Page 8 of Any Which Way

T he smooth skin of my Mistress’s palm wraps around my thick cock. I hiss into the otherwise silent room. It shouldn’t catch me by surprise, Eleri making their intentions known the moment I walked into the living room just a short time ago.

Still, I’ve been rock hard since the second I saw Brynn on stage earlier this evening. And now, with the addition of the boa-like compression of a silken palm, my tip leaks, aching for a release I have a feeling is miles away.

Warm breath fans over my ear, the voice of one of the two people I love more than any other huskier than I ever recall. “Look straight ahead into Brynn’s eyes.”

I do as I’m told and am met with a current of electricity that sparks between us despite the few feet keeping us apart.

Pouty lips are barely parted. The same red stain as earlier still beckons me, and the wild, tousled hair that fell around Brynn’s face in tumultuous waves now is held back from her face with a single rhinestone clip.

And when we lock eyes and she smiles at me with love, acceptance, and a hint of desire, every single doubt I ever had about sharing my true needs with Brynn and Eleri disappears, leaving me to wonder why I didn’t confide in them from the get-go.

“Now start at the beginning and tell us all about your first class.” My Mistress’s thumb traces over the tip of my cock, spreading the precum that has continued to leak.

Their touch is like lava, spreading over my entire body.

“If you come before you’re done with your story, I’ll be forced to put you in a cage as punishment.

And I’d much rather praise you for a job well done. ”

My head drops backward, landing against Eleri’s chest. She chastises me for breaking eye contact with Brynn, one hard squeeze to my cock that borders on painful.

Gaze locked back on my other partner, I take a deep breath, trying to compose myself when all I want to do is erupt from one simple touch.

“It… it was good.” I try to keep my voice steady, but Eleri’s hand begins to move up and down my length.

They trail their fingers over the sensitive skin of my sac, gently pulling when their entire hand surrounds me.

Sucking in a deep breath, I outline the events of the night—my arrival and tour of the building, the way we returned to the main floor to watch several performances.

The entire time, I focus on Brynn, holding her eyes as she maintains perfect posture for our Mistress.

“And when the curtain finally rose?” Eleri asks, continuing to tease my swollen, leaking tip.

I moan, and they have the audacity to laugh.

Momentarily, I think of chastising Eleri, but I quickly remember I asked for this. I asked for them to take control, to provide me the mental break I am forever unwilling to give myself.

Focusing all my attention on Brynn, who still holds form on her hands and knees, I force myself not to explode under the gentle ministrations Mistress taunts me with.

They’ve all but taken my voice, and they damn well know it.

Yet when their nails scrape down the length of my cock and I jerk forward only to be restrained by Eleri’s free arm wrapping around my waist, I know my quiet mind comes at the price of my Mistress’s desires.

“The curtain, Kai. What did you think when it rose and you finally set eyes on the first performer of the night?”

Brynn’s eyes roam my body, watching every reaction with fascination as her wife’s hands torment me with the sweetest pain I’ve ever felt. Her breasts hang heavy, her nipples dark and tempting. My cock pounds with the need to come, my mind waging a war I’m unsure I can win as I hold off my release.

“It was Brynn.” They’re the only words that I manage as Eleri’s fingers continue teasing around the tip of my cock, sinking further over my shaft until my tip hits their palm.

A pearly bead leaks from my head, and Brynn licks her lips in response. I can’t tell if she’s hoping for me to break, spilling my seed before I have a chance to be inside of her, or cheering for me to last, desperate to taste one of her favorite treats off my sweat soaked skin.

“I’ve never seen her look as beautiful as she did on stage.” I look deep into Brynn’s eyes, still speaking as her lover—as her Dom, despite being at the mercy of another. “I’ve never been more proud of her. Watching her perform was breathtaking. Brynn, baby, you are breathtaking.”

She beams at me, taking in a satisfied lungful of air.

The delicate saucer and teacup on her back rattle before settling into the quiet surroundings of the living room as she stills her body.

Her brown eyes are glassy, having fully settled into a space where her discomfort is overruled by her urge to please.

Brynn continues to watch as Mistress teases me again and again, pushing me until I’m nearly ready to combust before backing off each time.

My balls ache, my shaft so hard I could take it into battle in place of a sword and win against any enemy as a last resort.

My words become incoherent as I try to explain to the pair just how gorgeous Brynn looked as she crawled across the stage, as she dominated the stage with an energy I’d never known she possessed.

Without even realizing that I’m doing it, my hips twitch, looking for further friction when Eleri stops their borderline painful tease.

And when my thighs tremble, a bead of sweat working its way down my face as Mistress once again uses my own precum as lube, my eyes roll back in their sockets, and my cock jerks, the signs of release barreling toward me so violently fast I can nearly taste it.

Somehow, I manage to make it through, glossing over the rest of the performances, our gentle stretching warm up, and the introduction to the basic movements of burlesque.

