PleaseSir

by Sindra vin Yssel

  He took a breath. Carter was right. Kelly had filled out an application to come here, and to have been on time it would have been very shortly after their last date together. Two men. No begging. She was sending a message that she hadn’t liked their last scene, but was also saying clearly she wanted more. She didn’t want to be bound to one man. He’d had a dozen subs ask him to take them on permanently and he hadn’t wanted to be tied down. Now the shoe was on the other foot. He wasn’t in the mood to appreciate the ironic justice.

  One girl, two Doms. Normally Roger and he would show that girl the time of her life. Maybe that would still work, but he doubted it. Maybe he should wait until the other girl—what was her name? Megan. Wait until Megan came.

  But I don’t want Megan. I want Kelly. It sounded spoiled to him, but he couldn’t deny his feelings.

  “What the hell is Roger trying to pull?” He kept his voice low.

  “Good question. This is Roger we’re talking about.”

  “And he’s a damn manipulative bastard.”

  “Yeah. Although it worked out for Kyle.”

  Roger had stuck Kyle alone on Submission Island with a woman and now Kyle was running all over Europe with her. Tom had never seen Kyle so carefree and relaxed. He still had quite an edge, but for the first time Kyle seemed to be actually enjoying himself, rather than only driving back his inner darkness.

  All right. Breathe. He took a step forward. Carter put out an arm to stop him.

  “I’m okay,” he said. Carter looked at him dubiously and then stepped back.

  Tom wanted to catch Roger’s eye. Okay, he wanted to ask him what the hell he thought he was doing, but either was going to be a challenge without making Kelly aware of his presence. He needed to talk to Kelly and find out what it was she wanted. Her message of where he’d gone wrong was clear enough. No begging. The question he needed answered was, was it fixable? If she didn’t want him to be involved, or wanted Roger more, then he’d do his best to show Megan a good time when she got there. But he didn’t have to look forward to it.

  Tom walked up, not trying to be quiet. Mere footsteps wouldn’t distract most Doms, but Roger had spent years fighting the Taliban in caves in Afghanistan. He was close to impossible to sneak up on, even for an ex-SEAL. Tom stopped a few feet behind Roger, out of his backswing, and waited. He knew Roger knew he was there.

  “You’ve been a good girl,” said Roger.

  “Thank you, Sir,” said Kelly. She was squirming on the cross. Tom felt another surge of jealousy. He knew that squirm. Even if Roger had kept everything above the waist, he’d manage to arouse Kelly.

  Roger moved suddenly, flipping her skirt up and pulling her panties down. A flash of Julia’s ass awoke something primal in Tom, and he grabbed Roger’s shoulder and spun him around. Tom knew without even looking that Carter would be getting up out of his chair and heading over. He wasn’t absolutely sure he could take them both on, and besides, Carter was trying to do the right thing and he couldn’t even go full-out. His combat instincts were taking over and he didn’t want anyone to get hurt. Best I end this quickly.

  “Tom?” asked Kelly. She half turned her head to the left, but he could see her only in profile and he doubted she could see him. Roger had her tied up tight and she couldn’t even twist her shoulders.

  Her voice was enough to stop him from landing a punch. Roger didn’t flinch, although Tom’s balled-up fist should have been adequate warning for the combat-trained man.

  “This is my scene, mate, not yours. Stay out.” Roger’s voice was curt, dispassionate. Tom knew on some level he was right. That was the way they’d always done things. He should have walked into range and held up the two fingers that was their code for asking if he was welcome to join in. But he hadn’t wanted to join in. He’d wanted to take over.

  “I wouldn’t mind,” said Kelly, turning her head to the right this time. He could see an eye now, and her gaze seemed to seek him out. Maybe that was wishful thinking.

  “It’s not up to you,” said Roger.

  Maybe it should be. But those were the rules of the outside world. Women didn’t come to Submission Island because they wanted to choose. Especially not in the middle of a scene. The Doms did their best to figure out what they needed, but it was a chance for the subs to give up control. Tom had sensed that Kelly needed that and she had a hard time accepting her need. That struggle was part of what had attracted him to her. He had wanted her luscious body, to be sure, but he also wanted to help. Until she’d stopped taking his calls, he thought he’d been doing her a lot of good.

