Page 15 of There’s a Way (Mythic Beast #2)

Will

I never got an answer from Micca about wine, so I decided we’d all have beer tonight, and I’d explore her taste in wine another night.

Whatever she liked would be fine. I’d come to terms with the fact I’m in love with a man who can’t enjoy a truly good wine.

Micca’s tastes, whatever they were, would be okay, but I needed to know what they were so I’d know what to order for her.

I ordered three wildly different kinds of beer, but everyone seemed happy with my choices, which was a relief — and then we had a conversation about Micca’s favorite and most detested foods.

We were off in a dark little alcove where we were unlikely to be heard, but sex topics didn’t come up, and I didn’t force them.

We’d get there. Micca is absolutely a sexual creature, and I couldn’t wait to see her in action Topping my boy with me.

I was also eagerly anticipating that first press into her ass, which I assumed would happen later. All in good time.

For our meal, we got to know each other outside of sex, though I certainly felt some undertones here and there.

We opted for a shared table, so our main dishes and sides were in the center of the table, and we spooned and forked food onto our individual plates.

Fingerlings, char sui ribs, smoked goose, beef tartar, pappardelle with an enoki mushroom sauce, butternut agnolotti, and my boy had to have the smoked gouda mac and cheese, which we all enjoyed, so I’m glad he asked for it.

I’m gradually teaching him about the finer things in life, but he’s also reminding me of how good some of the simpler things can be, too.

He sometimes makes us peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and the first one he made for me was so good.

I’d eaten it to humor him, but I really liked it.

They’d been an option for lunch in the college cafeteria, and I believe that’s the only time I’ve ever eaten them.

Turns out, they’re one of his comfort foods, which is a good thing for a Master to know.

Also, Davy mixes the peanut butter and jelly together before he puts it on the bread, and it’s so much better than what I remember in the cafeteria.

One time, he made them with peanut butter and honey, and I was again impressed. So simple, but really good.

We went for a walk over the Walnut Street Bridge after dinner.

It was built back in the eighteen hundreds for vehicle traffic, but it’s purely a pedestrian bridge now, and we stopped at the top to take in the view of the moon overhead, the mountains that surround the city, the city itself, and the river we were directly over.

The Tennessee River is over a mile wide in places, but it’s only a quarter mile wide where it flows past the city.

“I love my city,” Micca said. “I know Davy didn’t grow up here, did you, Will?”

I shook my head. “I grew up in the mountains of North Carolina, singing gospels in church, but let’s have that talk in private, where we’re sure we can’t be overheard.”

“Of course.” She bent and took her shoes off, and I suddenly realized I’d asked her to walk around town in heels.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t even think about your footwear.”

“Not a problem. I used to be a tenderfoot, but I’m not anymore. No biggie for me to walk barefoot.”

I’m six foot two inches, and Davy’s five foot seven and a quarter inches, which he rounds up so he tells people he’s five eight. Micca was taller than Davy in her heels, but out of her heels, she’s about an inch and a half shorter. Probably only an inch shorter once he was out of his dress shoes.

Why did the idea of someone smaller than Davy ordering him around make my dick even harder?

“I think our food needs to settle a little more before we go gangbusters in the playroom,” I told her, “but my dick doesn’t want to wait.”

She leaned sideways, kissed Davy on the cheek, and looked at me. “I don’t know what you can safely do without being spotted, but The Billiard Club has some rooms where mostly only the tables are lit, and everything else is kinda dark.”

“An excellent idea, and my security guys know the management there, which makes it easier to spring on them last minute.”

I looked across the bridge to Mac, who nodded, which I took to mean he’d heard me and they’d make arrangements.

A few moments later, he walked to us. “Ranger’s on the phone with them.

We can’t reserve a room, but he’s arranging for us to have two tables next to each other at the back of a room, so he and I can act as a buffer between you and the other patrons.

We’re a twenty-minute drive, so we can leave when you’re ready. ”

* * * *

Micca

Billiards turned out to be a good call. Will seems to be good at everything he does, and he ran the table a few times, which means he won most of the games. I held my own and won several games, and Davy even managed to win a game.

