by Cara Adams
But…
If it had been her, she would never have questioned the will. If her grandparents had left her anything she’d have been grateful that they’d remembered her and wanted her to remember them and would have accepted the gift however small it was. Even if it was less than what was given to someone else. She certainly wouldn’t have gone crying to an attorney and harassing other family members. And since he evidently was upset, why didn’t he simply contact Oscar and say, “Hey, I’ve been ripped off. Let’s talk”? It all seemed to her as if he was grandstanding and, well, pretty much a spoiled brat.
Still, it wasn’t her place to judge a man she’d never met. There could be all kinds of issues she knew nothing about. Time to get back to work. And to think about tonight. Well, I hope it’ll be tonight.
* * * *
First thing Monday morning Danny had installed a sturdy dead bolt on the door he’d made across the hallway. The door that was now the entrance to their own apartment. He’d followed that up by nailing a thick blanket across the window in what would be their bedroom.
Privacy? Check.
He and Oscar had sat down together the night before and planned a nice little scene for Ambrielle, easing her into the BDSM genre and finishing up with an idea he was rather pleased with. And if she wasn’t ready for it yet, no problems, they’d use it another day in the future when she was willing.
And there would be a future because Danny was convinced the three of them were right for each other and would become a permanent triad partnership. Oh sure, Oscar’s head was up his ass right now with all this shit caused by his fuckup of a cousin, but Sierra would sort that out. Danny had a very high opinion of the attorney. She was beautiful and smart and more than a match for any attorney George hired.
Ambrielle was a little hesitant about the relationship, too. Danny could see that as well, but he was sure she’d come around to the plan. Get with the program. Anyone could see how perfect they all were for each other, how well their personalities blended, how companionably they got along together, and how hot they were in bed together. Yes, it was three out of three for the three of them!
Danny stared around the room. The rooms were framed up and the bathroom and kitchen laid out. He had the electrician and plumber both booked to come in this week and get the rooms set up and he’d ordered a sink, a tub, and a shower for the bathroom. He’d let Ambrielle choose the kitchen equipment. He’d tell her he needed a woman’s insight to make sure he didn’t get anything wrong. Working with him on the kitchen equipment would get her used to the idea of the apartment, and with luck, give her a sense of belonging and ownership in it as well
Or would it make her worry he only saw her as a kitchen slave? Hmm. Likely he needed to think a bit more about that. He really needed to get her thinking about their relationship as an ongoing one, though. He’d talk to Oscar when he took a break later today. Meanwhile he had to install a beam to hang chains from for tonight, and there was the bed to organize yet. He needed to get moving. The day was being wasted while he was standing here.
* * * *
Oscar was determined to focus only on his two partners tonight, his very best friend and the woman he admired and wanted to know much better. Tonight would be all about learning her likes and dislikes, seeing what set her on fire, what ramped up the intimacy level in her mind.
But Danny was an equal member of this triad, so Danny’s wants, needs, desires also had to be at the forefront of his mind. It was Danny who’d made them take the time to work out the scene together, and Danny who’d forced him to put his everyday life away for this night.
If this relationship was to be a success it was up to Oscar to do his part, to put his partners first, to forget about his cousin and the clinic and focus only on Ambrielle and Danny.
Ambrielle was so beautiful. She was lush, rounded, yet fit and strong, and her mind was as big an attraction to him as her body. Just yesterday he’d been forced to accept that her logical brain had solved his problems far faster than he had done. He’d been too deeply involved in the issues to take a break and plan coolly and clearly what steps had to be taken to fix it. She’d seen the problem, isolated it, and had it half-solved so fast his brain had been reeling. So now he needed to reward her, to demonstrate clearly to her that he appreciated every facet of her personality.
Danny had set up what would be their bedroom as the dungeon. That was best, so that when they invited guests to visit with them in future, the living room would be a space that anyone could enter and feel at home in. The bedroom, however, would be their own private retreat and playground. Danny had installed a bracing beam on the ceiling with eyebolts and chains attached so they could restrain Ambrielle a number of different ways for their various scenes.
