Shades of Pleasure: Five Stories of Domination and Submission

by Tawny Taylor

  “You love me anyway,” he whispered between kisses.

  Did he have that right!

  Trey decided right then was a grand time to skim his hands around her sides and lean into her back. She was now wedged snugly between the two sexiest, most amazing men in the universe, and she never wanted to leave. She gave a little mewl against Damon’s mouth, wishing her skirt wasn’t so snug around her thighs. For the first time in fifteen years a pounding heat was slowly gathering strength between her legs and she was in the perfect position to grind away that ache against Damon’s legs. If only she could part her legs.

  She knew it was just a matter of time before they were naked, their slick bodies gliding over one another. In a way, she’d known it since she’d taken her first look at them. She felt the heat in their gazes. Saw the desperate wanting they were trying so hard to hide.

  She wasn’t afraid or struggling too much with that awful, nagging guilt.

  “Damon,” she murmured, tightening her hold on his neck. “Please.”

  “Soon, sweetheart.” Leaning back, he gently unclasped her hands and lowered her arms. “Forgive me,” he whispered, looking as dazed and breathless as she felt.

  Chapter One

  Damon Butler dropped his head and closed his eyes, letting the decadent pleasure of his lover’s cock stretching and filling him, carry him away.

  Oh yeah, so good. One slow inward thrust, followed by an equally slow and torturous withdrawal. Damn.

  He’d been fucking Trey for years, and it was this magical every time. The guy knew exactly what Damon needed, how to bring him to the cusp of orgasm and then stop, slowly building the need inside until he came so hard the heat swirling in his belly blazed through every cell in his body.

  Every single time he was sure he’d die from the pleasure.

  “When I see Blair,” Trey murmured, digging his fingers into Damon’s shoulders, “I’m going to fuck her pussy just like this. Slow and deep at first, and then hard and fast like this…” Trey slowly amped up the pace of his thrusts, driving his thick rod deep into Damon’s hungry ass.

  Damon’s legs, shoulders and back tightened as another jolt of erotic hunger licked up his spine. “Yeah. Fuck yes.” He could see her now in his mind’s eye. Blair’s pouty lips pursed, eyes closed, sweet face flushed as Trey’s cock pounded into her slick, tight passage.

  His body rigid from the waves of heat simmering through his veins, Damon felt his mind being tugged out of the moment, into the past. But he fought the urge to sink into those memories, focusing on the sounds of skin striking skin, the delicious flavor of Trey’s kisses lingering on his tongue. The scent of Trey’s skin teasing his nostrils.

  So close already.

  Damon wrapped his fist around his cock and squeezed. “We’re both going to fuck her, at the same time. You’ll fill her sweet pussy. I’ll cram her ass full of my cock. She’ll be begging us for more.”

  “Shit yeah. God, the thought of having her again makes me want to come.” Trey gripped Damon’s hips and drove into him harder, rougher, with a desperation Damon had never felt in him before.

  Sensing Trey was on the verge of losing the self-control he always exercised so flawlessly, Damon pumped his cock faster, matching Trey’s almost frenzied pace.

  This was good, better than good. They hadn’t seen Blair in years, yet she was already bringing something new and exciting to their relationship. They’d finally found her, after years of searching. He could hardly wait until she was there with them, lying beneath him, submitting.

  Trey’s blistering hot, hard body bent over Damon’s, skin gliding over skin, short, panting breaths teasing Damon’s ear and making him hot and cold at the same time. Goose bumps sprung up all over his back, and he growled, tipping his hips, taking Trey’s dick as deep as he could. “We’re going to make it good for her. So good she’ll beg us to do it over and over again,” Damon vowed, meaning every word he uttered.

  “Yeahhhh. Oh fuck.” Trey’s body stiffened. He groaned. “Too fast. Gotta stop.” Trey eased from Damon’s ass, leaving him achingly empty, charged up with sensual need and frustrated to the point of desperation.

  Now that was a first. Trey’d been so close to losing control, he’d had to pull out. Damn, that was hot.

  “No, dammit.” Damon sagged against the back of the couch. “I was so close.”

