Tymber Dalton - Safe Harbor

Clarisse, more tentative, afraid of hurting him.

“Harder, honey,” he grunted. “It’s okay.”

A half-hour later, he felt some relief as the meds kicked in and Mac’s magic touch loosened the muscles. Sully removed his shirt as Mac shut off the lights. Mac quickly climbed into position as Sully relaxed against him. Sully patted the bed in front of him.

“Come here, pet,” he softly said.

She cuddled against Sully. As tired as he felt and as much as he hurt, it wasn’t difficult for him to keep his cock under control. He kissed the back of her neck. “Sweet dreams, baby. Love you.”

“Love you, Master.”

He reached behind him and patted Mac’s thigh. “Love you, Brant.”

He nuzzled the back of Sully’s head. “Love you, too, Sul.”

That night, the drugs had no influence over Sully’s dreams.

Sully pleasantly awoke from sleep the next morning to a pair of soft, warm lips engulfing his cock. He opened his eyes. Mac lay propped on one elbow next to him, smiling.

“Good morning, Master.”

“Morning.” Sully lifted his head and spotted Clarisse between his legs. He dropped his head before reaching down and burying his hand in her hair. “Good morning, pet,” he said.

She mumbled something around his cock that sounded like, “Good morning, Master.” The humming vibration resonated through his body.

“I told pet she could have the honor of waking you this morning,” Mac said with a grin. “Hope that was okay?”

Sully closed his eyes and nodded, enjoying it, his cock pleasantly throbbing against her eager tongue despite the pain in his leg. She was good. Damn good.

Not as good as Mac, ironically, but good enough that in a few minutes he felt his release boiling deep inside him. He cupped his hand around the back of her head. “Now, pet,” he gasped.

She deep-throated him as he came. As he lay there recovering, he felt Mac’s stiff cock brush against his thigh. When he looked again, Mac still wore a playful smile.

He crooked his finger at Mac, who leaned in for a kiss. “Pet,” Sully said, “take care of slave.”

Mac’s eyes rolled back in his head as she sucked his cock between her lips. Sully shifted to his side and watched his lover’s face. He’d always felt a little guilty that in this one way he’d never reciprocated.

Clarisse certainly didn’t have any qualms about it.

Sully played with Mac’s nipple rings. “Hold it, slave. Don’t come until I tell you.”

Mac groaned, his bottom lip caught under his upper teeth as he tried to maintain control.

“You come before I tell you,” Sully growled, “I’ll whip your fucking ass.”

Sully looked at Clarisse. Her hair spilled around her, a beautiful sight. He’d always worried about Mac lacking for this despite the other man’s assurances to the contrary. With eyes closed, she eagerly serviced Mac’s cock.

“Did you want to sink your cock into her sweet pussy while I was gone?” Sully murmured in his ear.

“Yes, Master!”

“I bet you dreamed about it, didn’t you?”

“Yes!”

Sully smiled. He’d had more than his own fair share of those sorts of dreams about Clarisse.

“Is she beautiful when she comes?”

“Yes, Master!”

“Were you obedient while I was gone?”

“Yes, Master!”

“Very good.” He twisted Mac’s nipple rings, hard. “You may come.”

Mac tensed as he cried out. Sully continued tormenting Mac’s nipples until he knew Mac had finished climaxing. After Mac finished, Sully reached over and gently tapped Clarisse’s head. “Very good, pet. You’re done.”

She lifted her head. The sexy smile on her face nearly hardened his cock again.

“Come lie down between us. Slave, I want a demonstration of the other night.”

Mac grinned and jumped out of bed to fetch the toys. Sully stared into Clarisse’s blue eyes. He leaned over and deeply kissed her. “I want to hear you scream as hard for me as you did for him, sweetheart.”

Mac returned and slipped a towel under her. “Do you want to do the honors, Master?” He held up the new butt plug.

Sully smiled. “I want to watch.” He kissed her as Mac slowly fucked the dildo inside her until it was fully buried. When she rolled over, Sully stroked her ass. “You are beautiful, sweetheart.”

She softly moaned as Mac prepared her, then slid the new butt plug home. When she rolled face up again and Mac held up the vibrator, her eyes darkened with passion.

Sully rolled her left nipple between his fingers. “Don’t come until I say so, pet,” he warned.

Wordlessly she nodded as Mac flicked the vibrator on and pressed it to her clit.

