Game for You

Whirlwind

Book 3

Reese Morrison

Game for You: Whirlwind, Book 3

Copyright © 2020 Reese Morrison 

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This book contains sexually explicit material which is suitable for mature readers only. 

Prologue
Charlie

“Aaaaahhhhhhhh....” A satisfied sigh drew Charlie’s attention as she finished stacking glasses the clean glasses for the evening. It was still early in the evening on a Wednesday night, and the bar was almost empty.

She turned to locate the sound and found her newest customer engaged in an elaborate stretch, a handsome suit jacket pulled taut over a shimmering blouse.

“Most people don’t sound that satisfied even with a beer in their hands,” she commented.

The customer, resplendent in a mixture of masculine and feminine clothing from head to toe, grinned at her. “Most people probably haven’t spent the last two years pretending to be someone that they’re not. I am here to be queer.”

Charlie laughed. “You’ve come to the right place, then. I’m Charlie.”

“Oh, so Whirlwind is your bar, right?”

“Sure is. Opened it nearly a fifteen years ago.”

“I read about it online. So far it’s living up to its reputation.” The newcomer indicated a corner where a butch lesbian couple were trying to convince their squirming toddler to eat something other than fries. “I’m Dakota. They/them,” they added.

“Well, nice to meet you. You actually remind me a bit of Carla, who runs our trivia night.” They both had that vivacious energy and infectious good humor. Not to mention their proud refusal to stick to any one gender.

Though no one else had Carla’s shining hazel eyes and alluring muscles and curves under those deceptively tight tailored pants. Not that Charlie was thinking about that.

“Oh, Carla, is it?” Dakota leaned in, as if preparing to hear a secret. “You’re going to have tell me all about her...” 

Charlie found herself blushing. “He is our trivia night host. And he’s genderqueer. That’s all.”

“Suuuure,” Dakota drawled. “And have you told him how you feel?”

“I... no. Carla’s a friend. An, um, employee.” How had this conversation gotten turned around so quickly? Usually Charlie was the listening ear for her customers, not the subject of their curiosity.

Charlie scrambled for an opportunity to shift the conversation. “Did you want to order?”

Dakota laughed aloud, clearly pleased with Charlie’s mild embarrassment. Though there was nothing funny about it. She and Carla? It could never work, and she wasn’t going to let herself think about it.

“I heard you have some local beers, so get me whatever everyone orders. And don’t think I’m going to forget about Carla. I smell romance in the air.”

Charlie rolled her eyes. Maybe she could think of a better diversion. “I think there’s romance in the water. Or maybe the beer,” she snickered, handing Dakota the foaming glass.

“I have this crowd of regulars who’ve all been single for years. Then two of them got engaged to each other out of the blue a few weeks ago. Like, zero to practically married overnight. And another one, who I thought would never settle down, brought his new boyfriend in last week.”

“So, you’re saying I should expect to get lucky tonight?” Dakota shimmied their shoulders.

“That’s up to you, my friend.”

“I think I’ll take that as a personal challenge,” Dakota grinned. 

Chapter 1 Ben

Ben shook his client’s hand as they walked to the doorway. “I know this is a difficult time for you, but we’ll do what we can to handle everything out of court. It sounds like you’re both willing to compromise, which is important. I’ll see you in two weeks.” 

“Thank you, Mr. Williams.” Exhaustion haunted her eyes. “I’m not looking forward to it, but I appreciate you helping us out.”

“And I’m happy to help. Have a good evening.” 

The woman shut the door, and Ben took a moment to tidy his temporary desk. He hated divorce cases. Somehow, when gay marriage became legal, he’d thought that he’d been defending couple’s rights to celebrate their love, not helping them untangle custody battles and divide their assets. 

But he was here to help in any way that he could. He’d heard more than enough stories about queer couples getting screwed over in divorce court with bullshit assumptions like the femme one couldn’t possibly be abusive, or gays can’t raise children.

Not to mention the insidious comments like I thought all of you queers were white or maybe you should try a straight relationship next time. Well, not on his watch.

He packed away the four files he was working on: a transgender name change, the divorce, a lawsuit for wrongful termination based on discrimination, and an adoption. 

It was a huge range to cover, but it kept him on his toes and made a nice change from the corporate law that filled the rest of his week. He felt like he was giving back, and it kept his life in balance. 

Of course, there was another perk to volunteering at the LGBTQ legal clinic… 

Ben had a smile on his face as he shut the door to his temporary office and wandered down the hall. It was just after 6 PM, so hopefully… 

Parker gave a cheerful wave from his desk in the corner office. The glass wall muffled most of his words, but his voice was completely serious as he talked through what was probably some complex negotiation. All the while, his face shone with delight at Ben’s presence. 

As usual, his appearance was at complete odds to his legal prowess and his impressive position as the director of the legal clinic. 

His dirty blond hair was artfully disarrayed, as if someone had just grabbed it and dragged their fingers through it. Somehow, that drew attention to his sparkling green eyes, just as his neatly trimmed goatee accented his full, pink lips. 

Parker was a white guy, and Ben always told himself that he wasn’t dating white guys any more. They were usually entitled assholes. Yeah, even the subs.

But he’d spent enough time around Parker to see that he was aware of his privilege and actively worked to make things better. Parker saw how systemic oppression manifested vividly in applications of the law, and he wasn’t afraid of calling it out when he saw it.

Of course, Ben had plenty of privilege on his own, and untangling that in his head was its own mess.

But Parker felt like his people.  

So, he stood outside his glass-walled office and allowed his eyes to eat up that translucent-pink skin. He knew Parker would notice his lascivious scrutiny, and he smirked.

Parker raised one eyebrow, flirtatiously. His feet were crossed on the desk, showing off his black Chucks with rainbow laces. 

As usual, he rocked back on his chair at an angle that always made Ben’s heart leap into his throat. It was cocky and dangerous, and all the more intoxicating because of it. 

Parker’s striped green shirt was unbuttoned down to the second or third button, leaving tantalizing glimpses of the strong neck and hairy chest beneath. 

If Ben hadn’t known that Parker was trans, he never would have believed it. It wasn’t just his muscular arms and deep voice, though. His body language communicated clearly that he was all man and ready to take charge. 

And that was the funny thing for Ben. Back in college, it had taken him awhile to figure out what he was interested in. But once he’d had the chance to explore a bit and see what worked, he was pretty sure that he had a type. And that type was bratty subs. 

When he met Parker, who flirted outrageously and knowingly pushed his buttons, he thought that he’d found exactly that. 

He couldn’t have been more surprised when he saw Parker in the club a few weeks later, competently yielding a whip on a very blissed out sub. He’d checked around discreetly and found that, no, Parker was not a switch.

That should have been the end of things for Ben. But there was just something about Parker that he couldn’t let go. 

Ben volunteered with Parker, and they saw each other at the club, at first they just gave each other the classic nod, one Dom to another. Then they’d fallen into a group of friends, and even checked out guys together. 

It had become a bit of a competition sometimes, seeing who would score first each evening, or perhaps who could entice a sub that they both had their eyes on. 

They’d shared scenes before, but it was always something they could play off as being incidental. Group scenes, or something where a friend asked them both to participate, like Eric had last month.

Which did nothing to explain why Ben felt the need to jerk off later at the memory of Parker exercising his sexy brand of control. 

For a while, Ben had wondered if he wanted to be the recipient of that control. But after some soul searching, he concluded that still wasn’t wired that way. 

He’d tried subbing a few times when he was training as a Dom so that he would know what it felt like. It had been informative, but definitely not for him. So, if he wouldn’t switch and Parker wouldn’t switch, that basically left them with vanilla sex. 

Ben had considered it, seriously considered it, because the chemistry was so good. But in the long run knew it would be unsatisfying and disappointing for both of them.  

Instead, sexual tension filled the air. 

Tonight, they were going out for drinks, probably at Whirlwind. They met up with their crowd of friends there once or twice a week, but it was still his favorite choice when it was just the two of them. It was a queer bar and he loved the low key, casual vibe. 

Ben tapped his watch pointedly. Naturally, Parker’s reply was to grin as he switched the phone to the other ear and pushed his precariously poised chair back even further. 

Ben’s heart pounded and he felt his muscles bunch as they prepared to catch the chair. Not that he could when Parker was a dozen feet away, behind a desk and a glass wall.

Fucking Parker. He knew that it bothered Ben, and he did it anyway just to needle him. In fact, Ben was pretty sure that he added an extra ten degrees to the angle just for him. 

Ben made absolutely sure that he didn’t move a muscle or give away anything with his face. 

If Parker broke his head, he’d say I told you so. Probably after kicking his ass and/or buzzing around him with an ice pack. But until then he wasn’t going to take the bait. Fucking Parker.

He made a casual wave and turned to go. It was a total power play. I’m not waiting around while you play your stupid games. 

Of course, it could backfire. Parker might take him seriously and not come out to Whirlwind tonight. Or he could take a stupidly long time just to make Ben wait. He’d probably blown it, now. 

He was normally so cool and collected, but there was something about Parker that just left him off balance. Not that he would ever, ever let the other man know.

He walked slowly to his car. He’d give Parker twenty minutes to wrap up the call and then decide whether to head to Whirlwind or just go home. His house was way out on the edge of town, though, so he’d probably hit up Whirlwind on the way. 

There was the possibility that Parker actually needed to finish up something important, and leaving now would be a dick move. He really needed to slow down and think more when Parker was around. He felt like he was always reacting--which put his inner Dom on edge. 

Yeah, he needed to relax a bit. The legal clinic was located in the same building as three other queer organizations, and there was a little rock garden on the side. He decided that hanging out there would be a better way to pass the time.

And not look like he was so pathetic.

It was usually deserted, but he’d met all sorts of interesting people there, too.

The rock garden was quiet when he entered, and he realized that he hadn’t taken the time to just sit for a while. He allowed his eyes to rest on the single small tree, asymmetrically placed to draw the eye through the winding paths on the ground. 

When his phone rang, he considered not answering it. The call had almost gone to voicemail when he reluctantly drew it from his pocket and found his best friend on the line. 

“Angel! I haven’t heard from you in forever.” He didn’t try to hide the warmth in his voice. Angelina was like a sister to him. 

“I quit, Ben.” She sounded exhausted. 

He had no idea what she was talking about. “Good choice. I support you. Want to talk about it?”

“Ugh. Tamika. She was after my money. You were right.” 

Angel was one of the most forthright people Ben knew. It sucked that she kept falling for girls that were all the same type: they claimed they wanted a Mommy Domme, but actually wanted a sugar mama and the opportunity to blow all of her money.

“Sorry, babe. I wish I were wrong.”

“I know. I just… aaaugh!”

“I hear you, sister.” Ben thought back through all their years together, first as the only two queer, black kids at their pretentious boy’s boarding school, then toughing it out through law school and making it through the grueling hours of their early careers. They’d been there for each other every step of the way. 

“I’m not dating again, Ben.”

They both knew that was a lie. “It sounds like you need a break. But your baby girl is out there somewhere.”

Angel sighed. For a while there was silence on the line.

“Do you ever wonder if it’s worth it?”

“Dating?” Ben couldn’t help but think of Parker. The idea of dating him was laughable. Which didn’t explain at all why he couldn’t get the exasperatingly sexy man off his mind.

He found himself wanting to tell her about Parker, which was new. He didn’t think he’d told her about anyone he was interested in for more than a fling since college. But what the hell would he tell her?

He didn’t know himself. 

“Dating. Work. Life.”

Alright, it sounded like this wasn’t the best time to bring up his own relationships, or lack thereof. He focused all his attention on her. 

“Like, we worked so hard to prove ourselves,” she continued, “and for what?” 

