(Shan's POV - Sat. 27 September 2014)

I can't believe I am already done with the first part of my training to become a certified bartender! I swear time flew by!

This second week has been extremely intense but so very interesting. I learned a lot about strong liquors and how they can be mixed with other liquids and ingredients, but I can't wait for the advanced training on cocktails and to put theory into practice next week at the Black Moon.

Last Wednesday afternoon, while Mark was on a business day-trip to Boston, Aaron picked me up from school and drove me back home. As promised, he had already dealt with all the administrative process with the training center, paid for the tuition fee and prepared my contract. We reviewed all the details quietly at the dining table before I signed.

I am clearly getting to love signing contracts these days, and the next one should be for a permanent job at the nightclub! I just can't wait! I'm so freaking happy about this! When Aaron made his offer last weekend, I was a bit perplexed at first, afraid that Mark was behind this, but he promised he wasn't and that it was his friend's idea. This reassured me, because he's already doing so much for me, and I want to prove that I am motivated to pull through myself. I wanted to show him I could seek for a job myself.

Unfortunately, I didn't have anything to do here since I was offered this one on a silver plate, but I couldn't miss such an opportunity. Now I am willing to also prove that I can be a reliable and stable person, so I'll do my best to not disappoint.

I just can't afford to fuck up on that one, especially not after Aaron told me he was going to start working on my permanent contract next week, even though I haven't completed the training yet. I trust you to do your best, Buddy, Aaron said in his deep and authoritative voice on Wednesday. Well, he can count on me! Working in a nightclub is exactly what I want, so I'll make it happen.

In the future, I should be working on the first shift with Randy at the Black Moon – that is from 4 to 11 pm – Wednesday through Saturday. The guy who has resigned was on that shift too, so it should become permanent, which suits me just fine as it will leave me Mondays and Tuesdays off to spend time with Mark. Working on night shifts scared me a bit in the beginning, because it meant having less time with Mark, but he said we would adapt. Since he's his own boss, he can adjust his schedule and said he would simply swap his morning tasks to the evening.

My only concern is the Black Diamond. Finishing at 11 pm means I might not be able to spend as much time with my friends anymore, but Aaron said he will find a solution, like make me work on Sundays instead of Saturdays. That would be much appreciated.

The horizon looks definitely brighter now, and I'm in the greatest mood when I walk into the Subs' Room, overexcited and almost bouncing, which earns me a bit of teasing from Ed and Mick, two of my new friends at the club. These two guys are my favorite here, even if I have a tiny preference for Ed because he's kind of mischievous – like me!

Liam has not arrived yet, but he sent me a text to say he'd arrive a bit later, so I head to my locker and undress to start prepping.

I have gotten used to the prepping routine and since I'm not modest, I don't even bother with keeping my underwear and go naked to the shower area like many others do. After I have done my enema, I step into a shower stall to start shaving, thinking I should have waited for my friend to help me. Or maybe I should have called for Ed's help. It's much easier to have some specific parts done by someone else! In the end, it takes me more time to get rid of all my hair down there, but I still do it scrupulously now that I know how Mark loves my privates all smooth.

I'm still in the shower stall, wiping myself dry, when two other Subs arrive, and I overhear their conversation.

"Tonight's going to be great!! It's been a long time since I last participated in a threesome in public!!" one of them says eagerly.

Hmm... Interesting! I wonder if it's going to be two Doms and one Sub or one Dom and two Subs!

Last Saturday night, the first part of the show implied a Submissive having both his holes used by two Dominants on a bench, and it was so fucking hot! It clearly reminded me of a few similar experiences I had in the past, turning me on to no end. Watching the second show while my Master was edging me quickly turned into torture, even if he let me explode in his hand at some point. Now I would love to see a different scene with two Subs pleasing a Dom!

"I'm a bit anxious... This is going be the first time I do one on stage..." the other guy replies with obvious worry in his voice.

"Don't worry, David, it'll work out fine! I'll be here to support you, and Master Eric is a great Dominant, he will know how to make you feel at ease."

"Yeah, I'm sure he will, but that's still a bit stressful. I'm so scared to mess up..." the shy guy worries.

"You won't. I was thinking the same the first time I had a threesome in public. I was so stressed to play a scene with Master Mark! I was afraid to mess up one way or the other, but mostly I was scared to come before I had his permission to..."

