Текст книги "A Turn of the Screwed "

Автор книги: Tymber Dalton

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He couldn’t help staring at her nipple rings. Keith really owned her, the way he owned him.

They wouldn’t have to get divorced.

He could have both of them, keep her happy, keep Keith happy, live like this.

“We’ll give this two months,” Keith said. “Then we’ll have our collaring at the club. After that, at the one-year anniversary of her becoming my pet, we’ll talk again about having a baby. Are you good with that?”

Scott grinned. “Yeah. Real good.”

Keith kept his arms around both of them. “I will probably have more rules for you both once we settle in, kinky stuff.” He chuckled. “More for my amusement than anything. But when it comes to money and other things like that, even though I’m your Master and Owner, to both of you, we discuss that, and other important life decisions like having children, as equals. Got it?”

“Got it,” Noel said.

She not only sounded happier than she had in the past couple of years, she looked happier, too.

“Got it,” Scott said.

Keith nodded. “Good. Then let’s get cleaned up and snuggle. I’m exhausted. She’s fucked me ragged the past couple of days.”

Chapter Twenty-One

They’d been ensconced in their new world order for nearly four weeks when Noel finally started getting jittery. When she tried to talk to Eliza about it, Eliza stopped her before she got too far.

“We need to bring in some experts.”

“Experts?”

“I’m not poly. I mean, I understand poly in theory, but I’m not poly.”

“I don’t want to go to a counselor.”

“Not a counselor. If I get some people together, will you talk with them?”

“Who?”

“Friends of mine. I have access to some experts in the field.”

Despite her misgivings, Noel knew she needed to do something. “Okay,” she said. “I guess.”

“Good. I’ll pick you up tomorrow afternoon and we’ll go meet with them.”

Which is why Noel was now sitting in Eliza’s car with her outside a restaurant in Sarasota on a Sunday afternoon. Keith and Scott were at home having a little alone time, which was only fair. It’d felt more like the Keith and Noel show for the majority of the past few weeks.

She’d actually felt a little guilty about that. Not that it could be helped because of Scott’s work schedule. And she and Keith worked together, now rode into work together every day.

“So why am I here, exactly?” Noel asked Eliza.

“You’re here to talk to some friends,” she said as she shut the car off and looked at Noel. “People who have practical experience in the matters which are troubling you most.”

“I’m not comfortable talking about my personal life with strangers.”

“For starters, they’re not strangers. Secondly, I know them. And you’ve even met some of them, I think. Third, you have a better idea than what I’m putting forth?”

No, she didn’t.

With a resigned sigh, Noel unfastened her seat belt and followed Eliza into the restaurant.

They were expected, and the last ones to arrive, apparently. The hostess led them to a table in the far corner where several other women were already seated. Yes, she knew Tilly and Loren, and sort of knew Essie and Cali. The other woman, she thought her name was Clarisse, but she wasn’t sure.

Eliza quickly confirmed that with the introductions as they sat, Eliza on Noel’s left, Tilly on her right. Once the waitress took their drink orders and left them alone, Eliza started.

“I appreciate you all coming out today,” Eliza said. “I know I was sort of circumspect on the phone, but the story isn’t all mine to tell. It’s Noel’s. And she could really use either the combined strong shoulders of all of you, tapping into your wisdom, or both.”

Noel felt her face redden, now being the center of attention. Which she knew was stupider than hell, because she’d been used to being in front of a class full of fifth graders every day.

Adults should be a piece of cake.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t.

“I have a…situation,” she finally started, feeling lame and lost as she said it.”

“You can go with the tl;dr version, if you want,” Tilly said. “Then backtrack. Sometimes, that’s easier.”

Noel took a deep breath. “My husband told me a couple of years ago he thought he was gay, maybe bi. This was after eight years of marriage. We tried me being his Domme and that hasn’t been working for me. Or for him, really. He said he didn’t want to get divorced, and neither did I, so I let him go out. He met someone, Keith, who’s now living with us. And…” Here was where it got harder to admit. “He’s now apparently my Dom, too.”

“Apparently?” Tilly asked.

“He is.”

Loren looked a little confused. “He’s gay? The other guy?”

