Heather connected his wrist cuffs to the table’s corners, and then put cuffs on his ankles and attached them to the same corners, so his feet were above his head. Other Dommes had made him take yoga, so he was flexible enough and the position wasn’t uncomfortable, but it left his dick, balls, and asshole especially vulnerable.

  He lifted his head and watched her place a bowl on the table, but he couldn’t see what was in the bowl — probably by design.

  And then she climbed onto the table and sat below him, so his view of her was framed by his legs.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Perfect, Ma’am.”

  She wrapped her hand around his cock, and Kyle groaned when she stroked up and back down once, and then again.

  He tried not to whine when she let go, and then his cock twitched when he realized she was putting medical gloves on.

  Next came lube, slicking both gloved hands up, and she met his gaze. “You will not come.”

  “No, my Lady.”

  Kyle sighed as she reached for his cock again, stroking it with just the right pressure.

  It took everything in him to stay relaxed and not clench when he felt a finger at his ass, pressing in.

  He was helpless to whatever she wanted to do — his feet up above his ears, his hands restrained. All he could do was lay there and let her do what she wished.

  It was exactly what he wanted.

  “No closing your eyes. Look at me. I want to see you while my fingers invade your ass.”

  Her finger penetrated his ass, and it was as if he could feel her sinking into his psyche, into his heart. Not ten seconds later, a second finger joined the first, and he groaned when she squeezed the base of his cock. “You aren’t thinking of coming, are you, Kyle?”

  “No, Ma’am. Not unless you give me permission.”

  “That’s right.”

  She removed both hands, and he lifted his head to see what she was doing, but he couldn’t, so he rested his head back on the leather of the padded bondage table.

  He wasn’t certain what’d gotten into her, but he had no complaints, and he probably owed Marcus dinner somewhere nice.

  Something was at this ass again, hard and smooth — not a finger. He focused on staying relaxed and accepting it into him, whatever it was. He also held eye contact this time without being told.

  Whatever she was pressing into him got wider, and wider, until it was about to pass the point of being uncomfortable, and then it suddenly seated itself in his ass. A plug, then.

  It wasn’t so bad — until it started growing. Spreading him wider, and wider.

  He closed his eyes and groaned.

  “Uh. Uh. Uh. Open your eyes.”

  He opened them and looked at her, and she twisted something again, enlarging it even more. “I think that’s enough for now, but it’ll probably get bigger, later.”

  The thing about expanding plugs, as opposed to inflatable ones, is that the petals invariably press on the prostate, making orgasm control a whole new level of hell.

  He didn’t complain though, and she leaned forward, kissed his nose, and then climbed off the table.

  She released his ankles, put his feet on the table, soles down, with his knees bent.

  “Your legs will need to be straight later, but if you can bend your knees now then your back won’t start hurting later.”

  “Thank you, Ma’am.” Marcus either made his submissives comfortable so they could last longer, or purposefully kept them uncomfortable. Would Heather always seek for his comfort, or would she sometimes want to bind him into contortions?

  She walked to his head and lifted herself onto the table enough she could kiss the side of his forehead. “You’re most welcome. This is us, too, isn’t it? Another version of us?” She bounced herself backwards so she was standing on the floor again. “I love you, Kyle. All of you.”

  * * * *

  Marcus looked in on them from the doorway, and realized he was envious of their relationship. Not jealous, not even a tiny bit — he was happy for them, but he wanted his own submissive to care for, to hurt, and to love.

  He had strong feelings for both Heather and Kyle, but he didn’t see how he could be part of their relationship long term.

  Heather turned and walked towards him, and he tried to wipe what he hoped wasn’t too pensive a look off his face. “You ready for me, my saucy little Spitfire?”

  “Yeah, and we’ll talk about that look later.”

  “I just enjoy watching the two of you. It’s the definition of a healthy, loving power exchange.”

  “Right, and I’m the Queen of England. Are you okay to do this? If not, it’s okay.”