Are they talking about my Master Mark?

"Master Mark was pounding into me while another Sub was giving me head, so you can imagine how hard it was to contain myself... but Master Mark was great! Each time he felt I was getting too close, he would slow down his pace and tell Tony to stop sucking, and in the end, it all went well! When the Dom is good, you can't mess up, and Master Eric is just as good as Master Mark, trust me!"

Shit! I'm hearing too much here. I should have made some noise when they arrived, they would have known they were not alone in here! Although it seems like more Subs have joined since I went to shower.

"I can imagine how great it must have been with Master Mark! He's so fucking sexy!!" the shy David exclaims before he lowers his voice. "It's been a long time he hasn't performed a threesome in public... He used to do so many!"

Oh my God... This is getting better and better... Or worse and worse...

"He signed a contract with a new Sub, didn't you know?"

"Yes, I know, Corey... but from what I heard about him, that shouldn't prevent him from adding a Dom or a Sub once in a while..."

"Maybe that's a hard limit for his Sub..." the Corey-guy suggests.

A threesome being a hard limit for me? Huh... no way!! I even graded multiple-partner scenes with a four on my activity sheet! I must get out of here, but not until they have gone into a toilet stall. I can't reveal my presence now!

"That would be such a shame... I wouldn't mind playing the third wheel..."

"Shaaaaaan!?" Liam's voice calls from a distance before it becomes clearer as he walks into the shower area. "Shan!? Are you in there?"

Oh great!!! Thank you, Lili!!! Now these guys will know I overheard their conversation!

"Oh, hi Corey and David! Have you seen my friend Shannon?"

Shit! I guess I can't keep quiet any longer now.

"I'm coming Li, I'll be a ready in a second..." I call out, and I wish my voice wasn't that hoarse.

"Umm... Let's go shower together, Corey..." I hear the shy guy stutter. Yeah right... Are you not supposed to do your enemas first?

I wrap my towel around my waist and rush out once I have heard the door to their own stall shut, surprised to find Liam already dressed in his tiny shorts. The Subs' room is now much more crowded as I head back to the lockers.

"Are you okay?" my friend asks, squinting at me suspiciously as I walk past him. "Shan!?"

"Yeah fine," I cheer, trying to get rid of the upset mask on my face. "How come you didn't prep here?"

"Hmm... Josh wanted me to prep in his private playroom tonight..." he replies, his face flushing red.

Oh Gosh... I know what this means!

"You got a toy up your ass, right?" I smirk, peeking at the blatant erection he is sporting in his tight shorts, and he only rolls his eyes in answer. "I'll get dressed quickly and then we can go dancing."

As I put on my usual outfit and smear a bit of oil all over my body, my mind returns to the conversation I overheard. I don't get why it makes me so upset. I've never been the jealous-type of guy! And yet, right now, I just want to get out of here before the two guys are back to the lockers. I can't put a face on their voices or names, but they're probably boys I have met here before, and they obviously know who I am. All I know is that I don't want to cross their path tonight or see them, so I'll even have to scheme a plan to avoid watching the show.

"You sure you're okay, Shan?" Liam asks with concern when I'm ready and putting my stuff back inside my locker. "You look... upset..."

"I told you I'm fine!" I reply, a bit more coldly than I meant it. Shit! I don't want to upset my friend! "Let's go dancing, Li," I add more softly, grabbing his hand and leading him out of the Subs' room.

"I don't know how long I'll last on the dancefloor, Shan. Josh has a remote control and he keeps switching the damn thing on and off..." Liam whispers in my ear as we reach the Black Diamond, causing me to stop in my tracks and squint at my friend. He just shrugs his shoulders with a mischievous smile, and leads me inside. Such a kinky guy!! I love the idea of a plug being controlled from a distance!

As we dance, I can see that Liam isn't extremely comfortable, wriggling more than he usually does. Poor guy must be on edge by now, and in any other occasion, it would have aroused me, but tonight, I can't help thinking about this conversation I heard in the Subs' room. I don't even know why it's bugging me like this. I don't think it's jealousy because, let's face it, Mark has a past here, and I know he played with a lot of Subs before me. And honestly, I don't mind; after all, I'm the one he said I love you to. So why do I feel so bothered?

