Mine (The Club Wonderland)

Chapter 2

CHAPTER TWO

A nnabel woke early and worked while she waited. By half passed eight, she gave up all pretense of working. She paced. Would Ryan call or Andrew? They were interested last night but would their interest last?

All the way home last night, she felt aroused and pleased with how she took control of the two men. She dreamt of them. Or more precisely, she dreamt of them submitting to her every demand. She thought of them as she masturbated last night. They invaded her thoughts.

“What do I do next,” she asked herself. In the past, she followed a five date rule. If a guy didn’t bore her completely in five dates, she might have sex with him.

She stopped pacing in the middle of her bedroom. “I’m not waiting for five dates,” she said. “I need supplies.”

Her phone rang and she glanced at the time. Nine on the dot. She let it ring three times before she answered. “Hello.”

“Hello, Annabel,” his deep voice vibrated across the line.

“Did you touch yourself last night,” Annabel asked.

“I wanted to,” Ryan confessed. “You made me want to.”

“Were you a good boy for me,” Annabel demanded.

“Yes,” Ryan said. “I dreamt of you.”

“Are you hard?”

“Standing straight up,” he confessed.

“Good,” Annabel said. Did she give him relief or did she make him wait until they were together.

“What would you like me to do?”

“Tell me about your body,” she demanded. “Honestly. If I allow you to become my partner, I’ll know if you lie. I hate lying.”

“I’m tanned,” he said. “I have tan lines because most of the time I’m on site or in public. I do have a private pool.”

“Do you lounge around naked,” Annabel asked.

“Yes,” he confessed.

“Does Andrew join you,” Annabel bit her lip.

“Yes,” he grinned as he met Andrew’s eyes.

“Is he listening and watching you,” Annabel hardened her voice.

“He is,” Ryan admitted. “He’s dressed.”

“Does he want to be naked,” Annabel asked.

“He does.”

“He’ll have to wait. He hasn’t earned being naked with me yet.”

“Yes, Annabel. Can he watch?”

“I suppose.” Annabel swallowed as she visualized the two men interacting. “There will be no touching. Now tell me about the rest of your body?”

“I have a scar on my ribs from a snowmobile accident,” Ryan said.

“Describe it to me,” Annabel asked.

“It’s bumpy,” Ryan ran his hand along his lowest rib. “I was eleven, my brother was sixteen. We took the snowmobile out and he slid on some ice. I was thrown off the back and into a barbed wire fence.”

“Sounds painful. The scar is still bumpy as a reminder,” Annabel said. “Do you still snowmobile?”

“Yes, but I prefer to drive,” Ryan smiled. “My brother felt guilty for years after.”

“Are you close with him,” Annabel asked.

“Somewhat. He’s busy with his wife and kids,” Ryan said.

“Hmmm. Any other scars? Tattoos?”

“No to both. Andrew thinks I should get a tattoo but nothing has inspired me enough to permanently mark my body.”

“Would you get one if I told you to,” Annabel asked.

“What do you want on my body,” he asked.

“Nothing. Or more to the point, I want you tied to my bed so I can tell you exactly what I want you to do.”

“Hmmmm. I’m willing to be tied to your bed.”

“Are you willing to have Andrew do things to you as well?”

“Yes. We’ve shared before.”

“Have you?”

“We like the same type of woman,” Ryan whispered in her ear.

“What kind of woman do you like,” Annabel asked.

“One who knows what she likes,” Ryan said.

“You’re in construction? I assume you’re muscular. Tell me about your muscles,” Annabel ordered.

“We’ve done construction our whole lives,” Ryan wanted to rub his cock and ease the ache. “I’ve got a six pack.”

“Are you touching them now?”

“Do you want me to,” Ryan asked. His eyes met Andrew’s.

“Is he watching?”

“Definitely,” Ryan grinned. “You want me to tease him?”

“I do. Ryan,” she purred his name.

“Anything, I’ll do anything,” he murmured.

“Run your hands over your abs. No touching your cock,” Annabel said. “Just your abs.”

“They feel tense,” he murmured. “My cock is so hard it’s throbbing.”

“Good,” Annabel imagined what he looked like. “Keep your eyes on Andrew’s.”

“Yes, mistress,” Ryan murmured.

Annabel felt a flutter of pleasure in her stomach. “Do you want me to touch you there? Touch those hard muscles?”

“Yes,” he breathed into the phone.

“Do you want him to touch you there?”

“Yes,” Ryan wanted satisfaction.

“No touching by anyone unless I give permission. Can you wait for me to give permission?”

“Yes,” he ground the word out.

“Do you want to wait long,” she asked.

“No, mistress,” he begged.

Feeling excited and aroused, she wanted to strip naked and have both men before her. “Touch your… lips,” she told him. “Lightly.”

“Yes, Annabel,” he said.

“Imagine my lips are a breath from your lips, Ryan,” Annabel whispered her instructions.

“I want your lips on mine,” he murmured.

“Hmmm,” Annabel said. “Will you have dinner with me tonight?”

“Yes,” Ryan’s voice rumbled with desire and need.

“You may not touch anything other than your lips for now,” Annabel instructed. “You will be a good boy, won’t you?”

“Yes, Annabel,” Ryan agreed.

“Seven, tonight,” Annabel ordered. “You will not be late. I’ll text you the address.”

Annabel hung up and dropped her phone on the bed. She flopped back on the bed. Her taut nipples ached and she felt an itch deep in her core. She needed to get herself composed. Andrew would call in thirty minutes. She had the perfect punishment for him. Would he allow her to punish him? She moaned. “I hope so,” she murmured.

“Fuck,” Ryan touched his lips for the fourth time. “I want her. I’ve never ached for a woman like this.”

“She won’t know if I help you with that,” Andrew offered.

“No. No. I want to know what she’ll demand of me next,” Ryan said. “I need a damn cold shower. I hope she’s as direct in person. You liked what she said and did right?”

“I cannot wait to see what her punishment for me will be,” Andrew confessed. He reached down a hand to Ryan. “Do you think she’ll want me to undress for her?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know but I want to listen and watch,” Ryan took his hand and adjusted himself. “I’m hitting the shower.”

