Lydia
Krakow was stunning when Jon and I landed; it was old and steeped in religious architecture that I couldn’t help but stare at in awe. The only problem was that we couldn’t keep our hands off each other and that wasn’t the most appropriate thing to do in a church or really around that type of conservative culture. We held out for a little while to do some sightseeing but ultimately we ended up leaving as fast as possible to check in at the hotel where Pat was staying and picked up our own card keys, the younger man would be home soon enough and when he was I jump him too.
“If you keep squirming like that I’ll have to take my belt off.”
I tried to protest around my makeshift gag of my panties and Jon’s tie, but it didn’t do much. I was face down on the bed and the sash from the hotel robe was holding my wrist together behind my back while he fingered me. When I laughed at him for saying he could make bondage gear out of basically anything I didn’t expect him to actually come through with it. And anyway how could I not squirm when he had these long ass fingers that could reach deeper than I ever could?
Jon grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled me back into a kneeling position in front of him. “What did I just say?” he growled in my ear while his hand tightened around my throat.
I moaned around my gag and lolled back against him. He was man-handling my tits so roughly that it was almost painful but all I could do was arch my back and press myself harder against his palm. We’d been going at it like rabbits since we boarded our plane the night before and showed me that just because we weren’t on his private jet that didn’t mean that we couldn’t make use of our time. But now we were in a private suite and I could be as loud as I wanted – gag permitting anyway.
“Is that what you want?” His lips brushed against my earlobe as he spoke and made me shiver.
They’d threatened me with the belt before, and Jon had spent a good amount of time with me over his knee already that I was worked up now. I wanted to know what it would feel like. Maybe it will be like the flogger. Without a second thought, I nodded eagerly.
“Feel the signal then,” he said as he flexed my fingers. “Because I don’t want to take the gag out yet.”
I nodded again while feeling him stretch my index finger out straight with my other fingers curled into my palm. I could remember this. Once he was sure I could remember the signal he stood me up and bent me back over the bed properly.
“Remember,” he told me calmly. “If you move onto the floor or the bed, I will stop. Okay?”
I nodded and flexed the sign at him. He carefully wrapped his belt around his fist and showed me how he planned to do it, just before he took a step back though he made me kiss the soft Italian leather. He took his spot behind me and I closed my eyes while trying to steady myself. When the blow hit I screamed against the gag and buried my face in the sheets. It stung, it hurt, it felt like I was getting whipped with a wire. But then the burn followed it and I started to moan and drool at the throbbing ache it left behind that made me want more.
I didn’t give my hand signal or move away, but I did stand myself up better to get back into position for him. Twice more he struck me with it and I screamed, but my pussy dripped and tightened and begged me for more even as he was untying my wrists and sitting me back up.
“You didn’t have to stop,” I explained breathlessly once my gag was out. “I was okay—”
“You’re okay right now,” Jon chided, cupping my face so I couldn’t look away. “I don’t want to hurt you too badly and I don’t want to have you sub-drop if it’s too intense. Small sessions for now.”
“I liked it,” I protested with a huff.
Jon laughed and pulled me into his lap. “I know you did, you little masochist but spanking is entirely different from the belt – short sessions only, and we have to work you up to a point where you can take a lot of hits. Okay?”
I pouted but he wasn’t swayed. “Fine,” I conceded. “You’re just always so mean to me, depriving me of the things I like.”
“Daddy isn’t mean,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “He’s taking care of you, I didn’t realize that was a crime.”
“Well it is.”
He shook his head and I giggled at his exasperated sigh. We made out on the bed with me in his lap, grinding on his cock and trying to lure him into another game when I heard the door rattle and whipped around.
“That’s probably him,” Jon said, giving me a light push.
I jumped up and ran for the door to fling it open and see Patrick standing there, keycard in hand and looking bewildered.
“Pat!” I cried, flinging myself into his arms. “I missed you!”
“You’re naked,” he said with a laugh. “I could get used to being greeted like this all the time.”
I paid no attention to the fact that I was naked, all that really mattered was that he was here with me.
“Are you going to stand there forever?”
