Tymber Dalton - Safe Harbor

Her body struggled to make sense of the conflicting messages, the pleasure of Mac’s fingers on her nipples dueling with the sting of Sully’s hand on her ass as he gradually increased the force of his strikes.

Then, both men stopped, almost shocking her system back to reality. Mac stepped in, cupped his hand around the back of her neck, and tipped her head forward so it rested against his shoulder. He left his hand in place as he whispered to her.

“How are you, girl?”

“Green,” she gasped.

She felt something hard, flat, and cool touch her ass. Then a stinging slap.

She realized it was a paddle. As she instinctively twisted her hips away from it, Mac’s other hand slid between her legs and played with her clit.

She moaned as the strokes from the paddle increased in severity and Mac’s fingers plunged deeper into her sex. She gyrated her hips, trying to get closer to Mac, to draw him in even deeper.

“Does that feel good, baby?” Mac whispered in her ear.

“Yes!”

After a moment, Sully stopped and Mac withdrew his hand. She moaned in disappointment. Sully grabbed her hair and gently tugged so she had to tip her head back.

“You want more, girl?” His voice had dropped in tone, deeper, serious.

“Yes!”

“I give you more pleasure, you have to take more pain, too. One doesn’t come without the other tonight.”

Fuck yeah. So far, he hadn’t actually hurt her, the sting from the paddle already dissipating.

But dammit, her clit throbbed almost painfully, begging for relief.

“Yes!”

He nipped her earlobe. “That’s my good girl.” He stepped away.

With the blindfold on, she couldn’t tell where either man stood.

After a moment, she jumped when she felt something touch her clit.

Sully spoke in front of her. “I’m having slave deliver these blows.”

He kissed her, then whispered in her ear, “If you want to be with us in all ways, you will have to get used to us both topping you.”

“Yes!”

She felt Mac stroke her ass with his hand, lovingly, tenderly. Then he laid something she suspected was a riding crop along her backside.

“Now,” Sully said. Her world lit up behind the blindfold as a powerful vibrator kicked on and Mac simultaneously smacked her ass with something much more stingy than the paddle.

Sully whispered in her ear. “Do not come, girl.”

She whined, wanting it, needing it, and felt another stingy blow across her ass. The pain tempered her pleasure just enough she could gain a foothold on her climbing orgasm, but as she tried to twist her hips away from the vibrator, Mac smacked her ass again and pushed her back onto it.

“Do not come,” Sully warned again, louder, deeper.

She felt her tears starting, more from frustration than pain, from desperation for relief and even more desperate to obey Sully.

Mac alternated the strength of the blows, ones that barely made contact with stinging, painful swats that made her yelp and pushed her harder onto the vibrator Sully pressed against her clit.

She couldn’t take it anymore. “Please, let me come!”

“Beg me.”

“Sir, please! Let me come! God, let me come!”

Mac smacked her harder, then stroked her ass with his hand.

“No,” Sully whispered, one hand teasing her nipples, alternating from one to the other. “You cannot come yet. You haven’t begged enough.”

“Please!” She sobbed, desperate. “Please!”

The pain and pleasure melded into one as she struggled to obey.

Just as she knew she couldn’t hold on any longer, Mac stopped and stepped closer. He wrapped his arm around her waist.

“Come, girl,” Sully commanded.

She screamed, the strongest orgasm she’d ever had in her life exploding within her, her knees unhinging, but Mac holding on with both arms around her.

Just as she started to come down from that, Sully pressed the vibrator more firmly against her. “Again. Come now, girl!” he ordered.

She sobbed as she felt another one hit her, not as powerful as the first, but almost, robbing her of strength. Her oversensitive clit screamed in protest as he wiggled the vibrator against her at the same time Mac pinched her nipples. “One more, girl. Come now!”

Clarisse went limp in Mac’s arms as the climax washed through her. Then Sully shut off the vibrator and unclipped her arms. He took her from Mac and carried her to a nearby chair. There, he cuddled her to his chest as he sat and soothed her. Mac removed her blindfold and draped a blanket over her. Sully tucked it tightly around her.

He kissed her forehead. “Very good, girl,” he murmured. “That was my very, very good girl.”

Clarisse felt like she’d been ripped apart at the seams. She closed her eyes and cried, with relief, with happiness, with emotions she couldn’t even begin to identify. It felt cathartic, a release she’d never experienced before, beyond the physical, beyond the emotional.

Sully gently rocked her in his arms. “It’s okay,” he whispered, his face buried in her hair. “Let it all out, baby. It’s okay.”

She stayed curled into a tight ball in his arms, not wanting to move, not wanting the moment to end, not wanting to think, wanting just feel and enjoy the avalanche of emotions flooding through her.

To let him take care of her.

Mac reached under the blanket, found her wrists, and removed the cuffs. Then he rubbed her wrists. She suspected she’d be sore there tomorrow, and her arms, not to mention her ass, but…

Damn. Well worth it.

She looked at Sully. She read worry in his grey eyes.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

He kissed her forehead again and snuggled her more tightly to him. “I hope you still like me in the morning.”

She smiled. “I will.” Mac also looked worried, but she crooked her finger at him and he leaned in for a kiss. “Thank you. Both of you.”

He smiled as he laced her halter top for her. “I’d say my pleasure, but I think you had the most fun.”

Letting her head rest against Sully’s firm chest, she closed her eyes. “That was…wow.”