“Cold,” Andrew smirked.

“Only way I’ll make it to tonight,” Ryan rubbed his chest. “Wait for me with the call.”

“I will not be late calling her. If you aren’t here, you’ll miss out,” Andrew pushed him towards the bathroom.

“She might punish you more if you keep her waiting,” Ryan tempted him.

“Or she might drop me completely,” Andrew frowned. “I’m not waiting. No matter how much you tempt me.”

“I’ll be back in ten,” Ryan grinned.

Staring in the mirror, Annabel saw her flushed cheeks. She splashed cold water on her face and rubbed a cold cloth over the back of her neck. She felt aroused and powerful. She never felt this powerful with her previous lovers. She realized this was the missing part in her love life. Her ex-husbands dominated her. Occasionally, they submitted to what she wanted but nothing like this.

She’d read about Doms and subs but the men in her lives wanted her to submit to them. She wasn’t interested. But now with Ryan, even with no physical contact, she felt more arousal than in most of her other encounters. She wanted to strip them both naked and inspect them. She wanted them facing each other.

She tapped her phone to see the time. Ten minutes before he was supposed to call. Did she have a good enough punishment for him? She hoped so. She scanned her room. Was there enough room for them here? She owned the biggest bed on the market. Was she thinking too vanilla? What she wanted to happen in the room definitely wasn’t vanilla but she wanted… heat rushed through her as she imagined them. She thought about different positions and different things she’d read. She wanted to try it all.

“Get real, Annabel,” she muttered. “First times usually suck. Especially with alpha assholes.”

So make it not suck or better yet, make them suck you and each other. Make them bring you to orgasm before you allow them to climax. That will be a first.

“Yes,” she nodded as she realized that’s exactly what she wanted. She picked up her phone when it rang.

She let it ring four times before she answered. “Hello Andrew.”

“Hello Annabel,” Andrew echoed her greeting.

“What are you wearing?”

Andrew glanced down at his jeans, t-shirt, and then across the room as Ryan came out wearing a towel. “Blue jeans, white t-shirt, no shoes or socks.”

“Are your jeans tight?”

“They’re comfortable,” Andrew said. “My oldest pair.”

“Is your cock pushing on them,” she asked.

“I’ve been hard since I met you,” Andrew confessed.

“Did you pleasure yourself last night,” she kept her tone quiet.

“I wanted to,” Andrew confessed. “I thought about you for a long time.”

“Did you gratify your desire?”

“I want to wait for you,” Andrew admitted. “I’ve got to be honest. Most women only play at being dominant in the bedroom. They want the guy to chase them and take control.”

“You find that boring,” Annabel smiled.

“It’s old.”

“But you like dominating Ryan.”

“We both get satisfaction from it,” Andrew agreed.

“Is he there?”

“Took a cold shower. Refused to let me ease his… tension.”

“Still naked?”

“Wearing a towel,” Andrew swept his eyes over Ryan. “I’m not telling you what to do but I have to say, I want to see how you take him over.”

“Are you being an alphahole?”

“No, sharing some of what I thought about last night.”

“Can you really cook?” Annabel hunted up the article and reread it. He’d said he liked cooking.

“I like cooking.”

“Good. Come with Ryan tonight and cook for me.”

“What about my punishment,” Andrew asked.

“You’ll find out more when you get here,” she evaded answering him.

“You’re torturing me,” Andrew growled.

“Seven. Be on time or be punished.” Annabel hung up the phone and giggled.

Annabel stood in her closet. She saw business clothes and conservative clothes. She didn’t see what she wanted.

“Mom, what do you want to say? You always tell me to dress for the message you want to get across,” Olivia asked.

“I’m in control but not business control, sexy control,” Annabel bit her lip.

“Yeah, I get it,” Olivia said. “Leather is too obvious. You haven’t bought a whip yet, have you?”

“Livie,” Annabel blushed.

“You told me you were bored with vanilla,” Olivia laughed. “Seriously. What outfit makes you feel sexy?”

“I have lingerie which makes me want to see the reaction of men but it’s under my clothes,” Annabel confessed.

“Why? Show me.”

“Like take pictures?”

“Video chat, mom,” Olivia laughed.

“All right. Hold on.” Annabel stripped down to her blue bustier tank. Lace encased her stomach, rhinestones and lace covered her breasts. Boning ran vertically down the sides. Annabel kept her button down shirt on over the top of this undergarment. She turned on her camera and set it on the shelf.

“Wow,” Olivia said. “What are you wearing on the bottom?”

“Linen pants,” Annabel said.

“Is that a man’s shirt?”

“No but it’s designed to look like one,” Annabel said. “It’s super soft and feels good.”

“You’ve got the top, but don’t button up the shirt, let it hang loose around you,” Olivia said. “It looks hots.”

“You don’t think that’s…”

“It’s definitely not vanilla,” Olivia smiled. “Now let’s see what we can do with the bottom.”

“I have matching boy shorts,” Annabel held them up. “The lace and rhinestone patterns match.”

“Perfect for the reveal… I think pants more than a skirt. Don’t you have those pants with lace in the side seams?”

“Those are super tight,” Annabel reached into her closet to find them. “Love how they look but not really appropriate for any of the events I’ve been to or work.”

“Put them on,” Olivia ordered.

“I’m not young and skinny like you,” Annabel reminded her.

“You’re sexy and beautiful,” Olivia said. “Stand back. Let me see.”

“They’re better without the underwear,” Annabel said. She stepped out of view to change and stepped back in.

“Oh perfect,” Olivia said. “Now… nothing flashy for jewelry. Not a lot of makeup either.”

“Don’t you think I should… I don’t know.”

“Do you think your face needs enhancing?”

“I think I’m forty-two years old. Shouldn’t I try to look younger?”

“You have excellent genetics as grandma tells both of us. She barely looks in her seventies,” Olivia reminded her. “You don’t look forty two. Half the time people think we’re sisters not mother and daughter.”

“I can’t believe I’m doing this. I met them yesterday. I know nothing about them.”

“But you said they made you feel sexy and in control,” Olivia reminded her.

“I need to push my own boundaries to get the sexual satisfaction I want. This includes having confidence in myself,” Annabel said more to herself than Olivia.

