A BDSM, threesome-themed short story
Contains explicit sexual content. For readers 18+
“You’re nervous, aren’t you?” Corbin asked, his deep, low voice piercing through the
quietness of the car.
He gave my hand a squeeze.
Looking out my passenger window, nothing but a sheet of black sky and sparkling stars at my disposal, I answered, “No, why would you say that?”
Glancing over at him, he shot me ‘I know you’re lying’ look, his brow raised in skepticism.
“Maybe a little,” I admitted.
“Don’t be. This weekend is about fun. And Damon and I both are going to make sure you get a year’s worth of it by the time Sunday evening rolls around,” he assured me before looking back to the precarious, narrow road he was currently navigating.
Looking out to the neverending hills before us, I was curious how much further we were going to go. I knew the house we were heading to was on over a hundred acres, but we had already been on the winding road for over twenty minutes. Coming around a sharp bend, I finally made out some distant light. Corbin then pulled the Range Rover onto the steep, gravel driveway that was to the right of us.
Beginning our ascent, I admired how the wayward branches of Monterey Pines formed a natural tunnel over the private drive, the moonlight illuminating their wide canopies and narrow trunks. Reaching the top, Corbin make a final sharp left, and a magnificent home finally presented itself. The modern, stone and wood house looked like something out of a movie with its dramatic, slanted roof and oversized windows that made up almost the entirety of its front.
Corbin then parked the car and began heading around to the trunk to get our bags.
Stepping out of the car, I came around the hood and admired the home for a few moments, my mind wandering to what this weekend was going to be like. I looked over to see Corbin approaching me, his duffel on his shoulder and my roller bag behind him. Looking his powerful, six foot tall frame up and down, I flashed him a smile.
“You know I can carry my own bag, right?” I teased, my words turning into a puff of fog as soon as they hit the air.
“You know I’m a gentleman, right?” He answered and flashed me a smirk, his icy, wolf-like eyes narrowing at me. “Come on, let’s get inside before you turn into a popsicle.”
Before we reached the porch, the front door swung open.
The man striding towards us was one of the most attractive I had ever seen in real life. At least six foot two, his broad shoulders and exotic features left me nearly breathless. Admiring his smooth, olive skin and unruly head of black hair, I felt my breaths begin to come quicker as I thought about what was to come later tonight. Wearing charcoal slacks and a camel colored sweater, he was as stylish as he was sexy.
I watched him and Corbin begin catch up, barely hearing whatever it was they were talking about.
He suddenly looked over to me, his deep hazel eyes bearing a smoldering intensity.
“Hello, Alexandria,” he said, the low pitch of his voice sending a current right through me. “It’s nice putting a face to your lovely voice.”
Taking a couple steps towards me, he reached for my hand and planted a kiss on it.
“I was thinking the same thing. You must be Damon,” I replied, realizing how awkward I sounded.
“Wow, never heard you call my voice lovely before,” Corbin teased and nudged me with his elbow.
Rolling my eyes at him I looked back to Damon.
“Let’s get inside, shall we?” He said. “It’s fucking freezing out here.”
“Yeah, we’re definitely not in LA anymore,” I answered.
My eyes set on Damon’s back as he led us inside, my mind returned to our phone call last week when we had gone over our plan for this weekend. My mind began to rush with tantalizing images...his broad frame towering over me as he pulled my mouth onto his cock, his large hands striking my ass as he fucked me from behind, his-
“Yeah, as nice as the weather is down south, I don’t miss living there,” he answered as we wandered into the foyer, the deep richness of his voice bringing a halt to my yummy visuals.
“With a house like this I can see why. You really went all out with this place, man,” Corbin said as his eyes roamed the interior. “I definitely want to take a tour.”
“How about I take Alexandria to her room so she can get comfortable, and then I can give you guys a tour and serve dinner.”
“And do I get an escort to my room too?” Corbin joked.
“Room? You get the couch, Corbin,” he shot back with a smirk.
