Page 16 of There’s a Way (Mythic Beast #2)
Will
It only took us a few minutes to get Davy on his back with a cushion under his ass, lifting it a few inches off the table. We bound his legs together, his ankles connected to the table, and a band over his chest so he couldn’t sit up even with his arms free.
I rolled a condom onto his red, inflamed, rock-hard dick and turned to help Micca onto the table, but she popped onto it like a gymnast, easy as pie.
Before Davy knew what was happening, she’d straddled him and was riding his cock.
I had no idea when she’d taken the thong off, but with it gone, I wanted the lacy bra gone, too, so I unfastened it, slid it off her arms, and then sucked a nipple into my mouth and laved it with my tongue.
Micca had unscrewed and re-screwed the nipple clamps she’d put on Davy several times while she worked him over, but his nipples were currently bare, so I put a set on him that tightens down the more you pull on them, and I draped the chain down his chest so Micca could get to it easily.
“Can you lean forward on our boy, please?”
I took my time stretching Micca’s asshole, occasionally rubbing the base of Davy’s cock and caressing his balls. He didn’t seem rock hard anymore, but he was far from soft.
I knew how to get his attention once I was inside Micca, but I didn’t rush getting her ready for me.
When it was finally time, I used baby wipes on my hands, donned a condom, and pressed into the heat of her.
She knew how to open for me, which I’d figured out while I used my fingers.
It didn’t take terribly long for me to get in since I’d prepped her so well, and I met Davy’s gaze over her shoulder.
“Do you feel my dick, boy? Like we’re frotting from the inside of our girl? ”
As expected, that got his attention. Davy groaned, and a few seconds later, Micca moaned, likely because his dick was moving around on its own inside of her as the blood pulsed into it.
* * * *
Micca
I’ve been DPd before, but this was different.
Mostly because it was my choice, but also because neither of the men inside me were trying to hurt me. I was a person to them, equal to one and above the other. All that to say, the whole situation just fucking worked for me.
Davy’s arms around me, holding me while Will fucked my ass.
Also, Will jostling me around made me move on Davy’s cock.
Under the right circumstances, I’m a big fan of anal, and Will absolutely knew what he was doing, which means I was flying high, riding one cock while being energetically and quite skillfully fucked by another.
I have no idea how long we all fucked before I was close to an orgasm. Time ceases to exist when you’re riding that high, and when Davy begged for release, I wasn’t surprised when Will told him, “I’ll count it down, but not yet. Hold onto it for now, boy.”
I arched my back more to give Will a better angle, and Will groaned behind me. “Fuck, your ass is sweet.”
I have no idea how Will knew when I was about to go, but he ordered Davy to come just as I was about to, so the two of us came together, and then Will popped off as Davy and I were finishing up.
If I’m honest, the orgasm was a seven on a scale of ten, so not the best I’ve ever had, but they can’t all be tens.
However, the whole thing was more about being a shared experience, the three of us getting off together, and letting Davy have a positive sexual experience with a girl.
So even though the orgasm was only a seven, the entire thing was damned close to a perfect ten.
* * * *
Will
It was my job to get everyone cleaned up and into bed, but I needed a few minutes to recover from the orgasm. I dropped the condom on the floor beside the table and sat back on my heels.
“Hold her, boy. I need a minute.”
“I need a moment myself,” Micca said.
I reached forward and caressed the side of her adorable ass. It was too soon to talk about monogamy, but that was the goal — no more condoms, no more protection.
The world finally righted around me so I trusted my equilibrium, and I released Davy’s ankles from the table first, and then the carabiner holding them together.
“Stay put, boy. I’ll get Micca cleaned up and off you, and then you can clean yourself, use the toilet, and join us in bed. Playroom cleanup can wait until tomorrow.”
“Thank you, Master. Permission to wipe down the bondage table tonight? It’ll only take an extra couple of minutes.”
“Granted.”
Micca and I would use my toilet while Davy used the one in the jail cell, so it should work out okay. In a perfect world we’d all just fall into bed, but reality dictates we deal with germs and empty our bladders first.
I released Davy’s chest strap once I had Micca off the table, and then I walked her out of the playroom and to the bathroom ten feet down the hall and across from the playroom.
When the playroom door closed behind us, she noted, “So, he’s truly a slave and not an overblown submissive.”
“Yes, but I’m curious as to your logic.”
“You put him right to work. A submissive gets aftercare right away. Sounds like Davy will eventually get it, and I hope that’s the case, but based on what you said, there are times he has to clean up after a scene before he gets it.”
The toilet in this room is kind of around the corner from the shower, so one can use it without being seen by the other person in the room, and I motioned for Micca to use it first.
“Depends on the intensity, but yes, he sometimes has to clean the room and everything I used before he’s welcome in my arms in bed. He almost always gets some snuggling after a scene, eventually, but never after punishment.”
“Never?”
I considered how I handle the after when he’s punished. “The day continues. I give him enough time to go wash his face and get his tears under control, and then we go on with our day.”
I stepped into the shower to wash my dick with the handheld piece so I didn’t get my hair wet. I figure I get ass germs on the root of my dick, behind the condom. Probably all around my dick, for that matter. I’d likely make Davy give me a blow job the next morning, so it needed to be clean.
She came out of the toilet area while I was in the shower, grabbed the baby wipes I’d put on the counter, and went back to the toilet area.
