by Jamie Hill
"We have a lot of fun in here.” He ran one hand along the smooth sawhorse. “Of course, you should choose a safe word."
"I'm not worried, but I'll pick one.” Carla faced him. He was so freaking gorgeous, her nipples tingled. She didn't know why she wasn't worried. Standing in a room full of equipment that could be used for torture wouldn't set most people at ease. But looking into Seth's eyes, she knew he'd never hurt her. Or let Michael hurt her. For some reason, she felt sure of that. “I'm excited. This looks great."
He smiled. “How about that iced tea?"
"Fine.” She gave one last look around as they exited the basement. Upstairs, the rest of the house appeared so normal. Normal? What does that mean, exactly? She smiled to herself.
* * * *
Seth led Carla to the patio off the kitchen, at the rear of the house. Michael and he enjoyed their large backyard. They kept it well maintained and especially liked the fact that it was surrounded by a tall, wooden privacy fence.
Carla glanced around. “This is just lovely. You've done a wonderful job with the place."
He held out a chair at the table next to Michael, and she sat. He placed one tall glass of tea before her and took one for himself. “I wouldn't want to do it for a living, but it was fun decorating once."
"You'd rather design buildings,” she commented.
"Absolutely.” He nodded, grinning.
Michael looked at her over the top edge of his glass. “So what did you think about our playroom?"
"Amazing.” She shrugged. “I've never seen anything like it in a private home. I'm not sure the dungeon I went to in Phoenix was so well equipped. It's the only frame of reference I have."
"You were active in a BDSM society in Phoenix?” Michael asked casually. “Which one, Toppers or Desert Dungeons?"
Seth could tell Michael was testing her, that he wondered how she'd react.
She smiled pleasantly. “Actually, there are three in the greater Phoenix area. The Black Rose group was also quite active. But I belonged to Desert Dungeons. Marcus Wilder held the Grand Master position when I left."
Michael eyed her levelly, nodding, apparently satisfied with her answer. “I met Marcus at the Adult Entertainment Expo in Vegas a couple of years ago. He's a nice guy."
"A bit too hardcore for me. He and his submissive, slavebeth, practise total power exchange. I think slavebeth sleeps in a cage most nights."
Seth winced. “I'm not into that at all. We have a few TPE's in our group. Some of their practises are inconceivable."
"Could be fun.” Michael grinned slyly then took a drink.
"Bastard,” Seth teased then looked back at Carla. “Of course, you know Michael is the Grand Master of the M.A.s.T. sub-genre of the Rose & Thorn. He's also on the board of directors for the whole society."
"Impressive,” she murmured.
"It's nothing.” Michael waved a hand, gazing at her directly. “While we don't practise total power exchange outside the playroom, we do take what goes on during playtime very seriously. My submissives know when the games start and know better than to breech protocol during our scenes."
She seemed to bristle slightly at his remark, but if she had concerns, she didn't mention them. “I understand."
He pulled two slips of paper from his pocket and tossed them on the table. “We've had recent, clean blood tests. Of course we'll use condoms with you, but we don't with each other."
"Fine.” She pulled a similar slip from her purse, adding it to the pile. “My test is also recent and clean."
Seth noticed she didn't bother to look at their results, or they, hers.
Michael simply nodded. “I understand you're a switch. You'd like to play a dominant role occasionally. You realise you won't be dominant over me?"
"I do. And I have to say, this feels like some kind of kinky job interview. My last two relationships—actually my only two involving D/s—started out as dating and progressed to sex naturally. This whole process seems a little foreign."
Seth grinned. “A kinky job interview. I like that."
Michael rolled his eyes and continued with his line of thought. “You also understand that you won't be alone with Seth? Our activities will consist of the three of us together."
"We can never be alone?” She appeared disappointed.
Inhaling, Seth wondered if this was where things might get tricky.
Michael seemed to think about her question. “I don't think so. He's my husband and my slave. When the three of us are together, you'll call me Master and him Sir."
