Protecting His Subs

by Eileen Green

  When Tinker pulled out of the kiss, he peppered her lips several times before stopping. He laid his forehead against hers, a smile on his lips. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

  His words warmed Abigail’s insides, for they mirrored what she wanted to say but was afraid to. She knew she had been in love with him since not too long after they had met, but she truly believed him to be gay. Her life was going to be lonely in the sex department, but if she could keep Tinker as her best friend, that was what she had been willing to do.

  Now, they were beyond that. She had a second chance with Tinker, and Jackson, and she was going to run with it.

  Jackson surprised her when he gathered both her and Tinker in a large hug. “I won’t let either one of you down,” he said above her head.

  When he released them, he motioned for them to sit on the floor in front of the fire. As they did as they were told, Jackson grabbed a couple of logs from the log holder she had on the brick hearth and gently placed them in on top of the burnt logs. He closed the old-fashioned chain fire screen and then pushed the coffee table further back.

  Their drinks were handed to each of them before he sat down between them.

  “There will be questions that come up along the way, and I don’t want either one of you hesitating to ask. This type of relationship is like any other. We must communicate to get to know each other. Also, in poly families, keeping track of everyone’s schedules can be difficult, especially when one of those people have jobs that run twenty-four hours on, forty-eight hours off. But, we can make it work.”

  Jackson seemed to be the optimist of the group.

  Abigail knew the ins and outs of these types of relationships from reading about them in books, but she had to hear about the dynamics. She opened her can of soda and took a sip before she asked sassily, “So, I take it you’re the father?”

  “The what?” Jackson sounded exasperated at her question for he nearly choked on his beer.

  “The…” She thought about her words before she finished her statement. “You know, the leader.”

  “Thanks for rephrasing that. I may call you baby girl, but I am in no way, shape, or form into incest. You are my precious girl.” Abigail liked to hear Jackson talk. When he continued, he looked over at Tinker. “He is my boy. I call you these things because I am the leader. I am the Dominant. You will be important to me as if we were married. I will protect you as much as I possibly can. I will guide you when you need it, and discipline you if you need it.”

  That was a big step, Abigail thought. He was talking as if they were stepping straight into the relationship and passing the dating part of it altogether.

  “Um…” she began, not sure if she should point out her insights.

  “What is it, Abigail?” Jackson was looking down at her since even sitting he was still above her.

  “You seemed to have skipped the dating part and jumped feetfirst into the relationship. What if you guys really aren’t what I want, or…”

  Jackson smiled. “I like what I see in both of you. I have fantasized about you every night since we met, Abigail. There is no way I am turning away from you, no matter what you think. Don’t knit-pick about things that you feel could come between us. I am hooked on both of you.”

  Tinker leaned forward so he was looking at her. “You aren’t going to get rid of me, either, Abi. So, you might as well get those thoughts out of your head. If you continue to think about it, you will be disciplined by Sir.”

  She felt more cream leak from her with the visual Tinker produced for her in her head. Being tied up to one of those wooden crosses she saw at the club and having Jackson spanking her in front of a bunch of people had her imagination work overtime.

  Jackson leaned his face toward her, breathed deeply, and then whispered, “I can smell you, Abigail. I will soon be lapping up that honey you are leaking, baby girl. I will eat you out and then slide my cock deep inside you. I will fuck you until you call out my name.”

  Chapter Four

  Crack!

  Slap!

  Moans!

  Abigail was trying to absorb all the sounds going on around her, along with the visuals. Space after space was in use at the club. People were in various forms of undress, walking around, being led, or any other activity going on.

  This was her first trip to the Tiger’s Lair as a potential member, and her senses were on overload. There were so many people, doing so many things, wearing so little.

  It had been a week since that fateful evening that Felix had brought Jackson to Abigail’s house. That night, feelings were revealed and could cement Jackson, Tinker, and Abigail in a ménage. Being so overwhelmed, they had decided they were going to go slow since she hadn’t been in a BDSM relationship before. She had never experienced BDSM before.