“Now you’re talking,” Olivia grinned. “Now this is what you will do. Go take a bath. Linger a little and relax. Then you will put on this outfit we’ve picked out. A little perfume between your breasts. Get a drink and a good book and go sit by the fire until they arrive. I bet they’ll be prompt.”

“If they’re not I’ll punish them,” Annabel grinned.

“Good,” Olivia laughed. “Mom. Does this feel right?”

“It does,” Annabel nodded.

“One thing. While you’re eating dinner, you need to take control and have the conversation.”

“What do you mean?”

“This is a complex situation. You always feel more in control when you lay it out,” Olivia said. “Like you did for me when we had the sex talk.”

“You want me to have a sex talk with them?”

“You know better. I did some research on polyamorous and femme dommes,” Olivia said.

“Really?”

“I love you. I want you happy and I wanted to know more. So, I researched. This lifestyle is about consent. You all have to give your consent for what will happen. They must agree to be your subs and you have to think about what will bring them the most pleasure. This means the three of you need to talk about all aspects of the evening. Are you providing condoms? Will they? Or are you willing to let them go uncovered?”

“You’re right,” Annabel said. “It’s like a negotiation but around our sexual preferences.”

“It’s what you taught me to do,” Olivia said. “Now I love you but I have an exam to study for. Go get ready to dominate your sex slaves.”

Annabel laughed, “I’m not making them my slaves.”

“Are you sure? Enjoy. Love you!”

“Love you too,” Annabel picked up her phone and hit the button. “She’s right… she’s right about it all.”

Stripping her clothes, she put her phone on the charger and walked into her bathroom. A hot bath sounded good.

“Did we get everything,” Andrew asked as they walked up to the checkout.

“You’re nervous,” Ryan grinned.

“I am,” Andrew admitted as he put food on the conveyor belt.

“I cannot wait to see her,” Ryan placed the items he carried on the belt. “You have to cook a solid meal.”

“It will be,” Andrew pulled out his phone to make sure he picked up everything the recipe required. Once through the checkout, he said. “I hope she takes the lead. I want her to dominate me.”

“Physically, mentally, emotionally, and sexually,” Ryan said. “It’s all I’ve thought about since she approached us.”

“Get in,” Andrew urged as he put the groceries in the car. “I don’t want to be late.”

“We have to make one more stop,” Ryan said.

“Condoms,” Andrew said. “I know. The Body Shop is still open.”

“Do we have time?”

“I think so.”

“We don’t want to be late.” Ryan reminded. He rubbed his hands down his jeans. He wore a button down dress shirt with his jeans and cowboy boots.

“We won’t be,” Andrew wore jeans, polo shirt and dress shoes.

“GPS from the Body Shop to her place will take ten minutes. That gives us nearly an hour to shop,” Ryan said. “Should we pick up other things?”

“Not this time,” Andrew nudged him. “Let’s see what she wants to do. Maybe we can bring her here.”

“She might already have toys,” Ryan closed his eyes. “I’m wound up.”

“I know. Let’s see what they have and go from there,” Andrew said. “I want to get her something she’ll like but I don’t know what her preferences are.”

“It’s a risk,” Ryan opened his door as Andrew put the car in park. The high end sex shop offered a variety of toys, clothing, and protection.

“Thirty minutes, protection, and maybe something to bring Annabel pleasure,” Andrew said.

Sitting on her couch with her feet tucked under her, Annabel read a naughty book while she waited for the two men to show up. Every few paragraphs she stopped to check the time. She rose and stretched. She stared at her reflection. She felt good in the outfit.

She pushed her feet into three inch heels the same blue as her bustier. She thought about pouring a drink but opted not to. She wanted to be sober. She thought about what they needed to talk through before they dove into this.

She laughed as she realized she approached it as she would a business negotiation. It worked for her business. This involved more important things. Why wouldn’t she negotiate?

The knock on her door heralded their arrival. She felt her stomach flip and her nipples harden. Taking a deep breath, she walked to her door and used the peep hole before opening the door.

“Hello,” she smiled seeing them with their arms full of grocery bags and a bag from the Body Shop. “You’re early. I like it.”

Ryan swallowed as he stared at her. Andrew moaned as he leaned closer. “Hi,” he murmured. “You take my breath away.”

Annabel leaned close, inhaled the male scent of them. “Good start to the evening,” she murmured. “You will still be punished.”

“Yes, mistress,” he caught his breath.

“You, on the other hand, don’t need punishing,” Annabel leaned close.

“You… amazing,” he stuttered the words.

She took his hand. “Come in. Let’s get better acquainted.”

“Absolutely,” Ryan nearly dropped his bags.

“Let’s go to my kitchen,” Annabel showed them into her state of the art kitchen.

“This is impressive. Do you cook?” Andrew set his bags on the counter.

“I do,” Annabel said. “I’m not a huge fan of cooking.”

“I love it. It’s different from building.” Andrew unpacked the bags.

“This bag we’ll set aside for later,” Annabel snatched the Body Shop bag out of the grocery bags and walked it to the dining room. “Ryan, are you helping him or standing there?”

“Helping,” Ryan shook his head. “You’re stunning.”

“Tell me about yourselves,” Annabel asked. “Not the fluff stuff you told the magazine.”

“You don’t want to know our favorite colors,” Andrew asked.

“Not particularly,” Annabel laughed. “Nor do I want to know your astrological sign. Let’s start with the hard stuff. What religion are you both? Are you a regular attendant?”

“My mom raised me in the Methodist religion,” Ryan said. “It didn’t take.”

“What do you believe,” Annabel asked.

“I’m more spiritual. I believe in a higher power, I just don’t think the organized religions have all the details right,” Ryan said. “I studied religion in college.”

“You minored in it,” Andrew put in as he chopped vegetables.

Annabel walked to the breakfast bar. Ryan pulled out the chair for her. “With going into construction, why take religion as a minor?”

Ryan sat in the chair next to her. His leg bumped against hers. “My mom’s a believer. I’m not. I wanted to know more.”

“In knowing more, did you discover one you preferred,” Annabel asked.

“Not really. They’re all pretty similar.” Ryan folded his hands on the breakfast bar.

