†† Ellis ††

The mood changed instantly.

Less playful, darker with anticipation hanging heavy between us.

It had been months since he'd last hinted at me fucking him so this felt like a big step for us both because bottoming wasn't something he did. He'd never done it with any of his boys.

He'd only ever let one guy fuck him—that asshole, JK.

And that may have sparked some jealousy.

Okay, not may have.  It did.  I was so fucking jealous that it burned.

Not that I would ever confess that.

Yeah, our little three-way was going great, but me and Zack still weren't there yet, being comfortable sharing how we felt about one another—not really.

Was it a guy thing?

Or just a me thing?

I didn't know.

So whilst I was fucking rock hard at the idea of sinking my dick inside him I felt like I was trespassing on uncharted territory, stumbling through the unfamiliar emotions clogging up my brain and making my heart pound a mile a minute, my palms sweat and my ears ring.

It was more nerve-wracking than the conversation with my mother.

Mom, don't freak out but I'm bisexual.

Mom, I'm dating a woman... and a man.

Mom, I know this might not be normal to you and crazy to everyone else, but I think I love them... both.

It had to be love because it just felt more and the three of us together was more. It was the only way I could best describe the feeling ...again, not that I told Zack.

Mom, the three of us are planning to live together, splitting our time between London and here.

Shockingly her face hadn't twisted in disgust instead she simply said. "I know, son, your dad already told me."

Of course he did.

And then she hugged me, told me she loved me and to live my life how I saw fit as long as I was happy.

So this would be the same, right? I was making a big deal out of it.

Stick dick in hole. Fuck it.

Easy.

Grabbing the lube I walked back to the bed, swallowing as I watched Zack slowly fucking Sasha and when he felt the bed dip under my weight he held still.

Keeping my eyes on them I poured copious amounts of lube into my palm spilling some onto the bed but fuck it, it would need changing again anyway.

I slicked up my cock and moved into position behind Zack. Still nervous, berating myself because this wasn't like it was the first time I'd done anal... oh no, I'd had the pleasure of Sasha's amazing tight ass many times because our dirty girl liked it dirty, dirtier the better.

But this was Zack...a dude.

I'd had all my firsts with him. First threesome. First kiss. First blowjob. And the huge one... first fuck.

And although I'd fully accepted I was bisexual every new first was still a trigger. A reminder that society wasn't on board with my life choices.

But back to the task at hand. 

Head in the game, asshole.

"Ellis," Zack interrupted my internal ramblings.

"Huh?" I looked up. "What?"

"You're overthinking it."

He was right.

I moved over him, kissing down his spine and groaned when his solid muscles tensed and then relaxed under my lips. I'd come to love the contrast of Zack's hard ridges with Sasha's softness and hoped it would relax me now, but it seemed to make things worse, so out of control that I was going slower fucking worried that I would come too soon.

And then came more doubt.

What if he didn't enjoy it?

What if I didn't satisfy him?

Where the fuck was all this performance anxiety coming from? 

I swallowed again, this time my voice showing my nerves. "Zack, I'm not—"

"You are." Zack brushed his lips over Sasha's and then glanced over his shoulder. "It is easy to take what I give you. Now, you're giving to me in return. It doesn't mean I stop being a Dom or I'm not in control still. I'm telling you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me."

I nodded.

He was right—again.

But fuck me it still felt intense.

"Relax, Ellis." He crooned and his half-smile was edged with a challenge as one thick eyebrow winged up. "I want that big cock of yours inside me, Ellis."

Now normally I didn't miss an opportunity to crack a one-line about the size of my dick, but I couldn't come up with a single thing instead, I nodded again, firmer this time.

I got this.

The fact that my chest was rising and falling with my breaths was a miracle but then I realised something—did it fucking matter if I lasted all of three seconds?

We were playing the long game here.

I had a fucking lifetime to get it right.

I poured myself on top of him, my body moulding to his, my dick finding the place between his legs like it was magnetised.

A moment later I rose to my knees again and grabbed the lube popping the cap to dispense another generous amount and worked it between his cheeks. I paused when he shuddered, and I suspected it was both the cold shock and my exploratory fingers that caused it. I pressed my finger against his hole to listen to him chuckle like this was fucking amusing him.

Asshole.

Sinking it all the way in he hissed through his teeth and then followed up with a low groan as I worked for a few minutes on unclenching that ring of muscle with first one finger, then two. I keep glancing over his shoulder to see Sasha watching me tugging her bottom lip between her teeth with her fingers dancing across his shoulders.

