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The four of them were chained together by the music. The beat vibrated through Erica’s blood. At the same time, she wanted to pull David closer and lean back against Mark’s hard SHIELD’S SUBMISSIVE

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chest. As if he anticipated this desire, Mark moved closer, pushing her tighter into David’s body.

Her dress was thin enough and David’s pants were tight enough that she felt every inch of his muscled physique. She glanced over his shoulder and saw Trevor wink at her as he ground against David’s ass. His tongue licked up David’s neck, and he whispered in his ear.

David’s eyes closed, and he leaned back against his partner. He got hard, and because of the way they danced, he pressed against her stomach. Behind her, Mark’s long thick length also pressed against her. The four of them never broke rhythm.

Being surrounded by men like this was a completely new experience. It was rather overwhelming but exhilarating at the same time.

What would it feel like to have sex with more than one partner? To feel not one but two hard bodies surround her? Two mouths latched onto her nipples at the same time, four hands caressing her body, fingers probing and retreating from multiple spaces in her body?

Would one man fill her mouth while another filled her pussy? Would they alternate taking her one after the other? Would they take her at the same time one in front, the other in the rear? Would it even be physically possible to take the both in the same hole?

Erica’s breathing was getting erratic. Her head fell back against Mark’s shoulder and sweat glistened across her chest. Her hands involuntarily moved upwards and caressed David’s chest.

Mark leaned down and spoke directly into her ear. “Are you imagining it, baby? What it would feel like to fuck us both? To feel both of us surround you and fill you? Making you beg and scream out in pleasure?”

She tensed, afraid he would be upset, having determined the path of her thoughts.

“No worries, sweetheart. It’s okay to imagine. I’m not the type of man to share, but I’ll never begrudge your thoughts and fantasies. Besides, I have to admit wondering, a time or two, what it would be like to watch you fuck another man on my command. To see the expressions of pleasure and ecstasy on your face as your body melts and spasms around him.

But know that fantasies are all that they’ll be. You’re mine, love. Your body and your needs belong to me. I control your responses. I make your body burn. I make those lyrical cries escape from your very soul when I thrust inside your mouth, your cunt or that delectable ass.

I’m the one who commands ‘You may come’.”

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With that, Erica cried out as a climax ripped through her body. Her hands clenched in David’s shirt, and her pelvis rocked back and forth. Mark grabbed her head and slammed a kiss upon her lips, drinking her cries as she rode the shattering wave. He lifted her into his arms right before her legs collapsed. Carrying her over to a small cluster of chairs, he sat down and held her tightly. Slowly, he stroked her neck and arms, soothingly bringing her back from oblivion.

Mark felt her drift into a light sleep as though her body had to shut down and recharge before operating normally again. He kissed her forehead and waited for her to come around.

Moments later, the distinctly more dishevelled duo of David and Trevor collapsed into the opposite chair, Trevor snuggling on David’s lap like Erica was on his.

“Holy shit!” David said reverently.

“Is she out?” Trevor asked.

Mark nodded and pulled Erica tighter to his body.

“Did you know she was that close? Have you done that before? With nothing more than words? I swear I wasn’t really grinding on her or anything. Trevor had me all worked up from behind. I was basically along for the ride.”

He kissed her temple. “Not like that, but I caught on to the fact that she was imagining being between the two of us, and I exploited it then explained how fantasies are one thing but how she belongs to me…in detail.”

Erica stirred in his arms, and as her eyes fluttered open, they went wide and filled with a look of shock and terror as she realised what had happened. He held her head between his hands and stared into her eyes as they filled with unshed tears.

“It’s okay, love. Don’t be afraid. Nothing happened that wasn’t acceptable. You were able to take pleasure from a joint experience between friends. There’s nothing wrong with that. Look over across from you. Neither David nor Trevor have expressed any negative thoughts about what happened or expressed any negative feelings about you. In fact, I think they both rather enjoyed themselves.” Leaning closer to whisper in her ear, he said, “If you look at them both carefully, you’ll see you weren’t the only one affected by our little dance.”