Tilly snorted. “So was Lan,” she said. “He’s homoflexible. Straight-for-me.” She turned to Noel. “The problem is…what?”

“The problem is that I don’t know what to do with this.”

“Do you like the guy?” Tilly asked. “I mean, I hope you like him if you agreed to let him be your Dom.”

“Yeah,” she quietly said. “I think I’m actually in love with him.”

“I still don’t see the problem.”

“Tilly,” Loren scolded her from across the table. “Let her talk.”

Tilly threw up her hands in frustration. “I’m just sayin’.”

“Is it the issue of poly you’re having problems with?” Clarisse asked.

“I don’t know,” Noel said. “It’s…odd. All those years together, I wanted Scott to take charge more. Now Keith is definitely taking charge, and I like it, but…”

Everyone stared at her, apparently waiting for her to continue.

“What do I do now?”

“Enjoy life?” Tilly suggested. Loren sent her a glare.

“What I’ve found,” Clarisse said, “in our situation, is that we do a lot of talking. I mean a lot. We don’t have to do as much now, obviously, since we’ve been together a few years and our focus is on our kids as much as it is on our dynamic. But even though I’m Sully’s wife, I’m his slave first and foremost, in my mind and in my heart. And so is Mac. And Mac was there first, but I don’t feel like I’m loved any less for that. We just sort of mesh together.”

“How do I explain this to my parents?” Noel asked.

Clarisse shrugged. “You don’t. It’s none of their business.”

“What if they want to come down and visit?”

Eliza snorted. “Honey, when was the last time they came down here to visit you?”

Never was that answer, but Noel didn’t have time to say it.

“There are a lot of nice hotels in the Sarasota area,” Loren said.

“Or, you just tell them,” Essie said. “We told my mom. And we have a baby, the four of us. It was a little uncomfortable having that talk with her at first, but we only had to have it one time. All she cared about was I was happy and safe, and once I assured her of that, she let the rest go.”

Noel snorted. “Oh, my parents will have an unholy cow if I tell them what’s going on.”

“So?” Cali asked. “They live out of state, right?”

“Yeah. Indiana.”

“Okay then,” Cali said. “It’s not like they live next door. Don’t tell them.”

“This all happened so fast, I really don’t understand it,” Noel admitted. “I mean, Keith lived with us for several weeks. Well, lived with Scott. The three of us were in the same house. And then when the storm came through and Scott had to work an emergency shift, we were alone there, Keith and I. And things just sort of…bubbled over.”

“Bubbled over how?” Loren asked.

Noel glanced around. “By the end of the first day, I had pierced nipples and had agreed to be his slave.”

Tilly’s eyes widened. “Wow. Okay, that’s the deep end of the pool—”

“Tilly!” Loren scolded.

“Seriously?” Tilly shot back. “One freaking day? I am sooo not out of line here on this one. Even Landry would agree with me.”

“So says the woman who married a guy she’d just met after, what, four days?” Loren drawled.

“Hey, that was a business arrangement that worked out well for everyone.”

“I know it was fast,” Noel said. “But it was like he read my mind. It was such a relief not to have to try to be…dominant anymore. It was like a weight rolled off me. And the sex was hot.”

“And are you enjoying it now, still?” Tilly asked.

“Yeah.”

“Well, there you go,” Tilly said. “Hot sex, hot Dom, hot damn. Enjoy.”

“You are not required,” Essie said, “to do or be anything other than who or what you want to be. Forgetting any preconceived expectations you have for yourself or them. If this new dynamic is working for all three of you? Great. You’re all consenting adults. Enjoy it.”

“Does Keith want you and Scott to get divorced?” Loren asked.

“No. He said he doesn’t want that. That he wanted to do whatever it took to keep me and Scott together.”

“Again,” Tilly said, “not seeing the problem here.”

“Does it bother you,” Loren started, ignoring Tilly, “to watch them together?”

She had to think about that one. “Not really. Not now. It sort of did before, in the beginning, but they were trying to be considerate about it. We all sleep in the same bed and…well, we’re a ménage. I’m almost worried about Scott becoming a little jealous because I get more time with Keith now than he does. We work at the same place and drive to work together almost every day. We get to see each other during the day, even just a little bit. Sometimes Scott works long shifts, or night shifts, depending on the rotation. Sometimes he’s got to work at night and we’re gone during the day.”

