Stray (13 page)

I focused on Dylan’s voice, trying to listen to his words when the flogger hit my back. I jumped, the tails stinging my skin once more.

No.
“Yes, Master.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

I want you to stop asking questions.
Questions made me alert. Aware of where we were. Aware of Marnie’s presence in the room. “No, Master.”

Dylan didn’t flog me after that. It was quiet for a long moment, the silence ringing in my ears. So when Dylan hit me with a stronger flogger, I cried out. My body relaxed. He did it again, picking up the same rhythm. Completely aware of the stinging on my skin, I let the hiss of leather across my back lull me into a trance, the same one I’d been in earlier. Only this time, Dylan didn’t pull me out of it.

One by one, my nerves went off. The feeling in my fingers and toes was the first to go. Not numb. Absent. Forgotten. I continued to listen to the thud of leather on skin, the stings just as strong as before. My hearing was the next thing to go. Followed by my arms, which fell limp in the chains, then my knees, which buckled beneath me.

I moaned when the flogger hit me again, pushing me over the edge, far into subspace. I felt nothing else. Heard nothing. Saw
nothing.
Darkness surrounded me. I had no thoughts. No words. It was the most freeing sensation I’d ever experienced. I wasn’t bogged down with burning scars, a list of tasks that needed to be done, my embarrassment of being naked in front of Marnie. All of those fell away, replaced by a warmth that started around my clit, spreading throughout my entire body.

I wasn’t sure how long I’d been gone when Dylan removed the blindfold, a blurry figure staring me right in the eye. There were muffled voices, a hand around my middle while another undid the cuffs on my wrists. Without the cross to support me, I stumbled back against Dylan, allowing him to guide me over to the bed after Marnie had removed the cuffs from my ankles.

It took a minute or so for my vision to clear and for my knees to stop shaking.

“You okay?” Dylan’s voice was quick, wrinkles of concentration forming on his brow.

I nodded when he set me down beside the bed.

“Well enough to play?”

I smiled. “I thought we were playing.”

“You’re feeling pretty good right now because of all the endorphins, but that will change. Soon, too. Are you sure you’re okay? Because I have to be honest. Flogging a sub like you…” He shook his head and guided one of my hands to his erection.

I whimpered, and he gestured for me to kneel against the edge of the bed. Pressing down on my back, he made me lay my head, shoulders and chest on the mattress, then he pulled my hands behind me.

“Stay just like that.” Dylan’s voice was shaking as he reached over to the bedside table, opening one of the drawers, which I assumed had condoms in it. “You have no fucking idea how badly I’ve been wanting this. And as much as I want to beat our last orgasm record…I need to be inside you. Right. Now.” His voice was softer now, almost breaking as he rolled the condom on.

“Glad I’m not the only one,” I breathed, closing my eyes as he positioned himself behind me.

Holding my hands behind my back with one hand, he slid the other between my legs, groaning when he felt how wet I was. I whimpered and thrust against him, urging his hand to move a little farther. A little faster. Deeper.

Dylan smacked me on the ass, and I jumped. Assured I wouldn’t move, he knelt behind me, guiding his cock with his hand. We both sucked in a breath, and I buried my face into the mattress when he slipped into me. There was no teasing this time. No inching. In one quick thrust, he was deep inside, hitting my G-spot with every stroke.

My knees shook and I gasped for breath, the first tremors of an orgasm coming on so fast I couldn’t stand it. I swallowed around the dryness in my throat, shuddering as I struggled to hold back. Dylan groaned, bucking into me so hard I saw stars.

“Jesus,” Dylan hissed, deepening his strokes even more. “So fucking tight.”

A moan escaped my lips as he drove into me time and time again. I tensed, my knees buckled, and I fought for control. I was so close. So
fucking
close. I squeezed Dylan’s hand, digging my nails into his skin so hard I imagined I’d probably drawn some blood.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he growled against the back of my neck.

I whimpered, holding on to him the best I could. My body shook. My vision went white. Dylan thrust into me as hard as he could.

“Wait for me, baby. Don’t you come without me.”