  “If I wasn’t okay with it, I wouldn’t be here. Aren’t you supposed to be sitting on Kyle’s face for this part?”

  “I am, but I’d like you to kiss me, first.”

  Marcus started to ask if she needed him to prove he wanted to be there, but then decided to simply show her how he felt. He walked to her and kissed her forehead, then leaned to kiss her neck as gently as he could. He pulled back, looked into her eyes, and leaned down to give her the kind of kiss a Dom gives his submissive. Lips controlling lips, hand on the back of her head, tongue pushing in and taking her mouth.

  And it surprised the fuck out of him when she completely submitted, her body molding to his, her pulse racing, her hands at her side, not trying to take even a tiny bit of control. Her breathing hitched and he backed off while everything was going well, turning the kiss into the gentlest open-mouthed kiss he could before ending it and standing back up.

  The look she gave him went straight to his cock, and instead of readjusting himself in his jeans, he reached for her hand and pressed it to his dick through his dress pants. “That’s what your kisses do to me.”

  “Knowing where that will be soon,” she paused, apparently decided not to finish the sentence, and gave him a half-grin. “Let’s get started, shall we?”

  “Don’t you need to be back up on the table?”

  “Absolutely.”

  He watched her excellent ass climb onto the table before telling her, “As interesting as those crotchless panties are, they aren’t assless, so you should take them off.”

  “You couldn’t have told me that before I climbed up here?”

  He grinned. “What would be the fun in that?”

  She stood on the table. pulled them off, and dropped them on Kyle’s stomach before kneeling to straddle Kyle’s head with her knees. Marcus walked forward and helped situate her so her chest was on Kyle’s stomach and her pussy over his mouth, but nothing was obstructing his nose. The way she was laying, Kyle would be able to see Heather’s ass being fucked about as up close and personal as it can get.

  Chapter 23

  Submitting to one man while dominating another — it wasn’t the same rush as skydiving, but it was still more of a rush than she’d ever expected from sex, and it was on par with class three rapids.

  There was no danger here, no risk of death, so how could it compare?

  Vulnerability.

  The word echoed in her head, and it fit. She was vulnerable to Marcus, and Kyle was vulnerable to her.

  Trust.

  Yeah, that was the key here: everyone was safe because they cared for each other and had a level of trust.

  But why had Marcus looked so sad when he first arrived? She’d be getting to the bottom of that later.

  Kyle’s tongue pushed up into her, pulled out, circled, and just generally kept her on a slow burn, while Marcus put gloves on behind her. He’d explained the gloves are important for two reasons with anal — the most important being that you can just take them off when you finish, and don’t have to interrupt a scene to go wash your hands, but also, they negate the danger of a fingernail causing damage to the rectum or colon.

  She didn’t care about any of that at the moment, though. She wanted him to get on with it already.

  Kyle slid his teeth against her oh-so-sensitive tissues, and she had to work not to hump his face. Without warning, Marcus’s finger was pressing into her asshole, and she jerked up.

  “Warn me next time.”

  “You looked like you were thinking too hard — none of that right now.”

  He pulled his finger out, circled her asshole with the tip, and asked, “Has Kyle got you ready for my finger yet?”

  “Yes.”

  “So, you want my finger in your ass?”

  “Marcus, stop fucking around and just do it already.”

  He said, “Definitely not submissive,” at the same time he pushed into her ass with what felt like two fingers, and she gasped. It felt wrong, and yet, the dual sensations were perfect, and her eyes rolled back in her head, but she caught the motion of Kyle’s cock twitching, sticking up into the air with nothing touching it.

  She didn’t think he needed her whole hand, so she stroked a single finger around the head and asked, “I take it you like seeing Marcus’s finger in my ass?”

  Kyle grunted, and she chuckled. “No, don’t try to talk, there are better things to do with your mouth right now.” To which he showed her some of those better things, and she rested her head back on his stomach and let her men do their thing.

