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“Color, little sub?” I rasp, the words nearly unintelligible as I continue eating at her silky lower lips. Her body’s trembling in front of me, muscles spasming as the tidal wave of her orgasm continues to overwhelm her system.
“G-g-g-green.” She sounds out of it, and as much as I crave more of her, I slow down and look up to where Archer wipes away cum she couldn’t swallow fast enough to catch. She may not realize it, but subspace has overtaken her. If we’re not careful, she’ll go through sub drop, and that’s not the kind of pain I like to see.
“Arch, she’s flying. Let’s ease her down, yeah?” While I speak, I keep my fingers where my mouth has been, gently petting her folds and prolonging her orgasm, but with gradually easing intensity. My own lust simmers on the backburner as my entire focus shifts to stepping her down slowly and comfortably. Felix pops up from under the bench she’s sprawled over and hustles over to the lounge area of the room. He grabs a fuzzy blanket and a couple bottles of water on his way.
Archer tucks his half-hard dick back into his slacks as he gets dressed again, and the sight brings a dark chuckle from me. He can zip himself away with little mess, while poor Felix has to get through the next hours until he can get home to change with a load of jizz in his pants. I bet he hasn’t had such an embarrassing moment since puberty.
Archer lifts our girl from the spanking bench and carries her to the sofa. Felix spreads out the blanket, and Archer places her in the center. Together, they wrap her in it like a blissed out burrito and settle her on Felix’s lap. Aftercare is a necessary part of play, especially after intense scenes. While nothing we did tonight was especially dramatic or extreme, taking on three men at once, immediately after meeting them, is a lot.
“What do you need, pet?” Soft murmurs from Archer and Felix praising Poe for being such a good girl soothe even my edges. I go to the far wall and lower the room’s lights, finding a digital screen that allows me to warm the temperature and turn on some relaxing instrumental music.
Usually, I’m not the cuddly type, but I find myself kneeling beside the trio and taking her feet in my hands to rub the arches and help her unwind. Selfishly, I want Poe to feel my presence as surely as she feels Archer and Felix right now. I came into this evening expecting to have a good time and watch the dynamic between the three of us guys play out.
And it’s cool. I feel as if we’ve accomplished that and more. My dick is still thumping with interest at the memory of making Poe shatter immediately on the heels of forcing Felix to. I’m more confident than ever that this wild-ass idea of making a life together with one woman between us all is exactly what we need.
It shouldn’t be too hard to convince her, either. What woman turns down three men willing to devote themselves to meeting her every filthy, kinky need? The more I think about it, the more excited I get. Not only to share her with Felix and Arch, but to have her to myself sometimes, too. That dossier with her lists of kinks and limits left so much wide open for me to work with.
The only thing standing between Poe and perfection is the hard limit of bondage. I don’t mind that she didn’t want to be bound tonight. She’s only just met us. But I enjoy having a partner tied up and at my mercy. Using rope and sometimes even cuffs is an important part of play for me.
I don’t want to pressure her, but I also need to have some idea of how serious her limit is regarding bondage. Is she opposed to any and all restraint, specific methods, or is it a moveable feeling she needs to have the agency to determine and evaluate continually?
Tonight’s not the night for figuring out that deep shit. I pull myself back to the moment and watch as Poe gradually becomes oriented to her surroundings. Felix has made sure her arms are free from the blanket swaddle, and her fragile hand trembles as she pushes her hair back from her face.
“That was—” Her whisper trails into silence, the look of rapture on her face speaking more than words could.
“Something we need to do again. Soon, little sub.” I want more than tonight.
Cell phones are against the rules at Club Sin, but I don’t go anywhere without pen and a pocket size notebook. I grab both from the breast pocket of my jacket and write all our contact information down for her. Then I wait for her to give me her attention.
“What’s your phone number, sub?” I inject enough command into the words that I know she’ll answer automatically. She’s lucid, but still relaxed and blissed out.
“How are you getting home tonight, pet?” Felix, ever the caretaker. I know he wants to keep her, but the club’s concierge made it clear he’d be checking in on her after a few hours. While we have the room for the night, she’d only agreed to stay until midnight. The irony of our little princess planning to run off as the clock strikes isn’t lost on me.
“Shane’s taking me home later. He’ll crash in the spare room tonight and make sure I’m doing okay, Sir.”
Points for honesty. Demerits for asking another man to care for her when I want it to be our job. She’s not our submissive, though. Not for more than these hours. When she’s mine—ours—the rules will damn sure be different.
CHAPTER12
ARCHER
Three days. Three motherfucking days with no calls from Poe and not a single text in response to any I’ve sent her. I know Garen sends her a good morning text every day, and Felix sends her one in the early evening. I sent one as soon as I got back to my phone in my car, and I’ve sent one at bedtime every night.
“I can’t take it anymore, man. I’m calling the club.” Felix is predictably the first one to break.
It’s probably a good thing he’s the one calling the club’s concierge. I’m not sure I have the patience for anyone who tries to deny me when I demand to know how to get in touch with my princess. The more time that passes, the more I’m worrying about sub drop and negative impacts from our evening with her.
She was solid when we left and had a plan for care overnight. Still, it goes against everything in me to entrust the care and wellbeing of a woman I care for to someone else. I want to be the one looking out for her and making sure she has what she needs.
“Just tell me if she’s okay. Surely, that’s not a breach of privacy.” Poor Felix sounds as if he’s a half step from breaking down. Garen crosses the kitchen of our shared rental and puts his hand on Felix’s shoulder, offering silent support.
Gotta admit, I did not see that coming. Ever since our night at Club Sin, there’s been an added layer of something between those two. It’s not romance, per se. More like an understanding? Felix has always been a little less forceful than Garen and me. In business and in life.
I didn’t see the submissive aspect of his personality as what it is until Garen dragged it out of him. Now, it’s all I can see. I don’t feel the need to top him, but it was erotic as anything I’ve ever seen to watch it evolve between Felix and Garen.
I pull up my phone, the screen waking as it’s lifted, showing, no shocker, no messages from my princess. Felix’s call ends and we’re nowhere closer to any sort of answers.
“I’m going to instruct the guys to stop bothering you. We had an amazing time the other night and would love to take you out on a proper date to get to know you better, Princess. But we can take the hint. You’ve got our numbers if you ever want to reach out.”My text shows as delivered. Just like each one sent before it.
