Chapter 7
I let out a quiet breath as I rolled out of bed. August stayed asleep, grumbling something as he pulled the blankets closer. Smoothing them over his sleeping form, I patted his head and padded out to my office to sit on the sofa. I’d pushed him hard last night, and I hadn’t gone easy on Karsyn either. Neither of them had spoken more than a few words to each other. And then I promised both of them separately that we would be fantastic together. What had I been thinking?
Jabbing my fingers into my hair, I shook my head. It was not like me to decide without any basis, and yet I had. When I made my offer to Karsyn, I hadn’t even talked to August about a relationship.
Confidence seeped from my pores on any given day; it was not something that eluded me, but this time I may have bitten off more than I could chew. Two submissives. A throuple. Me becoming their Dominant.
It had been over six months since my last relationship. It had ended as well as any other. For some strange reason, at least strange to my friend group, I had a long line of extremely cordial ex-partners. They told me I must have bribed them all into amicable break-ups. I often joked that they still wanted a discount at Wicked Kisses and a pass for Creekside.
Sitting on the sofa contemplating rules, guidelines, and so on, I texted Sam, Luke, and Jesse. They were three of my closest friends who all successfully navigated three-person relationships where they were in control. Jesse even had a baby on the way with his two partners. The three of them were deliriously happy. He had also quizzed some of his friends about different ways to cope and manage, but some things had come up and Jesse and I hadn’t connected. I texted him anyway because he always responded no matter how long it had been since we hung out.
I needed practical advice fast. Luke responded first. His answer calmed my nerves. Even if I didn’t know exactly what I was doing, I knew how to handle a submissive in a scene as well as in a dynamic. If I remembered to keep my cool, leading as I always did, without turning into a massive jerk, then my worries were misplaced.
I reminded myself that I’d been involved in the community for a long time before jumping into ownership of the club. I did not have any concerns regarding a dynamic with either August or Karsyn. So, why did the thought of being with both of them bring my nerves to the surface?
I preferred a Daddy-Dom dynamic and if anyone could benefit from a Daddy, it was the two of them. I rubbed my chin as I messaged back and forth with Luke. He helped me uncover the heart of the matter. Something he struggled with as well. The underlying fear that the two of them would rebel against the rules because they didn’t believe in me. Or they would fall for each other and leave me in the dust. Fuck. The uncertainty did not feel good in my body.
“Logan?” August called from the suite.
“Yeah, I’ll be right there,” I answered, as I shot off another message to Luke, thanking him.
We made plans to have a beer at The Kicking Donkey this week with Sam. Sam had recently become involved with Jesse’s sister-in-law, Monica as well as Trey, my brother’s best friend. Though no one could have predicted their unlikely trio, we all supported them. I felt a sense of warmth as I thought about how amazing my group of friends were to each other. Not everyone had a village, but I did.
“Sir?”
I glanced up at the doorway to the suite. August leaned against the wall, a towel slung low around his hips, wearing nothing else but a smirk.
“Unless you’re trying to get fucked right now, you should get dressed.” I said it mostly for his benefit. August had already expressed not believing he could physically accommodate my cock inside of him. Plus, not sleeping in my own bed made me grumpy. I should have brought him to my house instead of to the suite. Still, I needed coffee before I thought about more serious topics.
“We haven’t talked about rules or anything else,” he quipped, a sexy smile breaking across his mouth.
My sarcastic brat wanted to battle way too early in the morning. I didn’t consider myself someone who wrangled brats, at least not the way Luke did, but I had better learn, because apparently I attracted them. Studying his overall posture, I sank against the cushions. “What do rules have to do with what I said?”
“You can’t throw a consequence at me without telling me the expectations. I need rules, guidelines, something.”
“One rule. Do as youre told. Is that simple enough for you, August?”
“What if I don’t agree?”
“You can respectfully disagree with me, but I have the final say when it comes to decisions.”
“I don’t feel like getting dressed right now.”
I stood up and rolled my neck on my shoulders. August walked backward until his knees hit the mattress and he fell onto it. I met the distance between us, grabbing the scruff of his neck and pulling him to me.
“Wait!” He held up his hands in surrender. “I’m not ready for sex, Sir. I’m spiraling hard in my head.”
“August,” I growled in his ear. “We are going to work on your lack of communication skills. Instead of bratting, poking, or sassing me, you are going to explain what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours. Do you understand me? Otherwise, I’ll keep your ass warm until you do.”
