Stray (14 page)

I wasn’t really that big on interacting with the same sex, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t curious about it. Hell, I’d actually done a little experimentation in college. It had been odd, to say the least. And I’d been drunk off my ass. I probably didn’t even remember most of—

“Alyssa?”

I shook my head. “Sorry. What were you saying?”

“You’ve done something like this before, haven’t you?” He smiled when I didn’t answer. “I didn’t really peg you as a bisexual lover, but who am I to argue?”

“It was just this once, in college.” I punched him on the arm. “Knock it off. I didn’t say yes.”

“You didn’t say no, either.”

“Fine.” I stared down at my slippers. “I’ll do it, on one condition.”

Dylan inclined his head. “Go on.”

“If she’s uncomfortable, I’m out. As soon as she uses a safe word, I’m out.”

“Fair enough. I honestly don’t think it will come to that, but we’ll play things by ear.” Dylan opened the dungeon door and stepped off to the side. “After you. We’ll discuss hard limits and aftercare for her once we get inside.”

* * * *

Setting up the dungeon didn’t take as long as I’d expected. Aside from a change of sheets on the mattress, a cane, and a few items I couldn’t recognise, Marnie’s setup looked almost the same as mine. Dylan busied himself checking the cuffs on the Saint Andrew’s cross while I headed upstairs to turn down the lights.

Before he went to get Marnie, I made sure there was water in the cooler, condoms on the table beside the bed and a pile of blankets neatly folded at the foot of it. Dylan had also told me that I’d be sent upstairs to make tea once the scene was over. Everything else would pretty much be play-as-you-go.

“You ready?” Dylan asked, squeezing one of my shoulders.

I nodded as I tried to get the wrinkles out of the bed sheet. I stopped when he took my wrists and pulled me into his arms.

“It’ll be all right,” he promised, lifting my chin to look at my eyes. “You didn’t mind Marnie watching last night, did you?”

“No, but you also blindfolded me, and she didn’t—”

“Participate?” He smiled. “Even if she had, you probably wouldn’t have noticed. As soon as you reach subspace, the finer details don’t matter. Just the pleasure, the pain and the separation from it all.” Dylan took my hand and guided me over to the same chair Marnie had sat in last night. “Now, let’s go over limits. No face slapping, scratching with fingernails, ice anywhere on her body or hands close to her throat. Everything else is pretty much fair game.”

“But I won’t be playing with her on my own, will I?”

“No. I’ll instruct you the best I can. I just don’t want you to hit one of her triggers.”

I offered him a curt nod and bowed my head. “Noted.”

He squeezed my hands and smiled. “Wait here. I’ll bring her down, and then we can begin.”

* * * *

Marnie’s eyes searched mine as I watched her from my chair, her lithe body swaying from one side to the other when she walked. Here in the dungeon, in the dim light, she was elegant, confident. Almost angelic. Even though she took on a position of submission, her posture was straight. Evidence of years of training.

As Dylan caressed her face, Marnie rolled her shoulders, then stretched her neck. When Dylan headed back in my direction, Marnie did a handful of stretches, touching her toes before arching her back.

“You sure you’re okay with this?” Dylan turned to check on Marnie. “Don’t stretch too far. Don’t need you pulling anything.”

Marnie flashed him a smile, then returned to her stretches.

“So long as she’s okay with it.” I shrugged.

With that, Dylan turned on his heels and made his way back to the centre of the room. He leant forward and whispered something in Marnie’s ear, which resulted in her eyes widening and her cheeks getting a little darker. He must’ve told her about our agreement. Moments later, she headed over to face the cross, her posture just as confident as it had been when she’d first walked in.

I didn’t move. I barely breathed, watching Marnie as she removed her nightclothes and undergarments. Dylan picked them up off the floor and threw them over to the bed, stripping down to his boxers moments later. He walked up behind her, pressing her to his stomach, and I couldn’t help squirming in my chair, knowing what she would be feeling against the small of her back.

I suddenly felt as if I had on too much clothing, and had to remind myself that this wasn’t my scene. I wouldn’t remove a single article of clothing unless Dylan asked me to.

