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He looked at the table. “I wasn’t certain I could agree to more, when I told you about Jules. I’ve thought about it for years, but I wasn’t sure I could.” He looked to Marcus. “When we lost Jules, I lost intimacy with you. I mean, it isn’t like we made love, so maybe you think that sounds stupid, but I didn’t expect it to be so hard, the way things changed between us. You were and still are my best friend, but we weremore, and then we weren’t.”
“And you want to fix things so if I leave, you’ll still have Marcus?” Heather asked.
When she put it that way, it sounded wrong.
He shook his head. “That’s an oversimplification. I was young, before, and I didn’t know things about myself. I thought I did, but I didn’t. I’ve experimented around with male Tops, and they got me off okay, but there wasn’t a spark, you know? It isn’t like that with Marcus.” He blew out a breath. “Who decided where we’ll be sitting?”
Heather looked to Marcus, and he knew it had been Marcus’s idea. He turned and met his best friend’s gaze. “You didn’t want to look me in the eye while we had this conversation? Well, tough shit. If you don’t want to Top me, that’s fine, we can just forget I mentioned the possibility, but if you do? Have the balls to face me and talk about it.”
Marcus gave him a half smile, the one that said he was pleased. “Good to know your mind’s made up, even if I’m pissed you made us pull it out of you to find out. How far are we going to go with this? You gonna blow me? Open your ass for my cock?”
“You can’t make me back off by being crude, motherfucker. I’ll submit in the playroom, but it isn’t going to be like it is with Heather, right? I won’t eat off the floor for you, and I don’t think you want me doing that?”
Marcus suddenly looked more serious. “Right now? No, I don’t want that kind of control over you, but five years from now? I think we have to keep it on the table. Now, though, I’d love to co-Top you with Heather during scenes. You’re absolutely right that if we have the energy of a true threesome, it’ll make folding a slave into our lives a helluva lot easier.”
“Is anyone going to ask for my opinion?”
Heather’s voice wasoff, and Kyle’s attention spun to her. “I’m sorry. I assumed you’d…” He sighed. “Please tell us how you feel.”
“You’re my boyfriend and Marcus’s friend. I was all over having him help me Top you in scenes, but ya’ll are talking about…” She sighed. “Fuck. I don’t want to be the party-pooper, but ya’ll need to give me some time with this. I mean, on the one hand, watching the two of you together will be hot, but I never even considered it as a possibility, and I don’t know how I feel about it.”
“Kyle’s already put restrictions on it, saying I can’t boss him around at meals. Why don’t we limit any power exchange between us to the playroom. Not the bedroom, just the playroom. If nothing hits you wrong, we’ll talk in a few months about expanding that, if we want to, and if not, we can keep it as is. If anything bothers you, even a tiny bit, you have to tell us, so we can figure it out.”
“Yeah. Okay. I thought it was just going to be you giving him orders and having a say in when he comes, maybe caning or whipping him if he disobeyed you, but otherwise, punishments would still come from me.”
“Then that’s what we’ll do,” Marcus told her. “If and when you think we can expand upon that, we’ll have another conversation.”
Kyle stood, walked around the table, and sat beside Heather, straddling the bench so he faced her. “Marcus is absolutely right. I’m so sorry we…Shit, Heather. You tell me what you’re comfortable with, and we won’t do more than that.”
“But you would, if I didn’t have hangups.” She sighed. “Give me a few weeks of things the way it was the other night, just in the playroom, like Marcus said. I mean, I think I’m probably going to be okay with more, once I wrap my mind around it, but I wasn’t expecting the two of you to jump in with both feet.”
Epilogue
Five months later, movers were carting Kyle and Heather’s belongings across the yards into Marcus’s home. Marcus had sold one fourth of his house to Kyle, and one fourth to Heather, and the new title had all three of their names.
Kyle sold his house and used the proceeds from it to buy his portion of Marcus’s, and Heather took out a mortgage for her portion. Her mortgage payment was about half what the rent on her apartment had been, so it wasn’t a big deal. They also all agreed to put a set amount into a joint account each month, with the understanding this money would be used for things like new appliances, painters, new roof, lawn maintenance, Amy’s pay, etc.
Kyle and Heather had wanted to split the house into thirds, but Marcus was adamant he was going to find their fourth, and it would be easier for him to sell the other fourth than for everyone to have to redo their paperwork, and for the new person to have to pay all three of them for a portion of everyone’s share.
In the weeks after the conversation in the park, Heather hadn’t been as disturbed by Marcus and Kyle interacting in the playroom as she expected to be.
She and Marcus talked about scenes ahead of time, and she was mostly in charge of Kyle, but when she needed pain and she ended up deep in subspace, Marcus was in charge of both of them, and it was fine.
So far, Kyle hadn’t serviced Marcus sexually, but Heather had a feeling it would probably happen eventually, and she was okay with it. She kind of hoped they waited to take things further once she returned from her Everest trip, but if the timetable worked out before then, it would be okay.
Marcus brought someone home to play a couple of times a month, and it really helped them cement themselves as a threesome, having a fourth in the room — someone who was only there for the experience, and who was there as a kind of borrowed or temporary slave.
Speaking of borrowed slaves, Marcus had admitted to Heather that he had feelings for Amy, though he wasn’t going to act on them. He’d decided not to spend time alone with her, so he made sure she was never there when Marcus was home alone, but that didn’t happen often, so it wasn’t hard to arrange. Heather agreed Amy was perfect, but she also understood how Marcus felt about men who poached other men’s slaves.
Amy’s master had rearranged her schedule a few months back, so she was usually there when at least two of them were around, and often all three. This meant they’d been spending more time with her, a short scene after she finished cleaning, and before Marcus sent her home to her Master.
And Blake, her Master, brought her on the weekends several times, so the five of them could play. Heather was shocked by some of the things Amy’s Master did to her, but she’d learned these were things Amy had agreed to, so she kept her mouth shut.
In the previous weeks, Marcus had invited someone to spend the night with them every weekend. He’d accumulated plenty of women who wanted to scene without a relationship over the years, and Heather thought, at first, that maybe he was trying them out, to see if they would fit, after all. However, when she’d talked to Marcus about it in private, he told her it was more about the threesome getting more experience for how a foursome would someday work. He knew the women weren’tthe one, but it was still fun to pull another person in and play.
Heather didn’t think life could get any better. Two gorgeous men in her life, one who gave her sensations she couldn’t begin to describe, and one who served her, who lived to please her. She made money doing the things she loved, and the Adventure Center next to her ranch was taking off and making nearly three times the income she’d budgeted, which meant she could hire more people to help, and expand her offerings.
Kyle wasthrilledwith the status quo — he was living with his best friendandwith the love of his life. He’d learned how to pleasure his true love, and serving her slaked a deep need he’d worried he’d never fulfill again.