"But if things work out—"
Michael interrupted her. “He'll still be my husband, and in the playroom, my property. Seth told me you're looking for a polyamorous relationship. I'm not sure we are. We're going to try this because it's what Seth desires. But you understand, it's just a trial.” He stared at her.
"Fair enough."
Seth picked up two pieces of paper from the table. “We've drafted a simple contract for each of us to sign. We thought a month might be a prudent starting place.” He handed one sheet to her and kept the other.
He watched Carla read over the brief contract. It was straightforward, putting their verbal agreement in writing with a safe, sane and consensual clause. He'd left a space for her to fill in her safe word. There were no hidden statements. There also was no mention of her second request. He studied her, wondering what she'd say.
When she finally looked up, she smiled. “This is fine. It doesn't say anything about the relationship I mentioned, though. I'd really like that to be in here."
"How does one put a relationship in writing?” Michael asked. “Is Seth supposed to promise to try and fall in love with you?"
"I—uh...” Carla squirmed, “was really hoping for some type of commitment, not just sex.” She stopped, seemingly unsure if she should press the issue.
Seth felt her discomfort. It sounded funny the way Michael said it, but he understood. “I think I know.” He touched her hand gently then picked up a pen off the table. As he wrote on one contract, he spoke the words out loud. “With the understanding that I'm a married, gay man, I promise to try to establish a relationship with Carla Nelson.” He signed his name with a flourish and looked at her. “I think a month ought to be enough time to tell us if that's going to happen. I mean, if it hasn't happened by then..."
"I think so, too.” She smiled at him gratefully and signed the contract.
He copied his statement to her form and they both signed it. “Safe word?” he asked.
"We can go with the standard word ‘red'."
"Fine. When a gag is involved, we'll provide you with a handkerchief to drop.” He slid the contracts to Michael for his signature.
"Yes.” She twiddled her fingers, appearing nervous for the first time.
"Stop fidgeting,” Michael snapped. “Practise self-control at all times.” He signed both contracts and passed them back to Seth.
"Um, yes, sir.” She froze in her seat.
"You don't have to call him ‘sir’ when we're not playing.” Seth gave Michael a dirty look. “And you cut it out. She's going to think you're serious."
Michael stood, grinning. “I'm just jerking you around a little bit. I'm sure we'll all get along just fine. Be here Friday night at seven, wearing a trench coat. Underneath it, a black teddy, fishnet stockings and a garter belt."
She gulped, nodding.
"Michael.” Seth folded his arms across his chest.
"Oh, sorry. Seth wants to dominate. He'll tell you how to wear your hair and how much he wants shaved. We'll see you Friday. Don't be late."
"I wouldn't dream of it.” She held her breath as he walked into the house.
Seth shook his head, laughing. “He's going to have trouble relinquishing control. I should have expected that."
"You can ask me to wear something different.” She smiled at him.
"Nah.” He cocked his head at her. “Is your hair naturally curly?"
"Yes. I st
raighten it most days."
"Please don't straighten it on Friday. I'd love to see it curly."
"I'm happy to do that. Is there anything else—hair-wise—you'd like me to do?"
He grinned. “I'm not sure, without seeing you first. I'm bald as a baby down there, at Michael's request."
Carla touched his hand. “What's your request, Seth? I want to do what pleases you."
"I like a little hair."
"I'll trim myself up for Friday night. After that you can tell me what you'd prefer."
"Sounds great. I'm really looking forward to it."
"So am I.” She leaned forward, planting a kiss on his lips.
Seth hesitated at first then opened his mouth. They batted tongues for one long minute. When he pulled back, he knew his face was flushed. “Friday night. I'm really looking forward to it."
"So am I,” she repeated, looking as flustered as he felt. She folded her arms across her chest quickly.
Her nipples had grown erect, and she was obviously trying to cover them. Seth's cock pulsed. Cover ‘em now, baby. Come Friday night, they're all mine.
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Chapter Five
Michael arrived home Friday evening at a quarter ‘til seven. He strolled casually into the kitchen.