She jumped and moaned, squirming under it as he tormented her.

Sully alternated from one nipple to the other as her skin flushed and she grew desperate.

“Please, Master!”

“Please what, pet?”

“Let me come! Please!”

He winked at Mac, who lifted the vibrator for a moment to let her cool down. “No, pet. I want to watch you squirm for slave. He apparently took very good care of you while I was gone. He brought you home safely. His reward is he gets to torment you. I don’t want to deny him that.”

Mac laughed. “Oh, baby, you’re so fucking screwed.” He pressed the vibrator to her clit again and tormented her for a few minutes.

After twenty minutes of this, and her tearful begging to come, Sully took pity. “Let her come, slave. Go for two.”

“With pleasure, Master.”

Sully caught and pinned Clarisse’s wrists to the mattress above her head as Mac held the vibrator against her clit. Squirming, she cried out as the first orgasm rocked her.

Wishing he could fuck her right then, Sully leaned in and kissed her. “Again! Come now!”

Despite thrashing her head and moaning, she couldn’t, she did.

Once certain she’d finished, Sully nodded to Mac, who withdrew the vibrator and shut it off.

Sully gathered her into his arms, where her moans turned to sobs that shook her whole body.

“My good girl,” he whispered. “Very good. Did that feel good?”

She nodded as Mac crawled up the bed to snuggle next to her.

Sully brushed the hair from her forehead. “When you feel up to standing, we’ll all go take a shower, and then we can eat.”

She nodded again.

Mac caught his gaze, a sultry smile lighting his face. Sully leaned over and kissed him. “Excellent job, slave.”

Mac waggled his eyebrows at him. “Any time, Master.”

* * *

After breakfast, they sat and talked at the dining room table. “So what do you want, exactly?” Sully asked her.

She shook her head. “I don’t understand the question, Master.”

“What do you expect to get from this relationship? What do you need?”

“I love you. I want to keep loving you. Both of you.”

“You can keep loving us without becoming my slave, I told you that.”

She struggled to think. She’d never tried to put it into words. “I want to belong to you.”

“Security?”

“Not like that.” She thought. “I don’t want to lose you. I want you to love me as much as you love Mac.”

“You realize I will always love you differently than Mac. You’re not him. He’s not you. Differently doesn’t mean less or more, however. I love you, and I love him.”

“I know.”

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

Her heart raced. “Yes, Master!”

He captured her chin and gently tilted her head so she had to look at him. “I won’t do that without a lifetime commitment from you.

You know that. Not unless we’re married. I know that sounds stupid and old fashioned, but it’s what I want. You need to think long and hard if you’re really ready for that.”

“I have.”

“That won’t give you carte blanche to fuck Mac any time you want when I’m not home, either. I own his cock the same way I’d own you and your body. He understands that. There might be times I tell him he can’t make love to you when I’m not home. Will that be a problem?”

She glanced at Mac. “No, Master. That’s not a problem.”

Sully studied her. When he next spoke, his voice sounded low and soft. “Clarisse, I know you’ll need us to be vanilla for you sometimes.

I understand that. It’s a need you’ll have, and we will do that for you.

But most of the time, it’s going to be like this to a certain extent. The Master/slave dynamic. There will be protocols, obedience, and discipline.”

“As long as you’re fair, Master.”

He leaned in to kiss her. “I am always fair.” He looked at Mac.

“Do you think I’m fair?”

“Yes, Master. I do. You don’t hear me complaining.”

Sully grinned. “But you enjoy getting the shit beat out of you.”

Mac laughed. “True. Still, you are always fair. You’ve never been punitive. I might not always agree with you, but you’re always consistent.”

“I’ll be right back.” Sully walked to his office and returned moment later, a legal pad and pen in his hand.

This made it real. She was really going to do this.

The thought thrilled her.

Sully studied her for a moment before speaking. “If we ever divorce, there will be no second chances. I will never force you to stay with me, as Mac will be the first to tell you. If you ever decide you can’t do this and want to leave, I will help you go, but you cannot come back. Ever. I won’t play games.”

“I understand.”

He paused, gathering his thoughts. Clarisse spotted the old pain and betrayal in his eyes. “I would allow counseling, working on the relationship if you felt it necessary. I would do whatever it took to try to help you through any issues. I will not, however, stop this aspect of our relationship. You will be my wife in name and legal designation, but you will always first and foremost be my slave, and I will be your Master.”