If he’d worked hard, she’d worked twice as hard, being a transwoman as well as black. They’d both made partner last year, but he was a big fish in a small pond out here and she’d clawed her way to the top in a major international firm in NYC. 

He knew exactly what she was talking about, though. You couldn’t ever work hard enough that some straight, white, cis dude couldn’t waltz right in and take it out of your hands.  

“Say the word and I’ve got a position for you out here.”

“You know, I’m really thinking about it.” 

Their conversation segued from there into the other small parts of their lives. Ben made a commitment to calling Angel more often. In fact, he put it on his calendar with a biweekly schedule. 

She dropped off the phone when Tamika came home and apparently started into a fight almost immediately. He didn’t want to hear their relationship imploding.

Instead, he sent her the job description for the opening at his firm. And then some links to a few gorgeous homes in the neighborhood which, even at the top of the local market, had to be less than what she was paying for a two-bedroom now. 

A few minutes later, Parker’s messy hair poked around the corner, followed by the rest of him. 

Ben looked at him with a new light. Angel’s doomed love life should have driven him away from any thoughts of relationships, but it had actually started him thinking. There couldn’t ever be anything between them, though. 

Could there?

He was insane. And he hopefully hadn’t been staring at Parker for too long without saying anything. 

As usual, he deflected by giving Parker a hard time. “Did you seriously just peek around the corner?” 

“Yep!” Parker sounded quite pleased with himself. “No reason to take the extra steps if you weren’t there.” 

Sometimes Parker was like a child. A freakishly smart child. Taking in Parker’s canvas shoes and the way he wore his tailored suit jacket like it was a T-shirt, the resemblance to Dr. Who was alarming. 

The way that he hopped from playful whiz kid to aggressive lawyer or commanding Dom without any warning only sealed the deal.

Unfortunately, Parker hadn’t watched the show, and now he refused to. Though Ben quietly wondered if he’d watched a few episodes and was just denying it on principle now. 

He gave Parker a disapproving frown to hide the tingling glow that he felt in his presence. He couldn’t wait to see what their evening had in store. 

Chapter 2 Dakota

Dakota stretched their arms overhead, enjoying the tinkling sound of their earrings and the stretch of their suit jacket over their shoulders. It was so fucking good being back in the States. Not just because they could speak without having to translate everything in their head first. It was like they could breathe again. 

They were one of the lucky ones who had been born intersex and not surgically and hormonally adjusted since birth to fit someone else’s ideals.

For their first night in the city that was going to be home for the next five years, they’d discovered a bar that would supposedly support them and dressed to the nines. Their body was a masterpiece of interspersed masculine and feminine clothing, and they were rocking it. 

The bar, too, had lived up to its reputation so far. It was early in the evening, so Whirlwind was almost empty. One corner held a dyke family with two kids watching a baseball game and eating chicken strips and fries. Near the door two graying gentlemen were chatting about the good old days. They didn’t think the men were a couple. They’d nodded politely when Dakota came in.

Charlie, the owner and bartender, was an authentic bull dagger in army pants and a men’s flannel shirt. She’d chatted with Dakota while they sipped their beer, advising them on the best thrift stores and night spots, interspersed with stories about the bricks that had been thrown through the window when the place first opened. She was awesome. 

Dakota felt like they were feeding on the queer energy of the place like they were starving.

Charlie hadn’t blinked when they’d asked about BDSM clubs. She said she didn’t go herself, but had plenty of gossip on the two establishments. One was flashy and full of pretty boys. The other one, which happened to be around the corner, was for folks who’d gotten over themselves. Not that she was judging, of course. 

Dakota would have loved to lose themselves in a scene tonight, but they weren’t looking for flashy and it sounded like the other one had an application process--as it should.

Maybe they could order a burger here, see if they could get a good bet going on a game of darts, and then go out dancing later. There had to be someone, somewhere who could give them a hard pounding. 

They’d joked about taking it on as a challenge for the evening, but they’d already planned not to come back to their new apartment tonight unless they had somebody with them.

The door squeaked behind them and they looked up to the mirror behind the bar. 

Yum. The guy who came in was smoking hot. Tall, mahogany-skinned, with a close-shaved head and a power suit tailored to hug his solid muscles. He walked with that air of command that always made Dakota weak in their knees. 

He strode purposefully to a table without looking around, then pulled out his phone to text. A moment later the door opened again, and his head perked up. He nodded briefly to the older man who came in and settled down with the guys reminiscing at the front, then went back to his text. 

It figured that someone so sexy and commanding would be waiting for someone. Dakota turned back to Charlie to continue their conversation. 

Charlie raised one eyebrow about their wandering eyes, but didn’t say a word. 

When the door opened again, naturally they looked up. The new guy launched into the room and made a beeline for the man Dakota had been watching earlier. His steps were full of energy, like he was ready to run a marathon. 

Charlie said something about getting another keg from the basement and Dakota nodded absently. They were too curious about the couple they were spying on. 

The new guy flung his jacket casually over a chair, so that one sleeve dragged on the floor. It should have looked sloppy, but it came off as more too cool for school. 

His hair was rumpled in sexy way that probably actually did take him three seconds, even if it would take others hours to achieve. It said he just couldn’t be fucked to comb it and he knew how hot that was. 

Dakota swept their eyes down the man through the mirror. His skin was pale, but freckled from the sun. They’d bet it was even lighter a bit lower down. He was short but muscular, like a coiled spring. 

His eyes were a sparkling green and his goatee was cute. Hot, but probably too twinky to be interested in what Dakota was looking for. Not that they were looking.     

Then, he sat down, his elbows on the table, and leveled the other man with a challenging stare. His body was all business now, commanding in tone and presence. 

Holy fuck.

The two men stared each other down, eyes challenging and voices at a low growl. It wasn’t anger, though. Dakota could almost see the sparks flying between them. And wouldn’t they just love to catch fire in the middle. 

Finally, the taller man yielded and stood up. Dakota hadn’t been expecting that at all. 

The shorter one grinned cockily and leaned back on one leg of his chair. The taller one tensed for a second, but didn’t speak. It looked like the move was designed to piss him off. 

Dakota had certainly played games like that before, angling for a good spanking, but this wasn’t quite that. The one he’d dismissed as a twink was fully in command, surveying his dominion from his risky perch. He probably played all sorts of extreme sports and lived on adrenaline. It looked like he liked to win. 

The taller one in the exquisitely tailored suit stalked over to the bar, stopping a foot or so from Dakota.

“Charlie’s getting another keg from the basement,” Dakota mentioned helpfully. 

“Thanks.” His voice was deep and solid, but he was looking at the door behind the bar. 

Then, he turned to look at Dakota and kept on looking. No, not looking. Undressing. Eye fucking. Oh, sweet Lord, yes, please. 

Dakota felt hot and cold, deliciously objectified and desired. Most people weren’t into their particular brand of non-binary fabulousness, but this guy was eating it up. Was it possible that they’d read the situation all wrong? 

“What’s your name?”

It took a moment to remember. And another moment to make it flirty instead of just desperate. “Dakota. They/them pronouns.” 

They looked up from under their eyelashes. Was that too much? The flirtation or the pronouns could throw someone off. 

“I’m Ben. He/him. You new here?” The pronoun thing shouldn’t have been a test, but they already felt a weight lifted from their shoulders when Ben passed. 

Ben moved in closer and Dakota shivered. Now they just needed to do a bit of small talk, a bit of flirting. Dakota was ready for anything that might arise, but it was better to chat a bit first. 

Among other things, unless it was going to be a quickie in a dimly lit room, they needed to mention the whole intersex thing. Most people who were interested in their outer package were happy enough with what was under their skirt, but it wasn’t worth taking the risk. 

Their night was suddenly getting a lot more interesting. “Just arrived yesterday. My brain thinks it’s the middle of the night.” 

“Where’d you fly in from?”

“Senegal. I was doing health outreach in the Peace Corps. I’m gonna miss the sunshine and some good friends, but I’m sooooo glad to be back in the States.” 

“My mother’s from Sierra Leone, but I haven’t been back since I was a kid. What did you miss about the States?”

Dakota grinned. The conversation was going well, and they could get in that important tidbit without making it sound too contrived. “Being me. I spent the past two years pretending to be a man,” they gave a dramatic shudder, “around everyone except a couple of Corps members.”  

Ben raised his eyebrows. “If being a man was so frustrating, how do you prefer to identify?” He wasn’t being judgmental or pushy, just moving the conversation along. 

“Intersex and genderqueer, baby. A little bit of something for everyone.” 

Ben’s laugh was rich and full. He leaned in a bit closer, towering over Dakota even on the bar stool and sending a shiver down their spine. “Were you planning on sharing tonight?” 

“I suppose I could be persuaded… but what about your friend over there?”

Dakota used the mirror again. The other guy was still tipped back on one leg of the chair, his position lazy and confident, but his eyes were trained on the two of them like a predator. 

“You mean Parker? Oh, he’s not going to get a piece of you. I saw you first.” 

That was definitely not what Dakota had been expecting. They felt a bit like a piece of meat, but it was hot as fuck. 

The thought was interrupted by Charlie’s throaty voice. “What can I get for you?”

“A pitcher of whatever Dakota’s drinking.” 

Now, that was interesting. Ben’s pick-up line hadn’t been subtle at all, nor had his claim. But a pitcher was enough for a table, or a longer evening. Were they going to be hanging out with this Parker guy anyway? 

Charlie filled the pitcher while reaching behind her for a stack of three tall glasses. She set them both down together without spilling a drop. 

Ben picked them up, his large hands easily wrapping around the glasses. “After you.” 

Huh. Still confusing. Still hot. Dakota made their way over to the table where Parker sat. 

Parker didn’t hide his slow perusal up Dakota’s body. “You brought a present for me, Ben?” He rocked further back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Dakota’s. 

“Their name is Dakota, by the way. And I think we already know whose present they’re going to be.”

Their heart was pounding. Were Parker and Ben a couple looking for a third? Or were the two men actually going to fight over them? That seemed more likely. But they had seen the sparks flying between the two of them.

Either way, it took only a moment to decide how they wanted the night to end. “It looks like I’m going to be somebody’s present tonight.” They gave a little flounce. “But you’ll have to earn it first.”

Two pairs of eyes pinned them hungrily. Parker’s chair thumped on the ground and he leaned forward over the table. Ben matched his pose, like they were trying to out-man each other without leaving their seats. 

Ben’s response was as smooth as glass. “Oh? What’s the contest?”

Dakota shrugged and looked around, as though thinking. Playing up the innocence was all part of reeling them in. “Darts, maybe?”

Chapter 3 Parker

Parker could hear the blood pulsing behind his ears, but he knew that anyone looking at him would only see his casual brand of control. He’d been feeling it all day--that something special was going to happen. 

Whatever was going on with him and Ben had been stretched beyond its breaking point. But neither of them were willing to be the one to break. 

They’d been good friends for years. Not just hanging out, but sharing some pretty heavy stuff with each other. Like how weird Ben felt about being raised by a white father and a black mother, a product of two cultures, but was seen in America as just being black. Combined with his family’s wealth that had him growing up around mostly white people, he felt like he’d never had a cultural home.

Ben was also the only one that Parker had told his whole story to, about coming out as trans to his family and being held down by his brothers while his father beat him. It wasn’t a moment he liked to relive, and he was just fortunate that he’d waited until he was done with college so that he had a savings account and an apartment ready when they disowned him. 

He worked with too many teens every day who’d been kicked out of their homes without the skills and structure to support themselves. Parker knew that his job was making a difference in the world because he could see it every day. 

