Healing Hark (Doms of Chicago)

by Trace, Dakota

  “What?” Hark’s tongue brushed the end of his finger.

  “I remember I’ve asked for my subs to have our playroom ready for tonight’s guests.”

  “It is, Master,” Bryan was quick to reassure. “In fact, I went upstairs to check it out when I got home from work. I still can’t believe you’ve actually invited Mistress Olivia, Master Caelan and their subs over. I don’t think we’ve ever had anyone here, other than the painters who covered up the horrible art deco thing. But Hark did a wonderful job of airing out and sprucing up the playroom. The fresh spring air is wonderful, and we can smell the budding lilacs and dogwood. Not to mention everything is sparkling.” A sheepish look crossed his face. “Which is why I’m still in my street clothing.”

  “Which I’ll conveniently overlook if you’re ready by the time I get out of the shower. Both of you.” He eyed them. “I do believe I requested you both wear the shorts I sent?”

  Hark groaned softly. “You do realize, Master, they leave very little to the imagination?”

  A smile crossed Diachi’s face. “Of course. Why else do you think I want you to wear them?”

  * * * *

  Hark gave a huge sigh of relief as Diachi entered the bathroom. It had been close. He’d thought for a second their master was going to command Bryan to strip. Which wouldn’t be a bad thing except for the fact Bryan’s barely healed tat would’ve been revealed. Bryan and I want to reveal our surprises together. A few minutes later, the shower kicked on.

  Figuring the water would at least muffle their conversation, he crossed to the dresser. “We don’t have much time.” He yanked both pairs of leather shorts out. After tossing the smaller of the two to Bryan, he shed the boxers he’d been wearing. When he managed to pull the skin-tight material up and over his thighs, he realized Bryan was still standing there – fully dressed. And leering at him. Probably one of the reasons he loved his little one. Bryan made no bones about his lust for both his masters. But now just wasn’t the time.

  “Bryan….come on. Unless you want him to catch sight of your new tat, you best get your ass in gear.”

  “I know, I know.” Bryan gripped the edge of his polo and jerked it over his head. A moment later, the dark blue material fluttered to the ground.

  The display of muscles was distracting, but Hark managed to close the button fly over his stiffening cock. There was something decidedly erotic about the feeling of leather directly against his balls.

  “So do you think he’s going to go ape shit on me?” Bryan didn’t seem too put off by the idea.

  “Only in the best possible way, little one,” Hark was quick to reassure him. It had taken several tries before Bryan had finally gotten into the chair. For a part-time masochist, Bryan was a wimp when it came to needles. “Just hurry up and get them on. He catches wind of it before our guests show up, he may just cancel, and Caelan really wants to check out the new mural.”

  A soft smile graced Bryan’s lips as he tugged the leather up his thighs. “You did a beautiful job. I can’t believe you managed to do it start to finish in less than ten days.”

  “Me either.” Hark turned to grab their robes off the back of the door. When he spun back around, Bryan was struggling to button his shorts. “Here let me help.”

  After handing him the robes, Hark dropped to his knees in front of Bryan. The tantalizing strip of golden hair from his lover’s navel to groin begged for his tongue. He wanted to follow it down with his lips. To lap at the downy surface – to tug at those soft curls with his teeth. But that wouldn’t get the shorts closed. He stifled a moan as Bryan began to fill, his sex thickening right before his eyes. “Fuck.”

  “Enjoying the view, Sir?” Bryan rasped, his fingers brushing the top of Hark’s hair.

  “More than you can know.” Clutching his raveling control around him, Hark eased the buttons closed, then stood. “Shall we?”

  Bryan nodded and handed him one of the robes. After slipping into his, Bryan disappeared into the bathroom for a moment. A few short minutes later he reappeared – with flushed cheeks and several hand shaped wet spots on his robe. “Master says to go on up to the playroom. He’ll let our visitors in.”

  “Looks like Master did more than talk.”

  Bryan actually flushed even more. “Yeah, and he says you’re to keep your damned hands to yourself until he’s there to watch.”

  Hark chuckled. “And what about you…are you afforded the same luxury?”

  “Actually no. He ordered me to keep you ready. He wants both of us rock hard for him.”

  This time Hark did groan. “And he’s a sadistic bastard.”

  Bryan chuckled softly. “Just be thankful I talked him out of the matching butt plugs.”

  * * * *

  Bryan sighed with pleasure as he gazed at the mural on the wall. The open French doors and the rays from the slowly setting sun bathed Hark’s creation in soft light. They really couldn’t have planned this better. Their master would be pleased, because his Sir had really outdone himself. It looked like a scene pulled straight from Diachi’s youth. The soft grays of the mountains, the wispy whites of the mist, the lush greens of the trees, and the vibrant reds and yellows had the mountainside monastery jumping off the wall. It was absolutely breathtaking. How Hark had managed to capture such beauty in so little time astounded him.

  “You know it’s not going anywhere, right?” Hark hopped up and sat down on the thickly padded bench in the center of the room.

