by P Nelson
His sub was changing so many things in his life; Linkin knew he should feel out of control. His heart hammered as he neared the stairs to the loft, and he realised he was excited, not nervous. For the first time, Linkin was going to scene with a sub solo. No Martin to back him up or smooth things over. Delaney’s insatiable body, all her orgasms, sighs, and cries of pain would belong to him this afternoon.
Making sure to let his boots ring out on the wooden staircase, Linkin knew she would hear it, ramping up the tension for the start of the scene. Linkin realised he wanted this every day as he pushed the door to the dungeon open and found Delaney precisely as he had instructed. She could be a good little sub when she wanted. His cock strained against his jeans, the fabric rubbing against his sensitive skin.
“Good girl, little sub. I hope you’re ready for your Master. What’s your safe word?” Delaney let out the breath she had been holding. Linkin’s voice made gooseflesh appear on her skin. The sound of sexy seduction mixed with carnal delights made her spine tingle and her pussy soften. Her nipples were already hard as she strained to hear what was happening behind her. Wanting to push her body and her senses, Delaney had tried on a few of the masks until she found one that completely blocked her sight. No light filtered through the padded cloth of the eye mask as she reached out with the rest of her senses for Linkin.
“Deciduous, Master.” The sound of clothing moving behind her heightened her awareness of the man she was sharing the dungeon with, and she realised that just because she couldn’t see him didn’t mean his power didn’t press against her in just the same way. Bare feet padding to where she rested in slave pose caught her attention before one of Linkin’s large callused hands rested on the top of her head.
“Today is going to be about fun.” Linkin’s voice, soft and lethal, hovered above her as he continued to have contact with the top of her head. “Tonight, once Master Martin gets home from work, we’ll discuss your punishment.”
“Punishment, Master?” Delaney couldn’t help the questions spilling from her mouth. What happened today had not been her fault. Anger started to build up inside of her, Master Linkin couldn’t expect to punish her for what Rex had done. She felt him move swiftly until his heated bare chest pressed against her back, his erection hard between them, a fistful of her hair wrapped around one fist lighting up her scalp. Anger forgotten, Delaney tried to breathe through the tactile sensory overload she was experiencing from behind the mask.
“Calm down, little sub.” She jumped at the sound of Linkin’s voice in her ear. “Why do you think Master Martin and I are going to punish you?” Delaney’s sluggish thoughts went back to the beginning of their conversation.
“Because Master Rex posted pictures and videos of me on the internet?” Delaney answered in a small voice she hated but couldn’t feel any of her earlier anger.
“No, little sub.” She felt Linkin’s sigh on the back of her neck as he lifted his fistful of hair. “We’re going to punish you because you should have come to us when you realised you couldn’t handle Rex on your own. You’re going to get a very red ass because you ignored his texts and didn’t bother to tell us your former Dom was still harassing and threatening you. Do you understand?”
Delaney had to swallow the lump in her throat. She knew deep down that Rex’s behaviour had been getting worse, but she hadn’t wanted to deal with it, and she hadn’t wanted to give up any control over her life to her new Doms. She now understood they
trying to control her but help her.
“I understand, Master.” And the best part was she did. The incredible man behind her and Master Martin loved her. It was a new and fledging thing, but Delaney wanted to protect and nurture it.
“Good. Now up you get.” Linkin pulled her up by the hair. She loved the way it made her scalp smart and her eyes water slightly. Once she was up on her tiptoes, Linkin let go of her and Delaney sank back down to her feet. “You are so fucking pretty, little sub, but I think we need to put a little jewellery on you.” He tugged on Delaney’s hair again before he placed the other hand on her back. They walked several steps, and Delaney tried to figure out where they had stopped.
“Stay, little sub.” Linkin let go of her hair, and Delaney felt his loss go through her body. Somehow the feel of his hand on her back, his fingers roughly snarled in her hair made Delaney feel grounded. The sound of drawers opening and closing on her right meant they were near several of the BDSM apparatuses, but not the bed or the bars and chains used for suspension.