“That’s something you’ll have to work on,” Cali said. “It’s not so bad with the three of you sharing a bed. At least that’s equal footing.”

“So there’s nothing…bad about what we’re doing?” Noel asked.

All the women shook their heads.

“Honey,” Essie said, “if you’re okay with it, and they’re okay with it, then it’s okay. Sure there will be small-minded pinheads out there who don’t agree with it. You know what? Fuck ’em. They don’t matter. The only thing that matters is you and them and your happiness, all three of you.”

“That sounds too easy.”

“That’s because people try to complicate poly,” Tilly said, “and end up fucking it up as a result. Jealousy is the big one. I’ll admit I was jealous of Cris a few times when Landry first came into my life and brought Cris with him. But I worked through it. Worked past it. I had to work on my relationship with Cris, which, of course, came with a metric shit-ton of emotional baggage. Once we got through that, it’s been smooth sailing. Screw what anyone else thinks. Are you looking to us for approval?”

“I don’t know what I’m looking for,” Noel admitted.

“Then rest assured,” Essie said, “that you don’t need to explain yourselves to anyone. Enjoy each other, love each other, and let the rest of the world fuck itself.”

“Isn’t that what I just said?” Tilly asked.

* * * *

Three hours later, as Eliza walked Noel back to the car after bidding the other women good-bye, Noel felt a little more relieved, but still emotionally upended.

“What if I’ve made a huge mistake?” she asked Eliza as her friend backed out of the parking spot. “What if I’ve done something horrible?”

“By what, loving two men? Your family’s already a bunch of assholes. So what difference, seriously, does it make?”

“None, I guess.”

“Exactly. The only people who matter are you guys, that you’re all happy. If you’re happy, and it’s working for you, who cares if it’s ‘normal’ or not? Normal is a dryer setting. Nothing more.”

“I don’t know what’s normal anymore. For the past two years, my life’s been anything but.”

“And were you happy then?”

“No. Not really. I was happy before all this came to light.”

“And are you happier now?”

“Yeah,” she admitted after a long moment of contemplation.

“Well? Okay, then. Choose to be happy. Don’t choose to sit there and wallow in some imaginary emo swamp when you don’t have to.”

“Imaginary emo swamp?”

“Just work with me, m’kay? You know dang well what I’m trying to say.”

Noel tipped her a salute from her temple.

“Smart-ass. Remind me to ask your Dom to beat your ass next time I see him.”

“So you really think I’m doing the right thing here?”

“Kvetching and needlessly rending your soul over it? No. Enjoying and living your life? Yes.”

“Why do you make it sound so easy?”

“Why are you insisting on complicating it?”

Noel didn’t have an answer for that. Compared to the past two years, including the last few months leading up to the seismic shift in their situation, it felt like she’d upshifted and was now freewheeling downhill instead of struggling to get the transmission engaged.

It was difficult to relax when it felt like it was supposed to be difficult.

“I don’t know. It just seems like after everything I’ve been through, it shouldn’t be this easy.”

“Maybe that’s because you’ve already gone through the hard part and this is the reward.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Keith hadn’t revealed to the two of them what he’d planned for their collaring ceremony. He wanted it to be a surprise, and had taken charge of the whole thing.

Even Tilly and Loren had been sworn to secrecy.

Late that Saturday morning, Noel awoke to Keith deeply kissing her. When she looked, she spotted Scott sucking the man’s cock.

Keith smiled down at her. “It’s the big day. Any second thoughts?”

She reached down to stroke Scott’s head while reaching up to touch Keith’s stubbly cheek. “No, Sir. No second thoughts.”

“Good.” He grabbed Scott’s head, holding his cock deep inside Scott’s mouth as Keith’s orgasm hit him, making him groan. Then he pulled Scott off his cock and pushed his head toward her pussy. “Make her come, then you may fuck her.”

Keith pinned her wrists over her head, staring down into her eyes as Scott dove between her legs and went to town.

Keith grinned, transferring her wrists to one hand while reaching down to lightly tug on her nipple rings, back and forth, triggering her first orgasm.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered. “I’ve trained you well, haven’t I?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Scott climbed on top of her and started fucking her, hard, fast, deep, all the while with Keith still holding her wrists and playing with her nipples. She knew Scott wouldn’t take long to get off as obviously horny as he was, and wondered how long the men had been awake with Keith tormenting him before she finally opened her eyes.

