Initiative

by Tymber Dalton

  “I don’t punish punitively,” Grant said. “If I want to be really sadistic, I’ll simply set you up in a predicament bondage scenario and sit back and giggle.”

  Darryl laughed. “True story.”

  Grant held his hands out to her, helping her to her feet. “I’ll never violate a hard limit with you. When it comes to play, it’s just that, play. Our relationship is different. I expect obedience, and I will enforce it if you cross a line, like I did just now with him.”

  “And he doesn’t forget, either,” Darryl warned. “He’s like a friggin’ elephant.”

  Grant’s smirk widened as he looked at Darryl. “Would you really want me to let things slide?” He threw in an eyebrow arch for added effect.

  “No, Sir,” Darryl said, his head bowing.

  “Exactly.”

  “I don’t want you to let things slide, either,” she softly said. John hadn’t let things slide. He might not correct her when it happened, but he always had later on, at some point.

  She’d loved that about him.

  It made her feel safe, secure.

  Loved.

  That he was paying attention. She never deliberately pushed him or tried him. When she’d tried that early on in their relationship, it’d had the exact opposite effect she’d been looking for. He’d make her stand in a corner for an hour instead of giving her a spanking.

  He’d quickly taught her that yes, there were some kinds of punishment she’d rather not have.

  Grant tipped his head as he studied her. “That sounds like it’s spoken by someone who’s been taught the meaning of ‘negative reinforcement.’”

  “You can say that again,” she muttered.

  “Oh? Enlighten me.”

  Dammit. She took a deep breath and admitted about having to stand in a corner.

  “Hmm. Duly noted and mentally filed for future reference should it be needed.” He leaned in close. “If you feel you need a spanking, or you need attention, or whatever, all you have to do is admit it and talk to me. If I ever feel you’re acting out simply to get attention, you’ll find I have similar ways of dealing with it.” He focused on Darryl. “Don’t I?”

  Darryl’s face pinkened. “Yes, Sir,” he said.

  “Tell her.”

  Darryl sighed, but finally met her gaze. “One time, he made me sleep alone for two nights even when Kyle wasn’t home.”

  “He hates sleeping alone,” Grant said. “Truth be told, I hate it, too. But I think I got my point across, didn’t I?”

  “Yes, Sir,” Darryl said.

  She could understand how that would mentally sting worse than any paddling or caning. Worse than any physical punishment.

  Being forced to be alone.

  Grant reached down and untied her sarong and pulled it from around her hips, handing it off to Darryl. He lightly trailed his fingers up her arms and down again before lacing fingers with her and leaning in close.

  “Who’s my good girl?” he whispered in her left ear.

  Her heart raced, pounded. “Me, Sir,” she said.

  “Yes, you are. And such a good girl you are, too.”

  Dammit, he knew exactly what buttons to push to drill through the very center of her soul. Unless he turned out to be a raging douchecanoe in the light of day, he could pretty much count on her being his from this point on.

  Being theirs.

  Grant held his hand out to Darryl, drawing him in close. Then he hooked a finger through the ring in the front of Darryl’s collar, and one through the ring in the front of her collar.

  “You’re sure it’s not going to freak you out seeing me with him?” Grant asked. “And, sometimes, I have him fuck me, because I enjoy it.”

  She smiled. “I think that’d be sexy as hell to watch.”

  Grant pulled her in by her collar for another deep, scorching kiss, followed by him pulling Darryl in for one equally as hot.

  Darryl’s cock stood out, rigid, thick.

  Her mouth watered. She’d loved giving head. Now she had two guys she could sublimely lose herself with in that way.

  “We’re going to have a collaring ceremony,” Grant told her. “Darryl and I had one at the club. I want to formally acknowledge you as ours in the only way we really can for now. Is that going to be a problem?”

  Nervous tension filled her, along with one comforting thought.

  I am His good girl.

  She trusted him. Both of them. She wouldn’t be standing there right that moment if she didn’t.

  She swallowed back her fear. “No, Sir. That won’t be a problem.”