  Tonight, she was wearing a tasteful teddy in dark blue with a matching pair of lacy panties. Jackson had wanted her to wear a thong, but she had reservations about her body, so he let her wear the panties instead. He had wanted her to wear her hair down, and the only way to keep it from being so unruly was to flatten it.

  Tinker had come over after work and helped her with her hair, using the straightener until it was a golden blonde curtain. A small amount hung over her shoulders, the tips kissing the top of the teddy, while the majority lay down her back.

  No shoes adorned her feet, and looking around, she saw the same went for other subs. Tinker wore no shoes also, but he was allowed to wear a pair of leather pants. He wore no shirt, his masculine chest on display above a six-pack. Abigail never imagined that he looked like this under his clothes.

  Jackson was dressed the same as Tinker, except he wore boots on his feet. His chest was more massive than Tinker’s, looking like two slabs of concrete under smooth silky skin. He was so large that his nipples were at the bottom of the muscles, giving Abigail the urge to go up and suck one into her mouth.

  His abs were a mouthwatering blend of ridges and valleys, showing off an eight-pack. When she had exited the locker room with the girlfriend and sub of the owner of the club and saw Jackson’s torso on display, Abigail wanted to go over and run her fingertips all over him, followed by her tongue. She couldn’t believe that she had gotten as lucky as she had with both Tinker and Jackson.

  Emma, the club owner’s girlfriend, had been sweet in the locker room. There had been a moment when panic began to take over, but the woman talked Abigail down, as did several other women. They soothed her and explained things to her when she had questions. Abigail knew she had made some quick friends in that room.

  Now, as the trio stood in front of a scene space where the sub was standing next to what Tinker had explained was a spanking bench, Abigail watched intently.

  The sub was naked for her Dominant, who took great pleasure in undressing the woman, taking his time. When she was naked, she stood still and quietly as the Dom rubbed his hands up and down her body. His palms slid across her nipples, and the sub shuddered slightly at the sensation. Within a few minutes, the sub looked as if her body was totally relaxed even though she was standing.

  The Dom, who was very good-looking, but didn’t come close to being as gorgeous as her men were, guided his sub to the bench. He helped her get situated on it before he used leather straps to hold the woman’s wrists and ankles down to the rests that they sat upon. With his hand, he ran his hand from her ass to her shoulders, and then back again, causing the girl’s back to arch up.

  Abigail was surprised that the sub was situated so that her pussy was on display. Everyone could see that the woman’s juices were trickling out of her and onto the leather that covered the spanking bench. She realized that the woman had no qualms about being on display. In fact, the sub shook her butt a little as if trying to entice her Dom.

  A flogger was the torture implement that the Dom choose. The handle and multiple falls were about a foot long each, making the leather piece two feet long. Each fall was about an inch in width, making the device look like it co
uld cause some pain.

  Watching what was unfolding before her, Abigail had to remind herself to breathe. The Dom was slapping the sub’s back and shoulders with the falls, but instead of crying out, the woman was moaning. Her back arched and dipped in her pleasure. More of her cream slipped from her cunt. Soon, the Dom began on the sub’s butt, flogging it over and over, making the skin turn a bright red, before moving down to her thighs. Whenever he hit her pussy, the woman moaned loudly.

  The Dom began to focus on the sub’s cunt, striking it repeatedly. Soon, the woman began to shudder within her restraints, her juices leaking from her rapidly. With two more swats, the woman was orgasming. She shook and shook as she screamed out. The man quit flogging the woman, letting her have her moment.

  Disbelief set in that the woman strapped down to the bench didn’t mind being naked before a crowd, and that she could climax also. Abigail wasn’t sure if she would be able to do that.

  Cum dripped out of the woman as she began to come down from her orgasm. However, the Dom moved in behind the spanking bench, undid the zipper of his leathers. He exposed a long hard cock with an angry reddish-purplish head which he thrust into his woman.