Liam's usual group of Sub friends has joined us, and I eventually start enjoying myself with Ed, Mick and the twins, Eric and Tony. After a few minutes, I lose myself to the rhythm of the music with the guys, grinding and humping against each other's butts, but my dark mood never really fades away.

"Shan... I'll go to Joshua now..." Liam shouts in my ear at some point, breathing heavily. "It's almost time to join them to watch the show anyway..."

Oh, yes... the show... I have a plan to avoid it, though!

"Go ahead, Li! I'll stay a little bit more!"

"Shan, the show starts in less than ten minutes now..."

"Don't worry, Bunny! I'll meet you there!" I insist, and my friend finally goes to the lounge area while I move further into the crowd with Ed.

Ed is such a cool guy! He's really cute with his silky brown hair and mischievous eyes. From our recent conversations in the Subs' room, I have gotten to know him a bit more and he's told me a lot about his past experiences at the club. It turns out that he had just been certified a Submissive in a club called the Tiny Room when Aaron moved into Chicago back in 2008. The Master Dom had taken over that club while the current Black Diamond was being built.

So far, Ed has never wanted to really settle down because he much prefers keeping his freedom to use as many Doms as he can, but I think there is another reason. It seems like the young man enjoys fooling around with other Subs, and exactly like me, he likes topping occasionally.

"Are you not supposed to meet Master Mark for the show, Shannon?" he asks.

"Naaah..." I lie, and dismiss the conversation as I engage him into a wild and languorous dance.

Mark will probably be pissed that I don't attend the show with him, but I'd rather get punished than to watch the two Subs who must have guessed I overheard their conversation. And especially not beside the man they mentioned! I still can't pinpoint why I am so puzzled by what they said, and I don't want my Master to notice my discomfort.

"Shan... you sure you're not supposed to go..." Ed repeats after about five minutes, and there's fear both in his voice and on his face.

I don't have time to ponder on this as two hands firmly grip my waist and force me to stop squirming, and I have no doubt on their owner's identity. Of course, he was going to come and get me on the dancefloor! I should have thought about that, but as usual, I didn't think through my plan enough!

One of Mark's hands reaches for the nape of my neck while the other one grasps my left upper arm, and there he is, firmly leading me across the dancers and toward the lounge area, leaving me no other choice than to follow him. I could try and protest, but it would only worsen my case, because I doubt he'd appreciate a scene with an audience – at least not that sort of scene.

I keep my eyes lowered, thus unable to see the expression on his face, but it's probably better this way. From the darkness of the room, I can tell that the show has begun, and I just dare a brief glance up when we reach our usual spot. Liam is on Master Joshua's lap, the latter already palming my friend's erection. Master Camden has a dark-blond-haired twink kneeling between his legs, hands tied behind his back. And the Master Dom has two Subs on each side of his legs! Lucky Master Aaron sounds greedy tonight, which only fuels my uneasiness toward the earlier situation in the showers.

Mark goes to sit on Master Camden's left as usual, and I drop to my knees on his right side. On any other evening, he would have made me sit over his lap, but I don't think it will happen tonight. Bad boys only deserve to kneel by their Masters' feet, and only good boys get pleasure, he explained to me some time ago. To be honest, I won't really mind this time: this way, I only have to keep my eyes locked on the floor and I won't have to watch the scene unfolding on stage.

"You do have permission to watch the show, Pet," Mark says a few minutes later as he leans over to whisper in my ear.

I lightly shake my head in answer, but I remain silent, not wanting to sound rude or to make the situation worse. Mark reclines in his seat, but I can feel his eyes bore into my head. I try to focus on what my lowered head will allow me to see, but there's not much other than the wooden floor and Master Camden's Sub. This is when I notice that the poor guy's manhood is straining in a metal cage, and that he is now sucking on the Dominant's cock, his hands still bound at the small of his back. Poor guy doesn't even have a pillow under his knees!

"You should watch the show, Pet... It's getting really hot..." Mark tries again a bit later.

Jeez! Can't he leave me alone? Once again, I just shake my head.

"What's wrong, Pet?" he asks, leaning further so that he can whisper in my ear. "Answer!"

"Nothing, Master..." I reply, feeling more people's eyes on me now.

This is getting embarrassing, and I don't want to bring shame to him, so I eventually raise my head to watch the show for a little while to please him, hoping he will stop drawing everyone's attention on me.

