Writes of Submission

by Cassidy Browning

  There was silence for a minute while she apparently searched for something else to attack him with.

  “Is it possible—” he knew he had to word this very carefully, “that part of you was expecting me to protect you and you’re upset that I didn’t?”

  “I—” She lit up for a second, as if he’d hit on something, then the ramifications of what he’d said seemed to register with her. She looked confused again. “But that would mean—”

  “Yes. That would mean that you had been viewing me as your protector. Your Dom.” He let it sink in for a few seconds. “Is that where our relationship was heading, before this happened?”

  “I don’t know where our relationship was heading.” Her face was stubborn and her arms tightened on her chest.

  He smiled. “Then that sounds like an excellent place to begin. Once we figure that out, maybe we can figure out how I really can protect you from doing silly things like taking trails that you weren’t ready to take.”

  “Why did you let me do it this time?” The childlike note was back in her voice.

  “Because you’re not officially under my protection and you wouldn’t have listened if I’d tried to tell you that trail was too steep for you. Would you?”

  She shrugged. “So if I was under your protection you’d be in control of everything I do?”

  “Oh, no.” He laughed. “I’m sure you’d still get into your fair share of trouble. It seems like part of your personality, and I think I like your personality the way it is. I don’t want someone who sits around waiting for me to tell her what she can and can’t do. What I do want is a partner that makes sensible choices and takes my opinion under consideration even when I’m not there.”

  “If I were under your protection, you would have stopped me?”

  “I don’t know.” They stared at each other. “I would have made it a priority to know what you were capable of and what you weren’t. I probably would have waited until we could practice on an easier slope before letting you try that one.”

  “So you’re saying it’s Dante’s fault?”

  “Not at all. I’m saying it’s your fault for not speaking up if you weren’t comfortable with the trail. Even if one or both of us were your Doms and asked you to do something, it’s ultimately your responsibility to decide if you can handle it. I wouldn’t insist that you do something you didn’t think was in your best interest. If you ask me to become your Dom and make those kinds of decisions for you, I would still expect you to use common sense.”

  She scowled. He couldn’t blame her. There was always the desire to blame somebody else for stupid situations like this. He let her stew for a minute, then leaned forward and ran a finger over her cheek. “Sweetie, everybody does stupid stuff. Nobody’s laughing at you or blaming you for what happened. It just happened, okay? Now get over yourself. We still need to decide if I am going to be your Dom.”

  Her eyes widened.

  “Do you want me to be your Dom, Nikki?” He caught her gaze and held it, deliberately putting a soft, caressing warmth into his voice.

  “I’m not sure.”

  “Aren’t you?”

  She blinked. “Shouldn’t we talk about what that means?”

  “Sure.” He sat back. “I would think, though, that the important thing would be to decide if we want to be together, then negotiate how it would work. Do you want to be in a relationship with me?”

  Her voice was breathy. “Yes.”

  There was a knock on the door and they both jumped violently. Dante cleared his throat as he stepped in the room.

  “I’m sorry to barge in,” he said. “But I think I need to be part of this conversation.”

  “You absolutely do,” Kane agreed, waving him in. “Great timing. Have a seat.”

  Chapter 20

  Dante glanced at Nikki as he sat on the bed, obviously trying not to jar her too much.

  She seemed very embarrassed now, her cheeks flushing red and her fingers twisting together in her lap. Kane wondered if this was the best time to make her talk, but then he remembered that she’d been sleeping all day.

  “I heard you saying that you want Kane to be your Dom,” Dante stated flatly, looking away from her now. There was an awkward pause. “Does that mean you don’t want to be in a relationship with me?”

  When she didn’t answer immediately, Kane stepped in. “It’s not necessarily one or the other, Nikki. I don’t know about you two, but I’ve enjoyed what we’ve been doing so far and I think that a poly relationship might work out very well for us. Would you be opposed to that, Dante?”