  “Tell me how it’s going to be with Blair,” Trey whispered against Damon’s neck. “And fuck me while you tell me.”

  His body like an overtightened spring ready to snap, Damon lubed up his cock then spread some lubricant over Trey’s anus. “She’s been looking for us too. Waiting. Hoping. It’s going to be even better than it was before. We’re all older now. We understand each other’s needs. We know how to give, not just take.” Damon eased into Trey’s ass, mesmerized by the sight of Trey’s back and shoulder muscles rippling and bulging as he moved into position.

  “Yeahhhhh.”

  “The magic we shared years ago with Blair, that wasn’t an illusion. It was real. And real magic never goes away. She still loves us as much as we love her.” Damon fell into a steady rhythm, his hips rocking back and forth, driving his rod up Trey’s tight ass. His mind filled with images from the past, memories of the many sweet moments the three of them had shared as teens. The first time he’d fucked Blair. The first time he’d watched Trey fuck her.

  Their bond had been like nothing he’d experienced since. Three people who shared the same soul, same heart, same mind. When Blair had been ripped away from them, he and Trey had been left with a huge gaping wound that had never healed.

  And then there was the physical part, the way their bodies had been made for each other. He loved fucking a man and being fucked. But he also craved the feeling of Blair’s soft, lush body beneath his. And Trey shared the same needs as he did, along with a deep-seated need to dominate. Both bisexual. Both active Doms in the BDSM scene. Both looking for the one submissive who would make their lives complete. And both still very much in love with one woman, their Blair.

  His body reacted to Trey’s soft moans and the sensual memories. More simmering pleasure gathered in his gut. He pounded into Trey harder, faster, taking him the way he liked, needed.

  “Yes, more. Don’t stop.”

  Trey was just about there again. So was Damon.

  “We’re going to give her everything we couldn’t then,” Trey vowed, sending more sparks flashing and flaring in Damon’s body. “She won’t say no. Right?”

  “Not a chance.”

  Three months. They’d been planning for tomorrow for three months. And that was after fifteen years of searching for her. She’d changed her last name, moved a few times, obviously running away from something. She wouldn’t run anymore. She wouldn’t need to. They’d take care of her, love her, protect her and cherish her, like they’d promised to do all those years ago.

  Finally, they’d have their chance to make up for their failures.

  Damon’s heart soared to the stars as his body was swept up in a vortex of carnal pleasure. “We don’t have to wait much longer. We’ll be together, complete. Happy.”

  “Yes, happy,” Trey echoed on a moan.

  * * * * *

  “Oh gawd, tell me they won’t be sawing people into pieces,” Blair Groves joked as she thumbed through the program her friend had just handed her. “Because you know how I am about blood.”

  “Puh-leez!” Her best friend, Sandy Schubert, rolled her eyes and shoved a ticket into Blair’s hand. “You know there won’t be any blood. It’s all illusion. Fake.” Dressed in full magician-wannabe regalia, Sandy looked like she could be part of the show rather than a member of audience. “Oh cool! They’re selling DVDs.” Impatiently, she hustled Blair toward a booth selling overpriced videos and t-shirts. “Oh, this is perfect. Here. Put this on over your tank top.” She tossed Blair a t-shirt emblazoned with a couple of men’s faces with glowing eyes—printed in real glow-in-the-dark ink!—and the words, I’ve been
mesmerized by the Masters of Illusion.

  Groan.

  It was official. Blair’s social life had hit an all-time low. “This shirt is so cheesy it smells like limburger.” Blair grimaced. “I can’t wear this. Just look at it.” Even as an eight-year-old, she wouldn’t have been caught dead going to a magic show, let alone wearing a t-shirt advertising one. Everyone knew magicians were creepy.

  Case in point, Wally the Amazing, the magician who’d kidnapped a little girl from a nearby junior high last week. The child had been twelve years old.

  It didn’t help that Blair was in a crappy mood today, after being passed by yet again for a promotion. She’d watched not one, or even two, but three people hired after her get promoted ahead of her because she didn’t possess one silly piece of paper.

  Some mistakes in life came back to bite her over and over.