Oscar wanted to start with her feet flat on the floor, until she got used to that. Later he would make her stretch and rest only on her toes. She would learn how to help take her weight on her arms, but he didn’t want to overwhelm her tonight. No, tonight he wanted her to experience the true joy that only comes with submission to a Master.
By the time he’d visited with each of his patients and written up their charts, it was almost seven thirty. He’d intended to shower and change, but there was no time for that. Oscar thought for a moment, wondering if making her wait would enhance the anticipation, but then decided it was too soon for those kinds of techniques yet, so he left his “Doctor” persona in his office and hurried up to the top floor. The door was open and he walked inside to see both Danny and Ambrielle already in the living room. Oscar smiled and turned and dead bolted the door.
“Let the games begin,” said Danny.
They’d scripted this part of the evening thoroughly, wanting to ensure Ambrielle knew what would happen and so she could adjust and even change her mind if she needed to. Oscar nodded to Danny. Danny’d been the one encouraging him to get started on this scene, so he deserved to explain the safe word system to their new sub.
“Ambrielle, with your Internet surfing I expect you learned all about safe words,” said Danny.
Oscar flicked his gaze from Danny to Ambrielle. She was nodding. So far so good.
“We use the traffic light system. It’s very simple for a new sub to understand. Either Oscar or I will ask you what color you are. If you’re enjoying everything and happy to continue you say—”
“Green.” Ambrielle smiled at them both.
“Correct. If you are okay at present but don’t want to continue or don’t want any more stimulation you say—”
“Orange.”
“That’s right. You may say red at any time. Red is when you don’t want to continue playing at all. Red stops everything completely. There is no restarting the action once you’ve said red. Do you understand?” asked Danny.
“Yes.”
“Are you ready to begin the scene?” asked Oscar.
“Yes.”
“Well, the first step is for you to get naked.” Danny leered at her in a very wolfish, exaggerated way.
“Aren’t you both going to undress as well?” she asked.
“Oh, we’ll be bare when the appropriate time comes. Don’t ever doubt that,” said Danny.
Hell, yes. His cock was already standing up at the thought of touching her, never mind fucking her later tonight.
Very quickly she took off her shoes, pants, and blouse, folded them neatly, and looked around for somewhere to leave them. There was no furniture in this room at all, so she shrugged and left them on the floor, then dropped her bra and panties onto the top of the pile. Oscar wished she’d loosened her hair from the neat braid that hung down her back, but since they planned to flog her later, if things went according to plan, it was likely more convenient to have it tied up. But he longed to run his fingers through the length and take the time to appreciate the natural beauty of her wavy, dark hair.
Oscar mentally shrugged and put that behind him. It’s not about you tonight.
“Come,” ordered Danny. Danny
led them into the bedroom. Oscar made sure he was standing to the side, so he could see her face when she saw the chains hanging from the ceiling and the big new bed. He hoped it’d excite her, thrill her, but there was always the chance she would be scared at the thought of being tied up. Well, they had a backup plan if that happened, too.
But no, she remained perfectly calm. Good.
“We are in the dungeon now. You will remain perfectly silent unless asked a direct question. You will answer with two words only, yes or no, or your color, and Sir or Master. Do you understand?” asked Danny.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Color?” ordered Oscar, wondering if she was assimilating all this new information.
“Green, Sir.”
Good.
“When you are ready to begin a scene you will stand before us, your head lowered, your hands behind your back, and your weight evenly balanced on your feet, which should be shoulder-width apart. If you have done wrong, you should kneel at our feet, your forehead on the floor, your hands behind your back. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” Ambrielle lowered her gaze, widened her stance, and gripped her hands behind her back.
She was doing very well. Now to see if she enjoyed the punishment, if it aroused her the way it should.
“Come and let us chain you up.”
