“What’s for dinner?” I asked from the couch, not even looking up from my book. It was Ray’s dinner day, so probably stir fry.
“Pizza.” Denise stated quite clearly from the kitchen, in that steel in velvet tone that said they were going to play tonight. Hot damn.
Ray was already shutting down his video game when I looked up. Denise, Deni, with her long hair back in a braid and her favorite painted on black leather pants hugging the lines of her thighs strolled into the living room. Negotiation time, and Deni was certainly going to be on top. Ray clicked one last button, set the controllers all on the coffee table, and dropped to his knees at Deni’s bare feet, declaring his place in the games without a word. He even started stripping off his shirt without being told. Eager, Ray, when he wanted to bottom.
I was left with my own decision. I looked up at Deni. “Do you care?”
She shook her head. “Gonna fill his hot ass one way or another. Your cock, the pink dildo, doesn’t matter.”
Ray whimpered at her feet and started working his way out of his jeans. We both ignored him. She was watching me with that considering look I loved. I could see the wheels in her mind coming up with things to do to both of us, and also with things we could both do to Ray. Damn kinky mind our best girl has. Problem was, I wasn’t sure just what I wanted tonight. A spanking sounded good. So did taking a flogger to our best boy. I started to flip a mental coin, then shrugged. I hadn’t been greedy in a while.
“I’ll warm him up for you before I hit my knees.” I made it a casual offer, not a demand. She’d started this. It was her scene.
“I’m taking a belt to someone’s butt tonight.” Cool words, almost chilly. A warning for me to back off or hurt.
I nodded, willing to give her that, knowing she wasn’t going to be holding back. I let the shiver run up my spine before I said more. Delicious. “If he gets my cock, do I get the dildo?” We both knew that really meant please please please. I loved being filled almost as much as Deni did.
“We’ll see.” Her eyes narrowed, and I knew I wasn’t getting any more concessions.
I pulled off my shirt as I stood. “Lead the way, then.”
The basement had sold us on this house. Yeah, it was nice that three of the four bedrooms were just the same size so each of us could have our own space and still share the big bed. And the kitchen had enough counter space for me to make ravioli and Deni to spread out her baking to her heart’s content, although not on the same night. But the basement was perfect. The stairs spilled out into our little finished workout room. A door to the right for the laundry, then around the corner to the left for the unfinished storage room. Through that, for some reason, to our little slice of kinky heaven.
It really wasn’t much. A second hand wrestling mat on the floor in deference to my old knee injury. A loveseat just big enough for the three of us to cuddle on. The spanking bench Ray had built along with the Saint Andrew’s cross. A shiny black tool chest we’d gotten at a bargain and repainted, relining the drawers with new red felt. Blankets and pillows stacked on an ottoman that matched nothing else in the house. The futon rolled against one wall. A college dorm of playrooms, but it was ours, all ours.
Ray dropped the cordless phone he’d brought from upstairs onto the top of our tool chest toy box, locked the door, then went to the cross. He knew what he wanted, all right. I wondered if Deni had seen it even though I hadn’t noticed. She wasn’t really bothering with words anymore, either, just got busy with the leather, making our best boy helpless. The flogger was in the top drawer, tails neatly arranged from our last clean up, handle on top of them so all I had to do was pick it up, let the supple, well oiled leather order itself as I walked to the cross, to Ray, to Deni. The loves of my life.
She was up against our boy, hand tangled in his short hair, twisting his head to the side. Her mouth on his neck, sucking like a vampire. She always marked us before she really started hurting us. Not that we were about to forget we belonged to her, ever. I mean, she was marking right above that heavy silver chain that matched mine, matched hers, the collars we’d all worn for a little over two years now. Two blissful years.
Yeah, yeah, we argued. Ray had quit that crappy job he hated and found another he only complained a little less about. There’d been that pregnancy scare. We were still discussing a third vehicle. But for every bad, trompy, whiny day we had plenty like this, where the energy clicked between us, when we all knew just what we wanted and gave it to each other. And by the way Ray moaned under Deni’s mouth, our boy was just where he wanted to be, right now.
My turn.
I tapped Deni on the shoulder. “May I have this dance?”
She grinned at me as she stepped back. “Why of course, kind sir. Be my guest.” And the bow and sweep of her arm was courtly enough for any of Ray’s fantasy video games.
I grinned about that as I took her place against him, my jeans against his ass, my hands running up his arms so the flogger caressed his skin. He shivered while I nuzzled his ear. “Beg me.”
Ray did, such a good bottom boy. “Please, Jerry, hit me. I want the flogger so much. Please, Jerry?”
“You’re a slut for it, aren’t you boy?” Not eloquent, but he was rubbing his bare ass against my jeans for all he was worth. Words fail me a little when he does that.
Still, he was nodding. “Yes I am. A slut for your flogger, Jerry. Please hit me. Please?”
