by Diane Leyne
She looked and saw that they were both still asleep on their sides, facing her, each with a hand on a breast, their naked bodies pressed against her sides. She smiled indulgently. Horny even when they were sleeping.
She jumped when she felt Damon’s hand move and tighten on her breast. She turned her head and saw that he was now awake. She could feel his cock stir and harden against her side. He moved, shifting his body so that he was on top of her, pushing her legs apart so he could position himself between them.
Brad was clearly now awake and removed his hand from her breast, and instead reached out to cup Damon’s head and press a kiss on his lips. Kris lay there, Damon positioned between her legs, his hard cock at her entrance, watching the two men as their kiss deepened and their tongues began to duel.
She couldn’t believe how hot it was watching them. Damon broke the kiss as he reached down between her legs to test her readiness. He scooped up some of her honey and held it out to Brad, who opened his mouth and sucked Damon’s fingers clean before lowering his head to Kris’s mouth.
She moaned harder as Damon flexed his hips and push into her, filling her. There was something else, she realized with a start. The butt plug was still in her ass, and even though it was supposedly a small one, it compressed her pussy and made his entrance harder. She could feel every inch of his dick as he pushed into her drenched pussy. When he was fully seated, he turned again to Brad to lean back over to kiss his Master before kissing Kris again.
Unlike the previous night, the men were slow and gentle, Damon moving deliberately inside of her to coax her to orgasm while Brad teased her lips. She was disappointed when Damon pulled out of her without coming, but she forgot about that almost immediately when they repositioned her on the bed so that Brad was standing on the floor leaning over the bed and could bury his mouth between her legs. His mouth moved slowly and carefully, ramping up her pleasure without taking her over the top. She moved restlessly, wanting more, needing more, but he refused to be hurried.
She wasn’t quite sure what Damon was up to until she heard the sound of Damon’s hand coming down hard on Brad’s ass. Immediately, Brad lifted his head. His eyes were glittering with arousal. He tugged Kris down to the edge of the bed and then buried his cock inside her and waited. She wiggled and wriggled and tried to get him to move, but from his set expression, he was waiting for something, maybe a signal from Damon, before he would fuck her.
Brad closed his eyes and groaned, lowering his head to her shoulder. Now she could see Damon behind Brad. He grinned and held up a tube of lube and then went back to what he’d been doing. She realized with a shock that he was lubing Brad’s ass. Damon was going to fuck Brad while Brad fucked her. Just the thought of such a decadent maneuver had her pussy clenching hard on Brad’s cock.
“Hurry up, Damon. She’s strangling my cock. I have to move soon before I explode.”
Smack. “You’ll move when my cock’s in your ass and not before.” But he wasn’t going to torture his lover. He quickly finished with the lube and positioned his own aching cock at Brad’s dark entrance. Slowly he pushed inside the well-used and well-loved passage until he was seated balls deep in Brad’s ass.
He kissed the back of his lover’s neck and started moving. In sync, Brad started moving within Kris. In out. In out. Brad thought he was going to lose it. The feeling of Damon’s cock inside him and his own cock inside Kris was the most exquisite pleasure he’d ever had. Following Damon’s lead, he moved faster and faster until Kris clamped down hard on his cock and the tremors began rippling through her.
“Damon, she’s coming.”
“Then you may come, too, boy. Fuck her hard and come until she’s drained you dry.”
Brad started pumping hard into her pussy, and Damon reamed his ass. He only lasted another few strokes as he shot his load inside her just as Damon released into him. He collapsed on top of Kris, breathing hard and trying not to crush her as Damon pulled out carefully. He could feel Damon’s cum spill down his legs even as he pushed back and watched his own seed spill out of Kris. If he had his way, they’d spend every night for the rest of their lives like this.
“I think we could all use a nice soak in the tub, don’t you think?” asked Damon, not waiting for an answer as he strode into the bathroom and started the water. Brad carefully helped Kris to her feet and into the bathroom.