While I dried myself, she came back to the main part of the bathroom and told me, “I’ve been in love several times, but I’m kind of new to this whole power-exchange thing, so there’s never been romantic feelings with a submissive.
I was given someone to train during my rehabilitation time, with someone overseeing us, and talking to me away from the slave I was in charge of, so I could think through how I was training him and not fuck it up.
My decisions, but with guidance. I grew close to him, but he wasn’t mine and would never be.
I was training him for someone else, and we both knew it the entire time.
Still, you can’t help but grow close to someone you know inside and out, someone you’re responsible for — food, sleep, exercise, and everything else. ”
“I was impressed with both the care you took of Davy, and the levels of pain you took him to. It’s good we both have similar styles.”
I opened a drawer and pulled a toothbrush still in the original packaging out along with two tubes of travel toothpaste — one with fluoride and one without, and pointed to the bottles of soap and lotion.
“Use whatever you need, and ask if you need something else. Davy’s allergic to latex, so we have special condoms. He’s also sensitive to ingredients in a lot of commercial soap, so I find myself purchasing locally made goat-milk soap.
” That wasn’t entirely true, so I amended it.
“Or rather, I suppose it’s my house manager who does the actual purchasing. ”
“I lived in a home with a huge staff during my rehab , including a stick-up-his-ass butler who managed all that stuff so the estate’s owner didn’t have to.”
She once again said the word rehab so it was clear she was being facetious with the word, and my curiosity was piqued, but I understood it might be a while before she could explain what had happened. I’d need to know at some point, but it could wait. Trust takes time.
“I’d have to sit down and take a count of all the people it takes for my life to run smoothly, and I’d probably miss several, but thankfully, only Angie has the freedom to come and go as necessary.
” Okay, not entirely true. “Well, my security guys need full access, but they aren’t in charge of managing my life, so that’s different. ”
“You’ve mentioned Mitch and Charlie quite a bit.”
“Charlie’s my manager, and Mitch is director.
I’m usually producer, but he sticks his nose in here and there, so I guess he’s kind of both.
” Truth be told, I stick my nose into the directing, too, but no need to mention that at the moment.
“Neither are in charge of my private life in any way, shape, or form. They’re usually only around after the band and I have created new stuff, and Charlie and Mitch help us get it polished.
They can get into the gate, but they don’t have access to get into the house. Someone has to let them in.”
“Who takes care of your cars?”
“These days, the bikers do — or I guess it’s more accurate to say their shop does.
Angie lets them know when one needs servicing, and they send someone to get it.
They also have someone they can send to wash one or all of them.
For something big, they prefer I come pick it up, so they can make small changes while I wait if I’m not happy with something, or they can just keep it and work on it if necessary, and I’m glad that’s the case or I might not’ve met Davy. ”
“Speaking of Davy, I’m not comfortable leaving him alone much longer.”
I smiled. It was good she was thinking of him. I knew him well enough to know he’d be fine, but she didn’t, and she’d clearly been trained to keep an eye on someone after a scene.
“One more question — I think our little scene went well, but did I read it right? Is this something you want to pursue? See where it takes us?”
“I do. At the risk of saying this too soon, I like both of you and the whole situation. It’s like you’re custom-made exactly to my specifications, ready for me to step in.
I keep waiting for some horrible something to rear its head, but so far that hasn’t happened.
Seems a little too perfect, and that has me a touch worried, but I’m trying to just thank the Universe without looking for negatives that may not even exist.”
I made note of her wording about thanking the Universe but didn’t comment on it. “I feel mostly the same — you seem perfect for us.”
I opened the door and motioned her into the hallway. “What do you usually eat for breakfast?”
“Steak with fried eggs, sometimes with bacon on the side. I managed to snag some venison last week and I’ve been enjoying it as a change, but I buy beef from the bikers, and that’s what I usually have.
There should be some carbs, too, but I change that up — pancakes, waffles, biscuits, toast. I’m a huge fan of honey.
Huge . I eat more than you’d expect, and breakfast is kind of important or I’m a grumpy grizzly. Coffee, too.”
I paused outside the playroom door. “Then we’ll make sure to feed you.
I cut most carbs out just before I go on tour, or before we record video, but I eat them in moderation the rest of the time.
Still, we eat a lot of chicken, turkey, and beef.
Davy eats a lot of salads, and I find myself eating them with him. ”
“Yeah, I’m not big on those.”
I opened the door to see Davy kneeling beside the bed, and I motioned Micca in. “Not a problem. If you’re going to be here a lot, you’ll need to let Angie know what to keep on hand for you. I’ll tell her to keep an eye on our beef and honey levels, and eggs.”
“So, no cook? No cleaning staff? No driver? No in-house masseuse?”
I made sure the door closed all the way and followed her to the bed.
“My security team insists on driving me, and cleaning people used to come twice a week, but now they come once a week since Davy takes care of the clutter and changes the sheets on the bed every day. He often cooks on the weekends, and we order out sometimes, but I’m capable of cooking.
I have a masseuse I can call when I need her. ”
Micca sat on the side of the bed, and I stood over Davy a few seconds before I pulled him up and held him a few moments. “Climb onto the bed, boy. Let’s put Micca between us tonight.”
“Actually,” Micca said, “I’ll do better on one of the sides, and not in the middle. One of the aftereffects of the reason I needed rehab , but it isn’t good to make me feel cornered.”
I made a mental note to make sure we didn’t do that, and gave her a smile. “Well then, looks like I get the middle. Ya’ll climb on around me, then.”