What We're Meant to Be

by P Nelson

  Delaney screamed out again as he pumped his hard flesh into her. She had no choice but to ride out the storm, he was in complete control of her body; the only way to stop the waves of pleasure slamming into her was the use of her safe word. And there was no way she wanted to get off this ride. Even if the rope was starting to pinch and the plug felt too big inside of her. Martin’s sweaty body surrounded her and took a deep breath and let go of all her thoughts. Tried to just feel all the sensations his clever rope design was wrapping around her body.

  “That’s it, little sub.” Martin’s gasped for air as he worked Delaney’s body over. “Give me everything, Delaney. I want to feel you giving me fucking everything.” His hoarse voice filled up the room, demanding her submission as his hand squeezed her breast, and his arms kept her riding up and down on his cock. It was torture not to come as she came twice; strangling his swollen flesh so hard he thought his eyes might pop out of his head.

  She was going to kill him, and he wanted to die like this. The only thing missing was Linkin. He wanted his man here so badly to witness his dominance over their beautiful sub, it became an ache in his chest. They were both exhibitionists at heart. Loved showing off their subs to the rest of the kink world. Delaney had done a few mild scenes over the years, but Linkin and he had agreed she just needed to feel safe and secure in her relationship with her Doms to push her boundaries farther. The rest would flow naturally.

  Delaney’s hoarse scream accompanied her hips bucking widely on top of him. She no longer had any control over her body’s reactions to his cock, his ropes, the plug he had used in her ass. Martin felt as if he were the king of the fucking world as she came apart utterly, orgasming so hard she burst into tears and sobbed in his arms. Unable to hold off his own orgasm, Martin shoved deep, forcing Delaney onto the bed. Lifting one leg to get further inside her body, he completely enveloped her with his own larger frame. His balls were tight and the bottom of his spine searing with lightning hot pulses as his seed exploded into her channel.

  “I’m fucking branding you from the inside, little sub.” He rose off her and started to fuck his semi-flaccid cock back inside her. Martin was helpless to stop the ravaging emotion she brought out in him. “Tell me you want us to fuck you forever, little sub. Remind me who you belong to?” he demanded harshly, moving in a new rhythm his cock not wanting to leave the silken wet haven of her body.

  “You, Master Martin,” Delaney cried out on a gasp of breath. She sounded out of control, like a small animal tasting freedom for the first time. “I want you, Master Martin. I want you and Master Linkin to own me.” The declaration hung in the air between them, and sanity returned. His cock was still hungry for her, but Martin pulled out.

  “You make me very proud to be your Master, little sub,” Martin praised as he started to undo the ropes around Delaney’s boneless body. She didn’t make a sound as he pulled the plug from her ass. “We’re going to have to go easy on you, or we’ll wear our new sub out.” Delaney rolled over and gave him a fierce look.

  “I’m everything my Masters need.” She smiled seductively and cupped her breasts up as an offering. Martin didn’t hide his groan.

  Chapter Seven

  Linkin turned down Delaney’s street from a successful turn down at the grocery store. Anxious to see his lovers again, he had gone through the aisles with military precision, choosing items with high nutritional value that would keep all three of them in peak condition. He planned to spend the rest of the morning in Delaney’s bed and tonight at their private dungeon at home. Martin would hate the fact there was not a pastry or block of chocolate in sight, but he had bought the coffee his partner liked. He might be socially awkward, but Linkin was not stupid.

  Pulling up to the house, he spotted a movement near the side of Delaney’s house. Linkin’s instincts kicked up, and he pulled his SUV over to the side of the street. Turning off the engine, he watched the side of the house. Again, the movement was so minimal it might have been a neighbourhood cat or even a raccoon. Linkin wasn’t going to take any chances. This morning his instincts had prickled in awareness. Getting out of the SUV, Linkin shut the door quietly and locked up the vehicle.