August waggled his eyebrows. “Are you going to knit my ass a sweater?”
I rubbed my hand across my mouth. If he hadn’t battled so hard, I would have laughed. “Mm. You’re going to have a hard time sitting down tonight. I’m about to land everything from my hand to an oak paddle against your muscular behind. We’ll see if it’s easier for you to speak up from then on.”
“Are you serious?”
“Completely.”
“I’ve heard you say, though maybe not directly, well you’ve said you don’t usually use physical correction for discipline.”
“I’m making an exception for you, and it will get us on the same page a whole lot faster. Now, bend over the bed.”
August licked along his teeth but ultimately obeyed, placing his palms on the mattress. I walked to the armoire and entered a security code, unlocking it. Selecting a leather paddle and a small, thick, oak hairbrush-shaped one, I returned. Admiring his incredible muscles, I ran my hands along his back. He relaxed underneath my touches. Good. The more relaxed he was before we started the better. Stripping the towel off his hips, I tossed it on the bed.
“Is this a punishment?” he asked curiously.
“Yes. You asked for a rule. I explained it to you. You rolled it up into a ball and threw it back in my face along with a hefty dose of attitude.”
“I apologize, Sir. I should have asked for clarification.”
“I hope my response encourages you to do so in the future. Now, if it’s too much you can call your safeword or, simply say red. It doesn’t necessarily mean your punishment is complete, but we will talk through it.”
“What if I forget and just ask you to stop?”
“Normally, I wouldn’t, but since it’s your first time, I promise to check in with you. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome, though I doubt you’ll be feeling grateful in a few minutes.”
“I’m not the smartest person on the planet, Sir, but even I know when to stop.” August blew out a breath.
I rubbed his head trailing my fingers along his neck and down his back. He inhaled slowly, letting it out in a long, smooth exhale.
“That’s right. Breathe deeply.”
Testing each paddle in my hand, I started with the oak one. I targeted the spot where his ass and thigh met. August cursed, his feet drumming in place.
Rubbing the tender area with my knuckles, rougher than a massage caused him to grunt. After a full minute, I lifted the paddle again. Landing it on his ass cheeks several times in a row, I paused and reminded him to breathe.
“I don’t enjoy being spanked, Sir.”
“No, it doesn’t seem like you do,” I emphasized with a firm pat to his shoulder. “Let’s finish up.”
August braced for the next round. He hadn’t said much during the session, but I would find out one way or another how he felt. Raising the leather paddle, I lined it up with the lowest curve and brought it down hard.
August yelled from the quick burst of pain and his chest rose and fell faster than usual. I allowed him the moment. Once he calmed, I repeated the same action on the other side. He worked the bed sheet into his mouth, biting it. I doubted the sheets would help, but I allowed him another small reprieve since we were new to each other and our dynamic.
From the limited information I’d gleaned from our conversations over the years, he’d had several recent relationships, but they fell apart because he couldn’t fully trust them. August closely guarded his sexual preferences along with his desire to be submissive. I hated that he felt the need to hide two beautiful things about himself. I didn’t advertise anything about myself in general, but I didn’t deny anything either.
Finishing with the leather paddle, I brought it down several times in a row. The entirety of his backside from the round bottom curve to his upper thighs blushed a rosy, pink hue. I ran my hand along his spine, tracing patterns with my fingers.
“Keep breathing,” I commanded softly.
“I don’t think I’m going to sass you again,” he whispered.
“Don’t go making promises yet.” I put the paddles away and joined him on the bed. Pulling him against me, I captured his chin in between my fingers and tilted his head up to look at me.
“What if Karsyn doesn’t like me the way she likes you, Logan?”
“I can’t speak for her, so I’m not going to try. Tell me something…” I tugged him closer, rubbing my fingers through his hair. “Is it a deal-breaker if she doesn’t choose both of us?”
“What do you mean?”
“Say she wants to be in a relationship with me and not you. Would it be an issue for you?”
August nuzzled against my chest and stayed quiet for several minutes while I held him. Finally, he sat up and I did the same. We leaned against the headboard, and I looped an arm around his shoulders, waiting for him to speak.
He sighed. “I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t think it would work out in that scenario. If we are in a relationship with a third partner, there is a certain set of expectations. We are establishing the guidelines and setting schedules or whatever to ensure everyone is getting their needs met. If you are in another separate relationship, I think it would cause a lot of uneasiness in me. Not that I have any right to dictate what you do. I’m explaining what I need. This is all new territory.”
