather. “Will any
Dom be enough? Was I just a cock and a flogger to you?” He yanked them both
forward by their hair ’til they were so close they’d be able to smell his
breath mint.
“I love you,” Haleigh admitted. “You and Kyle are all I
want. I’m sorry for doing this, this way. It didn’t feel right with Nick. It
was all wrong. But it was the only way to show you how important you are.”
Kyle added, “There is no us without you.”
Such simple words but it was all he needed to hear.
“I want you both. Love you both.” His voice deepened and he
spoke through the emotion lacing his words. “I was scared to be happy. Freaked
out when I’m normally completely grounded in the here and now. Worried you
didn’t need me anymore since you found each other. I wanted to leave before you
could. Either of you. I couldn’t bear it, to be without you. I am proud to be
your Dom.”
Kyle smiled, cocking his head to the side, topping from the
bottom better than Scott had seen from him. “Simon says…prove it.”
Scott was glad they were blindfolded. He wiped his eyes,
overwhelmed with the sincere trust and love for the two people willing to give
themselves to him. After he abandoned them, they still believed in him.
He’d never run from their love again.
“Damn, the two of you are going to be a handful.” He grabbed
an ass cheek on each of them, biting them one after the other on the neck rough
enough to leave a mark. Haleigh sucked in air, moaning through the exhale.
Kyle’s hard cock strained sideways beneath his leather
pants. Scott rubbed it, loving the way the tendons in Kyle’s neck flexed.
Fighting to keep silent turned him on, when he knew all Kyle wanted to do was
shout. He flicked the top button open, reaching inside, jacking him with a
tight fist. He squeezed his balls then pinched the sensitive tangle of nerves
beneath the head. Kyle broke out in a sweat, but gritted his teeth through it.
His cock felt like steel. It was thicker and longer than he’d ever seen it and
Scott couldn’t fucking wait to put it to use.
He forced the zipper past his erection, shoving his pants to
his ankles, his dick bounced up against his stomach, making Scott’s mouth
water. He kicked his feet apart as far as they could go. “Keep them there,” he
demanded. Unable to stop himself, he licked Kyle’s balls and then the shaft
from root to tip, sucking the crown in, swirling his tongue around the flared
edge. Kyle’s mouth hung open by the time Scott stood, but to Kyle’s credit he
remained silent.
“What is your safe word if you can’t speak?”
Kyle swallowed then snapped his fingers.
“Good.” Scoot pulled a gag from a package in one of the side
cabinets, placing the phallic tip against Haleigh’s bottom lip. “Lick it,
princess.” She daintily dabbed the tip of her tongue against the surface, not
knowing what she would find. She figured out real quick it resembled a small
shaft. She laid the flat of her tongue against it and licked it like an ice
cream cone.
Scott grabbed the nape of her neck and slammed his lips down
on hers. He thrust his tongue inside, tasting her like he wanted to be eating
her sexy snatch. By the time he withdrew, her body quivered with arousal.
The cock on the gag wasn’t very long, but enough for what he
needed. He worked the dildo beside her panties and slid it inside her in one
exquisitely slow thrust.
He shafted her with it, varying the speed and depth to keep
her off-balance. She was unable to stay still and shadow fucked the gag on
every stroke.
“I’ve got a treat for you, Kyle. From both of us.” He
withdrew the gag from Haleigh’s core, stuffing it into Kyle’s mouth and
latching it in place behind his head. The groan he’d been trying so hard to
keep trapped broke free. Electricity sizzled up Scott’s spine, sucking him
further into top space. “Suck it. Show me what you want to do to my dick
whenever you earn it again.”
Kyle’s cheeks hallowed out around the toy, sucking Haleigh’s
juices off the surface. He swallowed and another sigh seeped out. Haleigh
responded in kind, making Scott’s dick pound beneath his jeans. He kept them
on, knowing full well it wouldn’t take five heartbeats to lose his control once
his cock was free.
