by P Nelson
“You did very well, little sub.” Linkin’s voice was rough, his lips wet and swollen. A glance up at Martin, and Delaney knew the two of them had been playing while they waited for her. The thought was like pouring molten hot lust from her pussy and letting it spread fire through the rest of her body. Her nipples ached for attention; her pussy was wet, swollen, and empty.
“Will you fuck me now?” Delaney watched their stormy expressions.
“Twenty licks for swearing.” Linkin growled, and Delaney felt a smile tug her lips.
“But since you were such a good sub taking your whipping, I think we can wait until at least tomorrow morning before giving out any more punishments.” Martin sat down on the bed as he spoke.
“Do you think you deserve an orgasm, little sub? After all the trouble you caused us today,” Linkin demanded as he stood in front of them with hands on hips.
“No, Master, I don’t deserve an orgasm, but I want one. Several, in fact.” Delaney gave him her best wide-eyed look. He shook his head as she felt Martin’s hands drift away from her body.
“You little tease.” Linkin stared at her for a moment longer and Delaney’s stomach sank. Maybe they were going to keep punishing her for the undies thing, Delaney’s mouth fell open, and a sob erupted from her throat.
“I promise not to ever wear panties again, Masters.” Her voice shook partly from need and partly because she wanted them to believe her.
“Little sub.” Martin wrapped his arms around her and lay back on the bed, he used his legs and shoulders to shimmy up the black silky sheets until he sat with his back against the stack of pillows near the headboard. “We believe you. Don’t we, Master Linkin.” Linkin only grunted in response, and Delany watched as he walked over to the side of the bed and opened one of the drawers. Martin shifted Delaney in his arms until she straddled him. His hard cock pressed up against her wet slit.
“Yummy,” Delaney murmured as she stared down into Martin’s eyes. Delaney was lifted a bit, and she had to rest her palms on Martin’s broad chest. He planted his feet firmly on the bedspread, his cock warm in her slit. He reached up and started to palm her breasts as Linkin finally joined them on the bed behind her. A shiver of anticipation went through her. Last night, she had felt thoroughly satisfied having one man in her pussy and the other man in her mouth, but there was something utterly surreal about the thought of taking them in her ass and pussy at the same time. It was dark and so fucking hot, Delaney’s channel clamped down in anticipation.
Martin watched her under hooded eyes as he continued to play with her breasts. She already knew from last night that he loved to play with them. “Lift your ass up, little sub, grab my cock and slip it inside your tight body.” He demanded as he continued to press his strong fingers into her warm flesh. Delaney did what she was told, using her knees to push off Martin, she felt Linkin’s hand guiding her from behind; her breathing became heavy with need.
She reached down with one hand, still using the other to steady herself on Martin’s chest and gripped his cock firmly. He stared at her as she lifted the swollen flesh and brought the tip to her entrance. Pressing down, the head of Martin’s cock felt so damn good, Delaney did her best to not orgasm before slipping the rest of the way down his rigid dick.
Her channel burned at the invasion, just as it had last night. Delaney couldn’t hold back her cry of delight as she sank down full onto Martin’s cock. Her clit rubbing deliciously against his pelvis, Delaney had to bite her lips from coming all over his dick.
“You feel so fucking good, sub.” Martin released her breasts and pulled her down for a heart-stopping kiss. His head came off the bed, and she relished their mouths melding into one, helpless to stop the cries of passion building in the back of her throat. She flinched in surprise as Linkin poured a generous amount of lube down her ass crack before pressing the bottle to her back hole and squeezing more inside. She wasn’t an anal virgin by any means, but it had been a while since any Dom had properly fucked her in the ass. Unable to help herself, Delaney wiggled her bottom in anticipation. Linkin spanked her hard twice on each ass cheek, and she screamed into Martin’s mouth.
“Stay still, little sub, or we’re not going to give you the pounding you’ve earned.” Linkin’s voice was low, and it cascaded over her senses like velvet rubbed in the wrong direction.
