Backing down, p.9
Backing Down, page 9
That thought had me halting.
Do you want a relationship like what your friends have? Marriage? Commitment? A dedicated submissive?
Someone who would serve me?
Someone who I’d be responsible for?
As I gazed at Evan, I flashed back to all who’d come before him. Maggy and Thom had been two of the longest-term. Both had lasted about six months. Both had left amicably.
Neither lit my fire the way Evan did.
And no one had ever heated my blood the way Kate did.
When Evan grasped her hair, red clouded my vision.
The bold move attracted attention from others, and at least two Dominants and three submissives looked my way as if to say, what are you going to do about it?
Without allowing myself the luxury of thought, I strolled over.
“Evan—”
“Kate—”
“Isn’t this cozy?”
Kate pulled back, but Evan still had hold of her hair.
She yelped.
He stammered out an apology as he released her hair.
Pretty much every person in the entire room—all one-hundred-and-thirty-two of them, turned to watch the spectacle.
Kate stood abruptly, nearly knocking her chair into Aura.
The submissive calmly righted the chair, bowed her head, and turned away from us.
A number of others did the same. Mostly considerate submissives. Kindhearted people who recognized the precarious position Evan had put himself in.
You have no claim on him. Maybe he doesn’t want you.
That thought hurt.
More than it should.
Which told me more than words could.
Evan dropped to a kneeling position at my feet.
Kate glared.
Lisa and Kimberly openly chuckled. Their submissives, with curious glances, expressed their questioning.
Of me? Of my place as the manager of the club? Or of me as a Dominant?
I cleared my throat. “Perhaps we should take this elsewhere?”
Kate’s eyes flashed fury.
Evan bobbed his head.
I held out my hand at Evan’s eye-level.
After a moment, he grasped it.
I pulled him up.
He kept his head bowed.
Without waiting to see if I’d be followed, I headed to one of the private rooms. I managed to catch Jaycee’s glance as I passed, giving her a subtle nod.
She nodded back.
Ah, my bright Dungeon Monitor. She’d wrangle everyone when the time to leave came. She’d ensure the caterers had everything they needed. I’d settled the bill yesterday, having rightly anticipated a large crowd.
I’d send a large tip tomorrow for their great job.
For now…
I entered the room, eyeing the toys I’d laid out earlier. I wouldn’t want to say that I’d planned to bring Evan in here. Hoped would’ve been a better word.
As I fingered the toys, Evan entered the room. He went straight to the mat near the wall and dropped to his knees. With his head bent, in the submissive’s pose, he looked beautiful. So beautiful that it nearly hurt my eyes.
My heart constricted.
How was it, after only playing a handful of times, that I felt more connected to him than I’d ever felt to Maggy or Thom? Both had been much-longer-term relationships. Both involved more sharing. More opening of hearts. More connecting.
Yet I wasn’t going to downplay the connection I felt to Evan.
Kate stomped into the room.
Yep, stomped was the right word.
Munches were what I referred to as kinky people wearing street clothes discussing kinky things.
Some women still wore heels, but no corsets, nylons, or lacy undergarments visible. Just like the male submissives might wear a collar, but there’d likely be no other sign of their position.
A few people today had pushed the boundaries since they were safely inside Kink, but Mistress Kate opted for form-fitting black jeans that hugged her ass, a long-sleeve silk blouse with decorous décolletage in a blue that matched her eyes, and solid black boots.
Despite her obvious height…deficiency…when it came to me, she was all blazing fury.
She slammed the door, dropped her bag to the ground, and then whirled on me. “What the fuck, Dante?”
I’d prefer she use my honorific, but something told me correcting her at the moment wasn’t going to win me any favors.
As I rubbed my stubbled jaw, I put on my most innocent face. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“You might as well have peed on his leg.”
Laughter burst forth from my chest. “I think that’s a little ridiculous, don’t you?”
“We were talking. People do that. Are you so insecure that you can’t have your submissive talking to another Dominant?”
That took things too far. “Look—”
“Going to call me a witch again?”
By the look in her eyes, she knew I’d fixed my language at the last moment. Don’t lose your cool. “Evan is free to speak to whomever he wishes. But he was touching you. Or did you not notice? That breaks decorum—”
“Because he, what, touched my hair?” She placed her hands on her hips. “Look, I’m as familiar with protocol as you are. I get it. I would’ve spoken up—”
“He shouldn’t have been so presumptuous.”
Kate scowled. “Are you in an exclusive relationship? Do you have a contract that says your submissive can’t touch anyone else? Because that takes paranoia and jealousy—”
“Of course I don’t.” I might’ve snapped that. “Now, again, you’re being absurd.”
“Me?” She crossed her arms across her very nice breasts. “You’re trying to put this on me? You’re the one with issues—”
“May I speak?”
We both pivoted to Evan, who had his hand raised. He met our gazes, one at a time. “I can satisfy you both. At the same time. Try it with me." He gave me the most beseeching puppy dog eyes. “Please? I’ve been a very good boy.”
I wasn’t convinced flirting with another Dominant while with me made him a good boy, but he wasn’t mine, so I didn’t have the right to be jealous.
