The Dom Collars His Sub [Unchained Love 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 10

  “Definitely the best of both worlds,” he said to them. “Star Trek: The Next Generation and also Miley Cyrus as Hannah Montana, but I won’t claim the point as you’re at a disadvantage right now.” He patted Jubilee’s breast as he stepped in front of her.

  He returned to his bag of toys and got out a handful of clothespins. “Jubilee, you may watch,” he said, removing her blindfold. She raised her eyes but didn’t turn her body until he nodded to Larry. Hesitantly, Jubilee turned to face Larry, and Carey kneeled down, holding the stretchy flesh of the side of Larry’s cock with one hand while attaching clothespins, one after the other, to it with the other hand. Larry’s cock was hard, but there was always some loose skin, in Carey’s opinion, and five clothespins soon attested to that fact.

  “Now it’s your turn to watch, Larry.” He removed Larry’s blindfold.

  This time Carey settled the clips of the clothespin over first one of Jubilee’s nipples then the other one. Next, Carey kneeled down again and sucked her clit out of its protective little hood. Already it was engorged, and he sucked until he was sure it could grow no larger. Then he attached a clothespin to it. There were two more clothespins in his bag and he fixed one to each of Larry’s nipples.

  “That should do for now,” he said, letting them know he was about to try something else.

  Actually, it’d been damn difficult to get the clothespins on Larry’s cock. For a start, he was very hard, but also the Prince Albert meant that there was quite a bit of real estate he couldn’t use. Nonetheless, five clothespins was plenty to make Larry urgently need to come.

  “Kneel and suck him, Jubilee. Use your teeth on his jewelry. Make him feel those clothespins pulling on his dick.”

  She looked so sexy kneeling in front of Larry, naked, her hands cuffed behind her, her pert ass all pink from the paddle. His own dick was aching to be buried deep inside her. But the scene was by no means finished yet.

  He watched Jubilee wiggle this way and that, using her mouth over as much of Larry’s cock as she could reach, licking and sucking his cock, pulling the head deep inside her mouth.

  Every now and then, Larry’s hips would involuntarily thrust into her mouth before he’d regain control and hold himself still.

  “Enough. Stand, Jubilee. Larry, suck her clit.”

  Larry almost tied himself in knots getting his head on the correct angle, but he managed it without falling over, despite not having the use of his hands. He also solved part of the problem by sucking the clothespin into his mouth as well as Jubilee’s flesh, but Carey hadn’t told him not to, as it was certainly one solution to the problem.

  “Stop. Both of you kneel.”

  Carey removed all the clothespins then left his subs there while he got undressed. Next, he had them stand while he changed the handcuffs from behind them to in front of them.

  “Larry, lie flat on your back on the floor.”

  The sub was becoming quite accomplished at kneeling with his hands cuffed, although this time it was harder to lie down with his hands before him. Nevertheless, he managed it quite neatly, certainly without any ungainly movements, far less falling over.

  “Now lie on top of him, Jubilee.”

  When she was resting on the sub, Carey said, “Put your hands over each other’s head so they’re behind the other person’s neck.”

  Carey squatted where he could see Jubilee’s face clearly. “You like pain, don’t you, Jubilee? What if I was to fuck your ass with no lube? I’d push into you and it’d burn deep inside. But you’re used to being fucked in the ass. Your body would let me in. You’d be hotter and tighter than ever, especially with your ass so pink right now. Would you let me, sub? Can your Master fuck your ass with no preparation at all?”

  Jubilee blinked then nodded. Carey watched her face flush and her eyes grow heavy lidded. She wanted him to take her, to claim her like this. He’d known all along she’d agree. However, he would lube his dick, just not her ass. And since they’d ass fucked so recently her tissues would let him in, he knew.

  He slathered his cock with lube then kneeled behind Larry and Jubilee. He held his dick poised at her rear entry then pushed hard. He could feel her pushing out, aiding him, helping him breach her entry. He did have to push quite firmly and steadily, but soon his dick popped inside and he was grasped by her hot, welcoming flesh.