Time to go in search of that magic gland, and when he groaned out louder this time I knew I'd hit the spot and mimicked what he always did to me, stroking and teasing it.

He was ready—I was sure, or as ready as I could get him, anyhow with my dick already slicked up and primed I pulled out my fingers and notched my crown against his hole. "Tell me if I hurt you," I said, my voice shaking with the exertion of self-control. "Hold still."

One last look over his shoulder and my eyes caught with Sasha's who now looked like she had front-row seats to the best show ever which made my balls tighten into knots as heat surged through my body like gasoline on a bonfire as I sank the head of my dick into Zack.  I marvelled at the ring of muscle stretching around the head.

"Fuck," I grunted, shoving in the rest of the way. "You're—it's so fucking tight back here. Jesus."

"Fucking finally," he answered, echoing my thoughts exactly.

A beat passed and I sucked in a breath in a desperate attempt to stop myself from coming.

"You don't have to be gentle," Zack said in a gruff voice reaching around with his hand, taking a firm hold of my ass. "I want you to fuck me hard."

Breathing heavily, I dragged my dick out a little and went straight back in, not totally letting go, but harder for sure.

I fitted perfectly inside him and it felt so raw and real that I had to swallow back a ball of emotion.

My cock throbbed and after the third drag and plunge, holding nothing back I slipped into a rhythm with Zack matching my pace, meeting each thrust.

But that didn't last long, the urges came back even stronger as I shut my eyes trying to fight them off. And as if he knew my struggle his grip on my ass tightened and it steadied me, reminding me that whilst I might be on top and driving this, I wasn't in control. And I didn't need to be.

"Fuck, Zack...Shit. I can't, I'm gonna."

"I've not given you permission to come."

His words had me mentally snapping back. Stupidly, I'd forgotten what a sadist he was, but as always he was right. Taking was easy, But giving meant so much more and I wanted to hold out longer... to please him or at least until they both came.

I gritted my teeth and digging my thumbs into Zack's ass I spread him wide and forced my cock deeper and deeper, trying to work past my own need to come.

In. Out. Breathe. Repeat.

I couldn't relax enough to fully enjoy the moment but I was right there trying to imprint every second of this, another first for me... for us.

The smack of flesh, partnered with mine and Zack's grunts had Sasha's body moving and siding as I forced his body into hers until they seemed to exist as one.

And then my resolve was interrupted and crumbled like old dirt as Sasha screamed out her orgasm.

Ah fuck.

Zack moved his hand from me as he fisted the pillow beneath Sasha's head and as he went rigid a normally articulate and calm Zack was now a muddle of grunts and unintelligible curses as his body clamped down on me like a freakin' iron fist as he came.

I shouted, my voice hoarse and raspy and then my pace stalled as I did my best to keep going but I was unable to stop and... "Fuck, fuck, fuck." My body jerked with my cock swelling under the pressure and I bucked and erupted hotly deep inside him filling him with my cum and that erotic thought set something off inside me. Something primal.  His body now belonged irrevocably to me... just as he owned me.

The three of us were quiet, the air thick with a shared intensity. Our bodies sweaty, breaths mingling in the charged stillness.

Feeling utterly rung out I still didn't want to move because I wasn't ready yet. I wanted us here, the three of us like this with my dick plugging my cum inside him.

Eventually though the inevitable happened and I softened and slipped out and Zack manoeuvred himself to rest beside Sasha and I collapsed on the other side of her and for a few minutes me and Zack kissed, hugged and loved on Sasha with me eventually lifting my head to watch them kiss and then he gripped the back of my neck and our mouths found each other over Sasha, the slide of our stubbled jaws feeling rougher and as it ended I looked at Sasha who was smiling looked so damn happy.

"You're still overthinking," Zack observed, stretching out.

I was and if he registered my eye-roll, he didn't mention it. "Just wondering when you're gonna state the obvious."

"What's that?"

"Coming—I went into freefall. As soon as I felt you come I was gone."

He chuckled but then pierced me with the honesty in his eyes as he reached over Sasha and stroked my damp hair from my forehead. "Thank you. You gave me exactly what I needed. What I wanted."

Phew, thank fuck for that.

Not that I'd let either of them know how fucking worked up I'd got.

Sasha giggled. "You look very smug now."

Maybe, yeah, I felt smug, or not smug... content was maybe a better word. "I am smug, I have you two."

Relaxing I lay back down finally feeling we had crossed a line that brought us all closer.