It meant a lot to him that Ben took on pro bono cases for him, too. A visible show of respect for Parker and everything that was important to him that far exceeded anything else Ben could have given him. 

But that wasn’t what had him so deliciously on edge as he tilted his chair back dangerously at Whirlwind. 

There was just something about Ben, the way that he took on any challenge that Parker set for him. He was always a bit reserved at first, plotting his moves out with perfect control, learning the game, and then coming out of nowhere to egg Parker on until they were pushing past boundaries into the unexpected and unknown. The combination of control and competition was intoxicating. 

Challenging Ben was almost as good as sex. 

In fact, Parker had whacked off reliving some of their most daring moments. Running under a waterfall in their business suits. Victory in the bet about who could win more legal cases in a difficult week. Walking along the ledge on the roof of Ben’s office building. Holding his breath for the longest time in the pool at his apartment complex--a double jolt because he got to enjoy Ben’s muscular body in a swimsuit. 

The funny thing was, when he tried to think about actually having sex with Ben, it got a little murky. Of course, he was hot as fuck. But he was a Dom through and through, and Parker wanted someone a little more... yielding. 

He didn’t mind fighting for dominance. Hell, he loved the challenge. But at the end of the day, there couldn’t be any question about who would end up taking control. 

The idea of having Ben chained to the bed or kneeling at his feet was laughable. And he sure as fuck wasn’t going to prostrate himself, no matter how much he wanted the sexy man.

With the way that they pushed each other and revved each other up, vanilla sex would just be disappointing. 

Instead, he just watched Ben at the club. Watching him wield a whip or give a command in that deep, sexy voice was incredible. And he knew that Ben was watching him, too. 

It was another competition they had. They paraded subs in front of each other and showed off their techniques. 

It wasn’t so much about who could use the most force or push their subs the farthest--they were both too respectful of their subs and confident in themselves to think that was what domination was about. It was more about that smirk when a sub reached that beautiful, freeing, perfect place that said I own this. For this sub, right now, I am God.

They ended up in a lot of group scenes, too. Like, a lot. They’d touched inadvertently, heat flashing through them, but made sure never to carry it any farther. 

Parker was pretty sure that for all their bravado, they were both too chicken to potentially fuck up the best friendship, and the sexiest flirtation, in their lives.

That scene a few weeks ago with Eric’s boy, Micah, had started to shift things in Parker’s mind. There was something about taking turns with the same boy, watching each other perform, that got him thinking.

What if they shared a sub? Not just for an evening, or at someone else’s invitation, but as a more permanent relationship. It could work, right? 

Once the seed of the idea was planted, it quickly took root. Parker had looked around the club, wondering if there was anyone who might be able to meet that particular need for them. 

There were certainly enough subs who’d be willing. Delighted, even. They were both fairly popular, and their desires were--for a BDSM club--more or less mainstream. 

There were always assholes who’d have a problem with Parker’s gender identity, as if he needed a biological dick to fuck someone’s brains out. But most people were cool about it. 

Unfortunately, there was no one that he’d clicked with that way. Even the subs he felt more connected to felt like friends, not partners. And he was pretty sure that if Ben had ever felt that spark for someone, he’d have known it. He watched the man’s every move. 

So, when Ben went over to get a beer (payment for a lost bet, of course) and came back with a gorgeous, eager playmate, it seemed like fate.

Parker had known it was going to be a special day. 

Parker took a moment to look over the prize Ben had brought him. Because Dakota was going to be his. Or, hopefully, a treat to share between them. 

He wondered if Ben had been thinking the same thing. But he wasn’t about to say that.

Dakota was perfect. From their dangly earrings and teasingly high skirt, to their suit jacket and neatly parted shoulder-length hair, they were flawless. Their hips held just a bit of a curve, but their chest seemed flat under the blazer. 

He honestly couldn’t tell what their birth-assigned gender was, but they fucking owned that space in between. And their eyes, first nervous and eager, then sparkling with mischief… Parker wanted more of those eyes on him.

He was a bit surprised that Ben was attracted to them too, but there also weren’t that many non-binary folks at the club to make a study of it. And clearly, Ben knew Parker was trans and still devoured him with his gaze whenever they were in the same room. 

Ben had started the unvoiced competition with his signature control and planning, picking up their new toy without a moment of hesitation and parading them in front of Parker like they were a prize already won. 

When Dakota challenged them to a game of darts, he knew they were going to be a great match. Parker wasn’t particularly good at darts, but he didn’t suck, either. He would just have to win through sheer will. 

“Oh, you’re on.” He picked up the glasses and the pitcher of beer, then headed for the dart board. There was no question that Ben would follow. 

The dart board was tucked around in the back corner of the L-shaped bar beyond two pool tables. It was probably set up that way to avoid errant darts hitting innocent bystanders, but this early in the evening, it also created a private nook for the three of them. 

Ben, who seemed to know the most about the game, reviewed the rules. He suggested that they play 301, with a wink toward Dakota when he mentioned that it was a faster game than the usual 501. 

The arrogant bastard was already expecting to win. Dakota countered that they should play to the best of three games. Parker couldn’t decide if they actually wanted to get to know Ben and him better or were just being bratty and difficult since Ben seemed to be in a hurry to progress to the next bit of the evening. 

Either way, they liked that flirty spark. Not many people challenged Ben that way. 

Parker pretended nonchalance during Ben’s instructions, but he was paying keen attention. He’d played darts with buddies in college, but they’d played a bunch of different games and he hadn’t thought about it in years. 

Hopefully it would come back to him. Apparently, the strategy was to get doubles and triples of the high-scoring numbers, 18 to 20, early in the game. Then later in the game he’d need exact numbers to get his total down to zero. Yeah, he could totally do this. 

Conversation flowed as the darts began to fly. Dakota mentioned that they were starting a medical residency next week, and they all groaned about long hours. 

Now that Ben was a partner in his firm and Parker worked for a sliding scale legal clinic their hours weren’t too long, but they’d both paid their dues. 

Dakota was had a long, stressful road ahead of them. Though they turned it around with a quip about stress relief and a meaningful look at him and Ben. 

Oh, hell yeah. Parker would sign up to be Dakota’s stress relief any day. 

The crazy thing was, they were enjoying chatting with Dakota, too. They were snarky, funny, and uninhibited until you got them talking about something important--like rural medicine--and then you could see the intensity and passion come out. 

Ben seemed to find this as fetching as Parker did. Could it be this easy? 

And then suddenly Ben went from watching and teasing to drawing Dakota into his arms. His eyes flashed down dangerously. “I think I get a little reward for the first game, right, darling?” 

Fuck! Had Ben already won? And how the hell had Parker not been paying attention? He always paid attention when there was a bet on the line. 

But then Dakota was looking up at Ben with hunger in their eyes, and Ben was leaning down and crushing Dakota’s mouth, and every other thought fled. 

God, they were sexy together. Dakota fucking melted against Ben’s strong frame, their small hands seemingly helpless to do anything more than cling to Ben’s shirt while he devoured their mouth. 

Parker knew that eager yielding would be doing to Ben the same things it was to him. Images of Dakota on their knees, hands tied behind their back while they sucked Ben’s cock flashed into his mind. 

At last they parted, and Dakota was clinging to Ben, panting and flushed. Their lipstick was just a bit smudged and Parker wanted to just bite their swollen lips. 

He had to win the next game. 

Chapter 4 Ben

Ben reluctantly pulled away from the delicious morsel in his arms. Dakota was a spitfire, which made their surrender to his kisses all the more sweet. 

They’d been all challenge and talk until they’d felt Ben’s lips, and then they’d given everything to Ben, letting him control the kiss. 

When he’d pulled back, Dakota had been unsteady on their feet. And they’d looked up at him with that devotion and trust that said they wouldn’t even worry about their balance because they knew he’d take care of it.

If Dakota wasn’t a sub, they certainly had submissive tendencies. Maybe just waiting to be discovered for the first time. If Ben’s cock wasn’t already pushing angrily against his jeans from that kiss, that idea would have been all that it took. 

It didn’t help that Dakota fit in perfectly with the vibe he had going with Parker. 

Dakota could trash talk with the best of them, but made it all feel like foreplay. Ben might die of blue balls if he didn’t get Dakota home soon. He couldn’t wait to see the expression on Parker’s face.

Except, of course, when he looked over at Parker, he was fixing them both with a predatory stare. 

It was always like that with Parker, fight or fuck, but tonight it seemed like the barriers were down. What would Parker’s skin feel like against his own, he wondered for the millionth time. 

Parker was the first to get his act together and launched them into the second game. He was throwing pretty well, and so far they were pretty evenly matched. 

As the game came to a close, Ben and Parker were neck and neck, each of them a single round away from winning if they could just get the right numbers to zero out their scores exactly. 

Then Dakota sat on Ben’s lap. They made it look somehow both innocent and dirty, claiming that they needed a cuddle since they weren’t going to win. All the while, they were grinding against his erection like it was a lap dance. 

Parker smirked when Ben could hardly stand up for his turn.

And of course, Parker won on the next throw. Bastard.

Naturally, Dakota bounced right off his lap and into Parker’s arms. Ben wanted to be annoyed, both at Parker for winning and at Dakota for distracting him. 

But all he could do was watch, entranced. 

Parker, bold as hell, caught Dakota around the waist with one arm trapped between them, and then gripped their other wrist before dragging them into the kiss. 

Dakota’s submission was instantaneous. They didn’t fight the possessive hold, just held their position, shaking, as Parker laid claim to their mouth. 

And then Parker, being Parker, took it one step further and pulled both of Dakota’s hands behind their back, holding their wrists together. 

Ben felt like he might come just watching them together. If there was one thing hotter than dominating Dakota, it was watching Parker do it. 

Ben suddenly wasn’t so sure that he wanted to win. Oh, to be a fly on the wall for that scene. Which was just an… odd feeling. 

He felt like he should be jealous, or at least more determined than ever to win. Whenever Parker was around, he always wanted to win. And losing his chance with Dakota was unthinkable. 

But all that he could do was watch and try not to groan out loud. 

Dakota gave and gave, holding perfectly to their bound position while Parker took and took, biting and licking at their swollen lips. 

When Parker reluctantly pulled away, Ben could see him giving Dakota that moment to recover and find their balance. 

Parker, of course, looked perfectly at ease. If Ben hadn’t been watching his pulse, he’d never have realized how much he was affected. 

In fact, he’d never seen Parker watch a sub like he was watching this one. 

The next game was a total blur. Dakota’s favorite move seemed to be rubbing up against the two of them seductively, only to breathily whisper something innocently devastating like, “it’s your turn” into his ear. 

Like anyone could concentrate with all of that going on. 

But Ben was thoroughly enjoying himself. Watching Parker squirm was almost as good as having Dakota’s hot little hands on his own body. 

It got to the point where he wasn’t even paying attention to the game, just watching Dakota to see what they’d do next. 

Apparently, it was fixing the straps of their sandals. Which seemed to involve bending over until he and Parker could see just the hint of red panties under their very, very short skirt. 

Ben felt like he couldn’t breathe. And this little minx was going to be a doctor? 

Dakota stood back up and threw their darts as if they hadn’t just put on a show that left Ben’s mind in a whirl. 

“I won!” they crowed, arms raised in victory. Was that right? Probably. Yeah, they’d needed 39 and they had a 20, a 14, and a 5 which was... who cared?

But now what would happen? They were at a three-way tie, so clearly they would need another round to determine the winner. But he’d set a precedent of the winner claiming a kiss.

Who would Dakota want to kiss? 

Dakota seemed to relish their moment in the spotlight, stalking between the two of them with a look of exaggerated consideration. “Hmmm… it seems that I’m owed a kiss…”

Ben steadied his nerves and tried to look as calm as Parker always did. 

