Without a word of protest, she took his hand and allowed him to lead her into the dining room. He sat her in the chair next to him and they shared a quiet meal. Jack seemed to relax when he realized she was accepting the situation. After dessert was served, Jack politely dismissed the housekeeper, thanking her for her work. When the door closed behind her, Jack held his hand out and gestured for her to come to his lap. She sat and put her arms around his neck. She leaned in and pressed a kiss to the hard line of his jaw.
“You realize all this sweet submission is not going to save you,” Jack said, speaking to her for the first time in an hour.
“I don’t want to be saved from you.” Abby knew that she was going to get the spanking of a lifetime, and she wasn’t afraid of it. Jack would need it after what he’d been through.
Jack’s green eyes were filled with challenge. “You’ll allow Sam to tie you down?”
“Yes,” she replied.
“You’ll accept my discipline?”
“Yes, Jack.” She gnawed a little at her bottom lip. “Though, if it’s going to be as bad as I suspect, I might need a gag to stay quiet.”
Jack nodded. “When we enter that room, you will speak when spoken to. You will do exactly as I say. I am the Master in that room, do you understand?”
She nodded and didn’t even try to hide the fact that she was already getting wet.
Jack looked at his partner. “Sam, I realize that up to this point I’ve been willing to share power.”
Sam’s eyes turned wary and he frowned. “I understand. You want her to yourself tonight. I can handle that.”
Jack sighed. “Neither one of you lets me get a complete thought out. I wasn’t throwing you out, Samuel. I was changing the rules on you. When we’ve used the playroom before, we shared power over our lover. I was willing to do that because, quite frankly, I didn’t care enough about those women to take full responsibility for them. Now, I am willing to take that responsibility for both of you.”
Sam’s entire body tensed, and she sensed Sam’s expectation. “What do you mean?”
Jack’s smile was slow and sensual. “I mean I know what you need, Sam. Hell, you’re even more submissive than Abigail is. You want discipline. I’m now willing to give it to you. I don’t know how far I’ll go or what I’ll be comfortable with, but I’m willing to explore it.”
Sam looked almost shy. “It doesn’t have to change. I’m not asking anything of you.”
“I know. Somehow, with Abigail here, it all seems a bit more possible, if you understand.” Jack left his reflective mood, and she knew he was ready to move on. “The rules apply to you too, Sam. I am Master in that room. You will obey me. You will not question me or refuse me. If I request something of you that you are not willing to give me, your safe word is ‘red.’ You will say your safe word and everything stops. Is that understood?”
Sam smiled slowly. “Yes, Jack.”
“Excellent.” Jack kissed her on the cheek. “You can start by taking her and preparing her. I want her bathed, bound, and ready for my pleasure.”
Sam eagerly got up, and in a second, she was in his arms.
Jack looked at the clock. “You have half an hour. And, Samuel, she is not allowed to come, do you understand?”
“Yes,” Sam replied. “You don’t want me to play with her or anything.”
Jack laughed. “I didn’t say that. Play with her all you like. Get her soaking wet. But don’t let her come.”
“I think I can handle that.” Sam looked down at Abby with anticipation.
Suddenly, she realized a spanking would probably be the least of her torture.
15
It didn’t take Abby long to realize Jack wasn’t the only one she’d hurt. Sam was distant. He’d been like this since they’d left the dining room. He’d smiled at Jack, but the minute they were away from him, Sam had turned into a robot. He had mechanically washed her in the shower and brushed out her hair after drying her off. He’d said not more than one or two words to her, and those had been orders.
Sam had taken her into the playroom from the master bath. She thought the door went to a closet, but had been surprised when Sam opened it and turned on the lights. Two of the walls were lined with floor to ceiling mirrors. There was what looked like an examination table from a doctor’s office, complete with stirrups, and several places in the walls and the ceiling where a submissive could be bound.