Fascinated, I studied Dylan’s form, his golden tan under the sunken lights. He lifted one of Marnie’s arms, cuffing it to the cross before doing the same with the other. He placed a knee between her legs, spreading them apart. His hand glided down her side, his shoulder moving up and down. Fingers sliding in and out. There was a soft moan, then a whimper when Dylan withdrew his fingers, just as he’d done with me before working on her ankles.

How badly I wanted our roles to be reversed. Seeing Dylan, and even Marnie, in this light was enough to drive me over the edge. With last night still fresh in my mind, it was hard to forget the flogger. Dylan’s fingers. Him fucking me up against the bed. I moaned, shifting in my chair when Dylan looked back at me.

Nodding, he gestured for me to join him, turning back to Marnie before I even got out of my chair. It was hard to walk—most of my bones felt liquefied just at the memory of Dylan’s body on mine, his lips on my clit well after the aftercare had ended. The thought of Marnie making love with her hand. With her toys. Moaning while Dylan and I had sex across the hall.

Somehow, I managed to reach the cross and stand at Dylan’s side as I waited for his instructions. He handed me two clamps with a chain hanging between them.

“Can you put those on for me?” he asked, nodding at the chain.

I glanced at Marnie, having never seen the clamps before. “Where?”

“On her nipples, but not too tight.” He held up one of the clamps, pointing to a screw. “You can tighten them with this. You only want them tight enough so they won’t slip off when you pull on the chain.”

I winced at the imagined pain, accepted the nipple clamps and went to stand in the little space between the wall and the cross in front of Marnie. She was staring straight ahead, at the same tapestry I’d studied until Dylan had put the blindfold on me.

“Show them to her,” Dylan said, grabbing something else from his table in the middle of the room.

I lifted the clamps, waiting for Marnie to nod before placing my hand on one of her breasts. She sucked in a breath, and so did I, pinching the nipple until it hardened beneath my touch. Her skin was soft, her breasts appearing to be a modest B-cup compared to my C.

My mouth watered, and I looked up just in time to catch Dylan’s eye.

“Just the clamps for now,” he said. “They won’t stay on if there’s any moisture.”

I swallowed, deciding I could save that activity for another time. And after steadying my hands, I attached one of the clamps to Marnie’s breast. She arched her back, then relaxed, whimpering as I fondled the other one. After she nodded to me again to signal she was ready, I added the second clamp and tightened both, only up until she moaned.

I pulled on the chain between them, biting at my bottom lip when they didn’t come off. Marnie’s eyes closed, and her head fell back.

“Nicely done,” Dylan said, picking a flogger up from his table. “She’ll be out of it until we take those off.”

“Subspace?” I asked, amazed at how fast it had happened for her.

“She loves the damned things. Gets her there every single time.”

I tried not to look jealous. “But then how can we do anything without her consent?”

“We already got it. Besides, she’ll reply to us when asked to do so. The clamps just put her in the right frame of mind. The thing about subspace is that you can keep a sub right on the surface of it if you ask questions. Make them think.”

“Like you did to me last night.”

“Exactly.” Dylan moved Marnie’s hair over one shoulder and kissed the nape of her neck. “Doing okay, my pet?”

“Yes, Master.” Marnie’s words were slurred, and a smile spread across her face.

“You have two Masters tonight—Alyssa as well as myself. You will treat her the same way you treat me when asked a question. Understood?”

“Yes, Master.”

Dylan nodded to me. “Back up just a little bit. We’ll get her wet before we do anything else.”

A chill ran down my spine as I remembered how wet I’d been last night. He was going to do the same thing to Marnie, and I couldn’t have been more jealous of her than I was at that very moment. Standing with my back against the wall, my eyes widened when Dylan brought the flogger down onto Marnie’s back. There was no warning. No practice strokes. No warm-up. Just hard leather on soft skin.

Marnie flinched and pulled at the chains, her breasts almost touching the cross. The flogger came down again, hard enough for me to feel the air from Dylan’s strokes. And as he had last night, he quickly picked up a rhythm, stroking one of her shoulders followed by the other. Left. Right. Left. Right.

At one point, Marnie stopped arching her back, bending over so her back could get as close to the flogger as possible. When she lifted her head, her eyes had the most serene look to them. They were glassy. She was still with us. But at the same time, she was barely there at all. And with every stroke of the flogger, Dylan pushed her further into subspace.

