She was reaching for her underwear when she felt him behind her. She was tempted to ignore his presence. She’d just moved to slip the panties over her feet, when the crack of his palm against her ass made a loud sound in the quiet foyer, and heat spread across her bottom.
“Ouch!” She straightened in surprise, her hand going to the sore spot. She turned to look at Liam, but found herself pushed face down over the small table where her clothing was sitting. She didn’t struggle as he pinned her in place, with a hand on the middle of her back. “Master?”
“Did I tell you our scene was over, submissive?” His tone was hard, even as she felt the heat of his body against hers.
“You said training was over tonight, so I assumed it was time for me to get dressed and go.”
“Why would you think that? If I wanted to take you home I would have said so.” He rubbed his hand over her bottom, igniting a fire low in the pit of her belly. She stifled her whimper as she pushed up against his hand. It was always like this. It didn’t matter if it was Liam or Grim, her body responded to both her Master and Sir, at the slightest brush of their fingers against her skin.
“I’m waiting for an answer, Analise.” He reminded her, squeezing her flesh with his hand. “Why did you think it was time to leave?”
“Because it has been every other time. You train me for however long, say that we are done, and then send me home with nothing more than a kiss on the forehead, Liam. Forgive me if I didn’t think this time would be any different.” She didn’t know what had come over her, but by the time she’d finished answering him, she was pissed. She wanted more than just training from Liam. She wanted what they’d promised. The three of them together, loving one another.
She hissed as his hand landed again on her bottom. “But I did not say our scene was over, Analise. Just that the training was done for the night. I have plans for this luscious body, while you talk to Grim on the phone.” He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. “So you can either apologize now and get your punishment out of the way before our phone call, or he can listen to me punish you - instead of listening to your pleas for release.”
“You weren’t sending me home?” She wet her lips, as his long fingers traced the crease of her ass.
“Hell, no. I’m just as horny as you are, and more than that, I am in the mood to tease Grim. I plan on spreading you out on our bed and having you describe to him everything we’re doing. There will be no part of you which won’t feel my teeth, tongue, lips and fingers. Imagine how hot it will be for him since he’s so far away.” His hand left her, after briefly stroking across the closed seam of her pussy lips. “But the choice is yours. We can do that or I can bend you over the foot of the bed and you can count off the swats for Grim.”
She whimpered. If she had her choice she’d rather have the pleasure than the pain, but she had been bad. She’d purposely ignored his command to stop. “Punish me now, Master.”
“How many swats do you get for direct disobedience, piccola?”
“Five, Master.” She slumped her shoulders.
“And how many for insubordination?”
“Three, Master.” She whispered.
“How many does that total, slave?” His tone was cool, brisk, even.
“Eight, Master.” She dropped her head between her outstretched arms, remembering their recent agreement on her punishment for various infractions. If it was one thing she could say about her Master and Sir, they were very up front about what they wanted, how they expected her to act, and what the consequences for disobeying their rules would be.
“Would you agree you’ve earned that many?” He kept his body pressed against hers as he asked the question, his hand still stroking over her.
“Yes, Master.” A gasp left her, as two of his fingers plunged inside of her. “I should’ve stopped and asked - instead of assuming and then ignoring you.”
“Yes, you should have.” His hand left her wet folds “Count off.”
His hand landed on her bottom. Heat and pain jolted up her spine. This definitely wasn’t erotic pain. It was punishment, pure and simple. She’d screwed up and now was paying the price for it.
“One, Master.” The next one landed near but not on top of the first spot. She gritted her teeth, and mumbled the next number.
“If I can’t hear you, it doesn’t count, Analise.” His reminder had her gasping as he swatted her again, sending a fresh wave of fire through her ass.
“Two, Master.” While louder than the last one, she didn’t have time to see if it met his approval, because his hand landed on the other side of her bottom. “Three, Master…” Tears came to her eyes.
By the time she got to eight, tears were streaming down her face and her ass was one flaming hot mass of flesh.
“Good girl. Punishment is over now. All is forgiven.” Liam gathered her up in his arms, carrying her back down the hallway towards the playroom. Burying her face in his neck, she tried to control her sobs. She felt lower than low because she’d failed him.
When he shouldered his way into the master bedroom, she shivered. She wasn’t sure she could handle anymore, but was surprised when he sank on to the bed with her, holding her close. He tugged the throw at the foot of the bed up and over her, while making soothing noises in his throat.
“Master?”
“Hmmm.” His hand rubbed over her back in small circles.
“Do you want me to leave now?”
“No.” He nuzzled her head. “I still want to do as I promised earlier.” He pressed a kiss to her head.
She chewed on her lip, before pulling back far enough to gaze up at him. “You’re not mad anymore?”
He sighed, his eyes calm. “I was never mad, piccola. I would never punish you when I’m angry. That’s when things could go too far, and I could honestly damage you. I was disappointed that you pushed your boundaries in such a way, but I’m not surprised.” He rubbed his thumb over her cheek, wiping away a tear. “It’s not uncommon for new submissives to test their masters, to see how far they can push before their Master reins them back in. Now you’ve found out, and I sincerely doubt you’ll be as quick to cross that line again.”