  She’d kill for the smile he gave her. “Good girl.” He kissed her.

  * * * *

  For tonight, Grant wanted to keep things simple. He wanted to love her, to make love to her, to hold her and see her smile, to hear her gasp and moan and know that they were bringing pleasure back to her life.

  They could do the kinky shit later.

  Then again, he knew there were people who’d probably argue that a ménage was kinky to start with, but simply having sex didn’t even blip Grant and Darryl out of the vanilla range by their own usual standards.

  He slid the shoulder straps of her bathing suit down her arms, leaning in to kiss his way down her shoulder. He motioned to Darryl to step in, too, on her other side, his lips feathering across her flesh.

  “Oh, and Darryl?”

  “Yes, Sir?”

  “You have my permission to do anything you want with her tonight.” He met her beautiful green gaze, pleased to see the delicious glaze of subspace already settling in for the duration.

  “Thank you, Sir,” Darryl said.

  Darryl slid her bathing suit lower, the straps trapping her arms at her sides as he leaned over and sucked her right nipple into his mouth, his hand cupping her left breast.

  She let out a soft gasp.

  Grant slipped his hand behind her neck again, getting a firm grasp as he kissed her, hard, slowly fucking his tongue between her lips, swallowing her moans as Darryl toyed with her.

  “Enjoy it, sweetheart,” Grant told her. “Tonight we’re going to make your head explode so there’s no chance in hell of you wanting to walk away from us again. I promise we’ll take good care of you from now on.”

  She let out an adorable, soft little squeak he knew was supposed to be a, “Yes, Sir,” but it was likely all she could manage.

  Yep. Subspace achieved.

  He made Darryl move as he shoved her bathing suit the rest of the way down her body so she could step out of it.

  Okay, maybe he would spank her, just a little.

  He bent her facedown over the bed, nudging her feet wide apart and pointing for Darryl to get on the floor between her legs.

  Darryl needed no clarification. He sat, back against the bed, grabbed Susie’s hips to hold her in place, and buried his face in her pussy.

  The moan she let out in response made Grant’s cock ache even more. He pressed his left hand flat into the middle of her back and stroked her ass with his right.

  “Oh, baby. Keep making those noises.” He lightly smacked her left ass cheek, then her right, watching as she fisted the covers, the way her toes curled, the way she arched her back, presenting an even better target for him.

  He gradually stepped up the force of the strikes, happily impressed that not only was she enjoying it, she seemed eager for more.

  * * * *

  It felt like she’d been dropped head-first into a barrel of bliss. Between Darryl’s mouth on her pussy—thank god she’d kept shaving down there—and the firm weight of Grant’s hand in the middle of her back, every smack of his hand against her ass only drove her that much harder toward a screaming orgasm.

  Literally.

  Because when she tipped over the edge, she pressed her face against the mattress and sobbed with joy, relief, ecstasy. The first time in…

  Too damn long.

  And Darryl wouldn’t quit, his fingers digging in and holding on, his tongue and lips
on her clit relentless, forcing her pleasure to spin through her, bouncing around inside her, Grant stepping up the spanking as another climax ripped free and exploded.

  She threw her head back and gasped, tears of pleasure and the good kind of pain rolling down her cheeks.

  “Color,” Grant barked.

  “Green, Sir!” If he stopped now, she’d be reeally pissed off.

  “Good girl.” He picked up the pace of the spanking, harder, faster. It wasn’t until orgasm number three popped up and said howdy that he backed off, easing up, taking his time and varying the strength of each swat until the men finally stopped and let her catch her breath.

  Darryl still sat on the floor between her legs, nuzzling her inner thighs. Grant’s hands stroked her back and ass.

  That’s when she realized she was crying again. Sobbing.

  Dammit.

  Grant made Darryl move and stepped between her legs, folding his body over hers, his arms alongside hers, his fingers lacing through hers.

  “Color, baby,” he whispered in her ear.

  “Green, Sir,” she finally managed.

