Threesomed 2

by New Dawning Books

  With reluctance, Daniel compiled. Her sharp gaze suggested she could see into his soul.

  "Tell me, this anxiety you feel—is it concern for Bethany, or are your own issues overshadowing this conversation?"

  "I don't know what you mean."

  "Come now, my boy. Have we resorted to lying to one another? We are above such petty instances." Madam Clairette sighed, but he’d barely tapped into her well of patience. "Keegan is the one who broke you when you first came here. His strength and techniques overcame you?"

  Daniel's cheeks burned. Should he say the words he never allowed himself to utter aloud, except when he stared at himself in the mirror, alone? To admit while he'd craved his master, at the same time, he’d been repelled by Keegan's methods? Such disrespect to one's dom wasn't acceptable.

  "Whatever you say will stay within these four walls, Daniel. I swear it. This is just between you and me. Not Bethany, or Keegan—no one. Have I ever betrayed your trust?"

  "No, Mistress."

  "Then, let's talk about this."

  His mouth opened with a quick retort, then thought better of it. He took a breath. "Keegan is too much, too soon. One day, I was just me, and the next, the round peg being forced into a square hole. The demands he made of me broke me alright, and not in the right way. He both tantalized and terrified me with every breath I took. And if I failed…"

  "He punished you."

  Daniel looked up to see the sympathy in her eyes. He remembered when he'd come here. As did she.

  "Do you know why, even when you came to me wanting to be a master, I decided to make you a bottom first?"

  He never asked. He wanted to be here, with his friends, and he would've been anything the mistress asked—even a submissive, something he had no desire to be. His personality never worked in a submissive role.

  Daniel shook his head. “No, why?”

  "Because you needed to see what it’s like to be dominated before I released you on anyone. You had too much fire—but not like Bethany's. While I love so much about you, you possessed arrogance, almost a God complex, which I had to extinguish. If permitted, I could see it spiral out of control, and you would take someone too far. If a submissive craves something that isn’t good for them, emotionally or physically, you wouldn't hesitate, you wouldn't think, and break one of my rules. To be a responsible master in this house, you have to understand those in your care. I knew Keegan would teach you that lesson better than anyone else. Yes, he may've been harsh—as he is likely to do—but it did the trick with you, didn't it? Your fire changed and matured with you. You became a well-rounded dominant, who will seek to take control, but not push the too-fine limit. A responsibility and control you must have."

  Daniel nodded. This made sense to him, put like this. But now he felt too soft, opposed to too hard. Would there ever be a middle ground? "I am not master enough for my girlfriend, anymore."

  "So you think my decision set you back in your path of dominance?"

  "Hasn't it?"

  "No. As I've said, Keegan trained you in ways you needed to be. Now, you're in a transition period to find yourself. You will find balance, dear. The dom you are meant to be. You couldn’t know this, but both Keegan and I are proud of how far you've come. Keegan showing you by example with Bethany, might be the key to unlocking the last piece inside of you." The mistress tilted her head to one side and studied him.

  "So you really think Keegan is a good choice?"

  "The absolute best. You just wait and see—alright?"

  Daniel smiled, unsure of his level of confidence being any higher than when he’d walked in. "Yes, Mistress."

  "Then, off you go. Keegan will be retrieving Bethany shortly, and I want you to be there for her training." Madam Clairette bent over her desk and took his hand. "I admire you, Daniel, for finding yourself a woman who you can be your complete self with, and allow the same of her. You care enough to watch her back when I've seen many relationships fail because of petty jealousies, or they couldn't handle these kind of decisions. You and Bethany are very special, trusting and understanding people."

  "We've talked a lot about it, and learned from one another well. I don't think I could've found a better woman." Daniel paused. His eyes burned again, but not a single tear fell. His sincerity showed when he spoke next. "Thank you, mistress, for understanding—for always being there, and for believing in me."

  Madam Clairette blinked back tears. She walked around her desk and hugged him, her voice thick when she spoke, "You would do the same for me, and anyone else under this roof. You are a true blessing to us all. Never hesitate to ask anything of me—you know you will always have what you need here."

