Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Colin
L unch was a quiet affair. We were all caught up in our thoughts, though Zara was squirming like there were tacks under her bum, and I wasn’t sure if it was because she was scared or turned on. I’d never been someone who enjoyed the punishment side of BDSM, but after our time in Iraq, I couldn’t bring myself to do more than give a girl’s arse a smack. I knew why they were necessary, but if it wasn’t for Linc being willing to handle that side of things, they couldn’t have been part of my life.
With Zara’s complete disrespect of our safety boundaries, something had to be done in order to make sure it never happened again. It would clean the slate for all of us and let us move forward. This was the junction in which we took the leap together, or Zara would back away for good.
I wasn’t so sure which option was more terrifying. My feelings for her were real, as was my desire, but I couldn’t live under the constant worry that she would put herself in danger. She was new to BDSM, so the idea of punishments might be too much for her. I hoped we could make her accept that though there would be boundaries, expectations, and punishments when required, there would also be love, support and even rewards.
When we’d all pushed our plates away, Zara sat back in her chair looking uncertain. There was no more stalling, but I had no idea where to start. Luckily, Linc cleared his throat and leaned forward.
“BDSM is different for all couples. It can mean everything from some light bondage and spanking to spice up sex, to something full time, or total power exchange like our friend Erik has with his slave Raia. Colin and I have always kept our control confined to scenes in the club, but with you we want something more.”
“More?” Zara twisted her hands in her lap.
I didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable but wasn’t sure there was an easy way to discuss these things when one of the people was so new to the lifestyle. “How much do you know about BDSM, Zara? When you saw Midgard, what did you think?”
Zara smiled and blushed. “I’ve read some stories and heard some things, but it wasn’t something I’d really thought about in terms of reality. I have no interest in being someone's slave, but I’ll admit to being intrigued by the kinky parts of it. Many of the things I saw in the club looked interesting, especially the bondage equipment.”
My cock throbbed at the images her words inspired. Having her restrained and pleasuring her was something I couldn’t wait to do. Unfortunately, that wasn’t what we needed to discuss.
“It’s more than fucking,” Linc smiled, “Although most people who play at the club end their scenes with sex. As a lifestyle, BDSM is more than that. It’s control, dominance and submission. Some people, Colin and myself included, go to the clubs to learn about ourselves and what makes us tick. Yes, we learned how to give physical pleasure, but it is the mental aspect that really helps us become comfortable with who we are.”
“Mental? Like mind games?” Zara looked puzzled.
Mind games were something I really enjoyed, but I didn’t want her to think that was all there was, so I said, “Sometimes, but more the ability to let go. For a sub, that is handing over control to someone they trust to keep them safe. They get to forget their problems and just exist. For a Dominant, they focus completely on the sub and let go of the bigger problems of the world to bring happiness and pleasure to a person.”
“That makes sense.”
Lincoln smiled. “In scenes, I’m into focus and pushing boundaries both mental and physical. I often use ropes and bondage to force my sub to only feel and do only what I allow. There is something about seeing a woman hanging like ripened fruit for the taking that takes me to another place. Pain and pleasure can shatter what they thought was possible, and I get to choose how to do that.”
“Sensation play is my personal favorite,” I cut in. “Driving a woman close to the edge of orgasm over and over until she leaps off the cliff and shatters under my touch. But it’s not just the act itself, it is the control. Something I share with Linc and value, is cherishing that powerful feeling when you give over your submission and trust us to take you places you couldn’t go alone.”
Linc nodded. “At our hearts, we are leaders and Dominants. To be in a relationship with us requires you to agree to submit. We don’t need to control the little things day to day, but we do need to know that you will allow us to keep you safe. Not just in the bedroom. You have to trust us with your safety from the world and those in it who may wish to harm you. Yes, we want rules in the bedroom, but those are negotiable. What isn’t negotiable is rules pertaining to your health and safety. Before your inner woman roars, we mean things like not driving drunk, wearing your seatbelt, and specific to our current situation, not sneaking out and risking yourself in the middle of the night by wandering in unfamiliar woods when there are people actively out to harm you.”
Zara nibbled on her lip. “I’m willing to try things in the bedroom, but giving up control outside of that makes me uncomfortable.”
“You will always have the ultimate control.” Lincoln clarified. “Safe words always stop or slow things down. We use the traffic light system. Red stops everything, yellow to slow things down and green means you are good to go.”
“So I say red and everything stops?”
“Yes,” I answered. “No matter what we are doing.”
“That makes me feel better, but I still don’t understand why you want rules for every day. I know you say it is just for safety, but I’ve been the only one who ever looked out for me. It seems like too much to put on someone else. You all have been wonderful keeping me safe so far, but why would you want to do that long term?”