Haleigh wheezed beside him, her pretty panties soaked clean
through. He ripped the seams and she cried out, desperately rubbing her thighs
together, searching for enough friction to get herself off. He shoved her
panties in his pocket on the way to retrieve an ankle spreader.
He latched her ankles in, then dug his thumbs up along her
inner thighs. He tugged her slick pussy open, tonguing her clit, sucking it
between his teeth.
He abruptly stood, fisting Kyle’s shaft, milking him until
precum leaked from the slit at the top. The liquid was too precious to waste so
he gathered it up on the tips of two fingers, smearing it with his thumb.
Haleigh twitched with pent-up sexual need, and he stuffed
them into her slick core.
“Mmm…” rumbled through her.
He swiped his thumb over her sensitive nub. “Do you want to
come, princess?” He whispered it in the ear closest to Kyle. “Your tight pussy
keeps sucking them back in each time I take them out.”
Kyle’s cock jerked at his words, taunting Scott, just out of
reach. “Come here, Kyle.” Kyle got close enough and he grabbed his cock,
maneuvering Haleigh at the same time until they faced one another. He made sure
they were close enough so he could tuck the head of Kyle’s shaft into Haleigh’s
tiny slit.
They all groaned at the contact and Scott’s dick jerked as
if it had touched her. He parted Haleigh’s labia, exposing her clit, then
rubbed Kyle’s cock against it. Kyle’s pelvis jerked to get closer and Scott
slapped him on the ass.
“Ffhhuuck,” slipped past the gag.
“Like the feel of my hand heating your ass or the feel of
her clit on your dick better?” He smacked him again several times, then stroked
his cock along the lips of her sex.
Kyle shuddered, sucking in oxygen, unable to answer, but it
was a rhetorical question.
He jerked Kyle forward another inch and tucked him inside
Haleigh’s creamy slit. “Don’t move, either of you.” He gripped Haleigh’s chin
and smeared a tiny bit of her pussy juice on her bottom lip. She licked it off,
swiping his thumb in the process. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” was her breathy answer.
Kyle’s thighs and torso shook with arousal. The need to get
inside her was overriding all of his training and Scott fucking loved it. “What
about you, Kyle? You thought topping from the bottom was a good idea. Can you
prove to me you’re the obedient submissive I’ve trained you to be? Can you
control the urge to pound inside her because I tell you to?”
A single nod of his head sent blood rushing to Scott’s dick,
immersing him in top space. He bit Kyle’s bottom lip, nipping at the flesh
around the gag.
Scott circled them, dragging the tips of his fingers along
Haleigh’s side, across her back. Scott touched Kyle’s hip. He stiffened,
sucking on the dick gag.
“Count.”
“Count what, Sir?” Haleigh asked.
“You’ll know.”
Scott grabbed two short, three-foot single-tail whips and
waited.
It was inevitable. Haleigh would break first. She was new
and didn’t understand how to process the sensations coursing through her
bloodstream. The anticipation of what he would do was almost as sensual as the
caress itself.
What better way to teach her than to feed his inner sadist,
and their inner masochists?
Training them reminded him of a naughty version of
Disneyland. He couldn’t choose what ride he wanted to go on first.
As soon as she started to fidget, he lashed the end of one
whip across the high, round globe of her ass. It connected, pushing a startled
yip from her. More due to the unexpected gesture than any real pain, he
suspected. He was going easy on her.
He cleared his throat.
“One, Sir. One,” came her tense count.
Instead of standing perfectly still like Scott expected,
Kyle shuddered when Haleigh moved. She rode his cock, rubbing her clit against
his shaft.
He struck them both on the thigh right beneath the crease of
each ass he wanted to lick.
“Two…” she squeaked.
“Count Kyle’s along with your own. He’s a bit tied up, you
understand.”
“Umm…three?”
The subspace in her brain was seeping into the synapses,
making it difficult for her to concentrate. Scott couldn’t think of anything
sexier. She clutched the ropes attached to her wrist cuffs, her hands
constantly moving, trying to distract herself from her urge to move against Kyle.