Heather pushed herself backwards, further impaling herself on both cocks, then pulled forward, feeling them both slowly pulling outwards. And then she slammed herself backwards onto them without warning, enjoying the sounds that came from both men. She did that a few times, slowly moving forward and then slamming herself back onto both cocks. She found a rhythm and went with it, forward and backwards, two cocks in her, both pulling out, both going back in. Except they were both being still, and all movement was coming from her.

  But Marcus only let her have a few moments before he went active again. He remained still as she pulled herself away, but then slammed into her as she pushed herself backwards. A dozen strokes of this, and Heather lost her rhythm, which left Marcus to do all the work again — pulling out and slamming into her. Fucking her like a madman, now — hard and fast. Without warning, he reached around and took her nipple clamps off.

  Heather screamed and was suddenly coming again, with no build-up this time, and absolutely no warning. Marcus pressed her down and held her in place as he fucked her ass, not slowing just because she was coming. She felt Kyle squirming below her, his dick moving in her pussy while he tried to hump her from below.

  This time, there was no writhing and twisting. Her pussy was spasming and she couldn’t move the rest of her body to accommodate everything going on inside her.

  All she could do was scream.

  She realized that Marcus had gone in and was growling, and somehow she remembered to say, “Now, Kyle. Now.”

  As soon as the words were out she felt him straining to try to push farther into her and he bellowed out his own roar.

  Heather would never be able to explain the feeling of her two men coming while she did. She didn’t believe in magic, but if it existed, she felt it in those glorious moments.

  When everyone’s orgasm had wrenched its way out of their bodies, no one moved except to gasp in air. She wanted to stay collapsed on Kyle, but when she eventually felt Marcus pulling out of her, she remembered she needed to release Kyle’s wrists and ankles sooner rather than later, so she leaned forward and released the clips holding his wrist cuffs to the table. Marcus was up and off of the table, holding the condom onto his cock and walking towards the garbage. Heather removed the clamp between Kyle’s ankle cuffs and then sat on the table between his legs.

  “Pull your knees up to your chest, Kyle, and spread your legs.”

  He obeyed, and she rotated the mechanism on the spreading plug so it closed inside him before she carefully pulled it out.

  Chapter 24

  When everyone had been wiped down with baby wipes, and Kyle had checked his texts and voice mails to thankfully see no one had needed him since he’d last checked in, Marcus situated them on the playroom bed with everyone on their left side, spooning. Marcus at the rear, then Heather, then Kyle.

  But Heather wanted to see Marcus’s face for the conversation they were about to have, so she murmured for Kyle to turn with her, and the two of them turned to their right side, so she was facing Marcus.

  Heather reached her left hand up to smooth the hair back from Marcus’s face, and she had the feeling this wasn’t something submissives often did. “I’ve heard you and Kyle talk about who you’re looking for, almost like you have a laundry list of things written up, maybe even a picture.”

  Marcus gave a lopsided smile. “No picture, but I absolutely have a list. There is the fantasy and the reality though, and I do know the difference. In the fantasy, she’d be home, naked and kneeling by the front door every day when I came home. She’d be mine twenty-four-seven, and I’d be able to micromanage her life down to the smallest little tidbits. She would revel in this, would need someone to do this for her. However, the reality is that I want to know my slave is there because she wants to be, not because she has no other choices. Also, I want her to be strong, to be able to stand on her own but to choose to submit. I want to know that she’s strong to everyone else, and only submissive to me.”

  He kissed her forehead. “This means she’ll likely have her own career, and that means there’ll be aspects of her life I won’t be able to fully control. However, sexually, she’ll still be mine twenty-four-seven, or at least any time she isn’t working. As for my list, she’ll have to be able to take the pain I’ll dole out, and she’ll have to be okay with being more of a slave than a submissive. When we’re home, she’ll be naked at all times unless I want to see her in something sexy, and she won’t sleep in my bed every night — I expect at least half her nights will be spent in a cage. Since she’ll have a job, I’ll likely keep my current housecleaner. She’s the submissive of a friend, and I’m allowed to punish her within guidelines set forth by her Master. I’ll probably make my slave responsible for keeping the housekeeper informed of special instructions, based on what’s coming up, though.”

