Bound Between You, page 14
part #4 of Tender Control Series
If the looks they were giving me were anything to go by, I was doing fairly well with this game.
Keegan, still thankfully in the lead with the fantasy, nodded. “Yes, that would be…oh yes…what would you make the human slave do?”
Now what?
Spanking him would definitely have been easier, but then I’d have to figure out what to do with Julian…okay, so maybe monster fantasies were easier.
“Whatever I wanted, of course.” Being a bit of a dick seemed to make this Master and slave fantasy go a bit easier. “And it would depend on how well my monster did…is my slave well-fucked and completely ready to be at my mercy?”
That sounded…
Nope, not going to overanalyze the fantasy.
Pushing the thoughts out of my head, I ignored a tiny voice in the back that pointed out that if a bit of Master slave role play in a conversation made me this uncomfortable, I might want to think about talking to someone.
Nope.
Not thinking about anything but my…my somethings right now.
Keegan shivered again, rocking himself against us, and looked debauched and well-fucked even though he still had his clothes on. “He’s completely at your mercy and ready to do anything you want.”
“Then I’d slowly let him down from the chains that were keeping him bound and I’d have him kneel on the floor. Slaves don’t get to stand like real men.” They both moaned before I could even start to wonder if I’d gone too far.
I needed more rules for this than they seemed to realize.
“I’d make the slave crawl to my monster, and I’d have him start to worship the thick tentacle hanging from him.” That was so weird I didn’t even have the words to explain what was going through my head.
But they were excited and somehow that made me excited.
God. Sexuality and just desire in general was so fucked up.
They both moaned in unison again and it was impossible to decide who was more turned on as Keegan got on all fours and submissively shifted so his face was hovering over Julian’s still-covered dick.
Clothes.
We needed to get rid of his pants if this was going to work.
Keegan realized that too and glanced up at me as his hands twitched, like they were itching to play with Julian. When I nodded, he let out a ragged breath and quickly unbuttoned Julian’s pants. Julian was just as excited and lifted up just enough for Keegan to free his erection.
When the straining length was reaching out to Keegan, our boy looked at me with even more hunger in his face. “What would the slave have to do?”
We were going to sit down and make a list of fantasy discussion limits to go with our real-life ones because that question had too many possible answers.
“Lick the tentacle. Caress it with your tongue.” Giving the instruction was easy since it was just Julian’s dick that was waving around, but I really wasn’t sure how I’d feel when it was the toy.
We were going to have to figure that out before we did a full scene of this content.
Keegan obeyed, his submissive gaze glancing back and forth between us as he looked up Julian’s body through his lashes. Flicking his tongue out, Keegan playfully lapped at the erection that was clearly a tentacle in his imagination.
I wasn’t sure what was going on in Julian’s mind, but he was just as into the fantasy as Keegan and wasn’t looking at me like I was an asshole, so I thought we were making progress.
I let Keegan play with the tentacle until Julian’s eyes were half-closed and his hands had a death grip on the blanket that covered the bed. When he was getting beautifully desperate, I let Keegan continue. “Now suck on the tip and play with it.”
They both shivered and as Keegan’s lips closed around the head of Julian’s dick, Julian shut his eyes, sucking in a breath like it was all too much. But his erection never flagged, and every sound and movement he made said he was all in for whatever Keegan might do to him.
But what about me?
Was I helping his desire or working against the pleasure they were building?
I tried to remember everything about the toy I’d seen online.
“Caress the nubs with your tongue and give my monster all the pleasure he deserves for using you so thoroughly.” He’d already fucked Keegan in this fantasy, right? So maybe he’d be sensitive? “I don’t care how sensitive his tentacle is, I want to see you make him come again.”
That seemed to push both of them even higher.
Julian let out a whimper that was filled with need as Keegan did something to the head of his cock. “Let me see you make him come, slave.”
That seemed to be what Julian was waiting for. Even though it had to be extremely frustrating to have all the sensation just be focused on the head, he cried out and arched up, filling Keegan’s mouth with his cum.
Keegan slurped and sucked like he’d been given the best milkshake ever as he worked Julian’s cock, pulling every drop of pleasure he could from Julian and the fantasy in general. When Julian sagged down against the bed and went boneless, Keegan finally released him.
He pulled Julian’s boxer briefs back over his erection and wiggled back up between us again. “That was so sexy.”
Julian gave a low chuckle and nodded, but he didn’t seem to feel the need to respond with words…unlike our boy.
Keegan wiggled and his eyes were lit up with desire and just excitement in general. “Can I kiss you, or should I brush my teeth first? I have a toothbrush here…I think?”
That wouldn’t have surprised me at all, but it wasn’t necessary.
“Come here.” Pulling him against me as he giggled, I wrapped my arms around him.
“Julian is delicious, Master.” Keegan gave me a sexy grin that was probably supposed to look sweet. “Taste.”
As Keegan’s lips brushed against mine and I deepened the kiss to stroke my tongue against his, Julian moaned beside us. Keegan reached out and must have pulled him closer because as we kissed and I tasted Julian just like he said I would, Julian turned to his side and pressed himself against us.