  Having a fight with Roger wasn’t going to help her one bit.

  “We’ll talk. Later.” He backed up, intending to turn away. But that was inadequate. I’ve messed up their flow. I need to try to make that better. Dammit. “Be good, Kelly. And have fun.”

  “Yes Sir,” said Kelly. He wished he could see more of her face. From her voice alone, he didn’t know what she was feeling. Even so, hearing her say “Sir” tugged on his heart, and farther down.

  Good enough. He didn’t want to see what came next. He turned toward the house but stopped. If I’m going to figure out what Kelly wants, I need to stay and watch. Hell, I might even find out something about myself. Now that was scary. Either way, he wanted to know what Roger was up to.

  “I’ll be watching, Kelly,” Tom said. Roger might not appreciate him saying one more thing to the pretty sub, but Roger would have to lump it.

  “Thank you, Sir.” Kelly turned away.

  He walked over to the pool, where Carter had sat back down and was pretending he’d never gotten up. Natalie had stopped swimming and was hanging on the edge of the pool, using it to provide herself with some modesty, he supposed. She’d have to get out sometime, and it was nothing he hadn’t seen a few dozen times anyway. He grabbed a plastic chair and turned it to face Kelly and Tom.

  “Nice evening,” he said.

  “You’re not fooling anyone,” said Carter.

  “Didn’t think I was.”

  Julia had been about to safe word. Well, she’d been about to say “Freeze”, which had been her safe word with Tom. Tom had asked what she wanted to use. Roger had told her—“Pomegranate”—and while she could remember that it hadn’t come to mind fast enough. She took a deep breath. If she had used her safe word with Tom and Roger hadn’t honored it because he didn’t know, she suspected there would have been violence. She had stopped just in time.

  Roger knew what he was doing with the flogger and with his hands. He’d caressed and pinched her nipples to two tight peaks that ached all through the flogging. He’d warmed her back. Moving on to her bottom was entirely logical, she supposed. And that’s what the whole thing was—logical. His touch was expert but clinical and she hadn’t gotten any real impression that he was enjoying himself. The edge in his voice when he told Tom to stay out of the scene was the most emotion she’d sensed from him. She suspected her body would respond a lot faster if she felt his heart was in it. Or if he were Tom.

  She’d never been naked in front of a mixed group before and it made her shiver. Despite the humid warmth of the tropical air, her butt had goose bumps. Roger flicked the flogger across her bare bottom and it stung. She pressed herself against the cross.

  Nothing bad will happen to me. Tom’s watching. She supposed she ought to be taking comfort from the presence of the man actually playing with her, but she barely knew Roger. Tom she knew was safe, but obviously he and Roger hadn’t arranged this in advance. She wondered if he saw it as a betrayal. She’d assumed the men would talk.

  I hadn’t thought this through. The flogger struck her again. She had a hard time relaxing into the blows. She needed to talk to Tom. Maybe I should safe word. But Tom told me to be good. To have fun. She had to trust that he meant it. Besides, he was watching to make sure she obeyed.

  Roger leaned forward, resting his hand on her waist. “You’re not present, little sub. I need you to focus on the sensations. Are your ropes
too tight?”

  “No Sir.” She got the feeling he knew the ropes were fine. He’d checked her circulation shortly before Tom had come out. She’d taken some comfort in his thoroughness.

  “Pay attention to your Dom, little sub.” The tails of the flogger cascaded over her back and trickled down to her rear, not in a blow but a soft caress. Yeah, Roger knew what he was doing, all right.

  “Yes Sir, I’ll be good.” She echoed Tom’s word intentionally.

  “You’ll be rewarded,” Roger said. He patted her bottom.

  She nodded. She wasn’t sure whether that was a good thing or a bad thing.

  He hadn’t done anything to her that Tom hadn’t done before, so far. Tom had taught her how to take the stings and thuds and enjoy them. How to breathe through the discomfort and get to the pleasure. She wasn’t going to embarrass him, or herself now. I can do this.