Hope flared inside me. No matter how many plans we’d made for how the day would go, they all hinged on her being willing. Optimism was all well and good, but until she agreed, there was nothing we could do to move forward. Holding back wasn’t an option if I wanted her to agree.
“We are in love with you.” I tried not to sound desperate but wasn’t sure I succeeded. “We want to give you all the things you never had and more. If we didn’t, punishing you for breaking the rules wouldn’t matter.”
Zara’s eyes went wide. “You love me? Both of you? And that means you want to punish me, control me?”
“Yes, Zara. I love you too.” Linc chuckled. “And yes that means I love you enough to want to punish you. It’s not just about cause and consequence, it’s about caring enough to want to make sure you don’t put yourself in danger again. It is also about wiping the slate clean. You knew the rules and broke them. A punishment means that the situation has been addressed and we can move on.”
“But you barely know me. What if you find me lacking and want someone more experienced? What if we can’t find a way to deal with Mihal?”
“Do you love us?” I asked.
“Well yes. But my questions still stand.”
It wasn’t the heartfelt declaration of feelings I would have hoped for but it was sincere. Hearts and flowers could come later. If she loved us, we would find a way to fix everything else. I also didn’t hear her protesting being punished, just asking why we cared enough to punish her.
“We know what we need to know and could never find you lacking. You are perfect for us flaws, problems, and all. Once you agree, then it is us forever. If shit goes down, we’ll deal with it. We don’t run away. So will you be ours? Do you agree to be under our control?”
A smile tugged her generous lips upward. “Yes. I don’t know who’s crazier, you for asking or me for agreeing, but I trust you. I want to be yours with all that it means.”
Standing, I couldn’t resist going to her anymore. I pulled her up into my arms and hugged her while all my emotions swirled inside me. I claimed her mouth in a kiss that shared how happy I was for her to agree to be ours. Lincoln joined us and the minute I pulled back for a breath, he claimed her mouth for his own.
Life might not be perfect yet, but we’d taken a step in the right direction. The little sounds she made while he kissed her made my cock pulse. I hated that we still had to get her punishment done before we could claim her. Though one part of her punishment was going to make the claiming much easier.
“You're in for a surprise,” Linc teased, as he pulled back from the kiss.
“A good surprise I hope.”
“You’ll see, lass.”
I led the slightly kiss-drunk Zara into the main room we’d been relaxing in for most of her stay with us. There were multiple reasons we’d purchased the property as a safe house. There were safe rooms hidden on each floor but there was one secret we only revealed when we used the place for more personal uses.
Her confused look as we walked up and stood next to the fireplace made me chuckle. Linc pressed a button on the mantle, and the wall next to the fireplace slid away to reveal a wide staircase.
“Oh my god!” Zara said excitedly, “is this a secret room?”
“You’ll see.” I couldn’t help teasing. The trip to the hidden basement of the house was designed to instill anticipation and it did not disappoint. Large wall sconces held LED lights that appeared like flames from the center. The red carpet runner was thick and plush, to help keep tender feet safe for those who entered this level without shoes or were asked to crawl. We’d tried to anticipate every manner of ways our guests would want to enter the dungeon.
The stairway was wide enough for us to descend three in a row, both Linc and I each held one of Zara’s hands. After every few steps, a wider landing appeared complete with a golden chaise to accommodate places to rest along the way for those that may be leashed or wanted to extend the anticipation. On the walls were large, textured canvases that incited calm sensuality, despite having no specific description.
To my amusement, at each landing, Zara sat to try out the chaise. She put her feet up and leaned back. I didn’t rush her, preferring this childlike glee to the fear of what would come. Each time her gaze would find ours, we would smile. I almost wished we’d shown her this sooner, but it would suffice as marking the beginning of a new era for all three of us.
When we reached the bottom, I flipped a switch. The door to the dungeon opened and Zara stepped through. The area was surprisingly big, running the full length of the house above and even further into the mountain. A huge chandelier that was sculpted to look like a Viking longship hung from the twelve foot ceiling. The ribs of the ship had oars with lights on their ends to illuminate the room. Erik had commissioned the gorgeous light for Asgard but it hadn’t worked well in the larger space so we’d stolen it for here. He had another made for the Mead Hall at Asgard, where we held our parties for ourselves and exclusive guests.
Like our clubs, the entire layout was themed around Norse mythology. Along one side, where in a mead hall there would be long tables laid out, were different stations. Each small space was designed with a particular kink in mind. The first two were similar in that each held a bench with lots of floggers and paddles. The next two held the Saint Andrew crosses. The largest stations were set up for shibari. Which only made sense since Lincoln and I had designed the play space. They could be used for everything from simple restraint to a full suspension scene.