One of his hands connected with her back again, and she jumped a little. Linkin growled at her reaction but didn’t say anything. Linkin manoeuvred her body with light touches and signals she understood until her hip brushed against cool leather. Linkin’s body moved around her other side, and she heard the protest of the leather as his body sank into the overstuffed chair that sat opposite the big bed. His hand came around her waist, and Delaney let her body move forward.
“This is going to be a bit awkward at first,” Linkin warned, and she felt one of his hands slip down her waist to her ass. He squeezed hard enough to elicit a moan from the back of her throat before continuing his exploration down to her thigh. “Reach out and place your hands on my shoulders.”
Delaney raised her arms and behind the eye mask with wiggling fingers felt through the darkness. Her fingers collided with warm flesh, her palms flattening against Linkin’s muscled chest, and she heard his intake of breath at the contact. She crawled her fingertips up his chest and placed each of her hands firmly on his shoulders.
“Good girl.” He squeezed her thigh. “Up.” Delaney lifted her leg, and he guided her thigh over to the high armrest, placing her limb carefully down. “Again.” He instructed as he helped her into position with her other leg. Delaney’s spread legs hovered just above Linkin’s cock; her pussy and asshole open for his pleasure. Her Master was going to use her body for his gratification and her pain. Delaney couldn’t hold back the thrill of excitement that spread through her veins. Before she started playing with Master Linkin and Master Martin, she couldn’t remember being this excited about thinking of a scene before it had even started.
Linkin stared at Delaney as her pussy hovered over his jean-clad cock. He had divested the rest of his clothes, but kept his jeans firmly in place. Mostly because he didn’t want the temptation to slip into Delaney’s body. Linkin wanted to gorge on Delaney’s succulent flesh until she screamed and begged. First, he was going to get his fill of her luscious breasts.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to spend some time with these beautiful tits of yours.” Linkin felt up Delaney’s ribcage and watched her breathing hitch as his fingers reached the underside of her breasts. “They’re perfect for my hands.” He weighed them in his palms. Squeezing the mounds, Delaney pushed them further into his hands, wanting more of Linkin’s caresses. He indulged her as he leaned forward and sucked one of her tight brown nipples into his mouth. She gasped, and her head jerked back with the sensation. Linkin sensed her thighs clench as he rolled the peak continuously in his mouth, his teeth teasing out the sensitive flesh.
The flesh of her nipple distended fully until every brush of his tongue and lips made Delaney cry out in alarm. Reaching blindly to the side, Linkin picked up one of the clamps he had picked out for her from his collection. He had bought this new set specifically for her. In fact, Martin and he had poured over BDSM catalogues looking for jewellery and toys worthy of their little sub. One day, he wanted to see their collar around her slender throat proclaiming to the world she belonged to Martin and him.
Squeezing the clamp of the nipple jewellery apart, Linkin let go of Delaney’s nipple, and he listened to her sigh before the sharp metal teeth dug into her delicate flesh.
“Master,” she screamed out. “Oh God, Master Linkin,” she panted out.
“Breathe through it, sub.” Linkin massaged the breast of her tortured nipple; fascinated with the way the restrained flesh turned a nice cherry red, th
e weight dangling from a short chain tugging lovingly on the berry. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you struggle for me.” He gave her another minute to catch her breath before sucking her other nipple into his mouth. Linkin knew the dual sensations of the nipple clamp and his teeth on both of her peaks were going to stimulate Delaney right over the edge before he even had a chance to get his cock inside of her.
Watching her writhe on top of the chair, knowing her glistening pussy and open ass cheeks inches away from his burning cock, made Linkin so fucking horny he could have shot his semen all over her pussy lips in one go. He reached over to the small table where he kept his implements and picked up the second nipple clamp. The teeth opened with a squeeze, and he released her nipple from his mouth and quickly set the teeth into her flesh. Delaney arched her back as she screamed out. The room filled with her cries of pain as Linkin used two fingers to press up inside of her wet channel.
“Master Linkin. Please,” Delaney sobbed.
