"…Green, Master." She nods for emphasis. "I'm sure."
"I'm proud of you, gorgeous girl." I kiss her spine, then straighten and pull out slowly. "Tell me if it gets to be too much, all right?" She promises, and I push inside of her again.
It doesn’t take long for me to lose myself in control—an oxymoron if there ever was one. In quick, shallow thrusts, I fill Evangeline's pussy with my cock over and over. Her muffled whimpers, Brayden's gritty pleas, each push, every pull, muscles contracting, silk ties restraining, the vibrator, a plug, the sound of wetness, skin slapping, tremors…I find focus
in all of it. I let it sink in; I feel everything.
Swiveling my hips, I grin
d deeper into my kitten. She pants and moans around the cock in her mouth. Brayden keeps begging Master for a release. I fuck Evangeline harder, hammering into her softness. Sweat beads on my body, biceps throbbing, thighs tensing, and abs contracting. My breathing goes harsh and shallow. Power pummels through me like a
fucking
hurricane.
Deeming Evangeline's suffering enough for now, I snake a hand under her stomach and begin to rub her clit. Fast, hard. She chokes on a gasp, her entire body quivering. And I had a feeling this would happen. A certain amount of pain will intensify any kind of relief I offer her.
If you give a parched man a glass of water, won't he enjoy it more than a man who has unlimited access to it? That glass of water might even
taste
better, be more
gratifying
.
"Please, Master!" she sobs. "I—I, oh God!"
"Hold it, pet," I growl. I know she's close. I also know she can't believe it. The pain mingling with the pleasure confuses her. But she can't control the way her pussy clenches down on me.
My
hand on her hip slides up the damp skin of her spine. I keep stroking and pinching her clit with my other hand. Finding her neck, I rub her gently, loosening the tension in her muscles.
"Breathe, Evangeline. Focus on your breathing."
"Master, please…" At Brayden's despaired moan, I look up the bed to see him fighting against his approaching orgasm. His face is contorted in pain—a need to please me.
"Fuck," I breathe out, squeezing my eyes shut. Mouth dry, I swallow a couple times, then open my eyes again. Only to find Brayden's hooded gaze on me. I shudder and ram my dick as far as I can into Evangeline's pussy, knowing Brayden can feel it as she sucks him off. Just like I felt his thrusts earlier when I had Evangeline's mouth on me.
"I can't stop—" He presses his lips together and shakes his head. Eyes screwed shut, too. Yet, despite his words, he keeps struggling.
"Come, Brayden." I allow it only fractions of a second before he'd lose the battle. "Come." With a guttural groan, everything unleashes in him. His back arches, his hips buck, his head is thrown back, and the ties strain between the bed frame and his wrists. "Swallow him down, kitten. Make it good for him." I slow down only to let her focus on Brayden.
As soon as his muscles unclench, making it look like he collapses down on the mattress, I order Evangeline to come, too. I twist the plug in her ass, press my middle finger down onto her swollen clit, and grind my cock as deep as possible. Nothing but a breathless wail escapes her throat, and while she rides out her violent orgasm, I chase my own. And it comes crashing down on me when Evangeline's pussy tightens fiercely around the base of my cock. Through lazy thrusts, I spill into the condom and feel all the tension draining out of me.
A low groan rumbles in my chest; all I want is to lie down and catch my breath. But that will have to wait a little. Reluctantly withdrawing my softening cock, the first thing I do is remove Evangeline's plug. My breathing is still too choppy, and I have to blink for clarity. After pulling out Brayden's vibrator, I quickly get off the bed and place the toys, crop too, on a towel. Then I dispose of the condom, grab the wipes and two more towels, and return to the bed.
"Scene's over, subbies," I whisper.
Chapter 8
Evangeline breathes out in relief when I untie her from Brayden, and I make a mental note to give her a massage.
"Just lie down and relax, be
autiful." I kiss her on the forehead. Moving on, I untie Brayden and then return the ties to the armoire. If my weekend goes as planned, he and Evangeline will be the only ones I will ever use those ties on. "Is there anything that hurts?" I check them over as I join them on the bed and swiftly clean them up with a warm washcloth. That seems to embarrass Brayden, but I go on as if I don’t notice.
"I'm sore all over," Evangeline mumbles sleepily into a pillow. She hums as I draw the soft fabric over her pussy and ass;
she
clearly doesn’t care. Which makes me grin to myself. "My butt hurts a little, but not much." With another humming sound, she snuggles close to Brayden. "G'night."
I chuckle unde
r my breath. "Not so fast." Buck naked and armed with soothing lotion, bottled water, and two chocolate bars, I slide in behind Evangeline and pull the covers over us. "I have eleven years on you—if anyone should be tired, it's me." Facing Brayden, I ask, "Any discomfort, pup?"
He shakes his head no and draws the covers up to his nose. "A little sore, that’s all." His cheeks redden. "The scene was great—um, perfect."
"Oh, yes." Evangeline stretches between us, purring like a cat, and peers up at first Brayden, then me. A sleepy smile on her face. "Perfect scene, perfect Master." She giggles at my amused expression. "It helps that you're super sexy."