Running along the opposite wall were cozy nooks for those who wanted to play but had no specific kink in mind. We’d recently added an area with beanbags and video games when Noah had settled down with his Little girl. Maybe we’d always intended on making this our home. A place where our friends could come and enjoy themselves away from the clubs.
I let her wander for a bit, taking in all the details and getting used to the surroundings. Putting things off wouldn’t change the end result, but it might make her able to submit more fully. It was hard not to feel like this scene would make or break us as a triad. When my own nerves started to rise, I decided it was time to get down to what we were here for.
“Are you ready for your punishment, Zara?”
“Uhm. I think so. I mean, yes. I’m ready.” She was so brave.
“‘I’m ready, Sirs,’ is the proper response. Down here, or in any dungeon, you will call us Sir or Master Váli and Master Vidar,” I gently reminded her.
“I’m ready, Sirs.” Zara squirmed in a way that I knew she was excited and trying to ease the ache in her pussy. Normally, I would chastise her for that but wanted to ease her into things.
“Undress, Zara.” Lincoln’s voice held steel and hunger in it.
Zara’s hands were shaking as she hurried to do his bidding. Once she was naked, Linc helped her to lie facedown on an intricate spanking bench that would be perfect for what we had in store for her. I strapped her down from the right, and he did the same on the left. Once she was bound in place, we both stepped back and admired how beautiful she looked restrained for us.
Her gulp was audible in the quiet room, but it didn’t seem to be from nerves. The way her pussy glistened in the light showed that she was excited. I couldn’t resist running a finger along her seam and taking a small taste of her honey.
“The straps are for your own protection, princess. If you wiggle too much or reach back you could get hurt and we don’t want that. What we do want is that sweet arse of yours scarlet red. Do you remember your safe words?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m green.”
I looked over the array of implements held in the large armoire wondering which Linc would use. There were so many options which I knew would provide very different sensations. My part in this was going to be so much more fun. I took a plug that was only slightly smaller than my own girth out of its new packaging. While I took it to the small sink recessed into the wall, Linc explained what would happen next.
“Your ass is going to be punished inside and out, Zara. We will begin with the lightest paddle before we plug you and then we will move on from there. Do you have any questions?”
“If I use my safe word everything stops?”
Lincoln lowered himself so that he was looking her in the eyes. “Everything stops. And we won’t be mad. In fact, I would be angrier if you didn’t use them. I especially want you to use yellow if things start to get overwhelming so we can check in. This is a punishment, but that doesn’t mean you don’t have control. This is as much for you as it is for us.”
“Okay, I’m ready, Sirs.”
I was so impressed by the determination and courage in those simple words. I grabbed the lube and approached her slowly. I ran a gentle hand down her spine and parted the cheeks of her arse, teasing the tight hole with my fingertips. She jerked and I chuckled.
“Have you been taken here before?” I poured a little lube onto her pucker, rubbing it around the edges without breaching it. It would be good to know if we were her first in order to know just how slowly to start.
“No, Sir. This is my first time.”
“Thank you, sub.”
I backed away as Lincoln picked up the lightest paddle in the collection and lined it up with Zara’s bouncy cheeks. The globes were perfect for fucking and spanking. I might not want to be the one wielding the paddle, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t appreciate them. I couldn’t wait to find out how tight she would be wrapped around me while Lincoln fucked her as well. If she was going to enjoy me the first time, the plug would act as both a punishment and prep.
The crack of the paddle took me by surprise as it always did. A livid pink circle bloomed on her pale skin. Her gasps was so sexy, and Linc brought his hand with the paddle down again, creating a matching circle on her other cheek. Even though she was tied down, it was easy to see her struggling to both get away from the blows and arch up for more.
Her hungry pussy clenched and dripped with her excitement. I had to hold myself back from swiping my tongue along her entrance. This was always the push and pull of scenes with Lincoln. Though I knew the pain would heighten the pleasure, I was impatient. I also had to keep in mind this was a punishment not a reward.
Linc brought the paddle down in quick succession eight more times. Zara squealed with each stroke but didn’t complain. Linc put the paddle down and nodded to me. If she’d been experienced, I would have slid the plug in without any foreplay, but unless I wanted her to dread ass play, I needed to take my time.
Slowly, I worked the lube into her using first one finger then two. The heat coming off her skin from the warm up paddling probably made her even more sensitive. Her whimpers quickly changed to moans as I moved in and out, so I started stretching and scissoring my fingers.
“Oh my god. How does that feel so good?”
“Glad you like that, lass, but I wouldn’t want to spoil you too much,” I teased.
I grabbed the plug and pulled my fingers out, replacing them with the bigger rubber. Between what I’d done and the lube, it slid in with a pop and she screamed in surprise.
“Oh my god it’s so big!”
