It'll Be Fun

by Tymber Dalton

  “I don’t know if I have a choice, Sir,” he gritted through his teeth.

  Max slapped Cali’s ass, hard, making her yelp and pull off Sean’s cock to turn her head and glare at him. “Uh, motherfucking ow.”

  “Oh, please, baby,” he said, taking a hard stroke and derailing her protests. “Don’t try that shit with me. Safeword, or take it. You know the rules. Knuckle under.”

  He slapped her other ass cheek, just to make it even. From the way her eyes dropped closed and she tried to grind against him, he knew what it was doing to her.

  She loved it when they tag-teamed her.

  “Marry two switches, they said,” she muttered. “It’ll be fun, they said.”

  Sean grabbed her head and shoved his cock back into her mouth, making her snicker.

  “More sucky, less talky,” Sean scolded.

  Okay, Max knew they were all back on their regular keel, no hurt feelings between any of them, especially if the two of them were joking around like that.

  Sure, they had sweet and seductive and serious times, times of tender loving in their relationship.

  This was not one of those times.

  A lot of the time, it was a snarky, light-hearted, fun dynamic that all three of them loved.

  And then there were the times Max went full-on Dom mode on both of them, taking control and giving them a hard mental and emotional reset in the ways they needed. He got his switchy time, too, but he didn’t need it the way Sean did. For Cali, it was more stress relief, a brief vacation.

  Her sweet, hot pussy grabbed at Max’s cock as he slowly long-stroked her and watched her blowing Sean. He knew how that felt, too, and could imagine himself in Sean’s position. He knew how good she was making their boy feel.

  Max started fucking her harder, faster, driving her deeper onto Sean’s cock with every thrust.

  “Switch,” Sean said, surprising Max when he pulled Cali off his cock.

  “What?”

  He grabbed Cali’s hair and took control of her from Max, pulling her up to her knees and kissing her. “I want her ass,” he growled, more than a little of Sean’s toppy side coming out. “Payback.” He sucked on her lower lip, his gaze boring into hers. “Fair?”

  Max somehow managed not to snicker as she nodded and leaned in to kiss him again.

  No, please don’t DP me, mister mean Top dude.

  But he opted to keep that thought to himself as he switched places with Sean and lay down on his back so Cali could climb on and lean in to kiss him.

  * * * *

  Sean grabbed lube and a condom from the nightstand. No, he wasn’t seriously mad at Cali. It was pretty damn funny, and he would probably laugh about it, too—once the world stopped smelling like white vinegar.

  But, yeah, he wouldn’t have the heart to squirt Baxter with that shit unless absolutely forced to, either. That was just plain fucking evil.

  He enjoyed her moans as he worked two lubed fingers into her ass. “Yeah, make those noises, babe.”

  After wiping his hand on a tissue, he wrapped and lubed and knelt with Max’s legs between his own. “Keep all arms and legs inside the ride while it’s moving,” he joked as he pressed the head of his cock against her rim.

  “Fuck,” Max gasped as he felt Sean making progress. “That always feels so fucking good.”

  “Yeah, it does,” Sean said.

  Cali was reduced to writhing moans, and she likely would grind out at least one orgasm for herself like this. Another reason Sean wanted to switch, because he hated when the two of them came and she didn’t, unless they’d already made her come, or they were deliberately playing with her and it was a scene and they were tag-teaming her.

  I’m too much of a softy to be a full-time sadist.

  Once his hips were pressed all the way against her ass, he pulled her up off Max and bit her shoulder, which made her whine and moan all the more. As she started rocking her hips and riding their cocks, Max reached up and played with her nipples, teasing and tugging and tweaking them to help get her there faster.

  It didn’t take long. Sean felt the telltale sensations start just before she let out a moan that made his own balls ache and throb.

  As one, Sean and Max started moving with her, driving her even harder into her release, chasing their own, until they were both there with her and coming.

  “Yeah, that’s it,” Sean gasped as he filled the condom with cum and fell still, panting, winded.