Ambrielle followed Danny across to the chains. He stood her in the place they’d decided on and Danny fastened one handcuff to her wrist while Oscar did the other one. They moved her feet wide apart and cuffed her to a spreader bar they had ready and waiting. Then Danny stood back against the wall, facing Ambrielle, while Oscar walked behind her and delivered four, hard sharp smacks to her ass, two on each cheek. Oscar looked up and Danny nodded, so Oscar slid one hand up her inner leg, across the ultrasensitive skin of her inner thigh, and let his fingers just touch her pussy lips. Damp. Excellent. That was the response they’d hoped for.
Oscar longed to plunge his fingers deep inside her cunt and explore her heat, touching all her most arousing places, but now was not the time. Dammit.
Now he moved back and to the side. Danny took a tiny box out of his pocket and moved in front of Ambrielle. First he sucked one of her round breasts into his mouth, then he screwed a tiny nipple clamp to her nipple. Oscar’s cock hardened and begged to be let out as Danny repeated his actions with her other breast, clasping the second clip to the other nipple.
Oscar unlocked his toy box, which was standing in the corner of the room, and got out two identical floggers. He raised an eyebrow at Danny and mimed using two hands. Danny nodded. Excellent. He agreed that Ambrielle was ready for this next step.
Traditional Florentine flogging was done by one person with an identical flogger in each hand, gradually bringing the blood to the surface of the skin of the recipient before increasing the intensity. It was a difficult stroke to perfect, as both hands had to give equal pressure in the whipping. It would be even more difficult for the two men acting in concert, as they’d need to stand very close together and match each other in direction and pressure. But the advantage of them doing this would be to heighten their sub’s arousal to intense levels very quickly. Oscar was certain he and Danny would understand each other well enough to successfully introduce their brand-new sub to the delights of punishment together. This style meant that they were both equally in charge, working tightly in unison, proving to her that as Doms they could be jointly responsible for her pleasure.
They stood behind Ambrielle, nodded to each other, then Oscar laid the first stoke across Ambrielle’s shoulders. Immediately Danny followed it with a second stroke. They continued for half a dozen more strokes each before stopping.
Danny asked, “Color?”
“Green, Sir.”
This time he laid the first stroke across her ass, and Oscar followed him. When her ass was bright pink they stopped. Oscar asked, “Color?”
“Green, Sir”.
Now that was interesting. He’d hoped she’d discover how much she liked this lifestyle, but hadn’t dared hope for such an immediately positive reaction.
They punished her more firmly now. Her skin was already pink and she was well warmed up for more intense strokes. They were careful to avoid her kidneys, spine, and hips, but the rest of her back was soon a deep red from the punishment. It was enough. They both stopped. Oscar leaned forward and dug his fingers into her cunt. She was dripping with moisture. He offered his fingers to Danny and both men sniffed then tasted her.
“She’s ready for us to move on to the next scene,” said Danny.
Oscar watched her carefully. In this position her face was hidden, but her body was open and welcoming. She was showing no signs of wanting to stop. Nevertheless he needed to check.
“Color?”
“Green, Sir.”
Oscar had to force himself not to pump his hand in the air or high-five Danny.
Silently they unchained her and removed the spreader bar. Danny swept her up in his arms and laid her on the waiting bed. Oscar returned the floggers to his toy box and grabbed the lube and condoms.
Danny was already undressed, having left Ambrielle face down on the bed. She hadn’t moved but was showing no signs of discomfort. They’d need to oil her skin before they slept, though. She wasn’t used to being flogged and he didn’t want her skin to bruise.
Oscar kneeled between her legs and began to touch her ass. He lubed all around the tight ring of muscles and found himself smiling as she pushed back onto his fingers, trying to drive them inside her tight rear channel.
Danny lay down, his face level with her breasts, and began teasing her with the nipple clip. Ha! That would keep her occupied and nice and hot while he prepared her ass.
