Healing Hark (Doms of Chicago) (18 page)

“
Son of a bitch...remove the blindfold,” he ordered them. “I'm not fucking kidding – I need to see it…”

Sudden panting as one pair of lips left him, didn't give him a clue to which man had abandoned him
. But when the scrap of dark silk was removed, Bryan's flushed features came into focus, his lips wet and swollen looking from sucking his cock. The overwhelming need to taste his
hana
grew until his voice came out hoarse. “Kiss me, dammit.”

“
Gladly, Master.” Bryan dipped his head and captured Diachi's mouth under his. Thrusting his tongue inside the warm cavern, Diachi savored not only Bryan's unique taste, but the tangy flavor of himself. He lost himself to the kiss, until the wet brush of Hark's tongue over his perineum had him ripping his mouth away. “By the gods!” He tried to close his legs, only to be stopped by forceful, unforgiving hands and a muttered plea from Hark.

“Let me.” Then he pinned Diachi's legs to his chest and
dove lower, his tongue tracing the crack of Diachi’s ass before burrowing inside to lap at his tightly furled anus.

Diachi moaned and jerked at the intense sensation.
“Naughty little
koibito
, teasing me with your tongue. Fuck!” His head tipped back as Bryan rejoined Hark and swooped down to again suck the head of Diachi's dick into his mouth. He growled helplessly as the pressure built in behind his balls. He gritted his teeth, trying to hang on as Hark’s tongue pressed hard against his entrance, only to pull back and flutter against him.
Where the hell did he learn such a trick?

Each flick and press sent him even higher, until Bryan lifted his mouth and Hark pulled back, abandoning his now throbbing asshole, to ease his legs back down. Diachi wanted to beg him to return, to thrust his tongue, his fingers, hell even his cock into his yearning ass.

“Watch us, Master, as we pleasure you…” Bryan begged, straddling one leg, while Hark copied his movement and straddled the other. Diachi groaned loud and long as he felt the lightly furred scrotums and hard cocks rubbing against his thighs. Something about it bothered him, but he was too wound up to care. All he wanted was more of this.

“That’s it. Rub your cocks on me.” He lifted his head and focused on the two heads bent over his groin — one blond and one dark as they both lapped at his cock. “I want to feel you coming all over me.”

Bryan moaned loudly, and Hark grunted, but both men obeyed as they took turn lapping at his glans and sliding down the shaft. Diachi hissed as they returned their attention to his balls, each man sucking them into their mouths as the other tried to swallow him whole. Watching with hungry eyes, he was in heaven. He’d never imagined it could feel like this. It was phenomenal and outside of anything he’d ever experienced. So much so, he barely noticed the snick of the KY jelly being opened.
Oh gods, are they going to ride me or finger fuck me?

Just the thought of penetrating one of his men while the other slid deep inside him had his thighs trembling under their weight. His balls drew up tight and he knew he was going to come. “Gonna…”

He tried to keep his eyes open when fingers found his ass once more. He wanted to see his seed all over his subs. “Off. I want to come on your faces – mark you as mine.” He didn’t care if the order sounded like a plea or not. “
Hana
, jerk me off….and
koibito
…” He tried to force out his desire for a deeper touch, but Hark must’ve read his mind. His response was a pair of well-lubed digits pressed gently inside and slid down, even deeper until they brushed over his prostate. White noise washed over him as a fireball of pleasure detonated in his groin, and had him spewing like a geyser. A soft grayness took him beyond awareness into ecstasy. “Fuck!”

Diachi nodded to Carlos as he passed through the security check point at the club. It was still early, but he'd had high hopes of finding Olivia in her office. This morning's stunt had rocked his world, but now he was more than ready to plan a little bit of retribution for his naughty subs.

“
Master Rai.” Carlos punched the release on the security door. “Mistress Olivia is expecting you.”

“
Thank you, Carlos.” The large man had been a permanent fixture at the club for along as Diachi could remember.

Once inside the club, he noticed how quiet it was. Used to the sounds of whips, sobbing
, and begging, the silence seemed almost eerie to him. Making his way down the long hall to Olivia's office, he took a deep breath. His plan needed a little bit of help and hopefully Olivia and her men would be on board. After knocking on the closed door, he waited for her to bid him to enter. He wasn't going to chance finding her in a compromising position with one or both of her subs. The muffled 'enter' could barely be heard. It was one good thing about Olivia's. She didn't scrimp on the necessities — like sound proofing the thick walls.

When he entered, Olivia looked up from the various forms scattered across the polished surface of her desk.
As usual she wore her hair back in a long dark braid and one of her numerous corsets. Today’s was dark purple with light pink accents. It set off her coloring beautifully. He idly wondered if she wore leggings or some kind of skirt with it. With Olivia one never knew.