I’ve never felt so out of control of my own body, being edged more times than I can count while trying to maintain a coherent train of thought.

A gentle breeze would be enough to set me off.

My eyes are wet, and I know I have mere seconds to go before I begin to cry from the sweet, sweet torture.

As if recognizing how close I am to losing my battle, Eleri releases their hold on my body, both from around my waist and my cock.

I sink back against them, going boneless.

Finally able to breathe, I suck in air as I take in my throbbing cock, willing the blood flow to return to the rest of my body.

“Don’t get too comfortable. You still have someone to satisfy. Give Brynn an orgasm with your mouth, and then, you may take your own relief. Crawl to her and taste what she’s been saving for you.”

I do as I’m told, crawling the few feet until my face is even with Brynn’s ass.

I remove the teacup and saucer that have been sitting atop her back before lowering my mouth, tasting her from behind.

She falls forward, ass in the air to give me better access.

She’s soaked, and I revel in the taste of her arousal as it coats my tongue, lips, and chin.

My hands spread her wide, and I pull back long enough to see her cunt pulsing, searching for anything to grasp. Unable to deny Brynn anything, I acquiesce, sliding two fingers deep inside as I return to my feast.

Brynn falls apart mere moments later, her taste flooding my tongue and her sounds echoing into the room around us.

And when she’s sated, ass still high in the air, I chance a glance at our Mistress, who has since removed their own clothing.

Eleri gives me a small smile. It’s gentle and sweet and at odds with the wicked person who edged me until I saw stars just a few minutes earlier.

“I’ve always thought you were beautiful, Kai.

But when you give yourself over to me, you’re downright ethereal.

Thank you for trusting me with this side of yourself. ”

“Thank you, Mistress.” The response is automatic, as if a practiced skill. And not for the first time tonight, it has me wondering if this is the place I belong permanently. At the feet of one lover, while providing the same solstice and submission I crave to another.

Their hand cups my cheek, and I happily nuzzle into the warmth. “You’ve done a wonderful job this evening. And as much as I’d love to see you whimpering for me while locked in chastity, I did promise you a reward.”

I hiss when they wrap their palm around my cock once again, taking me by surprise.

“Look at that desperate, wet mess just waiting for you. Go ahead, sweet boy, slide your cock inside our woman.”

After a punishing kiss the likes of which I’ve never quite shared with Eleri, I do exactly as they command, once again taking my place behind Brynn. I slide into her cunt with ease, the heat of her channel engulfing me in flames that attempt to take over my entire body.

Brynn moans beneath me. And as Eleri sinks to their knees in front of their wife, they urge her back to all fours.

“Use your words, Sweetheart. Tell Kai what you need. Tell your Mistress what you need.”

“More. I need more.”

Eleri kisses Brynn just as deeply as they had me.

“It wasn’t enough to serve me tonight. It wasn't enough to watch with an ache between your thighs while Kai was edged time and time again. You still need more, don’t you?

You want to be so overwhelmed with sensation that you can’t think?

That you can’t exist but as a tool for our pleasure? ”

“Yes, please.” It’s a whimper, a near sob.

And knowing again what it feels like to be but a toy for others, Eleri having me in the same position just a few short minutes ago, I can’t deny Brynn another moment.

I slide almost all the way out before slamming my hips forward, bottoming out with one full thrust.

She screams into the room, but the sound is muffled by Eleri pushing Brynn’s face between their legs to feast. And when my gaze snaps up to Eleri, they grin wickedly before beckoning me forward.

With Brynn’s face still messily buried between Eleri’s legs and my own pace staying steady yet slow, we somehow manage to meet in a messy kiss.

One of their hands presses against the back of Brynn’s head, holding her in place against their cunt.

The second comes up to gently caress my cheek.

It’s almost comical how sweet it is in comparison to the sexual act happening.

But any sense of humor disappears when they speak.

“You’re beautiful, Kai. It’s okay to be yourself, to want the world to see you for who you are. ”

They go to pull back, but I stop them at the last moment, my hips stuttering for a few seconds, slowing to a stop. I don’t say it, but I hope Eleri can read my face, reflecting the very same words they just said to me.

We break apart, my thrusts slowly resuming. But I don’t take my eyes off my Mistress, holding on to the gravity of the entire situation.

Brynn explodes around me without warning, a second orgasm that had been building behind the first for the better part of an hour shattering her body.

She sags against her wife, and with Eleri’s help, we reposition Brynn so she is spread out on the carpeted living room floor like a buffet only the two of us are lucky enough to indulge in tonight.

Eleri climbs atop their wife, grinding themself against Brynn’s mouth, chasing their release while my own thrusts pick up pace. We barrel together toward something unknown, our eyes locked on one another, our lover between us, exploding in tandem.

And when we crawl into their bed hours later, the three of us sated and worn, I’m thankful to my Mistress and my submissive. And for the space between the two of them in which they allow me to drift off to a soundless sleep, my mind finally at peace.