"You have no fucking shame." I laugh through my nose, wrapping my fingers around her wrists. They're a little red, but that’s nothing. Hooking a hand under her knee, I pull up her leg enough to check her ankle, too. "And the other one." I have to push down the covers to see, but when I do, I see it's all good. Some massage and she'll be back to her spunky self. Actually, after her comment, I think she already is. "How about you, Brayden?" He shows me his wrists, the same light red shade flashing—nothing bad. That’s what you get after yanking at your restraints. They'll learn not to treat shackles the same way as silk.
"And you both feel all right?"
"Better than all right." Evangeline smiles in thanks as I hand out water and chocolate for them. "What about you?" A crease forms between her brows. "You look worried."
I'm not. Well, not really. They might still be high on endorphins, which would explain their carefree behavior. At Switch, Evangeline dropped quickly. I suppose I half-expected something similar to happen now. But every scene is different. Usually, there's no drop whatsoever to speak about. I'll just have to keep an eye on her—both of them—in case it happens.
After assuring them nothing is wrong, we talk about the scene in detail; I make them voice their thoughts about
everything we did—from arrival to now—and, in turn, I explain my own agenda. Specifically about Evangeline and pain.
She frowns, wonders if she's weird, and then tries to backtrack—that, no, she doesn’t enjoy pain. Not believing her own lie.
Brayden kisses her temple and murmurs, "Would it be bad if you did? And, for the record, we've only just started this weekend. It was one riding crop,
ma belle
. We don’t know yet where you'll end up on, um—" he chuckles "—the pain scale."
"Still…" She grumbles. "Is it normal to like some pain?"
I withhold my smile and brush some hair away from her forehead. "Think about it, kitten. At Switch, didn’t you see a lot of ways to inflict pain?" Evangeline is not a masochist—I strongly doubt that. But some amount of pain still comes with the territory, and to say she was unique in that respect would be like saying my brothers get off on doing charity. "We have time to explore your desires," I point out softly. "And whenever you have questions, I'm here. So is Kayla; remember her from the club? I really do recommend you contact her."
"We will." Brayden nods. "It'll be good to meet others in the community—other subs."
Maybe it will take some time for Evangeline to let this settle, but I have no concerns regarding how she'll handle it. She's one of the most open-minded women I've ever met. This is just a small bump in the road, her own road, but that’s common. No matter how strong you are as a person, you will sometimes be taken off guard and learn something new about yourself. And I tell her this, or remind her, because she's a smart girl; she knows this already.
"I'm glad you're the one who walked into our stall," she admits.
"You seem very understanding. And it's like you have answers to everything."
"Afraid that’s not true—but thank you." I kiss her shoulder, smiling against her skin.
Under the covers, my arm reaches across her to include Brayden, too. I let my hand rest on his back. "I have experience, though I learn new things all the time."
"No, I get that. But I think you're perfect for us."
Her own smile is uncharacteristically shy. To mask it, she turns to teasing. "Is there any way we can keep you?"
Little does she know that’s exactly my hope. Only, I will do the keeping.
I will own their bodies.
Their hearts, their souls?
Fuck that. Annoying goddamn voice. Which, disturbingly enough, still sounds like Kayla. Meddling little brat.
"If you feel like keeping me after this weekend is over, come talk to me." I
smirk.
*
Maybe seven years with Alexa and all that misery granted me some fucking luck, because it turned out that Brayden and Evangeline were more than a little excited to have me as their Master. And now, three weeks later, I arrive at the club for another shift behind the bar, and Kayla immediately runs up to me asking me if I have the collars.
"
Yep, they arrived today." I wink at her, bump fists with Liam, exchange a grin with Nicholas, and jerk my chin in hello at Rio and Cade. "Maybe Daddy should put a leash on you, honey." I tug on one of her pigtails, seeing as she's actually followed me behind the bar. "Only Liam and I are allowed back here."
"I just wanted to hug you and say congrats." She pulls off a playful scowl before wrapping her arms arou
nd my middle. I chuckle, give her a squeeze, and kiss the top of her head. "Now all you gotta do is fall in love with your subs." She finishes that off in her singsong voice and then skips around the bar again to sit on Nicholas' lap. "Doesn’t he, Daddy? Doesn’t he?"
Nicholas, amused as hell, is about to say yes—I know because he's already nodding—but my glare stops him. He's all about humoring his girl, who is bubblier than freaking champagne.
"Ahem." He clears his throat. "That’s enough, baby girl." Yeah, see, if he'd said that without grinning like a fucking schmuck, then maybe I would've believed him. "So—" he faces me with a smirk "—anything special planned?"
"Still fine tuning the details," I say, resting my forearms on the bar top. Liam doesn’t end his shift until ten, so I have a few minutes. "But no elaborate ceremony for me."
Some Doms plan grand ceremonies for when they collar their subs, but that’s not really my thing. It's not Evangeline and Brayden's thing, either. But that doesn’t mean I'm not eager to have my name on them. Over the past three weeks, we've met at the club a few times, and we've had long weekends together at my place. I've explored their limits, grown comfortable having them with me, and enjoyed teaching them new things. Whether we scene in public or at my place, we click very well.