Now that I can see the two twinks on stage, I vaguely recall meeting them a few times in the Subs' room before. One of them is kneeling behind the other, slowly thrusting in and out of him while the one at the front is sucking on the Dominant's rod. Their position is so fucking hot that my cock hardens at once. I have already experienced being sandwiched between two men. I have even been double-penetrated. But right now, I can imagine myself giving head to my Master while another man pounds into my ass... or even better: me ramming into someone's butt while that someone sucks on my Master's dick. That would be so freaking awesome!!

However, just as the three men on stage are about to reach their release, I cast my eyes down again, not willing to torture myself with hopes for something I might never get. Why not, though? If I judge by the conversation I overheard in the Subs' room, Mark used to be quite the specialist for threesomes, and I did grade multiple-partner sex as a huge turn-on for me! Yet... I can't help feeling a bit guilty at these thoughts. Shouldn't my Master be enough for me?

As the lights come back, I startle when Mark suddenly gets up and grabs my hand to pull me up. Master Aaron and his two Subs have already left, Liam is slowly bouncing on Master Joshua's erection, and Master Camden is having his cock licked clean by his Sub of the night. Without a word, Mark drags me toward the exit of the Black Diamond, but once out in the corridor, instead of taking a right to the private playrooms, he directs me to the left.

"Go change yourself. I'll be waiting for you in the car," he orders, and before I have had time to protest, he has turned around and left toward his private room.

Well done, Shan! Now he's upset!

Not willing to worsen my case, I hurry to the Subs' room and change into my regular clothes as fast as I can. As I do so, I realize that my bratty attitude tonight was completely silly. Not meeting him on time at the couch certainly pissed him already, but my sulking must have only aggravated his mood, especially around all his best friends and for no obvious reason. Damn! I have really ruined the evening and I wouldn't be surprised if he makes me sleep in the guestroom tonight. Unless I buy myself back...

Although I was really quick in the locker room, Mark is already waiting for me inside his car, the engine idling. The atmosphere is cold and as soon as I have fastened my seatbelt, he drives off without a word. I bet I'm in for another lecture on communication. Isn't it crazy that I can't seem to get that right? The worst part is that I know I should have gone and talked to him! Things would have been easier! Maybe I should start with an apology?

"Permission to speak, Master?" I ask in a small voice, witnessing how his fingers clutch harder on the steering wheel, his knuckles whitening.

"Not yet. We'll speak at home," he replies dryly, but I guess I couldn't expect any less.

I decide that I should let him calm down first. The rest of the ride is deafeningly quiet, and when we get home, after he has hung our jackets in the closet, he turns to me and stares me down. I can't really read his expression, I can't say if it's anger or disappointment, though probably a bit of both.

"Are you hungry? Thirsty? Do you need the restrooms?" he asks in his coldest tone.

"No, Master..."

"Playroom then!"

At this order, I scamper to the playroom where I swiftly undress and go to the center, kneeling at attention and waiting for him while he does whatever he has to. For once, I'm not aroused by the situation at all, my cock remains in its flaccid state, dangling between my thighs, even when he eventually walks in after a long while. Keeping my head lowered, I hear him quietly shut the door before he goes to sit on the bed.

"Look up, Pet! What was this all about?" he asks after a couple of minutes.

"I'm sorry Master. I apologize for my bad behavior," I answer, pleading for his forgiveness with my eyes.

"I'm glad to see you're conscious of your bad behavior, Pet, but it doesn't answer my question," he replies with heavy sarcasm. I knew it wouldn't work, but it was worth giving it a try. "I don't mind waiting here all night, but the sooner you speak, the sooner we can get this over with."

I don't intend to spend the night on my knees, and I guess it's high time I provide him with explanations.

"I overheard a conversation I shouldn't have in the Subs' room, Master. A conversation that, for reasons I can't explain, upset me... Then, I wasn't in the mood to watch the show, and I was afraid you'd make me watch it if I joined you at the couch, so I thought I could stay on the dancefloor, even if you had to punish me later..." I explain.

Mark sighs loudly, pinching his nose, but before I can go on, his deep and angry voice echoes in the room.

"Did I ever force you to watch a scene?"

"Never, Master..."

"Was there ever a time you didn't want to watch a scene and didn't tell me?"

"No, this is the first time, Master..."

"Why in the hell did you think I would force you to watch then?"