Dakota stepped back and crossed their arms over their chest. Ben couldn’t help but notice that without the jacket, that they had the slightest swell of breasts. And they certainly weren’t wearing a bra. 

“I think…” they pulled it out, “that I want to see you two kiss each other.” 

“What? Me kiss Parker?” The words were out before Ben could control them. Yeah, he pretty much sounded like an idiot. Like he hadn’t dreamed of doing exactly that a hundred times. 

Dakota giggled, which didn’t help. And now he was all flustered.

Parker was thoroughly enjoying himself. He stalked toward Ben with a smirk. “You going to renege on your deal?”  

And then Parker was right in front of him, closing in with those soft, pink lips, pulling him down with a hand on his neck… 

Pleasure raced through Ben’s body as he finally, finally, felt Parker against him. And then the battle was on. 

Parker pulled at his neck and Ben retaliated by burying his hand in that silky hair and tugging until he had Parker’s head was just where he wanted it. 

But by then Parker was thrusting his tongue into his mouth like he was fucking it, and he had to pull away to bite at those tempting lips and reassert his dominance. 

Hands grabbed at shoulders, arms, and hips in a tangle of caresses and violence. 

Parker bit his lip and he felt it all the way down in his cock. Which, by the way, Parker was grinding hard against. What was that in his pants? It sure felt good grinding against him. 

He wanted Parker to be as hard as he was. He thrust his knee between Parker’s legs, trying to rub at a lower angle. He sure as hell hoped he was doing this right, because he wanted Parker at his mercy. 

Only Parker was clawing into his shoulders and claiming his mouth, and in about thirty seconds they were going to be naked and fucking on the floor.

He shoved Parker away from him. He was panting, feeling unsteady and disoriented, and there was Parker, as cool as a cucumber, smirking at him. 

He looked at him in incomprehension. Had that all really just happened? And what was supposed to happen now? Ben didn’t like being out of control, and this situation was just a whole pile of confusing. 

Parker winked at him and turned to Dakota. Oh, right, Dakota. The beautiful brat who’d started all of this. 

Dakota made a show of fanning their face. “Oh, that was too hot. You guys don’t need me at all.” 

“Oh, you’re not getting away that easily, brat.” Parker was all confidence and snark. “We have one more game to play.”

Dakota’s returning grin was as sexy as sin.

Chapter 5 Dakota

Dakota let out a relieved breath. They actually had been worried that Ben and Parker wouldn’t want them once they’d kissed each other. With the way those two postured and bickered one moment and then finished each other’s sentences the next, they’d been like a powder keg waiting for a match. 

Dakota wanted to be right in the middle of the explosion. 

And it would definitely be an explosion. The two hadn’t made any secret of their preferences. 

Dakota was already getting a sense of each man. Ben was a bit more reserved, exerting his dominance with a well-planned hot glare and a firm hand. 

Parker was spontaneous and ready to take a risk. When he’d pinned Dakota’s hands behind their back, right in the middle of the bar, they thought they were going to come. Once one of their men told them to, of course. 

Now they just wanted to get back to someone’s room as quickly as possible. 

“Alright, last game.” They threw a triple 20, triple 19, and triple 18, their preferred approach over trying to get two darts into the same tiny square. “One hundred thirty,” they announced their remaining points, all business. 

“What the fuck?” asked Parker. “Did you see that? That’s like…”

“One hundred seventy one points,” Dakota put in helpfully. “Lucky throw?”

Both men glared at them, assessing. They worried for a moment that they’d judged this all wrong. God help them if they’d screwed this up. 

Ben went, getting a respectable triple on an 18. Parker went, scoring a bulls-eye, which was often his preference. It had a bit of a go-big-or-go-home feeling that seemed to be Parker’s style. 

Dakota did the automatic calculations in their head. There were only so many combinations that could get you from 130 to 0 in a single round, and any serious dart player would have them memorized. T20, T18, D8 was the most popular. If you missed and got a single on the 20, you could still take the last 110 with a triple 20 and a double bull on the way out. 

They aimed carefully. Triple 20. Come on, baby. And there it was. Triple 18. 

At this point, it was too late for any subtlety. They might as well go out with a bang. 

They felt heat behind them but didn’t look back. Someone was leaning toward their ear, his breath teasing and exciting them. That little breath shook them down to their toes. It had to be Parker, the impulsive one, giving them a taste of their own medicine. 

They sucked in a breath. Focus, focus, focus. They threw. Double eight. 

Two rounds and the game was over. 

They turned around and looked up into Ben’s stern glare. “You’re a professional, aren’t you.”

God, that controlled anger just turned them inside out. “Well, not a professional, really. I mean, I played in some competitions…”

“But you still tricked us.” Ben stepped forward, and Dakota automatically stepped back, pulse racing and panties wet. 

Parker crowded in beside Ben, advancing another step. Dakota’s back hit the wall, inches from the dart board. The heat of the two men burned through their clothing.

“Well,” Parker growled, “what do you have to say for yourself?”

Dakota sucked in their breath. This was their moment. Hopefully. “Sirs, I’ve been very naughty.” 

The air hung silently for one beat. Two. Three. Dakota looked between the two men, hoping for confirmation. Hell, they would take any response, right now.  

It was Parker who spoke first, their eyes dark and stormy. “You certainly have. And what happens to brats like you?”

Oh, thank god. “They should be punished, sir?”

Ben’s response was almost a growl. “Was that a question, brat?”

“Er, no, sir. Brats like me should be punished.”

“Yes, they should,” Parker confirmed. “Come, brat.” 

The walk out to the parking lot was silent and tense with possibility. Parker led the way without a single glance backward. 

Ben took up the rear, like he was guarding against Dakota’s escape. When Dakota slowed at the door, he crowded against them, his muscular body making them feel small. 

They were in heaven.

Ben and Parker seemed to know each other well enough that they needed no discussion to plan the evening. Parker stopped in front of a shiny, black car that even Dakota, who was oblivious to vehicles, could tell was expensive, sexy, and fast. 

But it was Ben who beeped it open and swung himself into the driver’s seat, while Parker crowded Dakota into the back. This was every fantasy come true. 

In the car, Dakota had leaned toward Parker, hoping to get things started a little sooner. But Ben just glared at them from the rear-view mirror and said, “settle, brat.” 

Dakota put on their seat belt. They didn’t want to actually be bad. Well, not that bad. 

The anticipation was killing them. 

No one spoke as Ben drove through the unfamiliar streets. It looked like Ben and Parker were both doing some deep thinking, which matched their guess that they hadn’t hooked up with each other before.

But the silence was starting to make Dakota nervous.

What did they really know about these guys? Where were they going? They were clearly still downtown, but Dakota was too new to the city to have any idea of where they’d gone. 

And what if they actually were upset about their little trick, and not just pretending? It wasn’t like there’d been any money involved, but it must have been humiliating. And misleading someone was a shitty way to introduce yourself. Were they in over their head? 

Even if all of them were mostly on the same page, they hadn’t talked about boundaries or safe words or anything. Should they bring it up? Dakota felt their confidence start to shatter. 

Then, they felt Parker’s soft fingers brushing their hair around the curve of their ear. “We’ve got you, pet. This is only good for us if it’s good for you.” 

Dakota sighed in relief. “Thank you,” they whispered. 

Ben spoke up from the front seat. “You should never need to thank a Dom for making sure that you’re OK. That was our fault for not communicating more.” 

“It was kinda hot the way that we just walked out of there, though.” 

That brought a smile to both men’s faces. 

“Get your phone out, pet, and text a friend so that someone knows where you are.” 

“Oh, right.” Dakota dug out their phone. 

Parker dictated both of their first and last names and then Parker gave an address. 

“That’s Ben’s house?”

“Nope,” answered Parker. “It’s mine. Ben lives way out in the ‘burbs.” 

That seemed to be an ongoing point of contention between them, since Ben rolled his eyes.

“So, you just decided to drive to Parker’s house and knew that he’d be OK with it? Do you guys do this all the time?”

They both shook their heads. “You’re the first and only, pet,” Parker said softly. 

Wow. Like, really. Wow. 

They pulled up to a sleek condo and Ben calmly entered a security code, slid into the garage, and parked in a numbered spot. 

“Um, you’ve seriously never done this before?”

Parker grinned. “My car’s still at the bar, so he knew the spot would be open. We hang out a lot, we’ve just never, uh, picked someone up together.” 

It was nice to see that Parker was a bit nervous, too. It really did sound like this was the first time that either of them had put this thing between them into words. Or actions.  

It felt beautiful and special, but also very fragile. 

Dakota hoped that they didn’t fuck this up for the two of them. They clearly had a history that extended back years before tonight, and even if Dakota wasn’t in their future, they didn’t want to break that bond. 

They walked into the elevator together and Dakota was mostly playing it calm until Ben leaned down to whisper into their ear. “Don’t think that we forgot about that punishment, brat.” 

Then he straightened back up like he hadn’t said a thing. 

Dakota needed a minute to get their breath back. Whatever was coming, they wanted it with all their being. 

“Oh, I didn’t forget.” They gave an extra little shimmy as they exited the elevator first. If Ben and Parker wanted a brat, they were going to get one. 

The moment that Parker closed the apartment door, Ben had Dakota backed against the wall. They let themselves get lost in a storm of strong arms and deep, demanding kisses. 

Then, somehow, there was another muscular heat against their back, another set of lips sucking and biting a mark into their neck, another pair of hands tearing at their clothes. 

Dakota raised their arms to touch anyone, anywhere. To cling to someone as their knees gave out. But just as quickly, Ben pulled their arms back to their sides. “Don’t move,” he murmured.

Dakota shook all over. They were putting themselves at the mercy of these two men that they barely knew, and nothing could be more perfect. 

Their clothing came off too quickly and too slowly. Parker pulled off their jacket. Ben knelt to remove their strappy sandals and luxuriously kiss up their legs while removing their pantyhose. Parker reached around their torso to unbutton their shirt, his other hand teasing their nipple. 

And all the while, they were held tightly, four hands and two mouths on them, groping, biting, and kissing. It was heaven.  

They were ready to be on their knees, naked and exposed, but they were also a bit worried about how the two men would react to what was between their legs. 

This wasn’t exactly a quickie in a back room where they could just bend over, mumble “fuck my ass,” and leave it at that. And at their old club, everyone had already known. 

Someone slipped a finger seductively into the band of their red panties, the last scrap of clothing. 

“Wait,” they murmured. Then louder. “Wait.” 

Both men’s hands stilled, and the finger withdrew from their panties. The errant hand moved to hold them supportively at their hip. 

“I, um...” They turned and stepped back a bit so that they could face the Doms. Both men let go without hesitation. That was good. 

Parker and Ben were both still fully clothed while Dakota was nearly naked, and that was hot as fuck. 

It was also intimidating. If there was a problem, they’d be at a disadvantage and wouldn’t be able to leave quickly or elegantly. 

“I’m intersex,” they blurted out. “So, I’m not really…” 

They hated saying that they weren’t really a man or a woman. It was true, but it didn’t go very far in explaining how they actually felt, which was more of a combination of the best of both genders and something else beside. 

“My body might not look like you’re expecting,” they hedged. They hated this part.

Fortunately, Ben came to the rescue. “You mentioned that earlier. I assume you mean that your body isn’t entirely male or female on a traditional binary?” 

The wording was a bit clumsy, but the term binary made it sound like Ben had been around his share of trans and genderqueer folks. Thank goodness. But what would Parker think?  

Dakota pressed on. “Yeah, I kind of have… like, I have a vagina.” The word sounded so weird and clinical. But cunt would sound weird in this conversation, too. 