  Roger flogged her backside with a predictable rhythm, alternating cheeks, catching them with the upswing. It made it easier to fall into a pattern of relaxation, although Tom had always enjoyed throwing in a few surprises. Maybe Roger wasn’t enjoying it at all. But if he didn’t enjoy it, he wouldn’t be doing it. She hadn’t paid their usual fees, and in any case, she’d done her research and knew Roger had a thriving psychotherapy practice, so he wasn’t doing it for the money. Hell, the four Doms were rich enough to buy a whole island. No, Roger was doing this because he wanted to. And Tom wanted her to be good. She started rocking with the beat of the flogger, pushing her ass out for it.

  Focusing on the idea that Tom was watching made it easier, although the uncertainty between them still knotted up her gut. But the flogging warmed her, and soon built a different kind of tension deep in her core. Her pussy tingled. She didn’t want to be so responsive to a stranger but she couldn’t help her reaction.

  A sudden bare-handed swat on her left cheek made her jump. Roger gave her a squeeze with his big warm hand afterward, and she felt the skin pull at her more delicate nerves.

  Suddenly his body was up against hers, warm and strong. He swatted her again, this time on the right side, with another squeeze. In spite of all her distracted thoughts, she felt a tingle. No matter how clinical Roger was, it was impossible to be naked and bound and touched without getting aroused. She squirmed against the cross, flattening herself against it. Her breasts were pressed on the sides by the hard wooden arms.

  Roger pulled her hips from the welcoming frame and slipped his hand to her mound. His fingers dipped lower. She knew she was wet. She could feel his erection against her ass. Maybe not so clinical after all. The thought warmed her, knowing that she’d been able to affect him even though he was trying to maintain his distance. She wondered if grinding back against him would meet Tom’s definition of “being good”.

  “Stay still,” Roger whispered into her ear. That settled that. He found her clit and rubbed in tight little circles. She wondered how he expected her to stay still while he did that. But she had help—her wrists and ankles were securely bound, and his arm around her pinned her against his body.

  She didn’t want to come for him, but he knew how to massage the nub of nerves between her legs. She teetered on the edge, struggling to stop her body from overriding her heart. She hated Tom making her ask for permission before, but this time she desperately needed to know she had his approval.

  Be good. Have fun. I’ll be watching.

  The tension in her core unraveled all at once and she gasped, making the frame shake as a tremor tore through her body. Roger coaxed another shudder from her and then she sagged against the cross. It wasn’t the best orgasm she’d ever had, but she closed her eyes and let herself bask in it for a moment.

  If ever she wanted to roll over and go to sleep after sex, it was now. But it was impossible to sleep tied to the cross. I should want to return the favor, she thought. Roger was still hard against her. She didn’t want to “be good”. She didn’t even know what that meant right now. What she had done, or had done to her, certainly didn’t match any definition of being good she’d been taught. I was tied up. Helpless. I didn’t have a choice. She knew it was only sort of true, but it was still comforting.

  But if Roger tries to fuck me, I’m going to safe word. Fair or not.

  He didn’t. He knelt down and untied the bonds around her ankles. The sudden absence of his body’s warmth was disorienting, and she was surprised to be reassured when he stood back up again and touched her shoulder. She hadn’t even begun to sort out her emotions, but either way, she’d been tied up, flogged and made to come. She wasn’t ready to be alone.

  He untied her wrists in a matter of moments and she collapsed into his arms. After being bound for half an hour, her muscles didn’t want to work. He sat down, cradling her in his lap, and started massaging her wrists and ankles. There too he knew what he was doing. All the right touches. A look of tender caring. But no passion.

  She looked over at Tom. His gaze was intense, almost as if he were trying to communicate something to her with the force of his mind. When Carter said something to him his gaze didn’t waver, and he wasn’t looking at Natalie, who had emerged from the house bearing a tray of drinks. Even when Natalie bent down to offer him one, her breasts swaying, he didn’t look away.

  If I were a guy, I would look at that. She tried to think back at him, wishing there was a good way to communicate. Somehow yelling out seemed out of the question. I want to talk to you.