  “I know it’s not.” He moved closer to the mural. “I just expect to see people pop out of it. Little old Japanese men carrying their buckets of water. Robed monks kneeling in prayer. Master’s going to be floored when he sees it.”

  Hark flushed. “I just hope he likes it.”

  The sound of voices on the stairs had both men falling silent. Moments later the door opened, and in walked his Master in a pair of dark leather pants and a loose red silk shirt. The deep crimson color highlighted his exotic skin and eyes. Behind him, Master Caelan, dressed similarly, but in a blue shirt, escorted his submissive into the room. Wearing dark leggings and a crème colored poet’s shirt, Nisey looked radiant, despite the emergency Caesarian Section she’d been required to have a few weeks ago. Obviously her marriage to her master and their new baby girl, Éponine, were sitting well with her.

  Bryan held his breath, expecting Diachi to immediately notice the mural. Instead he had his back to it as he led Nisey over to the bondage bed.

  “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen a playroom quite like this, Master Rai.” Olivia entered the room, her gaze scanning every surface before settling on the wall behind him. “Dear Lord. It’s magnificent.”

  Diachi shrugged as he held out his hand to help Nisey onto the bed. “While it suits our needs, I wouldn’t call it magnificent.”

  Caelan whistled long and low, while Jude chuckled from his position by the door.

  “Something tells me Mistress isn’t talking about your bondage bed or even your gear. Who the hell did your mural, Master Rai?” Micah moved closer to it, like a dark shadow in his black leather pants and shirt.

  Bryan bit his lip as Diachi stilled.

  “Mural?” The confusion in his master’s tone was evident.

  When Diachi turned to face the wall, Bryan joined Hark, and took his Sir’s hand in his – offering his support.

  A series of emotions flitted across Diachi’s face while he studied the large mural. The longer he stared at it the quieter Hark became, until finally Bryan cleared his throat. “Don’t be mad, Master. I talked Sir into doing it…”

  Diachi spun around and disappeared down the stairs. A low sound of anguish from Hark had Bryan wanting to pull his Sir into his embrace, then after comforting him, he’d go find his master and kick his ass up between his shoulder blades for being so incredibly stupid. Several minutes passed before Hark finally straightened and released Bryan’s hand.

  “Maybe I shouldn’t have…” Hark blinked, his gray eyes suspiciously wet.
“But it’s easy enough to fix. I’ll go out Monday and get some white paint.

  “No, you won’t!” Bryan glared at him. “Your art is a beautiful gift, and I, for one, love it.”

  “As do I.” Diachi had returned. “I don’t know how you did it, but you captured the essence of Tiger’s Nest. For once you were listening. Thank you for returning a piece of my youth.”

  Hark flushed. “It was nothing. I just remembered you talking about visiting the monastery as a child when you visited your grandparents in the Paro valley.”

  “That I did.” Diachi moved closer, his arms behind his back. “You’ve a very long memory. Not surprising, considering your gifts. Not unlike me. If I remember correctly the Navajo way is all about balance. Balance in your home, your work, and even your relationships. Your people believe the true path to peace is achieved by keeping everything even. But with your gift to me, you’ve decidedly slanted the scales in your favor, Harkahome.”

  Bryan stifled the unease growing in his mind. He wasn’t sure what their master was eluding to, but he could only hope it did not end up with the removal of their beautiful painting. He’d take any punishment before letting it be covered.

  “I don’t see it that way, Master. You’ve opened your home to me.” Hark looked over to where Olivia and Caelan were quietly watching the scene unfold between the men. “And don’t think for a second I didn’t see your fingerprints all over this scheme, Caelan. There’s only one person I know of who could talk Olivia into kicking me out of her condo.”

  Instead of protesting, Caelan merely smiled. “It worked, didn’t it? You have a submissive in Bryan, and you’re just about to be collared by your Master…”

  Hark’s eyes widened to the point they were almost comical. “Collared?” The word came out as a croak as he shifted his focus back to Diachi and the necklace dangling from his fingers. “Master?” The word came out raw. Hark’s longing for the collar was written all over his face.

  Diachi approached Hark. “While it doesn’t scream submissive like Bryan’s does, I think this one will suit you better.” He opened the clasp and held it up for Hark to see. “When others see it, they’ll see nothing more than a beautiful piece of Native American jewelry. Only those present in this room will realize its true meaning – that I love you enough to claim you.” He reached behind Hark and fastened the necklace. “The stone will remind you even though you don’t wear a traditional collar, that’s what I’ll see. The leather cord will represent the freedom Bryan and I offer you to be yourself. It’s the perfect collar for a man who completes my life and Bryan’s as well.”

  For the first time in their relationship, Bryan saw his Master falter as doubt entered his gaze. “That’s if you’ll accept it? I know when we parted, you swore you’d never wear another collar.”

  Hark cupped his hand around the turquoise stone. “And I haven’t – until now. Only you have earned the right because when you tamed the dominant in me it, was enough to free the submissive. I won’t take it off again.”

