by Cara Dee
With a slight nod in acknowledgment, I turn to her Dom and see a man who certainly doesn’t strike me as a Dom, and it has nothing to do with physical appearance. He's a handsome young man—in his mid-twenties, I'd say—though he doesn’t carry himself confidently. He's not as broad-shouldered or muscular as I am, but he's definitely built. Instead of lifting weights, I imagine him doing laps in a pool. He's fairly tall, too—perhaps a few inches shorter than my six one. Narrow hips. Dark hair, wavy and untamed, styled to belong to a surfer or skateboarder. Sharp jaw, straight nose, and pale green eyes. It's the vulnerability in those eyes…
Biting his thumbnail doesn’t help him project confidence, either.
"Name?" I cock my head at him and note the clothes he's wearing: brand new leather pants and a dark red T-shirt. Doc Martens, also brand new. He doesn’t look comfortable.
"Brayden, S—" His Sir is on the tip of his tongue, but he doesn’t verbalize it. He managed to cut off the sentence just before.
"How long have you been with Evangeline?" I ask, giving the girl a smile.
"Um, three years."
So, the trust is already there. Angling myself toward Evangeline again, I brush my knuckles down her ribs, enjoying the way her skin pebbles under my touch. "Am I allowed to touch her intimately, Brayden?" I keep my eyes on the girl.
"Yes. We t-talked about it." He's nervous. And flustered. "We, uh, we need help…I guess. I mean, we're new."
I withhold my smile. "I've noticed." Studying Evangeline's face, I reach up and twirl a strand of her shoulder-length hair around my finger, ending with a little tug. Her pupils dilate as she stares up at me. "Such a pretty little kitten." I brush the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip. The tip of her tongue darts out, and I chuckle lowly. "Oh, you want this, don’t you?" I don’t wait for an answer. "Do you know your safewords?"
"Red to stop, Sir. Yellow if it's becoming too much, and green if it's…all good."
All good. That’s one way of putting it. I grin. "Good girl. Don’t be afraid to use them." Taking a step back, I motion for Brayden to join me. He does, and I position him so he's right in front of me. "Now. The DM told me dominating isn't easy for you, Brayden—that you asked little Evangeline here what to do next."
"I'm not really a Dom," he mumbles.
I squeeze his shoulder. "I know. But I'm glad you told me."
My guess is that they want to pursue this lifestyle but can't agree on who to be top and bottom. The most confident man on earth may want to be bossed around behind closed doors; it's fairly common. A CEO, for example, has to carry a lot of responsibility by day, so when he comes home, perhaps he wants someone else to take over.
"Tell me more about your arrangement." I presume they have one. Brayden tries to turn, but I stop him by holding his shoulders in place, and I keep my hands there. "No. Watch Evangeline instead."
"Okay." He releases a breath. "Uh, we've talked about this for about a year. We want to try it, but we're both pretty, um…"
"Submissive," I finish. I see the tips of his ears tinting red, and I don’t like that at all. "Don’t be embarrassed." To loosen him up, make him relax, I rub his shoulders. It's mainly to get a better read on him—to see how he reacts to my touch—but also to reassure. "Just because you're a man doesn’t mean you have to be in charge. Understand?"
"Yes…" Another breath. "Sir."
I smile, seeing Evangeline's reaction to her boyfriend's final word—or title, rather. Excitement is building up in her eyes, slowly but surely, and Brayden's not the only one letting go. She is, too.
"Go on," I coax.
"Right." He clears his throat. "We eventually agreed to switch every once in a while. So, I'm the dominant one sometimes…"
"And you're both comfortable with this decision?" I ask.
They hesitate to respond, and I'm not surprised. They've compromised. They love each other—that’s clear from their expressions—and any sensible human being in a relationship knows that you have to compromise at times. But these two don’t have to…so long as they're willing to let someone else dominate them both. There are several Doms and Dommes here who have more than one sub.
I never shared when I was with Alexa, and the occasion hasn't arisen since our separation, but I'd done it a few times before I met her. It's challenging but twice as rewarding.
