BDSM Connections - The Complete 4 Novel Series

by Claire Thompson

  And while he enjoyed the power rush of making the woman climax in the process, he realized now it had always been about him. About his power, his ability, his accomplishment.

  Yet with Shea, somehow it had been different. He’d wanted to make her first time something special, not as an extension of his ego, but because she’d honored him—honored the two of them—with the gift of her virginity just as much as she had with the gift of her submission. Her trust was so simple and so honest, and he’d been touched in a way no other woman had reached him before.

  But there was even more to it. Shea had linked them together in a way that went beyond just two trainers working with the same sub. That was a linear experience, a straight line with a Dom on either end, the sub in the center. But tonight had been something different, more like a circle in which all three of them had moved, joined by the power of the shared experience, connected by an intimacy that was new for Zach.

  “That was pretty fucking intense,” Steve agreed. He took a swig of beer. “I guess we just take things one step at a time, and see where we go from here.”

  “Yeah,” Zach replied. “We can call Shea in the morning, once she’s had a night to sleep on it. Let’s meet her for breakfast or something and see where she’s at with all this. Could be she wants to keep things strictly professional and continue exclusively with dungeon training.”

  “That is something we have to consider. And if that’s what she wants, we would have to respect her wishes,” Steve said, his face difficult to read.

  Zach’s shoulders lifted in their customary shrug, but he stopped himself. Whatever had started up there in the bedroom, he didn’t want to ruin it with his usual who-gives-a-shit-what-happens attitude. “Yeah,” he agreed. “But I sure hope that’s not the case. I want more with her, however that plays out between the three of us.”

  “Me, too,” Steve agreed with a fervency that surprised Zach. “A lot more.”

  ~*~

  That Saturday morning Shea jogged along the streets of her neighborhood in her new running shoes, filled with a vibrant energy she needed to work off. She could still feel the slight tear at the entrance of her pussy from the initial penetration, but that only served to remind her of what had transpired the night before and, as such, she cherished the sting.

  She used to run regularly, but had lost the habit somewhere along the way. It felt good to be outside, moving her body, the body that had been claimed by two amazing guys. The blissful feelings of the night before had followed her into sleep and had remained upon waking. Beneath them were wonder and confusion.

  Having spent her entire adult life trying to avoid the drama of a relationship, she had suddenly dived headlong into…into what? She couldn’t lie to herself anymore—whatever had happened last night between the three of them, it was more than just another training exercise. It was about way more than just losing her virginity. That was for damn sure.

  Her cell phone vibrated on the sports band she wore around her arm, and she glanced at it, her heart doing a flip-flop when she saw who it was. Coming to an abrupt halt, she pulled her phone from the slot and read the message.

  “Good morning, Shea. Zach and I hope you slept well. We were thinking it would be a good idea if we three got together to talk. Are you up for breakfast or lunch?”

  Eagerly, Shea texted back. “Sure. Either is fine. Nothing on my schedule today.”

  “Okay,” came back the rapid reply. “How about let’s meet for breakfast at ten? You pick the place and we’ll meet you there.”

  The guys were already sitting across from each other in the booth at the diner Shea had selected, glasses of orange juice and mugs of coffee in front of them. Shea slid into the booth next to Steve and said breathlessly, “Sorry I’m late. My stupid car wouldn’t start again.”

  “That old Taurus?” Zach asked.

  Shea nodded. “It’s always acting up. I swear it’s in the shop more than in my parking lot. I’ll probably have to bite the bullet soon and buy a new car, but my lease is up soon, and they always raise the darn rent, so I want to wait and see how much of a hit that’ll be.”

  Aware she was babbling, Shea was relieved when the waitress appeared with a carafe of coffee in her hand and gestured toward Shea’s empty mug. As the waitress filled her cup, Shea picked up the menu to glance through it.

  “You all ready to order?” the waitress asked.

  “How about you, Shea?” Zach asked. “Do you need more time?”