“I’m not going anywhere. I want to be in a relationship with you, August. I have for a while, but as I mentioned last night, there was a time where I thought you didn’t like me at all.”
August climbed into my lap and kissed me. I couldn’t have been more shocked.
“Uh, I hope that was okay, Logan. I’m sorry to have made you feel that way. I couldn’t hide my attraction to you, so I had my defenses up.”
“I forgive you.”
“I’m also not used to being anyone’s priority. It sounds like you’re committing to something with me regardless of anyone else.”
“Yes, I’m saying we’re together. Right now. I’d like to also be with Karsyn if she’ll trust me. But I’ll explain everything up front to her. I’ll tell her we’re a package deal.”
“It’s not fair for me to expect you to...”
I caught his lips so he could not spiral further. “I like Karsyn and I believe she can benefit from a relationship with me, however, you are not dictating anything. I’m choosing to be with you. Your needs are important. I think it’s incredibly telling that you’re finally sharing them out loud. That trumps anything else as it relates to you. If I don’t agree, and my needs don’t align with yours, I will tell you. Am I understood?”
He nodded.
“Good boy.” I released my hold.
“Logan.”
He pressed his body against mine, warm, needy. I wished I knew exactly what he wanted because it seemed like his body craved sex.
“What do you need, babyboy?”
His eyes hooded as he bit into his bottom lip. August brushed his thumb across my mouth but didn’t say anything.
“Tell me,” I encouraged. “Unless you want me to do whatever I please.”
“Oh, god…”
I loved how desperate he sounded, his voice thick with emotions. He buried his head in the crook of my neck.
“Thirty seconds, August. Then I’ll do whatever I want.”
August lightly stroked his entire body against mine, his hands touching my muscled chest through my shirt. I lifted it up and off my head, throwing it across the room to land it on the dresser. I shucked out of my jeans. Though I hadn’t been wearing anything under them last night, this morning I had taken a quick shower. I had several outfits in the closet and dressers and opted for navy boxer-briefs. August pushed himself off me. Licking his lips, he regarded me with hungry eyes.
I bit his earlobe. “Tick… tock.”
He shook his head. “Please help me quiet the thoughts racing in my mind, Logan. Please do whatever you want to me, but don’t make me ask for it. Or tell you about it. Or beg for it.” His chest rose and fell. “Please?”
“Such a good boy.” I patted his cheek harder than a friendly tap.
“Logan…” He panted my name in between heavy breaths.
“Just relax. Let me take care of you.” I kissed his neck, licking and biting until he moaned and tipped his head back. Threading my fingers into his thick, blond hair, I guided his head toward mine. Passionately kissing him, I delved my tongue into his mouth. He moaned against my lips, and he tasted incredible. We made out for a little while and I kept him close to me, running my hands all over his body. I sat there looking at him with curiosity, letting the anticipation build. He ran his hand across my crotch a few times then rubbed my dick. I allowed him the time to explore, especially since his frank confession. August hadn’t been with a man before, and though I wanted to ask him about it, now was not the time. I did not want to be the one who would quell his desires or make him embarrassed in any way.
I bit his earlobe again, eliciting a low groan from his lips. “Why don’t you lie back and let me spoil you?”
“I don’t really know what you mean.”
“Relax.” I patted the top of the bed and waited for him to climb higher along the mattress. He leaned against the padded headboard, getting comfortable. It was padded for exactly the purpose I had in mind. Shifting my body, I rolled out of bed, not bothering to look at August who was likely sweating from the anticipation. Grabbing several silk ties and a brand-new toy, along with lube from the armoire I returned to his side. August eyed the items but could not see exactly what I had in my hands.
“What are you planning, Sir?”
“Don’t worry about it.” I took his left wrist into my hand and before he could balk, secured it to the cleverly crafted headboard.
“Logan!”
I leaned across him, securing his right wrist. “Yes?”
August shot me a murderous glare but it was heavily dipped in arousal. Opening the plug, I twirled it around with flair. He kept his eyes on it, watching as I lubricated the tip and down the length of the toy. “You have your colors and your safeword, August. If something I’m doing makes you uncomfortable or causes pain, you tell me. Understood?”
“Yes, but what are we doing?”
“I’m making you feel good, babyboy.” I winked and moved in between his legs. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes, Logan. I trust you. I’m not entirely sure about what you’re going to do, but I trust you to make me feel good,” he confirmed.