“Yes, Master.” She panted as Martin released her lips, and she felt his fingers enter her asshole. Bucking on top of Martin she closed her eyes and tried to concentrate. They hadn’t given her permission to come yet, even though she wanted to so badly. At this point, it was only going to take a little more stimulation, and her body would fall apart. There would be no way Delaney could hold off her body’s natural response.
Linkin’s hot chest pressed down on top of her as he pumped his fingers in and out of her clenching ass. Martin started to thrust up into her pussy with hard strokes. Delaney squeezed her eyes shut against the pleasure but couldn’t contain the sounds bursting from the back of her throat.
“Come now, little sub.” Linkin’s hot mouth sucked in the shell of her ear as he said the words her body had been dying to hear. Martin slammed up into her pussy, and she was pretty sure Linkin added another finger to her ass.
Martin felt her finally come apart in his arms. Her channel so tight as it milked his already primed cock. Cursing Linkin in his head, he held on to his own orgasm as electricity streaked up and down his spine. She felt so fucking good writhing his cock, as she screamed her release. Panting and with tears streaming down her face, Martin was sure he’d never seen anything to rival their sub.
The fingers in Delaney’s ass eased out as she started to come down from the high they had both given her. They had primed that orgasm for hours, and Martin had enjoyed every minute of teasing her until she was fighting to keep her orgasm at bay. Fighting for her Masters. The heady feeling was so potent he wanted to come inside of her right at this moment. Brand her channel with his come and watch it leak out of her, down her legs. Knowing no other man other than Linkin would have the same pleasure again.
Linkin sucking his cock earlier had been joyous. It had been a long time since his boyfriend had done anything off script. Unfortunately, Martin knew exactly why Linkin had performed the surprise fellatio. It was still all about power and dominance. Linkin wanted Martin to suffer just like their sub had. He wanted Martin to feel the bite of pleasure and pain that came with waiting to orgasm at exactly the right moment.
Draped in his arms, Delaney stirred once again on his dick as he felt Linkin’s body press between Martin’s legs. In a minute, the three of them would be one. Linkin’s cock in her ass, Martin’s dick in her pussy with only a thin barrier between their cocks, rubbing together, bringing her to the point of ultimate pleasure.
“Hold still, little sub.” Linkin’s voice growled with need. Martin wrapped his arms tighter around Delaney to help her with Linkin’s invasion. She had enjoyed anal sex in the past, and the plug they had used on her ass last night would have been more than big enough to stretch her muscles into taking Linkin’s hard length, but it had still been a while.
“Breathe in and out, little sub.” Martin encouraged as he felt the head of Linkin’s dick pierce the muscle around her anus.
“Oh, Master.” Delaney was breathing hard again, and Martin knew she was not far off from another orgasm. How had she ever managed to be satisfied with only one Dom in the past? She must have run them ragged.
“Fuck yes, your little asshole feels so good, little sub.” Linkin grunted and Martin felt him drag his dick out of her asshole before he slammed back inside of her. Martin’s chest rumbled as he pumped a few strokes up into the enflamed tissues of her pussy. It was tough the first few times; she was extra tight now that Linkin was inside of her, too.
Martin held her to his sweat slickened chest, Delaney’s breasts squashed and rubbing against his skin sent him to a fevered place he knew well from last night. The three of them working in tandem, Linki
n’s cock penetrating and retreating, only to change in the next moment with his cock furrowing inside of her channel.
A look up at the expressions on Linkin and Delaney’s faces, and Martin felt his heart constrict as his body started to pump faster. He fell even more in love with Linkin as the other man looked into his eyes and bit down hard on Delaney’s shoulder. Delaney cried out for the second time as she came so hard, she momentarily stopped breathing. When her lungs started pumping again, it was to let out a howl so primal, Martin couldn’t hold onto the lightning fisting his cock and balls. He released on a yell and pumped his seed inside their precious sub, falling under her spell. The rational part of his brain scolded this feeling was only a product of the fucking amazing night they were experiencing. But his heart told a different story.