I sucked at my top lip as tears bit at the backs of my eyes. Time slowed down, each of Dylan’s thrusts seeming to take more time than those that had come before it. My body froze, shuddered. As soon as he thrust again, I knew I’d shatter. I moved my lips to say something. Anything.

All I managed was a sob.
So close. So very close.
Dylan slammed into me. Once. Twice. He faltered. His breath caught somewhere in his chest.

“Come for me.”

My vision flashed after that, my body convulsing around him, pulling at him until he fell in a heap beside me. We lay there, lost in time, trying to catch our breath. Dylan’s smile reached from one ear to the other. I could only manage half of that. And as I slowly drifted back from orbit, the endorphins began to wear off, just like he’d said.

I shivered, my teeth chattering when Dylan handed me a bottle of water. I drained over half of it before handing it back to him, climbing onto the mattress with his help. He piled a bunch of pillows at the head of the bed, laying me back against them before covering me with blankets.

The scrapes from the flogger made themselves known each time I moved, so I rolled onto my side instead. Dylan bunched the blankets around my neck, resting my head in his lap so he could comb his fingers through my hair. I was already starting to drift when a series of footsteps caught my attention.

It was hard to say when Marnie had left and when she’d reappeared, but there she was, standing beside Dylan with a mug of tea in her hands.

“You can leave that there,” Dylan told her, nodding to the table beside the bed. “I’ll call on you if we need anything else.”

Marnie bowed her head, then she was gone, leaving me alone with Dylan and my return from subspace.

Chapter Thirteen

The aftershocks of my orgasm only lasted as long as my endorphins would allow. By the time Dylan had got rid of the condom and had handed me my tea, my entire body had cooled down. My skin was clammy, my muscles quivering whenever I tried to move. Curled in Dylan’s arms, I downed my tea.

Making sure he didn’t go too far, Dylan placed my mug on the table before grabbing the bottle of cream. “Lie on your stomach. I didn’t break the skin, but this should help with the stinging.”

I knew it would. In fact, my scars didn’t itch at all. They didn’t even hurt. I was pretty sure that with the amount of flogging Dylan had done, they should’ve been on fire by now. And just like earlier this morning, I settled down onto my stomach, falling into a trance while Dylan rubbed the ointment all over my back.

I drew in deep, even breaths, just as he’d asked earlier in the evening. With the scent of peppermint still hanging in the air, I closed my eyes, completely at peace with my Master and whatever he wanted me to do in the future. To be honest, Marnie watching had only bothered me when we’d first started. As soon as the flogger had hit my skin, my embarrassment had become a distant memory. As far as I’d been concerned, she hadn’t even been in the room.

“Where are you going without me?” Dylan asked, dismounting from my back to wrap the robe around my shoulders.

I sat up and pushed my arms through the sleeves, happy for the warmth. “Just thinking.”

“About?”

I sighed contentedly. “Everything. The club. Our first night in bed together. Tonight. Being fu—flogged.”

Dylan laughed. “Nice save.”

“That sort of thing.” I shrugged. “That, and Marnie.”

Dylan cocked his head to one side. “Everything okay between the two of you?”

I nodded. “It’s nothing like that. I just…” I fidgeted with one of my nails. “This doesn’t seem fair to her. Not just watching me, but everything. You stay in my bed. Not hers. You spend most of your evenings with me. But not her. Seems a little messed up, doesn’t it?”

Dylan wet his lips and took me in his arms. “It only seems unfair to you because those are the things you want from a Dom.”

“And she doesn’t?”

“Not all the time, no. Because she’s my slave, our dynamic reaches further than the one you and I have now. A simple task such as tidying the house or making dinner is a big deal to her. By doing those things, and whatever else I ask, she knows she’s pleasing her Master. And usually, that’s enough for her.”

“What about sex? Cuddling? Watching a movie together?” I narrowed my eyes, unable to imagine how horrible it would be if Marnie and I switched places. The sex I could probably do without—to an extent. But the lack of contact? That was something I could never handle.