Or with us. I had to crane my neck to see Jon standing back in the living room, or whatever part of the hotel suite that was, with his hands in his pockets and a crooked smile as he watched us embrace. “I require to always be the centre of attention – we just had that conversation.”
“Because you’re a spoiled brat?” Patrick teased as he pinched my butt-cheek. “I do want to come in and sit down at some point.”
“Carry me,” I demanded sweetly, fluttering my eyes up at him. “I’ve been good, I deserve it.”
My expectation is that he would begrudgingly pick me up and carry me back inside, not throw me over his shoulder like a hostage. I yelped and grabbed the back of his pants as he carried me back into the room, Jon was howling with laughter and I could hear Patrick snickering at my complaints. He made his way to the bedroom and dropped me on the bed without a care in the world, I scowled up at him and he just grinned as he climbed on top of me.
“We’re not allowed to say we missed each other anymore,” he murmured against my cheek as he nuzzled it. “I don’t want to miss you, I’m tired of missing you.”
My face flamed and I combed my fingers through his hair lazily while my eyes drifted shut and I hummed in agreement; I didn’t want to miss them anymore, I wanted us to be together without feeling like there was a piece missing. “Me too,” I whispered.
“I don’t want secrets anymore either,” he continued. “I don’t want to keep anything from you anymore, kitten.”
Kitten. My heart melted at his words even as confusion clouded my brain – what secrets? What else hadn’t he told me? What else hadn’t they told me? Another set of hands were on me suddenly, stroking and pawing at my breasts from and upside-down angle. I looked up to see Jon kneeling on the bed and leaning over to feel me up, his glacial eyes were laser focused on my tits and he looked like he was barely controlling himself from taking this further. I turned my attention back to Pat, unsure what he had been talking about and afraid that the lust would take over and I would forget his words entirely.
Before I could say anything he reached for Jon and the world held still, my breath caught in my throat and my heart was pounding in my ears as he dragged the other man to him for a long, hard kiss. Every little thought of them standing too close together, bickering less, Patrick’s sudden loss of jealousy – it all ran through my head again as I gawked at them and the pieces clicked together. I was right. I had never admitted it to myself, and even now it seemed foreign but I was right; they were fooling around behind my back. And out of everything I had done for them both in and out of Plaisir, somehow I found it even more pervy to be watching them kiss like a voyeur.
Jon seemed to realize where he was and what he was doing because after a few seconds his eyes opened wide and he shoved Patrick away so violently that the younger man fell off the bed.
“Hey!” I yelled, shoving him back. “That’s not okay and you should fucking know that by now.” I reached out for Pat and helped him off the floor while he rubbed his arm and winced.
“It’s fine, Dia,” he placated. “Really, it’s not a big deal.”
“It’s not what you think,” Jon began quickly. “We haven’t—”
“Don’t lie to her,” Patrick snapped. “I’m done with it, all of it, and if you want to live in denial then do it but you can’t do it here.”
I looked back at Jon and his face was stony. Suddenly he pushed himself off the bed and stalked toward the living room without another word. No. Jumping to my feet I grabbed the sheet off the floor and chased after him, my eyes starting to water and partially blinding me.
“Jon, please don’t go,” I begged, grabbing his arm. “Please, don’t do this to me, I need you here.”
“Just somewhere else for the night,” he said quietly. “Only for the night, dove.”
“Jon, please—” I broke off and started to cry, he couldn’t do this, not now not like this. “I need you here, you promised me you wouldn’t go.”
He stopped but didn’t say anything or turn back to look at me; his hand was frozen on the doorknob and his knuckles were white. “Did you think I’d be mad?” I asked, hiccupping in the middle. “I’m not, I’m really not—”
“I’m not ready,” he interrupted. “Lydia, I’m not ready for this. Not this quickly, or this soon, or anything and I just want some space.”
“You don’t get space! I didn’t get space when I wanted to see my mom, Patrick doesn’t get space to meet his dad, you don’t get space to process something that has clearly been going on for a while. Talk to me.”
He bowed his head and I cuddled up against his back just to listen to his erratic heart and heavy breathing. He sounded like he was about to cry and I didn’t know how to help him. All I knew was that I wasn’t letting him leave this hotel room even if I had to tie him down just to keep him here.
