Tymber Dalton - Safe Harbor

“New spectator sport for Master’s amusement?” Mac quipped.

Sully arched an eyebrow at him. “Don’t give me too many ideas, buddy.”

He looked at Clarisse and stroked her cheek. She slipped her hands down Mac’s back, around his waist, hoping he wouldn’t move just yet. She enjoyed the feel of his body on top of hers.

“If our girl isn’t too tired,” Sully said, “there’s one more thing I’d like to do.”

“What?” she asked.

“If we can get His Royal Horniness hard again, there’s still one place I get to lay claim to.”

Mac grinned and rolled over, taking her with him and surprising her, making her laugh. “How about that?”

Sully laughed and reached over to the bedside table for a bottle of lube. “Yeah, that’s good.”

“Kiss me, babe,” Mac said. “I get fucking horny just looking at you.”

She kissed him, his tongue gently sweeping across her lips, parting them, tasting and exploring her.

Carefully, so she didn’t dislodge him, she started a slow grind against his hips. A moment later, she felt him start to stiffen inside her again.

Sully caressed her ass, his fingers gently working cool lube into her. Technically she was still a virgin there, if you didn’t count playing with toys.

To have both her men taking her at the same time…She pleasantly shivered in Mac’s arms.

Mac tenderly stroked her back, brushing his fingers up and down her spine as Sully prepared her. When she felt his warm cock press against her back entrance, she wiggled her hips.

He laughed and gently swatted her ass. “Who’s in charge here, kiddo?”

“Just trying to help out.”

He slowly slid inside her and waited for her to adjust to the feeling.

Mac softly moaned beneath her. “Oh…fuck! I can feel you, man.”

This was way better than playing with toys. She didn’t know if she’d come again like this, as tired as she already was, but it felt fantastic.

Sully took his time, slowly, gently thrusting, until his cock was tightly sheathed inside her. “Sit up, baby,” he coaxed.

Mac played with her nipples while Sully wrapped his arms around her waist. “Lean on me,” he said.

She let her head relax against his shoulder as the men found a slow rhythm, deep alternating strokes that felt so fucking good, better than any toy ever could.

Her men.

Sully dropped one hand between her legs and started playing with her clit. “I want another one from you, baby,” he said, his tone growing deeper, dominant. “I want you to let us feel you come with both our cocks inside you.”

She found her own place in their rhythm, slowly rotated her hips as Sully’s fingers teased her closer to release.

“Be a good girl, pet,” Sully coaxed. “Come for us.” He rolled her clit between his fingers as he bit her shoulder.

Clarisse came unhinged as one more climax spiraled through her.

Sully’s fingers clamped onto her clit as his voice grew stronger.

“That’s it, pet. Keep coming for us.” He fucked his cock deep as Mac drove his hips into her from below.

She reached behind her and held on to Sully as her back arched, sensuous explosions arcing through her.

Sully lowered her to Mac’s chest as the men quickly thrust, harder, faster, until they both came. Panting, Sully stroked her back, kissed her spine. “You all right, sweetie?”

Beyond speech, she raised her arm and rotated her wrist.

Both men laughed.

“Guess that means she’s okay, Sul.”

Sully carefully withdrew and walked into the bathroom. Mac rolled them over so he could untangle himself from her, then carried her into the bathroom where Sully was drawing a warm bath.

The men climbed into the huge sunken tub with her, cradling her between them. She snuggled against Sully as Mac massaged her feet.

Sully brushed a wet strand of hair out of her face. “You all right?”

She didn’t open her eyes as she smiled, held up her hand, and rotated her wrist again.

“Green’s good, baby. Green’s real good.”

Clarisse didn’t try to keep track of time. Sully went light on protocol, and the three of them spent most of the week in bed. Until Saturday afternoon, when Sully told Mac to help her get ready for the play party.

The men had kept most of the details from her, but she had an idea that something special would happen that night. Mac massaged her feet and painted her toenails. Her leather collar was exchanged for a new silver necklace, similar to Mac’s, with a small, delicate silver charm hung from it. Engraved on it were Sully’s initials, with Mac’s in lowercase letters beneath them.

She looked at Sully questioningly.

He smiled. “Because at least one thing in our lives can accurately tell people you belong to both of us, pet.”

Sully instructed Mac what to dress her in, and as they prepared to leave, Sully laced his fingers through hers. “For the rest of the evening, unless I say otherwise, we are back to Master, Sir, and pet.

Do you understand?”

Her heart raced. Thrilled, she enjoyed this part of their routine.

She felt cherished and protected, even more than when they were just vanilla together. “Yes, Master.”

“Very good, pet.”

The men helped her navigate the stairs in her high heels. They safely tucked her into the backseat of the Jag and Mac drove. When they arrived at the party a little after nine, she felt a different tone from the men, caught hints of shared glimpses between them.

It might have made her nervous…before. Now, she understood they would do anything to protect her.

If whatever happened was too much, she could always call red.

Somehow, she didn’t think that would happen. Not with these two men.

At least, not tonight.

Sully carried her across the grass to the barn where the dungeon lay waiting. Their friends had already arrived, and they applauded when Sully and Mac walked in with her, each holding one of her hands.

Clarisse blushed at all the attention and bashfully accepted their congratulations. As the party steamed into full swing her anticipation grew.

She saw Sully whisper something in Mac’s ear. Mac smiled, nodded, and disappeared into the dressing room. He returned a moment later with their bags.

Sully gently squeezed her hand and led her to the center of the space, where Mac laid out a towel. After getting everyone’s attention, Sully motioned Mac to stand next to him. Sully looked at Clarisse and pointed at the floor.

She knelt on the towel and assumed a formal kneel as Mac had shown her.

Mac handed something to Sully. “We had a ceremony this past Monday,” Sully said to those gathered. “As you all can well guess, although it did mean a lot to all three of us, there were two things lacking. Well, three, if you count all of y’all.” The audience laughed.

Sully continued. “One, it didn’t allow us both to rightfully claim this woman we love. And two, it didn’t allow me to lay rightful claim to her as her Master.”

He placed his hand on top of her head. “My sweet pet, we both love you. Tonight, I swear to you in front of all these witnesses that as your Master I will protect you, care for you, cherish you for the rest of my life. Do you swear to obey me, respect me, and give me all that you are?”

“I do, Master.”

He held up her leather collar. “This collar is, to me, even more important than the ring upon your hand. It is the symbol of your willing submission and service. Do you wish to wear it?”

“I do, Master.”

He handed it to Mac and directed his next comment to him. “I swore to you when I collared you in front of some of these very same people that you would be my partner for life. And tonight I swear to you that is still true. As your Master, I bring pet into our household to serve not just me, but to also serve you in any and all ways I deem fit.”