"I don't know, Master... I'm sorry, I know I should have come to talk to you..."

"That, you should!! But if you know that, why didn't you do it?" he asks. Shit! One of the reasons why I didn't meet him at the couch was because I didn't want tell him about this conversation I overheard! I'm so screwed! "Pet, I won't let go until I have an answer!"

"I didn't want to explain why I wasn't in the mood to watch the scene or speak about what I eavesdropped..." I squeak.

"Well, I'm afraid you don't have much of a choice now. What was it about, Pet?"

"About you..." I reply in a barely audible voice, but of course, he still gets it.

"Me?" he asks with surprise as he leans forward to rest his forearms on his thighs, lacing his fingers. "What did it say?"

I know he won't give me peace until I have told him, so after a few seconds of silence, I sigh and repeat part of what I heard.

"I was wiping myself dry when the two Subs who performed tonight walked in. One was reassuring the other who was stressed, and he... recounted how great you were on his first threesome in public..." I explain, and the next second, Mark is squatting in front of me, cupping my face to look up at him.

"I'm sorry you had to hear this, Babe..." he says, concern distorting his beautiful features. "It was bound to happen, and perhaps, I should have had a serious conversation with you about my past at the club. I-I had quite a few experiences before you joined the lifestyle, that's quite obvious, but I've never fallen for any other Sub like I did for you. You're the one I love, Shan... I can understand your frustration and disappointment now..."

Fuck! He doesn't get it...

"I wasn't disappointed, not at all!" I reassure him. "I know you had a life before me, like I had one before you. It was obvious that among all the Subs I meet at the club, a lot of them had interfered with you, I'm not stupid... and honestly, I don't really care. Even Ed told me about a few times he played with you..."

"What?"

"That's fine, I'm not jealous, and I know I'm the one you love..."

"Then what was wrong?"

"Humpf..."

"Tell me, Shannon. I need to know what bothered you."

"It's just... one of them said something about you being really addicted to threesomes, and that you might be missing all the kinky sex, so..." I confess, but he doesn't let me finish.

"Ugh, when were you going to mention this, Babe?" he grunts, shifting to kneel before me. "Babe, I'm completely happy with you, I'm not missing anything," he then says, pecking my lips briefly.

My mind must be playing tricks on me. Why am I upset with his answer? Why is it bothering me more than the conversation between Corey and David?

"Are you sure?" I ask, but there's a clear note of hopelessness in my voice.

"Are you doubting my word?"

"No, no!!!"

"Then what?"

"Nothing."

"Pet, I was starting to think about canceling your punishment, but if you keep lying, I might get back to it. I can see something is bugging you, so speak up! If you've got something on your mind, just say it!"

"I was just thinking... if you did miss threesomes... then I... we... I wouldn't be... opposed..." I stutter, feeling myself blush.

"What?" he exclaims, with his eyes widening in unexpected bewilderment.

He knows I like multiple-partner sex, so he shouldn't be that surprised! Yet, I don't want him to misunderstand me, so I hurry to continue speaking.

"I mean, I'm not saying you're not enough for me either!! You know I love you..."

"I know, Shan, but...

"Never mind, forget it..." I sigh, averting my eyes from his and there's probably a bit too much sadness in my tone.

"I'm not forgetting anything, Shan!" he grunts, forcing me to look up again. "I've read your activity sheet, and I know threesomes are a turn-on for you, but... I'm not sure I want to share you. Unless you really need it... like if it's a kink you can't go without... When you told me about your past relationships, you said it was something that happened a few times, just for fun. Wasn't it the case?"

"It was mostly for the fun, yes..." I reply half-heartedly. The truth is I would love to try this again, but I'm not sure he's ready to hear it.

"But can you do without it?"

"Yes..."

"Then I'm not sharing you. At least not anytime soon," he replies firmly. "However, let's make something clear, Babe. If you were to change your mind, I want you to tell me. I'm not only talking about the multiple-partner sex, I'm talking about all the activities that are on the table you graded. I want you to always feel comfortable in our relationship, and you know what it implies, right?"

"Yes, Master... Communication."