  Diachi grinned. “Good to know. It took me long enough to get it back around your neck.” He pressed a kiss to Hark’s lips, then drew back. “Now. I do believe I’ve promised Micah the opportunity of a lifetime. Lose the robes. I want to inspect my property.”

  As both men scrambled to obey, Bryan totally forgot about the tat on his left hip just above the very low waist of the tight leather shorts. Diachi’s sharply drawn breath after he shed his robe had him freezing. “It seems more than Harkahome has been busy since I’ve been gone.” The hard edge of Diachi’s words sent a shiver of lust down his spine.

  “Yes, Master.” Bryan bowed his head. “I asked Sir to take me and have it done. He held my hand while the artist did it.”

  “Did he now?” The brush of fingers over his hip nearly had him jumping out of his skin. “But I bet he warned you about how I’d react, didn’t he?”

  Bryan nodded. “Yes, Master.”

  The fingers abandoned him. “Yet you still went through with it?”

  “Yes, Master,” he repeated.

  “Then there shall be no coming for you tonight – at least not until I think you’ve paid for your sneaky ways.”

  Bryan’s heart plummeted, but he’d known the risks when he’d tattooed his Master’s property without permission. “Yes, Master.”

  “But first, I promised Micah a chance to practice his emerging shibari skills. Master Caelan and I are going to watch as he practices on both of you.”

  Next to him, Hark stiffened.

  “Is there a problem, Harkahome?” Diachi asked silkily, his expression daring other man to protest.

  “I belong only to you and Bryan.” Hark’s voice was shaky, but his conviction was firm.

  Diachi crossed his arms over his chest. “Bryan, remind Hark of what I told you about sharing.”

  Bryan licked his lips. “Even when Master shares us with other masters or subs, we remain his.” As the tension grew between the men, Bryan silently begged his Sir to give in. Hell to even look up at him. To see the truth in his gaze. Diachi would never hurt either of them. If all their master wanted was to use them as models, Bryan was fine with it. It meant Diachi was sharing his knowledge and experience. They had no choice but to trust him.

  But Hark didn’t look at him. He kept his head lowered. One hand touched the stone on his necklace and then he sighed. “Where do you want me, Master?”

  “In the center of the room, so Caelan and I can observe, and guide Micah if needed.”

  A few minutes later, Bryan found himself back to back with Hark as their Master slipped blindfolds over their heads. He blinked against the blackness. It made him feel disjointed and almost withdrawn from the scene.

  “It’s different, boys, when the blindfold is covering your eyes.” Diachi’s voice was proceeded by his fingers as he stroked a finger down Bryan’s chest to his groin. He groaned when the teasing finger brushed over his erection. The answering hiss from Hark could only mean his Sir had received the same treatment. “But if you’re good until Micah is finished, I might just let you come. After all, you were quite generous by allowing me release that morning.” Diachi’s words drew stronger. “Perhaps today will be a reminder for the future of what’ll happen if you two try something so foolish again.”

  “You’re sadistic, Master. Waiting nearly five months to get even? Even I’m not that evil.”

  Diachi chuckled. “And you’ll be begging for more of my evil ways before the night is over, Harkahome. Just as will my hana. Never let it be said I don’t keep one step ahead of my subs. Now, present. Micah is waiting to begin.”

  Bryan groaned softly, but did as ordered. He stood tall with his back straight, his shoulders pushed back and his feet a shoulder width apart. At the first brush of rope against his skin, he bit his lip to keep from whimpering. He idly wondered if his Sir realized just how screwed they were. A sudden moan from his left assured him Hark did indeed know. As their master, Diachi Rai was nothing if not diabolical when he demanded retribution. But he loved his Master’s devious ways as much as his Sir’s dark places. They might not be perfect, but they were perfect for one another.

  ~The End~

  ABOUT DAKOTA TRACE

  Dakota is a simple Midwest girl, who has found her passion in storytelling at a young age. Her father always said she made up the craziest stories. Most remained unwritten though as writing wasn’t Dakota’s strong suit. That all changed in junior high when she took her first typing class. Problem solved for the dyslexic Dakota. There was no stopping her after that. She wrote her first novel her freshman year about a girl who could speak to animals on an old electric IBM typewriter her dad found at a garage sale. Now writing in several different genres, she is a published author with multiple books under her belt. When she isn’t writing, she’s the crazy mom of three wild Indians who are posing as her children, a loving wife to the man of her dreams and a full time Web Design Major at IADT.

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  Swallowing hard, Nisey tried to still her racing heart. Caelan seemed serious about her finding relief before she left the room. For a moment she was tempted to fake it but then thought better of it. Faking it would probably earn her another ass warming and she had a feeling she’d be in worse shape than she already was if he touched her again.

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  She shrugged her shoulders. “Despite the way I reacted tonight, Caelan, I don’t normally throw myself at men. What you’re asking for is something…” she looked away from him. “…I don’t think I can give.”