Raising the Bar

by Marie Harte

  The click of the door closing and locking behind him sounded overloud in the otherwise silent room.

  “You’re late,” Freddy said. But this Freddy wasn’t the same woman he’d fucked just yesterday. The petite bombshell had been replaced by a siren wearing black patent-leather, thigh-high boots, a corset exposing her pussy and breasts, and dark black makeup that gave her a goth-gone-sexy look. All of it gave him the hard-on from hell. Just like the one mashed against his ass.

  “She’s Mistress tonight,” Harper murmured in his ear and nipped it. “And I’m Master, or Sir. Got it?”

  “Oh shit. You two want to play.” Dylan started laughing, needing the relief the fantasy would give. “Why the hell not?”

  Harper sighed. “Discipline is coming your way, boy.” He stripped Dylan out of his clothes while ordering him to keep his gaze fixed on Freddy—Mistress. And fixate he did. God, her tits were so firm—not large, but plump enough that he couldn’t wait to get his mouth over her rosy nipples. He wanted to cup her breasts and feast, to forget his troubles as he indulged in the sexy woman who wanted him. Because she did, and her lust and affection, no matter how light it might be, mattered.

  They had so much in common. Despite his more conservative attire and her tattoos and piercing, they liked much of the same things. They hated country music, liked art and the theater, and especially liked watching Harper get off. He’d actually met her brother at the annual Halloween party thrown downtown, and he liked the guy.

  Dylan didn’t mind her working at the club, because he believed her when she said she’d taken a chance on him and Harper. She really didn’t fuck around where she worked, and he could more than appreciate that. To say Harper had a thing for her was stating the obvious. But acknowledging he felt the same fascination—and, dare he say, affection—surprised him.

  Harper finished stripping him naked with minimal fuss and turned Dylan around.

  “Jesus.” Dylan stared at his lover’s chiseled perfection. Harper wore nothing but a pair of black leather chaps, exposing his flushed erection and that incredible set of abs.

  Harper led him to a set of chains dangling from the ceiling in the corner of the room. On closer inspection, he saw chains on the floor as well. And his stiff dick grew even harder.

  Harper reached around to grip him, and Dylan moaned and sagged against him.

  “That’s good, boy. You’re hard. But you’re not there yet.” He dragged Dylan to the chains, and Dylan found it hard to breathe.

  He, Harper and Freddy had talked about bondage, a kink he’d always wanted to try. They seemed to like it well enough. After a detailed and lengthy discussion with the pair, he’d assumed they’d one day experiment together. But to know this would be the night… His excitement made it hard to do anything but breathe.

  Harper took advantage of his bemusement and proceeded to cuff him by the wrists and ankles while Freddy watched. Then Harper adjusted the slack, so that Dylan stood like a human X, his arms taut but not too tight.

  “Move your hands and legs. Try to wiggle free,” Freddy ordered.

  He did so and got slapped on the ass for it. “Shit.” He glared at Harper over his shoulder.

  “You’re given an order, first you answer, ‘Yes, Mistress’ or ‘Yes, Sir’. Got it?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Dylan clenched his ass, trying to ward off the sting, while at the same time embracing it. Oh hell, he liked it. He’d found his secret kink.

  “Well?” Freddy frowned at him, and he wanted to kiss her. She was hot.

  Another slap across his other buttock.

  Fuck. “Yes, Mistress.” He pulled at the chains and found he couldn’t move. Damn if he wasn’t totally turned on. His feet were spread wide, his arms as well. He was helpless, at the mercy of two masters dressed in Dom gear. Man, he wanted to photograph this moment and never forget it. “Shouldn’t I have a safe word?”

  “How about shrink?” Harper answered with a laugh.

  “Dick.” He was loving this.

  “I think our boy needs some instruction, Mistress.” Harper stroked his ass with a calloused hand. “I remember what you told us before, boy.” Harper turned to Freddy. “Perhaps the crop, Mistress?”

  She nodded. “I agree.” She bent over to rummage in the chest at the foot of the bed, and Dylan groaned. She wasn’t wearing anything covering her ass, and he stared at her lovely cheeks, no doubt pushed back at him to taunt him.