  Sandy donned her best pout. “Come on, Blair, be a sport. You promised to have fun…or at least fake it. You know how much this means to me. It’s my birthday. Remember what I did for yours…”

  “I knew you’d get back at me for that someday.” Blair gave her friend a weak smile. Like Sandy had so kindly pointed out, last August Blair had dragged her to the Dancing With The Stars live show. Ballroom dancing made Sandy’s teeth ache. The poor girl had been in agony the entire show, and because she’d gritted her teeth for over two hours, her TMJ had acted up for weeks afterward. She was definitely due a nice birthday night.

  Time to buck up and be the best friend Sandy deserved. Blair took a few deep breaths. After all, it wasn’t Sandy’s fault she was stuck in an entry-level job and barely made enough money to keep her in ramen soup.

  “Fine. I’ll wear the tacky t-shirt with the glowing eyes. Just for you. But that’s it. I’ve gone above and beyond to make your birthday special. So…happy birthday.”

  Blair yanked the garment over her head and poked her arms through the sleeves. “Great, now I’ve got two sets of eyes on my boobs. Literally.” She swallowed a sigh and whispered, “Of all the millions of radio show call-in contests to win, why’d it have to be this one?” She followed a jubilant Sandy as she wound her way through the milling throng in the theater’s lobby.

  Sandy glared over her shoulder. “What is your problem today? You’re not your usual cheery, sunshiny self tonight.”

  “Nothing I want to talk about now. Sorry I’m such a grump.”

  “Don’t worry about it. You will tell me later,” Sandy stated.

  “Yes. Later.”

  Turning again to face forward, Sandy continued through the lobby. “Anyway, I was totally geeked to win these tickets. This show’s been sold out for weeks and you don’t want to know what the scalpers were asking. It’s a small fortune.”

  Blair smiled at her friend’s back. “I’m sorry your boyfriend couldn’t make it instead. On your birthday.”

  Sandy went silent and stiff, and Blair was immediately sorry she’d said such a stupid thing. When Sandy had called to invite her yesterday, Sandy had claimed it didn’t bother her that her boyfriend hadn’t been able to come. Obviously, it bugged her more than she was letting on.

  “Eddy couldn’t find anyone to take his shift,” Sandy grumbled, wiggling through a group of teens. “He was very disappointed he couldn’t come with me. I could tell.”

  “Yes, of course he was disappointed. I’m sorry for bringing it up, sweetie. I’m in a kind of crappy mood tonight, but I’ll try not to let it ruin your special night.” Blair gave Sandy’s shoulders a squeeze, and at her friend’s forgiving smile, released her so they could continue toward the theater’s entrance. “Magicians are sadists, you know,” Blair teased, echoing the threat Sandy always used whenever Blair tried to interrupt her when she was practicing. “They like to think they’re gods, and they get off playing with sharp stuff.” She slid a glance at her friend, who sent her back a faux-angry glare. They both burst into hysterical laughter at the inside joke. The people nearby gave them bewildered stares, which made them laugh even harder.

  They entered the semi-dark theater, showed their tickets to the usher then headed down the narrow aisle to the very front. Of course they had first-row seats.

  The lights dimmed, signaling the beginning of the show. Blair settled in for a long, tedious program, which she expected would be filled with predictable illusions presented with the usual theatrical flourish. A pair of men—gorgeous men—dressed in the standard magician uniform, black suits and gloves, stepped out onstage, and the audience erupted into applause.

  Wow, they hadn’t even pulled a rabbit out of a hat yet.

  She glanced over at her friend, who was also clapping like mad. Then she turned her attention back to the stage, watching, growing increasingly absorbed as the two men performed trick after trick, involving scarves and birds, panthers, big boxes with uber-skinny assistants and lots of sharp stuff—knives, swords, arrows.

  Oddly, these two kept the theatrics to a minimum, no plumes of smoke or flares of flame. No blinking lights or distracting music. The show’s tone was dark and mysterious, intimate. Seductive and, even though they didn’t show a bit of skin, surprisingly erotic.

  It was the stories they told as they performed their tricks. They were about faraway lands and obscure legends. Fascinating. Sensual. Mysterious.