  Max was just finishing up, the sound of his orgasm also familiar to Sean.

  Cali wore a sated smile and tipped her head back to kiss him. “Forgive me?”

  “Yeah, you know I do.” He smiled as he wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled noses with her. “And now we need another shower.”

  Behind them, the bed dipped. “Maow.”

  Sean glanced back. “Goddammit, Baxter. Now is not a good time.”

  The cat sat down on the bed and wrapped his tail around his feet before giving Sean a slow blink.

  “S’up.”

  Sean pointed finger guns at him. “Sssst!”

  Baxter jumped down and bolted from the bedroom as Sean started laughing.

  “What’d you do?” Max asked.

  Sean began untangling himself from Cali. “Probably just got my favorite shoes yakked on at some future time, but I mindfucked our cat.”

  “Did he consent?” Max teased.

  “No more than he consented to us putting him in a paracord harness and turning him into an internet pussy bondage star, no.”

  “Ah. Well, carry on, then.”

  “Let’s get moving,” Cali said as she climbed off the bed. “I’m not cooking dinner and I don’t want pizza.” She disappeared into the bathroom.

  Sean held out a hand to Max and helped him up, where Max kissed him. “Love you, buddy.”

  “Love you, too, you damn sadist.”

  Chapter Five

  Abbey arrived home after breakfast with the girls to find Gilo naked and cleaning the pool. George, their pet Russian tortoise, was happily toodling around inside his enclosure, dubbed “Tortoise Town,” which took up a large corner of their lanai.

  “Hey.” She leaned in to kiss Gilo. “You’re welcome.”

  He grinned. “What’d I do?”

  “Loren.”

  He cackled. “Ross bought one, huh?”

  “Yep. That was downright mean.”

  “Aww, I was just trying to help a guy out.” But his evil smile widened.

  “I told her if I put you in smart-assed masochist mode, you’d only enjoy any beating she gave you.”

  “True story.” His focus returned to the pool brush in his hand, even though his cock was rock hard and she wanted to drop to her knees and lick it. But she didn’t, because he’d told her not to earlier that morning. He wanted to get the pool cleaned, and it was a week overdue. “How long before Eliza orders one for Rusty?” he asked.

  “Oh, she snapped a picture of the app.”

  “Aren’t you glad I didn’t make you wear yours this morning?”

  He arched an eyebrow at her, his playful smirk making her clit throb and stilling the giggle threatening to break free. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Why are you still wearing clothes, by the way?”

  “Because I just got home.” Last weekend, they’d spent it with Gilo totally in bottom mode.

  This weekend, Sir was in the house, and Abbey really wasn’t in the mood to challenge him for Top spot despite starting the morning a little frisky and getting him to make a trade. That was the beauty of this thing they had, that they could be so fluid with each other.

  His default, in general, was Abbey as the Top, and they were both happy with that. But sometimes, John Gilomen’s Dominant wanted out and in control.

  Even if he was naked and cleaning their pool.

  And Abbey was usually happy to let that happen.

  Abbey started stripping right there. Their eight-foot privacy fence around the backyard meant no one could see
them.

  “Better, Sir?” she asked once she was naked.

  “Damn right, it is.”

  She grabbed her clothes and headed inside. Best thing to ever happen to her was her ex dumping her after she’d hurt her back. A short series of events transpired, concluding with her taking John up on his offer to let her move in with him as a roommate while she got back on her feet following her surgery.

  He’d ended up saving her life, because she’d ended up with a post-op infection and had to be rushed back to the hospital. But even before then, she’d felt herself bonding with the guy who, up until that point, most of their friends only knew his SAM side.

  And that was a coping mechanism. He was the safety officer for a power company, and that meant stressful situations. That was in addition to a tragic childhood, losing his parents in a murder-suicide when he was only twelve.

  Getting the crap beaten out of him was how he coped, sometimes.

  Fortunately, during those times, she was happy to oblige him.