I was a little surprised when Davy stayed in the garage while Will walked me into the house, but once the door closed behind us, he reminded me, “Davy’s rarely clothed inside the house — only when we have guests who don’t understand our relationship, or when he invites a friend over.”

“He always undresses and dresses in the garage?”

“Yes.” He sighed. “Well, always when we’re coming and going. If we’re having guests over, I let him dress in the bedroom.”

He worked a palm pad and input a security code to get through a door just a dozen feet inside the house from the garage, and told me, “My bandmates have never seen this room. It’s a big mystery to them, and I’m probably having too much fun keeping it secret.

It’s possible they’ve blown it into something much bigger than it is. ”

He opened the door, and I walked a third of the way in and turned in a slow circle, taking everything in. The equipment was mostly steel with a little leather and minimal padding, and the jail cell at the back looked especially harsh and cold.

But there was a huge fucking steel and wood bed with fancy steel columns at the corners supporting a canopy, and lots of fabric floating down from it in places.

Is it wrong it felt even more romantic with all the places to attach a submissive’s various appendages to?

It was way bigger than a king-sized bed — there’d be no problem with the three of us sleeping in it.

“I like it,” I told him. “All cold and stark with the exception of the orgy-sized bed, and even with the extra fabric hanging down and around kind of romantic and dreamy, it’s still a little scary looking with all the obvious attachment points, not to mention the pillory built into the footboard.

” I hadn’t seen it at first, but damn, could I have fun with it.

“I’m impressed. Most people think it’s a stockade.”

“I’m not most people.”

“True. One of the many reasons I find you fascinating. The door is locked so Davy can’t get in, which means we have a few moments to discuss a game plan. Anything you particularly want to do?”

“I’m hoping to give him lessons in how to use his mouth to pleasure a woman. If you’d like to handle some of the instructions, that can work, too. I assume, since he identifies as gay, he won’t know how to do that?”

“He was required to service women by his first Master, whom we call Carlos, though not often. I gather perhaps a half-dozen times. I’m hoping to have you sit on his cock and rest your chest on his, so I can explore your ass. You open to that?”

“Yes, as long as you get me ready for you. You, not Davy. He can do it later, but it needs to be you until I’m a little more established as your partner and Davy’s other Master.”

He nodded. “That works. You and I should say please and thank you to each other tonight, so it’s clear we aren’t giving each other orders. Does that work for you?”

I smiled. “Perfect. Yes. How is he with CBT?”

“His balls are especially tender and I don’t do a whole lot with them most of the time. When I do, it’s something that builds and is a constant, like a weighted parachute, or squeezing them one at a time in my fist, a slow squeeze and slow release. He does much better handling cock torture.”

“Okay then, I’ll stick to cock torture tonight. Do you have clothespins and a small flogger I can use?”

* * * *

Davy

When the door wouldn’t open for me going into the playroom, I went to my knees, spread them, and assumed the position Master would expect. When I undress, I have to put my wrist and ankle cuffs on, so I was all decked out and waiting.

I sat out there a while, anticipating what would happen with two Masters, wondering what I was in for, hoping I’d be able to keep my hard-on when faced with girl-parts.

When the door finally opened, it was Micca who stood over me, fully clothed with a kind look on her face.

“What a pretty dick you have, standing all proud and tall, decorated with pretty jewelry. Will didn’t tell me you’re pierced — how exciting for me!

Come on in, slave. I understand your Master doesn’t give your dick a whole lot of attention unless he’s torturing it, but you’ll find I enjoy playing with a nice, hard cock. ”

I stood as gracefully as possible and then walked ahead of her when she motioned me in and didn’t move.

“Cute little ass, too. I’m guessing I won’t have too many opportunities to use a strap-on when Will’s in town, but when he goes on tour, that should change.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Master said. “I think I might quite enjoy watching you plow his ass while I fuck his face.”

My cock twitched and jerked at the promise of both Masters fucking me at the same time.