“Can I get you a drink,” Andrew asked.

“Until we determine all the parameters of this, I think we should leave alcohol off the table.” Annabel said. “Later, we can indulge.”

“Because you want us all capable of giving consent,” Andrew surmised.

“Not just a hunk,” Annabel noted. “A hunk with a brain. Sexy.”

“Most women see the hunk and nothing else,” Andrew raised his eyebrow.

“Their loss. Intellect is more attractive than the brawn,” Annabel said. “I’m not looking for a fighter. I’ve had fighters. They’re tedious mostly.”

“Are you still seeing the judge?” Ryan motioned for Andrew to give him something to do. Andrew pushed a cutting board and carrots to him.

“I’m single,” Annabel said. “No one is in my bed, for now.”

“We are as well,” Ryan said. “My preferences are to be with a strong woman who will tell me exactly what she wants and what she wants me to do.”

“If that includes male interaction,” Annabel asked.

“Even better,” Ryan said.

“Ryan’s submissive but you aren’t,” Annabel said. “What are your preferences?”

“Flexibility,” Andrew smiled. “I like a woman who knows what she wants and expresses it. Neither of us are into corporal punishment.”

“Your punishment does not involve corporal punishment,” Annabel smiled. “I will be honest. My sexual life has been dominated by alpha male types and has left me disappointed. I know what I don’t like and will be vocal on that. No means no for me.”

“As it should for everyone,” Andrew said.

“I’ve never dominated a man before but I will be the one in control of all of our interactions,” Annabel said. “I expect you to tell me when something is out of bounds for you.”

“Only thing out of bounds for us right now is we want you to ourselves,” Ryan said.

“The three of us,” Annabel leaned close to Ryan. Her eyes met his before dipping to his lips.

“Yes,” Ryan leaned towards her. He wanted her lips to touch his. He wanted her to kiss him.

“Andrew?”

“Yeah,” he stood watching Annabel lean close. He wanted to see them kiss. He wanted her lips on his. He felt his cock might explode at any moment.

“Your punishment is to watch until I say otherwise,” she turned her head. Her eyes swept over his body, noted the bulge in his jeans. “You may take off your shirt but the pants stay on and you will only watch.”

“I want to tackle the two of you so badly,” Andrew gulped. “I’ll take my punishment.”

“Excellent,” she saw he submitted despite what he wanted. She suspected he liked to watch. “Now what should we use for a safe word?”

Ryan inhaled the gentle scent of her. He felt her hand on his cheek and closed his eyes. “Pickles.”

She laughed, “Pickles it is. If you don’t like anything I tell you to do, just say it and we’ll stop.” She felt his shoulders, ran her hands down the buttons on his shirt. She undid a button and trailed a finger on his bare chest. “You didn’t lie.”

“No, I won’t ever lie to you,” he reached for her but she pulled back and raised an eyebrow. “Where do you want my hands?”

“In your lap for now,” Annabel leaned in the moment he asked. “Are you breathless?”

“Yes,” he watched as she kept her eyes on his.

“Do you want me to kiss you,” she asked with her lips a breath from his.

“Definitely,” he murmured. Andrew bit his lip as he watched them draw closer and closer.

Annabel focused on Ryan. She heard his breath catch. She touched his wrist and felt his heart pounding. Closing her eyes, she connected her mouth to his. Lingering, she pressed her lips against his gently discovering what they felt like. Firm, but soft, he opened to her. She slid her tongue in and teased his.

Annabel felt a spear of need race through her. She wanted him naked and to take him on the stool he sat on. She felt his hands move towards her but dropped her hands to take his. She moved one to her neck and one to her thigh.

He traced the lace pattern on the outer part of her thigh while her lips destroyed his ability to think. His body revved and his need spiked.

When she withdrew her lips, he felt bereft. “Delicious,” she smiled. Without moving, she turned to see Andrew’s reaction. His mouth hung open as he gripped the counter.

“Sexy,” he muttered.

“Why is your shirt still on?”

“I didn’t want to miss a moment of watching,” he confessed. Slowly setting his knife on the counter, he pulled his shirt over his head.

She took a long moment to take in his tight abs, strong arms, the smattering of hair across his chest and the line of hair leading from his belly button down into his pants. “Better,” Annabel smiled. Andrew’s smile widened to a grin. “Cooking better be occurring.”

“Yes, mistress,” Andrew picked up his knife.

“Now, you’ve done well for a first kiss,” Annabel turned back to Ryan. His lips begged for more attention. She grinned as she playfully nipped his lower lip. She tipped his head to nip along his jaw. He moaned as her hands unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it aside.

His fingers traced the lace on the outer edge of her pants. He fell into her caresses. “Annabel,” he muttered her name as she tugged on his earlobe.

She drew back. “Hmmm you’re a good appetizer.”

“I want more,” he leaned forward.

“You’ll get more,” she smiled. “When I say you get more. There’s a bottle of wine in the fridge. Pour a glass for each of us.”

“Because now we’ve consented, alcohol is a nice addition,” Ryan said.

“Yes,” Annabel smiled as she watched him rise from the stool. She stepped into him. “We’ll take our time tonight. We need to punish Andrew.”

Ryan grinned, “I’m happy to assist.” His eyes flicked to Andrew’s and back to Annabel’s.

Annabel watched Ryan walk away from her. She enjoyed his disheveled look with his shirt undone and his cock hard against his pants.

She walked behind Andrew while he chopped vegetables. “Don’t get distracted. The last thing we need is blood as part of our meal.” She touched his back. He jerked with his first contact. “Don’t you want me to touch you?”

“I do,” he sounded breathless.

“But you weren’t expecting me to,” Annabel asked.

“It’s a thing,” Ryan murmured.

“What is?” Annabel frowned.

“My father liked to lecture me and when he went behind me, he… he believed in corporal punishment,” Andrew shared.

Annabel frowned before she gently touched his back. She felt the muscles flex under her hands. “Does this feel like corporal punishment?”

“No,” Andrew swallowed as he felt desire tingle through his entire body.

She shifted around him, got between him and the counter. “Put your utensils down.”