  Once he was buried deep inside her, the man arched his back and let out a groan. The woman moaned as she tried to back up into her man as if she was trying to take more of him. From what Abigail could see, there wasn’t any space between her pussy and the man’s balls.

  The small crowd that stood around Abigail watched with interest as the sub was fucked by her Dom. No one made derogatory comments, for the girl was a bit fleshy, but there were comments about how beautiful she and how well she served her Master.

  On both sides of her were Jackson and Tinker. They each had one of her hands, and by the feel of it, their fingers were interlaced as their hands rested at the small of her back.

  Jackson had explained that even though she was a sub, she was the center of the threesome. He and Tinker would worship her, providing her with great pleasure, and loving her, hopefully for the rest of their lives.

  On the platform, the man was pounding into his woman, his hips slamming into the girl’s thighs. With each movement, the spanking bench inched forward.

  A woman dressed in a black corset with red ribbon lacings joined the couple and immediately bent down next to the bench. She reached under the wooden device while she leaned and sucked the sub’s nipple into her mouth. Abigail could only imagine the newly arrived lady was playing with the first lady’s breast on the other side.

  It wasn’t long before the woman on the bench raised her head as far as she could and let out a long scream as her body arched. Her orgasm was long and seemed like it was stronger than the first one given to her. Her Dom slammed his body into her several more times before he held himself against her, shouting out his own release.

  It was amazing to watch, even though it was an extremely intimate act. Abigail felt slightly like a peeping tom, but then it felt all right since the couple was out there in public, at least in the club’s public.

  No one applauded, but people did talk quietly amongst themselves as they moved on to other areas of the club. Jackson leaned over and whispered in Abigail’s ear, “How do you feel about what you just saw, baby girl?”

  “Um…” She wasn’t quite sure how she felt. Her emotions were warring within her mind. On one hand, she felt like odd for watching this couple make love. On the other hand, she felt somehow joined to the duo for allowing everyone to observe them. “I’m not sure,” she finally admitted. It was best to tell the truth.

  “What’s wrong?” Jackson asked as he began to lead them to another scene area.

  The new scenario was set up with a desk set under a large blackboard, like in a classroom, and three student desks lined up in front of the teacher’s desk.

  A young man sat in the middle desk, or more like slouched in it. He wore black slacks, a white button-up shirt, and his feet were bare. The teacher was a woman who sat at the teacher’s desk. Her dark hair was done up in a bun, and her dark blue button-up shirt was unbuttoned enough to show off a whole lot of cleavage. A pair of ridiculously large round glasses sat on her nose.

  The woman stood, slapping a ruler on her open palm, a smirk on her face. As she came around the desk, Abigail saw that she wore a black pencil skirt with dark stockings and a pair of fire-engine-red fuck-me heels. For all intents and purposes, she looked like a smoking-hot teacher that was getting ready to discipline an unruly student.

  Walking around the desk, she moved seductively over to the man and slapped the ruler on the desk he resided in. The student didn’t move. She repeated the action, this time letting the wooden stick land just inches from his elbow.

  This time, the man moved, a scowl on his face. “What is wrong with you, Miss Baker? You almost hit me!”

  “Oh, I’ll do more than that, Mr. Smith.” She put the end of the ruler under the man’s chin and pushed it up slightly so that he was looking up at her. “I’m going to use this ruler all over your body. I’m going to discipline you until you can’t take any more. And then do you know what I’m going to do to you?”

  Her voice was like honey as she explained what she was going to do. She almost had Abigail creaming in her panties.

  A slow smile crossed the man’s face as he stood, pushing aside the ruler defiantly. “I’d like to see you try,” he challenged menacingly.

  The ruler landed on the man’s ass in a flash, causing him to howl in pain.

  It was too much for Abigail. She turned away and tried to walk away. Thankfully, her men understood and moved with her. Jackson led her to a sofa in a corner. He nodded to Tinker to settle her on the couch, and Jackson pulled the white filmy curtains across the rod to give them some privacy.