  He squeezed her hands. “Good girl.” He pushed himself up and trailed kisses down her spine, across her flaming hot ass cheeks, and back up to the nape of her neck.

  He grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head up. “Does someone want to suck my cock?”

  “Yes, Sir! Please!”

  He chuckled. “Such a good girl.” He rolled off her. She sat up to see him shoving his swim trunks down—finally! And yes, his cock looked every bit as nice as Darryl’s.

  He sat at the head of the bed and spread his legs, crooking a finger at her. She scrambled up the bed and with a greedy moan swallowed his cock all the way to the root.

  A low, rumbling moan escaped him as he gathered her hair in his hands and guided her. “Oh, sweetheart,” he said.

  Darryl had followed her up to the bed. “See if you can get another one out of her while she does this,” Grant told Darryl. “Use that talented mouth of yours on her.”

  “Yes, Sir!”

  Darryl grabbed her hips, making her scoot her ass in the air. Then he turned and wiggled underneath her, pulling her pussy down onto his mouth.

  Now it was her turn to moan again, which drew an answering one from Grant.

  “I think I have a new favorite thing,” Grant said, sounding like he was closed to coming already. “Keep her moaning like that, D.”

  When Darryl slipped one, and then a second finger into her pussy, she exploded again. Her moans must have triggered Grant, because his grip tightened on her head as he thrust into her mouth, his juices exploding over her tongue. She swallowed every last drop, happy to do it, finally feeling free from the prison her grief had kept her captive in over the past two years.

  Darryl sat up as Grant’s grip on her head loosened, his hands gently stroking her hair. She didn’t release his cock though, content to lie there and play with it with her tongue.

  Grant patted the bed next to him. “Come here, D,” he hoarsely said.

  Darryl moved, sitting next to Grant. Then Grant’s grip returned to her hair, easing her off his cock. He leaned in and kissed her, hard. “His turn, baby,” he said. “Make him come for me while I have a taste of that sweet pussy.”

  He passed her over to Darryl, who took her by the hair as she eagerly went after his cock. Between her legs, Grant nudged her knees apart and then she felt his mouth on her.

  Heaven…

  Maybe she’d died and this was her reward?

  She didn’t care.

  All she knew was that there was nothing better than having these two men, worshipping their cocks while they drew pleasure out of her body she didn’t even think existed anymore.

  Hadn’t existed for her, at least.

  It took a few minutes, but Grant was able to coax another orgasm out of her. Darryl had managed to hold back his own climax until he felt her moaning hers out around his cock.

  As she collapsed on Darryl, her head resting against his thigh, Grant crawled up the bed and snuggled against both of them, an arm draped around her.

  “That’s a good start,” he said. “Give us both a couple of minutes to recharge, and we’ll go for round two.”

  “Round two?” She laughed, tipping her head back to look at him.

  That damned smirk. Yes, her throbbing clit, which she’d thought surely was down for the count, raised its hand and waved it in the air like it just didn’t care.

  Then again, this wasn’t her first time with a Dom. She should have known better.

  Grant gently poked Darryl’s arm. “Condom, lube, glove, that small acrylic paddle you don’t like, and an extra towel. You can do the honors.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Like a shot, he was up and out of bed.

  Grant stretched out on his back and rolled her on top of him, hand in her hair and kissing her again. His other hand settled on her still stinging ass. When she felt the end of the bed dip, Grant spread his legs, forcing hers wide apart.

  That’s when she realized he was hard again.

  He grabbed her by the hips and lifted her onto his cock, staring up into her eyes as she slowly settled onto his shaft. With her hands braced against his chest, she closed her eyes and softly moaned at the feel of him filling her.

  Owning her.

  “I’m not wasting any time, baby,” Grant said. “I told you, we’re not letting you get away if we have anything to say about it. I want you to know who you belong to now, so there’s not a single doubt in your mind.”

  She wanted to start riding him but his hands clamped down onto her hips, forcing her to remain still. Behind her, Darryl stroked her ass.