“But, it’s um, not very deep because it’s not connected to any other reproductive organs. So, I can’t, um, well, it doesn’t work as well for penetration, um, very deeply. And I kind of have a penis, too.” 

So weird, so weird. “It’s just not normally shaped. So, I mean, if that kind of grosses you out you can, um, just pay attention to my ass?” 

They’d meant to make it a statement, but it came out as a question. Dammit. 

Parker folded them into his arms. He kissed lightly up their jaw to their ear. “We may have more in common than you expected.” 

He continued the feather light kisses down their chest, then circled one nipple with his tongue. He cupped their swell of breast with one hand and switched to rubbing the flat disk with his thumb. 

So, apparently that wasn’t going to be a problem. But… “What did you mean that we have something in common?” 

Parker grinned. “I’m trans.” He waited a beat, then added a sardonic “surprise!” 

“Wait, really?” Dakota looked between Ben and Parker. Apparently, they were the only one surprised by this revelation. 

Ben gave a solemn, approving nod. He knew and he was cool with it, which made Dakota feel better, too. 

“Yeah,” Parker confirmed with a shrug. “I’ve been on T for, like, a decade so I kinda forget to mention it sometimes. I figured you’d be cool with it.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m cool with it.”

“The way I see it, I can always win the contest for having the biggest dick.”

Ben rolled his eyes. 

Parker leaned in closer. “Or maybe find the dick that’s exactly the right size for that hot little cunt of yours.” 

Dakota shivered. Yeah, that sounded really good. It was hard to get lost in the moment when they and their partner were both worried about pushing too hard. And Parker looked like he wanted to ream them. With the right sized strap on… 

Ben eventually interrupted the moment. “Anything else you wanted to discuss? Maybe if Parker could stop mauling you for a minute...” 

Parker only pulled back slightly, still holding them.

“Safe words?”

Ben’s gaze darkened. “What are they, brat?” 

And now the game was back on. “Red for stop. Yellow to check in.” 

“Any other interests or limits we should know about?”

“Bondage and impact play are a go. I’m not fragile. Don’t draw blood. Not into watersports or humiliation. Otherwise,” they batted their eyes, “I live to serve.” 

Oh-so-controlled Ben let out his breath in an audible gust. That was the weird sort of power to being a sub, knowing how you could affect your Dom. Or Doms. 

“Living room. Now.” Ben’s voice was deep and steady. He tilted his head to indicate the direction. 

Dakota walked hesitantly from the foyer into what seemed to be the living room. The furniture was clean and modern without being severe or stuffy. 

They stood uncertainly in the middle of the room. Their stomach was fluttery and tight in all the best ways. 

“Turn,” Ben commanded.

They complied, swinging their hips and highlighting their ass with a little flounce. They felt deliciously objectified. Ben loomed a few feet away, while Parker lounged casually against the door frame.

“Strip. Let us see you,” Parker suggested, as though he were proposing an idea for dinner. It didn’t come anywhere close to a command, but it still made Dakota dizzy with want. 

How did Parker manage to own everything that he saw without needing to lift a finger? It was like he used his calm disinterest as a tool.

Thinking about it helped distract Dakota from the actual meaning of the command. They pulled down their underwear, trying to be seductive. 

Now was not the time to think about the little paunch on their belly or their atypical genitals. Their only job was to please their Doms. They just needed to get into the right headspace again. 

“Very nice,” purred Ben. “Now, turn and face the table.” Dakota turned and took a few steps toward the coffee table, hoping they had it right. “On your knees. Now lean over. Hold the table legs. Good pet.”

Oh god. This, this, was what Dakota had been waiting for. They were completely exposed, spread out like and offering, and showing their willingness to submit to anything that was asked. 

The wooden table was cool beneath their belly and cheek, and their table legs were thick and solid in their hands. The low carpet felt soft beneath them now, but they knew that their knees would still hurt if they stayed there for long enough. 

They heard footsteps and willed themselves not to look around. The sharper taps, they realized, must be Ben’s smart, black dress shoes. The softer padding was Parker’s chucks. 

He was fairly certain that they were both standing over the coffee table now. Were they planning something together? Just watching? The anticipation was delicious. 

A single finger ran down their spine. “I recall that you tricked us today. Isn’t that right?” Parker sounded like he was almost musing to himself. 

“That’s right, sir. I’m sorry.” 

“Not sorry enough, I think.” 

A sharp slap landed on Dakota’s ass, and they jumped as the pain and pleasure rushed through them. A whimper escaped their lips.

Parker’s other hand pressed down on their lower back, keeping them still. “Feeling a little more sorry now?”

Dakota smiled. “No, I can’t say I am, sir.” 

“Brat.” Parker rained down five harsher blows on the same cheek. 

Dakota moaned as the pain settled, absorbing that fiery feeling into their belly. All they wanted was more of that sweet sting. “Hmmm… still not feeling very sorry. Maybe my other Sir could do better.” That was sure to set them both off. 

Ben chuckled. “I think you just said the wrong thing, brat.” 

And then the slaps came hard and fast, melting into a continuous wave, but still distinct. Parker kept up a faster pattern, building up a stinging burn in the same place and drawing Dakota into a great singing height.

Ben maintained a slower pace, but his blows were deep and hard, scattered over Dakota’s ass and thigh, reaching into something deep inside. 

Together, they created a symphony of beautiful intensity, until Dakota couldn’t untangle the sensations. They arched and thrust back, trembled and sobbed, clenching the table legs like they were the only thing keeping them tethered. 

When the spankings stopped, Dakota whimpered, though they couldn’t have said what they wanted. Just more. More of whatever these two Doms wanted from them. 

Fingernails scratched down their abused ass, drawing out another fiery swell of desire and joy. “Feeling sorry yet, brat?”

That was Parker, checking in. Reminding Dakota that they were safe. That they could ask for what they wanted. 

“No, please, Sir.” It came out as more of a sob than a request. They just wanted to lie here and absorb it all. 

Ben knelt in front of them, looking them in the eyes. His face was stern, and Dakota could feel his focus like it was a weight. “No, you don’t want any more? Or no, you’re not feeling sorry yet?” 

Dakota drew their mind back to communicating. They put on their cutest smile. “No, Sir, I’m not feeling sorry enough yet.” 

Ben’s eyes shone and Dakota could see his pulse hammering under his dark skin. A slight smile lit his face.

“Perhaps you’d like a taste of my belt then.” 

“Yes. Yes, Sir.”

Ben remained kneeling in front of them as he removed the belt from his pants, the rest of his outfit still perfectly arranged. Somewhere in the background, Dakota heard Parker’s footsteps. 

Then their attention was drawn back to Ben gripping the buckle in his hand and wrapping the belt twice around his palm. Just seeing a belt prepared like that could get them hot.

Ben stood and the moment hung, suspended. Then the belt descended, and there was that exquisite flash of pain racing through their body. Dakota bucked and moaned, already too far gone to care what was coming out of their mouth. 

The deep sting came again, this time on their thighs. Then on one shoulder. A matching one landed on the other. They were getting so close now. 

Fiery pleasure crashed through them. “Please, please!” It was the only word they could think of. And they weren’t even sure if they were saying it out loud, or if it was just echoing through their head. 

A sharp strike cut to the inside one thigh through the deeper throb of the belt. A crop? Did Parker come back with a crop? Whatever it was, it was sharp and tight and magnificent. 

A foot nudged Dakota’s legs further apart, while the deeper blows of the belt moved to their shoulders. “Don’t even think of coming, brat.” 

Dakota whimpered and returned to pleading. “Please, Sirs. Ben, Parker, please!” 

And then the crop was smacking along the back of their legs and up the inside of their thighs, so dangerously, deliciously close to their dripping cunt before dancing away. The belt alternated in a steady rhythm across both shoulders. 

And they were lost in it, utterly lost. But so desperate. Like they were edge of something breaking inside and letting something magnificent escape.

The sharp sting of the crop moved up to their shoulders, falling everywhere in bright bursts, while Ben moved down to their ass with the belt. They were melting, burning up in conflagration of ecstasy.

“Please, I’m going to come. Please let me come.” 

The blows stopped, just for a moment. And then they heard the most beautiful word. Maybe it was Parker, maybe Ben. Or maybe both of them together. “Come.” 

Both implements landed simultaneously on their ass, and they were drowning in a sea of agony and euphoria. 

They were washed away, nothing left except the rapture racing through their veins and the knowledge that they had pleased their Sirs. 

Chapter 6 Parker

Parker stepped away, steadying his breathing, while Ben pulled Dakota into his lap. He was sitting on the floor, his back against the couch. 

He looked positively enchanted. 

Parker felt like he usually did a pretty solid job on aftercare--it was the right thing to do and he truly did want to make sure that his subs had everything they needed. 

But he knew, from not-so-secretly watching, that Ben enjoyed it. Tonight, he seemed to be positively reveling it, like cradling their lovingly tormented pet was his highest calling. 

For a moment, Parker felt left out. Maybe he wanted to be the one holding Dakota, instead. 

Ben looked up and their eyes met. It was lust and adoration. And a clear invitation. 

Parker needed a moment to think. He had wanted this. He’d even thought about initiating it. But now that it was happening, it was… intense. 

Supplies. Yes, he could go get supplies. 

He disappeared into his room to grab the soothing cream, then set out condoms and lube conspicuously, in preparation for anything that might follow. 

From the closet he grabbed a hand towel and a soft, thin blanket, then set them all down on the edge of the couch. He filled three tall glasses with water from the refrigerator door and set them on coasters on the coffee table where Dakota had been writhing and sobbing in ecstasy just moments before. 

Now he had everything he set out to get, but that hadn’t helped at all. 

Ben fixed him with a look. “Get over here.” 

Parker ambled over the few steps that it took to walk around the coffee table, as though he had no destination in mind. 

Did he always have to be such a poser? There was nowhere else that he wanted to be. It was a good thing that Ben saw right through him. 

“Cream,” said Ben.

Parker rankled at the commanding tone, but Ben was right. Parker handed Ben the towel, and then laid the blanket over Dakota’s lap when Ben nodded. 

Ben shifted Dakota around until more of their back was exposed, and Parker began massaging in the cream. 

There was something alluring and sweet about touching Dakota’s soft skin, made hot and red by Ben’s marks. He rubbed gently over the same spots, adding more cream just to feel the delicate skin so gorgeously striped. 

Time slipped away, the three of them quiet and present together.

When Dakota seemed to be coming back to themselves, Ben held a glass to their lips and they sucked the water down long, thirsty gulps. Parker knew that he should drink some as well, but he didn’t want to take his hands off Dakota’s back. 

Ben shuffled Dakota around, then whispered, “come up here, pet.” 

Somehow, he got them both repositioned on the couch, Ben sitting up and Dakota lying face down over his lap. He settled the blanket over Dakota’s shoulders. 

Parker took a quick gulp of water, and then returned to the cream. 

On Dakota’s ass and thighs, Parker could see his own thin marks which brought a swell of pride. They were often crossed over with wider strips from Ben’s belt. 

His mind boggled at the implications. Could this whole thing work between them? Between him and Ben? Between all three of them?

He soothed the cream into the feverish, abused skin, feeling tender and exposed himself. He spoke almost without thinking. “You were so good for us, pet.” 

What was really good was the synchrony between the three of them. The way that he and Ben had been perfectly in tune with one another, and the way that Dakota had jumped right into the middle of it without a single bump.  

“Yes, pet, you were perfect for us,” Ben echoed. 

Dakota eventually started to stretch and wiggle a little bit, rocking back into Parker’s hands on their ass. “Oh, you like that, do you?” Parker chuckled. 

