Anthology - Threefold

by Desiree Holt

  where their master for the night might lead them next.

  Horton stroked his fingers up and down Caroline’s spine, Dallen’s eyes tracking each movement. Caroline writhed under his touch as he moved slowly towards the other end of the spanking bench. She gasped around Dallen’s shaft as her dominant’s hand stroked over her backside.

  Horton gently palmed the exposed skin. Dallen’s gaze still stalked his every move, watching over his lover. If Horton had any sort of read on Caroline, she needed the reassurance of a master’s gentle touch more than anything that night. She pressed helplessly against his hand, but he had no doubt she was looking for strength rather than pain from him.

  Neither of them was in any condition to receive that from a relative stranger right then. Trust first. Spanking later—when everyone would be able to enjoy it properly. Horton studied that line of thought for a second. Whatever time it took to earn that trust would be well worth it, and for the first time in a long time, he doubted he’d get bored with them in the meantime. He tapped gently against the full curve of Caroline’s bottom, but offered her nothing harsher than that.

  When he took his hand away, Caroline shifted on the spanking bench, searching for him with her whole body.

  “Hush, I’m not going anywhere.” Horton looked up and met Dallen’s eyes as he said it. Right in that moment, he believed it himself.

  The younger man swallowed, still held right on the edge by Caroline’s mouth working around his shaft. Horton leant forward, resting his fly between Caroline’s spread legs. She pressed back against him in encouragement. Dallen swallowed rapidly, but he made no comment.

  As Horton slowly slid his zip down, he studied Dallen’s eyes, watching the younger man very carefully. There wasn’t a hint of uncertainty in the submissive’s gaze as Horton guided his cock from between the folds of fabric. The only thing he saw in him was longing.

  Already painfully hard from watching the intimate little show they’d put on while undressing each other, Horton stroked himself a few times, just letting Dallen watch his fingers work around his cock for a little while. At the same time, his left hand dipped into his back pocket and pulled out a condom. Tearing the packet open, he carefully rolled it down his shaft, sheathing himself safely behind the latex.

  Dallen still stayed silent, his gaze remained keen as he took in every detail. No man was that good an actor. It was obvious that enough dominants had joined them for him to have worked past any jealousy he might have felt at seeing another man with his girlfriend.

  Dipping his hand between Caroline’s legs, Horton stroked his fingers across her slit, tracing the moisture to her clit. She bucked against her restraints as his fingers circled the swollen little bud of nerve endings. Dallen moaned as her tongue apparently passed her enjoyment straight on to him.

  Simple submission already had her on the edge. Caroline pushed back against his hand as he teased her with a light touch, not willing to let her come before he gave his permission.

  When he took his hand away, he felt her squirm within her restraints as if, for the first time, she really didn’t like being bound as she was. He touched the tip of his cock to her slit.

  Caroline fell still. No more struggling, just a relieved little moan as she realised he hadn’t disappeared from reality when his fingertips left her. His hands came to rest on her hips as he steadied her. Horton rocked forward. The head of his shaft slid inside her. The submissive writhed against the spanking bench, trying to make him move more quickly, but he ignored her attempts.

  He wasn’t a submissive playing the part. He’d make his own decisions and move to his own time scale.

  Looking down between their bodies, he watched as he slid inside her, impossibly slowly, until he’d sheathed himself in her to the hilt. Horton looked up then. The younger man’s eyes were still lowered, staring at their joined bodies. When the submissive finally lifted his eyes, the only emotion in them was desire—for Caroline and his temporary master in equal measure.

  Horton held his gaze as he began to rock his hips. Dallen didn’t have permission to do the same. A frustrated little groan escaped from the other man. He dropped back his head, closing his eyes as he fought not to disobey his dominant’s commands in spite of huge provocation.

  Horton rocked his hips again, thrusting into Caroline in slow easy strokes. Her muscles squeezed around him. He had no doubt she sucked around Dallen’s shaft in time with the way her muscles worked against his shaft. The younger man’s reactions were glorious to behold.

  Again and again, Horton pushed himself deep inside Caroline’s body, holding them all on the edge, knowing that it would only take a word from him to bring them all crashing down into their pleasure.

  “Come.”

  Dallen was the first to follow the command. His hips jerked ever so slightly, he tossed back his head. Every muscle in the younger man’s body seemed to tense as he spilled into his lover’s mouth.

  Horton tightened his grip on Caroline’s hips as he buried himself inside her one last time and yelled out his own pleasure just a moment before he felt Caroline buck and clench around him as she found her own moment of pure bliss between them.

  For a long time, the world simply stopped. All that existed was satisfaction. Horton’s head dropped forward. His mind spun. Eyes closed, he relished every drop of adrenaline and endorphins the world could offer him. He clung to each sensation that shot through his body until each and every one of them slowly slipped from his grasp.

  When Horton opened his eyes, Dallen was no longer standing on the other side of the spanking bench. He’d lowered himself to his knees in front of Caroline. Horton stepped away from his position behind her. Straightening his clothes, he walked around and crouched down next to them.