“About three months,” he said finally.
“That’s how long?”
“Yes. At Plaisir when he got back from Japan.”
When did they even have time for that? I was with them every minute of the day. It didn’t matter, he was finally opening up and all I had to do was listen.
“Christine and I…” he trailed off and I kept rubbing his back for reassurance until he tried again. “I taught Patrick how to be a Dom, and I told you that Christine was my Domme – I meant it. I was with most of her…partners…”
Wow. Okay, that was a little more than I bargained for, I always figured that it was like strapons and dildos and whatnot, not actually screwing her boyfriends or whatever. I was hardly in a position to judge though, and even if I was I wouldn’t because I loved them and they deserved happiness too.
“Jon,” I whispered before kissing his bicep. “I’m sorry that you felt like you couldn’t tell me.
He didn’t say anything but I heard the smallest sigh come from him followed by his badly shaking hand coming to rest on top of mine. “I love you,” I continued, kissing his hand this time. “Nothing is going to change that, especially not this is what makes you happy.”
“Jon,” Patrick said as stepped closer to us. “This is for the best, you have to see that.”
He turned back to face us and I dragged him away from the door. “Don’t go.”
Jon pulled me to his chest in a bone crushing hug, Patrick quickly joined in and I sighed heavily at the feeling of being trapped between them. They were so warm and soft and honestly the perfect pillows. Except for the chest hair. That was going to chafe.
“I like you like this,” Patrick teased, kissing my ear. “Right between us, it works.”
“Like Corrine,” Jon said with a chuckle.
“Do you think we could?”
Could what? I pulled back to look at them with growing confusion. “I’m out of the loop and I don’t like it.”
“How would you feel about us both fucking you?” Patrick asked coyly, his hands sliding down my arms.
I laughed and rolled my eyes at him. “Well isn’t that a novel thing we haven’t tried.”
“No,” Jon interjected. “At the same time. One of us in your ass, the other in your cunt. Double penetration.”
Double penetration as a term sounded disgusting, as a practice it sounded thrilling and like a nice change of pace.
“We have lube,” he continued. “What do you think, dove?”
“Do you promise it won’t kill me?”
“Sweetheart, if it was going to kill you I wouldn’t have asked,” Patrick replied with a huff.
I shot him a foul look. “You know what I mean.”
“You’ll like it, we’ll be patient.”
That was that then. They led me to the bed and I felt like I was a virgin about to be sacrificed – scared, excited, nervous, and thrilled that they wanted me to do this for them. For us. Patrick stripped and laid on the edge of the bed. I crawled on top of him to kiss my way up his chest to his mouth. His fingers tangled in my hair; holding me to his mouth and keeping me from looking at Jon while he came up behind me.
“This will work easier if you relax for him,” Patrick whispered. “I can feel you tensing up.”
Jon’s slick fingers slid over my ass and made me squirm uncomfortably at the pressure. They were going to kill me with their games, how was I supposed to relax knowing that?
“That’s easier to say when you aren’t on the receiving end,” I muttered irritably.
Jon laughed and began to work both digits in and out of me faster, I whimpered and let myself rest down on Patrick when my arms began to shake. “He’s been on the receiving end multiple time, dove.”
Well, that certainly answered that question. I wasn’t surprised that Jon was on top though, he didn’t seem like he would give up that position easily. Patrick worked harder on trying to keep me mildly distracted; kissing and biting my throat, breasts, collarbone, and anywhere else he could reach. Jon worked me open until I wasn’t whining and squirming anymore to pull me back up against him and straddling Patrick.
“You first,” he told the other man with a wicked grin.
I gazed up at him in surprise but he just cupped my chin and held my head tilted back so he could kiss me, and this time be the one to keep me distracted. Patrick moved quickly; sliding his cock along my slit. Oh god. Feeling them both touch me, knowing they were both about to fuck me, I felt like I was in a dream. I gasped unintentionally as he pulled my hips down to meet his; he slid against my g-spot and my back arched at the pleasure.
“Now lean forward,” Jon murmured as he slipped his hand down my stomach. I did as he said and felt myself start to breathe shallowly. “Don’t be scared, dove, you’ll feel a lot of pressure but if it hurts we’ll stop.”