Both of them sharing a chuckle, I couldn’t help but smile. I could tell they were really close friends. The few remnants of anxiousness I had had on the drive up about this weekend were now completely dissolved. I trusted Corbin, and if he was this close to someone then I knew I had nothing to worry about.
Damon then grabbed my bag from Corbin. Continuing to look around as I followed him down the wood-floored hallway, I noticed the interior of the home was just as stylish and modern as the outside. Passing the huge, open-layout living room, I eyed a sizable, chocolate brown leather sectional, the cream area rug underneath it and low, sleek fireplace across from it adding to the modern, luxurious vibe.
Soon reaching a door, I followed him inside the room. A low, modern platform bed sat against the wall, its surface decorated with a plethora of white and grey throw pillows. Across from it sat a white leather loveseat and and to its right was a minimalist armoire crafted of dark wood. The room was just as stylish and refined as the rest of the house.
Lying my suitcase down at the end of the bed, Damon asked, “Anything you need before I go?”
“No. This room is beautiful, thanks,” I answered as I looked around, eyeing french double doors that appeared to lead out to the forest-filled property.
“I’m glad you like it.”
The grin he flashed me almost causing me stop thinking entirely, I simply grinned back at him. Noticing just how angular his harsh jawline was and how his full bottom lip all but had the words ‘kiss me’ written across it...I was realizing with each passing second that the picture Corbin had showed me didn’t do him even an ounce of justice.
“And you have your own bathroom right in there,” he added and pointed to the door behind me. “Take you time and come back out when you’re done.”
I watched him leave and then proceeded to unzip my suitcase. Looking down into its contents, which mainly consisted of hiking clothes and lingerie, I was relieved I had at least packed one nice thing. Pulling out the cream-colored sweater dress, I changed into it and then headed to the bathroom to freshen up.
***
Two hours later, now in mid-conversation with the two of them as the glowing candlelight illuminated our empty dinner plates, my nerves began to grow more out of control with every minute.
“You’re sure you don’t want any? Going once? Going twice?” Damon asked as he held up the bottle of Cabernet on the table.
“I will afterwards,” I answered. “I like to be completely sober.”
“Well, in that case, why don’t you go get ready while we clean up?” Corbin suggested.
“Okay,” I agreed.
I then looked back and forth between them, flashing a small grin before getting up from the table and heading back to my room. Grabbing the baby pink harness outfit I packed, I untangled its straps and made my way into it. The delicate lingerie left all of my petite frame completely exposed, the elastic straps and ribbons only acting as accessories to frame my most sensitive areas. Pleased with how it framed my curves and contrasted my caramel skin, I gave my head of unruly curls a final toss and headed out to find them.
En route to the dining room, I spotted them across the way in the kitchen. On my way to join them I stopped mid-step.
“Wait there for us until we’re ready,” Damon commanded, his deep, powerful voice sending unexpected waves of excitement through me as it radiated throughout the house.
He looked up from the wine glass he was cleaning and shot me a brief glance. Judging from the ghost of a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth, he already knew he was beginning to hold a power over me.
I stepped back on to the plush rug. Focused on the crackling logs of the fireplace to distract myself, I heard them chatting amongst each other. Their voices just low enough for me to not be able to make out, I wondered if they were just catching up? Corbin told me that hadn’t see each other in six months. Or were they talking about they were planning to do to me? With each second my out of control anticipation only continued to grow. Feeling like an eternity had passed, I finally heard them begin to wander over to me.
Approaching me, Damon took his time looking me up and down before circling to the back of me. Standing still, I could feel his gaze cutting through me like a laser beam.
“Ahhh!” I whimpered as I felt my right ass cheek erupt into a warm stinging as his palm came into contact with it.
He then journeyed back to the front of me.
“Wow, what a pretty little slut you are,” he said as he lifted my chin up with his index finger.
His smoldering gaze bearing down on me, I shifted my gaze down to the floor.
“Don’t look away from me,” he , his tone halfway entertained
Looking back up to him, it took all of my focus to steady my breathing. Taking a final glance at my breasts, he turned around and began heading towards the sectional.