I made him beg a little more while I chewed on his ear. Loved how that made him writhe. His moan when I stepped back was pretty fine, too. I gave him one, light, just a tease high on his shoulders and listened to him beg some more. Glanced at Deni, sitting on the bench, running her hands over the doubled leather belt while she watched. The belt she was going to use on me. Hot, hot, hot.
Our best boy first, though. I gave him my attention, let the flogger fly. Nice sound, both leather and flesh and Ray’s grunt on impact. I gave him a few more, a warm up, then Deni joined me as we touched him, checked his bindings, licked at his pinked up flesh. She kissed me, then got out of the way.
“Beg me.” This time I said it louder, and Ray groaned before the words started pouring out of his mouth. Too coherent. I set about making him stupid, making him fly.
The free weights in the other room are mine, but this wasn’t about force. Ray might be our heavyweight when it comes to taking pain, but I don’t have to make him bleed to make him fly. Just watch his reactions, the way his muscles relax, the way his cries turn to soft little moans and he starts arching back into the strikes. I give it to him heavy as long as he needs, then ease off, let it carry him away for a bit.
Deni helps me check him again, once I stop. This time she has one hand on our boy and one on my back. I’m next, I know it. Ray’s all red and hip rolling for a few, then the kisses over his shoulders open his eyes.
“Mydun?” Ray slur for can I come down now.
Deni kisses his cheek. “For now. Stay here for me.”
“Kay.” His eyes close and he rests against the wood.
I put the flogger on the toybox. We’ll check it over, clean the sweat off, put it away later. I have a date with a hot chick and a belt, and I can’t wait to get out of my jeans. They’re throttling my hard on. I start to strip them off, but Deni stops me.
“You forgot something, Jerry.” And I had. I go to her, drop to my knees on the mat, let my head fall forward. She grabs my hair, pulls my face up. She tilts my head, marks me with a bit of teeth involved. “What comes next, Jerry?”
I look into her eyes, all cruel dark diamonds. “The belt.” Almost a whisper, but I got it out.
The toss she gives my head nearly sits me back on my butt. “Strip and hit the bench, airhead.” Endearments. Gotta love ‘em.
She gives me enough time to settle, at least, my cock tucked under me, protected. But she doesn’t start slow. She wants red, and she wants it now, and it doesn’t feel like she cares if the red is my skin or my safe word. Ow. I grab the bench, make myself stay put, and just howl with it. My world narrows, my butt and the belt and the little grunts of effort she makes off and on. Yeah, yeah, I’ve taken worse, it’s just a strapping, man up and all that. But damn, no warm up, no restraints to lean into, no mercy at all. She doesn’t get tears before she stops, but it’s a close thing.
“Good boy.” She pats my back, leaves me panting on the bench. If I could move, I’d check and see what she was doing. I faintly remember something about a dildo.
And then there it is. Lubed with the thick stuff and being fed into my ass slowly, rigid and cool from the play room’s air. There’s no mercy for this, either. It’s going in, and I take that deep breath and relax so it can, take the burn of the stretching, too. She works it in, fucks me with it a few times. The cruelest way, fast and hard and nowhere near the sweet spot. Then she stops. Her hand grips my hair again, turns my head to face the cross. Ray, slumping there a little.
“Get him down. We’re moving to the futon.” At least she pulls the dildo out.
I have to do Ray’s feet first. It’s a struggle for him, but he takes his own weight while I get his hands. He rolls his shoulders, lowering his arms slowly, and I just let him go at his own pace, steady him on his feet, help him move when he can. My burning butt screams at me every time I move.
Deni’s spread the futon and we go to her, to it, leaning on each other like drunken fools. I end up on my back with Ray kneeling close, watching while she shoves that dildo back into me. I want it. I even want the fucking she gives me with it while Ray watches. I want more, because she’s still cruel about it. Somewhere, though, I’ve lost the words to ask, so I take what I can get and watch Ray watching me.
He’s back from his flight a little, so when Deni sends him for the lube he makes it there and back without wobbling much. He’s quiet, and his hand when he smears my cock with lube is gentle as anything. So sweet when he’s like this. He mounts me backward, like she wants, and I help support him when she leans him back. Then she’s impaled on him, he on me, me on the dildo. She dictates the pace and all I can do is rock a little under them both, brace our best boy, and fly with them again. Orgasms happen in there somewhere, almost secondary to the rest of the feeling. Or maybe I was just so far gone on my own that I didn’t notice when they went, too.
We’re a tangled, messy heap on the futon when it’s done, sharing kisses all around. Ray eases the dildo out of me, sets it aside. He still has the middle.
“Fantastic, Deni.” Ray’s voice is so deep, so quiet. “I needed that.”
Deni’s hand roams us both. “Say something next time, goofball.” Those endearments, again.
I smile, and wrap myself around them both, enjoying the burn, the sweat, the afterglow. My Ray and my Deni. The world in my arms.
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