"Good boy! Now that everything is clear, what have we learned tonight?" he sighs, shifting again to sit cross-legged in front of me. I just shrug in answer, because I'm afraid I might say things he doesn't want to hear just yet. "You overheard a conversation that clearly bothered you, but instead of telling me, you decided to avoid me, forcing me to come and get you on the dancefloor, then you sulked because you didn't want to watch the show. Your lack of communication ruined our evening somehow, though I can't really blame you... Even if my past belongs to me and you never looked concerned about my former relationships and interactions, perhaps I should have discussed them more openly, and I apologize for that, Babe."

"No, don't... I mean... I really have no problem with your past at the club... I'm the only one who messed up here. Please, punish me, Master!"

"What!? No!! We're both at fault here, Pet. And I'm the Dominant, so I get to decide on your punishments!" he reminds me.

"Please Master... I need it," I implore.

"No, Pet."

"Please, please, please..." I plead, kneeling up before I move to straddle his thighs, my cock already hardening.

"Stop, Pet! That's enough I said!" he groans.

"Please, Master... I need the pain..." I continue to beg, though.

I don't understand what's happening with me. It's as if my soul wanted to atone through corporal punishment for my wicked desire to add a third party in a scene with my Master, the man I love and who should be enough for me. My body is suddenly very hot, and my cock is painfully hard.

"Please..." I supplicate him one last time, gripping his tee-shirt.

The color of his eyes suddenly turns into a darker shade, and lust explodes in their depths. As his body tenses, he pushes me off his lap, stands up and pulls me up by the hands before he drags me to the corner of the room underneath the grid. Without a word, he swiftly wraps leather cuffs around my wrists that he attaches to chains hanging from the grid, then uses a spreader bar that he fixes to a ring embedded in the floor. Within only a minute, here I am, all tied up and standing spread-eagled.

"You want pain, Pet? You want it rough? Then I'll give you pain and I'll give you rough," he says harshly, unaware how his dirty-talk is arousing me.

I suddenly no longer feel him in my back and I hear him shuffle in the chest of drawers before he comes back to me. Darkness envelops me as he wraps a thick black piece of fabric around my head.

"Is this what you want, Pet?" he barks as his hands begin to roughly knead my buttocks. "Is this what you need?" he asks, slapping my right ass cheek, the sting making me yelp.

"Yes, Master," I breathe out, already panting with anticipation. Yes, this is what I really want. I want pain and I want it rough.

"This. Is. Not. A. Punishment. Pet," he grunts, hammering every word in my ear, and punctuating each of them with a slap on my backside. "Do you remember your safewords?"

"Yes, Master! Yellow to slow down, red to stop," I recite very quickly.

"Good boy," he purrs in my ear, slapping my backside one last time.

I then feel something cold lick my skin, something with several soft lashes. A suede flogger! The straps brush all over my back and along my sides for a few seconds before they start whipping my skin. At first, the licks are quite light, but Mark adds strength little by little, and their sting soon grows to reflect their smacks echoing in the room. The little pain makes me feel good and arouses me to no end as my Master keeps striking my entire body. My calves, my thighs, my back, my sides and my chest.

The lashes are everywhere, as if there were two Dominants unleashing their strength on me... Ugh Shan!!! Don't go there!! My moans become louder, begging for more and more, and Mark gives it to me. Every inch of my skin is getting warmer with every blow, except for my backside that he purposefully avoids.

"Do you still want pain, Pet?" he asks as he drops the flogger to the floor.

Fuck yeah!! I need more! My butt is claiming for its share!

"Ngh..."

"What was that, Pet?" he groans, slapping my right buttock.

"Please, Master..."

The next second, a sharp thwack resounds as a paddle hits my left ass cheek, making me yelp and moan at the same time. The blows keep coming, not too strong but enough to turn my butt on fire, and yet, I can't help begging for more.

"You like this, Pet?" Mark asks after several smacks before he starts nibbling my earlobe.

I can feel his arousal against the small of my back, and I tentatively lean against it. One of his hands reaches for my erection and gives it a quick stroke. Fuck! The image of a Sub sucking on my cock while my Master pounds into me plays before my eyes!! I'm getting lost in my trance and can only reply with needy moans, which earns me another strike of the paddle on my left buttock.

"Do. You. Like. This. Pet?"

Another stroke of my shaft. Another whining moan.

"Does it make your tight ring of muscles twitch down there?" he insists as his hand lets go off my weeping manhood to slip between my buttocks.