“
Diachi. It's good to see you again. I was kind of surprised when you called this morning. I would've thought with two subs under foot, you'd have been too busy to take time out to see me.” She lightly drummed her fingers against the arm of her chair. If she'd been standing, Diachi just knew he would've seen her flicking her crop against her leg.

“
Hark accompanied Bryan to work today. With the recent attack on Bryan's assistant, I feel it’s safer having Hark with him.”

Olivia frowned.
“I see.”

Sitting down in the chair across from her, he tilted his head.
“Then why do I hear disapproval in your tone, Olivia?”

She sighed and pushed back from the desk
– rising to reveal a short black leather skirt and thigh high boots. “I know I said I'd trust you to do the right thing, but putting Hark back in a protective role will only do so much. We tried that with Zhenya, and while it worked to some extent, he ended up withdrawing once more when the job was over.”

“
Of course he did. You only addressed part of his need – his protective instincts.” Diachi crossed one leg over the other. “I, however, am doing more.”

Olivia wandered over to the service tray sitting on top of one of her filing cabinets.
“Want anything?” She gestured to the carafe. When he shook his head no, she poured herself a cup. “So have you gotten him to stay in the room long enough to even know how it is between you and Bryan?”

Diachi smiled.
“I got more than that.”

“
Do tell.” Olivia wandered back with her coffee, lifting the porcelain mug to her lips and taking a tentative sip.

“Not only is h
e topping Bryan right now, we’re easing him back into the lifestyle as my sub.” Diachi sat back to watch the blow out — Olivia didn’t disappoint him.

She
sputtered and nearly spit out her coffee. Taking a tissue from the box on her desk, she dabbed at her lips for a few seconds, obviously processing what he’d said. “Look, it’s great you’ve made progress with Hark, but I can’t believe you gave him Bryan. Or that either one of them would agree to it. Bryan is devoted to you. I can't see him being comfortable with giving the same kind of submission to another, nor would Hark be one to willingly take over your sub.”

Sighing, Diachi relaxed back against the chair.
“I had to sooth some ruffled feathers at first, but both men came around when they realized Hark's authority over Bryan would merely be an extension of mine. Part of Hark's issue is the fact is he needs to be needed — to be in control for more than just a mere scene.”

Olivia sat back down, cupping her mug between her palms.
“So by allowing some control over Bryan gives him this? What about Bryan? The fallout from the last time his Master tried to share him still makes me shudder. Allen was a good man and didn’t deserve what happened, and the guilt Bryan carried for so long was hard to overcome. Tell me you’ve at least thought of consequences of this?”

Diachi nodded.
“Of course, I have. But there’s a major difference here. I'm not as foolish as Allen, nor is Hark an unknown entity like Steven. Despite his current struggles, both Hark and I are taking Bryan's emotional and physical well-being to heart. So Hark is there for him during the day at work – which Bryan insisted upon even before the attack on his assistant. Then I take over at home. So far, Bryan seems to be happy.”

“
So if it's going so well, then why are you here?” She leaned back, causing the chair to squeak.

He smiled.
“Because I need a little bit of help with a small matter of retribution.”

“
Retribution?” Olivia set down her cup. “What exactly are we talking about?”

“
Something to remind both Bryan and Hark of their places.”

Olivia pursed her lips and tossed her braid over her shoulder.
“And what exactly did they do for such a lesson to be needed?”

Feeling his cheek
s heat, he forced the embarrassment aside. “My subs decided tying me to the bed so they could play with me was an appropriate way to wake me this morning.”

Olivia stared at him for a moment before a burst of laughter escaped her.
“They didn't!”

“
Unfortunately, they did.” Diachi rolled his shoulders.

“
Unbelievable.” Olivia shook her head still grinning. “The incomparable Master Rai at the mercy of his...did you say subs?” Her brow furrowed.

He nodded.
“Yes. We're taking it slow, but Bryan is guiding Hark back into a submissive role.”

“
Well it's obviously working if they tied you up and fucked you.” Her eyes glittered. “I seem to remember, on one or two occasions, Jude and Micah stripping my control away. It was liberating at the time.”

Diachi stiffened. “
Make no mistake, Olivia, even bound I was still in control.”

Taking
several moments, she mused it over, as if she couldn't equate the possibility of a master like Diachi being bound, and still having complete control over his subs.

“It’s more than possible.
I may have been bound and blindfolded, but both of my men took my orders.”

“
Then why did they bind you?” She seemed to be confused.

“
To pleasure me. My sneaky men were trying to even the playing field, as you Americans say. The day before I saw to both of their releases, but took none for myself. My subs objected.” He smirked. “While I can understand their need, I can’t allow them to think they can bind me anytime they want without consequences. Besides I like being a few steps ahead of them.”

“
So this retribution thing is your way of reminding them of their places?”