Linkin let go of her shoulder, and Martin jerked his hips inside Delaney at the site of his lover’s branding. With his eyes on Linkin, he lifted his head and licked the mark. Shoving hard enough to shift Martin and Delaney up the bed, Linkin fucked into Delaney’s back hole with an abandon he usually restricted for Martin. Shouting and grinding into Delaney’s ass, Martin felt his boyfriend’s cock finally orgasm before the other man collapsed on top of him.
Martin lay on the bottom of a very tangled pile of limbs and wriggled his arms from between Linkin and Delaney to wrap them around both his lovers. Using the last of his strength, he toppled the three of them over, keeping his semi-hard cock inside the haven of Delaney’s body. He sighed and kissed the top of her head and Linkin’s shoulder. At this point Martin knew he had been a Dom and a lover for a very long time, but tonight was different. Tonight, he became the man his sub and his lover needed.
Chapter Eleven
Delaney arranged the flowers on her workbench as she decided how best to arrange them for one of the florist’s corporate clients. Normally, she didn’t mind work, but ever since Martin and Linkin had dropped her off at home on Sunday night after what had been a cataclysmic fuck session for all of them, she felt different. Usually, she enjoyed playing with her Doms and easily set them aside to get on with her life. Not to say she didn’t get an itch when she needed a session, just that ordinarily her Masters didn’t have the ability to invade her day.
This was definitely not true of Master Linkin and Master Martin. They invaded every part of her life. They weren’t stalkers like Douchebag Rex who continued to send her increasingly threatening texts. Nope. They sent lovely texts checking in on her day, asking how she was doing. They sent presents, and Delaney was again surprised to learn it was Linkin who had the knack for ladies’ clothing.
Delaney felt as if she needed some space to sort through all the emotions the two of them had so easily brought to the surface. No other Dom had ever brought her to subspace. Master Martin and Master Linkin made it look so easy, but she knew it was a combination of the three of them. Working together towards a common goal, trusting in each other enough know their destination was possible.
They had scooped out her insides and now Delaney felt vulnerable and shaken. This is what she had been afraid of, she realised, and picked up a sunflower from the pile and placed it in the middle of the marble vase. She breathed in and out a few times and a vision of the completed arrangement appeared in her head. Happy with where her imagination was taking her, Delaney started to work. Forcing her mind away from the two men in the world who had the ability to hurt her, not only emotionally, but slice open her soul because she was pretty sure they owned it now. Along with her body and her mind.
The phone sitting on her workbench vibrated, and Delaney glanced over to see a message from Janey pop up. She demanded Delaney call her back at once. Frowning, she started to set her tools down and reached for the phone as it started to ring again. Janey’s number flashed up on the screen, and Delaney threw her gloves down on the bench and picked up the madly vibrating device.
“Geez, Janey. Your hot pants on fire?” Delaney asked as she nodded to a couple of her co-workers and walked out the back of the florist shop. Both the vans were out making deliveries on this busy hump day. Only a couple of more nights, and she would find her body sandwiched between her two most favourite people in the world.
“I wanted to warn you, Laney.” Janey’s voice sounded breathless as she used Delaney’s nickname.
“Warn me about what?” Delaney felt her stomach drop. Her friend was one of the least dramatic people in her life, and Janey was under some distress at the moment.
“Oh, Delaney, are you sitting down?” Her voice sounded worried and hesitant. Delaney responded to the worry with frustration.
“Just get it out Janey; the suspense is probably worse than the deed,” she demanded. There was a pause on the other end before words started to spill over the cell phone speaker. Delaney felt like her brain was numb as she tried to understand everything Janey was saying. She slid down the back wall of the florist shop where she worked and rested her forehead on her knees. Tears that normally only ever came during a session poured out of her eyes, and she blamed her Masters for breaking her open last night.
“There are pictures and video of you all over the internet, Delaney,” Janey had started. “It’s all from that idiot Rex. I guess he was recording your scenes at his house. Now he’s placed them on a bunch of kink sites. I’m so sorry, but I thought you should know.” Janey’s voice stopped for a second. Delaney was trying to cry quietly but was having a hard time muffling her sniffles. She had only ever done light scenes in public at The Feather Flogger. The awful feeling of complete exposure made her skin crawl. Clenching the phone in her hand, Delaney tried to get some control.