  Chapter Two

  Daniel stared at his feet while he walked back to his room, humming a tune he only half remembered. Dazed after he’d bared his soul to the one woman who could read him better than any human alive, he didn’t know what his next move should be.

  "Hello, Daniel." A deep masculine voice penetrated his little slice of the world.

  He stopped short. His gaze met with a set of brilliant cerulean eyes. "Good morning, Keegan." Daniel hadn't meant the greeting to sound so stiff and formal, but his time as Keegan's submissive instilled certain things into Daniel's mind. At least now, he could finally call him by his given name instead of master.

  "Bethany is still sleeping." Keegan stated, not asking a question. The slight note of disapproval, to which Daniel had become accustomed to.

  Nonetheless, Daniel stiffened. "I turned off the alarm, and allowed her to sleep, while I went to see Madam Clairette."

  Keegan smirked. "Undermining me already, Daniel?"

  "How do you figure?"

  "I don't have to be there, to know why you went. You don't want me as Bethany's master—I knew this would be the case the moment our mistress told me of her intentions." Keegan leaned against the wall. "And in a way, I get that—as a man. But as a member of this household, I demand you readjust your attitude. Either we are accomplices in Bethany's training, or the training does not take place at all. So, let me make this very clear from the get go, and do not mistake me. Bethany needs to understand the food-chain the moment I walk through the door, with no mistakes. Training is black and white. I am the master. Bethany is the submissive. You are the observer. Should there be any mixing of those roles, I will wash my hands of all of it—no questions, no offensives or defenses. It's over. Are we clear?"

  Daniel sighed. "Quite."

  "Good." Keegan clapped his hand on Daniel's back. Though his voice maintained the undercurrent of authority, his stern expression gentled—a rare occurrence. "I understand a lot more than you think, and I promise you, I will know should Bethany cross a line. Whether she mentions it or not. If you continue to feel uncomfortable, you can talk to me in private. But please refrain in front of my new bottom. I don’t plan to shut you out—I want you to know that."

  "Understood."

  "Shall we begin then? Madam Clairette would like Bethany to attend tonight's dinner party. I would like to prepare her a little, even though she won't be subject to the same things as the rest of us are, and especially before Saturday when the real wolves descend and Bethany is subjected to the full lifestyle."

  "Right this way." Daniel went to open the door and Keegan stopped him.

  "Dan, you aren't my submissive anymore. Our conversation is nothing more than one master to another, friend to friend. That's all. I don't expect you to bow to me in any way, only to respect my part in Bethany's life."

  Daniel cocked his head to one side, knowing he flirted with fire. "And if I wanted to slip into another role?"

  Keegan blinked, the only show Daniel's words had any effect on him at all. A certain delight entered his eyes. "You were a great pleasure to break—an exotic taste I rarely get the chance to experience. And if that is what you want, say the word. Until then, we're cool with how things are."

  Keegan followed too close as Daniel reentered his bedroom, as if to tease him. His
heart beat just a little faster, as he felt the man's eyes on his back.

  Chapter Three

  Bethany still lay in bed, just as Daniel left her; a blonde angel in sleep. Granted, a naked one, but angelic nonetheless.

  Her vivid blue eyes blinked open.. Her full, dark pink lips tugged into a smile when she spotted Daniel. But then she saw Keegan, and her eyes widened, sitting up faster than a coiled spring.

  The silk sheet fell from her full breasts, crowned with rosy nipples. Side-swept bangs partially obscured her expression. Bethany stilled like a deer caught in headlights.

  "Get up, submissive. And greet your master properly," Keegan said in a low, husky voice.

  After a second of hesitation, Bethany slowly moved to the edge of the bed.

  Daniel winced. He would've allowed this impertinence, so Bethany wouldn't know she did wrong. When Keegan smirked, Bethany cocked her head, looking him right in the eye.

  Daniel looked at the floor, and bit his lip. At that moment, he understood exactly why Madam Clairette chose Keegan to break Bethany. While she acted as a submissive, she still didn't understand the extent of what she should be doing, and how she should react—but she would. He saw the flash of that knowledge in Keegan's eyes.

