by Brynn Ford
Desi’s forehead was wrinkled as she watched us both, considering what he was telling her, "Okay, I'm listening."
Law fed me another bite, “Eat, Blue.”
Desi hesitated for a moment, still watching Law, but eventually picked up her fork and knife and dug in.
Law put his elbows on the table, folding his hands together, "The temptation with you has been getting too strong for me to rein in. Your husband has granted us both permission to satisfy our sexual needs together and you simply won't allow it. My frustration over your non-compliance in that aspect is growing beyond a manageable level for me."
"I can't do that to him, Law, you know that."
He held up a hand to her, "I'm not done talking. I understand why you won’t, and I respect that choice. I want to honor it, but I'm struggling to give you pain without a release of my own," he leaned toward her, and though I couldn’t see the entirety of his face, I knew he was giving her one of his famous, charming smiles, “You know what it does to me to give you pain, sweetheart.”
"So, what? You won't give me pain anymore? You're done with me? You're…you and Ris are…and I'm not…" she stammered.
"Honey," I soothed, "Stop talking. Listen."
Law snapped around to face me and shoved another bite of steak in my mouth. He tapped under my chin, encouraging me to close my mouth.
“Quiet, Angel,” he warned.
Yes, Sir.
Shove more meat in my mouth and shut me up, I beg you.
Desi looked so utterly worried that Law was taking away the one thing that gave her any form of release. I wanted him to hurry up and get to the crux of his explanation so she would understand.
"I'm still going to give you pain. But Ris and I have come up with a plan that should benefit the three of us mutually."
She looked back and forth between the two of us and I could see the wheels turning, could see she was starting to make sense of this in her mind.
Law continued, "The four of us are going to have a shared contract. If both you and Vaughn agree to it, that is."
"Oh," Desi let out a breath, her shoulders visibly relaxing, "What kind of contract?"
Law finally began to eat from his own plate, "Vaughn will be involved in the decision making regarding your part, but essentially, it's a triad. The three of us together in a hierarchy power dynamic. Desi, you're the submissive, of course, for both of us."
"Both of you?"
"Yes. Now you know I have no interest in being submissive to anyone in any respect, so it will come as no surprise to you that I will, as always, remain dominant.”
"And Ris?"
"Obviously, she's our switch. She'll be your dominant and my submissive. She'll obey any orders from me and you'll obey any orders from her. Though my orders will always trump hers."
That was the only part of the contract I had any reluctance to. I agreed to it nonetheless because I trusted Law not to breach the dynamic that would exist between me and Desi unless he truly thought it necessary. I trusted his judgement.
"So, you would both be my dominants, I would be submissive to both of you?" Desi worked out.
"Yes," Law replied.
“But…no,” Desi hesitated with a shake of her head, “Vaughn’s my dominant, I chose to let him decide for me.”
“Of course, and I wouldn’t dare disrespect that. Vaughn will have ultimate say over anything Ris or I choose to have you do. We’ll discuss boundaries and limits that he wishes to place on our power over you before we begin. But I see no point in discussing anything with him until I know whether you are willing to consent. I have the contract printed out for you to read through, but before I even bother to give it to you, I need you to tell me. Are you interested in doing this with us?"
Desi looked at me, "It won't change our friendship?"
I waited for Law to give me permission to speak. It came in the form of a nod.
"Of course not,” I told her, “You're my girl. I wouldn't let play time get in the way of our friendship. You know that, sweetie."
"Okay,” Desi considered, letting out a breath, “I need to read the contract first. I need to know the details because I've got so much swirling in my head right now that I can't make heads or tails of."
"Sure, sweetheart," Law said, "Angel, go get the contracts off my desk. There are three copies there."
"Yes, Sir.”
I stood and retrieved the copies from his home office as asked, rounding the table to place one in front of Desi, then in front of Law, then returning to kneel at his side.
Law ate and fed me in silence as we let Desi read through the contract line by line. When she finished, she took a deep breath and picked up the pen I'd laid down with her copy, clicking the top again and again and again.
When the clicking stopped, she spoke, "I have a question.”
Law leaned forward on his elbows, looking positively eager to watch her put pen to paper. I had no problem admitting I was eager for it, too.
"Go ahead," Law murmured.
"When do we talk to Vaughn so I can sign?”
Chapter 13
Law
We’d been slowly working our way into the specifics of this dominant-switch-submissive contract the four of us had agreed to over the past week. It was a triad in reality, but Vaughn was involved, too. After all, Desi was his, so we didn’t make a move on her without Vaughn’s approval. That bit might have been harder on me had he not been incarcerated, if he had been physically present with us out in the real world, but I honored his authority in their relationship, regardless. I would expect my dominant authority to be respected, so I gave him that same respect in kind.
Because we were trying to build a stable, steady foundation, I reasoned that it made perfect sense for Ris and I to have some time alone to work on our end of the agreement sans Desi.
At least, that’s what I told myself.
In truth, I was eager to spend some time on my own with Ris.
