“Master!” She pinched again, and despite the fact she knew she should not come without permission she came, her body shaking as she screamed out Chad’s name repeatedly.
When it was over she turned to look at the two men, who were staring at her. She’d expected to see disappointment on Chad’s face, but he was smiling.
“Ryan has invited us to stay tonight. We have some business things we need to discuss, and I want you to be part of it, not as my submissive, but as a partner. So clean up and get dressed. We’ll go inside and discuss things.”
Discuss what, she wanted to ask? But then again she was thrilled that he was treating her as part of the equation about whatever it was they had been talking about. That excited her to no end.
“There’s a sink near the wall in the back,” Ryan said.
“Thank you,” Sloan said, her body still shaking from the orgasm she’d just had. She washed her hands, and ran a wet cloth over her pussy, and then she dressed. When it was done, she left the workshop and found Chad and Ryan standing outside.
“I’ll make some coffee,” Ryan said. “It’ll go great with the chocolate cake I made earlier. Everybody likes chocolate, right?”
“Definitely,” Sloan said. “It’s part of the food chain in our household.”
“Mine, too,” Ryan said. He waved his hand toward the house. “Let’s go inside and see what’s what with this idea that we have.”
They indicated she should go in front of them, and when they were in the kitchen, Ryan put on a pot of coffee. He took a chocolate cake out of a refrigerator that looked as if it could hold enough food for a month.
“You have a kitchen a professional chef would covet,” Sloan said.
“Cooking is one of my favorite hobbies,” Ryan said. “It makes me happy, and I’m even happier when I can feed people.”
“You should open a restaurant,” Sloan said.
“I’ve thought about it, but your husband and I have a much better idea.” He started to cut up the cake. When they each had a slice, and a cup of coffee, he continued. “While you were trying out the chair, the two of us were lamenting the idea that there were no places to play in Santa Fe.”
She wasn’t exactly sure where this was going. She had a fair idea, but she wasn’t totally sure if she was right.
“Ryan plays sometimes at a club in Denver called Checkers. He said it’s a great place, and he has fun there when he’s in town. We’re going home in the morning and planning to visit the club to investigate next Saturday night.”
“Investigate what?” she asked.
“The club,” Chad said. “I want to see it. What about you?”
“I’ve never been to a BDSM club,” Sloan said. She played with her cake and looked between the two men. “I mean, I’m nervous about being with two men at once, much less taking off my clothes and playing in front of total strangers.”
“We’re going to go and take a look around,” Chad said. “The idea of opening a club here is pretty intriguing. I’m sure there are a lot of, shall we say, closet BDSM people, who play at home. If they had somewhere else to go, then we’d be a popular place.”
“Checkers,” Sloan said. “What would you call your new place?”
“Our place,” Chad said. “The three of us would be in charge, two Doms and a sub.”
She wasn’t sure exactly what to say. “You want me to be your business partner?”
“Of course,” Chad said. “We’re partners in everything else. There’s no way I would open a business and leave you on the sidelines.”
She felt as if she might start crying. In an effort to get hold of herself she centered her attention on her cake.
“You don’t like the idea, do you?” Chad asked.
“I don’t know anything about it,” Sloan said. “I’ve never been to a club; I’ve never played with people. I’ve never… I’ve just never.”
“That’s why we’re going to the club next weekend,” Chad said. “And that’s why the three of us are going to play tonight.”
She almost dropped her fork, full of cake, back onto her plate. “What?”
“You didn’t think you were the only one who was going to get an orgasm tonight, did you?” Chad asked.
“What are we going to do?” she asked.
“Things you like,” Chad said. “But I’m in charge.” The look he gave Ryan let her know he would make sure nothing bad happened to her. It made her feel better about things. She trusted him with all her heart, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t nervous about what was about to happen.
“The two of you know what is happening,” she said. “I know nothing.”
Ryan chuckled. “Then we turn to something that will give you an idea.”
“What?” she asked.
“Porn,” Ryan said. “I have to take matters into my own hands quite a bit. That means I have quite a collection of porn.” He shrugged, and Sloan couldn’t help but laugh.
“We have one, too,” Chad said. “Pick out a title while we chat for a minute.”
“Will do,” Ryan said. He picked up his cake and coffee and left the kitchen. When he was gone, Chad turned to her.
“How are you feeling?”
“Overwhelmed.” She leaned closer and whispered, “You can’t be serious about this? Forgive me for questioning you, but you don’t know this man.”
“No, but Knox does,” Chad said. “I talked to him about the situation, and I asked him about Ryan. They’ve known each other for years, and Knox had nothing but good things to say about him. Plus, I had Vince run a check on him. Nothing bad turned up.”
Sloan knew Knox, Vince and Chad had been friends for years, and the three men shared lots of secrets. Which sort of surprised her that Chad would consider having a threesome with someone they’d just met rather than with his best friends. Wouldn’t they be the ones he would want to play with? She thought about asking him, but she kept her mouth closed. Maybe it would be weird to do something like this with men you’d known forever. Maybe it would be easier to do it with someone they didn’t know very well. That way if she screwed up they didn’t have to see him again.