"No need to answer," I say and change tactics. This isn't about teaching Brayden the first steps on how to touch his sub anymore, because they're both submissives. "First rule: I want honesty and complete answers unless yes or no is enough." With a small nudge, I shift Brayden to the side so we're both in front of Evangeline. "Is this your first time in a BDSM club?"
"Yes, Sir," they reply.
I barely manage to withhold my wince. Their first time at a fetish club and they head straight for the cross? Jesus Christ. "Have you played at home?"
"Yes, Sir."
"With restraints?" I arch a brow at Brayden. "Bondage?"
It takes longer to answer this time, and when they do, they say no, though Evangeline seems to remember something and quickly mentions that she's tied Brayden down once.
Once.
No wonder Simon didn’t want them to leave. They're both fucking hazards.
"I see. And what was the plan here?" I wave a hand at the cross. "You must've had a scene in mind." Caressing Evangeline's soft cheek, I tell her to answer.
She shivers. "We…" She trails off, distracted as I let my hand slowly slide down her neck. "We—we wanted to try flogging."
My fingers curl themselves loosely around her throat. "Is this something you've done before?"
"No, Sir," they mumble, both sounding nervous.
"Well." I push down my urge to paddle their asses for being irresponsible and surge forward. "Brayden, tell me what you have done."
"We've used toys." His voice nearly cracks. "Um—"
"Stop with the 'um's," I command softly. "Take a deep breath and relax."
As he obeys and inhales deeply, I take a step forward and place my hands below Evangeline's breasts. Her breathing hitches, and then again when I ghost my thumbs along the undersides.
"Vibrators, beads, dildos…" Brayden's voice is huskier now. Quieter, too. "Plugs, blindfolds—she gagged me once, the time she tied me to the bed. And she likes it when I spank her."
I tense my jaw and let my hands fall to my sides. "Did you ever use a safeword at home?"
"We trust each other—"
"Not what I asked, Brayden." Under my glare, he shrinks visibly and lowers his gaze as he whispers a no. Deep breaths. I return to Evangeline, ready to teach them something important. "Will you allow me to do a scene with you?" I ask. "I will only use a flogger."
"Yes, Sir." She's almost pleading.
Turning to Brayden, I wait for his response. He's part of this, too.
"Yes, Sir." He nods quickly. "Please."
Well, then.
"I want you to sit down over there." I point to the leather ottoman in the corner near the curtain. Next, I walk behind the cross and pick one of the softer floggers. "And, Brayden?" I speak over my shoulder. "Clothes off." He won't be treated any differently than Evangeline.
"All of them?" he blurts out.
I turn to him and stare.
He gulps. "I mean…yes, Sir."
"Good pet." With the flogger's handle stuck down into the back pocket of my jeans, I step in front of Evangeline once more. She has her eyes on her undressing boyfriend, and when I snap my fingers, her wide-eyed gaze meets mine. "So beautiful." I touch her cheek. "Are you comfortable?"
She replies that she is, and I push the tip of my thumb into her mouth.
"Suck." I clench my teeth together, my pants feeling tighter, as she swirls her tongue around my thumb and starts to suck. Seductive little subbie. "Now…" I force myself to create some distance. "You can of course play however you want at home, but something we take very seriously at Switch is 'Safe, Sane, and Consensual'—same goes for honesty. If we're not h
onest with each other, there won't be any trust. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir," Evangeline answers, and I look to my side and hear Brayden say the same words, also confirming that they've read about that. As instructed, he's sitting naked on the ottoman, hands gripping the edge of the leather cushion, and a semi-hard cock between his thighs.
Okay, maybe he's more than "handsome."
I'm attracted to him, too.
"There's more." I go on and face Evangeline as I pull out the flogger. "A lot more." I run the black ends of the flogger over my hand, between my fingers, pleased at the little kitten's reaction. Definitely aroused. "For instance, a safeword is always recommended—even if you've been in a relationship for years." That said, I flick my wrist and let the leather strands make impact on Evangeline's left thigh.
"Fuck!" she cries out.
Brayden's breathing picks up.
Evangeline's chest heaves with each breath, a blush creeping forward, pupils dilating again, and hands balling into fists in her restraints. She's more than all right. It's written all over her gorgeous body.
