Whirlwind

by Reese Morrison

  “That’s right, sir. I’m sorry.”

  “Not sorry enough, I think.”

  A sharp slap landed on Dakota’s ass, and they jumped as the pain and pleasure rushed through them. A whimper escaped their lips.

  Parker’s other hand pressed down on their lower back, keeping them still. “Feeling a little more sorry now?”

  Dakota smiled. “No, I can’t say I am, sir.”

  “Brat.” Parker rained down five harsher blows on the same cheek.

  Dakota moaned as the pain settled, absorbing that fiery feeling into their belly. All they wanted was more of that sweet sting. “Hmmm… still not feeling very sorry. Maybe my other Sir could do better.” That was sure to set them both off.

  Ben chuckled. “I think you just said the wrong thing, brat.”

  The slaps came hard and fast, melting into a continuous wave, but still distinct. Parker kept up a faster pattern, building up a stinging burn in the same place and drawing Dakota into a great singing height.

  Ben maintained a slower pace, but his blows were deep and hard, scattered over Dakota’s ass and thigh, reaching into something deep inside.

  Together, they created a symphony of beautiful intensity, until Dakota couldn’t untangle the sensations. They arched and thrust back, trembled and sobbed, clenching the table legs like they were the only thing keeping them tethered.

  When the spankings stopped, Dakota whimpered, though they couldn’t have said what they wanted. Just more. More of whatever these two Doms wanted from them.

  Fingernails scratched down their abused ass, drawing out another fiery swell of desire and joy. “Feeling sorry yet, brat?”

  That was Parker, checking in. Reminding Dakota that they were safe. That they could ask for what they wanted.

  “No, please, Sir.” It came out as more of a sob than a request. They just wanted to lie here and absorb it all.

  Ben knelt in front of them, looking them in the eyes. His face was stern, and Dakota could feel his focus like it was a weight. “No, you don’t want any more? Or no, you’re not feeling sorry yet?”

  Dakota drew their mind back to communicating. They put on their cutest smile. “No, Sir, I’m not feeling sorry enough yet.”

  Ben’s eyes shone and Dakota could see his pulse hammering under his dark skin. A slight smile lit his face.

  “Perhaps you’d like a taste of my belt then.”

  “Yes. Yes, Sir.”

  Ben remained kneeling in front of them as he removed the belt from his pants, the rest of his outfit still perfectly arranged. Somewhere in the background, Dakota heard Parker’s footsteps.

  Then their attention was drawn back to Ben gripping the buckle in his hand and wrapping the belt twice around his palm. Just seeing a belt prepared like that could get them hot.

  Ben stood and the moment hung, suspended. Then the belt descended, and there was that exquisite flash of pain racing through their body. Dakota bucked and moaned, already too far gone to care what was coming out of their mouth.

  The deep sting came again, this time on their thighs. Then on one shoulder. A matching one landed on the other. They were getting so close now.

  Fiery pleasure crashed through them. “Please, please!” It was the only word they could think of. They weren’t even sure if they were saying it out loud, or if it was just echoing through their head.

  A sharp strike cut to the inside of one thigh through the deeper throb of the belt. A crop? Did Parker come back with a crop? Whatever it was, it was sharp and tight and magnificent.

  A foot nudged Dakota’s legs further apart, while the deeper blows of the belt moved to their shoulders. “Don’t even think of coming, brat.”

  Dakota whimpered and returned to pleading. “Please, Sirs. Ben, Parker, please!”

  The crop was smacking along the back of their legs and up the inside of their thighs, so dangerously, deliciously close to their dripping cunt before dancing away. The belt alternated in a steady rhythm across both shoulders.

  They were lost in it, utterly lost. But so desperate. Like they were on the edge of something breaking inside and letting something magnificent escape.

  The sharp sting of the crop moved up to their shoulders, falling everywhere in bright bursts, while Ben moved down to their ass with the belt. They were melting, burning up in conflagration of ecstasy.

  “Please, I’m going to come. Please let me come.”