"I don't know about you two," Sasha teased, flashing that irresistible smile of hers. "But I need my beauty sleep. One of you or both go shower first because if all three of us go in there, I'll never get any sleep!"

"You don't need beauty sleep, Sash," I said, meaning every word. "You're always beautiful."

"C'mon, Ellis, shower with me," said Zack, and dropping a quick kiss on Sasha I followed him into the bathroom.

Zack wasted no time in flipping on the shower and getting in without waiting for it to heat. I took a piss staring down at my dick it was covered in sticky white cum, lube and ewe... something I didn't want to identify. They didn't show you that in porn.

I rolled my eyes at myself and then joined him. He was under one jet spray with his head tilted up. I stepped under the other and before I could overthink it, I blurted out. "I love you." A pause, and then I added. "I thought you should know—that I should tell you."

His head dropped and his brow furrowed as he listened.

"I don't know all the details, but I know some of what you went through as a kid," I began, my voice low, trying to make sure I worded this right. "Sasha told me that love is a foreign emotion for you, but I wanted you to know—this means something to me. Whether you feel it the same way or not, it doesn't change what I feel for you." I could hear myself rambling, but he needed to understand.

Zack looked at me, his expression unreadable like he wasn't sure how to respond.

Then it hit me.

In the bedroom, I'd given up control to Zack. He was my Dom just as much as he was Sasha's, and kneeling for him felt natural like it was where I was meant to be. But out here, beyond kink, beyond the walls of the bedroom, in the real world, I realised it was my turn to lead—especially when it came to matters of the heart.

So it was gloves off.

"Sasha told me it's quite simple," I said, more confidence in my voice now. "You love me, and you love her, so you might as well just admit it because we're not gonna quit until you do."

I knew I sounded cocky as hell, but I meant every word.

Zack's eyes searched mine, and he nodded slowly, though he still seemed uneasy. "You and Sasha... you've both made me feel things I didn't understand," he admitted, stepping closer. His hand found the back of my neck, pulling our foreheads together as he closed his eyes. "You're right, Ellis. But it's hard. Love is a word I can't easily exchange but I promise you both—I'm working on it. I want to get there, to be able to say it out loud, to express it in words."

The soft click of the shower door drew our attention, and we both turned to see Sasha stepping in with us, determination in her eyes. She cupped Zack's cheek with one hand, her other hand briefly squeezing mine before she looked back at him. "I thought I could wait, but Ellis is right to push you," she said, her voice firm but loving. "Because we plan to spend the rest of our lives making sure you know how much we love you—and making sure you tell us how much you love us, too. Every single day."

Zack's eyes met mine again.

"You're outnumbered," I said, a grin tugging at my lips.

For a moment, Zack's guarded expression wavered, and then a genuine smile seeped through, erasing the tension in his eyes.

It was up to him now.

The love was there, unspoken but undeniable. And while it might take time for Zack to say the words, we all knew the truth of what we had together.

~ ~

The next day, stepping out of the elevator with Zack. Sasha was still upstairs, fussing over the tiniest details of her hair. I wasn't sure was making a fuss but try telling her that as she was standing in the mirror perfecting every strand of hair.

As we walked through Risk—Amsterdam, my eyes widened passing one of the bigger playrooms, usually set up as a Dungeon.

What the?

Leather, sex... and what, flowers?

I had to bite back my laughter. The way Zack dragged his hand down his face like he was wiping away a nightmare said he was not amused. He grumbled as he undid the top button of his black dress shirt, sighing like a man who just found out his favourite whiskey was replaced with herbal tea. "This place looks like it's been... I don't know, assaulted by Martha Stewart high on some shit."

He wasn't wrong. Ribbons and pretty floral displays adorned his playrooms. A room that normally screamed 'hard limits' was now whispering 'sweet love.'

"Fuck," Zack muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

The occasion for all this craziness was Nia, Shawn, and Monk's wedding—actually, they'd already got married. Nia and Shawn officially tied the knot, and this was a blessing ceremony. A way to make things right with the kink gods by exchanging vows surrounded by floggers and roses?

My feet came to a halt as a whimper drew my attention to the doorway of another playroom ahead and whilst Zack was still grumbling I took a few steps toward it and peered inside.

It was the bride and one of the grooms, Monk. Shawn was nowhere in sight.

"What did I warn you, Mia?" Monk growled, forcing Nia down to her knees. She was wearing what I guess you'd call a bridal gown—a one-shoulder affair that looked like it had barely survived a brawl with a pair of scissors. The dress was cut away to reveal the lower half of her breasts, with a short zipper clinging on for dear life, trying to keep the whole thing from unravelling entirely. The skirt was slit high at one hip, practically begging for a wardrobe malfunction.

