Identity Crisis

by Lila Munro

  A weak smile overtook Tori’s lips as two fingers once again invaded her, working in and out, stretching her taut opening. Then the fingers left and the slickened head of the other man’s cock rubbed her, pressing against the ring of tissue, demanding entrance. The man she sat on reached down and held her cheeks apart as he kissed the side of her face and whispered a shushing noise in her ear, letting her know they wouldn’t hurt her. The pressure turned to a splintering pain as the man’s cock slid in her, forcing her to accept what he offered. He stopped when she moaned and sucked in her breath, whimpering. His hands ran over her back as she got used to him then he slid in her further until she felt his balls brushing between where he was seated in her ass and where the other man’s cock resided in her throbbing pussy.

  Exquisitely full, Tori felt the heat radiating outward from the delicious ache.

  The man she straddled nodded, asking if she was okay.

  “Yes, sir, but I hurt. Please finish,” Tori begged, leaning into him, relishing the feel of his hands running over her shoulders and the other man’s fingers dancing along her spine.

  The man behind withdrew, then sank quickly inside her again, pushing her up and almost off the man underneath as they began a seductive dance, moving back and forth together, producing a rhythm that shot through Tori like a fiery arrow. Pulling against the bar she was tethered to, she screamed when the two men finally allowed an orgasm to crash over her. With tears streaming down her face, the men came in tandem grunting and clutching her, gasping for air, filling her with their releases as she shook between them.

  Together they stayed immobile for a few minutes, a quivering mass of sweaty, heaving flesh. When the man behind withdrew, he let Tori’s arms down and unclasped her wrists, then pulled her from the other man’s lap with tenderness. He picked her up and carried her to the bed. After gently laying her down, he left her and his accomplice crawled in beside her. Tori lay her head in the crook of the man’s arm and as she floated in that subliminal space of bliss, the second set of hands gently cleaned Tori’s legs and backside with a warm cloth. After disposing of the cloth the second man joined Tori and his friend and they gathered her between them.

  “Thank you,” she whispered, her eyes falling shut.

  A set of lips brushed across Tori’s lips as her eyes fluttered back open. She looked up to both sets of chocolate eyes gazing down on her and smiled. Both men smiled back then helped her sit. They were shed of their gloves now and she could see they each wore a platinum wedding band on their left ring fingers. Dear God, what had Chad done? Her eyes darted from their hands to glancing between their faces and before Tori could open her mouth, they each shook their head, a silent way of telling her there would be no questions right now.

  The pair led her to a bathroom where a shower was already running, sending steam into the air. Tori stepped into the glass cubicle with them and allowed them to wash her intimately, cleansing her lovingly before they helped her out of the shower, dried her and brushed out her hair. Leading her to the front room where she waited while they dressed, the men slipped on her duster, buttoned it up and slipped a pair of plush red slippers on her feet. They put Tori in the elevator, took her upstairs, then escorted her to the rear entrance of L’Edge. The club was strangely quiet and Alan sat on his stool, his head in his palm, dozing. When they opened the back door, the first salmon hints of morning were streaking across the eastern horizon and Robert waited with the limo door open while her hulk of a body guard stood nearby, glancing around. The men helped Tori into the back of the car, kissed her soundly on the lips and then turned and walked away.

  Chapter Eleven

  When Tori awoke in her suite, a single set of arms encircled her. She brushed the hair from her face and flipped over. Chad lay beside her beaming like he’d won the lottery.

  “Good morning, baby,” he said, pulling her closer and kissing her forehead.

  “Good morning.” Tori pulled back and looked into his eyes. Which set were they?

  “Yes, it really happened,” Chad said propping his head in his palm and tracing a finger along her breast bone. “Did you enjoy your gift? Did you enjoy being with both of us?”

  “Yes I did,” Tori purred. “I was shocked, but in a completely good way.” Tori raised up on one elbow. “Chad, why are we in an adjoining room?” Why in the world was that the first question that popped out of her mouth?

  “Because our partner is over there waiting for your decision.”

  “My decision?”

  “Yes. Your decision. The one that either welcomes him into our life permanently or keeps him out.” Chad pushed himself up and leaned against the backboard while Tori stared at him, wondering where this had come from. “Tori we need to talk, baby.”

  “Okay,” Tori answered, almost afraid of his tone. She pulled up and sat with her legs under her, facing him. “Chad, what’s going on?”

  “I need you to understand why I’ve never touched you before. Until last night.” So Chad had been the one behind the whip, Tori realized. She wondered if he was the one up her ass as well. “My father beats the hell out of my mom, Tori.”

  “Oh my God,” she gasped, slapping her hand over her mouth. That explained a lot.

  “That’s why when I first discovered that I liked seeing you tied up and realized that I wanted to take you to task, I refused. I’ve been scared to death that I’d take it too far and really hurt you. I couldn’t live with myself it that ever happened.” Chad took a breath and went on. “I also figured out when you told me Rio wasn’t against sharing that I craved sharing you. That I wanted to see you with someone else. That I wanted to be inside you with someone else there, too. But, I wasn’t sure if you’d accept that, so I put that away with my other urges. I buried them.”