“Wow’s a common reaction,” Sully joked.

After she felt comfortable enough to sit up, Sully turned her over to Mac. “Go clean her up and let her put her underwear back on.”

At her startled look, Sully laughed. “I saw the panty lines, sweetie.

Get her something to eat, too.” He squeezed her shoulder as he stood and walked over to a man trying to get his attention.

Mac had apparently gathered their gear while she recovered with Sully, because someone else now occupied the bar. Nestled snugly under Mac’s arm, Clarisse tightly wrapped the blanket around her and let him lead her through the dressing room to the private bathroom.

“Do you want to take a shower?”

“No, I’m okay.” He had her bend over the counter as he slathered lotion onto her flesh. The cool feeling of the lotion, combined with his gentle fingers, stirred her need again.

Then she winced as he went over a sore spot.

“Sorry, sweetie. I didn’t cut you, thank God. A couple of those strokes I was afraid were too hard.”

She turned to look in the mirror after he finished. Her pink ass was marked by darker red and purple stripes. Mac followed her gaze.

“You’ll be sore in the morning,” he said with a teasing smile.

He helped her change clothes and put her shoes back on. “Now what?” she asked.

“You need to get some water in you so you don’t get dehydrated.

And some food.”

“After that?”

Hugging her, he playfully waggled his eyebrows. “I get the shit beat outta me.”

Mac let her lean on him for support as they returned to the main play space. By this time, more people were using various pieces of equipment. With her experience out of the way and her nerves settled, Clarisse now had peace of mind and more than a heaping bucket of curiosity. Yvette had Mike kneeling on the floor, apparently free of his humbler but wearing wrist and ankle cuffs and a full hood. She’d attached a leather leash to his collar.

Doreen flounced over as Mac helped Clarisse get food from the buffet. “How are you feeling? Did you have fun?”

Not wanting to be rude, but not really wanting to talk yet, Clarisse settled for a nod.

Doreen grinned. “You’re a lucky girl! I get to play next.” Alex called to her from across the room. Doreen slapped a hug around her before heading off.

Clarisse followed her progress. Sully and Alex stood next to a bench.

She felt her mellow harshing as Doreen stripped and eagerly took her place on the bench while Sully and Alex worked to bind her.

Sensing her discomfort, Mac guided her over to chairs lined along the walls, near the buffet. “You need to eat, sweetie.”

Jealous? Hell, yes. The thought of Sully talking to some other woman the way he’d talked to her, touching her…

Stupid. He’s not yours to be jealous over. That didn’t stop her from feeling jealous.

Mac couldn’t distract her no matter how hard he tried. Bless his heart, he tried damn hard, too. Sully and Alex tormented Doreen, Sully spanking her with his bare hand and implements for a while before breaking out the vibrator. After nearly a half-hour, Doreen begged her head off, pleading, crying.

Clarisse finally looked away when Sully leaned in and whispered something to Doreen, and she cried out as her climax hit her.

She couldn’t stand seeing Sully with her like that. The warm fuzzies she’d felt after her session with him disappeared like dandelions in a hurricane.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” she said to Mac. He helped her stand and walk to the bathroom, then stood outside waiting for her.

She had promised herself she wouldn’t do it, would try to play by their rules, but she cried anyway. The bubblegum and daisies upside to this arrangement—two sweet, hunky men who would let her spend the rest of her life with them—had a dark and thorny underside. She could accept the BDSM aspect of it. If what she’d experienced was as bad as it got, no problem.

But if she wanted to be a part of them, she couldn’t share them.

Not like that.

Mac knocked on the door. “You okay, sweetie?”

“Yeah, I’ll be done in a minute.” She used the bathroom, splashed cold water on her face, and tried for a smile she hoped appeared genuine. When she emerged, Mac looked concerned.

Sully walked over. “You okay?”

“Yeah.”

He frowned, but didn’t press her for more. He stepped around her and into the bathroom, closed and locked the door behind him.

Probably washing his hands.

That thought nearly drove her to tears again.

Mac sensed her change in mood. “Honey, talk to me.”

“I’m okay.”

“Please?”

“Mac, I’m fine!” she snapped. “Quit asking.”

He shook his head. “You don’t look fine.”

Alex had Doreen wrapped in a blanket while he talked to her and held her. Mac probably felt okay with it because Doreen was a woman. She wondered if he’d be as accepting of it if Sully played with other guys.

Over the next hour, Sully took part in several scenes with people, helping out the way he had with Alex and Doreen. Each time he touched someone else, Clarisse felt her stomach knot in an ugly way.

Mac tried to keep her talking and laughing, but he finally fell silent when he realized she wasn’t in the mood for his playful commentary.

After the last scene, Sully disappeared to the bathroom yet again.

Clarisse stood and perused the buffet under the pretense of looking for a snack. She jumped when Sully touched her shoulder.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” She pulled away from the men and tottered over to the large cooler where bottles of water had been put on ice. Mac swooped in and opened the cooler for her, fished one out of the icy water, opened it and handed it to her.

“Thank you.”

He didn’t ask again. When she glanced at him, and at Sully, they wore nearly identical expressions—concern. Sully didn’t turn his focus from her. “Slave, go get our things and get ready.”

“Yes, Master.” He walked off with one last look at Clarisse.

Sully guided her over to the seats and sat with her. “Talk to me,” he softly commanded.

Her eyes flicked over to Doreen and Alex before returning to him.