  When he was seated as deep as he could go in her, he said, “Larry, you may enter her now.”

  That was hard without using their hands, too. Jubilee and Larry had to wiggle around and slip and slide, Carey following them so his dick never moved from her ass.

  He could feel Jubilee’s body heating as they slithered this way and that, struggling to get Larry’s cock into her pussy. It was like a puzzle, so close yet not quite right. And often she slipped to one side or the other, until finally everything was in the right place at the right time and Larry was inside her, pressing deeper and deeper, pushing her tissues around him and resting against Carey’s dick through the thin membrane that separated them.

  They were all so aroused the actual fucking wasn’t going to last long, but that didn’t matter. It’d been an excellent session, certainly enough to show Larry that he needed to make a commitment to stay with them. That would be Carey’s next task. To demonstrate to Larry the steps he needed to take next.

  “Together,” gasped Carey, suddenly unable to wait any longer, either.

  They withdrew then slammed in. Withdrew again and pressed deep. They thrust fast, hard, bodies slippery with sweat and excitement, hearts pounding, chests struggling to draw enough breath. Carey knew he couldn’t expect Larry to hold on any longer. It was almost impossible for him to keep control, either. “Come,” he ordered.

  His word caused all three of them to orgasm together. Carey’s seed pumped and pumped and pumped. He couldn’t believe how much semen he had. It seemed to come from his very toes and still his dick poured out more.

  Underneath him Jubilee was shaking and her internal muscles were holding him like a vise as her body shivered and shook. He wrapped his arms around her to stop her rolling off Larry and onto the floor. Finally, he stood up and unlocked the handcuffs, undid the ball gags, and put the toys back in his toy bag.

  “Larry, there’s a conversation you and I need to have, but I think it’d be better if Jubilee was there, too. We should meet on neutral ground. The Wooden Spoon at one o’clock tomorrow?”

  “Very well,” said Larry.

  Carey raised an eyebrow at Jubilee. She was looking tense and apprehensive, so he smiled at her. “All right,” she whispered.

  * * * *

  Jubilee had been to the Wooden Spoon several times. The most recent time, Cameron had invited her and Carey and he’d organized a platter of Oreo cookies as an appetizer for her. She did adore chocolate. Today there were no cookies waiting for her when she arrived, but the coffee was hot and strong and smelled wonderful.

  Carey poured her a cup as she entered the restaurant and sat down, and she breathed the aroma in deeply. “Lovely.” She looked into his handsome face and smiled. His bright-blue eyes gazed into hers and her belly clenched with desire. She loved him so much. Why oh why didn’t he love her in the same way?

  Quickly, Jubilee looked down into her coffee cup, concentrating on not crying. She wanted him so much. She would be perfectly happy if only he’d claim her forever as his. Or even his and Larry’s. She liked Larry, and she’d be fine if Larry wanted to make things official between the three of them. As long as Carey put his collar on her and claimed her as his personal slave.

  “I’m guessing this particular Wooden Spoon is named after the kitchen implement, not after being the person, or restaurant, that comes last in a competition,” said Carey.

  Recognizing his attempt to put her at ease as friends, not as Dom and sub, Jubilee grinned. “Yes, but at the University of Cambridge, in England, the wooden spoon was awarded to the man who earned the lowest marks to get an honors degree. Not to the person who came la
st or even to the student who earned the lowest marks yet still passed. Besides, those spoons were four feet long and were banned in 1875.”

  “But the actual award lasted until 1909. It wasn’t until 1910 that degrees were given out in alphabetical order so no one knew whose marks were the lowest,” replied Carey.

  Just then Larry joined them. He stared at them both and said, “If you two are arguing about trivia again, I’m going straight back home. I don’t have the faintest idea what you’re talking about.”

  Jubilee laughed. “Not arguing, no. Besides, don’t you think the entire concept of third-class honors is kinda weird? I mean, I get the idea of honors and doing well, but third class? Reminds me of those trains they used to have with first-class, second-class, and third-class seats.”