I chuckled. She was fucking perfect, and I took a minute to admire how lovely she looked with a pink ass and a black plug peeking from her arse. She squirmed as much as the straps allowed, moaning and gasping like she was trying to push it out but couldn’t. When she finally relaxed into the bench, I leaned down and nipped at her ear.
“You look very pretty with your bottom all pink and that plug sticking out. And just think it’s not as big as me. So when I finally fuck you, I’m going to stretch you even further. And with Lincoln in your pussy you are going to be stuffed full.”
Her groan was perfect. I squeezed her pink flesh and she whimpered.
“Thank Master Vidar for your plug, princess.” Lincoln gave me a wink she couldn’t see.
“Thank you, Sir!”
I chuckled. “Good girl, You’re welcome.”
Lincoln picked up the second paddle and swung. The loud crack echoed in the room.
“Owh!” Zara cried out.
A moment later, her sweet nectar trickled down to coat her inner thigh. Each stroke would now do more than just punish her sensitive flesh; it would move the plug inside her, mixing the sensations in ways that would make it hard to get used to. If it wasn’t a punishment, I would be teasing her hardened pearl, pushing her closer to orgasm.
Words were my job, so as Lincoln turned her ass red, I stepped in front of her and made her look at me.
“Why are you being punished?”
“Because I was bad.” Her voice was harsh as she gasped as Linc landed five stinging swats in rapid fire succession and stood back.
I glanced up and saw her bottom was turning a nice ripe red now but no signs of bruising. Lincoln ran his hand over her flesh, giving me a chance to correct her words before he started again.
“No, princess. You are never bad. You broke a rule and that was bad, but that is not you. You need to think before you act. Think about how even the smallest breaking of the rules could have consequences worse than a spanking. So try again. Why are you being punished?”
“Because I broke a rule, Sir?”
“Because you put yourself in danger.” I nodded to Lincoln.
His next ten strokes were slower, but from the sound they made, he was making each progressively harder. Her groans said she was teetering between pain and pleasure and that mix was confusing her.
“I’m sorry. So sorry. I shouldn’t have put myself in danger.”
I brushed a tear off her cheek as Lincoln continued his ministrations. It seemed our girl might enjoy the pain.
“I know you’re sorry. You are taking your punishment so well. Tell me what rule you broke and why that rule exists.”
Lincoln slowed his strikes but didn’t stop them. We were walking a fine line of pushing her into subspace which would negate everything we were attempting to accomplish.
“I wasn’t supposed to leave the house without letting you know.” She moaned and shuddered at a sharp crack of the paddle.
“Why did we make that rule? Is it because we are controlling jerks?”
“No. You are trying to keep me safe. I don’t know the area and I’m in danger.” Her voice was tinged with a tone that told me she was fighting back tears. Perfect.
It was time for the final stage of the punishment. I nodded to Lincoln, and he grabbed the last paddle and took his place.
“Ten more and you will be done. These will be the worst yet. Can you take it?”
“Yes. Please, Sirs!”
I don’t think she knew what she was pleading for, but I did. She wanted forgiveness. For permission to let go. Pain and tears would let her release not only the guilt from getting lost, but all the pent up feelings that had been building inside her.
She screamed as the first stroke landed, and I whispered words of encouragement and love into her ear. Tears streamed down her face by the fifth blow and her body shook by the eighth. Lincoln didn’t hold back and brought the last two down in quick succession.
“All done, princess.” I comforted her as her tears continued to flow. “Good girl. You did so good for us. We’re going to keep you safe. We love you.”
“I love you too.”
Linc undid the straps and lifted her off the bench. She curled into his chest and her sobs slowed as he carried her over to a large bed. Once he had her settled sitting up against his chest, I fed her sips of water. For long minutes, we held her between us as she worked through thoughts I wished I could hear.
“How are you feeling, Zara?” I asked when it seemed like she finally had relaxed.
“I feel odd. Both heavy and light. I want to say thank you and still scream in frustration. But mostly, I want to climb on top of one of you and ride you to orgasm.”
Linc’s laugh was loud and seemed more relaxed than I’d heard him in years. Zara was good for us. We exchanged a look over her head and he shrugged. Normally orgasms were not something that went with punishments, but we both knew this wasn’t going to be a normal BDSM relationship.
A smile came to my lips as I thought of something that might work. “Maybe we could let you earn an orgasm.”
Zara raised an eyebrow and looked mischievous. “Let me guess. I pleasure you, and if I can make you come, I get to come too?”
I laughed and shook my head. “Nope. Though I’d definitely be up for that another day. Your punishment was about not following orders, so we’ll test your ability to follow directions.”
“What do I have to do?” Her eyes twinkled with excitement.
“It’s easy. You just have to stay still for ten minutes. If you move, we’ll restart the timer.”
“That will be easy, Sir. I’m in.”
Lincoln and I exchanged amused smirks. This was going to be fun.