  “Ah, I found it.” She stood with what looked like a riding crop in her hand. Then she crossed to him and stroked the felt tip over his cock.

  It felt like soft fingers trailing over his shaft, and he tried to increase the friction by arching into it.

  She ran it over him, under him, and across his sac, and he swore as she flicked the soft fabric tip over his belly. God, he wanted to come. He needed it.

  “I think our boy needs to be filled, Master Harper.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” Dylan agreed readily.

  She lightly slapped the crop over his dick and he nearly spilled. “I was talking to your master.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” he said on a groan.

  And then Harper was there, prodding his ass cheeks apart and slicking a good bit of lube over him. In him.

  “Please, Harper. Master Harper,” he hurried to correct himself. “God, I need you.” You, not this. A slip of the tongue? No, just the truth.

  Harper didn’t answer, but he did push something thick inside Dylan’s ass. He gripped Dylan’s waist and grunted as he continued to wedge a thick cock inside Dylan’s passage. At their angle, it was uncomfortable, and yet it felt amazing with Freddy watching and stroking Dylan’s dick with that crop.

  He panted with desire as Harper filled him up and then started fucking him in earnest.

  “He’s full. Needing to release, hmm, boy?” Freddy asked, her voice husky and her eyes bright with desire as she watched him.

  “Yes, Mistress. God, I fucking need you,” he moaned and closed his eyes.

  She smacked his cock and he swore. “Watch me, boy. Don’t close your eyes.”

  Harper continued to pound into him, and then Freddy leaned closer and licked Dylan’s belly. He clamped down on Harper, unable to help himself.

  Harper groaned. “Do that again.”

  Not sure if Harper had spoken to Freddy or himself, Dylan answered, “Yes, Sir,” and clenched him again.

  Freddy continued to lick, and she moved down. And down. Until her clever tongue slid over his cock and she took him inside her mouth.

  “Please, Mistress. Fuck, I’m going to come. Oh yeah.” He swore if she hadn’t ordered him to watch her, his eyes would have rolled up into his head. He tugged on the chains at his wrists and ankles, but he couldn’t move, and that powerlessness aroused him unbearably.

  He was at their mercy. Their hungry, carnal mercy.

  She pulled away from him and nuzzled his groin, rubbing her cheek against him. “Shall I suck you some more, boy? Shall I let you come down my throat?”

  Harper’s hands gripped his waist hard enough to bruise, and he stopped thrusting. “Answer her.”

  “Yes, Mistress. Yes, Sir. Let me come, please.”

  “That was pretty, boy. Or should I say, slave?” Freddy put her mouth around his cock before he could answer, and he jerked forward just as Harper pushed him.

  Before Dylan could breathe, a huge rush of ecstasy tore through him, and he cried out as he came down her throat.

  Harper continued to pump furiously while Dylan’s orgasm owned him.

  And then Harper jerked and swore and left a mess inside Dylan, one that started trickling out his ass and down his thigh as Harper thrust in and out again. No condom.

  Dylan clenched harder and moaned, “Yes, inside me. Oh God.”

  Harper grunted and finally withdrew. He left, only to return to join Freddy in front of Dylan. He had a rag and was cleaning his dick, that big, naked stalk of flesh still half-hard and pearling at the tip. Pushing Freddy to her hands an
d knees, he knelt behind her and donned a condom.

  “She’s mine,” Harper growled, and with a slow, deliberate pace, he slid inside her. “Watch as I fuck her pussy. She’s all mine, boy.” He worked Freddy over while she touched herself, and Dylan watched them without blinking, thoroughly turned on as his lovers fucked while wearing those sexy getups. His own personal fantasy played out in front of him.

  When Harper came again, Freddy came with him. Both cried out and shook, and Dylan wanted nothing more than to join them, hard once more.

  They left to clean up and returned still in costume. They smiled and laughed with one another, but when they rejoined him, they no longer looked amused.

  “You need discipline, boy, don’t you think?” Harper asked.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “And you need us to instill it, don’t you?” Freddy asked softly.