  “So why now?” Tori asked, pulling a strand of hair behind her ear.

  “Our friend found out a few months ago about our little three times a year lifestyle. It was an accident, but he found it quite fascinating and after I figured out I could trust him, we talked about it. A lot. He’s been into the lifestyle a while and he’s also been looking for a permanent relationship with another couple in the lifestyle, but he wasn’t having any luck finding them.

  When he saw you, he said he was drawn to you and we discussed the possibility of sharing.

  When I told him the rest of the story, he agreed to help me. He’s been my live practice post the past few months, teaching me. He’s my safety valve, Tori. He’s the grounding force I need to give you what you want without fear. He adores you and would never let anything happen to you anymore than I would. In fact, I think his adoration is quickly turning to love.”

  “Define permanent,” Tori pried, curious as to how this would work exactly.

  “If you agree, he’ll move in with us and we can live the lifestyle all the time in the quiet of our own home. We’ll both be there for you, together and separately. We’ll both care for you.

  But if you don’t want this, he’ll walk away and things will go back to the way they were. The ring will come off his finger and that’s that.”

  “You’re serious, aren’t you?” Tori was a swirling mass of emotions.

  “Yes, I am.” Chad ran a finger down her cheek, hooked it under her chin and pulled her face up eye level with his. “I love you, Tori. I’ll do whatever you want. I want to give this to you but it’s completely your decision.”

  “He’s over there now?”

  “He is. Waiting.”

  Tori thought for a few minutes. On the one hand, she’d sort of become accustomed to the way things were. They weren’t ideal by any means but it worked. Besides, what would people think if they ever found out? Not that Tori really cared, but what would Chad’s parents think?

  Hell, what did they know about love? On the other hand, Tori liked the idea of being able to pursue the lifestyle and with two men catering to her every whim, how could she ever find reason to complain? Chad had compromised for years and with good reason, she
now knew.

  This wasn’t so much a compromise as an affirmation.

  “Go get him,” Tori said. “I’d like to meet him before I decide.” Though why it mattered what he looked like Tori couldn’t fathom. She’d seen almost all of him last night and he definitely knew how to use the parts God gave him.

  “You already have,” Chad confessed, leaving the bed, his back muscles rippling. He opened the adjoining door, disappeared and returned a few moments later, leaving the door open.

  “Where is he? And what do you mean I’ve already met him?” Tori asked, her nerves buzzing. How could she have done all those things last night with someone she knew and not had some hint of who he was?

  “He’ll be here,” Chad said, climbed back on the bed. “Don’t be too impatient, sweetie. Your whip and cuffs are right over there and we’re not against using them again.”

  “I’m not against it either,” Tori said without giving it a second thought.

  “Really?” Chad crawled toward her, pushing her to her back and straddling her, holding her arms down. “I hope you like what you see then.”

  The sound of a throat being cleared drew Tori’s eyes toward the door between the rooms where a man she’d not only met but had stayed in her own home several times in the past year stood in a pair of boxers, his arms crossed over his bare chest.

  “Ren?” she asked with her brow knitted.

  “Tori,” Ren answered.

  Tori turned her head and looked up into Chad’s eyes. “And to think I felt guilty every time you dragged his ass home because I was attracted to him.”

  “I knew you were,” Chad answered, smirking. “Do you think I’m blind, Tori? I can plainly see when something, or someone, turns you on.”

  “Why are you still dressed, Ren?” Tori asked in a husky voice, turning her head toward him once again. “Don’t you want to claim your prize?”

  Chad eased off her, his erection bobbing as he crawled to the edge of the bed. He grabbed Tori’s collar and after pulling Tori to sitting, he draped the red creation around her throat and fastened it. Ren approached with a possessive smile on his face, and held up one hand.

  Between his forefinger and thumb he held an identical lock to the one already on Tori’s collar.

  Ren climbed on the bed and on his knees got behind her. He reached around her slender neck and ran his lock through the clasp and fastened it, leaving it to hang beside Chad’s. Tori was now fully theirs. “Where…” Tori started as Chad backed away.

  “Shhh…” Chad told her, putting a finger to her lips. “You two need to get to know each other. I’m gonna watch.”

  Tori’s skin tingled at the thought of Chad wanting to see another man brand her. A heated flush ran over her as Tori began to fully realize what she’d agreed to. She now belonged to two Doms. She was theirs for the taking, but also for the giving. Chad had just torn the door to their relationship off the hinges and given Tori more than she’d ever dreamed of.

  “You’ll never know how happy it makes me that you said yes, pet,” Ren murmured into her hair, running his hands over her shoulders. “God, you’re beautiful.” A shudder flew across Tori as Ren took her earlobe in his mouth and bit, then sucked, easing away the sharp pain.

  “I can be very demanding, Tori. Maybe more than you’re used to,” he told her taking her nipples between his thumbs and fingers, pinching and twisting.

