Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 133213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
He might never feel the need, and that was fine with Tristan. They weren’t going to be restrained by the relationships they’d seen before. His fathers topped his mom, and neither would ever give up the dominant position, so they shared it. There were other threesomes, though, where there was a clear top and the other man in the threesome was a sub.
They would find their own way. Aidan could float between roles or choose to simply be a Dom and Tristan would make space for him.
“Welcome to the trainees,” Tristan said. “I’m Master Tristan, and this is Master Aidan and our lovely submissive, Carys. Tonight we’re going to show you how to properly frustrate the hell out of your sub. By the way, Carys, we’re on stage and we’re now in high protocol.”
Her head came up, eyes going big. “High protocol?”
Aidan snorted. “She’s going to be fun tonight.”
She was going to behave precisely as he’d planned she would. “Yes, love, high protocol, and that’s the only warning I’m going to give you. You’re going to follow our commands or there will be punishments. Of course if this seems too much for you, there’s always a way out. My sub can say her safe word and then someone else will run a scene for you tonight.”
Carys’s head dropped back down.
Tristan leaned over and kissed the nape of her neck then straightened. “So now she’s made her choice, and we can move forward. She has to make the choice every moment we’re playing. Any time she chooses, we stop, but I’m sure Gabe will go over consent with you. So let’s move on to the part where I make her crazy. There will be times when a simple spanking is all your sub needs, but other times you need a framework to build the tension, to make the fantasy a bit more real. My sub has some rightful anger toward me. She isn’t willing to take tenderness from me, so we’re going another way.”
“Should you explain our form of high protocol, Master Tristan?” Aidan seemed far more comfortable than Tris had thought he would.
“Carys will end every sentence she speaks to us with the word Sir or Master. Normally I would choose what I wish to be called, but like I said, her anger is understandable, so allowances will be made.” Tristan moved around the stage, the better to look at her from every angle. “She will obey quickly and without complaint. She will keep her eyes on the ground unless Master A or I say otherwise. Any infraction will be punished. How does that make you feel, love?”
“Like you’re an asshole,” Carys said. “Sir.”
Oh, she wanted it bad. “Excellent. I didn’t think I had to mention it but all communication will be respectful on the part of the sub, so that’s a hard ten. I’m keeping the count low because she’s going to rack it up over the next half an hour or so.”
His whole body hummed in anticipation. He’d trained for this, spent years planning how he would handle her if he ever got his hands on her again. She would never know exactly how much time he’d spent thinking about this, planning it out and practicing so it could be perfect.
He’d spent at least an hour getting Aidan ready. He nodded Aidan’s way, and his partner moved in behind their sub.
“Allow Master Aidan to help you up, love,” Tristan commanded.
Tristan watched as Aidan caressed Carys’s arms and shoulders, big hands moving over her before he helped her stand. He guided her to cross her arms loosely on her stomach before gathering her hair with gentle hands.
Tris felt his cock twitch when Aidan wrapped Carys’s hair around his fist and jerked her head back.
His free hand spanned both her forearms, gripping tight and pinning them against her body.
They made an impressive, imposing picture. Aidan, tall and broad, looming over their sub’s shoulder, his control of her body sure and resolute. Carys was soft and relaxed despite the tension on her hair, her arched neck. The light hit them, casting dramatic shadows.
Every eye was on them, and they were fucking his.
Aidan turned Carys’s head just enough so he could kiss her, his mouth mastering hers.
Tristan vowed she would kiss him before the night was over. Last night she’d avoided kissing him, but he would get his mouth on hers tonight. He would start working his way back into her life.
“Arms up, Carys.” It was time to move this along. From what he could tell, Carys and Aidan had been fairly vanilla while he’d been gone. If he didn’t stop them, they might simply go at it, and what fun would that be?
Pretty fun, but not the point of the evening. It would be pleasure without pain and not what she needed. He was sure she would take the pleasure, but it was the pain that would connect them.