  The Masters of Illusion, as they called themselves, had striking faces, their features cut in masculine angles. And they both wore their dark hair long. She’d always had a weakness for men with long hair. Maybe that was why she was practically enthralled an hour later.

  And then they stepped forward. One of them, the taller of the two, announced, “We need a volunteer from the audience.”

  As expected, Blair’s friend started waving her hand like a maniac. The magician glanced at Sandy but then his gaze inched to the left. The corners of his mouth quirked into a wicked smile.

  Oh no, he’s not going to…

  He pointed. At Blair. “We have our volunteer.”

  “No, no.” She shook her head, but the usher in the aisle didn’t accept her refusal. Neither did her friend, who was squealing like a stuck pig.

  “You’re so freaking lucky!” Sandy exclaimed, shoving her out of her seat.

  Blair stood and followed the usher down to a side exit, around to the backstage door and through a maze of magic stuff. And then she was onstage, under all those hot, blinding lights. Standing between the magicians, who looked a whole lot bigger—and better!—from this vantage.

  “What’s your name?” the magician on her left asked, thrusting a microphone at her.

  “Blair,” she said, staring at him.

  “Please, join me in giving our lovely volunteer Blair a warm welcome,” he said, blessing her with a big smile that revealed a pair of adorable dimples and the world’s most perfect, blindingly white teeth.

  The room filled with lukewarm applause.

  Suddenly feeling woozy, she glanced at the man on her right, meeting his gaze. Something flashed in his eyes, capturing her attention, and for a heartbeat she swore she knew him from somewhere.

  He reached for her, and she awkwardly accepted his hand. An odd sensation rushed through her system. It was like an electric charge. “Blair, can you give me a personal item? Like a picture or piece of jewelry?”

  Personal item? Her purse was sitting down there, next to her seat. As he released her hand, her bracelet skimmed down her wrist, one of her diamond charms catching the light and flaring brightly.

  Aha!

  “Sure. Is this okay?” She unclasped the bracelet and held it in her flattened palm.

  “It’s perfect.” He reached into his pocket, pulling out a red scarf. He flattened the scarf in his upturned hand. “Place it in the center of the scarf.”

  She dropped the silver bracelet in his hand and watched him fold the scarf’s corners over. Meanwhile, his partner stepped up with a small wooden box decorated with glittering red stones.

  He gently placed the little bundle inside, covered the box w
ith a scarlet piece of cloth and then turned to the audience, the covered box in his hands. “There are many legends about the ruby. The ruby has long been associated with love and passion. But it’s also been said a ruby’s wearer will be blessed with health, wisdom and success in affairs of the heart. And ancient peoples of the orient believed the ruby was a drop of Mother Earth’s blood.”

  He pulled the scarlet cover off the box and lifted the lid, tipping it so the audience could see first. Then he turned it toward Blair.

  It was empty.

  Blair wasn’t particularly surprised. She knew those boxes had special compartments. Her friend had one, although it wasn’t even close to as gorgeous as this one.

  The magician closed the box again and replaced the red cover. “Hindus believe the red color of the ruby comes from an inextinguishable flame.” Once again, he pulled the cover off the box and opened it.

  The audience applauded.

  His partner lifted a red scarf from the box and held it in front of Blair. “Please, open the scarf.”

  She hesitated, wondering if some animal was going to jump out at her or something. If not, this trick was nothing short of predictable. But at the magician’s encouraging nod, she peeled away the corners of the scarf.

  What the hell?

  Confused, she lifted her bracelet, realizing it had been threaded through a small, delicate ring. A tiny ruby stone cut in the shape of a heart caught the light, flashing like a flame.

  “Oh. My. God.” Her gaze lurched from the ring that had once been her most prized possession to the men standing before her, and she knew in that instant why she’d felt as if she knew them.

  She had, many years ago.

  “Damon? Trey? I should’ve recognized you,” she whispered as she studied their features. Their eyes were the same. And she could still see a hint of the gangly teenage boys she’d known so long ago. But with age their faces had become harder, more mature. And the bodies that had once been so thin and lanky were now filled out with heavy, rippling muscle.

  “Let’s give Blair a round of applause,” Trey said before ushering her off the stage.