“Yes, Annabel,” he set the knife on the counter and wiped his hands on a towel.

“I’ll tell you what to do. I’ll make you obey me and only me,” she slid her fingers over his tight abs and up his chest and down again. She gripped his belt and tugged him closer to her. “I will never use corporal punishment unless we discuss it ahead of time. It doesn’t turn me on to hurt you.”

She met his eyes, saw a flicker of something before he nodded. “Thank you.”

She tugged him down until she pressed her lips to his. “No one hurts my people.”

His arms wrapped around her. She allowed him to hold her tight against him. She cleared her throat. She wanted to take them to her bed. She wanted them naked and satisfying her which she thought would satisfy them.

“You’re a naughty boy holding me so tight,” she murmured against his lips. “I’ll allow it this time.”

“Yes, Annabel,” he grinned.

“Now, put us to work. What do you need done?”

They worked together in the kitchen making a meal for themselves. Andrew told them what needed to be done and Annabel assigned tasks.

Carrying the last few items to the table, she stood by her chair. “Andrew.”

Seeing her standing by the chair, he moved to pull it out for her. “Yes, Annabel.”

“You both may sit,” she said once she sat comfortably.

They passed food around and chatted over general topics while they ate. When they finished, Andrew asked, “Would you like me to clean up so you and Ryan can get comfortable?”

“While I plan to punish you, it won’t take the form of cleaning up after a shared meal. It will be in the bedroom and you will ache for me to stop.” Annabel piled dishes together. “This won’t take long to clean up. Then we’ll go to my bedroom.”

“All three of us,” Andrew asked.

“Oh yes,” Annabel carried dishes to the kitchen. She opened the dishwash and loaded it while the two brought the rest of the debris from the dining room.

She stepped in front of Andrew as he returned from the dining room. “The meal was excellent. Thank you for cooking.”

“You’re welcome,” he grinned.

She slid her hands along the edge of his pants. He leaned down hoping for another kiss. She tipped her head up but put a finger on his lips. “Do you want me?”

“Yes,” he groaned.

“Go to my bedroom and turn down the blankets. There are candles around the room. Light them. For this first time, we’ll see how we get along without toys.”

“I’ll take care of preparing the room,” he agreed.

“When you’re done, you will sit in the chair facing my bed and not move until you’re told to,” Annabel instructed.

“This is part of my punishment,” Andrew asked.

“Yes, Ryan and I will be in eventually,” Annabel said. She brushed her lips across his before stepping aside to let him walk away.

Andrew strode down the hall and recognized the main bedroom at the end. He took in the luxury of the room. He saw her in there. Elegant and comfortable. Moving to the bed, he turned down the sheets and blankets so they were folded neatly at the end of the bed. He wanted to watch her take over Ryan. He wanted to know how she handled them.

His cock ached. He wanted to get off but knew if he went in her bathroom and jerked off quick, she’d know and it would spoil the night. He lit candles around the room. He walked around the chair many times as he went from bedside table to dresser to opposite bedside table. He wondered what they did. He heard the clink of dishes and strained to hear if they did more. Would they start kissing out there? Was she undressing him more? He heard his heart throbbing in his ears. He wanted to storm out there and demand.

It was his choice. He knew it was all up to him. He could go out to watch them or sit here and wonder. She wanted him to wonder. She wanted him to think about what might be happening. He had a choice to submit to her demand or to disobey it. If he submitted, his own imagination would drive him crazy with options of what they were doing.

He stared at the chair and grinned. Damn. How did she know? It’s the perfect punishment.

He sat in the chair. Crossing his legs, he strained to hear what they did.

“The kitchen’s clean,” Ryan stated the obvious.

“Yes,” she sat on her sofa. “Join me.”

“Because you want him to wonder and imagine,” Ryan asked.

“Because I want to learn more about you,” Annabel said.

“What do you want to know?”

“Have you had lovers without him?”

“Yes,” he said. “Several but with him in the mix, I’ve enjoyed the encounters more.”

“Am I a sex toy to the two of you,” she asked.

“We aren’t lovers without a woman,” Ryan said. “I enjoy sex with women and men. I prefer sex with a woman over men but I’m good with either.”

“Does he feel the same,” she asked.

“You’ll have to ask him,” Ryan said.

“I will,” Annabel admitted.

“Do you like living here?”

“I like the set up. I’d rather have somewhere more private,” Annabel confessed.

“You’ll have to check out our places,” Ryan suggested. “I’ve got a private pool and Andrew has a sex room.”

“Does he,” Annabel raised her eyebrows. “What’s in it?”

“It’s not done yet,” Ryan laughed. “He started on it last week. He’s got ideas but hasn’t settled on a final design.”

“Maybe I’ll give him directions on it,” Annabel stated. She had no idea what went into a sex room but she knew people.

“Have you gone to Club Wonderland? We’ve visited a time or two,” Ryan grinned.

“Have you found a Domme you like there?”

“We’ve had some fun but no,” Ryan admitted.

“Ryan?” Annabel leaned close to him.

“Hmmm,” he stared at her lips as she came closer.

“Stop talking and kiss me,” she ran her hands through his hair. Long moments passed as she explored his lips, his jawline, his neck. Her hands wandered and discovered he liked his hair tugged and his nipples rubbed.

She felt the moment he let go and submitted to her caresses. Her hands wandered down his chest. She rubbed her nails across his hard nipples, making him moan.

She drew back and used her fingers to outline the muscles in his abs. He bit his lip and swallowed. She pressed her lips against his and felt the heat of him. She wanted him but she wanted Andrew as well.

Rising from where they sat, she tugged on his hand, “Let’s see if Andrew’s been a good boy.”

“Yes, Annabel,” he rose to follow her.

She felt her heart race as she walked with him down the hall. Flickering candlelight reflected at the end of the hall. She saw him sitting with his head back, his fists clenched on the arms of the chair. As she entered the room, she watched as he opened his eyes. Heat and need reflected in his eyes. “You will watch until I tell you otherwise.”

“Yes, Annabel,” he growled.

Her eyes slid down, took in the bulge in his pants, and smiled. She wanted to undress him but he needed to wait.

She stopped in front of him. All he had to do was lean forward and he’d be able to touch and join in. She leaned over him. “How’s it going?”