  She was in the utility room doing laundry when he returned to the house a little while later, walked in without a word, grabbed her by the hair, and kissed her into a squishy puddle.

  His greenish hazel gaze narrowed. “Bedroom, girl,” he softly said. “Now.”

  His cock was hard and she felt her pussy throb in response. “Yes, Sir!” She hustled to do it, no arguments from her.

  Even if she’d wanted to argue with him while he was in this mode, she wouldn’t dare.

  Not when she was about to get a delicious fucking from him.

  He’d apparently snuck in and prepared while she was doing the laundry. He’d already laid out wrist and ankle cuffs and a cane. She wasn’t a masochist like he was, so he always went easier on her, but enough to let her feel it and make the pleasure that much sweeter.

  He followed her into the bedroom and caught her by the hair again, more kissing as he backed her toward the bed and pushed her down on top of it. Then he sat up, straddling her, and fastened the wrist and ankle cuffs onto her and flipped her onto her hands and knees.

  “You shouldn’t have put the butt plug in me this morning if you didn’t want to be punished for it, baby,” he growled against her ass before biting her on the right cheek, then the left. “That was teasing the tiger.”

  She giggled. “Hey, I turned it down to low.”

  He sat up and grabbed the cane. “I warned you what the trade was, baby.”

  “But you like butt plugs.”

  “Not the point. We negotiated a trade. Time to pay up with that sweet ass.” That was all the warning he gave her before he delivered the ten hard cane strokes against her ass.

  Yes, that had been the trade. Because she’d been sitting there laughing at Loren’s plight and knowing that at home John was going through a similar torture.

  “Where is your phone, anyway?” he asked.

  She was still trying to recover from the stripes of fire now sending her nerves into overdrive, and she pointed at the nightstand on her side of the bed.

  He leaned over and retrieved it, swiping into the app. “Ah, there we go. Whew.” He set it down. “Now, then, young lady. Someone’s getting fucked.”

  Yeah, that was also part of the deal. When Sir was ready, he was in full control for the rest of the day.

  She rolled onto her back and he clipped the restraints they had at the four corners of the bed to her cuffs, holding her spread-eagled on her back.

  He knelt between her legs. “Let’s see how someone likes getting edged.”

  Oh…shit…

  He smiled as he bent his head to her pussy and licked. Unfortunately, the devious sadist knew how to use his mouth to get her to the edge…and keep her right there without letting her get over. After thirty minutes of begging and pleading on her part to be allowed to come, John unhooked her ankles but left her wrist cuffs connected. He shoved her legs up, knees to her chest, and sank his cock home.

  “Stuffing me with a vibrating butt plug isn’t so funny when you’re on the receiving end of the edging, is it, baby?”

  Before she could stop herself, she grinned. “Still funny.”

  His eyebrows shot skyward. “Oh. My. God. You’re SAMing me? Seriously? That’s a very dangerous game, sweetheart. I’m a master of it.”

  She stuck her tongue out at him, making him grin.

  “Game on, then, sweetheart.” He threw her legs over his shoulders and fucked her, hard, relentlessly, building up and backing off to get himself close to the edge and yet also managing to keep her from getting joy.

  Finally, he started grinding on her. “You’re not coming yet, baby. I have plans for you.” He took two more thrusts and she whined as she felt and heard him coming, but she wasn’t anywhere close.

  “Noooo!”

  He giggled. “That’ll teach you, sweetheart.” He leaned in for a kiss. Then, before she could process it, he’d hooked her ankle cuffs again, leaving her open and vulnerable and with a throbbing clit that hadn’t been able to get relief.

  He disappeared into the bathroom first. From the sound of it, he’d removed the plug and washed it. Then he returned and walked over to the closet, got something, and returned to the bed with it held behind his back.

  “Since someone’s in a mood for edge play, let’s do it right, why don’t we?”

  He turned his back to her when he climbed on the bed so she couldn’t see what he was doing. But then she felt him insert something into her pussy and effortlessly strap it into place so she couldn’t dislodge it.