  Marcus looked to Kyle a second, and back to her. “If I could replicate Amy, my housekeeper? I’d do so in a heartbeat. She’s everything I’m looking for, but I’ve never poached another man’s slave and don’t intend to start now. Still, if you want a sense of my ideal, she’s it.”

  Heather had met Amy a few times, but she’d been uncomfortable with a naked housekeeper, so she hadn’t talked to her much. Looked like she needed to rectify that.

  “So, that look you were giving Kyle and I, you looked sad, and maybe I’m a little sad, too. I mean, I’m starting to...” She took a breath. “I’m starting to like you. I miss you when you aren’t around, or when we haven’t talked in a few days. Kyle said that was okay, as long as we’re all honest about it, but it can’t go anywhere, can it? I’m not submissive, and you’re waiting for your dream slave to come along. That’s not me. I’m not her.”

  “You aren’t her, and you’re right — that’s part of why I was sad. You’re the strong woman I’d love to make my submissive, but I don’t see you ever agreeing to the kind of power exchange I need. Also, while I’m positive you could handle everything I’d want to do to you on the S&M side, it wouldn’t be what I’m looking for either, because it isn’t really pain for you. It’s sensation. I need for someone to take the pain I give them. I need to hurt them, and I realize how that sounds, but it’s more than a want. It’s a need.”

  “I’ve realized I get different things from you and from Kyle. I love what I get from Kyle, but I’m not sure it’ll be enough. Maybe I’m a tiny bit submissive, because I enjoy having you in control of what happens to me, having you plan out what you’re going to do, and then playing my body like a musical instrument. Kyle can bring sensations out in me, but he’s doing what I want him to; his pleasure is in pleasing me. I get the feeling your pleasure comes from a different place, and that works for me, too. I desperately need what I get from Kyle, but I also need what I get from you. It makes me sad to think you’ll eventually find your own soul mate and then you may not want to play with Kyle and me anymore.”

  As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she realized that wasn’t the whole truth. “No, that’s not the only thing that makes me sad. It makes me sad that we may lose you as part of us — laying together, eating together, hiking together. I like you, Marcus, and it’s the kind of like that I think could easily grow into something more.” She squeezed Kyle’s hand at her stomach. “It feels wrong to say that when I love Kyle, but he assured me it’s okay to have this conversation with you, and that as long as we’re all honest with each other, it’ll be okay.”

  The brown of Marcus’s eyes seemed almost golden for a second, but he blinked and they were milk-chocolate brown again. “You’ve already figured out that my friendship with Kyle runs deep. I don’t know what’s going to happen in the future, but in my world, someone who identifies as a slave doesn’t get to decide who she has sex with, or who her master has sex with. A submissive might, depending on the specific agreement, but a slave never does.

  “A slave wants to be told these things — it’s part of being totally owned, so being ordered to be part of a foursome would be a turn on for her, not a turn off. Since I’m looking for someone with the mentality of a slave, when I eventually find my soul mate, I’ll still be here for the two of you. Whether she’s in her cage while we play, or whether she’s allowed to be actively involved with the three of us,” he shrugged, “only time will tell. We’ll just have to see what happens, if I ever find her.”

  “And any jealousy I’d have over you with someone else? I guess that would be my problem, and something I’d just have to learn to deal with.”

  He smiled. “You’d be jealous of me with someone else?”

  “I would, even though it’s kind of screwed up. I mean, you’re not jealous of me with Kyle. You’re happy for us, and I guess I’ll have to figure out how to be happy for you, even if I’m jealous.”

  “I’m not the least bit jealous of the two of you together because Kyle gives you something I can never give you. My relationship with you is different than your relationship with Kyle. Not better, not worse, just different.”

