Page 29 of The Third Wheel
"Well, the way you were with them, it was sexy as hell."
"I've known them forever. Jay and I were only a year apart in high school, and Wanda comes in to Tangled Pages all the time," Colby said, brushing it off.
"You were kind in a tough moment, and I appreciated that." I moved in closer, tugging him against me. "And I can't get that spanking out of my head," I confessed, my voice rough with need. "I want more. I want you to have your way with me."
"More?" Colby smirked, his hazel eyes darkening with lust. "You sure you can handle it? I'm not gentle with my subs."
"Try me. While Mira isn't here to get freaked out, you can have at it, do your worst."
"Alright, big guy," he said, stepping back. "Let's go to the bedroom, and then I need you to strip."
My pulse raced as I obeyed, leading him back towards our bedroom, shedding my clothes until I stood before him, naked and vulnerable. I dropped to my knees on the soft rug, tucking my hands behind my back, ducking my chin.
"I'm here to serve you, Master," I said. Part of me still couldn't believe I was baring myself like this for Colby, but my cock pulsed with need, rigid and swollen against my stomach.
He walked forward, stripping down to his boxer briefs, his sexy muscles flexing with every firm movement. He stood over me, running his fingers through my hair, dislodging the hair tie. "I always made fun of this man bun, but I'll be the first to admitthat it's kind of handy. All the easier to force my dick down your throat if I have a good grip."
I moaned, leaning forward, nuzzling his hard cock. "Yes, sir," I whispered.
"First things first. I need you standing. Turn around, hands on the wall," he said, and I complied without hesitation, my back arching of its own volition as I thought about him playing with my ass. I'd never let anything like this happen before, but now I knew without a doubt that it was something I craved, and with Colby specifically. I wanted this connection with him, something that was ours. A reason for him to like me.
He paused, digging through his pants and snapping a photo with his phone. "Mira will enjoy this, I think." He set the phone aside as my cheeks flamed. The thought of my wife seeing me splayed out for him like a needy whore, sending a fresh rush of embarrassment to my core. "What's your preferred safeword?"
"Red."
"Good." Colby stepped back. "I brought all my toys, but I have a favorite I think you'll like." A drawer slid open, and I heard the telltale sound of a flogger being unfurled. I didn't dare to look. My anticipation built with every second that passed, my cock hardening at the thought of what was to come. "You're a slut for pain, aren't you?"
"Fuck, yes," I groaned, bracing myself for the first impact.
When it came, it was better than I'd imagined—a searing line of fire across my ass, followed by another, and another. Each stroke left a red-hot stripe in its wake, making me hiss and moan with pain and pleasure. I'd allowed a sadist to use me only a handful of times in my life, but every time I reveled in the purity of the connection I felt with the person wielding the whip, in the warm fuzzy haze of subspace that drew me deeper into their control.
It was fucking addictive. Perhaps that was why I'd resisted it for so long.
"Look at that beautiful ass. All marked up just for me." Colby stroked the welts he'd created. He spread my ass, massaging the muscles, and need surged through me, my hole fluttering at the thought of being breached.
"Colby... please," I begged, desperate for more, arching my back, spreading my legs. My balls hung heavy and full, my cock throbbing with need, and his firm fingers dug into my flesh in the most perfect way.
"Tell me what you want," he said, his voice low and dangerous.
"Your cock. I need your cock inside me."
"Such a greedy little slut, aren't you?" he taunted, landing another stinging blow, this time on my thighs. "You like to play the dom, but once you get going, you're just a bottom boy whore."
I cried out, my body shaking with need as the pain melded with my arousal. He hit me again and again, and the emotions that coursed through me as pleasure and pain melded together were intense, breaking me. He stopped when he realized I was crying, but it was a good sort of crying.
"What's wrong?"
I dropped my forehead against the wall. "I'm afraid."
"Of what?"
"I worry you'll never truly understand who I am, or like me as a person." I took a shaky breath, my erection wilting a little at the intense emotions that came with that admission. "I know you love her, but I want that, too. Your love."
"Baby," Colby whispered, stepping in close. He ran a hand down over my ass, tracing the welts he'd made on my skin. "You're amazing. The way you give yourself over to passion, put yourself out there, let this whole thing happen. I may have judged you harshly at first, but I like you, Gunnar."
I smiled, a flush rising to my cheeks. "I always liked you. But you were so prickly."
Colby laughed. "You married the woman I love! Of course I was prickly. I didn't know the three of us could be this. I didn't even know this was possible." He tilted my chin and captured my lips in a rough kiss. His fingers trailed down to my crack.