"Another rule: don’t cut off any senses when restrained." I flog her again, this time her other thigh, and she cries out once more. "Not when you're new," I amend. "You might not think that gagging is anything serious, but it is if you can't move and you suddenly have a panic attack."
There are hand signals, squeeze toys, bells…anything to substitute a safeword. The next time the flogger's strands whip through the air, they come down on her hip, a couple stray ones landing over the bare mound of her pussy.
Evangeline chokes on a moan; Brayden groans under his breath. One glance at him tells me he's struggling to keep his hands off his straining cock. Good boy. He obviously knows he needs my permission to touch himself.
Several lashes later, they're both panting. Evangeline's skin has reddened. By the look of her wet pussy and constricted nipples, I'd venture a guess to say she might be into some pain. She keeps trying to rub her thighs together, but with her restrained ankles, that’s impossible.
"Mark?" Damn. Simon. On the other side of the curtain.
"What?" I wipe my brow, hoping he'll disappear quickly.
"Kevin wonders when you'll be done."
I put down the flogger. "Not yet," I say flatly, closing the distance between Evangeline and me. She's riding on some wave of euphoria, though it's way too soon to talk of subspace. "It's going to be a while. Talk to Nicholas."
He'll understand. I know he will. To distract the girl in front of me, I cup her luscious tits and pluck at her nipples. She squirms, eyes closed, and lolls her head from side to side. Damn, she's really sexy.
"Brayden, come here." He's with me in a flash, his green eyes darker than before. His muscles are taut, his jaw tense. One might think it's anger—perhaps at having another man touching his girlfriend—but that’s not it. He's beyond turned on. "Release her hands, pet."
"Yes, Sir." He gets started right away, and I keep playing with Evangeline's tits, this time letting my mouth get some action, too. The moan that slips through her lips when I suck a nipple between my teeth is enough to turn my already-hard cock into steel. Except, this isn't about me.
"Do you like it when I suck on her breasts, Brayden?" I squeeze them and let my teeth sink into her flesh deep enough for her to whimper. Then I let my tongue soothe the sting.
"I—" He hesitates. Conflicted. "It's complicated, Sir," he whispers.
I don’t think it is. "Come." I pull him in front of me and reach under his arms to massage Evangeline's wrists, now resting idle at her sides. "You love her," I murmur in his ear. Getting a whiff of his musky scent—soap, man, arousal—I nearly groan. "You want to see her this way—out of control, needy, ready to beg for a good, hard fuck—because it's what she wants."
"Please," Evangeline whimpers.
Ignoring her pleas, I let go of her wrists and place my hands on Brayden's shoulders. "You see how badly she wants it, don’t you?" Slowly, I slide my hands down his arms. "And just because you're not the one dominating her doesn’t mean you're not giving it to her. Think about it." Covering his hands with mine, I bring them to her hips. "Most boyfriends would refuse." I guide our right hands down to her pussy, eliciting a gasp from her and a sharp exhale from him. "But you don’t, and this is the reward. You feel how wet she is for us?"
"Yes, Sir," he groans as I coax our middle fingers inside her. "Oh, fuck."
Evangeline keeps begging, and we keep ignoring her. When she lifts her hands, I give her a stern look that has her lowering them again. I knew she was going to go for that, anyway. It's time to restrain her again, but this time I'll use something a bit more intimate—a bit more personal.
"Don’t stop, pet," I tell Brayden before I slip out my finger. With Evangeline watching, I suck that finger into my mouth and moan quietly at the taste. The taste of pussy and whatever body wash she uses. "Feel free to talk to her. I bet she likes dirty words whispered in her ear."
"She does," he admits and leans in. Meanwhile, I pull my shirt over my head and twist it until it's a firm, thick rope. Then I walk around the cross and gather her hands behind the smooth wood and tie her wrists together.
We both whisper in her ear as I tie the knot.
"You're so wet."
"Imagine it's my hands holding yours together."
"You like it when Sir uses you, ma belle."
"Dirty fucking girl."
"You like Brayden's fingers, kitten? I know you do, but you want more."