  "Kneel before me, sub. And be quick about it this time," Keegan barked. The coiled muscles in his shoulders and back well defined through his tee.

  Bethany obeyed, knowing well enough to stare at the floor as she dropped to her knees in front of him, her thighs parallel with his calves.

  "I can see you lack in areas, but we'll fix that." Keegan crossed his arms, his thick-as-tree-trunk biceps bulging. His long, tapered fingers tapped the elbow of his other arm. "Let's start off with the basics. I speak, you listen. Only my words mean anything to you now. That means when I give an order, you immediately obey without question or complaint. You do not speak unless spoken to, and only if I give you permission first. The answers will be as short as possible. If I am displeased with how you handle yourself or disobey me, there will be a punishment of my choosing."

  "Like a spanking?" Bethany said with humor.

  Daniel’s brow cocked. Another mistake.

  Mistake number two. Daniel knew that had been a test. And her first punishment would soon follow.

  "Did I ask you to speak?" Keegan said. A test. Would she answer him? Bethany shut her mouth and kept it that way. He reached out, and ran his fingers down her tousled hair. "Daniel, would you please get my backpack I left in the hallway?"

  "Of course." Daniel retrieved the package, handling the bag with care when exchanging hands. He had only a vague idea what would be in the bag. With Keegan, one could only be so sure about what tricks would come out.

  Keegan pulled out a collar with shiny spikes protruding from the collar at regular intervals, reminiscent of something a Rottweiler would wear. Also, a five-foot leash.

  Without saying a word, he lifted Bethany's hair from her neck, coiled the collar around her neck, and attached the leash. With flashing blue eyes, he straightened.

  Bethany stared up at him with a "Now what?" look clearly etched on her face. That was as good as actually speaking the words themselves.

  Keegan's smile turned absolutely predatory. He reached to yank down his shorts, allowing his already stiff cock to bounce free. His hand clutched in her hair the same moment he said in a husky voice, "Suck it."

  He pulled her closer, and she opened her mouth to accept the thick girth. She moaned low in her throat as she took more of him. Daniel's lips parted at the sight, feeling his own shaft twitch while Bethany worked Keegan.

  Keegan's hips surged every once in a while. Daniel knew personally Bethany's skill combined with erotic eagerness would bring the best man to his knees—something no master would ever be caught doing. This gave Daniel a spark of self-satisfaction as Keegan struggled not to react overly much.

  Even so, the lack of control showed in Keegan's white knuckles bunched at the back of her blonde locks, the subtle shudders going down his spine. He lost himself, allowing Bethany's hands to steal up his thighs, stopping right underneath his ass to pull him in faster, deeper. A proper submissive wouldn't have done so without the master's permission. And Keegan didn't seem to notice.

  Daniel knew the moment Keegan orgasmed. His mouth opened, nothing coming out save a strangled moan. When Bethany slowly retreated off his softening cock, she licked her lips, looking up at her master for approval.

  The fire in his eyes gave her just that.

  "And now, for breakfast," Keegan said, unable to catch his breath.

  Chapter Four

  Daniel followed Keegan at a leisurely pace, while the master swaggered with confidence.

  He watched contently how Bethany's ass rolled, while she crawled down the hallway. Her toned body was sheathed in a mid-thigh length silk dress. The black material rode up her legs, revealing a choice portion of her backside for Daniel's greedy attention.

  "Are you going to the party on Saturday as a Master, or guest?" Keegan's voice stayed conversational when he spoke to Daniel. As if this was any other day. Keegan's large fist gripped a thick nylon leash attached to a spiked leather collar around Bethany's neck.

  Bethany's head turned just enough that Keegan didn't notice her action. He hadn't given permission to, but Daniel knew she awaited his answer.

  "Not sure yet. Madam Clairette will let me know, I'm sure. You?"

  Keegan grinned. "I'll be looking after Bethany, of course."