“You’ve taken your time,” Andrew took a slow breath. “What now?”

“Now you will sit there and watch,” Annabel turned to Ryan. “Come here.”

“Yes,” Ryan’s gaze met Andrew’s.

“Keep your hands at your side,” she commanded. Walking around him, she tugged his shirt off his shoulders. She ran her hands along his shoulders and down his back. The shirt she dropped on the floor.

She cupped his bum and ran her hands around to trace along his tight abs. Her lips nibbled along his shoulder blades and down his back. Ryan closed his eyes and hummed his pleasure.

She saw Andrew grip the arms of the chair. She smiled as she walked around to Ryan’s front. “I will undress you. You will not cum until I tell you to.”

“Yes, mistress,” Ryan whispered.

With a short quick movement, she jerked his belt free and undid his pants. She felt his bulging cock. She wanted him on his knees in front of her and his cock being worked by Andrew.

She opened his pants and slid them down his muscular legs. “You didn’t go far enough,” she murmured. “Definitely better than you told me.”

“Thank you,” Ryan grinned.

“I like honesty,” Annabel slid her hands under his whitey tidy underwear. She squeezed his bum and watched as his eyes closed.

Ryan hummed as she nipped his chin. She turned to meet eyes with Andrew. She noted his breathing hitched.

She pushed his underwear down. “Step out,” she ordered. She pushed his clothes out of their way. Walking around again, she ran her hand up and down his abs, over his chest. “This looks almost painful,” she murmured.

“I want you,” Ryan confided. “I want you so much.”

“I know,” she felt giddy with the power of his submission. “If you behave, you’ll get me tonight.”

He opened his mouth to respond but babbled when her hand cupped his balls. “I… oh… fuck…”

She smiled but turned to Andrew. “Now Andrew, I have to admit, I’m a bit disappointed,” she leaned close to him. Her lips neared his ear. “The first time I saw you two, I envisioned doing this with all three of us. But you were naughty and now I must punish you.”

“I’m… sorry,” he felt her face next to his. He wanted to sweep her closer but knew she’d object. “I won’t do it again.”

“But you want to now, don’t you,” she read him like an open book. “You want to drag me close and do what you want without a thought to what you need. Or what Ryan needs.”

“I do,” he admitted.

“This is why you must be punished. You need to learn patience,” she smiled slowly. She knew him. She always understood how other people worked and now it kicked in with these two men. “Now Ryan, he wants to be admired. He wants me naked but he knows he must wait until I’m ready. He knows you need punishing for your bad behavior. We both know that this punishment is torturous for you. You like to know what’s going on. You like to be in control but when you’re in control you think too much and forget to enjoy yourself. So, you need to learn patience and control.”

“Damn,” he growled.

“Nailed you,” Ryan smirked.

She brushed her lips against his cheek. “Let’s see how we progress and if you manage to behave while I admire Ryan.”

“I’ll behave,” he met her eyes and held it. “I swear. I’ll behave.”

She cupped his cheek. “I’m a huge believer in proof through actions.” She pressed her lips to his for a long moment. He inhaled her scent and lost himself in her touch. “Patience.”

He growled as she stood back up and faced Ryan. “Now my sweet submissive Ryan. You have directions to follow. If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you touch me. If you’re not… well I have a drawer full of toys which I will use to satisfy myself while you both watch and get no satisfaction.”

“What do you require me to do,” Ryan asked.

“You may help me disrobe,” she held up a finger forestalling him. “Slowly. I will not be rushed or pushed into moving faster than I deem appropriate.”

“Yes, mistress,” he grinned.

“You may begin,” Annabel felt her stomach tighten and her body react. She felt fluid in her core. She definitely enjoyed having their rapt attention.

Ryan walked behind her and took off her button down shirt mimicking her previous actions. All night he got peeks of the lace bustier. He wanted to see if her nipples showed through. The shirt slipped down and Andrew groaned to see the curve of her breasts exposed, her nipples pressed against the lace.

“I take it you like what you see,” Annabel pushed her shoulders back and put her arms behind her back accentuating her breasts.

“Yes… oh, yes,” Andrew met her gaze but dropped down to the bustier again.

“Ryan?”

“You’re stunning,” he swallowed as he revealed more of her body.

She stepped out of the high heels. “Now the pants.”

He reached to her sides and helped shift the tight pants down her legs. His hands warm on her thighs. When she stepped out of the pants, she stepped back into her heels. She thought to be naked but she saw their reaction to how she looked in the heels.

“Andrew, I will sit on your lap. You will watch and not touch.”

“Yes, Annabel,” he gasped out.

“If you don’t behave, I have handcuffs.”

He closed his eyes. “I’ll behave.”

She took the few steps to stand in front of him. “Ryan, you will be solely responsible for getting me to climax. I’ll tell you what I like as you demonstrate your skills.” She bent over to add her pile of clothes to Ryan’s. In doing so, her bum pressed into Andrew’s face.

“You’re already wet,” Andrew noted a glistening on her legs.

“Are you curious what’s aroused me without you touching me,” she wiggled her bum in his face before she sat on his lap.

“Yes,” Andrew whispered again wondering what they did while he waited for them.

“If you behave, you’ll find out… eventually,” she smiled before she turned back to Ryan. “Now my gorgeous man, kneel before me.”

“Yes, mistress,” he moved to stand in front of her. She smiled at his erection but raised her eyebrows when he hesitated. He dropped to his knees and waited for her next order.

“You may begin exploring, but I warn you, when I say no or stop, you will stop or you’ll be out of my bedroom.”

“Yes, mistress,” he whispered. “You’re beautiful. So beautiful.”

“A good start,” she cupped his chin and pulled him closer. She felt Andrew tense beneath her. “Now Ryan, where do you want to start.”

“I’d like to kiss you more,” he confessed.

“Very well,” she rubbed her bottom on Andrew as she leaned towards Ryan. “Remember you’re making love to me. Not Andrew.”

“Oh, yes,” he replied as he met her lips with his. He didn’t push her around. His kiss felt tentative.