Waiting for further instruction, I stood in place.
“Since you’re all dressed up, why don’t you put on a little show for us, hmm?” He said as he turned around and sat down next to Corbin.
Put on a show? I wondered. What did he want me to do? Both of their eyes now on me, I was equally anxious as I was turned on. Already feeling incredibly submissive, I stood there unsure of what to do for several moments.
“Go on, play with your tits,” Corbin finally demanded as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Both of them flashing me looks of amusement, they knew they were humiliating me. And they knew that I loved it.
With a sheepish grin I raised my hands up to my breasts. Just the light touch of my own fingers on my nipples sent a burning desire through me. Their bold, approving gazes looking me up and down, I felt my arousal grow with each second they continued to watch me.
Not breaking their gaze, I knelt down on the plush rug. Taking a handful of each breast in my hands, I began imagining it was each of them caressing me. Closing my eyes, I heard myself let out a soft moan as I grew more lost in pleasure.
“Is your pussy already wet for us?” Damon asked after a minute or two, bringing me back to reality.
“Yes,” I admitted, my voice almost a whisper.
“What was that?”
As quiet as I had said it, I knew it was loud enough for them to hear. He just wanted to humiliate me. And I was loving every second of it.
“It’s wet for you.”
“What is?”
“My pussy is already wet for you,” I said, barely able to keep my voice at an audible level.
“Well then show us,” he ordered.
Leaning back onto my elbows, I spread my legs to a comfortable distance. Already too aroused to be embarrassed, I brushed my fingers over my clit and then my lips. Soon slipping my middle finger into my wetness, I let out a soft moan. Alternating between fingering myself and rubbing my clit, I closed my eyes and sunk into my pleasure. Stealing glances at them as I continued teasing myself, the way their hungry eyes were lingering on my body like they wanted to devour me...I knew that if ten more seconds went by I would go over the edge.
“That’s enough,” Damon finally snapped, breaking me out of my trance.
Positioning myself back upright, I then sat on my knees and waited for whatever was to come next. My eyes followed Damon as he stood up and grabbed something out of the ottoman at the end of the sectional. Seeing that it was leather wrist cuffs, I almost let out a gasp of excitement.
Wandering over to me, he ordered, “Up.”
Rising up from the carpet, he then spun me around like a rag doll. I soon felt the thick, yet smooth leather being tightened around my wrists. My hands bound together behind my back within seconds, I grew only more lost in euphoria.
“Now go walk over to the edge of the couch ,” he instructed.
Walking over to the sectional, I watched as both of them began to strip their clothes off. Their broad, hard bodies soon on display for me, I was in pure heaven. Eyeing Damon’s thick, sizable cock, it was just as impressive as Corbin’s. I instantly began imagining how incredible it was going to feel when he finally filled me with it.
Damon walked over the couch and took a seat, my eyes fixated on his massive hard-on that was now on full display for me.
“Kneel down,” he ordered and pointed to the rug below him.
I did as I was told, lowering onto my knees between his legs. Reaching his arm out, he planted his hand on the back of my head. Pulling my face closer into him, he took his hardness in his other hand and began trailing it across my face. Brushing its thick head over my lips, all I could think about was having it fill my mouth.
“Do you want to suck me?” He asked, though from his tone I knew he already knew the answer.
“Yes,” I begged.
Suddenly he shoved his thickness into my mouth. Letting out a moan, I wrapped my lips around it and began sucking him from the base to the tip. Feeling him grow harder with each second as I took him, I let out moan after moan onto his hardness. My core burning with a fiery recklessness and my pussy throbbing for both of them, I felt so out of control already.
“Mmm you’re sucking Master Damon so good,” I heard Corbin say.
I then felt Corbin kneel down behind me. His fingers finding their way to my clit, he began caressing it with just the right amount of pressure. Soon feeling his hardness brush across the outside the outside of me, I pushed my hips back towards him. There was nothing I wanted more than to feel both of them inside of me.
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