Us.
Not just Keegan.
When Keegan finally pulled away, both of us breathless, he leaned over and gave Julian a quick kiss. If he whispered something, I didn’t hear it, but when he stretched out over me, he started wiggling down my body. “Let us please you?”
Us?
I nodded without really thinking things through, though that was almost impossible with the way Keegan was stroking over my erection. But by the time they had my dick free and their hands were stroking over me, I’d been able to think for a moment and I realized Julian wouldn’t do anything he didn’t want to.
But I was so afraid of fucking things up, I wasn’t sure what to do.
Yet again, Keegan didn’t have that problem.
He nuzzled against Julian before going back to licking my cock like it was a popsicle. “He tastes so good.”
Julian’s low groan as he licked over the head of my dick and teased my slit said he agreed.
It was a fantasy come true, and I had to fight the urge to pinch myself and look stupid in front of them.
Moaning seemed safer than words, so I sank into the pleasure that they were giving me, not caring about the low needy sounds that escaped as they licked and kissed my dick. Just watching them was so erotic it pushed me right to the edge.
Julian was sucking my dick.
Keegan looked up at me as he kissed the base of my cock, and I could see in his eyes that he knew every fear and worry running through my head. But somehow, I didn’t feel weak when he looked up at me with those knowing eyes.
I felt loved.
It was that thought that pushed me right over the edge. As Julian swallowed my cum, making dirty sucking sounds, he looked up at me and I saw something so close to the tender way Keegan looked at me, I almost couldn’t breathe.
As the pleasure faded and both men moved up to lay their heads on my chest, Keegan laced his fingers with Julian’s and I felt a ripple of emotion run through him. I’d always thought I was the last person on earth Julian would ever submit to, but as I kissed the tops of their heads and just soaked up the silence, I thought maybe things had finally changed.
Hopefully, it was for the better.
Chapter 16
Keegan
“Do you think subtle is the right way to go or more aggressive?” Looking across the kitchen, I raised one eyebrow. “Maybe a gift certificate?”
Everyone liked presents.
Mom snorted. “No gift certificates. That would be weird.”
“We don’t use words like weird.” I grinned when she rolled her eyes.
“Kinks aren’t weird. Gift cards for sessions with a therapist are weird.” She gestured toward me with the spoon she’d been stirring cookie dough with, and chocolate chips went flying. “Be honest with your Dom and tell him you’re worried about him.”
I wasn’t sure that was the best way to tackle this particular problem.
“I think guilt is a better way to handle this if I can’t use the gift certificate approach.” I still thought that was a good idea. “I’m sure Dr. Sheppard is creative enough to design one if he doesn’t already have them.”
Every company had gift certificates or something like that.
Oh, maybe he had some kind of cute card thing like people could buy at the checkout at Walmart.
“If my choices are guilt or gift card…I’d go with guilt.” She shrugged, turning back to the bowl. “It’s got a better track record, and with something like this, I’d go with a tried-and-true method of manipulation.”
“Okay, that’s a good point.” And honestly, guilt wouldn’t be hard.
On the other hand, waiting for those cookies to be done was definitely hard. “When will those be done? I’m starving.”
She made a rude sound. “These aren’t for you. I promised a client a reward, and this is what she wanted.”
Ugh.
That wasn’t the answer I’d wanted to hear.
“Fine. I’m going to head upstairs to get ready for dinner. I’m meeting Julian and Niall later.” At least they’d give me cookies if I wanted them.
As I got up from the table and headed toward the living room, she turned. “Kee-Kee?”
“Mom.” I winced, making her laugh. “Don’t call me that. I’m not one of those yappy dogs that goes in a purse.”
One cousin couldn’t say Keegan and I was Kee-Kee for my entire childhood.
“Baby.” She raised her eyebrow, and I smiled, nodding. I could deal with that. “Just think about Niall and what matters to him. Help him see that at least talking to someone might help him protect what’s important to him. He’s a Dom. Use that.”
Biting my lip, I leaned against the back of the chair that helped divide the kitchen and the living room. “I’m just worried about him, and I don’t think simply pointing out how important mental health is will help.”
Especially with someone who couldn’t even admit he’d been a victim.
Mom nodded, her lips tightening. “Yeah, I have to agree with that assessment.”
So guilt it was.
And if that didn’t work…gift cards.
“He just…he and Julian will never work out if they can’t talk without everything going all to hell.” The only way to keep them from fighting seemed to be to keep their mouths otherwise occupied, and constant blow jobs just weren’t practical.
She chuckled. “The passion is there but the will to behave is not.”
Oh yeah.
“Things are better since they came over for dinner, but it still feels like there are just things missing between us.” I sighed, probably sounding very dramatic. “I know this is the right relationship. I knew it from the first time I met both of them. But Niall…this isn’t something that BDSM can fix. He needs a therapist.”
Because from what Julian had said about Niall’s reaction to even talking about bottoming and Niall’s reactions when Mom had talked about the dickhead who was in prison, it wasn’t hard to guess what had happened.