  Tori sucked in her breath. He was going to play rough, probably rougher than Chad ever had, but maybe by watching Chad would learn. Ren had obviously already tutored him well in the fine art of whips.

  “What’s your safe word, angel?” Ren asked, getting off the bed and taking her with him as he tore off his boxers, his cock springing free. “You might need it.”

  “Couture,” Tori answered.

  “Couture.” Ren reached out and pinched her nipples again. “On your knees.” Tori immediately dropped, put her hands on her thighs palm side up and lowered her head.

  Yes, this would definitely be a learning experience for Chad. He’d never let anyone dominate her in ways even close to what she knew was coming. Tori could feel the power and strength flying off Ren in waves, and as he ran one hand through her hair, wrapped it tightly around his fist and pulled her head up quickly, she knew Ren wasn’t joking. She might very well use her safe word. It was something she hadn’t done in years.

  She glanced at Ren’s other hand wrapped around his erection, stroking and running his thumb over the thick purple head and her mouth watered. Licking her lips, she looked into Ren’s eyes. Her first mistake.

  “No, ma’am.”

  He turned her hair lose long enough to move to a bag that sat on the couch. When had that arrived? Bringing the bag back with him, he set it on the bed, rummaged through it and produced a blindfold. Ren pulled all her long hair up in his fist above her head.

  “Hold it up,” Ren told Tori. While her hair was above her head, he secured the black piece of cloth around her eyes and tied it tightly behind her head. “You can let go now. Let’s try again.” Again Tori found her hair wound tightly around his fist. One smooth thumb pad ran along her chin then over her bottom lip, pulling it down roughly.

  “Open, angel. Now.”

  Tori didn’t hesitate. She licked her lips and spread them apart.

  “More,” Ren demanded, tugging at her chin. “Wider.”

  Before Tori could take the next breath, he was inside her all the way to the back of her mouth, his erection bumping the back of her throat.

  “That’s it, angel. So sweet,” Ren hissed. “Breath for me, we aren’t there yet.” Tori relaxed her jaw, breathed through her nose, and opened her throat just as Ren slid in, his stomach touching her nose. A cough was choked off as she swallowed, the first bead of his essence dripping into her.

  “Swallow, Tori. Don’t make me say it twice.”

  With tears squeezing out from beneath the fabric that covered her eyes, Tori tried. Working her jaw, she took him further and milked him with her muscles until he groaned in satisfaction.

  “That’s it, angel. More. Oh fuck, such a sweet mouth.”

  Ren’s grip on Tori’s hair tightened as he pulled her head back, nearly cutting off what little air she’d been able to take in.

  “Swallow,” he hissed. “Again. Don’t stop.” And Tori did as she was told.

  Struggling for air, Tori reached out and gripped the backs of Ren’s legs which caused him to immediately pull away from her and stop.

  “Do you have something you want to say?” he asked.

  Tori only shook her head. She wasn’t ready to say it yet.

  “Then we must do something with your hands.”

  She heard rustling in the bag again. Cuffs? Leather straps? Then she heard the rattle. Metal chains. Ren stretched Tori’s arms out and lashed her to either end of the bed, pulling the chain taut. Tori’s breath was labored but it was the sound of what she knew had to be Chad’s breathing that alarmed her. He wasn’t only struggling for air, he seemed to be unable to catch it at all.

  “Chad?” she whispered before she thought better of it and clamped her mouth shut as quickly as his name had formed on her lips.

  “Angel, angel,” Ren admonished. “It’s clearly been a while. We have work to do, don’t we?” Tori wasn’t sure Ren actually expected an answer so she stayed very still. More noise, then cold metal ran over her breasts. Before she could even distinguish what type of device it was, a lightning bolt ran through her as her right nipple was caught between the sharp teeth of an alligator clamp. A whimper escaped her only to be stifled by Ren’s cock invading her mouth again. Tori knew that with every bit of intensity a Dom took, they would give back two-fold.

  Whatever Ren had in mind for her would be worth the sensual torture. Liquid fire ran through her pussy dripping down her thighs.

  “I smell you, Tori,” Ren said, threading his cock over her teeth and back down her throat until his balls brushed her chin. “Soon, angel. Don’t ever think I
won’t take care of you.” A muffled cry welled up from Tori as Ren rhythmically pumped in and out of her mouth, drawing his cock nearly out of her only to thrust it forcefully back down as far as it would go, cutting off her air and gagging her until a steady stream of tears fell down her cheeks. Her pussy ached and her limbs trembled. Ren’s cock drew tighter and Tori groaned over him, ready to accept his release when a cry disrupted everything.

  “Couture! Goddamn it, Ren,” Chad stammered over gasps and…a half-sob? “Couture!”

  “Chad, leave it be,” Ren told the other man. “Only she can say it.”

  “Well how the hell can she?” Chad demanded. Ren popped out of her mouth and Tori sensed nothing but empty space in front of her as the two men exchanged words. Clearly Chad was nowhere near ready for this level of play.