  The blows stopped, just for a moment. Then they heard the most beautiful word. Maybe it was Parker, maybe Ben. Or maybe both of them together. “Come.”

  Both implements landed simultaneously on their ass, and they were drowning in a sea of agony and euphoria.

  They were washed away, nothing left except the rapture racing through their veins and the knowledge that they had pleased their Sirs.

  Chapter 6

  Parker

  Parker stepped away, steadying his breathing, while Ben pulled Dakota into his lap. He was sitting on the floor, his back against the couch.

  He looked positively enchanted.

  Parker felt like he usually did a pretty solid job on aftercare—it was the right thing to do and he truly did want to make sure that his subs had everything they needed.

  But he knew, from not-so-secretly watching, that Ben enjoyed it. Tonight, he seemed to be positively reveling in it, like cradling their lovingly tormented pet was his highest calling.

  For a moment, Parker felt left out. Maybe he wanted to be the one holding Dakota, instead.

  Ben looked up and their eyes met. It was lust and adoration. And a clear invitation.

  Parker needed a moment to think. He had wanted this. He’d even thought about initiating it. But now that it was happening, it was… intense.

  Supplies. Yes, he could go get supplies.

  He disappeared into his room to grab the soothing cream, then set out condoms and lube conspicuously, in preparation for anything that might follow.

  From the closet he grabbed a hand towel and a soft, thin blanket, then set them all down on the edge of the couch. He filled three tall glasses with water from the refrigerator door and set them on coasters on the coffee table where Dakota had been writhing and sobbing in ecstasy just moments before.

  Now he had everything he set out to get, but that hadn’t helped at all.

  Ben fixed him with a look. “Get over here.”

  Parker ambled over the few steps that it took to walk around the coffee table, as though he had no destination in mind.

  Did he always have to be such a poser? There was nowhere else that he wanted to be. It was a good thing that Ben saw right through him.

  “Cream,” said Ben.

  Parker rankled at the commanding tone, but Ben was right. Parker handed Ben the towel, and then laid the blanket over Dakota’s lap when Ben nodded.

  Ben shifted Dakota around until more of their back was exposed, and Parker began massaging in the cream.

  There was something alluring and sweet about touching Dakota’s soft skin, made hot and red by Ben’s marks. He rubbed gently over the same spots, adding more cream just to feel the delicate skin so gorgeously striped.

  Time slipped away, the three of them quiet and present together.

  When Dakota seemed to be coming back to themselves, Ben held a glass to their lips and they sucked the water down in long, thirsty gulps. Parker knew that he should drink some as well, but he didn’t want to take his hands off Dakota’s back.

  Ben shuffled Dakota around, then whispered, “Come up here, pet.”

  Somehow, he got them both repositioned on the couch, Ben sitting up and Dakota lying face down over his lap. He settled the blanket over Dakota’s shoulders.

  Parker took a quick gulp of water, and then returned to the cream.

  On Dakota’s ass and thighs, Parker could see his own thin marks which brought a swell of pride. They were often crossed over with wider strips from Ben’s belt.

  His mind boggled at the implications. Could this whole thing wor
k between them? Between him and Ben? Between all three of them?

  He soothed the cream into the feverish, abused skin, feeling tender and exposed himself. He spoke almost without thinking. “You were so good for us, pet.”

  What was really good was the synchrony between the three of them. The way that he and Ben had been perfectly in tune with one another, and the way that Dakota had jumped right into the middle of it without a single bump.

  “Yes, pet, you were perfect for us,” Ben echoed.

  Dakota eventually started to stretch and wiggle a little bit, rocking back into Parker’s hands on their ass. “Oh, you like that, do you?” Parker chuckled.

  Ben added his hand, gently massaging over the reddened flesh. Parker slipped a finger in between Dakota’s cheeks, tracing over their tight bud without lingering. A moment later Ben repeated the gesture.