  “No,” Shea said, closing the menu. “I’ll have the fresh fruit platter.” Shockingly, she wasn’t forcing herself to “be good” in front of the guys. She genuinely didn’t want the big, gooey carb fest of a huge stack of pancakes with a side of bacon that she would have normally ordered. Since she’d met Steve and Zach, her appetite seemed to have vanished. Or, not vanished, but changed. She was actually eating only when hungry, rather than for comfort or distraction. She walked past the cookie and ice cream aisles at the supermarket, opting instead for fish, fresh fruit and vegetables.

  Zach had no such reservations, and he ordered two eggs over-easy plus blueberry pancakes with a side of ham. Steve asked for scrambled eggs and toast.

  “So,” Steve said, “other than the car, how are you this morning, Shea?”

  “I’m good, thanks,” she said, unable to stop the smile that leaped to her face as she looked from Steve to Zach. “Last night was amazing,” she gushed before she could stop herself. Heat licked at her cheeks, and she looked down at her coffee, suddenly afraid she’d been over-forward.

  Steve moved closer to her on the booth bench, while Zach reached across the table and placed his hand on hers. “It was pretty amazing for us, too, Shea,” he said softly.

  She lifted her gaze to meet his. He was smiling at her. “Steve and I have been talking it over, and we agree we want to expand your training to include sexual service. Last night made it pretty clear this isn’t a typical trainers/trainee relationship.”

  Shea nodded, her pulse picking up speed.

  Steve spoke. “We want to explore our relationship with you beyond sessions in the dungeon. But we get that you might not be comfortable with that. You know, ‘the drama’ of it all.” He made quotation marks in the air with his index fingers.

  In spite of herself, Shea laughed, some of her tension easing away. “I want more, too,” she admitted. Drama or no, Shea had come too far to turn back now. What would her girlfriends think if they knew she was falling not just for two guys but two Masters? And even more astoundingly, they might be falling for her, too?

  After breakfast, Shea followed the guys to their house, having eagerly agreed to an impromptu session. She was both nervous and excited to leap into the sexual service aspect of submission, though not one hundred percent certain what she had signed up for. She definitely wanted more of those astounding orgasms, but beyond that, she wanted to serve these two amazing men. She wanted to please them and make them proud.

  Once inside, the guys led Shea down to the dungeon. Though still a little self-conscious, she obediently stripped at the door. She was intrigued when both the guys stripped as well, though they stopped before removing their underwear.

  They directed Shea to a padded mat in the center of the dungeon and had her kneel, back straight, hands resting lightly on her thighs, her knees spread to indicate accessibility.

  Master Zach wore white boxers that hugged his small ass and muscular thighs, while Sir Stephen sported black bikini briefs that accentuated the sexy bulge at his crotch. She couldn’t decide which of the guys was hotter.

  “For this session, we’ll begin your training in oral sex,” Sir Stephen said. “Am I correct in assuming that, apart from last night, you’ve never worshiped a man’s cock?”

  Until last night, Shea had never even seen a man’s cock, except in videos and photographs, much less worshiped one. “Yes, Sir,” she replied, her stomach fluttering.

  “Master Zach has generously agreed to allow you to begin training
on him, while I offer instruction.” Sir Stephen and Master Zach flashed conspiratorial grins at one another. “Since you’re so new to this, we’ll start with the basics and work up from there. For now, just focus on getting used to the feel of a man’s cock in your mouth.”

  Master Zach moved closer until he was standing directly in front of Shea, his crotch only inches from her face. Sir Stephen stood beside the two of them, close enough to reach down and touch Shea.

  “First,” Sir Stephen directed, “you must ask for permission to worship your Master’s cock. You will begin by kneeling forward to kiss the tops of your Master’s feet. Then you will kneel back into position and say, ‘Please, Sir, may I worship your cock?’”

  Shea hesitated. “Now, Sir?” she asked.

  “Now,” Sir Stephen affirmed.

  Shifting on the mat, Shea leaned forward and lowered herself until her head was just above Master Zach’s bare feet. Feeling at once a little ridiculous and a lot thrilled, she touched her lips to the tops of his feet, one at a time.