“If Marnie needs any of those things, she has her own way of asking for them. For example, if she’s a little needy, she’ll stand with her back to me and bow her head. This allows me to put my hands wherever I want. And trust me, with the amount of control that gives me, I almost always take her up on it. If she wants to spend time with me, she’ll sit at my feet and put her head in my lap.” He paused to look at me. “Why are you letting this get to you, anyway?”

I shrugged. “It just feels like ever since you and I have been together, she’s been pushed to the side. She hasn’t said it, of course, but from the night she came to my apartment up until now, she’s seemed lonely to me.”

“You have no idea how much it pleases me to see you so worried for her. Not to mention how close you’ve both become. Trust me, she isn’t getting tossed to the side. I have made as much time for her as I’ve made for you. I actually have a session with her tomorrow. She doesn’t know it yet, but I can read it in her eyes. She needs it.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. “You really can read your subs, can’t you?”

Dylan smirked. “I wouldn’t be a good Dom if I didn’t. Most of the time, Marnie just needs a good flogging. She likes the emotional release it offers her. And during that time, she gets to cry in her Master’s arms and release all of the stress she’s built up since our last scene together. That’s usually all she needs. She has a lot of toys in her room, most of which she prefers to a meat stick like me.”

I tried to hide my smile and shook my head. “You know, if you made me your sub, we’d be one messed up family.”

“Not really. Like I said before, Marnie’s the child in our relationship. She’s curious, attentive and willing to learn. There’s nothing wrong with that at all.” He leaned in to whisper against my ear. “And she
loves
to watch.”

“Seriously?” I couldn’t believe it.

“Mmm-hmm. In fact, she’s probably up there right now, having a good time all by herself.”

“But you told her you’d call her if she’s needed.”

“That’s a code between us. If I don’t call her back down to the dungeon after ten minutes, she’s free to do whatever she wants. So, don’t be surprised if you hear a little moaning coming from her room later on tonight.”

“I…” My heart skipped a beat and I shoved my hands in my lap.

“Problems?”

My lips tugged upward in inaudible
yes.
“No, not really.”

“Liar.” A sly grin crossed Dylan’s face. “What would you say if I asked you to watch us tomorrow?”

I blinked. “You think she’d be up for that sort of thing?” I tried to ignore my throbbing clit for the time being.

“Why do you think I asked?” His smile grew until it reached from one ear to the other. When I didn’t speak, he pulled me to my feet. “Come. Let’s get you washed and ready for bed.”

I let him guide me as my mind ran circles around what he’d just asked me to do. Marnie wasn’t the only one who was going to watch him flog another woman. Soon, it would be my turn to watch. And I couldn’t fucking wait.

Chapter Fourteen

The next day couldn’t come soon enough. But before we headed down into the dungeon to set it up, Dylan pulled me off to one side. His face was paler than usual, and when his eyes darkened, my stomach turned.

“What’s wrong?”

He coughed and kept his voice low. “How do you feel about…playing with someone else?”

I furrowed my brow and looked between him and the door to the dungeon. “You mean like another Dom?” It was something we’d already discussed. “So long as you’re in the same room, I have no problem with—”

“I meant with Marnie.”

My legs crumpled beneath me, and if Dylan hadn’t had his arm around my waist, I probably would’ve hit the floor. I pressed a hand on the wall to my left.

“I know it’s sudden,” Dylan said, his voice just as quiet as before. “And you know I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t something she wanted.”

“She seriously wants the three of us to…you know?”

“Sort of.” Dylan leaned his back against the wall, staring up at the ceiling. “The thing with Marnie is that she’s never been with me in front of anyone else. Anytime we went to a club or whenever I shared her with another Dom, it was just her and either myself or another Dom. Never the three of us.”

“But that doesn’t explain why you want me to take part in what you’ll be doing tonight. Besides, didn’t you tell me last night that she isn’t sexually driven?”

“Not usually, no. But something happened last night. She’s seen me flog subs before, and has never really cared.”

“And last night?”

“She’d never admit it, but she’s attracted to you. I don’t know if it’s just how close the three of us have become or what, but her body language last night told me something she’d never care to admit.”

“Have you talked to her about this?”

He shook his head.

“You know you shouldn’t spring something like this on her.”

“She can handle it. Besides, I sort of have a thing for threesomes.”