With the sticky cum between her legs and the butt plug in her ass, she moved carefully. A bath sounded wonderful, but before she could get into the largest tub she’d ever seen, they made her turn and brace her forearms on the vanity. Carefully, Damon withdrew the plug and tossed it in the sink to be washed later. He then took her hand and helped her into the tub and slipped in behind her, positioning her between his legs so she lay back against him.
Brad got in and settled beside them. Damon wrapped one long arm around him, and Brad laid his head on Damon’s shoulder. He reached out and clasped Kris’s hand and sighed. He could stay like this forever.
“So what’s today’s plan?” he asked. “As much as I’d like to spend all day in bed, we probably have to take a few breaks or our dicks will fall off.”
“Well, since Kris got us up so early, I thought we could go out for brunch and maybe spend some time outdoors. I’m sure Kris has lots of questions before her next lesson. She might also like a little time to herself to make notes. You know how writers are. They get withdrawal if they are away from their keyboards too long.”
Kris just leaned back against Damon and clasped Brad’s hand and listened to them discuss their plans for the day. She found herself barely listening, drifting mentally as she relived the last twenty-four hours. She’d never ever felt so sexually satisfied in her life, but she knew that if they wanted to carry her into the bedroom or the playroom, she’d gladly be up for another round.
All too soon, things changed. Damon and Brad lathered her body up and briskly washed her, taking special care between her legs and her breasts before lifting her out of the tub and wrapping her in a nice, fluffy towel. Damon then carried her into the bedroom and lay her down in the middle of the bed, with the towel under her ass. She tried to move, but he pushed her down as Brad entered the bedroom carrying a few items in his hands.
“How still can you stay, Kris?”
“What do you mean? Why is Brad carrying a razor?” Brad then held up what was in his other hand so she could see it. “And shaving cream. Brad has a razor and shaving cream. Why?” She started to panic a bit. What the heck was he planning to do? He couldn’t possibly be planning to…
“Tisk, tisk. You weren’t listening, were you? We told you that you needed to pay attention to your Masters at all times.” He chuckled indulgently as he pushed her hair back from her face. “What is happening is that I’ve decided to give Brad a treat and let him shave your pussy.
“You have two choices. Lie back on the bed, grab your legs under your knees, and hold them open and still while Brad shaves you, or we can go into the playroom and we can strap you down while boy shaves you and plays with your pussy. Your choice.”
“Not much of a choice,” she muttered mutinously.
“What did you say?”
“I said I choose to stay here.” She lay back on the bed and did as he instructed. She’d expected Damon to lay down with her, but instead, he stood up beside Brad where he’d have a good view.
Luckily, Brad didn’t dawdle. His hands moved swiftly and surely, and before she knew it, he was running a warm, damp towel supplied by Damon over her private parts. She shivered in arousal. Oh, my. This really did make her much more sensitive to their touch as they glided their fingers across her bare pussy. She expected one of them to lean down and maybe use his mouth on her, but Damon just ordered her to turn over and get on her hands and knees. Then he pushed her head down while Brad tugged her legs apart. Then she heard the now familiar sound of the lube bottle being uncorked and felt the nozzle being inserted into her rear opening. She jumped at the feeling of the cold l
iquid inside her. Brad then removed the nozzle and squirted some more of the liquid, which he massaged into her opening, pushing a finger inside and repeating the process of the previous day until he had three fingers inside her and she was panting with need. The feeling didn’t last though as he removed his fingers and started pushing the plug inside her. This one was bigger, and she felt the pressure build as he slowly fucked it into her, forcing her opening to expand.
Damon watched Brad push the plug into Kris’s ass and felt his cock grow harder. In fact, both of their cocks had been rock hard since Kris had leaned back and spread her thighs so Brad could shave her, but they’d decided that this morning was going to be about talking and dealing with their changed relationship outside of the bedroom and the playroom. This afternoon, they’d fuck her brains out again, but now was not the time. They’d pushed her hard last night and this morning. Once the plug went in, they’d go out for a nice brunch and answer journalist-Kris’s questions while they courted Kris, the woman they loved.