  Heather thought about that a minute. “So, if you find your perfect submissive, slave, whatever — if you find her, she’ll give you something I cannot. She’ll feed a part of you that I won’t be able to. But, what part of you, what kink…” She reached for his hand, and he laced his fingers in hers. “I don’t feed any of your wants or needs, do I?”

  “Maybe you do. Maybe you’re the strong woman who’s with me because she loves me. I don’t know all the answers, but I care about you, too, and I also feel it’s the kind of thing that could grow into something more. I already love Kyle, and Kyle and I already know we can share someone between us. Maybe the three of us will become a permanent threesome, with me looking to add a fourth to round things out. Maybe my slave will be submissive to you and I, or maybe she’ll only be submissive to me. We’ll have to wait and see, but the fact I’m still looking for a slave doesn’t mean the three of us can’t be a threesome, if we choose.”

  Heather shook her head. “I’m still trying to get used to the idea of three people in a relationship. I think the thoughts of four people in one relationship might just make my head explode. Is that even possible?”

  “If you get four people who are evolved enough to not allow jealousy to take hold, and who have the right kinds of communication skills, it absolutely is.” He grinned. “Especially if you happen to have a mental health practitioner in the bunch.”

  Heather narrowed her eyes at him. “Just so you know, sometimes that can be pretty damned annoying.”

  His face sobered. “Yes, I know, and I try to keep it to a minimum, but sometimes it’s necessary to point out that something needs to be said, even if everyone would prefer to ignore it and pretend it doesn’t exist.”

  Everyone was quiet for a few moments, and it was Kyle who broke the silence. “So are we considering ourselves a threesome at this point? Or do we still say Marcus is our mentor?”

  Heather looked at Marcus, wondering how he would respond, but the look he gave her made her think he was looking for her to answer, so she said, “It feels as if our options are to consider you a mentor, or to consider us a threesome that isn’t complete yet.” She shook her head. “You’ve become more than a mentor, but it sounds like Kyle and I are going to be monogamous to just the three of us, while you aren’t.”

  “Are you okay with that?”

  Not really, but she was going to have to be. “Yes and no. It’ll mean you and I will always use a condom. I’d prefer we all be exclusive, but I understand why that won’t work for you.”

  He nodded. “Let’s consider us a work in progress?”

  “I’m good with that,” Kyle said from behind her. “The only problems I can foresee would involve one or both of us not liking the person you choose, but we’ll deal with whatever issues arise. Like you said — you can cage her when we’re together if she doesn’t fit into our dynamic. Odds are, though, if she annoys us, she’ll annoy you, too, so it won’t be a problem for long.”

  Marcus smiled at Kyle and then met Heather’s gaze. “Have you told Kyle our plans for tomorrow?”

  “Not exactly. He knows we’re going to the ranch, and he’s good with it. He and Zeus have come to an understanding with each other. You’re sure you can handle a spirited horse?”

  “I understand that these are show horses and race horses. It’s been a while since I’ve ridden, but I feel fairly certain I’ll be okay.”

  “Fairly certain?” She looked at him a second, considering. “Why don’t we start with both of us together — I have a saddle that’ll handle both of us easily. I know, you’re a big Dom and like to be in control, but my horses are... well... I don’t break them in the way most people prefer. I looked for a long time before I found a ranch manager I knew would take care of my horses with the same philosophy I have.”

  “Wait, you own the ranch? I thought you just boarded your horses there?”

  “Nope, it’s all mine. Lucky for me, Jonah is great with the horses and he has good business sense. He’s good enough at his job that I have the luxury of just checking in a few times a week, usually while I’m there to ride. Most of the income is from boarding and training horses for other people at this point. My horses have done well, but so far not well enough so our winnings can support the ranch. Jonah gets room and board, a modest salary, plus a third of the ranch’s net income after expenses at the end of the year. The rest goes towards maintenance and improvements.” This gave Jonah extra incentive to keep expenses down, and to keep the paying customers happy.