  Then Roger looked at Tom and shook his head. It hadn’t been her Tom had been trying to reach with his meaningful look. She saw Tom’s hands clench in frustration. He got up and walked toward them.

  She wanted to be in his arms but she shook her head at him. She wouldn’t have them fighting over her, no matter what. It was an ego boost to think they might, even sexy, but her life was dedicated to stopping that sort of thing, not to instigating it. She would have done almost anything to chase away the sad look that came over his face when she told him no. He turned and walked inside.

  Dammit.

  * * * * *

  Maybe they thought he was running, but Tom had never run from anything before and he wasn’t about to start now. But there was no shame in a strategic retreat, especially when there was intelligence to gather before he made his next move. He’d planned and executed counter-insurgency operations during the wars, and he knew the importance of knowledge and preparation.

  Tom went upstairs and memorized every word and ranking on Kelly’s application. Then, satisfied he was informed and had settled down, he went back downstairs to check on Roger and Kelly. Already he regretted letting them out of his sight.

  Kelly and he had never made any agreement not to see other people, nor had he ever thought one had been implied. If she had asked, he probably would have refused. He’d never lived his life that way. Now he regretted it. If Kelly had made that promise to him, he knew she would have kept it. He trusted her. But he couldn’t blame her for what was going on with Roger. He’d never offered her exclusivity and he didn’t have a right to expect or assume it.

  Theoretically, the same held for Roger. When women came to Submission Island, they usually ended up playing with more than one of the Doms, often at the same time. It helped enforce the whole no-strings-attached mentality. Women came for a fantasy vacation that let them leave behind the real world—and that they could leave behind when they left.

  But Roger should have known that the identity of the new arrival mattered to him. Roger spent his life prying into the heads of other people. He damn well should have known.

  When Tom got back downstairs, however, Kelly and Roger were gone. Natalie had taken Kelly’s place on the cross, although Carter had positioned her facing out. A silver chain dangled from clamps attached to Natalie’s nipples. Natalie had eyes only for her Dom, and didn’t even notice Tom. He considered asking Carter where the other two were, but didn’t want to interrupt their intimate moment, even if they had chosen a rather public place for it.

  There were
n’t very many places Kelly and Roger could have gone. He checked the path into the jungle. It had rained the day before and, even though he wasn’t as expert a tracker as Carter, he knew he would be able to tell if anyone had sloshed into the forest recently. He was right, and someone had, but the prints were clear. The only person who had entered the jungle since the rain wore tennis shoes, not Roger’s heavy boots. Natalie presumably, looking at botanical specimens. A professional biologist, on her first trip to Submission Island she had even found a unique moth that now bore her name.

  He walked back in. They weren’t in the kitchen or the dining area or the living room, and a look down toward the dock showed they weren’t there either and the boat was in place, which left the dungeon or upstairs in the bedrooms.

  Tom wasn’t sure which idea he liked least. Either way, he wasn’t going to go bursting in, even though he wanted to. He walked back out to the pool and settled in to watch Carter and Natalie.

  A lot of people thought that BDSM was all about the toys, but other than the clamps, Carter wasn’t using any. He still had Natalie on the edge, panting. He used his fingernails to make lines of pink that quickly faded on her thighs and stomach. Quick, light slaps helped overload her with sensations. A soft caress maintained her arousal without pushing her over the edge.

  “Please fuck me,” Natalie said at last.

  Music to a Dom’s ears. And she asked so nicely. Carter obliged and Tom looked away. He’d seen other people having sex before lots of times and he wasn’t a prude, but he thought he should let Natalie and Carter have their moment. Maybe I’m sensitive right now too. Instead, he got up and stripped off. The water beckoned. He knew from experience that exercising helped him keep his cool. A few fast laps would do him some good. The pool wasn’t huge, but it was big enough to get some exercise in.

  He’d only been at it a few minutes when Roger came out and sat down on one of the lounge chairs. In a few seconds, Roger managed to affect the appearance of complete relaxation. Tom suspected he was doing it to piss him off—as if Roger hadn’t already done enough to accomplish that.