“Tell me what you want, sub,” he ordered. Linkin’s voice ground out as he did his best to hold back his own instincts. Every synapse in his brain was firing as he watched Delaney in her decadent need, wanting everything from him.
“I need to have an orgasm. Please give me an orgasm, Master,” Delaney pleaded with him.
“Good girls who beg get what they want,” Linkin replied. “Fuck my fingers, Delaney, fuck them until you come all over my hand.”
“Yes, Master Linkin. Yes.” Delaney’s voice held a far-off note as her pussy started to move up and down on his fingers. He watched in delight as her tits bounced up and down, the weights attached to the clamps swinging around, causing her to cry out. She continued to fuck his fingers until her pussy clamped down on them, and she shouted her release. It was such a beautiful sight; Linkin wanted the memory to sear into his brain forever. Martin’s and his sub. Their Delaney perched above him, coming on his fingers. Panting, her head fell forward.
Not giving her any time to relax after her first orgasm, Linkin grabbed the third clamp he had chosen. “Remove your hands from my shoulders and place them on your thighs.” Delaney’s shaking fingers released his shoulders, and he watched as she rested her hands on her thighs. “Are you balanced?”
“Yes, Master.” Delaney’s voice sounded thick.
“Good, little sub. Hang on.” He smiled. Linkin was having fun working Delaney’s body over. It was still about the power exchange and his need for control, but he had found a new place, deep inside that he wasn’t sure had existed before she had come into Martin’s and his life. Shrugging his shoulders and moving his body down the leather chair, Linkin watched Delaney for any signs of distress before he finally placed his shoulders on the end of the chair, legs bent at the knee, feet on the floor, his mouth hovering under her saturated pussy.
Her flesh was slightly flushed and puffy from her orgasm on his fingers. Delicately, he reached a hand out and used his fingers to part her nether lips. Inside was a sweet display meant for her Dom’s eyes only, and he licked his lips in anticipation. Lifting his head up, Linkin crossed the inches between his mouth and her pussy and gave her a long lick ending with pressing his stiffened tongue against her half-hooded clit.
Delaney’s body froze, and he could see her fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs. Linkin didn’t pause to enjoy her body’s response and set to work on the flesh between her legs, spearing his tongue up into her channel, licking and sucking at her pussy lips and biting down on her clit lightly until Delaney squirmed and cried out.
He pulled away from her pussy and enjoyed her groan of frustration once her clit had poked fully out of its little hood. Opening the clamp, he held the folds of her pussy open and placed the hard metal teeth around her swollen flesh and released. Her cry of pain rocketed through the dungeon, and she jerked her hips trying to get away from the tiny torture device. Linkin grabbed both of her thighs and held her in place.
Pain burned through her clit, but Delaney couldn’t move away from the searing agony. Linkin held her in place, his strong arms and hands digging into her flesh making sure she could move. Panting, she felt tears falling down her cheeks freely, choking sobs bounced off the walls of the attic. Light kisses trailed down the inside of her thighs and she caught Linkin’s faint consoling whispers against her skin as he calmed her. The initial shock of having her most private place clamped began to wear away, replaced by an insistent throbbing that coupled with her nipples made her body pleasantly warm.
“I’m so proud of you,” Linkin murmured into the crease of her thigh. Delaney had to strain her ears to hear his soft words. His tone was so different to the rough domineering man she had come to know, his hands gentle as he massaged her flesh, it made Delaney want to cry again. She felt movement in her pussy again and braced her muscles for more pain to come, but all she felt were tentative licks, soft as butterfly wings, and she sighed into the pleasure he gave her.
His focus shifted, and she felt him grab something from the side table, a lid popped open and a moment later she felt his fingers sink into her asshole. Delaney relaxed further as Linkin rubbed the inside of her passage. Her body was so open and ready for him to take her, Delaney whimpered as his thrusts became more powerful and the weights on the nipple clamps swung from side to side. The whole scene was so decadent she wished Martin were here to watch them. He would stroke his glorious cock, maybe even press the head between her lips to give her a taste of his flesh.