He shifted in his seat
, his cock stirring. “Oh yes. My boys will think twice about pulling such a stunt again.” He gave her a knowing smirk. “Or perhaps they won't, when they remember how I blew their minds.”

She leaned forward to grab a pen. “
And for this, you want my help?”

He nodded.
“Yes. Yours and your men. I plan on putting on a demonstration which will not only blow their minds but also satisfy one of your Micah's requests.”

Olivia
twirled the pen in her fingers, her expression eager. “Ooo, tell me more of this plan.”

* * * *

Hark shifted in what should have been a comfortable chair. They’d only been at Sterling Foods for less than forty minutes and he was already on edge. Against the placket of his slacks, his cock throbbed
.
He'd been aroused like this since Diachi had ordered them to untie him. Then he’d commanded them to kneel before handing them each a cock ring from the bedside table. When he’d given them very specific instructions, he'd thought Diachi's retribution had started. But once they were in place, Sir had climbed from the bed, patted both of them on their heads, and went to shower, leaving both of them with aching cocks and matching cock rings. He glanced at the clock – nine o’clock couldn’t come soon enough to remove the torturous device.

“
Sir?” Bryan's soft inquiry had him looking up from the magazine he'd tossed over his erection.

“
What is it, Bryan?” He couldn't help the fact his voice came out a bit rough. He was tense from unrepentant lust.

Bryan got up from his desk and shut the door.
The snick of the lock seemed really loud. When Bryan dropped to his knees between Hark's splayed legs, Hark bit his lip at the proximity of the man’s mouth to his groin. Another facet of their punishment was neither man was allowed any release until they returned home.

“
I ache.” The words were so soft Hark barely caught them before Bryan tipped his head to rest it against Hark's knee.

“
Me too.” Hark ran his fingers through Bryan's tousled curls. “I'd forgotten what a sadistic man Diachi could be.”

“
Yeah.” The word was sighed against his knee as Bryan took what comfort he could. “I never expected him to be this devious. I guess I should be glad I don't have any staff meetings today. Walking in with an erection would be damned embarrassing.”

Hark glanced at the clock.
“We only have about another half hour then we can remove the damn things.”

“
I know, but it’s driving me insane.” Bryan shifted closer.

“
I think that's the idea.” Hark chuckled wearily, letting his hand drop to one of Bryan's shoulders. He began to knead it absent-mindedly. “To keep us aware of who controls our pleasure.”

Bryan stirred, arching into his caress.
“Do you think this will be the end of his retribution?”

Hark bit his lower lip.
“Unfortunately, no. Unless he's changed, this is just a small reminder of who's in charge. He'll have something bigger planned which will probably end up with us begging him for release.”

“
Damn, if that's the case, then we just may want to try it again. I can't believe we got him tied and blindfolded without him waking. You've got some pretty slick moves. If I'd tried it, he'd have woke up and been all over my ass.”

Hark smiled, thinking how they'd
gently rolled Diachi onto his back and eased his arms up. “What can I say? It's a gift.”

Bryan laughed softly.
“No, it's your damned shaman voice. When you started to whisper, I could swear I saw you dressed in a loincloth with a feather in your hair as you gentled a wild mustang.”

Hark hissed at the sudden pain in his chest at Bryan's words.
Teresina had accused him more than once of using his shaman voice on her after he’d coerced an explosive orgasm out of her with nothing more than the ropes and soft coaxing words.

“
Sir?” In tune with him, Bryan lifted his head. “I didn't mean to prod at old wounds.”

The sincerity in Bryan’s gaze had him softening.
“It's okay, little one. You didn't know. Teresina used to tell me all the time I had these mystical shaman powers, because I could make her come without so much as touching her.”

Bryan perked up. “Can you
?”

Hark shook his head.
“No. Not really. I'd just wait ‘til I had her in my ropes and on edge. Then I'd whisper what I wanted from her. She'd go off like a rocket every time. I think it had more to do with her than anything I did.” He rubbed his palm over Bryan's back. “Some subs are very sensitive to ropes and fly very high with very little effort. I lucked out with her.”

“
Or you found a rope whore. There are subs out there who love ropes so much they wear them under their clothing.”

Hark chuckled.
“Like you do?”

Bryan swallowed hard and averted his eyes.
“I don't have a clue...”

Hark reached down and pinched Bryan's side.
“Don't lie to me. Did you think I wouldn't notice the Turk’s Head Rope Knot Bracelet you wear around your wrist or the fact you rub it when you’re stressed?”

Bryan shot him a rather sheepish look.
“I keep forgetting what an observant son of a bitch you are.”

“
Sometimes too observant.” Hark ran his hand through Bryan's hair one more time. “Which is why we need to talk about the security videos we brought home. I watched them this morning before we came in.”

Bryan nodded.
“That's what I assumed you did when you disappeared after breakfast.”