I’d been thinking about her a lot lately. I’d been thinking about our friendship, our contract, reminiscing about the past. I had been spinning wild ideas about future playtime with her, particularly since the night we drafted the contract together and I slipped one finger inside her. I had done it to tease her, but somehow, it felt like a tease for me.
I had forgotten the feel of her. It was strange to say, but being inside her had always felt different than the others. It was warmer, wetter, somehow intoxicating, and as soon as I’d gotten that brief touch of her, I became obsessed with getting more.
My thumbs were positioned to type out a text on the touchscreen of my phone, but she beat me to the punch.
RIS: How are things at chez Haven?
LAW: Could be better.
RIS: Oh?
LAW: Desi’s on her nightly call with Vaughn and I’m bored.
RIS: Hmm. No idea what you could about that.
LAW: Really? I have several.
RIS: I’d love to hear them.
LAW: Pack a bag. Come over. Stay with me tonight.
There was a delay in her response. I could see the dots on the screen telling me she was typing, then they disappeared, then they showed up again.
RIS: Is that an offer or an order?
LAW: It was clearly an order, Angel.
RIS: Then I’ll be there in twenty, Sir.
When Ris arrived, I brought her upstairs. She popped in to give Desi a quick hello and goodnight before I ushered her into my bedroom and closed the door behind us. Ris crossed the room, dropping her overnight bag onto the black, leather chair near the window wall that gave a spectacular view of the city skyline.
She turned to face me and oddly, I felt the world turning with her. There was an unexpected gravity to her presence in my bedroom. Her body and mine, like two lonely objects that had come into orbit, occupying the same space, likely to collide.
It felt different, yet familiar.
It wasn’t just a we-have-a-contract-to-play-now kind of different. It was
the kind of different you could feel tingling through your fingertips, a different energy shared between us than I’d ever felt before. At least, I didn’t think I’d felt it before. It made me want her in my bed, naked beneath me, moaning my name, my real name, and begging me to make her come undone.
“Where do you want me, Sir?” she asked.
“On the bed.”
I had responded to her question without hesitation, yet it felt almost wrong to begin our evening this way.
It shouldn’t feel wrong.
I should have her on her knees for me right now.
She moved toward the bed, but I halted her mid-stride.
“Stop, face me.”
She turned in my direction.
“Strip.”
Her breath caught visibly in her chest and she started to take off her clothes, piece by piece, a relaxed smile slowly creeping up her rosy cheeks.
“Should I leave my heels on for you, Sir?”
Though I was already upset with her for wearing such precarious footwear in her condition at all, playing with a woman in stilettos was a bit of a fetish of mine, something Ris knew well. Hers were black, shiny, held on with a strap across the ankle.
“Keep them on, Angel. But everything else off.”
She gave me a soft smile and I watched her as she went from fully clothed, to underwear clad, to completely, breathtakingly nude. It literally took my breath away to look at her.
Ris was so much different than the submissives I normally fucked. The other girls were always petite, young, thin with supple curves that satisfied needs, but their bodies lacked the maturity and fullness of someone like Ris.
Ris was a year older than me, vastly more experienced than my usual subs who were still in their twenties. She was so much more confident in her body than any of the others and I fucking loved that about her. It made everything that much easier for me as her dominant. She didn’t need my constant reassurance and encouragement. She knew she was drop dead fucking gorgeous.
My eyes scanned over her ample curves appraisingly and stopped at the elongated scar that ran down the middle of her abdomen where they’d cut her open to repair the damage to her spleen. The line was just slightly off-centered, shifted toward her left side, still raised and red and healing. That scar would remain there forever, always reminding her of Asher Fallon and what he had done to her.
It angered me.
It made me fiercely protective of her.
I had a strange urge to lock her in my bedroom to keep her safe.
Maybe I should just tie her to the bed.
I came to stand in front of her, cupping her cheeks in my hands, “I’m already half-hard just looking at you. Why are you so goddamn beautiful?”
She smiled, “So I can seduce beautiful men like you into wanting to use me, Sir.”
“How’s your stomach? Does it hurt?”
“It’s not so bad now. You just have to be careful with me, okay? My doctor said I could slowly resume light activity. However you’d like to interpret that, Sir.”
I stepped closer, pushing my hips forward against her, “I have no plan to use you for pain tonight, Angel. I just want to play with you. Do you want to play with me?
Her lips parted as her bright blue eyes locked on mine, “Yes, Sir.”
Her tongue snuck out, slipping over her bottom lip and hiding away again just as quickly. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted my mouth on hers so she could feel what I was feeling for her in that moment. But she’d been so damn clear that kissing was a hard limit between the two of us.
Just between the two of us.
It didn’t mean I couldn’t push temptation a little.
I leaned closer until our lips were only an inch apart. I could feel her breath on my skin and it was inebriating.
“It would be more interesting if you’d let me kiss you, Christine. Someday, you’ll let me, and I guarantee it’s going to change the world.”
I had meant to say it was going to change her world, but fuck, if it wasn’t true the way it came out.
Her hands crept up between us, finding my chest and resting there tenderly, “I want to let you, Sir.”