She took control of it and deepened it. She slipped her tongue into his mouth. He moaned as his hands traced the edge of the bustier. He cupped her breasts and felt her nipples harden. For long moments, their mouths met and she bent him backwards to control the kiss. He submitted and understood he pleased her when she nipped his lip. The more he pleasured her with his hands, the more she kissed him.

He wanted to know what other actions she enjoyed. He slipped his hands lower, pressing her legs apart. Her thighs glistened with her own fluid. “I want to kiss your neck,” he asked permission.

“You may but no marks,” she approved his next move.

His lips wandered lazily down her neck. She wiggled a little against Andrew. He moaned as he watched Ryan nibble. Andrew groaned, “I want to grab your legs and shove my hands inside you.”

“No,” Annabel raised her eyebrows.

“I know,” he gripped the arms of the chair. “I may cream my pants.”

“You better have control,” she turned her head. Her lips brushed against his. “Do you have control?” Before he answered, Ryan licked along the edge of the bustier and Annabel pressed her lips against his, her teeth nipped his lower lip.

“Yes,” he ground out.

“Do you want to watch while Ryan has me as his dessert?”

“Ryan won’t be able to bring you to climax,” Andrew taunted. “He prefers a more passive role.”

“Sounds like a challenge Ryan,” Annabel cupped Ryan’s face. “Do you accept it?”

“Yes,” Ryan slid his tongue across the lace and her nipple. He teased and tried to suck her nipple through the lace.

“Hmmmm,” Annabel hummed her pleasure.

Ryan slipped his hand over her, cupped her for a moment before he slipped a finger inside her. She shifted slightly, making Andrew moan and opening herself more. She draped a leg over Andrew’s arm on the arm of the chair.

Ryan’s thumb hit her clit, rubbed against it making her moan. Zips of desire and pleasure raced through her. Each slow stroke made her hips press against him. He slipped a second and third finger into her.

“Oh… yes,” she felt her body ramping up. The hard cock under her still clothed did things to her. The man kneeling in a submissive position did more things to her. “Fist me.”

Andrew and Ryan exchanged a glance before Ryan slipped his tongue over her clit and followed her directions. He felt her legs rest on his back as he followed her directions. The heels she wore pressed against his back.

“More,” she demanded gripping his hair.

She turned her face to Andrew. His breath came in short gasps. The closer she came to climaxing, the faster he breathed. “Are you watching?”

He nodded but said nothing.

“Do you want to know if I’d like you down there?”

He nodded again, “Yes. Yes.”

“I want you there,” she smiled as she sucked in a hard breath. “Oh, I’m coming. Ryan, I’m… oh, right there. Oh yes.” She leaned her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. Losing herself in the moment, she felt both men. Her men. One submissive and one partially clothed.

Ryan sucked in her clit, slipped his tongue over her again as he pressed his fingers deep into her. Her body tightened and she fought to not scream for a moment but gave up.

“Yeeessssssss!!!!!!!”

Her ears rang and her heart raced. Her breathing turned ragged as her legs clenched around Ryan’s head.

“Are you pleased, mistress,” he kissed her thigh as he gazed up at her face.

“Yes, my pet,” she gasped out. “You definitely did good.”

“May I continue,” he asked.

“Yes,” she smiled. “Andrew, did you enjoy my first orgasm with Ryan and you?”

“You’re stunning,” he whispered in her ear. “I’m glad he got you off. I want to watch him do it again.”

“And you shall,” Annabel grinned. “I think we’ll move to the bed. Andrew?”

“Yes, mistress,” he bit his lip.

“Will you behave?”

“I’ll try?” He wanted to be part of the next orgasm. He didn’t want to watch but if she made him, he’d take it.

Slowly, she rose off his lap. She rubbed her bottom against him. He moaned. She smiled as she motioned for Ryan to go stand by the bed.

“Now you may stand,” she followed Ryan to the bed. Leaning her head on his arm, she watched Andrew rise. He straightened and his cock bulged, pressing against his jeans. “Do you want to undress him?”

“If you wish me to,” Ryan answered.

She watched Ryan’s reaction to seeing Andrew standing with a hard erection. “Do you want to watch me undress him?”

“I…” Ryan gulped.

“I expect honesty,” Annabel said. “Will you be honest or answer how you think I want you to answer.”

“I want to watch,” Ryan admitted. “He’s talked about you non-stop. He wants you. But he wants you to make him behave. He wants you to make him submit.”

“Does he,” Annabel tapped a finger to her lips. She walked over to Andrew who stood exactly where she told him to. “Is that what you want?”

He found her riveting. She stood in high heeled shoes with only a bustier. Long muscular legs, narrow waist, breasts which he wanted to touch and lick. “Yes,” Andrew confessed. “Since you said you’d punish me, I wanted to know how. I don’t want violence. This… was agonizing. I wanted to push Ryan away so I could plow into you.”

“The minute you plow into me,” she ran her hand up his chest. “Is the moment you’ll lose me. Unless I’ve given you specific permission to do so.”

“I understand,” he leaned into her hand when she cupped his cheek.

“Are you ready to submit to me,” she asked.

“Yes, mistress,” he murmured. “Tell me what you need me to do.”

“Oh, I think you’ll be very pleased with what I have in mind,” she slid her fingers along the waist of his jeans. She unbuttoned his jeans. One button at a time. Her fingers brushed against his cock with every button. He moaned.

“If you cum, I’ll punish you again,” she warned him.

“Yes, mistress,” Andrew gritted his teeth.

She rubbed her hand up and down his hard cock as it bulged over his boxers. “Lovely,” she pushed the cloth away from him.

“Uuuummmm,” he made a noise that was a cross between a hum and a purr.

“I do enjoy a big cock,” Annabel said. “This one seems very aroused. Did we do this to you?”

“Yes,” he whispered closing his eyes.

“Keep your eyes on me,” Annabel demanded.

“Yes, mistress,” he watched her walk around him. He stepped out of his pants when she told him to. Her lips touched his back. Her tongue slipped up and down his spine.

“When someone goes behind you,” she murmured as she cupped his bum. “I want you to think of me doing this to you, instead of what your father did.”

He trembled, “I will.”

“Every time someone walks behind you,” she murmured. “I want you to think of the pleasure I give you.”