Ben added his hand, gently massaging over the reddened flesh. Parker slipped a finger in between Dakota’s cheeks, tracing over their tight bud without lingering. A moment later Ben repeated the gesture. 

Dakota moaned and whimpered, but made no other moves than the gentle rocking against Ben’s leg. Parker decided to make it a little more difficult for them to lie still and circled around their hole, brushing over it again and again without entering. 

Ben’s hand seemed to have made it under Dakota’s body, and from the sudden jerks and shudders, he could only imagine that Ben was playing with Dakota’s nipples. Their little tits were just adorable, such a perfect blend of masculine and feminine. 

Parker still hadn’t gotten a good look at what else lay between Dakota’s legs, but he was anticipating the exploration. 

If he and Ben got to keep their sweet little sub, though, he was going to insist that they shave. 

He wanted Dakota to be proud of everything they had--a battle that had been hard enough for him to fight with his own body. And the idea of having all that loveliness exposed for him at all times was hot, too. 

He pressed his finger tip against the tight hole that was already opening for him. Dakota bucked and cried out inarticulately. Dammit. He should have brought the lube with him. 

“Let’s take this to the bedroom, shall we?” Ben suggested.

Parker pulled Dakota up and looped one arm under their shoulder. Ben followed behind. 

It was funny; he’d always thought that he and Ben would spend all their time fighting for dominance. 

But with Dakota submitting so eagerly, they were free to take turns leading, like partners in a dance. They hadn’t done any talking or planning, but he had the sense that Ben was in the same space he was--willing to step back as long as proper respect was shown and they all got to be together. 

It helped more than he’d expected that they knew and trusted each other so well. 

He led Dakota to the side of the bed and sat beside them, one arm still around their shoulders. “How are you doing, pet?”

Dakota’s eyes were dreamy and pleased. “Sooooo goooood.” 

Parker and Ben both chucked. “Oh, pet, what are we going to do with you?” Ben asked.

“Have really good sex?” It was uttered with that perfect mixture of innocence and mischief. 

That had them both laughing. Their pet was incorrigible. 

Ben managed to answer first. “I think we can arrange that. You deserve a reward after taking that so well for us.”

Dakota nodded. “I was goooood.” 

Oh, god. Post-orgasm Dakota was hilarious. “So does our good little pet have any requests?” Parker asked.

“Mmmm....” Dakota looked between them. “I know I should say that I want whatever you want… But I want to see you two together.” 

Fuck, yes! Parker looked over at Ben with a leer, but Ben wasn’t looking so sure.

Was it possible that he wasn’t interested? No, he knew that Ben was interested. He was just… was he scared? Nervous? 

He’d never seen Ben anything less than sure of himself, and he felt a little tender seeing him that way now. The man might be another Dom, but he still needed someone to take care of him sometimes. 

Parker was so on for that job. 

And for now, he had an idea to get things started.

With one last sultry look at Ben, he turned to Dakota. “Lay down, pet.” He put just enough control into his voice to elicit a pleased gasp. 

It took him only moments to dig a pair of handcuffs out of the top drawer of his dresser. Ben and Dakota both followed him with their eyes, and he wasn’t above playing it up as he stalked back toward Dakota. 

Fortunately, he’d already put on his harness and his preferred cock when he went to get the crop earlier. He liked to be prepared. 

The look in Ben’s eyes when he noticed his erection earlier was something that he’d been waiting for forever.

“Hands above your head. Wrists together.” 

Dakota complied with wide eyes, that perfect mix of adoration with just a tinge of fear. 

Their whole body was laid out and available, and Parker eagerly took in the gentle swells of their breasts and the small erection emerging from their V of hair. Their waist was thick with just the slightest curve of hips, and their arms stretched overhead to continue that seductive line. 

Parker snapped the leather cuffs onto their wrists and attached them to the headboard with one of the straps he’d left there for just this purpose. Naturally, he leaned over provocatively with his chest just inches from Dakota’s mouth, his ass upturned in Ben’s direction. He rose with deliberate slowness.

“So,” he pulled back far enough to see both of them at the same time, “here’s the game. Ben and I take turns giving our little pet their well-earned reward. Pet,” he leveled Dakota with a hard glare, “you don’t get to come.” Dakota whimpered. Beautiful. 

“Ben, I was thinking about a little competition.” Ben’s eyes shone. Parker just lived for that competitive glint in his eyes. 

Now if only he would accept the challenge. Parker was a little nervous now, since this could screw everything up. It could also be the moment when their flirtation turned into something more. 

Here goes nothing. “We take turns. Whoever makes Dakota come has to bottom to the other one.” 

Silence hung in the room. He could see Ben’s face flash through a dozen emotions, but desire and determination won out over any fear. Ben wouldn’t allow himself to be thrown off for long.

“You’re on.”

Parker breathed an internal sigh of relief. He was vers and didn’t mind the occasional vanilla fling, but he had no idea how Ben would feel about it.

He figured that Ben wouldn’t be so misguided as to believe that bottoming was equivalent to submitting, but it still might be something that he preferred to avoid. 

Either way, it sounded like they were good to go. They could figure out the logistics of winning and losing the bet later. 

“Hey, what about me?”

Parker turned to face Dakota. That look in innocence and mischief was only multiplied when their hands were bound so beautifully to the bed. He gave them a questioning look. 

“How do I win?”

Ben smirked. “I think this whole thing should be a winning opportunity for you.” 

“No,” they countered guilelessly, “how many rounds do I have to make it through without coming before you both bottom to me?”

Priceless. Dakota was priceless. 

Ben and Parker looked at each other. “Six?” Parker suggested. It should be possible--barely--but still a challenge. Ben shrugged his agreement. 

“Meaning you each get three attempts?” Dakota clarified. Seriously, how had they been so lucky as to find someone who matched his vibe with Ben so well? Parker could see them all getting into a lot of trouble together in the future. 

Ben answered this time. “Sounds reasonable. Fifteen-minute increments and we set a timer.” Sure. That sounded fair. “May the best queer win.” 

Parker gestured toward the drawer that he’d taken the handcuffs from. “Anything in that drawer is up for grabs.” 

It wasn’t his whole collection, but there was plenty for a range of basic scenes. “Flip for who goes first?” Parker grabbed a coin from the bowl in the corner of his dresser and flipped it at Ben’s nod.

“Heads!” Ben called.

Parker revealed the coin for both of them to inspect together. 

It was tails.

Parker took in Dakota’s delectable frame. Behind him, he heard Ben sinking into the chair where he could watch them both. Which was exactly what he wanted. 

Parker decided that his primary goal, aside from winning of course, was to let Dakota know that all of their body was desirable. Including the areas that didn’t match the typical binary of male or female. But Parker wasn’t going to start there. 

Instead, he took Dakota’s lips in a slow, melting kiss. Dakota returned the kiss eagerly, their tongues and lips tangling together in a flow of golden honey.

Then Parker took charge of the kiss, one hand on Dakota’s jaw to keep their mouth open and angled where he wanted it, while he plunged in with his tongue like he was fucking them. They moaned and writhed beneath him, pulling at their cuffs. 

He could tell they were loving it, the feeling of being completely trapped and at his mercy. 

He assumed that Dakota was as experienced with orgasm denial as they’d been with impact play, so this wasn’t going to be quick. 

Which meant that he could shape the whole experience, edging them until they capitulated in the final round. On Ben’s turn, of course.

So, for the first round, he wasn’t going to use any toys. Just his body, with nothing between them. 

He kissed down Dakota’s neck while his hands explored their soft flesh. He alternated unpredictably between barely-there tracings and harsh scratches. 

Dakota was hanging on his every touch. He loved seeing their gasps when they moved in response, pressing their stinging back into the sheets.

He bent to suck at one of Dakota’s nipples. It was larger than most men’s nipples, but still flat on the slight mound of their breast. An intriguing in-between. Both masculine and feminine and more. Parker sucked it to a peak.

Then he bit down. Hard.

Dakota cried out his name, lost in agony and desire. Parker soothed the nub with his tongue. 

He continued his unpredictable onslaught, learning Dakota’s body without any hurry. They loved any touches along the bottom of their ribs, arching up into his hand when he dragged his nails along them. He made sure to repeat the motion often. 

Slowly, almost as if he had no destination in mind, he moved closer to that sweet V between their thighs.

Dakota was already panting and whimpering, though nowhere close to begging. He would have to change that. 

He pressed their legs apart, not entirely sure what he would find. 

Parker’s own body showed his history, with a mostly female anatomy and a small penis that had grown from his clit when he started taking T. It had grown a bit more after surgery to release the connecting ligaments, but it was still as thin as his finger.

But Dakota’s anatomy was much more… complex. At the top was the thick head of a penis, swollen and red with arousal. Their shaft was less than an inch long, the tight skin merging into the flesh below. It began to split just below the head, opening into their vulva. 

It hadn’t occurred to Parker that a urinary opening could be anywhere but on the tip of the penis or nestled in the folds of the labia. But Dakota’s was just in the middle, starting halfway down their short shaft. He wondered where they would squirt from when they came. 

The seam continued to open, revealing the rosy pink flesh of a vagina. It looked ready and inviting, though he recalled that it was shortened. He didn’t see a lot of moisture, so he would need lube. 

The pink hole was nestled between two wrinkled, bulging mounds with a light dusting of hair that were clearly testes but continued upward to wrap around their cock. 

Even though Parker had thought he was prepared, he realized that he wasn’t quite. He was still turned on. Very turned on. He just wasn’t sure what to actually do. 

Under his hands, he could feel the muscles of Dakota’s thighs tensing up, and he realized that he had looked for too long. He was a total asshole.

He gave Dakota a lecherous grin, then leaned forward and ran his tongue along the bottom of their rib cage, raking his nails down their side. “You’re delicious, baby,” he murmured. “You look good enough to eat.” 

Dakota twisted and gasped, but it was muted. He’d lost their trust, which was even worse since he knew exactly how it felt to be on the other end of that too-long pause. 

He continued kissing their soft belly and running his fingers over their delicate skin, working his way slowly down again. 

He realized after a moment that he didn’t need to know in advance what they liked. As with anyone else, he could experiment. Even with more typical binary genitals, two people might not enjoy the same thing, and everyone had their own preferences.

He would start with what he liked, and then work from there. 

But not yet.

First, he lipped and bit teasingly along their inner thighs, coming close to where they wanted him, but not quite making it. His mouth danced around the top of their mound again, and they thrust up into him.

“Oh no, pet. I didn’t say you could move.” He held their hips down forcefully, and then finally gave them what--he hoped--they wanted.

He began with that tempting, half-buried cock, running his lips and tongue lightly over the whole thing to see what got a response. Their tip was sensitive, and he moved between the taut tip and the loose, wrinkled skin of the short shaft. 

They tried to thrust up into him again, and he gave them a swat on the thigh. “Don’t move.”

Naturally, their response was only to shudder more deeply. So sexy. 

With two fingers and his thumb, he gripped around the top and sides of their buried shaft, stroking along the nerves that he now knew where to find. He loved how their cock felt in his hand, full and hard amidst all of that soft, warm flesh.

Dakota was shaking and crying out, trying not to move as he jacked them on just this side of being too rough. 

He felt his own blood pound in response. He loved that feeling of power and sensuality that came from making someone else melt in pleasure, and with Dakota it seemed to be amplified. He could get lost in those sounds. 

With his mouth, he traced down their slit, from the head of their cock to the inviting pink cavity below, licking up their tangy taste. He dipped his tongue into that tight hole, noticing the irregular flesh inside and the moans it elicited, and then traced the route upward again. 

Judging by their reactions, he decided that he might want to lick along the cleft of their shaft when he was teasing, but what they really wanted was his tongue in their hole. 