She looked less like a bride ready to greet guests and more like she was auditioning for a late-night burlesque show—but hey, who was I to judge?

"What?" Nia purred, fluttering her lashes with an innocence that was anything but. "You might have to remind me," she added, running her tongue slowly across her painted lips, fully embracing the bratty role Zack had warned me about.

Monk's eyes darkened as he grabbed a handful of her loose hair, twisting it around his fist. "Tut, tut, little minx," he murmured, his voice low and threatening. "You really want to push your luck today? Or maybe you're itching for a punishment that'll spoil your surprise?"

Her tone turned husky as he yanked her head back by the hair. "You're hurting me, Monk."

A sardonic smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He released her hair, his fingers smoothing it down in a softer, almost tender gesture. "Then maybe you should quit teasing me, and save the fun for after the ceremony," he murmured, a hint of warning in his voice.

"What? So we can't do anything?" Nia pouted playfully, her fingers deftly undoing the top button of Monk's leather pants. "Nothing at all?" She leaned in, her teeth catching the zipper and slowly pulling it down.

Monk's jaw tightened. "This is gonna earn you the whip," he threatened, though the heat in his eyes showed just how much he was enjoying her mischief.

"The whip? Oh no, anything but that," she giggled, her voice oozing with mock fear as she extracted his hard cock, her tongue swiping teasingly over the swollen head. "I promise, I'll be a good girl."

Monk's bare chest and stomach tensed as he groaned. "This is you being a good girl, huh?"

Rather than answer, she slicked up his dick with her mouth and tongue taking him so deep I couldn't help but stare.

Zack's voice pulled my attention away from the scene. "This is what happens when you have an out-of-control sub." He shook his head, looking around the room with mounting disgust. "They spoil her."

"What," I scoffed. "And you wouldn't indulge Sasha?"

Zack didn't say a word. His face was impassive, but he wasn't fooling anyone. Sasha might be our sub, but it was fucking clear she had our balls in her hands.

"Spoil who?" Sasha's voice chimed in as she joined us. "Oooh," she murmured, taking in the chaotic blend of kink and decor. "I think it's sweet, they've managed to combine kink and..." She trailed off, glancing around with a bemused expression. "It's kinda like everyone's going to a kinky funeral," she whispered, her eyes wide.

I glanced down at her, wrapping my arm around her waist to pull her closer. Pressing a kiss to her temple, I murmured, "If this were a funeral, you'd wake the dead wearing that dress."

Sasha was wearing a sheer deep blue dress that loved her curves as much as I did, the fabric so fine it looked like it was woven from shadows. Beneath the see-through outfit, the outline of a basque hugged her torso, the delicate lace and satin playing peekaboo. Her long legs were barely concealed by the slit that ran up one side of the gown, giving a tantalising glimpse of her matching garter belt and stockings.

It was bold—the perfect mix of outrageously sexy and kinky, something only Sasha could pull off.

She turned to look up at me, her eyes lit up. "You like it?"

"Dead or alive, Duchess, you're the hottest woman here." I grinned as her cheeks flushed, a sight that always surprised me. For all her confidence, she could still blush like an innocent.

"I'd say that dress makes me want to spoil you... or spoil it," I added with a waggle of my eyebrows.

Zack's eyes trailed over Sasha. "He's right," he murmured, stepping closer and sweeping her hair gently from her neck. "At least I've got something beautiful to focus on, instead of the madness they've made of my club."

He leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to the bare skin of her neck. "You look perfect, Sasha."

We grabbed a drink—non-alcoholic, as alcohol wasn't allowed yet, apparently—and found our seats. Thankfully, it didn't take long for the bride to appear, walking down the makeshift aisle toward Monk and Shawn, her husbands and Doms.

I wasn't shocked when her dress had more than a few onlookers adjusting themselves in their seats as she sauntered by.

The ceremony was mercifully brief, which made sense considering they were already officially married. There was no need for the usual pomp and circumstance. This was a mix of vows between the three of them and a nice touch came at the end when Monk pulled out a sleek, diamond collar, the stones twinkling under the dim lights. With a click, he fastened it around her neck, securing it with a small, silver lock. The key to that lock now hung around his neck on a delicate chain, a symbol of ownership that couldn't be mistaken.

"You belong to us now, sweetheart," Shawn declared, his voice carrying across the room. "Tonight, you submit to our pleasure, whatever that may be. Do you consent?"