Her first thought on entering the playroom was that it was remarkably clean and cozy for a dungeon. She couldn’t hold in her second thought. “What the hell is that?”
“It’s a whipping bench.” Sam touched the device lightly. “Your chest goes here.”
There was a padded board in the middle that formed the center of the bench. It looked like it would run from her head to just above her pelvis. It was tilted slightly at a downward angle so her head would be lower than her ass. She was sure it put her in the perfect position to receive Jack’s discipline. It didn’t take Sam to tell her that the four smaller padded boards were for her arms and legs. These boards were equipped with restraints that Sam would use to bind her down. She would be completely vulnerable.
Sam started to smile, showing his even white teeth, but quickly shut it down. He indicated a flat, padded bench close to a sink. It was covered with a crisp white sheet. “Go lie down, face first.”
“Sam.” She let the ache in her heart bleed through to her voice. “Sam, please.”
His face was harsh as he turned back. “Am I not even worth obeying?”
She gasped, and her arms went around Sam’s naked chest. “How can you say that?”
He stood rigid in her embrace, and she wondered how she was going to reach him. “I can say that because you’re not on the table.”
Reluctantly, she let him go and walked to the table. She lay down on the warmed sheet that covered the comfortable massage table and placed her head in the padded slot designed to let her breathe. She was quiet and entirely subdued as Sam poured warm oil onto her skin and began to rub his hands down her back. He started at the base of her neck and ran his thumbs on either side of her spine.
She didn’t resist him in any way, but she took no pleasure from the ministrations, either. All she felt was a crushing guilt. She had screwed everything up. She thought she was doing the right thing. Protecting them had been all she could think about.
“Relax.” Impatience bled into Sam’s tone.
“I’m trying.” It was impossible when she couldn’t figure out how to heal the breach between the two of them. She was willing to do almost anything.
Suddenly, it seemed like too much. Despite her success in forcing people to let her into their stores, she knew it would be a fight to make a place for herself here. And now, with Sam angry and unwilling to speak to her, she had doubts as to putting herself between Sam and his best friend. They had been together for so much longer. It wasn’t fair for her to come between them. She had been the catalyst for Jack changing the rules, and Sam was obviously not okay with that.
“You’re crying.” It sounded like an accusation to her ears.
“No, I’m not.” As she said it, she couldn’t stop a sniffle.
“Damn it, Abigail. I feel your tears hitting my feet,” Sam complained.
“I’ll stop.”
Sam sighed, and he knelt down. His face was suddenly in view, his head at an awkward angle as he looked up at her. “Why are you crying?”
“You’re mad at me, and I don’t know how to make it up to you.” She pushed against the table, forcing herself up. “I got you in trouble with Jack.”
Sam got to his feet again. “I got me in trouble with Jack. I left you alone. He gave me explicit instructions, and I didn’t follow them. I’m upset with myself.”
“I’m not…” She quickly closed her mouth when she realized what she was about to say.
“If I were Jack, you would be over my knee right now.” His entire body was tense.
“I’m
sorry.” She was pretty sure she had said those words about a hundred times today. It had been her day for fucking things up. She reached out and ran her hands along the cut plane of his chest. “I’m not used to anyone caring about me the way the two of you do. I’m used to being the one to bear the burden. It’s my fault, too, you know.”
“How do you figure?”
“I knew Jack didn’t want me to be alone,” she admitted. “I could have, should have followed you. I walked into that café. The minute I saw Ruby Echols sitting there with her cronies, I should have marched back out and stayed with you. I can’t win with her. It doesn’t even pay to try.”
A slow smile started to cross his face. “Put like that, it does seem more like your fault than mine.”
“Sam,” she said, trying to pull him close. “I love you. I really do, but if I’m coming between you and Jack, then I should go. I don’t want to break the two of you up.”
Sam’s blue eyes went wide. “I was thinking the same damn thing except that I should leave.”
“What do you mean?”
He glanced down for a moment, and when he finally met her eyes, he looked bleak. “I want a true threesome.”