I had no doubt they would stop if I asked them, but my fear was that I was about to be torn in half. These weren’t like the toys I had experimented with a few times, these were men that were about to be trying to use me how they pleased. And there was also the mild fear that the pressure would feel like I was about to piss myself. But sandwiched between them, feeling their warmth and love and breathing in the scent of their cologne like it was better than air, all I could think of was how badly I wanted this. At least until Jon had no more than the head of his cock inside me as well.
“You’re going to tear me in two.” My voice was horribly high-pitched, and they both snickered.
“You’re fine,” Patrick soothed, sitting up slightly to reach my tits. “More than fine I think.”
He was right, ohmigod he was completely right. The pressure that Jon warned me about was all-consuming; there was no brushing or maneuvering to hit my g-spot, instead, my Master’s cock was pressed firmly against it and I couldn’t get away from the pleasure that brought even if I tried. I felt like I was outside my own body even as I clawed at the back of Daddy’s neck and my Master swirled his tongue around my nipples.
They were saying things to me that I couldn’t hear, I could see and sometimes feel their mouths moving against my skin but unless I really focused I couldn’t hear a word. Am I high? I felt high. And I was only getting higher with each kiss, every tug of my hair, and moment of eye contact as they brought me closer to the edge. I knew I was moaning loudly and shamelessly, I could feel myself coming over and over again in little bursts that spread through my body like a wildfire, and my vision was filled with glimpses of icy blue eyes and fiery amber that made my heart pound.
They kissed and sucked at the sides of my throat in unison and all I could do was comb my fingers through their hair and pray that my next orgasm didn’t make me fall apart completely. When my Master grabbed the other man and pulled him to his mouth, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and kissed his cheek. Stubble scratched at me from two sides and it felt like heaven. That was the end of me; between them, kissing them, watching them kiss each other – it sent me spiraling towards a final climax that made me cry out and grasp desperately for someone or something to cling to as I melted into a puddle of contentment on the bed.
“Can you hear me, kitten?”
Mm, he had a nice voice. I opened one eye reluctantly and moaned as I stretched against Patrick’s chest. My throat hurt, my muscles hurt, my whole body hurt. When I tried to speak nothing came out, so I nodded instead.
“Daddy’s going to run you a bath. Do you think you can walk?”
Walk? I couldn’t even feel my legs, how was I supposed to walk? I shook my head. There was a laugh and suddenly I was being carefully maneuvered into Jon’s arms. I let my eyes flutter shut again as I cuddled into his chest. When he set me down it was into a warm, bubbly tub with the water barely lapping at my breasts as I leaned back against the wall.
“You were somewhere else,” Jon said quietly. He combed my hair out and I nodded in agreement. I was still somewhere else, and I wasn’t quite sure this was real. “Did you like it?”
I nodded.
“Did we hurt you?”
I shook my head.
“Do you still love me?”
I nodded again and this time brought a soapy hand up to touch his lips as I tilted my head back to see him. Jon took the hint and leaned forward to let his tongue massage mine. “No matter what mistakes I make I want you to know that I make them because I believe I’m keeping you from hating me, especially this. And I know I’m going to make so many more, dove, but I’ll always love you.”
Tears came hot and fast, I wiped them away as fast as I could but they were already a steady stream.
“Dia, baby, what’s wrong?”
We both looked over to see Patrick coming to join me in the tub, the water came up higher – now licking at the rim and threatening to spill. I reached for his hand and he took it in his own.
“I apologized,” Jon told him quietly. He sounded almost ashamed of himself, I didn’t want him to feel like that. “I’m sorry to you too.”
I reached for Jon’s hand and pulled him to the tub but he wouldn’t budge. There was more than enough room in here for multiple people, who cared if a little water spilled?
“In,” I demanded hoarsely. “In.”
“You’re being summoned,” Patrick teased as he pulled me into his lap. “And you’re forgiven, now get in here before she starts to cry again.”
Jon rolled his eyes but stripped his climbed in beside us. Water sloshed all over the floor and I giggled while pushing myself over to him. I liked this new place we all were, now if only it could stay this way.