From my seat, I could see the tears dampening Nia's cheeks as she whispered, "I do."

Monk gently cupped her face, his thumbs brushing away the tears. "I'm going to mark you, and it will last a lot longer than a few hours."

"I want them," she said, "Your marks."

"Are you sure?" he asked, his tone softening as he searched her eyes.

"Yes. I want everyone to see."

Monk nodded, happy with her reply and instructed Shawn. "Fix her to the cross."

They both extended their hands, and she placed hers in theirs, rising gracefully to stand. After a lingering kiss from Monk, Shawn led her to the St Andrews Cross. Once she was fixed in place, Shawn leaned in close, whispering something in her ear that only she could hear. I glanced around and noticed the effect the scene was having on the crowd—people were getting hot and bothered, some openly making out in their seats.

My attention snapped back as I heard the distinct whirl of a whip cutting through the air, followed by the sharp crack of leather meeting flesh. Sasha, sitting beside me, made a small sound in the back of her throat, her hand squeezing mine as she craned her neck, determined not to miss a single hit.

The whip lashed out again, leaving a thin red line across Just beneath Nia's breasts, then another across her upper thigh. The sight was both mesmerising and unsettling. I realised that while I enjoyed the rougher edges of our play, I could never bring myself to draw blood on Sasha's flawless skin, no matter how hard she begged.

After ten more lashes, the ritual was over. Parts of Nia's skin was a canvas of welts and bloodied marks that would leave a lasting memory, that's for fucking sure.

A little later the three of us were standing at the bar and whilst me and Zack were chatting, Sasha was a little quiet.

Zack put his scotch down. "Care to dance?" he held out his hand to Sasha, his dark eyes almost glowing in the lighting of the room.

"Not right now." She hitched her shoulder and sighed wistfully. "Maybe later."

"You're saying no to dancing?" Zack asked a little concerned as I placed my drink down equally confused.

"I was just thinking..." she started. "Wondering if this would be us someday."

Me and Sasha had talked plenty about our future plans, it wasn't something we shied away from, but more often than not it was just the two of us because we could see Zack wasn't yet comfortable planning out long-term... so I was surprised when he asked.

"Is that something you want? Sweetheart? Because you can have it all?" Zack's hand curved around the back of her neck, leaning closer and brushing his lips over her ear in a way that I felt her shiver.

The question caught Sasha by surprise too as her head eased back. "What game are you playing, Zack?"

He stepped closer backing her into me and my hands instinctively went to rest on her hips whilst Zack raised her chin a little higher. "A game that never ends. One where I have to figure out how to make you both happy."

Wow. I wasn't sure who's jaw hit the floor first.

Was he saying he was willing to commit to what? Forever with us?

Sasha was quiet for a second. "I do...want it all, but—" her eyes wandered around the room where a mix of kink and dancing was in full swing. "Not like this."

"What is it you want?" he asked.

"Don't get me wrong, I love kink and the more I go down the kink-hole I can see myself with a collar... your collar," she corrected. "But I also want the—" She turned her head so she could see me. "The Duchess fairytale."

The subtle or not-so-subtle tick in Zack's eye had me stopping myself from laughing. "Don't worry Zack, you can collar our dirty little slut and I will happily give her the fairytale."

No matter the unorthodox the circumstances of the relationship the three of us were building, I was more a traditionalist at heart.

That, and I knew it would make my family happy if I married Sasha.

I almost heard him sigh in relief, yeah, he was coming around to the fact that we were here to stay, but tradition didn't exist in his way of life.

Sasha asked me, grinning. "Can I expect a proposal anytime soon?"

I didn't fail to notice how my heart skipped at the idea of marrying Sasha. I pressed a kiss to her nose... "I love you and I'm ready when you are, Duchess." My eyes flicked up to catch Zack's "I'd do anything to make you both happy, anything you want."

Her head flicked back around. "So how's this... when we're ready, you can collar me and Ellis as a show of ownership and commitment and me and Ellis can marry and then we can have some kind of non-traditional blessing for the three of us. Can we all agree on that?" She gasped. "Maybe I should get you both to sign a contract!?"

I hummed in agreement, I was fine with Zack owning me. "Sign me up."

"We don't need a contract, a ring and collar work just fine," said Zack. "And I think it's the perfect balance for the three of us." He dipped his head and sealed his words with a kiss and then his mouth found mine.

Yeah, There was no rush. 

Today, a year from now... fuck, fifty years from now, however, this played out, we were all in.

~ ~ ~

A/N: Oh my, only the Epilogue left... sigh