“When?” she asked. Douchebag Rex’s threats had escalated over the past week until the point this morning when she blocked his number. Delaney had told Master Linkin and Master Martin she could handle her former Dom on her own, and she honestly believed she could. Never in all her years as a sub had a Dom not taken no for a no.
“Sometime this morning.” Janey’s sigh came through the speaker. “I can take the rest of the day off. Come and pick you up. We can eat ice cream until our stomachs burst.”
“No.” Delaney didn’t bother to hide she was crying in earnest now. “What sites.” She needed to know. See exactly what other people were seeing. She felt sick, contaminated.
Janey rattled off a couple of sites she was familiar with. They allowed amateurs to upload explicit content. Hell, she had even browsed through them from time to time trying to find inspiration for her own scenes. Now it felt like a horrible twist. How many videos were revenge porn?
“I’m coming over there.” Janey’s voice was determined.
“No.” Delaney couldn’t explain to Janey that she couldn’t stand the thought of someone she knew seeing her right now. She wanted to scratch her skin off at the betrayal. He made her a victim in a part of her life that had always made Delaney feel powerful.
Punching in the address for the first website, Delaney scrolled through and found the first video. She cried harder as she watched Rex dominate her. Once she had thought this same scene was the beginnings of a loving exchange. Now she saw it as her ultimate humiliation, her trust abused.
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“Mr Argyle, thank you for everything you’ve done so far.” The head of the formidable Banroch Industries and fellow Dom, Flynn Banroch sat back in his leather conference chair. He’s a powerful man at home in his domain knowing he’s king of all he surveyes. Linkin scanned the papers spread out between them over a long glass table before his gaze flicked to the impressive view of Vancouver Harbour behind Mr Banroch. “Bringing this dinosaur into the twenty-first century is not going to be easy.”
“I’m up to the task, Mr Banroch.” Linkin started to replace papers into folders and clean up the presentation he made to Flynn about protecting the company’s assets in the states. He was right. Banroch Industries was a behemoth, and the board had let the security, especially on the cyber side become lax.
“This project is going to take up qui
te a bit of your manpower.” Banroch continued to study him. Linkin normally would find the other man’s authoritative gaze a challenge, but he checked his aggression. Flynn was not only a client, but a Dom he had met in the lifestyle years ago. He could say he respected Flynn, which wasn’t something he could say about some of the idiots who claimed to be dominant partners. Over the years, he found there were a lot of assholes that played at being Doms so they could abuse their subs. Flynn was not one of them.
“Not a problem.” Linkin sat back in his chair. He sensed Flynn wanted to say something important and waited.
“I have a side project I want to put into motion.” Flynn’s gaze drew level with Linkin. He nodded for Flynn to continue. “As you may or may not know.” He paused for a second. “You don’t appear to be the type who reads the gossip columns.”
“No, sir.” Linkin knew what Flynn was referring to, however. He was in the middle of a very messy multi-million-dollar divorce with his ex-sub. They had met at one of the clubs here in Vancouver, Linkin had watched them scene together. He was a genuine Dom. Whether or not she was a genuine sub was another matter entirely.
“My wife is divorcing me.” Flynn’s voice didn’t fluctuate at all as he made the statement. He was either beyond the point where he could be upset about the demise of his marriage, or he really didn’t care anymore. Linkin thought the latter was most likely true. “I have found the clubs in town to be inadequate to my needs and frankly unsafe for subs.” He held up a hand. “I know you have just installed one of your top-of-the-line security systems at The Feather Flogger, Master Lovett called me for a recommendation. I gave him your name, of course.”
“Thank you,” Linkin replied automatically, intrigued by where this conversation was going. In all the meetings they had during the past year, Flynn had been friendly but professional. In the past their conversations focused almost entirely on the security needs of Banroch Industries.