  “Me? Hell, no.” Dante grinned at him. “In fact, that’s a huge relief. I’d thought you wanted Nikki for yourself.”

  “I do want her,” Kane said, returning his smile. “But let’s face it. She’s a lot to handle. I’d worry about either one of us attempting it on our own.”

  Nikki stood up. “Don’t talk about me like I’m not here.”

  “Well, then, speak up,” Kane said, holding out a hand to steady her as she wobbled. “If you want a say in your relationship, then say something. What do you want?”

  She looked from one to the other of them, her face going even redder. “I want to know why either one of you would be interested in me. I’m older than you both, and not exactly your type. Shouldn’t you be screwing cute young groupies?”

  Kane roared with laughter. “Just how many groupies have you seen hanging around here, sweetie? The publisher hasn’t exactly let me advertise who I am, so I don’t have crowds of women lining up. I don’t think it would be that way even if I was public about my identity.”

  “It might be.” She looked at him stubbornly. “You’re—you’re both—gorgeous. I’m just average.”

  “Well, thank you.” Kane stood up and took her into his arms. “I don’t think I’d agree with your assessment, but it’s very nice of you to say so. However, I do think Dante would agree with me that you’re ten times better looking than either one of us.”

  “I definitely would.”

  Kane kissed her on the nose. “Now sit down, please, before you fall down again, so we can discuss our relationship in a reasonable manner. Or do I have to ask Dante to hold you down?”

  “Can do.” Dante held out his arms and Kane lowered her gently down next to him.

  “Now.” He sat back down, noticing with gratification that she had sunk quietly into Dante’s embrace. That was a good sign. He knew the kind of connection that was possible with a D/s relationship and he intended to make sure that it was as good as it could be. “Are you willing to be in a relationship with both of us?”

  “Of course I am.” Her voice was a little stronger than it had been before, as if there was an implied “What kind of idiot do you think I am?” attached.

  “Good.” He and Dante exchanged a grin over her head. This was going to be fun. “Dante, you said you’re willing as well?”

  “Fuck, yeah.”

  “Do you want to be a Dom?”

  Dante glanced down at Nikki, lying safe and snug in his arms. “Maybe at some point,” he said thoughtfully. “Being a Dom seems all serious and shit, though. Can’t I just have the fun parts for now?”

  “For now.” Kane narrowed his eyes. “But there will be discipline, especially when it comes to writing. If I am the boss, then you will need to respect my decisions.”

  “Understood.” Dante nodded solemnly. “Can I make a suggestion?”

  “Of course.”

  “I hereby propose and submit that we all get naked and consummate the agreement.”

  Nikki jerked away from him. “I couldn’t!”

  “Why not? I thought it was a great idea. I second the motion.” Kane steepled his fingers in front of his face to hide his amused smile.

  She gestured to her rumpled T-shirt and shorts she’d been sleeping in. “I’m filthy. I don’t even think I could stand in the shower long enough to clean up.”

  “Easy enough to fix.” Kane stood up and walked
to the bathroom door. “Dante, please prepare our girl for a bath. I’ll start the water.”

  * * * *

  “A bath? What about my ankle brace?” Nikki stared after Kane as he disappeared through the bathroom door.

  “I think we can manage to keep your foot elevated while we scrub you down.” Dante pulled the shirt over her head and then tipped her back so he could get to the shorts. She squealed in protest but didn’t try to stop him as he removed them, picked her up easily, and followed Kane.

  The water was hot and bubbly as Dante carefully lowered her into it. Nikki’s half-hearted objection to be being bathed like a child melted when she felt the soothing warmth on her skin and the guys’ strong hands settling her in and putting a towel behind her head.

  “I could get used to this,” she murmured to herself, closing her eyes to enjoy the sensations.

  Kane was smoothing back her hair and running his fingers lightly over her face. “Get used to what?”