  Not just anyone could make him feel this way. Even if he’d been sexually starved enough to consider letting someone else chain him up, he’d have balked at that “yes Sir, no Sir” crap. Dylan didn’t kowtow to anyone. At least, no one apart from Harper and Freddy. With these two, Dylan’s heart filled and stayed full.

  “Yeah, I do. I need you. Both of you.” More than he could say.

  Freddy must have seen what she needed to, because she nodded to Harper, and he released Dylan from his chains.

  Then they led Dylan to the bed.

  “Ah, don’t I get to clean up?” he asked, aware of Harper’s seed dripping down his legs. He should have felt alarmed or even messy, but instead he felt claimed. A sense of belonging to these two special people, at a confusing time in his life when nothing else seemed to make sense.

  “No,” Harper and Freddy answered at the same time and nudged him toward the bed. He fell into it gratefully and waited for them to join him. Harper leaned over him, looked him over, then nodded. Freddy did the same. Then they crept into bed with him and started petting him.

  To his surprise, his lids grew heavy, and the drain of the day took its toll. “I’m not a damn dog.”

  Freddy laughed. “No, you’re not, are you? Though I wouldn’t mind you in a collar.”

  Harper groaned. “Oh man. I was just starting to settle down. You’ve got me hard again. The doc in a collar. A dream come true.”

  Dylan grinned and closed his eyes, comforted and at peace.

  Some time later, he felt pure pleasure between his legs. A firm mouth sucked him deep, and he knew Harper sat between his legs and pleasured him. Freddy ran kisses over his face and settled on his mouth. And while Harper took him to new heights of desire, Freddy eased the lonely hollow in his chest, caressing and caring without words.

  He moaned his climax and soon after drifted into sleep again, aware of warm bodies caging him once more.

  Freddy sighed and stared down at the men she’d come to love, impossible as it was to believe. Harper was everything she’d once thought and more. Giving, caring, arousing. Watching him take Dylan had been an experience in pleasure. He was so selfless, so thoughtful.

  He held Dylan tight, as if, like her, he feared losing their doc, as she now thought of him. Dylan had seemed tense when he’d entered the room, as if the weight of the world sat on his shoulders. She knew he came from a tight-knit family, and that lately he’d been having some problems with them. But that was all he’d say, and like Harper, she understood some of what he must be going through.

  When Brian had moved away years ago, she’d been devastated. He was her best friend, her confidant. And the one person who truly knew what emotional hell her father had put her through growing up. Their mother still, unfathomably, loved the judge. Why? Freddy and Brian couldn’t say. Oh, their father was handsome, but he was so cold. So bitter and domineering. An asshole of the first order, a man more in to himself and his social status than his family.

  With Brian Senior, appearances always came first. No doubt he’d love Dylan and despise Harper. Dylan had class, money, looks and an academic mindset. Harper worked with his hands in a blue-collar world. No matter that he had a college degree and had risen swiftly through the ranks to become the city planner’s right-hand man. Or that he’d owned and sold his own construction companies not once, but twice, and made a tidy profit both times. All Brian Senior would see was what the public noted. And God forbid anyone realize Freddy loved two men.

  She still couldn’t get over that. In love with Harper, she could see. She’d known him for a long time, and the sex between them put everything into perspective. He didn’t judge. He knew about her and liked what he knew. No, loved what he knew. With Dylan, however, she was taking a huge chance.

  He was new to the world of the misunderstood. Although him being open about his bisexuality gave her high hopes, having more than one partner was still a big deal. Not many would accept it. Hell, could he accept it? She still worried that he considered her a plaything. With Harper he seemed to have started a real relationship. Although they all got on so well together, she knew tough times remained ahead. But how to deal with them when Dylan still hadn’t opened up about how he felt?

  And why should he? The rational side of her mind cautioned that she and Harper had moved too fast, too soon. They barely knew Dylan. But they did know him. His wants and dreams, how he loved his family. He hated to lose at anything, so allowing them the ability to control him tonight had been a big deal.