“I’m very happy to hear you say that. Breathe. This toy is thicker than it looks. Bend your knees.” I pressed the head of the plug to his tight pucker. August clenched but I slowly advanced it, stretching him slowly allowing him to get accustomed to the width. His hips arched upward, and he moaned.
“Please…?”
“Please what?”
I climbed up the bed until I straddled his torso, leaning down to capture his chin in my hand. August groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. I tapped his cheek again until he looked at me, his gorgeous ocean-blue orbs studying my face.
“It feels so good, Sir. I just need a release. I’ll do anything.”
“We’re going to work on your wording and your promises, August. I’ll take full advantage of your casual remarks. But lucky for you, I’ll verify before doing so.” Kissing him passionately, I growled into his mouth. I wanted him to feel even better, but it was also fun to edge him just a tiny bit.
“Sir,” August grunted.
“What’s up?”
“Me.”
I reached my hand in between his legs, stroking his cock. “So, you are. Do you want Daddy to suck you off now or would you like me to find another way to make you come?”
August whimpered, pleading incoherently. I should have sought clarification. Instead, I traced patterns on his abs, along his stomach and hips, my fingers teasing him as I moved along his body. I reached his crotch and glanced up at him. August had a deer-in-headlights stare on his handsome face, his bottom lip working in and out between his teeth. Wrapping my hand around his hardness, I slid him into my mouth. August grunted as I licked around the sensitive tip of his cock. Taking my time, I savored the taste of him. There were few things I enjoyed more than giving oral pleasure to my submissives. Something about the act, combined with the knowledge that I wouldn’t stop until they were writhing, bucking and perhaps screaming while my tongue worked, brought me immense joy. I wouldn’t expect less from August. He tugged at the restraints, the headboard groaning from the action. I glanced up the long line of his body and cocked an eyebrow.
“I want to touch you, Logan,” he breathed out.
I moved my right hand lower and slapped his upper thigh hard enough for him to yelp.
August jerked against the binds. “Untie me.”
He had so much to learn. I slapped his other thigh.
“Sir!” August thrashed.
I continued pleasuring him with my mouth, and gently tapped on the base of the plug buried deep inside his most private hole. August let out a long string of curses. I slowly released his cock from my mouth and returned to straddling his hips.
“Stay still, August, unless you want your feet restrained as well.”
He stopped fighting, his chest rising and falling as he stared up into my face. His eyes flashed with something close to anger, but he didn’t say anything. No, not anger. Desire. Interesting. I’d learned a lot about him in a short amount of time, things he’d never say out loud. I gave him a chance to respond. When he licked his lips and said nothing, I took it as my cue to continue.
“Let’s see what quiets your brat faster this morning, hm? Me sucking your dick, or you sucking on Daddy’s.”
August glanced up at the ceiling, whether he was gathering patience or thwarting the urge to tell me off was unknown. It didn’t matter because when he focused on me, I could see raw vulnerability in those gorgeous blue eyes of his. “I am restrained, Sir. I can’t possibly do what you’re asking in this position.”
“First off, I’m not asking. Secondly, I’m creative. We’ll make it work.”
He shook his head as if questioning the possibility but did not say another word. Luckily, I had a lot of upper body strength and could straddle his head without putting myself into a crazy position. August had no choice but to accept me between his lips. He worked his lips and tongue as I gently but firmly stroked my cock. I loved the way his eyes fluttered shut as he sucked, occasionally moaning as if I was the best thing he’d ever tasted. I glanced at his furrowed brow as he focused on pleasuring me. He hummed and I almost hit my peak.
“Stop, babyboy. I’m close and I want to finish in your ass.”
August opened his mouth and I slowly pulled out. “I don’t know about–”
“I’ll go slow,” I interrupted, hopefully alleviating whatever was holding him back. “You took the plug without protest and it’s as thick as I am.”
“Yes, Sir, I get that. However, you’re forgetting one major part. The plug is only a few inches long.”
I kissed him roughly, demanding, not allowing him to protest. “Relax. If you don’t like it or you want me to stop, then you can just tell me. Unless there is something else causing you to hesitate?”
“I’ve thought about this moment my entire life. I don’t want to be restrained the first time.”
“Is this a clever trick to get me to untie you?” I teased.
“If I could go back and tell myself a few years ago that you would be here in this moment with me then I wouldn’t have hid away from the world for so long.”