She scrubbed that thought as soon as it’d gone through her mind. Of course they would see each other again. Her husband was planning on becoming business partners with this man.
“I’m nervous,” she said.
“I would be concerned if you were not,” he said. “But you just have to follow my lead. Remember, my love, trust runs deep between us. I would never put you in a situation where you would be harmed.”
She knew that was true, but she was still nervous.
“As you say, Master,” she said.
“Good, then let’s go into the other room and we’ll play,” he said. “And to show that I care about your enjoyment, I’m going to give you a good, walloping. How does that sound?”
Her clit tightened and she nodded with enthusiasm. There was nothing like a good, hard spanking to make her smile.
“You go first,” he said, pointing in the direction Ryan had just gone.
Putting all her trust in her husband, she walked into the hallway, following the sounds of a woman being spanked. Soon she would be the one making the noises, and that excited her.
Ryan sat, fully clothed, in a recliner, watching one of the largest TVs she’d ever seen. On the screen was a woman bound on a spanking bench, and a man was whipping her behind with a riding crop.
Once again, need filled her as the woman’s cries of pain mixed with pleasure filled the room. Chad sat down in a second recliner and pointed to a spot on the floor. She sat on her knees next to him, and the three of them watched the spanking unfold.
Sloan squirmed just as the woman did. She wished it was her on the screen, feeling the bite of the riding crop.
When the woman cried out one last time and begged to be fucked, Chad stood.
“Up!”
Sloan followed his instructions and surged to her feet. She clasped her hands behind he
r back and bowed her head.
“What do we need?” Ryan asked.
“How about a good bench?” Chad replied. “I’ll let you choose. And two floggers. My babe loves a good flogging.”
To her dismay, Sloan nodded vigorously. Both men chuckled, and Ryan left the room.
“Get undressed,” Chad said.
She hurried to follow his instructions. Ryan was back moments later with a piece of furniture that she thought was a kneeler.
“You know what to do,” Chad said.
Oh yes, she did. This was like one Chad had almost bought when they’d seen it online. It was just the right length for her to bend over it and place her hands on the floor. She couldn’t stand on her feet though. She had to be on her tiptoes. Ryan placed a leather strap across the small of her back and it kept her tied to the base.
Once she was in place, Sloan turned her head to her Master. “Thank you, Sir, for spanking me.”
“And to Master Ryan, too,” Chad said.
She turned to the new man in their lives and repeated the phrase.
“My pleasure,” Ryan said.
Sloan grasped the support at the bottom of the bench and waited, her body quaking with excitement. She hadn’t expected to feel this way. She’d thought the idea of having two men flog her would send her running for the exits. But it was totally different. She wanted to know what it felt like, wanted to savor every strike.
She didn’t have to wait long. Chad was on her left, and Ryan was on her right. The room was large, and they both had plenty of space to work.
Chad struck first, the strike was tentative as she knew it would be at first. Ryan seemed to follow his lead, and she wondered if they’d discussed it beforehand. Chad struck again, and then Ryan, and then Chad. The blows increased in intensity as the men traded strikes.
Sloan’s bottom started to ache, in the most delicious way possible. She squirmed and groaned as the pain brought about perfect pleasure.
“More, more,” she whispered.
The men took her at her word and they struck harder and faster. The strands from the flogger hit her buttocks and her thighs. Sloan closed her eyes and savored the pain. She loved every second of it, every strike.
“Master,” she said. “So good.” She repeated the words several times as the men continued to punish her behind. She groaned and moaned and wiggled her bottom as they took turns spanking her.
When one did her bottom and the other her thighs she pressed her legs together, putting pressure on her clit. The more pressure and the longer she waited, the harder she would come when Master allowed it. She pressed and jiggled her hips just a bit, and fought back the orgasm that threatened to boil over.
“She’s getting close,” Master Chad said. “I can see it in the way she’s moving those luscious hips. What say we stop and have a beer?”
“What?” Sloan called out just as Ryan said, “Sounds good to me.”
The flogging stopped abruptly, and Sloan wiggled against her bonds. “Don’t leave me here!”
“She heard them leave the room, then heard the distinct sound of caps being twisted off the top of bottles. Then they were back. Sloan moved her head from side to side as they sat in the recliners. Her backside faced them; the TV screen was in front of her.
“Master,” she whispered.
“So tell me how long you’ve lived in Santa Fe,” Chad said.
Ryan laughed. “Must we play the game? I had you checked out, so I’m sure you’ve done the same to me. But just to play along, I’ve lived here all my life. And you?”
The men chuckled, and Chad said, “I grew up in a small town not far from here. The big thing for all of us was moving to Santa Fe when we were grown up. It’s called Callon, not even a blip on the map.”
“What made your family stay there?” Ryan asked.
“Oh for the love of…” Sloan clamped her mouth closed. She knew making her wait was part of the game, but she was so close that she thought she might explode if she didn’t come soon. She was so tempted to say, “Do you want to add my life story into your little bonding moment?”