  Kneeling back on the mat, she looked up at Master Zach and said, hoping she got the words right, “Please, Sir, may I worship your cock?”

  “Yes,” Master Zach replied. “You may.”

  Now what?

  She looked to Sir Stephen, who said, “Your next task is to remove your Master’s underwear. You will fold them neatly and place them on the floor beside him.”

  Taking a deep breath, Shea leaned forward and reached for the elastic waistband of Master Zach’s boxers. She pulled them past his narrow hips and down his muscular legs, unable to stop the slight tremble in her fingers as she did so.

  Even in a semi-erect state, his cock seemed huge to her. It was hard to believe she had accommodated that thing inside her. Was she really supposed to suck it? She glanced helplessly toward Sir Stephen.

  “Now kiss the head of his cock,” Sir Stephen instructed in a patient voice that calmed her a little. “Just a light, closed mouth kiss of respect, and then thank him for his permission.”

  Heart beating a mile a minute, Shea leaned close and touched the spongy crown of Master Zach’s cock with her lips. The scent of his musk shot directly to her cunt, which ached with the muscle memory from the night before. She wanted him to fuck her again, then and there on the dungeon floor, and her pussy actually spasmed with need.

  “Thank you, Sir,” she managed in a hoarse voice. She cleared her throat.

  “Now gently cradle his balls in your hands.” As he spoke, Sir Stephen placed his hand lightly on Shea’s shoulder. Shea couldn’t help noticing his hard-on.

  She reached tentatively for Master Zach’s balls and cupped them lightly in her palms. They were warm and soft, like furry plums that shifted beneath his skin. As she touched him, his shaft stiffened and elongated, the head nudging her cheek.

  Startled, she jerked back, his balls still caught in her hands.

  Master Zach placed a firm hand on her head. “Hey, careful with the family jewels,” he said. “No squeezing allowed.”

  “Oh!” Shea cried, embarrassed. “Sorry.” She loosened her grip, her face burning.

  “Let’s try that again, shall we?” Sir Stephen said. “Eventually this ritual will become second nature to you. But for now, I’ll continue to guide you through the process from the beginning. You will start by kissing your Master’s feet as a signal that you wish to serve him in some way. Then you will ask if you may worship his cock. Once he gives permission, you will remove his underwear, fold it neatly and place it on the floor by his feet. Then you will kiss the head of his cock as a gesture of respect, and thank him verbally for his permission.”

  “Yes, Sir,” Shea replied, rapidly reviewing his instructions in her head and praying that she got them right.

  Master Zach, meanwhile, had pulled his boxers back into place, though his now fully erect penis strained at the fly.

  Feeling slightly silly, Shea leaned down once more and kissed the tops of his feet. She asked for permission to worship his cock, and it was granted.

  It was harder to get his boxers off this time, his huge cock catching in the confines of the fabric. Shea waited for Sir Stephen to rebuke her for her clumsiness, but to her relief, he said nothing as she managed to get the boxers down Master Zach’s legs.

  Then Shea leaned forward again and once more kissed the crown of Master Zach’s shaft with her lips. “Thank you for permission, Sir.”

  “You’re welcome, S.”

  It was the first time Master Zach had used her first initial instead of her name, and the usage had the effect of sending her directly to a calmer, more submissive headspace.

  “Now cradle his balls, gently this time,” Sir Stephen directed.

  Shea cupped the heavy, delicate balls in her hands.

  “Better,” Sir Stephen said. “Now you may worship Master Zach’s cock. Just the head for now.”

  Praying she didn’t make a fool of herself, Shea stuck out her tongue and tentatively touched the surprisingly silky-soft flesh. She ran her tongue in a circle around it and then brought her lips experimentally over the tip of the massive cock, wondering how she’d ever take the whole thing into her mouth. As she licked across the top of his cock, she encountered something gooey. Startled, she pulled back and made a face, belatedly realizing what she’d tasted must be pre-come, which she knew from her reading acted as a lubricant during intercourse.

  “Back in position, S,” Sir Stephen snapped. “Nobody told you to stop.”