  After a quick scan of the rest of the street to ensure there was no one else around, in case the person on Delaney’s property had an accomplice. Running across the front of the house, Linkin slipped into the shadows of the opposite side of the house where he had spotted the movement. Delaney’s neighbours both had fenced-in yards, but she had left her property open. He was going to have to send couple of guys out here to build her a fence.

  He crept around the side of the house, the morning quiet except for the chirp of birds and the occasional dog barking. It was still early, and most people would be in bed on a Saturday. Linkin pressed his back against the house and squatted down. He didn’t need any weapons, being proficient in hand-to-hand combat. Analysing the odds there was a person skilled enough to beat him even if they had a weapon Linkin concluded the risk was minimal.

  A glance around the side of the house revealed the backyard to be empty. Linkin stayed low as he inched around the side of the house, investigating the large gardens Delaney had planted and nurtured over the years. They were pretty, but he would have to encourage Delaney to get rid of them. Too many places for perpetrators to use as hiding spots, waiting to pounce. The thought of someone hurting Delaney, outside the parameters of his and Martin’s power exchange relationship, made Linkin want to murder someone with his bare hands.

  Rustling caught his attention, Linkin stilled and barely breathed as he listened for more noise. The faint sound of rhythmic brushing drifted from the side of the one-story house. It could be anything, a tree branch in the wind, the neighbours washing line; Linkin had ideas of his own. He used his military training to remain undetected as he came up to the side of the house. Kneeling once again, he poked his head around the corner.

  Little shit.

  Springing into action, Linkin caught the man staring into Delaney’s bedroom window with his pants down around his ankles and his cock in hand. Linkin grabbed him by the scuff of the neck and shook Master Rex a few times. Master Rex had been so surprised all he could do was stare up at Linkin and blink.

  “We meet again, ass wipe.” Linkin’s temper was growing to epic proportions as he realised to whom this dick had been jerking off. His people. Delaney and Martin belonged to him. They were not performing a public scene. His lovers were in private, playing with one another in the intimacy created by privacy. “What the fuck are you doing here?” The barked question appeared to get through Master Rex’s sluggish brain.

  “I came to see my sub.” Master Rex struggled, and Linkin let him go. He didn’t need an assault and battery charge. Linkin’s security firm was hardening up a deal with Banroch Industries, and any negative press could see the deal finished.

  “Delaney is not your sub, dick.” Linkin got into Master Rex’s space without touching him. Both men were taller than Delaney, but Linkin had a good couple of inches over Master Rex. “We went over this last Friday at The Feather Flogger.” Linkin recalled the entire conversation from memory. “Delaney told you the contract was broken. I told you not to contact her outside of The Feather Flogger ever. Does this look like fucking Feather Flogger to you?” His voice had grown cold, and the control he was exercising from laying hands on this dick was starting to become too much. He needed Martin. Raising his fist, Master Rex shrank back, but Linkin only knocked on the window of Delaney’s room.

  Two things happened at once. The security alarm went off and Linkin heard Delaney’s startled shriek and Martins loud curse. The blinds shot up. Martin’s angry face turned to surprise and then anger as he saw Master Rex.

  Linkin nodded his head to the front of the house and indicated Master Rex should start walking. Master Rex bent over and picked up his pants, pulling them over his now flaccid cock. The two of them came around the front of the house as a hastily dressed Martin and robed Delaney came out on th
e front lawn. Delaney’s hair clearly told the story of what she had been up to most of the night and her flushed cheeks indicated much of the same had occurred while Linkin was at the store getting groceries. Damn. It was probably not socially acceptable for him to have a hard-on while dealing with Delaney’s former dickhead Dom.

  “Rex, what the hell are you doing here? And why are your pants undone?” She looked from Master Linkin to Master Rex trying to get her brain working. Master Martin had blown her mind this morning. Not that Master Linkin hadn’t done the same last night, but this morning she felt herself let go again and this time it had been easier. She needed to think about everything that had happened to her in the past twelve hours. It felt as if she were starting to shed her old self, and Delaney wasn’t yet quite sure about the person or sub she was becoming. Master Rex showing up this morning was an unwelcome distraction.

