Chapter Seventeen
Chapter
Seventeen
Garrett had to force himself to breathe. It wasn’t
like he hadn’t played the switch before. He’d huddled close to Olivia during
play sessions all week, but this felt different. This time it wasn’t
performative. It wasn’t something to soothe and ease her. This time he was the
sub, really getting disciplined, not simply helping with Olivia’s.
It was the best of both worlds. He would get the discipline
he needed and still be able to top the most gorgeous submissive in the world.
All in all, not a bad day.
They had a lot to work out tomorrow, but the most important
thing had settled.
Olivia’s fingers slid down his chest to the buckle of his
belt. He watched, standing still to give her every chance to get her hands on
him. He watched her nipples pucker as she bit her lip and fumbled with the
buckle. So fucking gorgeous and all theirs. From her wild hair down to those
toes he liked to tickle and nip on until she squealed in that ridiculously cute
and sexy way of hers. All theirs.
She finally got the buckle undone and eased the zipper down,
and his cock bounced free. It was already hard and had been since that moment
back in the jail cell when Keane had turned and given him a look he’d waited a
lifetime for.
It was happening. Everything he wanted was right in this
room, tangled up in the two people he couldn’t live without.
He gasped when her fingers skittered over his cock and damn
near came right then and there. He barely held off because this wasn’t his
plan. They were going to get her in between them tonight. He would be ready for
it. That was where she would stay for the rest of her life. Unless sometimes he
was in the middle. Not often. Every now and then he wanted to feel surrounded
by them.
He kicked out of his boots, and then his jeans and boxers
joined the heap. He didn’t care. They wouldn’t need clothes again tonight.
She was so close to him, her chin tilting up. She had saved
them all tonight. Her sweet stubborn will had outlasted Keane’s fear, and he
could never repay her for that. He put a hand on those wild red curls, loving
how soft they felt against his palm. “I love you, Olivia Barnes-Fleetwood.”
“I love you, too, Master. I love the top and the switch and
the submissive part of you. I love the ruthlessly intelligent lawyer and the
sweet man who makes sure I have everything I need before a meeting,” Olivia
said quietly.
He felt those words in his soul. “I love the brat and the
highly competent businesswoman. I love the good daughter and the one who gives
her parents hell when they deserve it. I love every part of you.”
Keane chuckled. “I’m glad I’ve got two subs who know how to
use their words. What you two said. Now kiss her, and then I want you both on
your knees.”
He wasn’t going to refuse an order like that. He leaned over
and brushed his lips against hers before plunging his tongue in. He loved how
fierce she was. Her nails lightly dug into his shoulders while her tongue met
his, dancing, both of them fighting for the lead. Every stroke of her tongue
made his cock harden more. He pulled back because if he didn’t, he was going to
throw her on the bed and shove his way inside her. And the Master would be irritated.
Instead, he took her hand and helped her sink to her knees
beside him, their hips touching, and they both found the proper position. Legs
splayed, head down, palms down on their thighs. He felt a shudder of pure
pleasure go through him. It didn’t feel like playing a role this time. It felt
like he’d found his place. For real.
He stayed silent, as did Olivia. He kept his eyes on the
floor before him, and eventually Keane’s worn boots came into view and he felt
a hand on his head.
“I need you to know that everything I do this evening is to
honor both of you,” Keane said with grave intent. “I want to give you what you
need. Everything you need. You have to communicate with me. You can’t have
sessions with other Doms because you don’t want to talk to me about what you
need.”
He kind of wished he had never mentioned that session with
Julian. Though it was nice to know his Master was jealous. It was only one
session. He would never mention to Keane that Julian had offered to set him up
with a top. His choice. Man or woman. He had told Julian there was only one top
he would ever accept. “I promise, Master.”
“Then I think we’ll make use of the hooks in the ceiling.
Olivia, will you be so good as to bring me the four-footer?”
Garrett felt his whole body strain with anticipation.
Olivia rose to her feet beside him. “Uhm, is Master good
with a whip?”
Garrett winced. Keane was excellent with a whip, but they
hadn’t used one on Olivia. She bruised easily and required a softer touch.
Garrett didn’t want softer. He wanted his Master to go hard.
“I’m damn good with it, and if you keep questioning me,
you’ll find out,” Keane promised.
She scurried off to find the whip.
“I think she’s worried about you. She’s never seen me use a
whip before. I wouldn’t on her. Her skin is delicate. It pinkens up at the
lightest smack,” Keane said, his voice lowered. “But I think you can handle it.