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She felt mortally embarrassed but glanced over to the other chair and saw Trevor sitting in David’s lap. They were kissing again but certainly appeared more rumpled than before.

Trevor’s shirt had been hastily re-tucked and his belt wasn’t all the way threaded through the loops on his pants. David opened his eyes and caught her spying.

David lifted Trevor from his lap and set him in the chair. He came to kneel in front of her and placed his hand on her cheek. “You were so beautiful in your pleasure. Thank you for sharing the experience with us.” Then he leaned down and chastely kissed her on the lips.

“See, sweetheart. All is well,” Mark said. “You can’t shock these rapscallions anyway.

How about we get a drink then I give you a brief tour of the dungeon—unless you’re ready to call it a night?”

She looked around, feeling much better and not nearly so mortified at the thought of climaxing on the middle of a public dance floor surrounded by the three men, two of whom were a committed gay couple. She was tired but knew if she didn’t see all there was to see, she’d go nuts wondering.

“No, a drink and tour sound like just the thing. I definitely don’t think I’m ready to participate in any more public scenes tonight, but I’d like to see what’s available.”

Mark smiled. “Good girl.”

The waiter brought over four waters, and they finished them in rapid succession, having worked up a thirst on the dance floor. Mark took her hand and led her to another set of doors. David and Trevor followed just behind them. Stopping before opening them, Mark turned and solemnly looked into her eyes.

“Erica, you need to understand that beyond these doors there are different rules. In the main room and in this club, the nature of our relationships are understood but not advertised. That’s why I didn’t expect you to behave submissively or address me as your Dom. Beyond these doors is another story. The moment we step in there, you are to behave as though we are in a scene, whether or not we actually do anything physical. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He brought out a narrow, velvet choker and encircled her neck. “I know we haven’t discussed a permanent collar for you, but this will signify to all inside that you belong to me.”

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They opened the doors, and Erica immediately fell into her submissive headspace. Her hand was held within Mark’s, and when she glanced behind her, she did a double take when she noticed it was David, not Trevor, wearing the collar to signal his submission to his lover.

Trevor caught her look and smiled. “Most people expect what you did just because of our size differences.”

Embarrassed to be caught in her assumption, Erica looked down.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean to offend. It’s true I assumed the opposite for that very reason. I know I have a lot to learn about these sorts of things.”

“So what has this lesson taught you, little one?”

“Never assume what role a person plays.”

“That’s good for now, but be aware that next time I see you here, I’ll expect two additional answers to the same question.”

“Yes, Sir.”

She saw Mark smile and nod his head at Trevor in apparent approval of the way he’d addressed her assumptions. Mark led her further into the room and stopped before another man, who had the look of a dominant.

Holding his hand out, he greeted his friend. “Steven, how are you this evening?”

“Good, Mark, and yourself?”

“Excellent, I’d like to introduce you to my Erica. Erica, I’d like you to greet Steven properly. He is the owner of this fine establishment.”

Address properly? Mark never told me how to do that? What if I make a mistake? What if I
embarrass him? How do I do this?
Okay, calm down go with your gut instinct. This is probably a test.

Mark would never intentionally put you in a position where harm would befall you or trap you into
punishment.
She gracefully dropped to kneel before Steven’s boots. “Pleased to meet you, Sir.

You have a truly amazing place here.”

Steven took her hand and assisted her back to her feet then guided her head so he looked into her eyes. “Thank you, my dear. I’m glad to see that our Mark has finally found someone to call his own. If you should ever need assistance while you are here, please contact me without hesitation.”

With that, he walked away.

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Mark turned Erica around and pulled her into his embrace. “That was perfect. I know I hadn’t previously told you how to react to a situation like that, but you went with your instinct and I couldn’t be prouder. Now from this moment on, when I introduce you to another Dom, all you need to do is nod and greet them politely with subservience.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. I admit I was initially scared I would mess up and embarrass you in front of your friends, but then I remembered you would never deliberately set me up to be harmed or trick me into failure.”