"You're late!” Seth, obviously freshly showered and shaved, paced back and forth across the plush carpet.
He shrugged. “I'm like the bride. Can't start without me."
Seth gave him a piercing look.
Michael laughed, heading to the shower. He'd just dried off and barely gotten dressed when the doorbell rang.
Seth moved to answer it quickly. Michael saw the erection pressing against his lover's jeans. He seemed very excited.
Seth opened the door. “Hey."
"Hey.” Carla's grey trench coat reached her calves. Dark hair fell in curls to her shoulders.
She looks hot. Michael couldn't help thinking it. He liked the fishnet stockings and black high heels he could see under the coat. “Come in.” He tried to break the tension. “Want anything to eat or drink?"
She shook her head, apparently as nervous as Seth. Stepping in, she glanced around.
"Well, this is awkward.” Seth grinned. “I'm not sure how to break the ice or get started here."
Michael nodded towards the hall. “I'd suggest we just do it. You two ready?"
"Yes,” Seth murmured.
Carla nodded.
"Leave the coat out here. There's a plate of food in the kitchen. Bring it to me in the playroom.” He walked off, pausing around the corner to watch them.
"I guess we've started?” she whispered.
"It would seem so. You ready for this?"
She slipped off her coat and folded it over the back of a chair.
Seth inhaled, and Michael could see why. The lacy black teddy was stunning. It was strapless, and invisible underwires forced her full breasts up to almost overflowing. High cut legs revealed she'd shaved in preparation for the night. A thin black garter belt snapped onto the stockings at mid-thigh.
Seth blinked. “Wow."
"Do you approve?” She touched his chest with the tips of her fingers.
"Is that how you address your Master?” He tried to sound stern.
"I haven't officially said I've started.” She leaned up and pressed her lips against his.
To Michael, the kiss looked like more than a gentle peck. Seth scooped handfuls of her round ass into his palms and pressed her body against his erection.
Carla groaned, sliding her arms around his neck and grinding against him.
Michael's cock twitched at the sight. He was more turned on by the female body than he'd ever expected. Just seeing how aroused Seth was made it even more exciting.
He rubbed his erection through his slacks. It'd be easy to start stroking himself right there, watching Seth and Carla grope each other. But part of the pleasure of their sex games was anticipation. Prolonging the wait for the orgasm ultimately heightened it.
Seth kissed her deeply one more time then dragged himself away. “You ready?"
She sighed dreamily. “If I have to be."
He squeezed her ass then patted it. “I suggest you get that plate and hightail it down to the playroom. Our Master won't be pleased that you've kept him waiting."
"I'm sorry, Sir.” She scooted into the kitchen, returning promptly with the sandwich and fruit.
Michael went ahead to the playroom and took a seat in the more comfortable of the two leather chairs. He watched as Seth entered, stripped off his T-shirt and waited for further instruction.
"I want you naked on my left. Your slave should remain clothed. Tell her I want her on my right, feeding me dinner."
Seth stripped off his jeans and took his assigned spot. He stared for a moment, as if deciding whether he really had to repeat the command. When Carla didn't budge, he did. “Move to his right side and feed him."
"Yes, Sir.” She did as instructed, then picked up the sandwich and held it for Michael to eat.
He took a bite and chewed carefully. Carla's scent was tantalizing, and he couldn't resist touching her. Reaching out one finger, he ran it up her inner thigh, hooking it in the crotch of her teddy.
She squirmed very slightly. He rubbed a finger along the shaved edge of her pussy then onto the furred centre of her mound. He generally preferred no pubic hair, but her soft fuzz felt good. This might be nicer than I'd imagined. Glancing at Seth, he commanded, “Over here.” Michael reached for Seth's cock and tugged him closer. “Something to play with between bites.” He tugged and pulled at the erection without looking at it. His gaze remained on Carla's crotch as she fed him the last of his sandwich then reached for a piece of fruit.