Soon Oscar’s fingers were deep inside her back door, stretching her, softening her tissues, opening her for his cock, a cock that was paining him now with the need to be freed. Unlike Danny, however, he wasn’t going to undress until the last possible moment. His cock was so desperate to be inside this wonderful woman he couldn’t trust himself not to rush this time of preparation should his skin touch hers.
She was so beautiful lying there, her shoulders and ass all pink, her body wiggling madly now, trying to make him and Danny move on to the next step. She was all woman, and all lovely, and he wanted her forever. Not just right now, but always. Always? Yes, forever. He blinked. He needed to think more about that later.
Oscar slid off the bed and undressed, then rolled a condom over his cock. The head was really red. It’d take all his will not to spoil everything by coming too soon. He sat back on the bed, up against the headboard, his legs wide apart. “Ready,” he told Danny.
“Ambrielle, it’s time for you to sit on Oscar’s cock. Have your back to him and let him fill your ass.”
“About fucking time. I’ve been waiting here forever,” she replied, obviously having decided the dungeon scene was over now her handcuffs were off.
In Oscar’s mind this was part of the scene, but she was a very new sub and they hadn’t explained it to her. Besides, he loved her feisty, argumentative, pushy moments. She was so good at her work, and such a fun companion, he needed times like this to accept she was a real person, not some robot he could command to do his will.
It took her a while to get her ass in the right place. He held his cock with one hand and her hip with the other, but there was still quite a lot of wiggling as she settled down on his lap and he pushed up inside her. Damn, she felt good. So fucking tight and hot it almost blew his mind.
Then her burning ass cheeks were pressed down onto his thighs and his arm was tight across her chest. He buried his head against her shoulder, licking her sweet, soft skin as Danny wiggled into place, widening his legs and moving his cock closer and closer until it disappeared inside Ambrielle’s cunt. Fuck, that was hot, watching her absorb his best friend deep inside herself, then feeling Danny’s cock pushing against his with just a thin wall of tissue separating them from each other.
“Ready,
man?” Oscar asked Danny.
“Yes, together.”
Together they withdrew, moving so slowly Oscar wanted to scream, but he knew if he went fast he’d never control his cock. It’d self-destruct. When just the head of his cock was still inside her he straightened his shoulders against the headboard of the bed to get more comfortable, and then they began pushing inside again.
Ambrielle was whimpering and trying to wiggle between them, but they pressed her body hard against theirs so she couldn’t spoil their plans. Exploding on the second stroke was not what they wanted and not the best thing for her either. She needed this to be her best orgasm ever, even if it killed his dick to wait that long.
In and out they pumped, still moving slowly and purposefully, just very slightly increasing their pace. Oscar slid his hand across her belly and up to one breast, touching and teasing her skin with a couple of fingers then finding her nipple and pressing the nipple clip and tugging on it. The three of them were so tightly welded together he had very little finger room, but her breasts were very tempting.
Their bodies were also getting sweaty and slick, meaning they moved faster even though he tried to keep control.
Over Ambrielle’s head, Danny caught his gaze and nodded. All right, time to finish it properly before they all fell apart.
On the next instroke he and Danny slammed into her with all the force their thigh muscles could manage. Ambrielle screamed and exploded around them, her inner muscles gripping his cock so tightly he thought his eyes would cross.
Madly he pumped again and let go, his cum shooting from his cock and filling the condom, her heat surrounding him and welcoming him. Oscar felt an answering burst of heat on the other side of her wall and knew Danny had come, too, but Ambrielle was shaking in his arms so he stroked into her again and again, wanting this to be her best climax so far.
He leaned his head against hers, kissing her shoulders and licking her skin, enjoying the sweaty, feminine taste of her.
Danny pulled out of Ambrielle and headed into the other room, returning with a packet of wipes to clean the sweat off them all. Oscar laid her on her side and climbed off the bed to get rid of the condom. That’s something else we need to talk about. No more condoms. Since we’ll be staying together, they won’t be needed.