  Dakota moaned and whimpered, but made no other moves than the gentle rocking against Ben’s leg. Parker decided to make it a little more difficult for them to lie still and circled around their hole, brushing over it again and again without entering.

  Ben’s hand seemed to have made it under Dakota’s body, and from the sudden jerks and shudders, he could only imagine that Ben was playing with Dakota’s nipples. Their little tits were just adorable, such a perfect blend of masculine and feminine.

  Parker still hadn’t gotten a good look at what else lay between Dakota’s legs, but he was anticipating the exploration.

  If he and Ben got to keep their sweet little sub, though, he was going to insist that they shave.

  He wanted Dakota to be proud of everything they had—a battle that had been hard enough for him to fight with his own body. And the idea of having all that loveliness exposed for him at all times was hot, too.

  He pressed his finger tip against the tight hole that was already opening for him. Dakota bucked and cried out inarticulately. Dammit. He should have brought the lube with him.

  “Let’s take this to the bedroom, shall we?” Ben suggested.

  Parker pulled Dakota up and looped one arm under their shoulder. Ben followed behind.

  It was funny; he’d always thought that he and Ben would spend all their time fighting for dominance.

  But with Dakota submitting so eagerly, they were free to take turns leading, like partners in a dance. They hadn’t done any talking or planning, but he had the sense that Ben was in the same space he was—willing to step back as long as proper respect was shown and they all got to be together.

  It helped more than he’d expected that they knew and trusted each other so well.

  He led Dakota to the side of the bed and sat beside them, one arm still around their shoulders. “How are you doing, pet?”

  Dakota’s eyes were dreamy and pleased. “Sooooo goooood.”

  Parker and Ben both chuckled. “Oh, pet, what are we going to do with you?” Ben asked.

  “Have really good sex?” It was uttered with that perfect mixture of innocence and mischief.

  That had them both laughing. Their pet was incorrigible.

  Ben managed to answer first. “I think we can arrange that. You deserve a reward after taking that so well for us.”

  Dakota nodded. “I was goooood.”

  Oh, god. Post-orgasm Dakota was hilarious. “So does our good little pet have any requests?” Parker asked.

  “Mmmm...” Dakota looked between them. “I know I should say that I want whatever you want… But I want to see you two together.”

  Fuck, yes! Parker looked over at Ben with a leer, but Ben wasn’t looking so sure.

  Was it possible that he wasn’t interested? No, he knew that Ben was interested. He was just… was he scared? Nervous?

  He’d never seen Ben anything less than sure of himself, and he felt a little tender seeing him that way now. The man might be another Dom, but he still needed someone to take care of him sometimes.

  Parker was so on for that job.

  And he had the perfect idea to get things started.

  With one last sultry look at Ben, he turned to Dakota. “Lay down, pet.” He put just enough control into his voice to elicit a pleased gasp.

  It took him only moments to dig a pair of handcuffs out of the top drawer of his dresser. Ben and Dakota both followed him with their eyes, and he wasn’t above playing it up as he stalked back toward Dakota.

  Fortunately, he’d already put on his harness and his preferred cock when he went to get the crop earlier. He liked to be prepared.

  The look in Ben’s eyes when he noticed his erection earlier was something that he’d been waiting for forever.

  “Hands above your head. Wrists together.”

  Dakota complied with wide eyes, that perfect mix of adoration with just a tinge of fear.

  Their whole body was laid out and available, and Parker eagerly took in the gentle swells of their breasts and the small erection emerging from their V of hair. Their waist was thick with just the slightest curve of hips, and their arms stretched overhead to continue that seductive line.

  Parker snapped the leather cuffs onto their wrists and attached them to the headboard with one of the straps he’d left there for just this purpose. Naturally, he leaned over provocatively with his chest just inches from Dakota’s mouth, his ass upturned in Ben’s direction. He rose with deliberate slowness.

  “So,” he pulled back far enough to see both of them at the same time, “here’s the game. Ben and I take turns giving our little pet their well-earned reward. Pet,” he leveled Dakota with a hard glare, “you don’t get to come.” Dakota whimpered. Beautiful.