"I think we'll do something different, now.” He released his hold on both submissives and folded his arms across his chest. “Think of interesting ways to feed me grapes. One at a time, taking turns. Whoever comes up with the most unique idea will be rewarded. The slave who loses will be punished.” He smiled at Carla. “Be careful. Seth likes my punishments. He might cheat."
Seth grinned. He took one grape off the plate and inserted it between his lips. Leaning over, he kissed his Master, allowing the orb to shift mouths.
"Nice.” Michael nodded as he pulled back. He stared at Carla.
She set the plate down, keeping one piece of fruit in her hand. Placing the grape in her cleavage, she straddled Michael and allowed him to suck it from between her breasts.
He palmed her full globes, burying his face between them and staying there a moment longer than necessary. Her scent was intoxicating, and her softness strangely unexpected. “Not bad,” he told them when he pulled back. “Be more creative the next round."
Seth looked at Carla, but neither cracked a smile. He reached for a grape and glanced down at his erection. He stepped over Michael, one leg on each side, and stuck his cock in Michael's face. At the last moment, he set the grape on the head of his cock.
Michael smiled and sucked it off, taking the head into his mouth for a moment. Keeping his lips against it, he chewed and swallowed, then licked the bulbous crown with the tip of his tongue. Finally pulling away, he said, “Nicely done. Next?"
Carla glanced at the wall of shelves containing toys and equipment. She sauntered over and picked up a strap-on dildo. With surprising efficiency she put it on then chose a metal cock cage to encase the dong. She slid one grape into the tip and pushed the dildo in after, so the fruit perched on the edge of the metal tip.
Approaching Michael from the side, she thrust her hips out with the offering.
"Now that's creative.” He sucked the grape out, allowing his tongue to caress the black dong as if it were real. “Let's go one more round. This one will determine the winner."
Seth picked up his last grape and smiled. He turned his back on Michael and spread his ass cheeks, inserting the small orb into the edge of his anus. He straddled Michael again, shoving his ass in his face.
Seth's face grazed Michael's lap, and his mouth teased the erection that pressed against the slacks. He climbed off and returned to his place.
"That was great.” Michael rubbed his cock through his trousers. “You'll have to come up with something special to top that, woman.” He stared at her expectantly.
Carla smiled. She reached down and unfastened the snaps between her legs. The teddy hung loose, exposing her neatly trimmed pussy. She took a grape in hand, placing one foot on the edge of his seat. Spreading her nether lips wide, she inserted the fruit into her cunt. It vanished instantly.
Seth groaned, merely watching.
Michael smiled. It would take some work to get that grape out. He guessed Seth wished he was the one fishing for it.
She climbed onto the chair and straddled him, spreading her legs over his face.
"Ah, hide and seek.” He pried her fleshy pink lips apart with his hands and studied her pussy. Lots of folds and abundant moisture. Interesting. Leaning forward, he sucked the grape into his mouth, his nose rubbing her small button of a clitoris.
The fruit swallowed, he allowed his tongue to flick her clit back and forth, and Carla squirmed. Her juices tasted spicy and musky, quite different from male nectar but nearly as pleasant. The thought surprised him. Actually, his arousal over the woman baffled him. But she was there, ready and willing, so he thought it was his duty to investigate further. He pulled back and motioned her away. “Very nice. But not that creative after what Seth did. He's the winner."
A tingle zipped down Seth's spine. He didn't know what winning meant for him. He also wondered what losing meant for Carla. Her face was flushed, he could smell her arousal. It rivalled his own.
Their Master looked at her, motioning towards the back table. “Get two sets of cuffs. Bind Seth in the centre of the room, standing, spread eagle."
She glanced at the ceiling.
Seth knew there were ample hooks for whatever configuration was necessary to restrain a person. He moved to the appropriate spot and waited.
Carla found handcuffs and brought them over. The look in her eyes as she fastened the first set confirmed this wasn't exactly what she'd expected. She clicked the lock on his other hand, securing him to a chain hanging from the ceiling. Bending down, she tapped his ankles and he widened his stance. She secured each lock in place. She stood, and he gave her a small smile, wiping it away before their Master faced him.