  “Being treated like a queen.” Nikki turned her face slightly so his fingertips would glide gently over her lips. It was the lightest of touches, but it sent waves of relaxation and pleasure through her.

  He gave a throaty chuckle. “You will be, my dear.”

  “But isn’t it my job as the submissive to wait on you?” His fingers were trailing down her neck now, leaving little paths of tingling fire. It was all she could do to concentrate on the conversation. She felt Dante propping her injured foot up on a pile of towels at the other end of the tub and smiled as he began scooping hot soapy water onto her shin.

  “Oh, you will.” Kane’s voice was a deep, rumbling sound next to her ear. “But a good Dom knows when to pamper his sub, too. It isn’t always about us.”

  She sighed. “That’s nice.” His fingers were under the water now, circling her breasts and coming back up to trace a sudsy path over her chest to her neck. His hand closed very softly over her throat and she opened her eyes.

  “Do you like this?” His grip tightened just a little. It wasn’t quite enough to constrict her breathing, but it sent a small shock of alarm through her.

  “I don’t know.” He smiled into her eyes, holding on just long enough to cause another wave of trepidation, then he released.

  Endorphins coursed through her and she smiled, closing her eyes again as her body relaxed. She thought it was like those exercises where you tense up then relax completely. “I think I do, actually.”

  “Good.” He picked up the bar of soap and began to lather his hands. Then he handed the soap to Dante and ran them over her shoulders, chest, and torso.

  For fifteen minutes they worked in silence, allowing Nikki to bask in the attention and the calming effect of their combined touch and the hot water on her body. She had never felt so pampered or cared for in her life. Kane soaped and caressed the top half of her body, spending much more time than was strictly necessary on her breasts and nipples, while Dante massaged her legs. He occasionally allowed his fingers to slide down between her thighs and tease her pussy, but mostly the two men kept it to a sensual rather than a sexual encounter. She lay back, her eyes closed, and luxuriated in the feel of big, strong, warm, male hands all over her, feeling her excitement building and frustrated by their slow pace. By the time they drained the water and helped her stand, drying her off with big, fluffy towels, Nikki was aching for them.

  “How did that feel, pet?” Kane slung the towel over his shoulder and stepped up behind her, reaching around to cup her breasts and pull her against his big, solid body. Dante bent to rub down her legs, resting her brace on his knee and softly tracing a path up the inside of her thigh with a fingernail.

  She leaned her head back against Kane’s shoulder and moaned. “I’m going to have to sprain my ankle more often.”

  “That won’t be necessary.” Kane swung her into his arms and carried her back into the bedroom, laying her carefully down on the king-size bed. It occurred to Nikki to complain about this unfortunate habit the guys seemed to be developing of picking her up and carrying her around, but she decided that she really didn’t mind it as much as she’d thought she would. It was kind of nice to feel small and protected for a change, and she was definitely in the mood to be ravaged by her big, strong guys.

  She reached lazily for Kane and pulled his face to hers for a kiss. He settled himself next to her, one palm covering her already hard nipple and beginning to rub it in a circular motion. Nikki’s blood heated up even more than it had when he took her mouth. The feeling brought an ache to her pussy, a longing for his cock to invade her there as his tongue was invading her mouth.

  But something else invaded her pussy first. Her legs were nudged apart and the bed shifted as Dante settled himself between them. He laid a trail of kisses up one thigh and over her hip, working his way to her center, making her body begin to hum with the feel of their hands and lips and tongues in more places than she could be consciously aware of at once.

  She still couldn’t believe she had two hot guys making love to her. It was as if all of the repressed sexuality of her life had finally burst through whatever wall she’d built and had carried her away in a wave of sensuality. She sighed as Kane moved his mouth down to the nipple he’d been rubbing and began sucking and lightly biting. The hum inside her turned into a fire when Dante’s tongue found her pussy and began working it. One finger delved into the wet softness of her core while his tongue played with her clit. She shivered with an almost unbearable level of excitement, thrusting her hips closer to Dante’s demanding mouth. She wanted to be completely open to them, offer herself to them in any way they wanted. Every cell in her body was concentrated on Kane and Dante and the tidal wave that was threatening to overtake her.