  “Ben, I was thinking about a little competition.” Ben’s eyes shone. Parker just lived for that competitive glint in his eyes.

  Now if only he would accept the challenge. Parker was a little nervous now, since this could screw everything up. It could also be the moment when their flirtation turned into something more.

  Here goes nothing. “We take turns. Whoever makes Dakota come has to bottom for the other one.”

  Silence hung in the room. He could see Ben’s face flash through a dozen emotions, but desire and determination won out over any fear. Ben wouldn’t allow himself to be thrown off for long.

  “You’re on.”

  Parker breathed an internal sigh of relief. He was vers and didn’t mind the occasional vanilla fling, but he had no idea how Ben would feel about it.

  He figured that Ben wouldn’t be so misguided as to believe that bottoming was equivalent to submitting, but it still might be something that he preferred to avoid.

  Either way, it sounded like they were good to go. They could figure out the logistics of winning and losing the bet later.

  “Hey, what about me?”

  Parker turned to face Dakota. That look in innocence and mischief was only multiplied when their hands were bound so beautifully to the bed. He gave them a questioning look.

  “How do I win?”

  Ben smirked. “I think this whole thing should be a winning opportunity for you.”

  “No,” they countered guilelessly, “how many rounds do I have to make it through without coming before you both bottom to me?”

  Priceless. Dakota was priceless.

  Ben and Parker looked at each other. “Six?” Parker suggested. It should be possible—barely—but still a challenge. Ben shrugged his agreement.

  “Meaning you each get three attempts?” Dakota clarified. Seriously, how had they been so lucky as to find someone who matched his vibe with Ben so well? Parker could see them all getting into a lot of trouble together in the future.

  Ben answered this time. “Sounds reasonable. Fifteen-minute increments and we set a timer.” Sure. That sounded fair. “May the best queer win.”

  Parker gestured toward the drawer that he’d taken the handcuffs from. “Anything in that drawer is up for grabs.”

  It wasn’t his whole collection, but there was plenty for a range of basic scenes. “Flip for who goes first?” Parker grabbed a coin from the bowl in
the corner of his dresser and flipped it at Ben’s nod.

  “Heads!” Ben called.

  Parker revealed the coin for both of them to inspect together.

  It was tails.

  Parker took in Dakota’s delectable frame. Behind him, he heard Ben sinking into the chair where he could watch them both. Which was exactly what he wanted.

  Parker decided that his primary goal, aside from winning of course, was to let Dakota know that all of their body was desirable. Including the areas that didn’t match the typical binary of male or female. But Parker wasn’t going to start there.

  Instead, he took Dakota’s lips in a slow, melting kiss. Dakota returned the kiss eagerly, their tongues and lips tangling together in a flow of golden honey.

  Then Parker took charge of the kiss, one hand on Dakota’s jaw to keep their mouth open and angled where he wanted it, while he plunged in with his tongue like he was fucking them. They moaned and writhed beneath him, pulling at their cuffs.

  He could tell they were loving it, the feeling of being completely trapped and at his mercy.

  He assumed that Dakota was as experienced with orgasm denial as they’d been with impact play, so this wasn’t going to be quick.

  Which meant that he could shape the whole experience, edging them until they capitulated in the final round. On Ben’s turn, of course.

  So, for the first round, he wasn’t going to use any toys. Just his body, with nothing between them.

  He kissed down Dakota’s neck while his hands explored their soft flesh. He alternated unpredictably between barely-there tracings and harsh scratches.

  Dakota was hanging on his every touch. He loved seeing their gasps when they moved in response, pressing their stinging back into the sheets.

  He bent to suck at one of Dakota’s nipples. It was larger than most men’s nipples, but still flat on the slight mound of their breast. An intriguing in-between. Both masculine and feminine and more. Parker sucked it to a peak.

  Then he bit down. Hard.

  Dakota cried out his name, lost in agony and desire. Parker soothed the nub with his tongue.