  She was pretty sure Kyle’s tongue was the only thing inside her, but there was pressure. Was he using suction to give her this feeling? She wasn’t sure, but between his mouth and Marcus’s finger, not to mention the whole power exchange thing, her heart raced, and heat pulsed through her veins.

  “How you doing, Spitfire?”

  “Damn I want to come. I’m close, but it’s not enough. I’m pretty sure I’m ready for three fingers.”

  “Too bad you haven’t been trained to orgasm on command, but I’ll see what I can do.”

  However, he kept at it with two fingers, and a few minutes later, she told him, “I told you I was ready for three.”

  “Someday, we’ll play around with how quickly you can do that, but you’re still new to this, and whether you know you’re sore or not, you are, so I’m progressing at a pace I’m comfortable with. Deal with it.”

  She decided to ignore Marcus for the moment. “Kyle, more tongue. Faster.”

  Heather forced herself to relax on Kyle. Marcus had made it clear he was in charge, and while it might be frustrating, in this case, he knew what he was doing so she needed to trust him to know how to drive this bus they all seemed to be riding.

  A few moments later, he finally added the third finger, and that gave her the friction and stretch she’d been wanting.

  This orgasm built quickly and spilled over into spasms. Marcus pressed in and held, spreading her open, and Kyle went crazy with his tongue in her pussy. She writhed on his face, and Marcus alternated using the fingers in her ass to lift her off him and settle her back on his mouth while bliss and pleasure screamed through her body.

  And then it was gone, and she was still lying across Kyle, but wasn’t as satisfied as she expected.

  She wanted more.

  Kyle’s cock wasn’t far away, and she knew what came next.

  “That was nice.” She pushed up on her hands, her groin in the same place but her upper body higher. “Out Marcus, so I can turn around.” It came out as an order, and she quickly amended it with, “Please.”

  When he didn’t remove his fingers, she added, “Sorry. I didn’t mean it to sound like an order.”

  Marcus chuckled and finally removed his fingers. “Under the circumstances, I’ll let it slide. You can’t wait to sit your pussy on Kyle’s cock, can you?”

  She’d turned around by this time and was about to do just that, so she didn’t bother confirming.

  Kyle’s cock was good and fat, and an unexpected groan escaped her throat when she sank down on it.

  This wouldn’t have done anything for her a few weeks ago, so why was it enough to make her horny now?

  It was the power of it, and the trust Kyle was giving her. He was bound below her, a little desperate for an orgasm, and whether he got one or not was entirely up to her.

  Marcus had walked to the wall, and her gaze went to his hand when he returned, because he was holding nipple clamps.

  Her pussy contracted around Kyle’s hard length inside her, and she met Marcus’s gaze. His eyes reflected heat, passion, anticipation.

  Kyle groaned below her, and she ran her hand down the center of his chest. Being blindfolded the night before had made her focus more on the sensations Marcus was giving her, and one day she might want to use one on Kyle, but it was best he could see what was happening, today.

  Marcus grasped one of the clamps in his right hand and held it a few inches from her left nipple. “You need more sensation Spitfire.”

  He wasn’t asking permission, but he also wasn’t ordering her to accept it. No, he was asking for her agreement. She gave a single nod and then looked down and watched him press the clamp open, line it up over her already erect nipple, and then slowly allow it to close. She sucked in air as metal teeth bit into naked skin. It didn’t register as pain, exactly, but she felt the pressure — felt it as something she shouldn’t allow to stay on, even though another part of her felt it as something good. Her clit throbbed in response, the line from nipple to clit pulling sharply.

  The second clamp intensified the effect. She looked up to meet Marcus’s gaze, and tried to express how she felt. “It feels. I feel it. Oh, god, I feel it. Marcus, thank you, I feel it. Kiss me? Please?”