She shook her head. “No, Master. One spanking like that is enough to make me think twice.”
“Good. Then it accomplished what it was supposed to. Perhaps after Grim comes home, we’ll show you the difference between a spanking meant for punishment and one meant for pleasure.” He pressed a kiss to her temple, before glancing at the heavy gold-faced watch on his wrist. “Now, Grim will be calling shortly, and I want to use some witch hazel on your bottom, so you can enjoy our time together without such a sore bottom.”
She nodded, resting her head on his chest. “Yes, Master.”
Part XVI: The Call
Sinking onto the bed in his hotel room, Grim groaned. It’d been a long day filled with demanding clients and boring meetings, in a hot conference room because of a broken central air. Sweaty from eight hours spent in over ninety degree heat, all he wanted was to take a long cool shower and then go home. Who ever said Atlanta in July was a good time were out of their ever lovin’ mind. He was sticky and crabby. Not only did he feel like he’d been run through a knothole backwards, it’d been a week since he’d slept in his Master’s arms. He wanted to shoot his uncle for fucking up the negotiations with this client, but knew there was no reason to cry over spilt milk. It was what it was, and thankfully he’d managed to save the client’s account.
Glancing at the clock on the bedside table, he groaned. Three minutes until he had to call. He wondered if he had time to shower fast before his nightly talk with his master. Rubbing a hand across the back of his grimy neck, he picked up the phone and texted Liam. Surely his Master wouldn’t mind him showering first.
A moment later a return text came back. Instead of the agreement, he got a rather short ‘no’. So instead of the cool shower he wanted, he stripped down to his boxers, set the phone on the counter next to him, hit the s
peed dial for Liam, and placed it on speakerphone as he filled the sink with warm water. Grabbing a bar of soap and a washcloth, he proceeded to wash the day’s grime away from his body, as he listened to the phone ring on the other end.
A short few rings later, Liam’s voice filled the room.
“Good boy. On time for once.”
“Yes, Master.” He rubbed the cloth over the back of his neck, sighing in pleasure.
“And exactly what are you doing?”
“Washing, Master. Hotter than Hades down here with equally hellish humidity, and the air conditioning in the conference room we were in today was on the fritz.”
“Hence the reason you wanted to wash up first. I’m sorry, inamorato, but I’m an impatient bastard. You’ve been gone too long.”
“I’ve missed you too. I should be on the flight home in the morning, Master.” He dragged the cloth over his chest, brushing the silver nipple rings he’d gotten done for Liam.
“I have someone here who’s missed you just as much, Grim. Say hello to Sir, Analise.”
Grim stilled, his cock filling out ‘til it pressed against the fly of his thin summer underwear.
“Hello, Sir.” Her voice was rough, and it had him wondering what she was doing.
“Analise. How are you?” He pressed his hand against his erection.
“Good, Sir. Recovering from my punishment…but…ah…good.”
His suspicions were roused, as her breathing grew raspier. “Punishment?”
“Yes….I…made an assumption…and Master corrected me….” Her voice caught in a moan.
“What’s going on?” He picked up the phone, wishing he could see through the device.
“Master…” She gasped, her pleasure evident, then she was gone and Liam was speaking softly.
“We’re going to play a game, inamorato. I’m going to pleasure Analise and she’s going to tell you everything I’m doing. Then if you’re a truly good, I’ll have her suck me until we both come. Do you understand?”
He groaned softly his hand squeezing his trapped cock. “Yes, Master.”
“Good, now what are you wearing? I need to make sure my slave is properly attired for our playtime.”
Grim caught his reflection in the mirror, his blond hair tousled clinging to his head in damp ringlets, while his chest was rising and falling heavily as his cock strained the front of his boxers. Even his face was flushed with desire. “Underwear, nothing more, Master.”
“Good. You keep that cock of yours in your drawers until I say otherwise.”
“Yes, Master.”
Then there was a rustling, before he heard Master tell Analise to begin describing where she was.
“Yes, Master. Sir, I’m in your bedroom with Master…” She hissed.
“On the bed I share with Master?” It took him real effort, but he kept his voice steady.
”Yes, Sir…” a low gasp escaped her and trickled through the phone.
“What is he doing to you, Analise? Since I can’t see, give me the words. Tell me.” Grim braced his hands against the counter, wishing more than anything he was in the room with his master and their submissive. He wanted to watch as Liam sent her over the edge.
“Ah…he’s tied me to the bed and….” A low mew filled the hotel room. “…he’s playing with my nipples while sucking on my…neck…”
Grim groaned. It didn’t take much an imagination to picture what she was describing to him. Spread out on the huge bed he shared with Master, restrained for their pleasure as their master hovered over her, coaxing out the most delightful gasps with his mouth. It was enough to have him wanting to pull his cock out and stroke it, until he painted the counter with his seed.
“I bet it feels good. Master is so good with his mouth.”
