The Dom's Patience is Rewarded [Unchained Love 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (14 page)

She dressed in a simple skirt and sweater to walk back across to the main building. Both the men were wearing jeans. Suddenly, she wondered if they preferred her in a dress or skirt or in jeans. Jubilee, for example, always wore a dress when performing a BDSM scene, although she often wore jeans when she was just being herself.

“Oliver, as a Dom, do you have a preference for how I dress for these scenes?”

“Naked is good.”

“No, seriously.”

“I am being serious. When we play a scene the subs are always naked, although the Dom may or may not be clothed. What you wear the rest of the time is your choice, unless I specifically ask you to wear something special one day.”

“What about you, William? What do you prefer me to wear?”

“I’m a man, Leticia. I agree with Oliver. Naked is good. But when you’re all dressed up to go out somewhere in a sexy dress, that’s pretty good, too.”

Leticia nodded, thinking hard.
Naked, huh
. Well that was an easy choice of apparel. But she filed away William’s comment about a sexy dress, too. It was always useful to have options.

And very soon she was naked, standing in the approved position, eyes down, studying the stone blocks which made up the dungeon floor, wondering what Oliver had planned for this, their first really full-on BDSM experience. Although pegging wasn’t exactly mainstream, and he had used some of his whips and floggers on them. So it wasn’t really their first time, just the first time actually in the dungeon.

“Do you remember your safe word, Leticia?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“What is the safe word, William?”

“‘Xylophone,’ Sir.”

Oliver walked behind her and handcuffed her wrists together. He gently stroked her left shoulder and said, “If the cuffs put too much pressure on your shoulder you should tell me straightaway. I don’t want to damage it since it’s so newly healed.”

“Yes, Sir.” But it hadn’t ached at all after her work in the garden today, so she was reasonably certain it was fully healed. Or healed enough, anyway.

Leticia was experimenting with how much she could see while her gaze was on the floor. By tilting her eyes right to the sides she had quite good peripheral vision, and when she raised her eyebrows as far as they could go she had some forward vision as well. Although maybe a good sub wouldn’t do that. Likely what she should be doing was use her hearing to work out what was about to happen instead of trying to use her vision.

When Oliver cracked his whip she wasn’t actually sure whether or not it was a whip or a cane. He’d mentioned all sorts of whips and canes and floggers to her, but she wasn’t really clear on the differences as of yet. Was it canes that hit harder? Oh well, she’d soon find out.

It was a flogger. Multiple strands hit across her shoulders and her ass, mostly her ass. First there was a biting sting, then came the heat as her ass responded. And with the heat came a wonderful feeling of arousal, of desire. She wanted to be hit again. She wanted the arousal to grow higher and higher. She wanted him to touch her breasts.

When Oliver stopped punishing her and hit William it was just as arousing. She could imagine what William was feeling. She knew his ass would be warming up, too, and she bet his cock was growing larger and larger as his desire increased.

That’s when Leticia fully understood that part of the attraction of BDSM was in the mind of the sub. She was meant to think about what her Dom would do next and to whom he would do it. She was supposed to think and plan and anticipate. Then when the strokes came unexpectedly she was to enjoy their effect and understand it was heightened by her waiting and expectancy.

Leticia welcomed the flogger when it returned to her, even when it stroked once over her breasts, hurting her tender skin and pebbled nipples.
But I didn’t expect him to hit me there, and next time I’ll be wondering if he’ll do it again
.

Just when Leticia was so aroused she thought a simple touch would send her off the cliff into release, Oliver said, “Kneel with your foreheads on the floor.”

Leticia automatically went to move her arms before remembering they were handcuffed behind her. Suddenly awkward, she bent her knees until she was squatting then plopped the last few inches onto her knees before leaning forward and resting her forehead on the cold stone floor.
Well, at least it’ll keep me from overbalancing.

She seemed to be in the position for a long time but wondered if it was because she had no way to accurately measure time passing.
It’s just another way to build the tension. Making us wait and wonder what will happen next. But boy howdy, it sure works.

She sensed, rather than heard, Oliver moving behind her then something cold and wet rested in the small of her back.
What the fuck?
Her first instinct was to wiggle until she flicked it off, but she knew it was there for a reason. It was something Oliver was showing her. But it was freezing cold. Icy—
oh, of course, it’s an ice cube. Wow, it feels so much bigger than that, but it’ll be an ice cube for sure. Very, very cold and wet.

“Very good, my subs. Stand up.”

Standing up was actually harder than kneeling down. Finally, she rocked back onto her heels and pushed up with her leg muscles.
How amazing it is to do things without my hands. It’s like an entirely new world.

Oliver unlocked her handcuffs and massaged her shoulders then tied a blindfold over her eyes. “Now you are to suck William’s cock. You can use your hands to support yourself or touch him, but you are not to attempt to remove the blindfold. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Oliver led her across the few paces that separated her from William, and she reached out to touch William’s hip then his leg. Knowing she was in the correct place, she rested both hands on his thighs and nuzzled his cock. There was just the tiniest bit of hair starting to grow again from when she’d shaved him. The ends were bristly, harsher than the hair had been before, because of the cut ends, she assumed. She was certain his skin would still be sensitized though, because hers was. So she licked over his balls then sucked first one, then the other, into her mouth. Next she kissed a line up his cock, following the throbbing vein from root to tip. She moved one hand to hold his cock steady as she sucked the head into her mouth, giving a solid pull on it with all the suction she could get, before letting him slide out and grazing her teeth gently over the head of his cock.

Again she sucked him, this time swallowing more of him, before wetting the rest of his cock and blowing on it. She cupped and teased his balls with one hand while directing his erection in and out of her mouth with the other.

“Enough. Kneel down, Leticia. William, fuck her breasts.”