I feel a finger poke at my entrance and I almost lose it then, but said finger soon disappears and a few more blows of the paddle land on my backside. Harder. The pain makes me feel so good, I just can't explain it. Maybe it's because I want it so badly, I can't tell, but as my body yearns for more, my mind seems to be sucked into oblivion.

When the paddle gets discarded on the floor, I briefly wonder what the next accessory is going to be, but seeing how they grow in intensity, I can only think of a whip or a cane. Second assumption turns out to be correct as I feel the cold tip of a cane run along my spine. Mark has never used it on me, but I have seen the black Delrin cane before, a very flexible tool as he explained to me. Said tool reaches for the crack of my ass and slips between my buttocks, rubbing against my entrance before it slides further.

When it makes contact with my scrotum, Mark's left hand sneaks around my hip and grabs my balls to massage them softly. My throbbing erection then gets a bit of attention as his fingers squeeze it lightly while the cane keeps stroking within my cleft, and I scream in pleasure and pain when the wand eventually whips across my backside at the same time as his hand gives a hard stroke to my cock.

"Pleaaaaaase, Master!" I scream as the fire in my balls threatens to explode while he repeats the same combination of cane-whisking and cock-stroking several times.

"Don't come just yet, Pet!" he groans. "I'm not done with you!"

Thank goodness, after a few more strikes of the cane, the object gets dumped and I hear him take off his clothes. It seems like this little game has brought him on edge too as I soon get to feel the wetness of his hard-on against the small of my back.

"Do you still want it rough, Pet?" he whispers in my ear, his hands roaming all over my chest.

I barely have time to breathe out a weak yes that two of his fingers invade my mouth, smearing themselves with my saliva before they move to my back entrance. One of them is roughly shoved inside my hole, and I am so ready and eager for more that Mark soon adds the second one, making me moan as he stretches me a bit. But I still need more. I need him possess me harder. I need him to breed me. I need him to claim me as his.

"Please, Master..." I implore him. "I need you... inside..."

My plea finally gets to him. He backs away for a few seconds, but I soon get to feel the tip of his lubed cock knock on my back door as he parts my butt cheeks, and as soon as his hands grip my hips, Mark slams inside my ass, hitting my prostate in the process. My scream of pleasure rivals with his deafening grunt, but I mostly focus on not coming right away.

"Fuck, Pet! You're so tight!"

He remains still for a few seconds, maybe to control himself, then he starts thrusting in and out, pushing himself deeper and deeper at a steady pace. His grip on my hips is so tight that I might as well develop a few bruising marks through the night, but I couldn't care less. I want him to mark me as his. I want him to possess me whole. And as he roughly rams into my ass, I abandon myself to him, his grunts fade in the distance and the physical pain vanishes away. My mind has become so hazy that I feel like I'm floating on some sort of cloud, and I'm feeling so good!

"Come for me, Pet!"

His voice sounds so far, but I clearly recognize the command and my body naturally complies with the order. The earthquake that seizes my body is the strongest I have ever experienced, it's wild and mind-blowing, and it throws me into a state of bliss so powerful that I simply black out.

When I get back down to Earth, I am lying on my left side, on the bed in our bedroom, comfortably and tightly wrapped in Mark's arms with my face nested in the crook of his neck. The tips of his fingers are softly caressing my back, and a light shiver courses along my spine, revealing my awakening.

"Are you finally back from your subspace, Babe?" Mark whispers above my head, and I'm glad he doesn't pull back because I want to cuddle in his arms forever.

"So, that's what it was? This floating sensation...?" I breathe out, relishing in the blissful memory.

"Yes, it was. The physical pain and the intensity of your emotions took you so far, that your mind somehow disconnected from your body. This is caused by a rush of natural chemicals that are called epinephrine and endorphin into your blood stream, and they induce this euphoric floating feeling, allowing you a higher tolerance to pain. I guess you don't remember much of what happened after you reached this state?"

"No... I don't know how I got to the bed or how long I have been there..."

"I carried you there," he chuckles. "And I spent over an hour performing your aftercare, then two hours cuddling you..." he explains.

So that's why I'm feeling so good! I would have expected to feel terribly sore – and I might tomorrow! – but right now, my asshole barely stings and my muscles aren't as stiff as I thought.

"Aww... it must be so late! I'm sorry I kept you awake..."