Still, when he saw that she was having trouble relaxing and accepting the plug, he made a sudden change of plan. Motioning to Brad to withdraw the plug, Damon brought his hand down hard on Kris’s ass, once, twice, three times.
“Relax that ass,” he ordered in his best Dom voice and was pleased to find her struggling to obey. Three more swats and her ass was pleasingly pink, and she was now moaning with pleasure. He moved his hand under her and started playing with her clit and pussy while Brad went back to work with the plug. Quickly, Damon brought her to the brink of orgasm, and when he pinched her clit, Brad gave the plug a final push while her body convulsed with pleasure.
Damon ran his hand down her back. “Good girl. You were great, taking that big plug up your butt. I think tonight, you might be ready for Brad’s cock. Now time to get dressed. We’re going out to brunch.”
“My clothes are all downstairs,” she pointed out.
“Yes they are. Give me a sec, and I’ll help you down the stairs and pick out something to wear.”
“I can walk downstairs fine by myself and also pick out clothes. I’ve been doing both for years, you know.”
“Not with a plug in your ass, and certainly not when you are owned, even if only temporarily, by two Doms. Now sit while I get dressed.”
Damon moved quickly before she could object, and before she knew it, they were headed downstairs while Brad got changed and went to fix his hair.
“I have no idea what he does in there, but that man takes more time to get ready than most women,” complained Damon, but Kris could hear the affection in his voice as he took her hand and guided her to the stairs. She quickly realized that the plug was going to be a challenge. And an even bigger challenge was going to be Damon’s idea of how she should dress for a day out with him and Brad. She’d thought he would pick out something sexy, but instead he seemed to want to cover up every bit of skin including wrapping a scarf around her neck right up to her chin. She stared mutinously at him, but a part of her liked this show of possessiveness.
“Brad! Get down here now or we are leaving without you,” shouted Damon from the bottom of the stairs. It was another five minutes before Brad came jogging down the stairs. He looked the same as usual to Kris, but he smiled broadly at her and kissed her cheek before turning to Damon and kissing him.
“Like you could ever leave me!”
“Don’t get cocky, boy!”
“I’m always cocky,” he teased with a smirk while he ran his hand down the front of his pants, “but that wasn’t what I meant. I have the car keys!”
Damon punched his shoulder and then leaned over to kiss him hard. Brad kissed him back as Kris watched, fascinated and turned on by this display of love. Wistfully, she thought how nice it would be to be a part of it with them.
Brad seemed so happy and so did Damon, and their good moods were contagious. After much good-natured bickering between the two men, they decided to walk to a local cafe and have brunch. Kris found herself sitting down very carefully, conscious at all times of the plug in her butt. Damon determinedly made small talk until their meals were served, and then he let Kris ask her questions.
Chewing, she stalled, not sure just where to start. She was supposed to an impartial journalist, but she knew she wasn’t. She’d had strong feelings for the two men when she thought they were gay, but she kept telling herself she loved them as friends. But now she realized that she’d been lying to herself all along. She knew she couldn’t have them, so she refused to pine over them. Now her heart demanded that she acknowledge that she loved them wholly and unreservedly, even if she couldn’t bring herself to tell them. They were just helping her with a story, making sure she understood the BDSM lifestyle and Master/submissive dynamic. It wasn’t love on their part. She was a willing and available woman.
They’d said that they’d wanted to play with her for a while, and it felt nice that they were honestly attracted to her, but neither of them had talked about feelings, so she would hide the fact that she loved them and try to get things back on a journalistic footing. Of course, that was easier said than done when she was sitting on a restaurant patio, afraid to move because that would jostle the plug up her ass.
“Do you have any questions?” asked Damon as she sat lost in her own thoughts all the way through her omelet and salad.
“Why do I feel so turned on by being spanked and paddled?” she blurted out. That was not the question she’d meant to lead with. She had planned on asking about some of the implements they used, but it was the thing that had been most on her mind. Was this strange pain-pleasure combination why so many abused women stayed with their abuser? When she’d seen her mother and father together, she didn’t seem to be getting any pleasure out of the arrangement, and Katie didn’t seem to be enjoying it either, but Kris found herself unbelievably turned on by getting spanked. Was she warped in some way? Was what they were doing to her warping her?