As soon as Scott had climaxed, Keith snapped his fingers and pointed.

Scott pulled out and dove between her legs again, ever the good boy, cleaning her up and drawing one more orgasm out of her before he finished.

Keith smiled as he watched them together. “This is better than TV. Why are we even paying for cable?”

“For the Internet service,” she gasped.

“Ah. True.” He cupped his free hand over her throat, staring down into her eyes as Scott the overachiever started driving her toward yet another orgasm. “We do need that.” His intense gaze bore down into hers and for a moment she wondered if she’d ever be able to remember a time when Keith wasn’t part of their lives.

Not that she wanted to.

He’d become the center of her world in a way she’d never imagined possible, even more than Scott. Not that she didn’t still love Scott, because she did. More now than ever before.

But Keith was their glue. He made everything better, his presence in their lives.

His ownership of them.

The missing piece she and Scott had both needed without knowing it.

After a shower and brunch, Keith led them back to the bedroom and pulled out the outfits he wanted them to wear today. Then he hooked a finger through each of their collars and pulled them in for kisses. “Any second thoughts?”

Scott and Noel smiled at each other. “Nope,” they echoed.

Nerves filled Noel as Keith drove them first to a place she’d never been before.

As Keith pulled into a parking space in front of the tattoo shop that also had a sign for a piercer, he glanced into the rearview mirror. “Again, last chance to back out.”

She shook her head. “Not backing out, Sir.” He’d surprised her by this, because he hadn’t mentioned this part of the plan to her or Scott.

Who looked equally startled, but also wasn’t backing out.

They had an appointment, apparently, and were sent right back.

It was the same man who’d done both their nipples, and he greeted Keith with a handshake.

“Is everything ready?” Keith asked.

“Yep. Just like you asked for.”

Inside the room, with the door closed behind them, Keith snapped his fingers at Scott. “Pants down, and up on the table.”

He’d ordered Scott to wear boxers instead of briefs today.

Now, Noel understood why.

She gulped a little when she realized what that meant.

But Scott didn’t hesitate, even when the piercer had him sign the forms and showed him the needle and the captive bead ring that would be his new Prince Albert piercing.

Through the end of his cock.

Keith wore a decidedly evil grin as he grabbed a fistful of Scott’s hair and tipped his head back. “Who’s my good boy and is going to get pierced for me?”

“Me, Sir,” Scott whispered.

Even Noel was getting wet from Keith’s tone of voice.

Keith crushed his lips down on top of Scott’s, swallowing the man’s yelp of pain as the piercer did what he needed to do.

Five minutes later, Scott was shakily getting to his feet and gingerly pulling up his boxers and pants.

Then Keith looked at her. “Panties off, girl.”

Without argument, she did, getting up on the table. After signing the forms, Keith pulled her dress up and had her lay back, his hands pinning hers over her head, staring down at her from where he stood at the head of the table.

“Who’s my good girl and is going to get pierced for me?”

“Me, Sir,” she whispered.

She winced as the piercer swabbed antiseptic over her clit.

Keith grinned. “This is going to hurt. But when it’s over, and once it’s healed, guess what? It’s going to feel fucking amazing.” He leaned in, kissing her, distracting her so much that when the piercer prepared and made the actual pierce, she screamed into Keith’s mouth, not so much from pain but from shock and the locale.

Although yeah, it did fucking hurt. At least the pain started fading almost immediately, unlike her nipples, which had painfully ached for a week before she could tolerate the men even touching them.

Keith chuckled, finally raising his head and grinning down at her. “Oooh, baby. Now you both really match. And I’m so fucking hard, you are both going to get a load in your asses later tonight when we get home.”

* * * *

Their next stop was Venture. And when Keith led them inside, Tilly greeted them with hugs. “You damn sadist,” she chided Keith. You got them pierced where we couldn’t see.”

“Yeah, well, he was too busy to leave the shop, and I didn’t want to reschedule the collaring.”

Her clit still throbbed, but it’d already changed to an ooh, goody kind of throbbing.