  “So you don’t take an income?” Marcus asked.

  “I don’t have to pay someone else to board my horses. The fact it pays for itself and keeps growing is enough, for now. I plan to start hosting six to ten adventure weekends a year, and at that point I expect some personal income will happen. I already have the climbing wall, though it may need to be expanded, and I’m considering adding a zip line when that happens. There are a few entrances to the underground caverns that run under the property, so we can offer some caving for those so inclined. Adding a few skydiving jumps one afternoon rounds out an impressive adventure weekend. All I really need is a few more guest rooms. I have three now, and those are often occupied by people wanting to train long hours with their horse before a big show. I figure another six rooms will be a good start. I’ve done two adventure weekends so far, and provided tents. As a feasibility experiment, both weekends were a roaring success, but I need toilet facilities on that end of my property before I do it again.”

  She’d felt Kyle stiffen when she mentioned the climbing wall, and now he asked about it. “Climbing wall? Is that what Marcus was talking about when he asked if you’d told me about tomorrow?”

  “I’m going to show you how safe it is — how the mechanism that keeps you from falling works — and then I’m going to let you try it. You’re going to ride up to it on Zeus and put a piece of tape as high as you can reach, and then I’ll want you to climb up and remove the tape.”

  “Oh. That’s...” He relaxed behind her. “I’ve fallen off a horse and survived. Zeus is pretty tall, but if I think of it as not being any higher than I was earlier in the day, I think I can do that. Thank you for thinking of it that way.”

  “You’re welcome. Marcus says we need to do it two to three times a week, adding at least six or twelve inches every time you climb.”

  His hand tensed on her stomach. “I knew there’d be a catch.”

  Heather looked at Marcus, wanting him to say something, and Marcus looked at Kyle a few seconds before telling him, “Don’t worry about the future. Tomorrow is about reaching the same height as you are while sitting on a horse. If you do that, we’ll consider tomorrow a rousing success.”

  Rather than agree or disagree, Kyle changed the subject. “Speaking of rousing successes, what did you do to Heather? She seems to have really embraced her Dom side during your trip to the cabin.”

  Heather turned to lie on her back so she could see both men, and she looked up at Kyle. “So it was good? I mean, you had a hard-on, so I figured you were good with it, and you’re right — I really got into it. Still, I worried a little, that maybe it was too much? I was pretty rough on your nipples, and I know I made you wait a long time for your orgasm.”

  Kyle shook his head. “Nothing was even close to too much. It was great. I really felt as if I belonged to you, and I got to stretch my limits, to challenge myself in order to follow your orders. Thank you. It was perfect.”

  Kyle’s sky-blue eyes were clear and bright, and she believed him. Kyle had never lied to her. He’d always been there for her, as a friend, and now a lover.

  She’d never expected to be able to call someone that and mean it, and now she had two people who fit the definition.

  “I love you, Kyle. I started out doing this to make you happy, but I’ve discovered a part of myself I never knew existed. And now, what makes you happy is also making me happy.”

  Marcus chuckled. “That’s the way it’s supposed to work. You find someone with complementary kinks, and everyone gets what they need. For my part, I love taking you places you’ve never been before, giving you new experiences and sensations.”

  “What happens when you’ve shown it all to me? Will you get bored with me?”

  “Not a chance. For one thing, it’ll be years before we run out of new things to try, but mostly, it’s kind of like the climbing wall. Each time you go a little farther than the time before. Couples who’ve been together ten or more years often do what’s perceived as some really extreme things, but to them, they’ve gotten there gradually, adding a little here and there, so it doesn’t seem so extreme to them.”

  * * * *

  Heather awakened the next morning to hands massaging her breasts. She opened her eyes to discover Marcus massaging her right breast while Kyle worked her left one. She reached her arms over her head, stretching her body from her fingertips to toe tips, and left her arms up. “I’d say the two of you are insatiable, but that might make it sound like I thought it was a bad thing.”