"Don't worry, Babe. I love taking care of you and watching you sleep. Besides, a Dom is not supposed to wake up a Sub who's in subspace, the Sub must come back on his own. How are you feeling now?"

I slowly disentangle from his hold, stretching my limbs and testing my body. Mark chuckles and rolls to lie on his back, and I shift to lay half-sprawled on his body.

"I'm feeling great, yes. A bit sore, but nothing too bad..."

"Good! Then it's time to sleep, Babe," he declares, switching the light off and hugging me close to him.

I am so getting used to this! Not only the intense sex, but also all that Mark provides me with. His guidance and affection have become essential, making my love for him grow even deeper with every day I spend around him. I love him.

But then why do I want a third party to play with us? How wicked and perverted is that? Does it mean that my love for Mark is not strong enough?

No, I don't think so. My love for him is deep, I have no doubt about it. I have never felt anything like this before, and I don't have much to compare, but deep down, I know that what I feel for him is powerful. The truth is that we evolve in a kinky relationship, a kinky world I have been introduced to. Even if our relationship has grown into something more than what a Dominant and a Submissive are to one another, sex remains a very important aspect of our life, and it's not vanilla sex I'm talking about.

It's BDSM. It's wild, and kinky as hell. All the members of the Black Diamond seem to have their own kinks and indulge in different levels of the lifestyle. Adding another partner during one of our scenes once in a while wouldn't affect my love for Mark, not as I see it. The way I see it is just that it would add a bit more spice to our sexual life. Just a different kind of spice.

Would I prefer it with a Submissive or a Dominant, now that is a good question. The idea of having both my holes used and abused by two men sounds hot, and even gets my cock to swell. But is Mark ready to share me with another Dom? And am I truly ready to share him with another Sub? How much would I really enjoy seeing him pleasure someone else? I think I would. A lot. Especially if I'm given the opportunity to top said Sub at the same time...

"A penny for your thoughts?" Mark grunts, half-asleep. "I'm curious to know what's getting you so hard, Babe..."

Shit! That's what I get for having dirty thoughts while I'm lying snuggled against him, with my groin pressed against his thigh!

"And you'd better not lie about it..." he insists firmly in front of my silence.

"I was... I was thinking about the... threesome-thing..." I confess honestly.

His body stiffens, and he exhales a long sigh. Is it annoyance or exasperation, I can't tell. I don't even dare prop myself up to look at his expression.

"Why do I get the feeling this is going to become your new obsession until I yield, like it happened with the public scene?"

"You said you were not against it... Just that it wouldn't be any time soon," I remind him. "But if that's something you like, why would it be a problem? I mean, it wouldn't affect what we feel for each other, right? It would just add a different savor to one of our scenes... And it could be with another Dominant, or another Submissive... Or we could try both..." I explain, glad that we are in the darkness of the bedroom so he won't see my blush.

"You're such a greedy, naughty and kinky boy!" he grunts, flipping us over so that he hovers over me. He's one to talk! He'd better not try to make me believe he's not aroused by the idea with the hard thing poking between my thighs! "Now you're making it two different scenes!"

"I don't know what I'd like best," I chuckle, softly caressing his chest. "So I need to try both..."

His head slowly lowers and his lips attach to mine for a sweet kiss. For long minutes, Mark's tongue plays with mine, soothing my eagerness and at the same time, awakening more lust within me. Until he pulls away and sighs, rolling us back to our previous position.

"It's too late to discuss this, Babe. Let's sleep and we can talk tomorrow, okay?"

"Yes, Master."

With a last peck on his lips, I snuggle against him and close my eyes, smiling. I already know I'll make this happen, and I know how to do this. Persistent is my second name... GoodBoy the third one... A mix of the two should make Success my surname!

"Mark?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you..."

"I love you too, Babe. Now sleep!"

And as I drift to sleep, a new question surges in my head. If Mark yields to my request, who will he choose to play with us? Which Dominant? Master Aaron? Ugh no!! He's my boss! Master Camden? Well, he's quite hot, but he scares me a bit. A Dom I don't know? Why not! And which Submissive? Mick, the guy I spoke with during my training? Hmm... yeah, he's really handsome. One of the twins? Both twins? Fuck! That would be hot!!! Ed? Yeah... Ed is freaking cute...

In the end, I decide that I don't really care. Whoever they are, I know I will have a blast!

Published on 12 May 2016