He decided to give it to them, wanting them to know that he was capable of taking them apart. 

He offered his hand to Dakota’s mouth to wet. Then, he thrust one exploratory finger inside them, and then a second. He thought that he might be able to feel the end of their tunnel, but he didn’t think that he was pushing too far. 

But he definitely needed lube. He grabbed it quickly and returned to his task. Dakota’s inviting hole was slick and pulsing around his fingers. 

He could feel every muscle in their belly tense beneath his wrist as he continued to tightly stroke their little cock while finger fucking them to the same rhythm. 

“Parker, Sir, please!”

He wasn’t sure what they were begging him for, to stop or continue, but they were exactly where he wanted them. Hopefully, he’d have them so ready that they’d explode as soon as Ben started his turn. 

He traced his tongue between and around his two hands. He now wished he hadn’t been so hasty with the lube because he wanted to draw his tongue around the fingers plunging into their cunt the way he was with the hand that was working their cock. 

“Please, Sir, please!”

His sweet pet was right there on the edge, crying aloud and shaking with their effort not to move or come. It was just about the sexiest fucking thing he had ever seen. He knew that with just a few more thrusts, another couple rough jerks, they would be coming all over his hands.

God, they felt good under him. So responsive, and yet so pliant, waiting on him for whatever he chose to give. 

He wanted to chase that orgasm, to see them fall apart beneath him. But he also wanted to win the contest. He could see the count-down on the phone that Ben had propped up and knew he had only seconds left. 

Feeling that they were as frenzied as he could make them without having them come, he gave them a sweet kiss on the lips. And then stopped. 

Chapter 7 Ben

Ben surveyed the panting, sweaty, beautiful mess on display before him. Dakota’s eyes were hazy and lost in sensation. 

Ben had just started his second turn, and his cock was as hard as steel from watching the previous round. Parker had thrust a curvy butt plug into Dakota’s cunt while their little pet writhed and tried not to move. Apparently, it was just the right size to act as a dildo in Dakota’s shortened passage. 

Ben fingered Dakota’s nipple roughly and then attached the second clamp. “Squirm all you want, pet. You’re not getting away from me.” 

He gave the chain a little tug and was rewarded by Dakota arching off the bed. They moaned again when they fell back and the sheet caressed their gorgeously abused back. 

He’d barely started his turn and his sweet little toy was already on the edge. His plan was to attach the clamps all over Dakota’s body, and then leave them for Parker to take off, forcing Dakota’s climax. 

There was no way that Dakota was making it through two more rounds. He could only hope that they made it through this one. 

Ben was determined not to lose. Not just because his competitive streak urged him on, but also because, if he was being honest with himself, he was a little nervous about bottoming. It had been a long time, and it hadn’t been pleasant the last time he tried. 

Well, there was nothing for it but to get Dakota so worked up that they came as soon as Parker touched them. It was a fine line to walk, and he was tempted to go easy. 

But he wouldn’t give their bet anything less than his best effort. And it was so much damn fun watching Dakota try to figure out whether they should squirm closer or farther away, only to realize again that they were bound at the wrists and couldn’t do either. 

He licked around and over the nipple clamps, knowing that the soft, slippery touches would only make the pain more acute. Dakota was panting and shaking. 

“Think you can handle a few more of these?”

He swung two more of the chains of clamps that he’d found in Parker’s drawer in front of Dakota’s eyes. 

Their only answer was a needy gasp and a tight, frantic shake of the head. But no safe word sprang from their lips. Just watching them like this was such a rush. 

He dragged the thin metal chains down their belly, along one leg and back up the other. Dakota followed his movements with their eyes. 

He let the chains and clamps pool onto their belly and then took his hands lower. Dakota’s body was such an exciting playground of feminine and masculine, and he was starting to get a better handle on it. 

He traced one finger down the slit that ran from the head of their cock to their sweet little cunt, and then tucked it into their entrance. 

He traced lazy patterns across the wrinkled mounds that seemed similar to testicles, through the opening that stretched up and around their penis, slipping his fingers in again when he happened to pass by. 

He picked up the first chain. “Ready baby?”

Dakota was too blissed out to properly answer, and just looked at him pleadingly. Ben could have forced a verbal response, but he didn’t want to break their flow. 

He pulled up a fold of skin on one side of their scrotum and let the clamp pinch down. 

“Ben! Ben!” Dakota tossed their head frantically from side to side, trying to beat down the waves of pleasure and pain. 

“Such a good little pet, waiting until we tell you to come.” 

Of course, that comment didn’t help. Dakota’s eyes were fixed on him, though they were blown wide and unfocused. Delicious. 

Ben resumed the random touches, then started stroking upward from their cunt, just barely dipping inside. Dakota jerked and writhed.

Getting a grip on the loose skin on the other side, Ben attached the next clamp in parallel to the first one. 

Dakota arched up, crying out inarticulately. The movement was no doubt shifting and pulling on the chains even more. 

God, they were responsive. And the way they just took everything he gave them was driving him wild. He wanted to bury himself in them. Claim them. 

But this sweet torture was a claiming of its own, and he was burning with desire. 

“Good job, pet,” he soothed. “So good for me.” 

He stroked calming hands along Dakota’s sides, aware of Parker’s eyes following his every move. Without even looking up, that amplified the already hot scene by a factor of ten. 

“You’ve just got two more clamps to go, baby. I know you can do it.”

Dakota nodded. “Ben,” they whispered, helplessly. “Sir.”

“I’ve got you, baby. You can do it.” 

He stroked along the top and sides of their cock, digging into the wrinkled skin for the pulsing shaft the way that he’d seen Parker do. Watching the sexy man take command of Dakota’s body had not just been sexy as fuck, but educational, too. 

Dakota started to thrust into his hands, attempting to find a rhythm. Unfortunately, he wasn’t going to allow it. 

He took a pinch of the loose skin on the top of the shaft, where it faced Dakota’s belly. He massaged the soft skin between his fingers and then attached the next clamp. 

“Oh! Ben! Benbenbenbenbenbenplease!” Tears leaked out of their sparkling eyes and their words were almost a sob. Their legs were jerking uncontrollably, and they thrashed their head between their outstretched arms. 

Ben forced their legs down and open, then knelt over their thighs so that each of his shins trapped one of their legs. He knew the increased restriction would drive them higher. There were only two minutes of his turn left, now. 

“So good, pet. We’re almost done. I know that you’re close, but you’re doing such a good job of waiting for us.” 

Dakota still hadn’t settled but he slipped the last clamp on anyway, right below the head on the front of their shaft. 

Instead of arching or thrashing, Dakota’s whole beautiful body began to shake rhythmically, and their eyes rolled back. 

“Don’t come!” he barked out. But it was too late. 

Dakota was falling apart, moaning and crying in an ageless song. 

Accepting the inevitable, Ben leaned forward and kissed their desperate lips, pressing his body over theirs to feel that magnificent release as he snuck one hand down to tangle in the chains and thrust his fingers into their body a few more times. 

Their orgasm echoed and returned, going on and on as he coaxed just a little more from them. It almost made Ben come himself. Dakota was exquisite. 

Finally, when Dakota’s breath started to slow, Ben sat up to remove the clamps. Dakota would not appreciate him leaving them on after all that. 

Dakota left out a little cry as he released each one and sensation came rushing back, so he hurried to complete the rest. He noticed Parker undoing the handcuffs. 

Ben lay back on the bed and arranged Dakota on top of himself. He traced long lines from their silky hair to the top of their ass. “So beautiful,” he murmured into their hair. “You were gorgeous coming apart for me.”

They’d both lost the bet, but he looked conspicuously away from Parker, trying not to think about what losing meant for him. There’d be plenty of time for Parker to collect later, he told himself, and now he needed to take care of his sub. 

He wasn’t going to dwell on the image of Parker claiming his prize. The idea of Parker topping Dakota was hot. Himself… he wasn’t so sure about. 

Dakota nestled in, which did bewitching things to Ben’s cock, but he ignored the sensation. Fortunately, Parker didn’t push it either. 

Instead, he lay down beside them, one arm over Dakota’s back and his face just brushing Ben’s shoulder. God, Dakota and Parker had been gorgeous to watch tonight. 

Parker pulled a thin blanket up over their rapidly cooling bodies. It felt suspiciously peaceful and right, like the three of them were meant to be together like this. 

Ben had never considered this possibility, never imagined that his flirtation with Parker would be anything more than a series of heated glances and provocative dares. The accidental-on-purpose touches during group scenes at the club. 

But this… this felt like something that could work. This felt like more. 

If Dakota wasn’t interested, maybe they could find another sub for a third. 

If he were being honest with himself, though, he wanted Dakota. 

Dakota had that perfect mix of flirtatious sensuality, spontaneous enthusiasm, thoughtful insights, and needy submission. They’d clicked both at Whirlwind over a game of darts and in the bedroom, in a way that he rarely did with anyone. 

None of it would have been half as much fun without Parker. 

But did Parker and Dakota feel the same way? Ben started to feel nervous, a rare and uncomfortable emotion. Before this evening, he’d pushed his feelings for Parker to the back of his mind. Parker was excitement and possibility, not real life. 

Now that he’d had a taste, though, he was eager to continue. What could he do to make both of them stay? 

The first thing, of course, was bottoming to Parker. Held lost fair and square, even if he was a little nervous. 

Actually, a lot nervous. 

He knew that bottoming wouldn’t make him any less of a Dom. Yet he found himself repeating that fact to himself. 

He’d tried it once or twice when he was young, and it wasn’t something that he enjoyed. As a Dom, it wasn’t something anyone expected of him, so it had been easy to just keep it out of his repertoire. Which meant that it would be even harder for him to open up now.

And that was just the physical part.

It also felt different because it was Parker. For so many reasons. 

Their relationship, tentative as it was, was based on them both being Doms. Would Parker still look at him the same way after this? Could Ben even look at Parker the same way after submitting to him? 

Bottoming doesn’t mean submitting, he reminded himself. But, ugh, it sure felt that way. It certainly wasn’t something that he’d asked for or felt in control of. 

And then there was the intimacy of the act. He felt like all three of them were on the path to something beautiful. He was finally connected to Parker through Dakota, but what if this fucked it all up? 

What if he fucked it all up? Like, what if he hated it? What if he couldn’t even do it?

Dakota brushed a languid hand down his chest, making him realize how tense he was getting. 

He tried to relax, but questions kept bubbling up. Would Parker know to go slow? Would he go easy on him? 

He could envision Parker fucking into Dakota’s ass with rough abandon, and he knew that Dakota would enjoy every minute of it. He was sure that Parker could make it good for him too.

Intellectually, he knew it. 

Ben was probably some sort of hypocrite. 

Dakota stirred and stretched as they came back to themselves and Ben immediately returned his attention to the gorgeous sub in his arms. 

Parker seemed to notice their movements as well, because he rolled off the bed and padded out of the room. He returned shortly with a water bottle and straw. He pressed the straw to Dakota’s lips, and they drank thirstily. 

Since Ben was laying down with only a pillow to elevate his head, Parker pressed the straw to his mouth as well. 

It was an oddly intimate moment, moving into uncharted territory where Parker was taking care of Ben instead of both of them focusing on Dakota. 

Really, he should have more confidence in Parker. He would trust him with a sub, so there was no reason that he shouldn’t trust him with his own body. It was just difficult. 

Ben drank deeply, letting himself sink in to the moment. 

He felt like he was drinking in more than the water. The feeling of Dakota’s sweet weight on his body. The heady feeling of Parker watching him. The way they’d both connected with the unexpected spitfire from the bar. 

And the potential for more. 