  * * * *

  When Jackson turned around he took in the scene before him. The black leather sofa sat kitty-corner in the area, two large leafed plants behind it. Small tables sat on each end, little baskets sitting on them filled with white washcloths, tiny bottles of lotions and salves since this was an aftercare zone. Two round ottomans, one black, one white, sat before the couch to be used as additional seating, or to put items on. Next to the end tables were baskets that held soft microfleece blankets to wrap a sub in warmth as they came down off their sub-space.

  Abigail sat in the middle of the sofa, looking small, feminine, and sexy as hell. Her hands were clutched together, lying on her thighs, her head hung down as if she was hiding. Tinker was on his knees next to her, his hand on her knee as he looked at Jackson, pleadingly.

  Tinker had revealed that he had come to the Tiger’s Lair several times with a past boyfriend, the boyfriend being the one who introduced Tinker to the lifestyle. Jackson didn’t remember ever seeing his new sub there before, so perhaps it was before Jackson moved back to Denver.

  Jackson took a deep breath. He wondered if witnessing the scenes had sent Abigail running in the opposite direction, not wanting anything to do with the D/s relationship Jackson was looking for. And, by the look on his new friend’s face, he was thinking the same thing.

  With only four long strides, Jackson was at the couch. He patted the top of Tinker’s head, the feel of the high and tight cut daring to send him back in revelry to his military days, but Jackson shook them off. He had some damage control to conduct.

  Sitting next to Abigail to where Tinker was between their legs, Jackson wanted all three of them to talk. He wrapped his arm around Abigail’s shoulders. “I asked you before, baby girl, what was wrong. I need you to talk to me.”

  He watched her swallow before she looked at him. There were no tears in her eyes as he expected, so he was confused.

  “I don’t know if I can do what those people are doing out there. I mean…” She cleared her throat. “I…they…naked…watching…”

  “Breathe, Abi,” Tinker ordered quietly. “Take a moment to breathe, and focus.” Tinker turned to Jackson. “When she gets excited, or confused about things, she tends to not make s
ense when she talks.”

  Jackson thought about what was said. “But whenever you are working, do you get like this?” he asked curiously. She had been the perfect image of business decorum when she arrived to help him out when he fell down the steps. Of course, there was that moment when she got a bit tongue-tied when she looked at him for the first time. She couldn’t take her eyes off him, which he didn’t mind since he had been so taken with her also.

  Abigail shrugged. “When I’m working, I’m in a different mindset. I need to work on the anxiety in my everyday life.”

  “Would some structure help you?” Jackson questioned. He had told them that he didn’t want to be in a relationship where he had to tell them how to live or what to do. But, it looked like there were some areas that could use some.

  Tinker was a happy-go-lucky guy. He tended to flirt with every man he came in contact with. Jackson wasn’t jealous. Yet. If it continued, then he would have to take his boy to task. There was no way that Tinker would be flirtatious for the rest of their lives.

  Whoa! Let’s get the relationship off the ground before we think of the future!

  “What do you mean?” Tinker inquired.

  “When Abigail is at work, she’s all business. She can spout out stats and meds without a second thought. However, I have noticed that in everyday situations, she can get tongue-tied. I’m thinking that a touch of discipline might be able to help.” Jackson explained.

  Abigail was now looking at him with her mouth hanging open. “What?” she exclaimed, her voice cracking.

  All three of them looked around them. Jackson expected a dungeon monitor to arrive to check if everything was all right. That was their job. He and Tinker turned their attention back on Abigail.

  “We’ll agree upon a discipline that can be given at the time of the infraction to bring you out of your anxiety. It can be something that no one will know what we’re trying to do.” Jackson was playing with Abigail’s hair. It was like golden silk between his fingers. “But, it’s all up to you, baby girl. If you don’t want to do it, we’ll forget about this conversation.”