Even if I was.
Kate sighed. After a glance at me, she moved to Evan. She crouched and stroked his hair. “It won’t work, Evan. We…tried it before. I know you know how it ended.”
His deep-blue eyes flashed defiance—first at Kate, then at me. “I know Frankie Terwilliger is a twat.”
Kate coughed to cover her reaction.
I couldn’t hold back my chuckle. “Okay, point to you.”
Secretly, though, I kept flashing to the memories. How that time with Kate, minus the Frankie kerfuffle, had been fantastic. And how, now, Evan was the perfect choice—for both of us.
But no. Frankie’s storming out unsatisfied didn’t show me in the best light. I never apologized to him. Or to Kate.
Because Doms are never wrong.
That’s bullshit—and you know it.
Yet part of me still clung to that.
Kate met my gaze.
I read the indecision. The need. The longing.
For me? For Evan? For what we’d had and lost or what we could have again?
I just didn’t know. And I wasn’t a fan of uncertainty.
In the end, she spoke. “Just this once, Evan. I have something special I’ve wanted to do with you…if Master Dante approves…”
Unbidden, my head cocked in interest.
Kate pulled a prostate massager from the bag she’d dropped.
I nearly lost it. I knew women kept interesting things in their purses—but this was a new one for me.
Evan looked from me to the toy and back to me. Absolutely no missing his desire.
Are you going to be the asshole?
“Mistress Kate may…stimulate you.”
Triumph flashed in Evan’s eyes.
“But I want her to fuck you as well.”
Kate startled visibly, placing her hand on her chest.
Evan gasped—clearly from pleasure.
“I…” She began, but faltered.
“Are you saying you don’t have a dildo and harness in that bag?” I had spares upstairs, and although I didn’t want to leave these two alone—
She stalked to the table with her bag where she removed a harness and…
I nearly choked with laughter.
She glared.
A double-ended dildo. One end for Evan’s ass, the other, a smaller curled one that’d nail Kate’s g-spot every time she pegged Evan.
Maniacally, and inside, I hooted with glee. “Do you need privacy?”
Evan rose. “Uh, not me.” He eyed Kate. “Perhaps Master Dante can prepare my ass while Mistress Kate prepares?” He grinned. “Oh, goodness, this is going to be so much fun.”
And leave Kate exposed. Vulnerable.
I undid the buttons on my shirt. One at a time.
Although Evan had seen me partially naked, he’d never seen me fully so. Slowly, I peeled off my silk shirt and dropped it to the floor.
I might’ve flexed my pecs.
Then I turned.
The intake of breath could’ve been either Kate’s or Evan’s.
Or both.
An impressive sight. One I admired in the mirror at least once a week. About two years ago, I’d hired an artist to design me a full-back tattoo. Of a phoenix rising.
I might or might not have been thinking about my encounter with fiery Kate when I’d had it done. I might or might not have seen her as the phoenix rising. Not that I’d ever admit it. To anyone.
To finish the show, I unbuttoned my pants, lowered my zipper, then dragged both my pants and underwear off, stepping out of them and letting them fall to the floor on top of my shirt. Everything would be wrinkled all to hell, but who’d be around to see it? And I had a change of clothes in the office.
Then, just for amusement, I flexed first my back, then my ass—giving it a little jiggle. Again, with the self-awareness of knowing my ass was firm and damn fine-looking. Another thing I enjoyed staring at in the mirror.
Does that make me vain?
Does anyone care?
Huh.
Kate cleared her throat. “Uh, impressive.”
I turned slowly, palming my erection as I did. I’d been semi-erect while we discussed prostate massagers and dildos. Now, as I found Evan completely naked and Kate staring at me, my arousal grew. I squeezed my cock as I met Kate’s gaze with a challenge of my own.
She held that gaze for a long moment before slowly shaking her head.
Damn.
Oh well, perhaps another time.
“On the bench, Evan, facing away from me.”
My submissive scurried to comply.
Our submissive?
I still couldn’t get a full read on Kate. This had been her idea, but she wasn’t giving me any indication of where her head was at.
After snagging the lube, I made my way over to the spanking bench where Evan bent over, his perfect, twenty-three-year-old ass stuck in the air.
I chuckled.
He shivered.
I delivered the first slap.
As my palm print appeared on his ass, he gave a little sigh.
I put the bottle of lube next to him, then began to warm him up. “Twenty, Evan, and you’re going to count.”
He did.
Each blow I delivered was stronger than the previous. By the time I swung for the last time, sweat glistened across my brow and chest. It trickled down my back. I felt the heat in my cheeks.
Still, I didn’t look over at Kate. Even knowing what she was doing to herself felt…so fucking arousing. How she’d have to angle the toy just right. How she’d look in that harness, with her ass exposed.
The things I could do to that ass.
The things she’d never allow, and I’d never ask for. She had clear boundaries, and I would never try to cross them—most especially not in the middle of a scene. Negotiations took place beforehand. Besides, to my knowledge, Kate had never shown any desire to be a bottom. Just because I dominated her in my dreams didn’t mean it would ever actually happen.
And I was okay with that.
Evan wiggled his ass.