“Yes…aw…God.” More panting reached his ears, along with the sounds of slurps. It sounded like his Master was eating her alive. Grim could remember the taste of her under his tongue at her office, and again the night she’d promised to be their submissive. She was sweet and tart like his favorite candies.
“What did he tie you up with? The black leather cuffs? Or did he get creative with a couple of my ties?”
“The cuffs…” She gasped out and he groaned. The dark leather cuffs were a favorite of his. Lined with soft sheepskin, they felt wonderful against his wrists, but still looked super sexy.
“How do they make you feel, little one?”
“Sexy but vulnerable,” she gasped.
“So damned responsive.” Master’s voice joined hers, and was so dark with need, it made Grim want to submit. “You should see her, inamorato. Lying across our bed with her arms stretched out above her head and her breasts free to my touch…my lips…and tongue. Then there’s the vibrating egg you love so much, slave.” There was a pause, a low humming noise, followed by a long moan from Analise.
Grim tightened his grip on the counter, as he fought with his need to come right then and there. He knew his devious master well and how Liam loved to torment with the small vibrating egg. He’d felt it on his own nipples more than once, and it was enough to drive Grim out of his mind.
“Damn, she’s already lost to the possibility of pleasure we can offer her. Her head is tossed back, and she’s arching up against the egg. But I’ve done nothing more than tease her pretty little nipples. It makes me wonder if I slipped this between her thighs, would she come for us? Or maybe I should just linger here. She has the most sensitive nipples, slave. She’d take to the clamps as well as you did. I bet if I played with these little hard nubs a bit more, she might even come from just that.”
“Son of a bitch.” He caught his reflection in the mirror, his cheeks flushed as his chest expanded rapidly because of his panting. “Make her want it as much as I do. Make her beg for it.”
“Perhaps I should. She was a naughty little sub earlier, trying to run out on me. Perhaps I should teach her what I taught you so long ago.”
A moan passed Grim’s lips while his knees nearly buckled. He remembered the one and only time he’d tried to run from his Master and the consequences. The man was truly diabolical when it came to teaching.
“Why don’t you tell her what happened, slave? How I made you beg for me.”
“Yes, Master.” Grim drew a deep breath and tried to compose himself. “It was the first time he made me come from flogging, and I was scared of my body’s reaction. The minute he released me from my bonds, I withdrew emotionally. I refused to talk to him, ignored his attempts to discuss the matter, until he dropped me off at home. Then I hightailed it inside, before he could even make it out of the car. I thought I was running to safety, but before I could get the door locked, he pushed his way inside. Right there in the hall of my dinky apartment, he took me to task, first warming my ass for shutting him out, before pinning me to the floor. He tied me to the coat rack in the hall with my own tie.” He hissed at the memory of being stretched out on the hardwood floor, its cool surface against his back and butt as his master stripped him of all of his clothing. Then of the torment as Liam’s mouth had explored every part of his body, even his limp dick, until he was once more hard and begging for release.
“And I showed him how much I loved his body’s response to my flogger. How much I enjoyed seeing, hearing, even feeling his release as he came on my leathers. I wouldn’t let him hide from what I could give him.” Liam’s voice was husky, but hardened. “The same way I won’t let you run, Analise, because you felt like you were a third wheel. You agreed to belong to both Grim and me. Which means there will be times that you and I play together, and other times that it will be you and Grim, or even me and Grim. Or at times like this, it will be all three of us. I’m a true bastard when it comes to facing our fears head on.”
“As am I, Analise.” Grim moved away from the counter, taking his cell phone with him. Sinking onto the bed, he set it on the bedside table. “If something scares you or overwhelms you, tell us. We’ll stop and discuss it.”
“But
this wasn’t because she was scared. This was because she was angry with the idea of her being shut out. Or that she thought I might not want her without you.”
Grim froze at the fury in his Master’s voice. If there was one thing that pissed Liam off, it was when one of his submissives assumed they knew what he wanted or felt. Analise had unknowingly tripped one of Master’s hot buttons, and not in a good way.
“Master?” The word left his mouth at the same time Analise gave a high-pitched wail. It wasn’t one filled with pain but pleasure. It was soon followed by a plea, as whatever Liam had been doing, he’d stopped.
* * * *
“Yes, Grim?” Liam didn’t bother to look up as he answered Sir.
Analise bit her lower lip as Master drew the vibrating silver egg up her inner thigh, coming perilously close to her aching pussy, but never actually touching it. The heat in his eyes belied the coolness of his tone. Despite how angry he looked, she still trusted him. He’d punished her already, and wouldn’t hurt her. She knew that for a fact. But as he moved the toy closer to her aching sex, she had a feeling he wasn’t above proving how well he could drag out her pleasure, just to prove he could.
“What are you doing to her?” Sir didn’t sound too worried, but she could hear the concern in his tone.
Liam ‘tsked’ under his breath and shook his head. “Falling down on the job aren’t you, piccola. Weren’t you supposed to be giving Grim all the juicy details?”
She nodded, then corrected her action with an added “Yes, Master” when he frowned at her.
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