Or maybe it was just because Keith had trained both of them so well to get aroused by pain, always following it with a reward later.

She wasn’t exactly sure how Scott would get his reward based on the piercing, but maybe she could at least get one.

Their friends were in attendance, and as Loren called for everyone’s attention, Keith led Noel and Scott to the front of the room, where a matching set of pillows had been placed.

He pointed at both of them, and at the pillows.

They immediately sank to their knees on the pillows as Keith moved to stand between them.

Loren started. “Well, folks, this is a new one, even by our standards. I know many of you met Scott and Noel when they first started their journey into the kinky lifestyle, and yes, this is as confusing as it looks. Gilo, what say ye?”

“I got nothing,” he called out from the back of the room. “I thought me and Abbey had the market cornered on confusing you all.”

“Yeah,” Tilly called out from where she stood behind Loren, “well, you’ve lost that title, dude.”

“Dammit,” Gilo muttered.

The room erupted into titters of laughter that quickly settled.

Loren continued. “Keith comes before everyone today and wishes to publicly claim his two slaves. To publicly state his feelings in the only quasi-official way he can.”

He turned and faced the room. “Some of you, I’ve known a long time, since I first came out and moved to Florida. Some not quite as long, from when I first started my kinky journey, and some of you I’ve only recently met. If you’d told me this was where I’d be today, and what I’d be doing, I’d have told you you were crazy.”

He put his hands on Scott and Noel’s heads. “I’m blessed with not one, but two people who love me, who love each other, and with whom I’ve found peace and happiness that I never dreamed possible. I trust them, I love them, and I’ve sworn to protect and care for them.”

He turned to Scott. “Boy, today I want to publicly collar you as mine. This means even though you are married to her, you are owned by me, and first and foremost you belong to me. Is this what you want?”

“Yes, Sir. I want to be yours.”

Tilly stepped forward and held something out. Noel realized it was a ring box.

Keith reached down and removed the wedding ring from Scott’s left hand and transferred it to his right ring finger. Then he slipped the ring he took from the ring box onto Scott’s left ring finger.

“From this day forward, unless you ask me to uncollar you, you belong to me. Do you accept this of your own free will?”

“Yes, Sir, I do.”

Keith leaned in and kissed him, long and deeply.

Then he turned to Noel.

He stared down at her, sending her nerves fluttering. No matter what, that look always made her horny, wet, and feel like she was a feather facing down a hurricane.

And she loved it.

“Girl, today I’m going to publicly collar you as mine. As with him, even though you’re married to him, you are owned by me, and first and foremost you belong to me. Is this what you want?”

She nodded. “Yes, Sir. I want to be yours.”

Her heart pounded as he slid her wedding and engagement rings off her left ring finger and transferred them to her right hand. Then he slipped his band onto her finger.

“From this day forward,” he said, “unless you ask me to uncollar you, you belong to me. Do you accept this of your own free will?”

She nodded, struggling not to cry happy tears. “Yes, Sir, I do.”

He leaned in and kissed her, slowly, sweetly.

Then he held out his hands to them both and helped them to their feet.

Apparently, there was one more thing.

He opened the ring box again. Inside, one more band, one that matched theirs. “If you are certain this is what you want, the two of you take that band and put it on my finger. Because even though I own you both, I also belong to you. My heart, my love, my protection, my trust, my life.”

Okay, now Noel’s eyes teared up. She and Scott, together, reached in and withdrew the band. They each held his hand up while sliding the band onto his ring finger.

Behind them, Loren spoke up. “Okay, I now pronounce you Master and slaves. You may kiss your property.”

Keith grinned, reached out and grabbed a fistful of hair on each of them, and drew them in. “Love you both, my sweet pets.”

He kissed Noel, then Scott.

“Love you, too, Sir,” they echoed.

“You guys have made me the happiest I think I’ve ever been in my life.”

Noel smiled up into his mocha gaze. “That makes two of us.”

“Three,” Scott said. “And if you think we’re letting you get away from us, think again.”

“What he said,” she joked.

Loren hugged all three of them. “Congratulations. You all accomplished something no one’s ever managed to do before.”

“What’s that?” Keith asked.

Tilly snorted. “You put Gilo at a loss for words.”