He stood there, seemingly waiting for her shock and dismay.
The truth hit her with the force of a two by four. It didn’t bother her. It made sense when she thought about it. “You want Jack.”
He nodded slowly, as though admitting it made it real and something they had to deal with. “I want Jack, and I want you. I know what that makes me, but I can’t help what I want. It’s just gotten stronger since we met you. I want the three of us together in all ways. Jack loves you like he’s never loved anyone else. I’m going to freak him out and upset you. Maybe it would be better if I left and let you and Jack have a normal marriage.”
“I don’t want a normal marriage.” She spread her legs, completely heedless of her nudity as she pulled Sam in and wouldn’t take no for an answer. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his chest. “I want you and me and Jack.”
He finally gave up part of the fight. He relaxed in her arms. “Baby, think about it for a minute. I want to make love with Jack. Real-live gay sex.”
Yep, she searched her mind and heart and not a single word of that upset her at all. It felt right, as though there had been a tiny piece of them that was slightly out of place and now they were perfect. “Do I get to watch?”
“Abby?”
She shrugged and snuggled closer to him. He was hard, and she almost had him where she wanted him. “It’s not gay if a girl watches.”
All her worry had flown away now that she understood the problem. It wasn’t a problem at all in her mind. It was more like wish fulfillment.
“I think most of the planet would disagree with you,” he said ruefully, but she noted he was pressing himself against her now.
Abby tried to keep her breathing under control. She wiggled, and the head of his dick hit her clit. Just a bit more. A couple more strokes and she would be in a good place. “Who cares what the rest of the planet thinks? We’re involved in a committed ménage à trois where, apparently, two of us are sexually submissive to the dominant male. Oh, and I spent most of the day walking around with a plug stuck up my ass. What’s a little gay sex? It’s practically the most normal thing we’ll do.”
Sam’s smile was completely awestruck. “You’re actually fine with this?”
She nodded quickly, wanting to soothe his fears so she could get back to her subversive plan to come before Jack got here. “As long as I get to watch.”
He beamed down at her. “You are one righteous pervert, Abigail-almost-Barnes.”
“I’m fine with that.” There was no shame to be had. She was doing terribly dirty things with men she loved and trusted and was willing to commit herself to. She didn’t see anything wrong with it. Now all she had to do was get him to stroke her one more time with that hard cock of his…
He took a forceful step back. “You’re also going to get me in a shitload of trouble. I know what you’re trying to do. Jack said no orgasm for you.”
“But, Sam!” She had been so close.
“No,” he said firmly. “And now you spent all your massage time trying to tempt me into disobeying Jack. Not happening, baby. We have exactly five minutes to get you ready. Go lay down on the bench.”
She pouted but got down. It was obvious he was beyond temptation now, but at least the haunted look was off his face. She went on her tiptoes and lightly kissed his full lips. “I love you, Sam.”
“I love the hell out of you, Abigail,” he replied with a ready smile. “As for the rest of it, we’ll see. I don’t know how Jack will handle it. I don’t know if that’s what he wants.”
“I’ll handle Jack.” She was looking forward to it. “We just have to take it slow.”
She walked over to the whipping bench and settled herself down. The bench narrowed a bit in the middle. She discovered her breasts hung over either side and her pussy was left on the edge of the bench.
“Damn, you look so fucking hot, baby.” Sam worked the leather straps over her wrists. He made sure they were tight but comfortable. He moved to her ankles, and before long, she was bound completely. It should have made her feel frightened, but instead all she felt was a hum in her pussy as she anticipated what Jack was going to do to her.
Sam stood up and ran his hand down her spine. When he got to her ass, he parted her cheeks, and she felt the cold spurt of lubricant. She sighed but made no protest. She had just gotten the plug out. Suddenly, she felt something warmer than the hard plastic of the plug. His fingers played with her anus, gently probing. He pushed against the resistance, shoving his thumb in to the first knuckle and rimming her.