Micca stopped near the grate and motioned me to stand on it, pointing me so I faced the door and wouldn’t be able to see what they retrieved from the wall of torture implements.

The winch had been lowered so the spreader bar was at my waist, and she quickly and expertly connected my wrist cuffs while Master leaned down behind me and connected my ankles to a wide-open spreader bar.

Micca walked to the wall and worked the winch mechanism until my body was stretched taut with my arms above me, and then she returned, grasped my dick, and oh-so-slowly jacked it. Both heaven and hell. I’d worried a woman’s hand might not do it for me, but that didn’t seem to be a problem.

“Not the first time you’ve done that,” Master noted.

“What?” Micca asked. “Played with someone’s dick?”

“The winch controls, but yeah, the dick part too, now that you mention it.” He walked around to my front and put his finger under my chin so I’d have no choice but to give eye contact.

“For tonight, I’m Master and Micca is Sir.

I love you, boy. If something isn’t working for you, I expect you to tell me, and I can say that because I know you understand the difference between not liking something and having the whole situation just not work. ”

It was hard not to fall into those brilliant blue eyes and get lost, but I said, “I do, Master.”

“I love you, Davy.”

“I love you, Master.”

“I’m going to enjoy watching Micca hurt you.”

“I’ll do my best to please you both, Master.”

“I know you will.” He gave me a quick kiss on the lips and stepped back before he walked around behind me and to the wall.

When he returned, he pushed the stool and roll-around cart to Micca, and then walked another ten steps and opened a fancy chair. When he sat in it, I realized it was one of the folding rockers from the screened-in porch. When had he brought it in here?

But then Micca was lifting a clothespin from the roll-around cart, and I forgot about Master for the moment.

Micca put the clothespins in a spiral around my cock, starting from the front just above my balls, and when she made it to the top, she started at the bottom again, beginning on the left side of the base of my cock.

By the time she was on the third trip up, it felt like my cock was a million degrees and stretched so tight it fucking hurt .

And female fingers are just different than male ones. She placed each one so delicately, and the contrast of the soft, gentle touch with the sharp pain of the clothespins just added to it.

When she finally finished with my dick, my new Sir stood and gazed into my eyes. When I looked down, she ordered me to look at her again, and she spent a good minute or two — an eternity to look into someone’s eyes — just looking at me from inches away. Observing .

Her eyes were a gorgeous green, and I wondered that I hadn’t noticed before. I focused on them, on the color, since I wasn’t allowed to look away.

Finally, she stepped back, reached for the clothespins on the cart again, and she placed them in spirals on my chest around my nipples, topping it all off with the nipple clamps you can screw tighter and tighter, and she clamped them down until my breath came in gasps.

Sometime during all this, Master pulled his cock out, lubed his hand, and oh-so-slowly jacked himself off while he watched Micca hurt me while wearing this little matching thong and bra outfit I was sure worked for him.

I mean, I could appreciate the beauty of it, but it didn’t turn me on sexually.

Her fingers were another story, however, and my new Sir had me harder than I could ever remember being, and that was before she pulled out the short little plastic flogger and went at my cock, beating the clothespins off with it.

Master put a little protector thing on the head of my cock again when he realized what she planned, I guess to keep the flogger from maybe grabbing the jewelry. This one didn’t tie my dick to my stomach, though.

Micca moved around with the flogger, from my cock, to the right side of my chest, then the left side, back to my cock.

I was a mess when the last clothespin finally came off, but then she jacked me with those small hands, and again, the delicate hands combined with the strength and skill, not to mention the pain she’d just put me through with those hands…

it fucked with my head. Long before I expected to be close, I was begging for permission to orgasm, but Master said, “No, slave, I don’t believe you’ve earned an orgasm from our Micca just yet.

” His voice changed from giving an order to regular conversation to add, “Let’s move our boy to the bondage table, shall we? ”

Micca gave my cock another half-dozen strokes before she leaned forward and kissed the covered tip.

“An excellent idea.”