  The house's inhabitants began to enter the dining room with increasing frequency. They took notice of Bethany with curiosity and hopeful lust. Their interest increased with every confident movement she made. Keegan's hand trailed down her back in an absent manner, a subtle mark of territory.

  He sat at the head of the table—his regular place. Bethany leaned back on the heels of her feet, her hand flat on the oriental rug balanced her. Luke walked in from the kitchen. He stared at the floor, until he got to his seat, to Keegan's right. He folded his hands in his lap and looked no one in the eye.

  Keegan's gaze flicked to Luke for a brief instant, before he reached for the morning paper the maids left at his setting every morning. "How are you this morning, Sub?"

  "Good, Master." Luke's hushed tone came out hoarse, though pleasant to the ear. "Your evening went well?"

  Keegan's lips pursed before they stretched into a smirk. "Not as fine as this morning. Bethany is a spitfire waiting to ignite, and I am eager to begin."

  Daniel sat at Keegan's left, leaned back in the chair and cracked his neck. The slight pressure in his head eased. A few masters strolled in, with their subs trailing behind them. Some of them knelt on the floor in the same way as Bethany. Others sat in chairs.

  When everyone settled, Madam Clairette strolled into the room like a refreshing ocean breeze, bringing smiles to several faces. The mistress let her hip-length black hair fall around her, in a thick, shiny cape. Her unadorned face was fresh and bright—only at events or meetings did she wear makeup—and she wore a thin dress made of silk, with no bra beneath. Her high, ample breasts swayed with the slow rhythm of her step.

  "Good morning, my lovelies." Madam Clairette looked at each in turn. "Did Bethany make it down?"

  Daniel bit his lip when Bethany raised her face over the high table to look the Mistress in the eye. Keegan let the directness slide, and petted her loose blonde locks. Bethany pressed into the caress. Keegan's perpetual smirk softened, and Daniel released a sigh of relief.

  "She is ready to learn, quite eager for attention."

  "Very good. Nice to see you my dear."

  The maids brought the food into the dining room, and served everyone a full bounty of plump maple sausage, their choice of eggs, and hash browns cooked to just the right, browned texture, smelling of white onion, garlic and rosemary. Their glasses contained either orange or apple juice, cups filled with coffee hinted with caramel crème and cinnamon.

  Keegan, along with the masters who had their subs
on the floor, received more of a portion than the rest, as custom. He picked up his knife and fork with impeccable manners, as he sliced into a sausage. He picked up a bite size piece, then shifted to Bethany.

  Unbidden, Bethany parted her lips, so Keegan could place the sausage in her mouth. She licked his fingertips with a slow stroke.

  "Naughty girl." Keegan's voice turned hoarse. His face promised retaliation. Technically, she hadn't done anything he could punish her for, and she knew it.

  Daniel knew this game too well. Bethany could be the perfect submissive, but she would push boundaries to the point of breaking them, once she understood the rules. Granted, Daniel's old master could be a strict man, but soon Bethany would learn his tells and the house rules. Then, there'd be erotic hell to pay for them all.

  Bethany pushed backward, the movement simple, although every man in the room observed her with longing. Her lush, toned body would make everything she did a pure joy to watch.

  The sounds of forks on china met quiet conversations on both sides of room. An excited buzz started. Even though the big-bang party would be Saturday, there'd be the more intimate gathering this eve.

  Keegan snapped his paper to reveal the crisp lines when she leaned against his thigh.

  Madam Clairette didn't miss Keegan's reaction. Daniel could read her amusement as she watched the pair.

  Keegan didn't look up from the news. "How is the bi-annual event coming along?"

  Conversations hushed to listen to the Mistress, whatever she might say.

  "Splendid! I think this one will be far better than the one earlier this year."

  Another Master sat up straighter—a known opportunist. He constantly bragged that sitting on Madam Clairette's left made him more important than any other, except Patricia, the mistress' leading female Master, who sat at her right—a self imagined fantasy on Matt's part. Keegan sat at the other head of the table, where the Madam Clairette's late husband once reigned in this dining room. No one could sit there, not even in Keegan’s absence.