  The next step in hers and Harper’s courtship would be to introduce him to their families. But wasn’t that rushing it? For that matter, would Dylan ever show them off to his family? And what about the problems he was having with his mother? Would he tell her about them? Harper had mentioned Dylan was going through some stuff, but Dylan hadn’t said boo about it.

  She sighed and stared at the bedside clock, wishing she could get to sleep.

  It seemed as though her wish had come true just as Dylan shook her awake.

  “Hmm?”

  He kissed her, then kissed Harper. “I have to go. Family crap. But I’ll be back soon. I’ll call you.” He left before she could think to detain him.

  She tried to dodge the hands reaching for her and instead was mashed against a strong chest. “Harper?” Oh man, morning breath. She closed her mouth.

  “Don’t move,” Harper murmured in a drowsy voice. “Yeah, just spread wide.” He moved her completely on top of him and angled her over his thick cock, then pulled her down.

  Dewy soft, she accepted him all the way in. The slow, steady coupling increased in pace as Harper rocked her hips over him. She sat up and looked down at deep, dark eyes filled with love.

  “That’s it, baby. Ride me. Oh yeah. Just like that.” He continued to glide in and out as she moved, until she slammed herself over him, needing more. His thumb found her clit, and he rubbed her into an explosive orgasm, joining her soon after.

  When she caught her breath again, it was to the realization that he’d come in her without a condom for the first time.

  “Fuck. Your pussy is golden.” He groaned and shifted, and she still felt him thick and full inside her. “Oh damn. I’m sorry, baby. I came in you, didn’t I?”

  She just stared at him. “You don’t sound sorry.”

  His naughty grin warmed her. “I’m not. Not at all. I like being inside you without barriers.”

  “Me too.”

  “But I should have asked.” He paused. “Any chance I just made a little Harper?”

  She swore he sounded hopeful. “Sorry, no. I’m on birth control.”

  “Too bad. I’ll have to try harder next time. I know I can get through if I fuck you hard enough.”

  She snickered and leaned over him, listening to his racing heart. The thought of having a baby with Harper or Dylan gave her warm fuzzies, another sign she knew she had it bad for both men. Then she said what he hadn’t. “He left us.”

  “To go to his family.” Harper blew out a breath and stroked her hair. “Remember. He’s new to this. We have to take it slow.”

  “I hate slo
w.”

  “Slow sucks.”

  “Sucks ass.”

  He paused. “I wish you’d suck ass.”

  She pulled one of his chest hairs and grinned at his wince. “Back at ya.” Except her joke had her flat on her back in no time. She shrieked. “I didn’t mean now, you Neanderthal.”

  He laughed. “Well, you should have said so.” He pushed a lock of her hair from her eyes. “How about we get cleaned up and go back to my place? You can cook me something. I’m starving.”

  “Men,” she grumbled, feeling better about life, even if it felt like Dylan had deserted them. “When will you people learn to cook for yourselves?”

  They showered, cleaned up the place and left the dungeon behind. The weather had turned nice, and though cool, the sunny sky invited love and laughter. A sense that all things were possible if one believed it badly enough.

  Freddy promised to cook Harper a great big breakfast of pancakes and bacon, leading the lamb back to the slaughter. Or rather, to her brother’s house to introduce him. The last time they’d been by to drop off decorations, Brian hadn’t been home. He’d be home this morning.

  “Oh man. Freddy, you could have warned me.” Harper ran a hand through his sandy hair, and she liked that he looked like he needed a cut and hadn’t shaved. Harper wore mean like a shadow, even if he was a great big teddy bear. So it was no surprise that when she introduced him to Brian, Brian seemed skeptical.

  “Seriously? You’re not one of the bouncers at the club, are you?” Brian stood in the doorway of his house and studied the two of them. “The last time she introduced me to her new ‘boyfriend’ he wasn’t real. Just a big dude that smiled a lot and tried to act like he could handle her. I’m still not sure if the Mohawk and piercings were real or just an affectation.”

  “Jeff, right?” Harper shook his head. “Freddy. Really.”

  “Well, Brian was riding my ass about having a boyfriend, and Jeff owed me money.”

  Harper cringed. “That’s even worse. You had to pay him?”