  “I’m sorry, Sir,” Shea said, embarrassed.

  “Apology accepted, but since you interrupted the rhythm of the process, you will begin again. You’ll start by kissing the tops of your Master’s feet and continue with the rest of the ritual. We’ll keep at it until you get it right.”

  Shea bit back a frustrated retort that she didn’t want to start over. She wasn’t even sure she wanted to continue with this exercise. Master Zach’s cock was obviously too big for her mouth. It was better suited for her pussy. She would have rather they returned to Sir Stephen’s bedroom for a repeat performance of the night before.

  Yet, if she were honest, beneath her impatience and frustration, she truly wanted to please her Masters. She would try again, and hopefully this time she would do better.

  She finally managed to get through the initial steps of the exercise without any hitches. She began to lick and suckle the head of Master Zach’s cock while gently cradling his soft, heavy balls.

  Sir Stephen tapped her shoulder. “That’s good,” he said. “Now move your head slowly forward, taking more of the shaft into your mouth. Your ultimate goal is to take the entire length of your Master’s cock into your throat.”

  I’ll never be able to do that, Shea thought, but she opened her mouth wider as she brought her head slowly forward over Master Zach’s thick shaft.

  It filled her mouth, pressing on her tongue so that she gagged reflexively. Startled, she pulled her head back, her hands falling away from his balls. For one horrible moment, she feared Sir Stephen would make her start the ritual again from the beginning.

  To her relief, he only placed his hand gently on the back of her head. “Place your hands behind your back so you can focus better on Master Zach’s cock.” Sir Stephen waited a moment as Shea complied, and then continued, “This is as much a mental exercise as it is physical, S. It’s about accepting what is given to you by your Master, even when to do so is hard for you. Now, take your time as you move forward. Open your throat and give yourself a chance to adjust.”

  Grateful for their patience, Shea tried again. She took a few inches of Master Zach’s cock into her mouth and closed her lips gently around it. She could feel the pulse of his vein against her tongue. This wasn’t so bad. In fact, it was pretty damn sexy to be naked and on her knees with a gorgeous man’s cock in her mouth. She could do this!

  Encouraged, she took more of the shaft into her mouth. She resisted the urge to gag, consciously trying to open her throat, though she didn’t r
eally know what that meant. She stroked the underside of Master Zach’s cock with her tongue as she slid her lips up and down the top half of his cock.

  Master Zach groaned quietly and thrust forward, just a little. But it was enough to activate Shea’s gag reflex. Instinctively she started to pull back, but Sir Stephen’s hand, which had remained on the back of her head, held her in place.

  “Work through it, S,” he said. “Accept the gift of your Master’s cock.”

  Shea struggled to swallow the saliva that had pooled in her open mouth. Her jaw was tired and her knees ached. She was ready to move on to something else, but apparently that wasn’t an option. Trying to harness her submissive grace, Shea inched her head forward to take in more of the huge, hard shaft.

  She gagged again, but managed not to rear back, the gentle pressure of Sir Stephen’s hand helping her to remain in place. This time, when Master Zach thrust slowly forward, Shea was able to accommodate his girth without gagging. He moved forward until the head of his cock pushed past her soft palate and made contact with the back of her throat.

  This time she did gag. Sir Stephen held her in place both with his hand on the back of her head, and his words. “Stay with it, S. Try not to resist your Master’s will. Focus on acceptance and submission. This is where you belong, naked and on your knees, your Master’s cock down your throat.”

  The truth of Sir Stephen’s words resonated in Shea’s core, pulling a moan from somewhere deep inside her. She opened her eyes, focusing them for a moment on Sir Stephen, who looked down at her with an intense stare, as if he were willing her with every particle of his being to succeed. She shifted her gaze from Sir Stephen to Master Zach, whose eyes were closed, lips parted, his face a study in raw desire.

  Yes, this was where she belonged. This was exactly where she needed to be.

  Master Zach reached for Shea’s face, cupping her cheekbones with his palms. He began to move, pulling his cock from her throat and then slowly pushing it back again.