She gasped at the prickles of sensation she felt all along her spine. It wasn’t exactly pain, but the fine, hard edge of it was there.
“Your ass is so pretty.” Sam continued to work his finger into her. “I can’t wait to fuck it.”
“Neither can I,” a deep voice said.
She turned her head as much as the bench would allow and saw Jack standing in the doorway. He was still in his jeans, but his shirt and shoes were gone. His hair was wet from a shower, and he looked at them with deep approval in his emerald eyes. His body was tall and lean from years and years of hard physical labor, and his shoulders broad and muscular. She sighed at how beautifully masculine that body was.
“This is what every man wants, isn’t it? He wants to walk in and find his best friend finger-deep in his fiancée’s ass.” There was a smile in his voice.
Rather than pulling out, Sam shoved his thumb in farther and rotated it. Abby groaned, not sure whether it was pain or pleasure. “She’s going to be so tight.”
“Yes, she is,” Jack said. There was a wealth of satisfaction in his tone. He watched them for a moment. He seemed to silently enjoy the scene as Sam worked her ass, gently stretching her. Finally, he spoke again. “Has she been a good girl?”
“Nope.” Sam pulled his thumb out. She felt him step away and heard the sink in the background running. “She tried her damnedest to rub herself to orgasm against me. She was like a cat in heat.”
“And did she succeed?” Jack’s voice was a silky threat.
“No. She only managed to work herself up.”
Jack walked up behind her, admiring Sam’s handiwork. Abby discovered that she could easily watch him through the mirror to her left. She was small and vulnerable, spread and bound for him. She found the picture they made extremely arousing. Jack shoved two fingers roughly up her pussy. He slid them back and forth in the warm wetness he found there.
“Nice,” he said approvingly before pulling out. He didn’t touch her clitoris at all. She moaned in frustration and felt a sharp slap to her ass. “I said no noise, Abigail.” Jack walked around to her head and gracefully knelt beside her. His face was very serious as he looked at her. “I’ve decided against the gag. I want you to be able to respond when
I require it. Give me your word you’ll do your best to stay quiet and still while I discipline you.”
“Yes.” She studied the hard, beautiful planes of his face. His pitch-black hair was wavy and just long enough to start to curl. She knew he would cut it soon, but she intended to talk him out of it.
Jack’s eyes widened in expectation. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, Sir.” The rules seemed to be different in this room.
She breathed out as she saw a flash of anger cross Jack’s face. “My name is Jack. Sir is something you call a Dom who hasn’t bothered to give you his name. I am not Sir, nor am I Master. I am Jack, and I am the only Dom you’ll ever get, sweetheart, so I expect you to use my name.”
“Yes, Jack,” she said sweetly to placate him
“I don’t scare you at all, do I?”
“I love you,” she said.
He leaned over and kissed her cheek before standing back up. “Remember that,” he warned her. “Give me the crop, please. The narrow tip, I think, for this first time, and while you’re there, Sam, you can get the leather whip as well.”
She heard the closet door open.
“Do you think she can handle the whip?” Sam didn’t sound like he thought she could.
“No.” Jack’s voice was steady. “Her skin is delicate and sensitive. I have no intention of raising welts. I want her bottom hot and pink. That’s all. The whip I intend to use on you. And that’s an extra stroke for questioning me.”
There was a short pause, and she really wished she could see the look on Sam’s face. “All right.”
The closet door shut.
“You can walk out at any time,” Jack offered. “I won’t hold it against you, and I won’t shut you out the next time we decide to play with our wife.”
“I’m not leaving.” It sounded like it was the farthest thing from Sam’s mind.
She sighed as Jack’s hands stroked her bare ass. “You are so gorgeous like this, sweetheart. You tempt me very much to forget this punishment and move on to the part of the evening when I sink my cock into you.” His hand found her pussy. “Unfortunately, I cannot allow what happened today to pass.”
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