  “Warm her up a little with the paddle,” Grant ordered. “Gently. And do not whack me in the balls in the process.”

  Darryl snickered. “Yes, Sir.” With a hand between her shoulders, he pushed her down onto Grant’s chest.

  She had just enough time to feel a cool, smooth paddle pressed against her right ass cheek before Darryl smacked her with it, making her yip.

  “Ooh, that was a good one,” Grant said. “Do it again.”

  He let go of her hips and tightly wrapped his arms around her, a hand in her hair again, kissing her and firmly keeping her in place while Darryl worked back and forth, stingy swats that were just short of too much and also driving her need straight up into the stratosphere again.

  Especially considering she was impaled on Grant’s cock.

  “Okay,” Grant finally gasped. “Get her ready, because I’m about to blow.” He stared up into her eyes. “Get ready to spend most of every free moment of this weekend with our cocks inside you.”

  She smiled down at him. “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Oh, you thank me now.” He grinned. “You just wait and see if you’re still that eager a few decades from now.”

  Her heart skipped, absorbing his words.

  As always, he read her perfectly. “Yes, that’s exactly what I mean.”

  She leaned in and kissed him, which turned into a moan as she felt Darryl’s gloved finger start probing her ass.

  “You said you like anal, baby,” Grant murmured in her ear. “Nothing better than having your gorgeous body as the filling in our sandwich.”

  No, her body couldn’t lie. John used to fill her with a butt plug and fuck her pussy, with her tied up and helpless and using a vibrator on her clit at the same time until she could barely breathe, much less think.

  And every time he’d pull out a butt plug and show it to her, her clit would throb and her pussy would get wet, which had always amused him.

  One finger slowly worked its way past her tight ring of muscle and she couldn’t help trying to rock her hips.

  Grant chuckled. “Ooh, she likes that.”

  “I know she does,” Darryl said. “She’s trying to fuck my hand.”

  She felt her face flaming, nearly as hot as her ass cheeks.

  “Never be embarrassed,” Grant told her. “You’re
beautiful, and believe me, I want you craving us the way we crave you.” His fingers threaded through her hair, keeping her face pressed against the side of his neck. “You’re my well-trained girl, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she mumbled.

  “Of course you are.”

  She couldn’t rub herself enough to get traction against her clit and make it over again. She’d have to wait until the men decided to let her start moving. Meanwhile, Darryl was easily fucking her with one finger and she wished to hell he’d hurry up and get his cock inside her ass.

  But she appreciated them taking the time and not wanting to hurt her in a bad way.

  It felt like forever before Darryl had two, then three fingers easily fucking her ass. Then his hand disappeared and she heard him strip off the glove, followed by the sound of a condom wrapper being opened seconds before the well-lubed head of his cock pressed against her rim. He slowly worked his cock into her until she felt his thighs pressed against her freshly spanked ass.

  Darryl grabbed her wrists, wrapping his fingers around her cuffs, and pulled them behind her back, pinning her in place.

  “Now, Sir?” Darryl hoarsely asked.

  Grant moved her just a little, so he could look into her eyes. “Now, slave. Fuck her brains out.”

  Grant held her still as Darryl started out slowly at first, the feel of both of their cocks filling and stretching her making her moan. She reeeally wanted to fuck them back, but between Grant’s arms holding her in place and Darryl’s grip on her wrists, she was helpless to do anything but lie there and take it.

  And enjoy it.

  “That’s it, baby,” Grant whispered. “Let him fuck that sweet, beautiful ass of yours. Keep looking at me.”

  It took every ounce of will she had to keep her eyes open. It felt sooo damn good now that her body had adjusted to them. She wanted them both fucking her, hard, pounding their cocks into her and using her, but they seemed content to take it slow.

  Grant’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t worry. There will be plenty of nights we’re fucking you hard and fast,” he assured her. “Tonight is just the start. Tonight is so that every time you sit down tomorrow you’ll be thinking about right now, about being totally, utterly owned again, by two men who love the hell out of you.”