Dylan and I exchanged glances. “Tug on the chain. Read her body language.”

I took a step forward, reaching out to carefully pull on the chain between her breasts. She whimpered. I did it again and was rewarded with a deep moan. My clit throbbed. Warmth spilled out between my legs. My panties were already soaked, and I was pretty sure Marnie was just as wet.

Then, as quickly as they had begun, Dylan’s strokes stopped. He dropped the flogger on the floor and returned to his table of supplies, grabbing some lube and what I could only guess was an oversized butt plug.

“You can remove the nipple clamps now. She’ll probably scream a bit,” Dylan warned, putting a fair amount of lube on his finger. “The worst pain comes after you take them off.”

Thankful for the warning, I carefully unscrewed both clamps before removing them at the same time. Marnie’s face twisted in pain, and she let out the most peaceful sigh. Her body shuddered, and the longer I stared at her eyes, the less glassy they became.

“Talk to her,” Dylan instructed. “Read her body. Try and figure out what she wants.”

I know what I want.
I sucked in a breath, gently massaging the flesh around Marnie’s nipples.

“Like that?” I asked, taking another step towards her until my lips were hovering an inch from her own.

“Yes, Master.”

I continued to move my fingers, following Marnie’s tells along with my own. God, I wanted to taste her.
I bet she tastes almost as good as Dylan. Almost as good as me.
And her lips. I imagined they’d taste like peppermint. Maybe strawberry jam. I had no fucking clue, which made me want them even more.

And as I trailed my hands down her sides to trace her invisible ribs, I kissed her on the lips. It was a peck. A tease. A way to test the waters. She didn’t pull away. I kissed her again, thrusting my tongue through her lips, deepening the kiss even more when I hugged one arm around her back.

I fisted my hand, remembering what Dylan had said about fingernails and hard limits. Damn, she tasted good. Peppermint and peaches filled my mouth as a mix of coconut and green apple wafted through the air. Her shampoo, I realised, having smelt it before. But never like this! Never this close.

Marnie’s body stiffened when I danced my fingers down her landing strip, around her clit.

I broke our kiss for just long enough to ask, “Feel good?”

“Y-yes, Master.”

I parted her pussy lips, moaning when her wetness covered my fingertips. She was sopping wet, and I knew then I had to have her. I didn’t care what Dylan had planned to do with his fingers. Whatever it was could wait. I had to have her. Right. Now. Without saying a word to Dylan, I uncuffed her ankles, then worked on her wrists while he held her up.

“Where do you want her?” Dylan asked, following my lead for the time being.

“On the bed.” I paused, studying the red and pink all over her back. “Not on her back.”

“On her side, then,” Dylan decided, guiding Marnie over to the bed so she could lie down.

I couldn’t get my clothes off fast enough after that, and grumbled when I tripped over my own underwear. Dylan caught me before I could fall, resting me in the middle of the bed so I was facing Marnie. He settled down behind me once I was comfortable, pressing his knee against my legs.

Following his lead, I did the same thing to Marnie, gently coaxing her legs to open with my hand. We both took a breath, and I kissed her on the lips, drawing tight circles around her clit. She moaned beside my ear, and I arched my back when Dylan’s fingers parted my pussy lips.

“
Christ,
” he breathed into the back of my neck. “You’re fucking wet.”

I wasn’t the only one. Marnie’s eyes rolled into the back of her head when I bit at one of her nipples, sending her to the same subspace we’d just pulled her out of. Dylan slipped two fingers inside me, using slow, even strokes. He was teasing me, giving me just enough attention to make my concentration on Marnie harder than it had to be.

Clenching my teeth, I pushed what he was doing from my mind and focused on Marnie. Without shifting any of my weight, I rubbed her clit, applying a little more pressure when her skin started to blush. Her back arched and her hips thrust up to meet me. I wanted to stay in control, to be a good Master to her, but everything about her was so intoxicating. I couldn’t stand it anymore.

Pushing away from Dylan, I sat up, kneeling near the foot of the bed. I parted Marnie’s legs as far as she would allow, leaning forward to lick her clit. She squirmed on the bed, and I froze when she rolled onto her back. My vision jumped up to Dylan, who only smiled back at me.