  She squeezed her muscles around Kyle’s cock while Marcus kissed her, and he didn’t start with his lips this time, but by touching her bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, then lightly sweeping her top lip, and then finally by bringing his lips to hers, spreading her mouth, entering her with his tongue.

  The kiss lasted a long time, relaxed at first, and then intense. When he finally pulled away, his voice was huskier than usual when he told her, “I’m going to fuck your ass now.”

  All Heather could do was nod in agreement. Marcus expertly rolled a condom on and climbed onto the table behind her. “Lean forward, my little Spitfire, place your chest on Kyle’s torso, please. Unless you tell me it’s too much, I’m not going to stretch you again.”

  The nipple clamps screamed at her when she rested her weight on Kyle, and she ground her chest into him so she could feel them more.

  And then Marcus’s cock was at her asshole. She used her hands to push herself back, so she was taking in as much of Kyle’s cock as possible.

  Marcus pushed ever-so-slowly into her ass, spreading her wide, but she wanted more. She needed movement, friction.

  “Marcus, more, please. I’m not going to break.”

  Taking her at her word, he pushed the rest of the way in, all at once. Her own groan layered over Kyle’s moan, and she told him, “You aren’t going to come without permission, are you, Kyle?”

  His voice was strained, spoken between clenched teeth. “No, my Lady. But this feels so good.”

  Marcus pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, eliciting a gasp from Heather and another groan from Kyle.

  Marcus stroked a path down Heather’s back. “You can sit up a little now, if you want.”

  Heather pushed up onto her arms, not sitting up, but not quite horizontal — but then put her weight back on Kyle because she wanted to feel the clamps on her nipples.

  Marcus found his rhythm. Out and back in. Out and back in. Not exactly fast, but certainly not slow.

  Heather didn’t have to do anything because Marcus was moving her back and forth over Kyle’s cock as he pulled out and pressed in. She was literally full of cock, stretched wide in both places, friction in both places, and the pressure on her nipples just added to it.

  She recognized the signals of an impending orgasm, and she heard herself saying, “Yes, yes, yes” over and over again, but she couldn’t stop herself. As the orgasm got closer, she got louder. It was like the rest of her body was immobilized, frozen in place, waiting for the orgasm to build up until it spilled over and engulfed her.

  Marcus reached around and twisted her left nipple clamp, and everything came unglued. Heather screamed and moved, bucking herself a few inches up Kyle’s cock and then back down on him, over and over while Marcus held her hips and pressed all the way in — still now, while Heather writhed and moved, the orgasm controlling her.

  Heather’s pussy spasmed around Kyle’s cock, her ass contracted around Marcus’s, and electricity jolted through and around her lower body, streaking through muscles and nerve endings. Nothing existed except the pleasure and the ecstasy.

  She screamed and moaned and twisted and fought to try to let everything happen, but the sensations and feelings were everything in that moment, and she wasn’t letting it happen, it was engulfing her. She sat up, her back arching at an impossible angle, and let out a final, guttural scream as everything she was feeling floated away, and then she collapsed on top of Kyle.

  Marcus started moving again, oh-so-slowly. Out, and back in. Out and back in. Heather squeezed her pussy and realized Kyle was still rock hard. She rotated her head so she could look at him and said, “You didn’t come without permission. Very good Kyle.”

  “You have no idea how hard it was to hold on, my Lady.”

  She squeezed her inner muscles again. “In case I can’t talk during an orgasm, if I squeeze and twist one of your nipples while I’m coming, that means you can come. Both nipples just means I want to squeeze your nipples, doesn’t give you permission for anything.” She put her right hand on his chest, her fingers around his nipple. “But only when I’m in the grasp of an orgasm.”

  She spent a few moments torturing Kyle’s nipples, watching his face to gauge how much he could handle. She didn’t let up until he was gasping and squirming beneath her, and then she said, “Marcus, can you maybe stay still for a few minutes, let me move around and experiment?”

  He pressed all the way in and held. “Of course.”