I also admit to myself that I enjoy not waking up alone.
Brayden is still wary about having a man touch him, so we haven't progressed much there. I can use toys on him, fuck him with a dildo, put on condoms and cock rings, hug him, and guide him into positions, though that’s it. If he wakes up in my arms, he stiffly moves away while hiding his haunted expression and erection.
I wouldn’t mind putting my boot up his dad's ass or
shoving my fist down his throat.
I've become particularly protective of my Brayden. Evangeline, too, but she's not as vulnerable. She throws caution to the wind; she's carefree, has a huge heart, and a strong spirit.
She's also one the most selfless people I've ever met. It'd be too fucking easy to fall for her. Effortless. The way she responds to my touch is exhilarating, and it only serves to make things more difficult for me when it comes to drawing the line between an arrangement and a complete relationship. I may be in charge, but she's got her hooks into me—there's no denying that.
"When will your subs be here?"
Cade asks, bringing me back to the present. He grins. "Thought they were always attached to your hip now."
"You jealous
?" I laugh. Don’t think for a second I haven't caught him eyeing Brayden like he's on the menu. Hell, Evangeline too. Especially last week when I had them both walk around naked. "They're mine, buddy." And I won't ever share my subs.
"Oh,
Cooper's getting territorial." Rio smirks.
"Nuh-uh." Kayla huffs and folds her arms across her chest
. "Mr. Kingsley is
not
jealous." She's referring to Cade, who smiles at Kayla. "'Cause he's going out with my friend Dylan tomorrow. So, there."
I shake my head in amusement and tilt my head at Nicholas. "Your little matchmaker's at it again, huh?"
"Damn straight." He nuzzles Kayla's neck. "But no more of that now. We need to go home, baby." That’s right. They're taking a quick vacation to Mexico before flying up to Oregon in a week. I think I heard Nick saying that his parents will be in Mexico, too. "Time to pack."
"So, anyway…"
Rio twirls a finger. "Back to Evangeline and Brayden. When are you collaring them?"
"Tomorrow," I answer and grab a soda for myself. "I have something in mind for them tonight—" checking my watch, I see that they should be here in a couple minutes "—
and that will sorta decide what we'll do for tomorrow." It depends on Brayden's reaction to tonight.
Only Nicholas in our group knows what's going on
, and that’s because I need his office.
"Speak of the devils."
Cade jerks his chin toward the entrance, and I see Evangeline and Brayden walking over.
I doubt it's a sight I
'll ever get tired of. They're dressed in the same outfits they wore for our first weekend together—a standard now. Too fucking sexy, both of them. Now I just need to focus on the fact that this is a D/s relationship, nothing more.
Which has become increasingly difficult.
Getting to know them has started to make me feel an…attachment. Whether it's during a scene where I push their limits, shove them out of their comfort zones, only to haul them back in, make them beg, make them come, then take care of them…or if it's before and after playtime when we talk about everyday things and hobbies and music and what-the-fuck-ever…this wasn’t the plan.
You and your fucking plans.
That voice didn’t sound like Kayla. For once.
"Hi, guys!"
That’s
Kayla. And she's quick to wave Evangeline and Brayden over to us.
Now that my subs are attending munches with her once a week, they've formed a friendship, too.
Evangeline, especially, has grown close to Kayla. A few days ago, for instance, I scened with Brayden alone; Evangeline and Kayla ran around the club, thick as thieves, and served drinks for kicks.
"Actually, you two can come over here." I point to where I'm standing. That earns me a
look
from Kayla, but when I wink at her, she smiles, ducks her head, and burrows into Nick's chest. "Hello, you two," I murmur and gather Evangeline and Brayden close to me. At Switch, they're both a lot more demure and shy than they are at my apartment; it takes a while for them to relax. Most often they can't until I have my arms around them. "You smell nice, kitten." I dip down and breathe her in, smelling her floral shampoo and bodywash. For some reason, I like that she has shower products at my place, too. "Can you give me a kiss?" She tilts up her face immediately, and I claim her mouth with mine.
A
bone-deep ache in me reminds me I haven't seen them in a few days. But now they're mine for the next three days.
Her greeting words are drowned out by the music, but I read them on her pouty lips. "I missed you, Master."
I swallow that fucking ache, nod, and kiss her some more. "I missed you, too." Hugging her impossibly closer, I turn to Brayden; he's resting his cheek against my collarbone, one hand on my stomach. It's a light touch, but I feel it searing through my T-shirt. "That goes for you as well, pup." I kiss him on the forehead, hoping like hell tonight will change things. A small push in the right direction is all I need. It doesn’t even have to be physical—he can open up to me and I'll consider it a triumph. Because denying himself won't work forever. Unless he wants to be miserable.
"I reckon I really need to find a plaything,"
Rio mutters as whatever song changes into another. "How fair is it that he gets two?"
"I can help you, Master Rio," Kayla says sweetly.
Nicholas laughs. "I'm sure you can, baby girl—but not now. We're going home to pack."
And I need to start my shift. Get that shit over with. So, we can go upstairs later. For the scene we're going to watch.