“Now she’s frustrated,” Chad said. “If it’s one thing my babe is not, it’s patient. She wants what she wants when she wants it.”
His chuckle, which seemed to be at her expense, ticked her off. She wanted to tell him so, but she knew he already sensed it, so she kept her mouth closed. Plus, a good sub didn’t talk back. Not that she was that good at following the rules. They had been difficult for her to learn, but once she’d done so things had gone well.
She’d felt overwhelmed then, and she felt so now. Where would this go after tonight? The way her mind was spinning in circles right now was one of the reasons she shouldn’t be left hanging, no matter how much fun Chad thought it added to the scene.
While she was stewing, the men were talking about whether or not a flogger was better than a riding crop, or a just an old fashioned belt.
She was about to say it really didn’t matter what they used because they were only talking about it and not doing what they were supposed to do. That’s when they struck again, the floggers coming down on her buttocks and thighs. She struggled against her bond as they spanked her harder and harder, and she rubbed her thighs together to get the pressure that she needed.
Someone, she wasn’t sure which one, slapped the flogger in just the right spot and Sloan screamed as she let loose, unable to hold back her orgasm.
“Naughty girl,” Chad said. “Turn her over.”
The strap across the small of her back came off, and she was lifted as if she weighed nothing more than a peanut. The spanking bench toppled over and she was placed on the floor.
“Spread ’em,” Master Chad ordered. She did as he said, spreading her legs as wide as possible. The floggers came down on her pussy, the men trading strikes as they had on her bottom.
She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to hold back a second orgasm. By some miracle she did, and when she heard a zipper, no, two of them, she wondered what was about to happen. She opened her eyes to see Chad kneeling between her legs moments before she felt his cock slam into her.
And then, suddenly, there was a cock near her mouth.
“Suck him.” Chad’s voice was deep, and lethal. She turned her head and took Ryan’s cock into her mouth. He grabbed a hunk of her hair and started to saw into her mouth, just as Chad was doing between her legs.
She gagged a bit, but he didn’t let up, and his hold kept her head in place.
“Fuck yeah,” Chad said. “Watching you suck his dick is so fucking hot.”
Chad pounded into her harder and harder, and when she heard him growl, she knew he had just filled her. Ryan pulled out of her mouth and she felt his hot cum spray over her tits.
Her body shook as Chad fingered her clit, pinching it hard and making her shoot off yet again. Three orgasms in one night. One of each of them she wanted to say. Instead she kept her mouth closed and ran a shaky hand over her forehead.
This was definitely something she’d never expected to happen, but it was something she wanted to happen again.
Chapter 4
Sloan woke up between two men. She felt warm and still a little freaked out by what had happened last night. She’d had a cock in her pussy and one in her mouth at the same time. She’d watched things like that on porn shows, but she’d never thought she’d be one of the performers.
But could what had happened be called a performance? She’d enjoyed it too much to be that. At first, she’d just thought she’d go through the motions to please Master Chad. But the more they’d done, the more she’d wanted to do, not just the spanking, and the fucking, and the sucking. She wanted to suck them at the same time. She wanted to fuck them at the same time.
Did that make her unfaithful to her husband? It was a dumb thought and she pushed it aside. Her husband had been there. As her Master he had ordered her to take part. But was she supposed to enjoy it? When he’d first taught her about BDSM he told her t
hat his guidance would teach her how to enjoy things that most people thought were abnormal. But that was with him. Was she supposed to turn herself off for events such as what happened last night? Was it just physical? How was she supposed to feel afterward?
She needed to talk to Master Chad about it as soon as they were alone together. But when would that be? How long would they stay at Ryan’s house? The one thing she knew for sure was they would be here through breakfast, and Master Chad loved a big breakfast.
Cooking wasn’t exactly one of her finest traits, but she did know how to cook bacon and eggs, and she made a mean French toast casserole with sausage. She wondered if Ryan had all the ingredients she needed. It was better if the bread soaked in the milk and egg mixture overnight, but if she started now and let it soak until the men woke up, things would turn out pretty good.
She went to the kitchen and found a loaf of bread, which she cut up into cubes. Then she let it sit on the counter while she made a pot of coffee. While that brewed she made the egg and milk mixture for the casserole. When it was together she searched for a baking dish.
It didn’t take long to find one, and she put the casserole together. Once it was done she tiptoed down the hallway. Both men were still sleeping, and she thought maybe the smell of freshly baking casserole mixed with the coffee that was brewing would wake them. She went back to the kitchen and warmed up the oven, after figuring out which button was which.
Once the casserole was in the oven she poured herself a cup of coffee and stepped out onto the patio. It was peaceful here. The quiet was so different from where she and Chad lived, where the traffic from cars could be heard.
She sat down at the same place they’d eaten last night and savored the coffee and quiet. She could get used to this, to the sweet smell of the Sandia Mountains drifting down. She could see them in the distance. This would be a perfect place to live. Maybe Chad could find them a house in this area. If he found something close to here it would be perfect.
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