I squeezed both cheeks, ensuring I used just the right pressure of blunt fingernails.
“Oh, yes, Master, so good.”
“It’s about to get better, my good boy.”
“Oh yes, please.”
I snagged the bottle of lube. I drizzled a little down his crack.
He shivered.
Then I coated my fingers and eased the first one inside.
It slid in easily.
I wiggled, then added a second.
He sighed.
I scissored. I thrust. With practiced ease, I located his spongy spot and gently massaged.
“Oh, Jesus,” he panted.
“Leave some for me,” Kate purred.
Finally, I looked over.
She stood, in all her glory, facing me.
The harness hugged her curves in all the right ways. The cock sticking from her nest of golden-red curls looked awkward—but also hot as fuck. Her nipples threatened to spill over the demi-bra’s cups that lovingly held her high and proud. Her hair hung loose around her shoulders, a fiery mass of curls.
Finally, her cheeks flushed.
I glanced lower. Yep, every step she took would massage that hard little spot deep within her. I could extrapolate that massaging a woman’s g-spot was damn near as sexy as a guy getting his prostate tapped. Hell, maybe even more so. “You ready?”
She nodded.
I handed her the bottle of lube, then moved to stand on the other side of the bench, leaning against the wall.
After applying lube to the prostate massager, she gently eased it into position.
Evan’s gaze snapped to mine.
Kate snagged his ass and dug her claws in. “Don’t come, Evan, or there’ll be hell to pay.”
Given how much Evan enjoyed every type of punishment imaginable, I couldn’t see how he could lose.
“Or I won’t fuck you.”
Kate caught my eye.
Oh, shit, yeah, she could be nasty.
Evan moaned.
Kate flipped on the massager.
Our submissive closed his eyes as his breathing became shallow.
Fuck, but he could be responsive. Just a little bit of stimulation and he was damn ready to go over the edge.
I pushed off the wall and positioned myself before him.
He tried to swipe his tongue across my slit.
I swatted him.
He shrugged as if to say, worth a try.
Kate increased the speed.
Evan moaned.
I knelt before him so I could grasp his weeping cock.
“Oh, God, too much—”
I squeezed. Hard. Almost to the point of pain.
He panted.
But he didn’t come.
Kate increased the massager to the top speed.
Evan wailed. “Nooo.”
“You want us to stop?” I suspected I knew the answer, but I had to give him the out.
“Nooo,” he howled.
Kate chuckled. Then turned the vibrator off.
Evan let out the longest sigh of relief I ever remembered hearing.
I squeezed his cock.
“Oh my God.”
I held him in my hand even as he said the words. Even as he tried to gain friction by shifting his hips.
Kate slapped his ass.
He stilled.
Then, to my surprise, he met my gaze.
And winked.
You little scamp.
Well, two could play at that game.
I tugged his cock.
His eyes widened in panic.
My sadistic grin grew.
Kate lined herself up and slowly pushed into Evan.
Those eyes, previously wide in panic, shut tight as he whimpered.
Not an I’m in pain whimper. No, this was the that’s so gloriously amazing, please don’t ever stop whimper.
I released him, then stepped back so my shoulders and ass touched the wall.
My cock still stood proud—leaking the occasional drop of precum that fell unheeded to the floor.
Kate gripped Evan’s hips as she continued to work herself all the way in. Sweat sheened her face.
God, she’s so fucking beautiful that she takes my breath away.
I was pretty certain she wouldn’t want me saying that out loud.
“Ready, Evan?”
He nodded frantically at her question.
She met my gaze.
I nodded.
She pulled back almost all the way out, then pushed back in.
They both grunted. In a hot, sexy way.
From then on, it was just a matter of the age-old ritual. Only with the slight variation of woman fucking man. Still the principles were the same. One gave, one took. One dominated, one submitted. And yeah, fucking could be an equal opportunity…except with one partner penetrating the other, the imbalance would always occur. Even if the bottom called all the shots, they were still at the mercy of the one doing the fucking.
My cock hardened at the sounds my two made. The grunts, moans, and whispered pleadings. I was so close to the edge that a mere tug or two would likely push me right over.
“I’m coming, Mistress.” Evan glanced up at me. “Master.”
I would’ve made him hold out.
Kate, however, shouted, “Come, Evan, now.”
Even before she finished the words, cum spurted out of him, landing at my feet. He bucked back into her as she held herself still.
Rapture—the only way to describe the look on her face. I didn’t have a single doubt that she hadn’t just climaxed herself.
Still, she didn’t collapse on him. She held herself perfectly steady.
I advanced toward them. “Evan, you’re going to make me come.” After all, I wanted in on the action.
“Oh, yes Master.”
He could’ve used his hands to jerk me off, but he guided my cock to his mouth and did all those wonderful things he was capable of. He tongued my slit.
I thrust my cock into his mouth so he nearly gagged, pulling back at the last moment.
His teeth scraped along my length as he hollowed his cheeks.
I met Kate’s gaze.
My heart constricted even as my body released into the most mind-blowing orgasm I could remember. Like, in about two years. Fitting, that I should be thinking of that moment while blissed out now.