The thought was so erotic; Delaney felt another orgasm building low in her pelvis. She couldn’t stop her hips from thrusting down on Linkin’s fingers, and when he undid the clamp on her clit and sucked her whole pussy into his mouth, she came utterly undone.
Bright colours flashed behind her closed eyelids as her pussy tried to clamp down on nothing, her asshole holding Linkin’s fingers inside of her refusing to let go. Fire arced through her nervous system, and Delaney heard her long sobbing cry that felt as if it would never end. Her focus completely on the man tormenting her flesh and giving her so much pleasure. There was no time for thoughts of the mundane world. She belonged right here, right now.
Movement brought Delaney back to her reality, and she felt Linkin slide his body back up the chair. He pulled the mask from her face, and she blinked in the light of dungeon, disoriented by the sudden sight.
“Look at me,” Linkin demanded in a voice that was tight and razor sharp. Gone was the Dom who whispered lovingly to help her through her pain. Here was the man who demanded she take everything he gave her. Once she had stared into his piercing blue eyes, there was no way she could look away. “Good, little sub” was all he said before he pushed his hips up and simultaneously pushed her down onto his cock. The thick head of his erection plunging into her well-prepared pussy, the shock made them both cry out.
Delaney reached forward and rested her hands on Linkin’s shoulders as he pummelled her delicate flesh. Her abused clit rubbed against his pelvis, and she rocked forward every time their bodies came together fully. The weights on her nipples tugged, and Delaney felt half-crazy as more heat built inside her body; she had no idea how she was going to survive another orgasm. She started to shake her head from side to side, but Linkin gave her no quarter. His mouth turned up into a grin so sinful Delaney felt her ovaries melt.
Mouth open, he tilted forward and careful not to break his rhythm unclamped one of her tortured nipples before sucking it into his mouth. Pleasure exploded in Delaney’s brain as she felt his cock bury inside of her as he sucked on her flesh. She felt her channel milking him as she ground down on his pelvis, her whole body started to shake as he let go of her nipple and released its twin, smothering her flesh once again with his mouth. Her hoarse voice tried to shout again, but the effort was minimal as she started to come down from her high. Linkin shoved in and out of her body a couple of times before he barked out a shout of pleasure.
She was so surprised by the look of total surrender on his face, Delaney did what came naturally and captured
his lips in a kiss. Strictly speaking it was not the done thing for a sub to initiate contact, but her soul was crying out for the man underneath her. He kissed her fiercely as his body stilled underneath hers. Linkin’s cock still joined them as she collapsed on his chest, finally able to just relax and absorb the power in the man who held her.
“Just think how much better that would have been with Master Martin’s cock in your mouth,” Linkin whispered as she held her close.
“I might just die between the two of you,” Delaney responded sleepily. The last day had been emotionally draining, but she hadn’t felt the slightest need to sleep. Now, she closed her eyes knowing her Doms would protect her.
Chapter Fourteen
“I know it chafes, but we both agreed to give her some space.” Martin stood with his arms crossed over his chest as he scanned the Friday night crowd at The Feather Flogger. Last night had been the first time in weeks Delaney had not spent the night at their house. The big bed had felt a bit empty without her warm little body pressed between them. The fact Martin could roll over at any time during the night and encounter her soft flesh alongside Linkin’s harder body had been paradise. He hadn’t even minded the fact their playful fucking had meant very little sleep for all of them. Martin felt his cock harden a bit further at the thought of tonight’s scene.
“It’s much safer for her at our house.” Linkin stated his original argument again even though they had both heard it endlessly in the past twenty-four hours. “That dick ex-Dom of hers has been seen around here trying to get back in.” The thought of Delaney running into Rex bothered the shit out of Martin, but he had agreed to give her some space.
“The situation is not ideal, but you wouldn’t be so calm unless you had a tail on them,” Martin reminded Linkin he wasn’t always so secret with his secret agent plans. Linkin snorted and glanced away from the ladies’ changing room door to give Martin a penetrating look.