“Ah, my sweet princess, you are absolutely correct. I’m heartily glad to see you’ve been listening to me. I see a public scene is about to take place. We’ll go watch, and I want you to pay close attention then tell me your impressions after they’re done.”

The scene took place on the small stage in the centre of the room. A naked young man was lashed to a steel suspension triangle that hung from the ceiling. Using nylon rope, his wrists were tied to the chains forming the sides of the triangle and his upper arms were secured to the steel beam forming the base. The triangle was raised so that he barely maintained connection with the stage. The evidence of his arousal grew as his Mistress circled him, slowly slapping a crop against her thigh. She placed a rubber ball gag in his mouth then buckled it behind his head. Finally, when the room was bursting with tension, she began to lay the crop against his skin.

Erica watched as the man’s eyes widened with each stroke and he cried out against the gag. The crop rained down on his front and back in no discernable pattern, each leaving a telltale stripe where it had landed. Across his chest, down his abs, circling around to mark his back thighs and buttocks. The slaps echoed throughout the otherwise silent room. The Mistress changed implements to a whip and began the process all over again. Each hit connected with skin now slick with sweat. The sub’s chest heaved with laboured breaths as the thin tail streaked across his body.

After several minutes, Erica looked up into the sub’s eyes, watching as they became unfocused. His breathing slowed, and his body no longer tried to escape the hits given to him but instead arched into his Mistress’ touch. Erica had read about that thing called
flying
, but seeing it first hand was amazing. Watching the chemicals in a person’s mind take a physical sensation such as whipping and translate pain into the ultimate pleasure was a sight to behold. Finally, the hits stopped, the silence in the room an echo of its own. Then with a SHIELD’S SUBMISSIVE

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barely there whisper, the Mistress leaned into her sub’s ear and ordered his release. His body erupted in an explosive climax that left Erica closing her own eyes to savour an empathetic sensation.

She was moved by the trust the sub placed in his Mistress. He gave her absolute control over his body all for the sake of pleasure. She wanted to give that gift to Mark. She already trusted him implicitly and had done things with him she only fantasised about, but she knew she still had a lot to learn before reaching the same level as the couple on display.

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Mark walked into his bedroom and saw Erica still snuggled down in the blankets. He carried over a cup of coffee and set it on the nightstand. He sat on the edge of the bed, and she stirred, doing that adorable and insanely arousing full-body stretch she did every morning. She let out a little squeak as he laid down and tugged her lengthwise into his body.

He burrowed his face and slid his hand into her thick hair. He loved the feel of the soft weight flowing over him like a waterfall. His lips settled just beneath her ear in a soft kiss.

“Morning, sleeping beauty.”

“Morning. What time is it?”

“Just about nine-thirty. Are you ready for our next adventure to begin?”

“Huh?”

He laughed at the confused and absent look in her eyes. “Brain not awake yet?” He started to caress her body, stimulating all those nerves still sleeping. “Maybe I should see what I can do to revive it.”

He pulled her beneath his body. Her legs automatically opened to cradle his hips. He felt the heat and dampness of her arousal seep through his boxer-briefs and moisten his erection. He kept hands speared through her hair, anchoring her head as he forced her lips open.

Deep-thrusting kisses fuelled his hunger. The melting of lips, the tangle of tongues, caused their lungs to burn with the need for air as they consumed the taste of each other. She trembled against him, her fingers pulling at his hair as his lips ate at hers. He couldn’t get enough of her, couldn’t kiss her deeply enough or strongly enough.

Her breasts pressed into his naked chest. Plush, hard nipples rubbed into his flesh by the rocking of their bodies. A rumbling groan vibrated from his throat as he tore his lips from hers. He looked directly into her cornflower eyes, now deepened to violet with her rising desire. His elbows supporting his weight, he caressed her cheeks and smoothed her hair back from her face.