Ah, so I wasn’t really sucking him off at all. I was just getting him nice and wet so he would slide between my breasts easily.

With the blindfold on, she couldn’t tell how aroused William was. But he’d seemed both hard and hot when she sucked him. Still, she was aware that the ice cube on her back had seemed huge until she’d understood what it was, so maybe William wasn’t as close to orgasming as she’d thought he might be.

William braced a leg against each side of her as he rested his cock between her breasts. For a moment she wondered why he didn’t grip her breasts and push them together until she remembered he still had handcuffs on, although he wasn’t blindfolded.
What an interesting conundrum. I wonder which is more incapacitating, cuffs or a blindfold? But each has their challenges and each their advantages.

Then she felt Oliver move to them and he must have unlocked William’s handcuffs as the nurse’s gentle hands gripped her breasts and pushed them together so he could drive his cock between them, up and down, up and down, sliding his thick, hot length against her soft skin.

But Oliver had let him attempt it cuffed first, so he could work out the challenges. As she kneeled there, unable to watch what was happening, she listened carefully to William’s breathing, noting how it soon sped up and deepened. He was very aroused. His cock felt wonderful against her breasts, much hotter and harder than she’d imagined, but so alive and throbbing with energy.

She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, wondering if his cockhead was close enough for her to lick. Either it was or else William pushed it up higher, because on the very next upstroke she got a fleeting taste of his essence. Where Oliver’s cum was tart, William’s was more spicy, an interesting and appealing contrast. She enjoyed the brief hint of his flavor then poked her tongue out again for another taste. This time there was more cum, so he really was close. She wished she could watch but understood what Oliver was teaching her. Every time one sense or ability was removed the sub learned to use the others to bridge the gap. It made the sub concentrate on what was happening instead of taking it for granted. Also, there was the sense of arousal, imagination, and expectation.

They must have been playing these games for an hour now and she’d been highly aroused almost every second of that time. Yet she hadn’t orgasmed, despite wanting to. By the time she did find release she knew it would be an excellent climax, because of all that had gone before. This BDSM foreplay was far more exciting than a few kisses and touches. Her entire body was sensitized. Every inch of her skin was now an erogenous zone and she was filled with love for the two men who had worked together to make the evening so exciting for her. Her wonderful Dom, Oliver, who planned and directed everything, and her equally wonderful lover, William, who so gently and patiently shared the submission with her.

“William, come.”

Only a second or two later, Leticia felt the splash of cum on her breasts and once again held out her tongue to catch some of William’s essence. He was panting now, thrusting hard between her breasts, breasts he held tightly together, even though they were sticky with his seed.

Finally, he stopped pumping and loosened his hold on her although he left his hands where they were.
Because Oliver hasn’t said he can move yet.

Oliver removed her blindfold and said, “Now stand and watch him as he rubs his seed into your breasts and plays with your nipples.”

She blinked her eyes a few times to get used to the brighter light, climbed to her feet, and looked down at William’s hands on her skin. As she did so, Oliver grabbed her hips and he drove into her cunt from behind. Slowly, he withdrew then pushed into her again. The contrast of feeling Oliver pump into her and watching William’s gentle hands rubbing her nipples was astoundingly carnal.

Leticia was almost mesmerized as William matched the stroking and smoothing of his hands over her breasts to the speed of Oliver’s cock thrusting into her. William painted swirls of cum onto her skin in time with Oliver’s strokes, rubbing faster when Oliver moved fast, doing slow circles and spirals as Oliver slowed down. The orgasm that had been a heavy, aching need deep inside her all evening suddenly breathed fire like a dragon and demanded to be let out to consume her. Leticia wanted to scream, wanted to demand release, but William and Oliver kept their movements measured and in time with each other as the orgasm grew and grew. Just when Leticia was about to say she couldn’t last another second, Oliver said, “Come.”

William pinched her nipples and the dragon’s fire burst from her, consuming every nerve ending in her body as it raged up her spine and out her arms and legs with intense ferocity. She couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, could only hang there in the arms of her men, totally limp and satiated while aftershocks racked her from head to toe.

I love you both so much. You both mean everything to me.

“We are three, but we are one. Together we are much stronger than ever we would be apart,” said Oliver.

“Thank you for including me, Oliver. I truly respect and appreciate you. And Leticia, you hold my heart. I love you with every breath I take.”

“Oh my God. I just realized we did that and my brother is in the dungeon next door,” gasped Leticia.

“As long as he
is
in the dungeon next door, not running loose causing havoc somewhere,” said Oliver tartly.

“But what if he heard me scream?”

“Sweetie, the dungeons are soundproof,” said William.

But Leticia still worried that maybe David and Sam needed her and she was too busy enjoying herself to be a good daughter and sister.

“Hi, Diane. Is it okay if I interrupt you for a few minutes now, or should I come back later?”

Leticia stood hesitantly in the doorway of Diane’s office in the main building at Carnal Connections. Oliver had walked her to the building before heading off to yet another meeting about David and left her with strict instructions to stay inside unless she was with another person.

Not that she thought David would hurt her. But then again, she’d never imagined her father would shoot her, either.

Diane looked up from her computer and smiled. “No, come on in, Leticia. None of this is urgent. Just bills to pay as always.”

Leticia didn’t know Diane very well. She was a human member of the BDSM community and worked as the accountant not just for Carnal Connections but also for many of its members. Oliver had retrieved the small metal box with her father’s business papers in it and given it to Leticia. She handed a manila folder to Diane. “These are my father’s financial accounts. I don’t know anything about law or accounting, but it seems to me that some of this money is mine because my mother clearly left her investments to me, not to my father. Ever since she died more than nine years ago, the money has been paid into my father’s bank account, and it’s time I had it directed to me. Is that something you can handle for me please?”