  “He was jerking off outside your bedroom window,” Linkin announced, and Delaney winced. His voice was loud enough to carry over to her neighbours, her very elderly conservative neighbours. Her front lawn on a Saturday morning was not the best place to have this confrontation, but she loathed the idea of inviting Douchebag Rex into her personal space again.

  “I told you last Saturday it was over. You might take the hint when I didn’t answer any of your calls or texts.” Delaney crossed her hands over her chest feeling self-conscious. She hadn’t told her new Masters that Douchebag Rex had been contacting her. The look on Linkin’s face made it clear they would be discussing it, and her ass started to burn at the thought of how that conversation might go.

  “Listen, I think Delaney has made it pretty clear she no longer wants to be in any sort of relationship with you.” Martin took over the conversation and put a comforting arm around her. It was summer in Vancouver, but the sun was only just up. The grass was wet from the evening dew, and her feet were getting cold. All her plans for a morning spent happily exploring her two Doms was disappearing.

  “You never did any of that kinky shit with me, Delaney.” Rex’s voice sounded petulant. Linkin had moved to stand next to Delaney, a protective shield against Rex’s growing resentment. “You only ever let me play at the basic shit.” “That’s because you’re not a real Dom.” Linkin words made Rex’s face crumple for a moment. “In fact, you would probably benefit from being a bottom for a little while. I have a good friend of mine who’s always looking for fresh meat. Most of the men under his care tell me he’s kind and generous with his discipline.” Delaney turned her head up to stare at Linkin. She thought he might be making a crack at Rex’s sexual orientation, but Linkin’s features were dead serious.

  “I’m not a fucking faggot like you two,” Rex spat. “I can’t believe you’re letting yourself get fucked by a couple of queer shits.”

  “OK. I think we’ve all heard enough.” Master Martin moved swiftly to neutralise Master Linkin whose expression had turned murderous.

  “I’m going to tear his fucking arms and legs off.” Linkin’s gaze focused on Rex, and Delaney’s former Dom looked as if he realised too late the mistake he made. All the colour bleached out of his face, and he took a step back.

  “Easy, big guy.” Martin wrapped an arm around his lover. “Remember we talked about dismembering people we didn’t like.”

  “You never said I couldn’t dismember people I hated. Master fucking Rex is now on the list of people I hate.” Delaney shivered at the controlled anger she heard in Master Linkin’s voice and hoped to God she never heard it directed at her. As it was, Douchebag Rex looked as if he was either about to faint or run away in a blind panic. Delaney stepped forward, and Linkin tried to pull out of Martin’s grasp to get to her.

  She frowned at Linkin. This was exactly the kind of thing she had been worried about when she signed the original contract with them. Linkin was too much. Too much masculinity, caveman, dominant, you name another way of saying overbearing, he was also sexy as hell. But there was no way she was going to give up her freedom just because he was worming his way into her heart.

  “Let me take care of this.” Delaney kept her voice neutral.

  “Fifty.” Linkin said not taking his eyes off Rex.

  “Do whatever it is you need to do, Delaney.” Martin’s voice sounded strained, but he wore a mask of calm. In that moment, she realised Martin didn’t want her anywhere near Douchebag Rex, either, he was just capable of being reasonable.

  Turning her attention back to Rex, she uncrossed her arms and pushed a hand through her tangled hair. “We are done. There’s no way I could ever submit to you. I’ve told you this before. Don’t come here or to my work and don’t approach me at The Feather Flogger, either.

  “Delaney,” he pleaded, but Delaney only shook his head. Douchebag Rex gathered up the remains of his dignity and pointed a finger at Delaney. “You’re going to be fucking sorry for doing this to me, bitch.” He spat the last word out, and Delaney had to bite the inside of her cheek not to point out he was the one who cheated.