“Have you talked to Julian?” Her question was legitimate, but my answer wasn’t helpful.
“Yes, but he’s too worried about Niall assuming that he’s trying to pick a fight to even want to talk about bringing it up.” My flirty, sexy Dom went all nervous and subby every time I’d tried to bring it up over the last two weeks.
He’d done it so often I knew which cereals his sub side liked best for a snack.
He was going to be no help at all.
But it was cute how much he was worrying about his relationship with Niall, and it gave me confidence that I was right about how perfect we all were for each other.
“You’ll figure it out. Just talk from the heart and add a dash of guilt.” She smiled. “I can see how he feels about you every time he says your name. It’s going to be fine.”
Meeting him twice did not make her a world expert on Niall, but I wasn’t going to point that out.
“I love you, Mom.”
“Love you too, Kee-Kee.” She grinned as I groaned and rolled my eyes and headed upstairs.
Some people thought that my still living at home was weird, but I’d never understood other people’s desire to live by themselves. Why would I want to be alone all the time? My work was solitary enough. Why would I want to be by myself for the rest of the day?
Pushing stupid questions out of my head, I hurried to my room and over to the closet that was probably a bit too packed. Even the organizer system I’d put in last year wasn’t helping anymore. Storage space was definitely the only downside of living at home.
Stepping into the small walk-in closet, I studied the options. “Nice restaurant. So nothing too sexy and no jeans…hmmm…”
Those were hard to tease me through.
We needed something a bit stretchier.
Grabbing a pair of black slacks that looked fancy enough for the restaurant and still had enough give to them that a hand could wiggle down the back, I smiled. “Perfect.”
Especially if I needed to distract Niall after he promised me he’d talk to Dr. Sheppard.
Picking out a flowy white shirt that went well with the pants, I took them over to the bed and laid them out. “Now briefs.”
Heading over to the tall dresser that was just as stuffed as the closet, I pulled open the top drawer and analyzed the varied content. I’d stuck to sexy but mostly safe so far. It seemed like the right night to pull out the big guns, though.
Since they both liked sheer, I stuck with that theme but grabbed a pair that were more feminine with lacy edges and that showed a tempting amount of my ass. Yep, definitely the pair to shock Niall into thinking more about my ass than about the therapy he needed.
Hopping in the shower, I did a thorough cleanup and shave, even taking the time to make sure I was ready for anything my men might want.
Just as I slipped on some low-heeled boots that looked sexy with the pants, the door rang and I bounced down the stairs, calling out a quick goodbye. Opening the door, I threw myself at Julian and smiled even wider as he hugged me tight. “I’m starving.”
He snorted, giving my ass a smack. “Is that how you talk to your Master?”
I nodded. “Oh yes. Do that again.”
Laughing, he gave me a quick peck and relaxed his hold. “Come on. No distracting me or we’ll be late.”
I rolled my eyes. “If anyone will be late, it’s Niall.”
“Possibly.” Julian took my hand as I closed the door, then started walking us to his car. “But he’s doing better and making an effort not to work too much, so I think that’s a step in the right direction.”
And with the hours I sometimes worked, I couldn’t exactly complain.
“We could tell him that there was traffic?” I could take him back to the studio and suck him off. That would be fun.
Julian chuckled. “Then what would you say if there really was traffic, and we ended up being obscenely late.”
I hated it when logic ruined perfectly good plans.
“Alright.” Giving him a cute pout, I sighed. “But you owe me since I’m only behaving because of you.”
“That logic would not hold up under scrutiny.” He gave me a skeptical look as he opened the passenger door for me. “Do I want to ask what I’m going to owe you?”
I shook my head. “No, or we’ll end up eating Froot Loops for dinner.”
His sigh said he knew exactly what I was talking about. “Then I’m not going to ask. I’m looking forward to steak and I don’t want to fuck things up by craving something stupid like pancakes all night.”
He was so cute.
“It’ll be fine.” Giving him a quick kiss on his cheek, I sat down and let him buckle me. “I’ve got a sexy distraction if we need one.”
Julian’s stress faded some as he laughed, his gaze narrowing as he scanned down my body. “Now you have me very curious.”
“Hmm, do I?” I grinned as he rolled his eyes and shut the door.
Maybe if things went well, I’d get spanked for teasing him, too.
The drive over was filled with conversations about our day and what had happened since we’d seen each other earlier in the week. As I rambled on about the life series I was doing on Gordon, making Julian laugh and forget his worries, we both relaxed. “I told his son it wasn’t a good day to come over, but did he listen to me? No.”
I grinned as Julian chuckled, watching me out of the corner of his eye. “What happened?”
“He barges in, probably to lecture me again about taking advantage of his sweet father, and finds his Dad naked and standing next to an enlarged photograph of him that didn’t leave much to the imagination either.” I grinned as Julian chuckled. “For someone who keeps saying he’s had a boring life, the man sure liked to take pictures of himself naked.”
But since it made the series so much easier to plan out, I approved.