  For a few minutes Kane alternated between her nipples and her mouth. He kissed her deeply and roughly, then went back to biting and sucking until the pleasure and the pain of his bites became so mingled with the pleasure of his kisses that she could barely tell the difference. She felt Dante’s tongue push deeply into her pussy and cried out as she went over the crest, her body pulsing with the surge of her orgasm. Wave after wave went over her, around and though her, taking her out of her body and plunging her into a rapturous deluge.

  Kane kissed her again as she relaxed from her orgasm, one finger tracing her cheekbone and the line of her eyelashes. She allowed herself to lie still for a few moments and luxuriate in the feeling of their bodies next to hers and their hands meandering over her skin.

  When she opened her eyes again, she smiled at them both in turn. “That was amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard.”

  “We’re glad you enjoyed it,” Kane told her, sitting up so she could see past him to Dante. “Are you up for a little more?”

  “Of course.” She tried to sit up, but Kane put a hand on her shoulder.

  “Why don’t you return the attention that Dante gave you while I fuck that sweet pussy?”

  Dante nodded enthusiastically. “Sounds like a good plan to me.”

  “Okay, then.” Kane pulled her to the edge of the bed, carefully resting her injured ankle on his shoulder, and eased his cock into her while Dante positioned himself next to her head.

  Dante’s cock was beautiful, long and thick, and it vibrated eagerly as he brought it close to her face. Nikki smiled and reached out her tongue to capture the drop of pre-cum that glistened on the end. It was sweet, just like him, and she licked all the way around the head before taking it into her mouth.

  He groaned in what she hoped was enjoyment as she began sucking him, enjoying the silky softness of the skin over the stiff rod underneath and the short, tentative thrusts he made into her mouth, obviously trying not to overwhelm her. She sucked harder, pulling him in as far as she could, matching her action to Kane’s rhythm as he pushed into her pussy.

  There seemed to be a current that flowed between the three of them, fusing them into one organism. It was as if she’d known them all her life, had just been waiting for their different paths
to bring them together so they could become what they had all been destined to be. Nikki knew that there were no guarantees. Any of them might feel differently tomorrow, but for tonight, at least, she was inexplicably and thoroughly connected to these two men. They were the missing parts of her, the perspective she’d never been able to achieve on her own.

  She continued to suck on Dante’s cock as Kane thrust into her, reveling in the fact that she was bringing pleasure to them both. She could feel Dante’s orgasm building. His movements became quicker and shorter, and he seemed to be holding his breath.

  Kane suddenly stiffened against her, his head thrown back, and she felt his cock begin to pulse inside her. The sight must have thrown Dante over the edge as well, because he began to shoot cum into her mouth, hot and salty, coating her tongue.

  She came, too, moaning into Dante’s dick, clutching at his hips and sucking eagerly, anxious to get every drop she could from him. She wanted to show him that she belonged to them body and soul, and their pleasure was more important to her than anything on earth.

  They curled up together afterwards, a warm cozy sandwich of bodies and arms and legs, Nikki’s head snuggled against Kane’s broad shoulders and Dante holding her from behind, her ass tucked into him and her legs entangled with Kane’s.

  “So who’s up for a six-o’clock run?” Dante mumbled sleepily from behind Nikki.

  Kane reached behind him with one hand, ineffectually slapping the air. “Don’t even suggest such an obscene thing. I’m the sadist here, and don’t you forget it.”

  Nikki smiled to herself as she drifted off. The next few days were shaping up to be really interesting.

  Chapter 21

  Kane woke and glanced at the clock. Seven thirty. What an ungodly hour to be awake. He felt a movement behind him and remembered that they’d all three been in the bed when he’d gone to sleep.