  Their foreheads were resting together. Settling one hand on the back of each submissive’s head, he stroked his fingers through two contrasting heads of hair.

  They pulled slightly away from each other, each of them looking to him for approval and reassurance. Horton turned Caroline’s lips to his to be kissed first, then Dallen’s. The younger man was still slightly out of breath. Horton was far more impressed by the fact that his hands were still behind his back.

  Stroking his palm down the submissive’s arms, he tapped the fingers Dallen had wrapped around his opposite wrist, finally giving him permission to break his stance. As Horton moved and undid one of the buckles around Caroline’s limbs, a nod to the other side of the spanking bench had Dallen clumsily working on the opposite set.

  Caroline was obviously stiff from her bondage. Horton helped her up and stroked his hands over the sore limbs as she sat on the spanking bench getting her bearings back, enjoying the softness under his palms, even as he tried to sooth the ache in her joints.

  “Okay, darling?” he whispered to her.

  She nodded.

  Horton looked to Dallen, the same question in his eyes.

  He nodded too. “Yes, sir.”

  Forcing himself to step back from both of them for a little while, Horton nodded to the other side of the room. “Clothes.”

  They were far more relaxed around each other now than they had been at the start of the scene. There seemed to be some degree trust forming between them and their master for the night, but Horton couldn’t help but wonder what sort of bastards they’d dated for them to be so obviously euphoric at the fact he had lead them through a simple scene and managed not to hurt either of them in the process.

  He kept an eye on them as they pulled their clothes on, tender touches going back and forth between them all the while. He was willing to bet they weren’t even aware of most of them. Horton smiled as they turned their attention back to him and crossed the room.

  Neither of them said anything as he led them out of the little corridor of playrooms and into the main lobby of the club. The scene was over. There was nothing any of them could say to change that, and they all knew it. Horton rolled his eyes at himself. There was no reason why any of the
m should want to change that either.

  When Dallen went to return the key to the playroom, Horton waited with Caroline on the other side of the room. While she seemed to be raising the courage to speak, he waited her out, giving her time. Finally, he had to face the fact she might not be in any condition to get there on her own.

  “Question?”

  Caroline only hesitated for another second, and even then she seemed to be working out what she wanted to say rather than debating if she’d say anything at all. “I was the only one you tied up, sir.”

  “And you’d like to know why?”

  She nodded.

  “Dallen wasn’t in any condition to enjoy it tonight,” Horton said, very simply. “He’d have spent the whole evening worrying about the fact he couldn’t have looked after you if you needed him.”

  Caroline glanced down.

  Horton stroked his fingers through her hair before slipping them under her chin and encouraging her to look up at him. Lowering his lips to her ear, he whispered his next words to her as if they were a secret.

  “He’ll enjoy being tied up far more next week now he knows I’m not a serial killer.”

  Caroline didn’t need to say a word to tell him what her next question would be.

  “No, I’m not asking you to hide that fact from him.” He had no interest in creating secrets between them.

  She smiled as she nodded her understanding.

  Dallen hesitated a few feet away from them as he made his way back across the room.

  Horton smiled his welcome to the other man. “We’ve been discussing our next scene next weekend.”

  Dallen nodded. “Yes, sir.”

  As Caroline slipped her hands into Dallen’s, Horton saw the silent little message that passed through their expressions as she promised him that he’d like what the dominant had said when she told him about it.

  “Before that, we’ll meet for dinner in the middle of the week,” Horton announced.

  Another glance towards him, this one a little less certain. “Sir?” Dallen asked.

  “Dinner,” Horton repeated, not sure he was any less surprised by his decision than they were. “I’ll book a table.”

  Dallen first, then Caroline, nodded their agreement. “If you like, sir.”

  “I do like,” he said with a smile. He liked them both far more than he’d been prepared to expect, more than well enough to want to know more about their lives outside the scene than could be found out by asking questions while within one. Far better to indulge his curiosity now than to let it build up and make them think the interest he had in them was anything more than simple inquisitiveness.

  A gentle kiss to two pairs of submissive lips—Dallen’s first, then Caroline’s—and Horton turned to leave. It should have been a lot easier for him to resist the temptation to sneak a final glimpse of them over his shoulder than it was.

  Chapter Three

  Dallen rocked back on his heels. A few seconds later, he pushed his hand through his hair, unable to remain still as nervous energy poured through his veins. Another second passed, and he glanced at where Caroline stood, staring through the glass into the corridor between the rows of playrooms. She abandoned her mission for a moment, and looked across to him. She smiled before turning her attention back to the hallway.

  There was no point in him trying not to appear anxious. He was nervous as hell, and Caroline knew him far too well to be convinced otherwise. It had been a bloody long week since their last scene with Horton. Especially when the news that he’d be the one who spent the next scene in bondage had damn near had him bouncing off the walls with expectation the entire time.

  He’d barely been able to sit still through the dinner they’d shared with the older man in the middle of the week. Folding his arms across his chest, Dallen leaned against the wall alongside the playroom door and dropped his head back to rest on the stark white paint-work.