“It’s the combination of endorphins, adrenaline, and arousal that causes the pain to ramp up the pleasure. I’ve been told it’s an addicting combination.”
“But you don’t feel it?”
“I have no interest in being on the receiving end of a strapping. However, I very much enjoy giving one. It’s an incredible feeling when a sub gives themselves over to me so completely, trusts me so absolutely that they will accept and submit to my need to give pain, knowing that I will always respect their hard limits, take care of their needs before, during, and after a scene, and make sure that they are never ever hurt during a scene, outside the parameters we’ve agreed on, anyway.” He grinned wickedly at her, and she found her ass and pussy clenching with desire.
“Brad, tell her what it’s been like for you as my sub.”
“Bliss.”
Kris found herself choking on the sip of tea she’d taken, and Brad slapped her on the back until she was better.
“Bliss? You told me he canes you?”
“Yup, and it’s bliss. You know what I do for a living. I’m a firefighter, and I’m good at what I do, but every day, every hour, every minute I’m at work, I live on the edge. A call could come in at any time of day or night, and when I’m on the truck responding to that call, I know people are at risk of injury or even dying. Me, my colleagues, total strangers, I’m responsible for making sure that doesn’t happen, and it’s a heavy responsibility. I was part of the team that responded to a big fire that cost three people their lives and put one of the first responders in a wheelchair. He was a cop, a good man. He should have waited for us, but he knew there were people inside. He got two out, but when he went back a third time, he got trapped. It could have been me or one of the other guys who are paid to fight fires, but instead it was a beat cop with no breathing apparatus or any kind of safety gear. It was a great guy who was married with three kids. I was so upset, suffering post-traumatic stress disorder, and was sent for counseling.”
“That’s how you met Damon?”
“Sort of. It wouldn’t
have been ethical for me to date my patient. Brad saw a doctor who I knew from grad school,” Damon interjected.
“Yes, talking to Dr. Garcia helped a lot, but I still couldn’t get over the need to be punished for what happened. I knew, intellectually, that it wasn’t my fault, but in my heart, I felt partially responsible. If I’d been quicker or smarter or something, I could have saved their lives and Mark would still be able to walk. I started to take stupid chances at work and was on the verge of suspension if I didn’t get my head on straight.
“Luckily, Dr. Garcia understood that some problems needed an unorthodox solution. He called Damon and persuaded him to bring me to Club Libertine and show me a way I could safely get punished. It was either that or sign the order that would have me suspended from my job. To say I was reluctant was an understatement.
“And I was shocked when he introduced me to Damon. I’d kind of expected a hot Dominatrix, but the doc explained that he thought I’d need more discipline than a woman could give me. It wasn’t supposed to be a sexual thing. It was supposed to be a way to help me release the feelings that I was holding on to.”
“I was pretty surprised too, when Dr. Garcia asked for my help,” added Damon. “I’d done scenes regularly with both men and women and most of my sexual encounters until that time were with women, but I always knew I was bisexual. I just hadn’t met the right man. Until Brad.” He smiled at his partner and reached out to squeeze his hand.
“It was more challenging for me. I was a macho firefighter. I was supposed to have women panting after me and a different one in my bed each night. Which I did for a while, but it hadn’t been really satisfying. There was something. I had no idea that the missing part was a cock.” They all laughed at his expression.
“Not that I hadn’t been with men before, although not often. I didn’t know much about BDSM, but I knew the moment we were introduced that I wanted to please him. I can’t even describe the way I felt when he looked at me. We weren’t in the club. Dr. Garcia had invited us both to lunch to feel us out on his proposal. Damon and the doctor were there when I arrived. He stood and shook my hand and then he said sit and I sat. When he smiled, I felt my insides melt and I knew that I would do anything for this man, including letting him whip me.