  “Third class just had open holes, not real windows,” said Carey. “I’ve lived in places where they have that kind of train, when I was growing up overseas.”

  “One year my parents gave me a set of encyclopedias. They got them from someone who’d just gotten the Internet connected and didn’t want them anymore. I read all the way through to ‘T’ until I got bored with them,” explained Jubilee, who’d noticed Larry still looked confused.

  Just then the server arrived and they ordered their meal. But Jubilee was feeling relaxed now and able to eat. Before, she’d been so tense she was pretty sure she couldn’t have swallowed a bite. Now she’d accepted that Carey couldn’t possibly have chosen to taken them all out to lunch just to tell her he didn’t want her anymore. That he had all he needed in Larry. He wasn’t a cruel person, so whatever he planned to say might be different but shouldn’t be devastating. She could deal with that.

  While they ate they chattered like old friends. She was learning more about Larry as he opened himself up to her and Carey, and everything about him that he revealed, she appreciated. He took his job so seriously, genuinely caring about the property and the people.

  “Are you going to allow Leticia to redo that back garden?” she asked.

  “Allow? Hell, I can’t wait for her to start. Every time I go there I think how badly it needs love and attention. I’m sure there’s still vegetables and other good things under all the weeds. I’m absolutely thrilled she wants to take it on.”

  “What about Sam?” asked Jubilee.

  “At least at the start she’s going to need a man out there with her anyway, to do the heavy weeding, pruning, and digging. Oliver’s keen to help her and Omar is fine to assign him to the garden. If Oliver’s not available one of the older men can help her. That should satisfy Sam for now. Later…” Larry shrugged.

  “Has Sam…settled down somewhat?” Carey asked.

  “Good question. I’d like to say the judge put the fear of God into him, but I think he’s just pretending to comply, and I’m constantly waiting for him to do something outrageous again. I know for a fact Omar doesn’t trust him either, and that worries me, too. Omar may be an arrogant cat, but he’s not stupid.”

  Jubilee hid a smile. So cats and dogs did still fight. The old saying was as true as ever. But Omar was a tad bossy. That much was accurate.

  There was a moment’s silence before Carey cleared his throat. Jubilee raised her gaze to his. What was he about to say? Was he going to discard her after all? Suddenly, the delicious meal she’d just eaten started to roil in her stomach and saliva filled her mouth. Oh shit, was she going to throw up?

  Carey stared at her then gave her the world’s sexiest grin. Her stomach stopped bouncing and her panties dampened. Now her body was sweating for a completely different reason. Every time he looked at her like that she wanted him to take her. Immediately.

  “I think it’s time we all told each other what we want out of our relationship. Each of you has said various things to me, but I’m sure you haven’t told me everything. But the time has come for everyone to be up front about everything they want from our triad, both in the short term and in the longer term. We’re meeting here because it’s neutral territory. Here we can talk as three equal members of our little group,” said Carey.

  That was a clever move by Carey. No Dom or sub or switch. No business manager of the community in which they all lived.

  “Jubilee, you start.”

  Can I? Can I bare my soul like that?

  Well if I don’t, I can never complain if it doesn’t come true, can I? Where is the woman who told Leticia to go get what she wants?

  Taking a deep breath, Jubilee glanced from Larry to Carey and back to Larry. “For a long time I’ve wanted to be Carey’s slave formally and officially. To wear his collar. To belong completely and utterly to him. If we’re to become a permanent threesome, I’m happy for you to…um…exercise all your preferences in our relationship, Larry. I do like you, very much.”

  “Larry?”

  “I’d rather speak last, if you don’t mind.”

  “Or even if I do mind?” Carey grinned. “All right. I’ve known for a while how Jubilee feels, but I wasn’t ready to tie her to me, because although I love her and want her, I felt something was missing from our relationship. Larry, you’ve filled that empty space. With you in our relationship as well, I feel complete. At this stage I still don’t think I could allow you to Dominate me, but if you wanted to Dominate Jubilee sometimes, as long as I was in the dungeon as well, I could deal with it. I’d like us to be acknowledged as a committed unit. A triad. If that means people need to see you as more Dom than sub, I could go with that.”