  Then he held up the remote controller and before she could beg for another trade, he flicked it on.

  The gentle throbbing wasn’t enough to get her off, but it was enough to drive her mad. “Noooo!”

  “Heh.” He leaned in and kissed her. “I think someone needs to marinate for a little while.” He stretched out next to her and picked up the remote to switch on the TV.

  When she tried to beg for another trade, he arched an eyebrow at her. “Only trade you get is that damn plug ends up in your ass for a couple of hours, turned up on full. Tease the sadist, she thought. It’ll be fun, she thought.”

  She gave him pouty lip, but she shut up.

  He arched an eyebrow at her. “I thought so.”

  He was even meaner because as she lay there with the vibration pattern changing but never strong enough to get her off, he’d reach over and play with a nipple, or kiss her, or even make her suck his fingers.

  Yeah, when matched evenly against his sadist, he usually won. Being a masochist for as long as he had, he knew exactly what buttons to push in her to get her to the needy and aching edge and hold her there as long as he wanted.

  * * * *

  Gilo was having a hard time not breaking down and letting her come.

  But it was the principle of the matter now. Sure, he preferred her being on Top, but when she deliberately baited his sadist out to play, she was going to get him in ways she didn’t expect.

  Part of him was hoping that translated into new tactics for her to use on him at some future time. It frequently did, meaning no topping from the bottom for him to get her to do stuff to him.

  Easy-peasy.

  After about an hour of that, Gilo finally had enough. Plus, his cock was hard again and ready for round two, and he’d be able to last longer this time.

  He relieved her of the vibrator, unhooked her ankles, and retook his previous position as he slid his cock inside her pussy. Now he was able to watch the need building in her sweet green eyes as he smiled down at her. With every thrust he took she tried to rock with him, grind against him, despite the position he had her in. Finally, he reached between her legs, found her swollen clit, and pinched it.

  Mean, sure, but yes, it did the trick and even as she yelped she was also moaning, her cunt clenching around his cock and milking his own climax from him as he started fucking her again. Before long, he’d added the second load of cum to her pussy and fell still. Once he caught his breath he r
eached up and finally unclipped her wrists.

  He kissed her. “Better?”

  She draped her arms around him. “Why do you not remind me how mean you can be before you let me get in trouble with you?” She smiled.

  He grinned. “Because you’ve got your own SAM streak in you, baby. Yours just comes out in different ways than mine does.” He nuzzled noses with her. “And because it’s so much fun watching the helpless look in your eyes when you realize you’re not going to best me when I’m in that mode.”

  “Love you, Sir.”

  One more kiss, then he reached down to unhook her ankles. “Love you, too, sweetheart.”

  Chapter Six

  Loren wasn’t sure going home was going to be…fun. Of course she wasn’t “afraid” of Ross. If there was anyone in this world she trusted beyond reason and question, it was Ross.

  He’d killed for her.

  But Ross was a sadist, and when she married him she knew and accepted that about him.

  Sometimes, however…

  She sighed. There would be sadistic pouting, and playful seducing, and probably more than a little tease and denial. He would apologize for being a big, bad dick, even as he nibbled on her ear or the side of her neck. She’d forgive him—of course—because he really hadn’t done anything wrong.

  And yes, she could’ve safeworded for it and didn’t. Because she was a masochist and liked going where he led her.

  Usually.

  Sometimes, however, he’d push her to the bad point of aggravation and she’d have to reel him in.

  Then they’d end up doing it all over again, because this was what they’d done for over twenty-five years.

  It was kind of their thing.

  She also loved the hell out of the damned sadist. He was the love of her life, and the aggravations were just part of who he was.

  He kept her on her toes, and kept her feeling loved and safe. She also felt like she was the center of his universe. The aggravations also let her know she was on his mind, front and center.

  Aggravated and safe weren’t mutually exclusive. He also never harmed her, which was a key point. He knew where the line was there and stayed far away from it.