  The coolness of the plasterwork seeped into his skin, but it did nothing to quell the bubbling in his veins. Glancing back to Caroline he smiled slightly. He could sense her tension too, but she wasn’t as crazy with it as he was. There was an easiness in her now, a calmness that she only ever displayed when there was a dominant in their lives.

  Dallen nipped at his bottom lip. It couldn’t go wrong tonight. He couldn’t spoil this for her.

  “Everything will be fine.”

  Dallen scraped up a smile as Caroline walked across to stand next to him. Horton had obviously arrived. It was too late to panic, too late to second guess anything that was about to happen.

  This time, they were ready for the dominant when he walked in. Caroline slipped her hand into his, giving his fingers a reassuring squeeze as they lowered themselves to their knees a few yards from the door.

  Eyes lowered, it was impossible for Dallen to guess at the other man’s expression as the door swung open and he stepped into the room. The lock clicked closed behind him. The dominant’s shoes stopped in front of them.

  “Look up.”

  At his side, Dallen sensed Caroline following the order with him.

  “Hello, sir.” Caroline’s voice was perfectly steady.

  Dallen took a deep breath and let it out slowly, sure he wouldn’t be able to echo the greeting without making an embarrassing return to soprano right then.

  Horton held out a hand to each of them, helping them both to their feet.

  He kissed Caroline first, very gently on the lips. When the dominant turned towards him, Dallen found himself frozen in place. Knuckles brushed against his jaw, tilting his head back. Lips caressed his, deft and confident.

  He couldn’t help but part his lips in invitation, but all too soon, Horton pulled back.

  Dallen dropped his gaze.

  “Have you been thinking about tonight, Dallen?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “So have I. You’ve both had me distracted all week.”

  Dallen glanced up at him, wondering if there would be a punch line coming.

  Horton smiled as their eyes met. “Do you trust me, sweetheart?”

  “Yes, sir.” Dallen closed his eyes the moment the words hit the air, suddenly unsure if he was right to place that kind of trust in the other man. If he was wrong, everything could go to hell so quickly and…

  “Hush.” Horton took hold of Dallen’s wrist and turned him around, putting his back to the older man’s chest. The dominant’s hand stroked down his body and settled just below his rib cage. “Do you want to know what I’m going to do, or shall I just do whatever I want with you and just give you one order at a time?”

  He looked across to Caroline. If he knew what was going to happen he’d have a far better chance of looking after her and…

  “I don’t want the right answer, Dallen,” Horton said, slicing through every thought in his head. “I want the honest one. Tell me what you want, not what you think you should want.”

  “One order at a time, sir.” The words were out, every syllable ringing with truth, and it was too late to doubt his decision.

  Caroline smiled across at him, pleasure shining in her eyes at his choice.

  Behind him, he sensed Horton might approve of it too. “Good boy.” The simple words snuck into a part of Dallen’s soul that had been neglected for far too long. His master was pleased with his submissive; the world was a good place.

  The dominant slid his hands down Dallen’s arms and caught hold of his wrists, his grip strong enough that Dallen doubted he’d be able to break it no matter how hard he struggled, and perfect enough that it was impossible to believe he’d ever want to do that.

  “You were very good for me last week, weren’t you, Dallen? You remembered exactly where I told you to keep your hands.”

  The submissive swallowed. “Yes, sir.”

  “This week you won’t need to remember anything like that.”

  There was a sling set up in the corner of the room. As Horton led him across to it, Dallen helplessly ran his eyes over the ar
rangement of leather straps and chains that hung suspended from the metal work.

  Horton stopped their progress a few feet away from the frame. “I want you both naked.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Horton didn’t release his hold on him. Dallen couldn’t move to obey the order.

  “Caroline.”

  She walked into Dallen’s line of sight on their dominant’s command.

  Horton let him go. Caroline immediately reached out to him, undoing the zip on his hoodie. Dallen breathed a sigh of relief, not sure if he’d have had the coordination to do it himself.

  His hands shook, just pushing Caroline’s hair back off her shoulder. Horton had called up the submissive in him, and he wasn’t sure how to be anything else right then, even with her.

  Dipping his head, he brushed their lips together. She smiled up at him as the kiss ended.

  His jacket off, she pulled his t-shirt up over his head before turning her back on him.

  Somehow, knowing she needed him to do something pushed a tiny part of his brain into action. He fumbled with fingers that didn’t want to cooperate, but eventually, the zip slid down the back of her dress. The material pooled at her feet before she stepped out of it.

  Caroline’s attention turned to Dallen’s jeans as she faced him once more. He couldn’t help but steal another kiss as she guided down the zipper and freed him from the fabric.

  As the last items of clothing fell away from their bodies, Horton stepped up alongside them both. Two kisses, Caroline first, then a deeper, slower one for him.

  Long before the dominant’s lips left his, Dallen realised Horton was walking him backwards—towards the sling. But he hadn’t realised how close they’d come to it. He jumped as the leather brushed against the small of his back.

  When he looked up at the dominant, Horton was studying him carefully.

  “Do you want to trust me, Dallen?” The words were barely louder than a whisper.

  “I do trust—” The older man’s index finger settled over his lips, cutting him off.