She rubbed her hands up and down his back. She cupped his bum, reached between his legs, and cupped his balls.

“Oh,” he sighed the single syllable.

“You want to cum, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“I want you ready,” she withdrew her hand.

He hummed a sad moan.

“Don’t worry. We’re just getting started,” Annabel said. “Go lay in the center of the bed with your head on the pillows.”

“Yes, mistress,” Andrew grinned when he met Ryan’s gaze.

“Let’s see how much control you have,” Annabel smiled. “Ryan, kneel on the bed next to him.”

Ryan swallowed and followed orders. She moved to the opposite side of the bed. She knelt next to Andrew. She ran her hand up and down his cock. “Two swords,” she teased. “Drawn and ready for action. Let’s see if I can put them to good use.”

“Yes, mistress,” Ryan and Andrew spoke together.

“Condoms?”

Andrew pointed to where he spread out the selection they brought.

“Ryan, you may choose for both of you,” Annabel said.

He leaned over and took two from the collection. “Who will be in you first,” he asked.

“Both of you,” she took one condom, tore it open and slipped it over Andrew’s swollen member. She cupped his balls, caressed them before she took the other condom. “You will both do exactly as I say.”

“Yeessssss,” Ryan hissed out the word as she rubbed his balls before sliding the condom on his cock.

“We brought lube,” Andrew murmured. The sight of her leaning over him nearly drove him over the edge.

“Very thoughtful of you,” she said. “We’ll all climax very soon as I think we need it but do not think this will be the end of this encounter.”

“What do you want us to do,” Andrew asked.

She leaned down, brushed her lips across his. “You’ll lay here and take everything we do to you. No complaining. No demanding. No making us go faster to suit you. Take what we do.”

She watched his eyes, saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. He nodded.

“Ryan, while I’m kissing Andrew, you are free to lick anything below our waists,” Annabel instructed.

A grin spread across his mouth, “With pleasure.”

She slid on top of Andrew, pressing her body against his. He struggled not to push up, to try to push into her. Her lips brushed against his. “Focus on me,” she murmured before her lips stole his mind. The sensation of her body sprawled across his, pressing against him made him lose his mind.

Her mouth and tongue delved deep into his. He groaned when she shifted. He spread his legs when Ryan touched his thighs and hers. She nipped his lower lip when Ryan slid his tongue across her clit. He sucked it in making her press against Andrew. He cupped Andrew’s balls and squeezed.

“Oh my,” Andrew mumbled as she worked her way along his jaw. “Oh, jeezus. I…”

“Do you like submitting to our attention,” she whispered in his ear before she bit his earlobe.

“Yes,”

“Do you want to submit more,” she asked.

“Yes, oh all the stars, please don’t stop,” Andrew begged.

“Suck him,” Annabel ordered as her hand slipped between them. She felt the throbbing in his cock as Ryan complied with her command. “You delayed us with your punishment.”

“I… oh my… I’m sssss… oh my … sorry,” he babbled out.

She licked her way to his nipples. They stood up from his chest begging to be licked and bitten. Her tongue slid around one while her thumb pressed into the base of his cock and up the length of him.

He jerked when her teeth nipped and then she sucked his hard nipple. She felt Ryan’s hand inside her. She humped Andrew’s leg, smearing her juices along his thigh.

“I… I…” Andrew muttered gibberish as they gave him the attention. “Annabel… oh Annabel!!!”

“Yes, when you’re a good boy, I give you pleasure,” she shifted away from Ryan’s hand and onto Andrew’s cock. “Hhhhhmmmm. So thick and long.”

Ryan reached for the lube. With some on his fingers, he pushed one into her bum.

“Good boy,” Annabel turned to Ryan. “Keep going. I want your tongue busy.”

“Yes,” his voice trembled as he lowered his mouth to suck in Andrew’s balls.

Annabel kept Andrew buried in her. She didn’t move as Ryan slipped a second finger into her bum and sucked on Andrew.

“Andrew, can you reach Ryan?”

Andrew turned his face away from Annabel to see Ryan’s bum. “Yes.”

“Rub his balls, he’s not as excited as we are and he needs to be,” Annabel returned to teasing Andrew’s nipples.

Andrew nudged Ryan’s legs aside and stroked his long fingers over his sack. Ryan’s growl vibrated through Andrew.

“Jeezus,” Andrew gripped Ryan’s balls and threw his head back.

Annabel grinned against Andrew’s chest. “Yes, he’s exceptionally good with his mouth. He needs a reward, doesn’t he?”

“Yes,” Andrew clipped out the word. “I’m… close.”

“I know,” Annabel cupped his cheeks. “I am too but Ryan needs to be too.”

Andrew rubbed and gripped Ryan’s balls. He felt the hard length of his cock and rubbed up and down as far as he could reach.

“I’m there,” Ryan gasped out. “How do you want me, Annabel? I’m… fuck, I’m close.”

She grinned, “I want you inside me.”

“Here,” Ryan wiggled his fingers in her bum.

“Hmmm yes,” Annabel gave permission.

Ryan shifted, his balls banged against Andrew’s as he lubed his condom and pushed into Annabel slowly.

“Oh… Oh… Oh…” Annabel moaned her pleasure as he connected all three of them.

“Who sets the pace,” Andrew asked.

“Ryan,” Annabel said. “Slow at first. I’ll let you know if I want more.”

“Hmmm hmmmm,” Ryan filled her.

Andrew matched his motions. He watched Annabel for any signs of discomfort.

Her demand, “More.”

Sliding in and out, the men joined with her, connected their bodies so the three of them were one. Ryan reached between then and rubbed her clit as they moved. Sensations rippled through him and saw Andrew felt the same.

“I… I’m… oh… almost there,” she felt full. Both of them pressing into her, slowly, gently felt right for the first time. She saw their focus on her and relished it. She felt their hearts racing.

Ryan slipped his mouth along her shoulder. Andrew reached around them to hold both as they moved in tandem.

“Yes,” she cried out as her body tightened and jerked.

“I… I’m… fuck…” Ryan pressed in and jerked as his climax ripped through him.

“Yes…” Andrew pushed deep in and lost himself in them and his climax.