In the end, she's panting again, testing her bindings. I'm willing to bet our whispers make her head spin, not quite sure who is whispering what. But it doesn’t matter; all she needs to know is we're both toying with her. And I'm in charge of them as a couple…
It's a heady feeling.
Returning to Evangeline's front, I order Brayden to kneel before his girl's pussy, and satisfaction courses through me when he doesn’t even hesitate. He just drops. "I want you to use your mouth and tongue like you do when you're kissing her. Make out with her pussy."
I watch as his tongue delves deeply between her smooth folds, his mouth closing over the entrance. More tongue. Some sucking on her lips. Nibbling. Circling her clit. Nuzzling it.
"I want to come," Evangeline begs breathlessly. "Please, Sir!"
"Silence." The sight is intoxicating, but I find myself wanting more. "Enough." I thread my fingers through Brayden's hair and tug. "Stand up." He does, while his chest heaves. Both subs are covered in a light sheen of sweat, and they're equally desperate for a release. The fact that only I can grant it to them makes me feel ten feet tall. "Brayden, release Evangeline's hands again."
While he gets busy, I walk over to the ottoman and sit down. I'd push down my pants if I was sure they wouldn’t freak out. As it is, we haven't discussed anything at length, and I doubt sex is on the table for me tonight.
Interrupting a scene for negotiating isn't my style.
Once Evangeline is freed, I motion for her to come to me.
"I want you in my lap, kitten." I pat my thigh. "Your back to my chest."
She takes a few, quick, tiptoed steps over, excitement in her eyes, and plops down on my lap, her pert ass pressing enticingly against my hard cock.
"No more restraints?" I'm pretty sure there's a pout in her soft voice.
Sweet, unassuming little sub.
Leaning forward and wrapping my fingers around her ankles, I move her feet to anchor them behind my calves; then I spread my legs, forcing her legs to spread, too. Next, I gather her wrists behind her back and hold them in place with my left hand. My right hand snakes around her narrow waist, ending up splayed over her soft stomach.
"Try to move your arms." I keep my voice low as I breathe in her sweet scent. My lips brush over her slightly damp neck. "Give me a struggle." When she realizes there's no escaping my hold on her, she starts to breathe heavily, shallowly, rapidly. "That’s right." With an openmouthed kiss to her shoulder, I let my teeth scrape over her s
kin. "And with Brayden's face between your thighs, you won't be able to move your legs, either." I give him a pointed look, one that tells him to come here and kneel down before Evangeline.
"Oh, putain, ce que j'en ai envie," she moans in…French, evidently. Her entire body melts into mine, her head lolling back to my shoulder. It's a surrender I can taste in the air.
"Fuck, I love this," Brayden mumbles and slides his hands up his girlfriend's smooth thighs. His eyes are trained solely on her pussy; he licks his lips, then looks up at me for further instruction.
Good boy. I give him a firm nod. Lick her up.
The first stroke of Brayden's tongue along Evangeline's pussy causes her to jump in my arms, and I hold her steady. She's completely at my mercy. They both are. They do as I say. Their pleasure belongs to me. And my mind wanders to Brayden's pleasure.
Would he take it from me?
Submission turns me on; it doesn’t matter if it's a man or a woman. When I had my first sexual encounter with a man, who happened to be the Dom who trained me years ago, it wasn’t a startling discovery to find out I was attracted to him. I think my childhood has something to do with that. My parents lead their own little lifestyle, hence the laidback attitude with which we were brought up.
As for Brayden…I find him attractive as fuck. His sharp jaw and taut body give him a sexy edge, and I'm even more drawn to the softness in his pale green eyes.
Reading him on that particular subject isn't the easiest though, I reluctantly admit, and I wouldn’t want to ruin the scene for him by grasping his cock if that’s not his thing. But he does deserve to come—just like Evangeline does—so I only see one solution at this moment.
"That’s enough for now, Brayden," I murmur. He doesn’t look happy about backing away, but he does it. He also manages to mask his disappointment quickly, and that pleases me.
Ignoring Evangeline's moan of protest, I lower her slightly between my legs, my forearms hooked where her knees bend—literally playing the part of stirrups—and expose her further for Brayden. My erection strains in my jeans against her lower back, and fuck me if she doesn’t squirm against it.