  “Don’t you fucking threaten her.” Linkin started to try and move towards Rex, but Martin had obviously had some practice keeping his boyfriend under control.

  “Get off my property, Rex. You’ve caused enough problems for one day and just in case you’re thinking about coming back. The whole house has been wired with a security system,” she added in case his douche self got any ideas about coming back here while her Doms were away.

  “Fuck you, Delaney. I’m serious. You’re going to be fucking sorry.” Rex threatened her and took one glance at Linkin’s murderous expression and ran for it. Delaney watched as her former Dom and all-round terrible mistake sprinted down the street and got into his car. Peeling away from the curb like a maniac, Rex’s car disappeared down the street.

  “That went well,” Delaney sighed and looked over at her two new Doms. Her next words died on her tongue as she took in their expressions. It was Martin who broke the silence.

  “I hope you picked up coffee and something with flaky pastry, Linkin.” He let go of his long-time love, mind racing on how to smooth this situation over. Linkin was going to have one of his Dom meltdowns all over Delaney, and then, she was going to break her contract with them after they had finally won her. He felt tired suddenly.

  “That dick followed you to work last Saturday?” Linkin’s temper hovered on the edge of oblivion, and there was no way Martin could divert this conversation.

  “Yes.” Delaney’s cheeks grew warm as she crossed her arms over her chest again defensively.

  “I think we should take this inside.” Martin tried to encourage his two lovers to go back into the house. “Linkin, I know you went out to get some groceries, we can have an adult conversation about what just happened and move on with our day.”

  “You should have told us Master Rex was harassing you,” Linkin stubbornly refused to listen to Martin.

  “I’m not some newbie to the scene, Linkin.” Martin winced as she left off the formal Master title. “As an adult, I’m perfectly capable of making my own choices. I don’t need someone trying run my life for me.”

  “Master Rex’s behaviour has become increasingly worrisome.” Linkin’s voice held the thread of analytics Martin both admired and dreaded. His boyfriend could digest large amounts of information and separate it all into perfectly neat, reasonable piles for dissemination. It was lucky he joined the army at a young age. They had not only trained him as a soldier, but the army had put Linkin in front of his first computer. The word genius was stating Linkin’s talents mildly. If it hadn’t been for the army, Linkin might have ended up a black hat hacker, ransoming the world for their own data releases.

  “He stalked you, left messages which were probably threatening all week, and now he’s shown up here, been caught in a sexually compromising position, and threatened you.” Linkin’s hadn’t raised his voice. He made all his points in a succinct manner.

  “There’s nothing to worry about when it comes to Douchebag Rex.” Delaney was not accus
tomed to dealing with Linkin, and her temper was starting to fray. Martin walked away from Linkin. It would be impossible to stop him from baiting Delaney, but he might get through to her. “He’s just an asshole who thinks he can run my life. Well, I won’t have it from him, and I certainly won’t have it from you. I think you should go.” Martin winced.

  “You need to come and stay with us until I resolve the issue with Master Rex.” His voice and stance brooked no refusal. One look at Delaney’s set face, and Martin gave up,

  “I’m going inside to get my stuff.” Martin turned on his heel and listened as Delaney and Linkin entered a full-blown argument on her front lawn. She was shouting loud enough for the entire street to overhear, while Linkin remained painfully in control. It was no use trying to reason with either of them, he decided as he entered the house. Master fucking Rex, he had ruined his perfectly good session of morning torture and pleasure. If Linkin didn’t get to him first, Martin was going to make sure the other would-be Dom didn’t mess with his life again. He might not be a gifted hacker or have military experience, but Martin knew tax law inside and out. At this point, he was willing to use his knowledge for the forces of evil.

  Retrieving his wallet, keys, and assorted items from around the room Martin looked at the dishevelled bed and grinned. Delaney and his session this morning had been hot, but the three of them together had been incendiary. Martin knew Delaney was not a stupid woman. She saw the potential the three of them had even if it scared her, and he was willing to give her space in the hopes she was brave enough to take another leap with them.