  Jubilee wasn’t sure whether that was good news or not. She’d thought Carey would finally claim her if she was the perfect sub, that it was because of her failings that he wouldn’t collar her. And he still hadn’t said he’d claim her or collar her. On the other hand, it certainly seemed as if he wanted the relationship to continue, that he wanted and needed them both. Well, it all hangs on what Larry wants.

  Jubilee lowered her gaze to the tablecloth. She couldn’t meet Larry’s eyes, didn’t want to see rejection of herself in them. No, I must look. If I don’t stand up for what I want, I’m betraying my own selfhood.

  Larry smiled at her then at Carey. “If we’d had this conversation a few weeks ago, what I’m about to say may have been quite different. It’s only very recently that I’ve come to see how very freeing it is to be myself. All my life I’ve hidden my shifter side, hidden my sub side, hell, hidden almost anything personal about myself. Because of my job, I haven’t dared let anyone know the real me, so my life has been strictly compartmentalized, with each group of people only knowing that particular side of me.”

  Carey was nodding. Jubilee was sitting on the edge of her chair, fingers knotted together, hardly daring to breathe. What would he say next?

  “I love my job, but it’s a balancing game, keeping everyone’s interests in synch so no one group is supreme over the others. The well-being of the community as a whole needs to be supreme, and that’s not always easy to do, nor is it even clear how to achieve it. Only when I ran as a wolf with the other wolves did I understand how much I needed to do that, to let my wolf out to play. I’ll be shifting more regularly in the future. And only with both of you in the dungeon has my sub side been fulfilled. At some future time I may need to be a Dom in the dungeon, but I’m beginning to think all the Dom needs in me are more than fulfilled by whipping all the other Doms and shape-shifters plus an Alpha into line in my job. I’m ready to ‘come out’ as your partner now.”

  “Does that mean you’re ready for some kind of commitment ceremony? Or just that you don’t mind people finding out we play together?” asked Carey.

  “I reckon people have already worked out we play together after the scene we did at the party. I won’t wear a collar, but I’ll support you in a ceremony collaring Jubilee. And I’m ready to commit to us as a threesome, as long as I’m recognized as a switch. Between the three of us, I think I’m happy to be a sub in the dungeon. But there may come a time when I need to let my Dom out to play.”

  “Very well. I’ll pla
n a commitment ceremony for the three of us, and a collaring ceremony for Jubilee. Are we all on board with that?”

  “Yes.”

  Jubilee was so happy she thought she might burst. At last Carey was going to collar her, and Larry would stay with them. Nothing could make her happier than that. “Oh yes,” she replied.

  * * * *

  A commitment ceremony was a private thing between the three of them, usually a precursor to a formal bonding ceremony. Carey had not mentioned a formal bonding, and he didn’t think Larry was ready for that yet. But somehow Jubilee’s collaring had to be included, and that was an added complication as well as an extra dimension. Collaring could be either private or communal, and Carey decided Jubilee would prefer it to be done surrounded by her community. After all, this had been her heart’s desire for over a year now.

  So perhaps Jubilee’s collaring should be done first, with Larry also participating. Not collaring her, that was for Carey to do himself, but perhaps saying something to her. Then the three of them would go somewhere for their commitment ceremony.

  But where would they live? He couldn’t put Larry in an awkward position as business manager of Carnal Connections by asking him to allocate them extra space. Or could he? If he could keep his little apartment, he could use it as his office during the day and he could get another couch so it could function as a private living area for them to relax in. But there was no way they could all live there. He could buy a bigger bed, but there was nowhere for the others to put their possessions. Already his own gear was piled in boxes against one of the walls as he had no place to store it.

  Would it work if they didn’t actually live together? As long as they could hang out together in their spare time?