Hope sprung free in my chest, making my heart beat wildly.
It was beating wildly for her.
I moved my mouth closer and when I spoke, I could feel her plump lips brush against mine as they moved.
“Then let me.”
She exhaled and closed her eyes, which nearly looked like permission. I couldn’t do it unless she told me to because it was a hard limit for her, clearly written in the contract we had both signed.
When she inhaled, it was sharp, sucking air from between the both of us. She pulled her head back and her hands fell away, landing harshly on my hips.
“You can put your mouth anywhere but on mine, Sir.”
Cold.
That was cold, fucking rejection and it was a feeling I wasn’t accustomed to.
I walked Ris backwards to the bed, easing her down to a sitting position. I wanted to throw her down, flip her over, fuck her senseless, and deny her orgasm for making me feel that way. But a different part of me, a part that had never followed me into the bedroom before, claimed my desires and told me to make her feel so good that she’d be begging for my kiss. It told me to make her feel so good that she’d want my kiss over and over and over again.
Because I was suddenly desperate for hers.
“Spread your legs for me.”
She did as told but she moved slowly. Ris ran her hands down her thighs, wrapped her fingers around her knees, and slowly pulled her legs wide apart. She watched me with those sweet baby blues as she did it and it really got me hard.
“Are you comfortable, Angel?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I want you to tell me immediately if you’re in pain from your injuries, understood?”
“Understood, Sir.”
“Eyes stay on me unless I tell you otherwise.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She sat so tall, so regally, her back straight and eyes locked with mine as I stood in front of her. I worked at the buttons of my shirt, one by one, until the fabric fell open to expose my bare chest beneath. I let the shirt drop to the floor and she gasped, fighting to straighten the smile that was creeping at the corners of her lips.
I unbuckled my belt, “Keep your hands on your knees, Angel.”
I let my pants slip down over my hips and fall to the floor, quickly pushing my black boxer briefs down to join them.
I stood naked before her. Ris’ eyes went immediately to my cock which was already standing at attention for her. She licked her lips, and again, I wanted to taste her.
“What would you do to my cock right now if I let you choose, Angel?”
“Are you going to let me choose, Sir?”
“Just answer the question.”
“I would spit on it, Sir. Make you sloppy wet from my mouth, then ask you to choke me with it until tears spill down my cheeks and ruin my mascara, Sir.”
I grabbed her chin and tilted her head up as I bent down to look at her, “You’re a filthy girl, aren’t you, Angel?”
She swallowed, “I’m very filthy when it comes to your cock, Sir.”
“Do you think you could handle that, given your injuries?”
“I’m not made of glass, Sir. I won’t break.”
“Hmm, too bad. I’d love for my cock to be responsible for shattering you.”
Her tongue darted out and lingered on her bottom lip, “Give it your best shot, Sir.”
Her dreamy eyes were simply begging me to do it. I stepped forward, settling between her open legs, angling her chin to line up with the tip.
“Let’s mess up that mascara then, shall we? Spit.”
Ris soaked me with her saliva. I reached down and gathered the slickness from the tip and spread it over the shaft.
“Open your mouth wide for me, sweetheart.”
I eased my length between her parted lips, just an i
nch or two at first, gauging her reaction to the invasion. The sight of her blue eyes looking up at me as she took me in her mouth made every muscle in my body tighten.
Ris breathed steadily through her nose. I pushed deeper, patiently, until I was as far as I thought she could take me. She jerked briefly when I pushed just a little farther and her gag reflex kicked in. I released her chin and gripped the back of her head then, digging my fingers into the hair at her scalp and holding her in place, keeping her from pulling back.
I held steady there, forcing her to feel every inch of my penetration. She moaned around my length, the vibration shooting straight through to my spine. Her eyes were pleasantly wide as she kept contact with mine and they started to well up with tears from the force of my intrusion. I pulled out slightly, then pushed back in, relishing the sound of her intentional, focused breathing through her nose.
“You can take it just a little longer, can’t you, Angel?” I pulled her head toward me and she whimpered, “Come on, give me a little nod if you can take it, sweetheart.”
Her head bobbed, nearly imperceptible, as she huffed her way through. Her eyelids fell shut for a beat too long and I pulsed deep inside her mouth.
“Eyes. On. Me.”
They popped back open and met mine. A stray tear slipped out of the corner of her eye and trickled down her cheek, leaving a soft black trail behind. I pulled out of her quickly but kept my fingers dug into her hair. She gasped and worked to catch her breath, licking her lips and looking up at me again.
She smiled broadly, “Thank you, Sir.”
I brushed the tear from her cheek with my free hand, “You look so beautiful right now, my Angel.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“I want to watch you come.”
“Yes, Sir. Just tell me how you want me, Sir.”
“Scoot back. Lie down, head on my pillow.”
She carefully moved backward on the bed. Her movement was slow, given that I’d literally just taken her breath away, she was fighting the aches and limitations of her slowly healing injuries, and she had stilettos strapped to her feet. She settled in, lying back on my pillow.