Page 34 of The Third Wheel
I smirked at Mira, who had announced early in the evening that she planned to domme tonight. And knowing Mira and the contents of our extensive BDSM contract, whatever she had in mind would be sexy as hell. When she took control, she often pushed our boundaries, making sure we tried new things, both with each other and with her.
She unwound the beautiful silk, letting it pool around her feet, slipping out of the blouse and petticoat she wore beneath. My heart pounded as she revealed a red and black leather and lace corset that hugged her curves, skimpy lace panties that barely covered her, and knee-high combat boots. Fucking hell, she looked amazing. And badass. And a little scary.
"Damn, babe," Gunnar rumbled, his eyes drinking her in. I couldn't blame him. Our wife—fuck, that thought alone got me going—knew how to keep us on our toes.
"You look beautiful," I breathed.
"And I was wondering about the combat boots during the ceremony," Gunnar said, amusement dancing in his eyes.
"Ah, well. I wanted to dress the part," Mira smirked as she pulled a red and black riding crop from the side of her boot, giving her hand a sharp slap with it. The sound echoed through the room, making me shiver. "Ready to submit to Mistress Mira?" she asked, her brown eyes filled with mischief.
"Fuck yes," we both answered eagerly.
"Strip each other," Mira commanded, waving her crop like a wand, her eyes never leaving us. "And make it a show. Entertain me."
Gunnar and I locked gazes, an unspoken understanding passing between us. We moved closer, peeling away each other's clothes. We were both in grey suits, and stripping away his tie and his jacket was a pleasure. He looked sexy as hell in formal wear. I wanted to kiss him, but Mira hadn't commanded it, so I focused on baring him to her.
"You two are sluts for each other, aren't you?" Mira said, grinning.
"I love having him stuffed inside me." Gunnar laughed, a wicked glint in his eyes. My hands found their way to Gunnar's belt buckle, fumbling as I worked to undo it. He mirrored my actions, our fingers brushing against one another as we undid buttons.
"Slow down. Savor it." Mira snapped the crop against Gunnar's ass, and he froze.
I took a deep breath and reached for his shirt collar, slipping the buttons free, one by one, baring his muscled chest, his pierced nipples. His body was gorgeous, but the thing I loved most about him was the way he took care of us—that and his wicked, filthy mind. He stilled as I shoved the shirt down over his shoulders, turning him to face Mira and stepping behind him, sucking on his neck as I ran my hands down to his fly.
"Much better, Colby. Such a good boy for me," Mira praised. When we’d started all of this, I’d thought I knew everything about her, but seeing this other side of her—the sultry, wild vixen she hid from most of the world—changed everything. My love for her was so deep it bordered on obsession.
Slowly, I undid his fly, pushing his underwear down over his hips and letting his cock spring free, until it slapped against his stomach. Mira gasped as I took him in hand, stroking him, giving the head of his cock a gentle squeeze. He leaned back against me, letting me fondle his balls, then shove his pants down further, until I was on my knees, slipping his boxer briefs over his ankles.
I stopped to bite the thick meat of his ass, because who wouldn't? He reached back, threading his fingers through my hair. Mira paced around us, tapping his balls with the crop, making him groan.
"Such a slut for pain," she said, grinning wickedly, giving his balls a harder tap. I watched his cock jolt, leaking a drop of pre-cum that stretched to the floor.
He turned to me, positioning me to face Mira, and standing behind me, mimicking what I'd done as he revealed my body to our woman. I watched her, groaning as his rough mechanic's hands roamed over my body. He knew all the spots that made my nerve endings light up. Shifting forward, he pressed his cock into the crack of my ass as it was bared. Mira swatted him.
"You can have Colby's hole later," she said, smirking. My eyes widened, and I gasped. I’d never let him inside me, and she knew it. "That's right, Colby. Tonight, you take Gunnar's cock in all the ways. But we're going to do it while you're inside me. Once you’re pinned between us, you're going to lose your fucking mind. We're going to make sure you know you're our husband."
I whimpered, my body hot and needy for my husband and my wife.
"Alright, boys," Mira purred, savoring the power she held over us. "I want you two to lie on the bed, side by side, heads on opposite ends."
Gunnar shot me a knowing glance, a delicious shiver running down my body as we moved into position. As we settled into place, our cocks lined up perfectly with each other's mouths. We were hard and twitching, almost as if our cocks were begging to be devoured. I licked my lips, my arousal mirrored in Gunnar's blue eyes, which were fixed on my throbbing erection.
"Perfect," Mira said, stalking over to the edge of the bed. With a wicked grin, she produced two pairs of leather cuffs from behind her back and proceeded to bind our wrists, ensuring our hands remained out of play. The cool leather against my skin sent another thrill through me. I wanted to touch him, but the only way to do it was with my mouth.
"Is this what you wanted, Colby?" Mira's voice dripped with seduction. "To be at my mercy? To let me decide when and how you get to touch our husband?"
"Y-yes, Mistress Mira," I stammered, my body quivering as she slapped my ass playfully with the crop. I had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and I loved it.
"Good boy," she praised, her hand sliding down my chest to cup my aching balls. I couldn't help but groan at the contact, my hips bucking involuntarily. Mira giggled, the sound like music to my ears.
"Patience, Colby," she admonished. "I'll decide when you get to come tonight."
"Of course, Mistress." I bit back another moan as her fingertips grazed the sensitive skin around my cock. The room seemed to grow hotter with each passing second, our passion burning brighter than the candles surrounding us.
Gunnar's impressive cock was tantalizingly close to my face, and I shifted forward, breathing in his scent.
"Colby Storm," she said, slapping my ass with the crop, "there's one thing you've never done, and that's suck our husband's cock."