Fuck. I expressed my emotions freely, it was not an area I lacked in, but his whispered confession left me with a lump in my throat. I kissed his forehead, rubbing his earlobe as I gathered strength to respond. Pulling back, I slowly undid the knots in the silk ties, rotating his wrists allowing the circulation to return. I did the same with the other side, focusing on the action rather than the perfect words. Finally, I looped my arm around his shoulder, keeping his body against mine.
“If I knew you were hiding yourself away from the world, August, I would have encouraged you to show your beautiful self a long time ago.”
He sniffled and I tilted his chin to look at me. Tears slipped down his cheeks and I knew from this moment on, I would do anything to protect him. I’d never allow anyone to make him feel less than amazing, and I intended to help him build his self-worth. I wiped his tears away with the pads of my thumbs.
“You make me feel things I never thought I could feel, Logan. I want to fucking worship you on my knees and tell you how incredibly grateful I am for you. I know it sounds impossible, but I’m falling for you.”
“We already had a connection; it just took you longer to admit it.” I climbed across his body, straddling him. “Do you want to be on your back or on all fours?”
He shook his head and wiped away the last of his tears. “You are wording things without giving me any wiggle room to answer negatively.”
“It’s like I’ve been paying attention or something,” I said sarcastically. “Pick one.”
“On my back, so I can see you. Please, Logan?”
I swallowed hard, emotions playing through me as well. I cared about August, as much as I cared about any of my friends, but suddenly, he was mine. Mine to cherish, punish, and pleasure. “Of course.” I shifted his body, giving me better access to his back hole. Quickly, I removed the plug and set it on the nightstand to be handled later then lubed my cock. I kept my eyes on him as he chewed on his bottom lip.
“Will sex feel like the plug moving in and out of me?”
“No, it’s going to feel so much better.” I pressed the head of my cock to his asshole and pushed just the tip inside until his body relaxed, then skillfully inserted myself a little at a time, allowing him to get used to the width and sensations. When I was fully seated in his tight back passage, he grunted.
“Fuck…. fuck…. Logan–”
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, just… Mmmm.” He bit down on his fist.
“Do you want to stay like this for a minute?”
“No, Logan, please… please fuck me. Don’t make me wait any longer.” His chest rose and fell, his breathing labored.
“Shh. I want to make sure you’re comfortable. That’s more important than anything else.” I withdrew a few inches before thrusting inside of him again, slowly but firmly.
He gripped my arms, his nails digging into my skin. I didn’t love pain in most situations but knowing he lost control as I stretched his most private hole caused a rush of endorphins. “You like that? Tell me.”
“Yes, Logan. Yes, I want more.”
Increasing my speed, I pulled out almost completely then slid deep inside him again. Continuing to thrust in and out, I encouraged August to relax. There was something raw and primal in his eyes as he watched me claim him in a place no one else had ever touched. I grabbed his hand and placed it on his cock, stroking along his shaft. He kept the motion going.
“You’re such a good boy. Taking Daddy nice and deep. Can you feel how close I am?”
“Yes, Daddy,” he whimpered.
Fuck. That did it. I came inside his ass, filling him as I groaned. Something about the way the title sounded on his lips, the vulnerability seeping from his tone, the way he trusted me. It all combined into one glorious release.
August hit his own peak, writhing as he orgasmed. I slowly withdrew my cock, allowing us a few moments of silence, our heavy breathing collectively calming.
“I like the way you say Daddy.”
“I like you.”
“You’re incredible, August. Let’s clean ourselves up.”
“You’re serious about us, right? This wasn’t an elaborate plan to fuck me and–”
I lifted his leg and slapped his sit spots until he jerked. “Do not, for even one minute, doubt this. We are together, and I’m not going to let anyone threaten our connection. Especially not you and your overthinking. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Logan. Sorry, I don’t doubt you. I’ve just believed for a very long time that I wasn’t worthy of being someone’s submissive. I don’t have a valid reason for believing it. I didn’t even give it a chance. I’m freaking out a little.”
I struck my palm against the back of his thighs a few times before releasing his leg. “I know. I can see it all over your face.”
“I’m very caught in my head, Sir.”
“Then let me take care of everything.”
“You’ll take care of me?” he asked, biting on his lip.
“Yes, I’ll take care of you,” I promised, and freed his lip with my thumb. Damn it. He claimed he was falling for me, but I was falling just as hard.