I think you want it.”
“I do.”
“I do not have delicate skin,” Olivia protested as she
handed him the whip. “I’m a hard bottom.”
She was absolutely not. She was a bit delusional, but he
could accept the flaw.
Keane chuckled. “Yeah, you are, baby. I’ll have to test that
theory at a time when you haven’t been in the hospital. It’s okay. You’re
racking up the punishment. You’ve already got thirty I owe you.”
He was learning how to deal with Olivia. Keane was adapting
to their girl, and it was a marvelous thing to see. Garrett brought his head
up. “We can make a day of it, Master. A spanking day.”
Olivia frowned. “Maybe I’m a medium bottom. And I can handle
a spanking tonight.”
“No. Trust me. You’ll feel what we do to you tonight in that
sweet ass of yours all day tomorrow.” Keane took the whip. “How about you help
me torture our Garrett for now? It’ll be your turn soon enough. Garrett, come
to the center of the room. Hands up. Do you need your feet shackled as well?”
Garrett stood, eager to begin the play. His skin already
felt flushed with desire and anticipation. “No, Master. I’ll be still.”
He’d never been locked in before, his arms over his head,
waiting for the swing of the Master’s hand. The very idea did something for
him. The first time he’d seen the hooks in the ceiling and the chains and lined
manacles, he hadn’t thought about how gorgeous Olivia would look with her arms
up, all vulnerable and ready for their discipline.
He’d thought about being the one hanging there, waiting for
the whip or the crop or whatever else the Master chose to use on his poor sub.
And now it was happening. He let a calm flow over him as Keane shackled him in,
clasping the heavy manacles around his wrists, ensuring they were tight but not
too tight. The soft lining caressed his wrists. Keane adjusted the hooks to
match Garrett’s height, keeping him slightly on his toes. It was an awkward
position but then it was supposed to be. Slightly uncomfortable. A little on
edge. But that edge was something he’d always longed for. He could handle some
discomfort. It was all part of the play, all a way to allow him to be
vulnerable.
That was what was happening. He and Keane never allowed
themselves to be vulnerable because the world had taught them such hard
lessons. They put up walls and allowed no one in but each other. Except not all
of each other. They still protected themselves. Keane protected his past and
Garrett his heart.
Olivia smashed through all those walls today.
“Master, he looks delicious,” Olivia announced, a sexy smile
on her face.
“I’m glad to hear it because I think you should have a
taste. Let’s play a game.” Keane looked to Garrett, pulling his shirt off and
tossing it to join the subs’ clothes pile. Garrett loved Keane’s chest. Even
the scars he had from a run-in with barbed wire were hot. Keane’s skin was a
golden color, tanned by days and days in the sun.
“I hope you’re as good with that whip as you say you are,
Master,” Olivia said as she got to her knees again. This time in front of
Garrett. “I hope you’re careful because I don’t plan to be.”
Oh, shit. He knew the torture Keane had planned for him. It
was going to be hell having that sweet mouth of hers on him and not being able
to come.
“You come, we start over again and then we push back her
pleasure and mine,” Keane said, holding the whip up. “It’s a light count of
thirty. You survive that without filling her mouth and you’ll get a treat.”
And if he didn’t, Keane would put off everyone else’s
pleasure. The Master truly knew how to handle him. The threat of one of them
being even slightly uncomfortable was enough to make him vow to hold out. “I’ll
be good, Master.”
“Olivia, see if you can get him to come,” Keane said with a
wicked smile on his face. “And that’s another five for not believing in your
Master. It’s a four-foot whip, not a six-footer. It’s too close in here for
that, and I would never allow you in the scene with it.”
She sank down, completely undisturbed by the Master’s words.
“We’ll see about that.”
“Go easy on me, baby,” Garrett said, knowing what her
response would be.
She licked her lips. “Not on your life, Sir.”
She leaned over and her tongue touched his cockhead,
gathering the arousal seeping from the slit of his dick. She groaned like she’d
tasted manna from heaven.
This was going to be rough.
The first lash struck, and he was caught between the
sweetest pleasure and the sting of the whip. It crashed through him and somehow
morphed into something warm and soft. The whip wasn’t barbed. It would leave
light pink streaks across his back.
Olivia’s tongue was a tiny butterfly moving across his dick.
He had to grit his teeth against the soft pleasure. Then the whip cracked and
he groaned. They worked in tandem, lighting up his flesh with sweet pain and
pleasure. Olivia’s tongue whirled around his cock as though she knew the whip’s