Page 82 of Whirlwind

“Good job, pet,” he soothed. “So good for me.”

He stroked calming hands along Dakota’s sides, aware of Parker’s eyes following his every move. Without even looking up, that amplified the already hot scene by a factor of ten.

“You’ve just got two more clamps to go, baby. I know you can do it.”

Dakota nodded. “Ben,” they whispered, helplessly. “Sir.”

“I’ve got you, baby. You can do it.”

He stroked along the top and sides of their cock, digging into the wrinkled skin for the pulsing shaft the way that he’d seen Parker do. Watching the sexy man take command of Dakota’s body had not just been sexy as fuck, but educational, too.

Dakota started to thrust into his hands, attempting to find a rhythm. Unfortunately, he wasn’t going to allow it.

He took a pinch of the loose skin on the top of the shaft, where it faced Dakota’s belly. He massaged the soft skin between his fingers and then attached the next clamp.

“Oh! Ben! Benbenbenbenbenbenplease!” Tears leaked out of their sparkling eyes and their words were almost a sob. Their legs were jerking uncontrollably, and they thrashed their head between their outstretched arms.

Ben forced their legs down and open, then knelt over their thighs so that each of his shins trapped one of their legs. He knew the increased restriction would drive them higher. There were only two minutes of his turn left, now.

“So good, pet. We’re almost done. I know that you’re close, but you’re doing such a good job of waiting for us.”

Dakota still hadn’t settled but he slipped the last clamp on anyway, right below the head on the front of their shaft.

Instead of arching or thrashing, Dakota’s whole beautiful body began to shake rhythmically, and their eyes rolled back.

“Don’t come!” he barked out. But it was too late.

Dakota was falling apart, moaning and crying in an ageless song.

Accepting the inevitable, Ben leaned forward and kissed their desperate lips, pressing his body over theirs to feel that magnificent release as he snuck one hand down to tangle in the chains and thrust his fingers into their body a few more times.

Their orgasm echoed and returned, going on and on as he coaxed just a little more from them. It almost made Ben come himself. Dakota was exquisite.

Finally, when Dakota’s breath started to slow, Ben sat up to remove the clamps. Dakota would not appreciate him leaving them on after all that.

Dakota let out a little cry as he released each one and sensation came rushing back, so he hurried to complete the rest. He noticed Parker undoing the handcuffs.

Ben lay back on the bed and arranged Dakota on top of himself. He traced long lines from their silky hair to the top of their ass. “So beautiful,” he murmured into their hair. “You were gorgeous coming apart for me.”

They’d both lost the bet, but he looked conspicuously away from Parker, trying not to think about what losing meant for him. There’d be plenty of time for Parker to collect later, he told himself, and now he needed to take care of his sub.

He wasn’t going to dwell on the image of Parker claiming his prize. The idea of Parker topping Dakota was hot. Himself… he wasn’t so sure about.

Dakota nestled in, which did bewitching things to Ben’s cock, but he ignored the sensation. Fortunately, Parker didn’t push it either.

Instead, he lay down beside them, one arm over Dakota’s back and his face just brushing Ben’s shoulder. God, Dakota and Parker had been gorgeous to watch tonight.

Parker pulled a thin blanket up over their rapidly cooling bodies. It felt suspiciously peaceful and right, like the three of them were meant to be together like this.

Ben had never considered this possibility, never imagined that his flirtation with Parker would be anything more than a series of heated glances and provocative dares. The accidental-on-purpose touches during group scenes at the club.

But this… this felt like something that could work. This felt like more.

If Dakota wasn’t interested, maybe they could find another sub for a third.

If he were being honest with himself, though, he wanted Dakota.

Dakota had that perfect mix of flirtatious sensuality, spontaneous enthusiasm, thoughtful insights, and needy submission. They’d clicked both at Whirlwind over a game of darts and in the bedroom, in a way that he rarely did with anyone.