Ben drank the bottle dry and then looked back at Parker. The man now had a cautious and compassionate look in his eyes that he turned into a question. Do you want to call this off? 

If Ben stated that this was a hard limit, Parker would let him back out of their agreement without a single comment and never mention it again. But if he was just backing out because he felt a little uncomfortable, he would never hear the end of the teasing.  

Anxiety and desire shot through Ben’s body in equal measure. Whether he was ready for this or not, he wasn’t backing down from his bet. 

He gave Parker a hard, determined look and a swift nod. 

Parker gave him one more scrutinizing look. Then, Ben watched as his usual mask of nonchalance slipped over. “So,” Parker drawled, “I believe we had a bet.” 

“We did,” Ben allowed. 

“And I believe that you lost.”

Dakota giggled.

Ben gave Dakota a gentle shove, though his other arm still held them tightly to his chest. “Some help you are. You lost too, you know.” 

Dakota looked up with exaggerated innocence. “I suppose I’ll have to bottom now. Whatever shall I do?” 

Ben grumbled and gave them another gentle shove. The result was mostly Dakota’s thighs rubbing against his hard length. God, what a delicious morsel. 

Dakota appealed to Parker with a pout. “Did you see that? He’s hitting me.”

Ben burst into laughter with Parker, while Dakota kept up a determined pout. Dakota would definitely keep them on their toes. And it was just what he needed to put his fears in perspective. 

“You may recall,” Ben returned, “you were begging me to hit you just a few minutes ago.” He swept Dakota up into a kiss, willing himself to get lost in their sweet lips and not worry about what was coming next. 

“I suppose,” Dakota agreed with a theatrical huff.

Parker claimed the next kiss from Dakota. Ben couldn’t tear his eyes away. He felt each shiver and strain as Dakota took everything that Parker gave. 

The two of them were so sexy together. Ben could watch them all day.

Parker kissed his way down Dakota’s cheek and then whispered something in their ear. Dakota’s eyes lit up. 

Well, whatever it was would certainly be interesting. 

Given what Ben knew was coming, he hoped he could handle it. No, he reminded himself, Parker knows what he’s doing. 

“Come here, sweet thing,” Parker drew Dakota off the bed until they were standing. Then he grabbed a pillow and placed it on the floor in front of a chair. 

It was a wide, deep brown, leather chair that Ben just knew had been chosen for its kinky possibilities. 

“I bet you’re a good little cocksucker, aren’t you,” Parker cooed. “Want to show us what you need?” 

Dakota nodded eagerly.

“Get down on your knees, then.” Parker gestured to the pillow as his voice grew harsh. “Show Ben what you can do.” 

Dakota sank to their knees, facing the chair, and waited in perfect position. 

It took Ben a moment to realize what was going on. Parker was moving the bet along, but giving Ben back some of the control. 

Ben rose and stalked over to the chair. Before he sat, he teased Dakota’s greedy mouth with his tip, then sank down to the cushioned seat. 

Dakota’s body was still, but they eagerly swayed just the slightest bit forward.

Ben grabbed their hair and angled their mouth open. “Suck.” 

Chapter 8 Parker

There’s always a moment, right after a bet is spoken, when you can turn it around. Parker had done it before. Just say something else and make it sound bigger and badder than the last thing, and boom--different bet. 

He could have said anything. Whoever loses has to run around the block naked. Whoever loses has to give a sexual favor to the winner. Anything. Fucking anything. 

That moment had come and gone for this bet, and now he was cursing himself. What the fuck had he been thinking? 

He’d never heard of Ben bottoming. And since they talked about sex all the time, there’s a good chance it would have come up if it were something he did. 

Whether Ben had never tried it, tried it and hated it, or just saved it for very rare occasions, didn’t really matter. 

Because he could tell that Ben was freaking out. 

He also knew that Ben was determined to go through with it. 

Which was just fucking stupid.

Parker wanted desperately to call the whole thing off. 

Whatever was developing between the two of them, hopefully the three of them, shouldn’t start with Ben doing something he didn’t enjoy. While Parker loved the idea of taking that sexy ass, it should only be if Ben wanted it. 

On the other hand, he had to trust Ben to make his own decisions. 

Parker had asked Ben with his eyes if he wanted to back out, and he’d gotten a hard no for an answer. It was Parker’s job to trust that. 

The only option left was making it as good for Ben as he possibly could. And looking for any indication that it wasn’t going well so he could either stop or adjust the script as necessary. He’d already determined that he’d safeword for both of them if necessary.  

It was a lot of pressure, and Parker was worried that he wasn’t up to it. 

The first thing that he needed to do, though, was put Ben back in his role of Dom. 

Parker ordered Dakota to their knees, willing Ben to take the indirect suggestion of a blow job. 

When Ben’s hands tightened in Dakota’s hair, Parker let out an almost audible sigh of relief. At least he’d done one thing right. 

Once Ben was distracted, he quickly crossed the room, grabbed something from his drawer without showing it to the other two, and headed for the bathroom. 

He was not going to fuck Ben with the massive dick that he had on now. 

He wondered for a moment if Ben would accept his biological dick as a legit form of bottoming. That would be easiest. It would, at most, be a pleasant tease right at his entrance, probably less forceful than Parker’s tongue. 

Unfortunately, he didn’t think so. Not because Ben wouldn’t respect his dick, but because Ben would see it as being let off easy on the bet. 

Like he wasn’t strong and manly enough to take a full-sized cock. 

The incongruous idea made Parker giggle. He was totally losing it. 

Stripping down several layers, he knew that the first thing he needed to do was switch out the large dildo that had strained his pants for a smaller, softer packer with a flexible rod insertion. 

He’d tried a number of packers over the years and they’d been evolving in both their ability to take on more of the functions of a biological dick and to look and feel more realistic.

Usually, he didn’t feel much when he fucked someone with a packer, but psychologically there was something undeniably hot about watching something that looked like his own body go into someone else’s tight hole. 

He was excited about the new one that he was about to open. He didn’t spend much money on himself, and the new dick that he’d ordered last week from PeeCock Products was a splurge. It was, essentially, the Cadillac of packers. It had cost over $300 with all the parts, and he hoped it lived up to the hype.  

He could supposedly use it to create a soft, comfortable flaccid bulge for daily wear, a stand-to-pee device, an erection for pleasing a partner, and a special new feature for his own pleasure. 

It was the last bit that he was especially excited about right now, since he took the other features for granted at this point. 

He took a moment to study the new object in his hands. He’d long sense lost any feeling of shame or incongruence holding what was, essentially, a disembodied dick. Yeah, it was floppy and squishy and moved oddly when you were holding it in your hand, but in the bigger picture, genitals were weird on people, too. 

Right now, he focused on the artistry. It had been hand-painted with a silicon-based paint to give it realistic coloring, redder at the tip and blueish along the veins. The outer layer felt almost exactly like skin, and when he pinched it, the outer layer pulled away from the shaft. 

The testicles at the bottom felt full and soft, but with harder balls that could be felt inside when you squeezed the wrinkled flesh. 

He’d chosen an uncircumcised model, since his parents hadn’t circumcised either of his brothers. Also, he thought foreskin was hot. He stroked the shaft, enjoying the way that the red tip poked out teasingly. 

Basically, it looked like a cock.

Science was totally crazy sometimes. 

He inserted the inner shaft, clicked it into the erect position, and gave the whole thing a firm squeeze. It felt right, with a good amount of resistance, but it would also squeeze down in response to pressure. This would be much easier for Ben to handle. 

Then he flipped it around. The base of the packer made him snicker, even though he was excited about it. 

When he’d ordered it, he’d gotten to choose the silicon shape that surrounded the small hole that he’d be sticking his biological dick into. The choices were a stylized vulva, an unenthusiastic mouth, or a miniature back and ass. 

The ass was by far the funniest, so he’d gone with that. It was like there was half of a tiny person living in his dick. He smirked, letting loose his inner ten-year-old boy. 

As funny as it was, he couldn’t wait to see how it felt. He swiped some lube into the small hole, feeling the suction against his finger as he withdrew. So far, this felt promising.  

Switching to a packer also required a different harness, shaped more like a typical jockstrap, since the natural-looking balls didn’t give the same structure as the base of a dildo. He wished he’d had a chance to wash these, but he was pleased with the soft fabric.

And the crotchless design for easy access. 

When he studied himself in the mirror, he was pleased with the result. 

He liked how he looked. He might not be as tall and muscular as some, but he enjoyed his muscle definition, and the hair that decorated his chest. 

His cock stood proud and erect, the balls dangling enticingly. There was a thin strip of black between the two parts of his anatomy, but it was easy to ignore. 

He gave his cock a rub and moaned with the answering jolt on his biological erection. This was going to be good. 

He just hoped he could make it good for Ben.

After debating getting dressed again, he decided against it. He threw on a pair of boxers over the jockstrap and gave himself a critical look in the mirror. 

He’d bent the packer into a semi-hard state so that it still fit into his boxers. Yeah, he liked how he looked. And he knew that Ben and Dakota would, too. He gave his cock one more rub through the fabric, enjoying the feel of it under his hand. 

He could do this. Taking a deep breath, he strode back to the bedroom. 

It was show time. 

Parker took a moment to survey the scene in front of him. The gentle light of the bedroom glistened on Dakota’s pale, sweaty flesh, highlighting the beautiful red marks that crisscrossed their back. 

Parker felt a pulse of arousal and pride. He’d made those stripes, he’d pushed the sub to those heights and left his claim visible for everyone to see. 

Even better, his marks were intermingled with Ben’s. The angle and width of each welt told the story of who had put it there, a map of their shared passion and dominance. 

Parker continued the feast of his eyes. 

Dakota’s solid waist had neither the curves of a woman nor the muscles of a man, but was instead the perfect blend of both, just like the rest of them. Their ass was still reddened, showing the impact of two sets of hands, and as they leaned forward, their tiny rosebud and the pink folds beneath peaked out. 

Their subservience was as beautiful as their body. They rested easily on their knees, joyfully content to serve between Ben’s muscular thighs. 

Parker raised his eyes and for once looked his fill at the man who had made his pulse quicken for years. 

Ben sat at the front of the chair, his knees wide and his posture commanding. The dark hair on his muscular chest was tightly curled and sparse, a light dusting over his smooth, umber skin. His abs were mostly smooth, the rich brown tones glowing with copper undertones in the soft light. His cock, in a nest of black hair, was much darker than the rest of his skin. Almost a midnight black.

Parker moved further into the room. He was mesmerized watching the contrast of Dakota’s almost translucent peach hands and lightly painted pink lips against the deep coal of Ben’s dick. Dakota was hungry for it, slobbering and moaning as they lapped at the head and then took him deeper.

Ben’s face remained stern, but his eyes were dilated and his breathing heavy as he commanded Dakota with a firm hand in their hair. Even when he yanked roughly, it was clear he was giving Dakota exactly what they needed.

Then, Ben looked up and met Parker’s eyes. His gaze was magnetic, as it always had been, absorbing all of Parker’s attention.

For a long time, they just looked at each other, taking each other in. A current of understanding passed between them and Parker knew that this would work. They were finding their way to each other at last.

Ben wasn’t just trusting himself to Parker, they were each trusting the other with themselves. Whatever happened next, they would both be making themselves vulnerable, and they would both be reaching for something they wanted.

Ben gave him a brief nod, but unlike the nervous, determined one from earlier, this was an invitation.

“Look at you two,” Parker cooed, bringing himself into the scene. “So fucking sexy. Ben, I wish you could see Dakota like this, so hungry for you and wearing our marks on their back.”

Ben stepped in to help direct the scene, maintaining their shared control. “Parker, you should feel our dirty slut’s mouth. They’re such a good little cocksucker.”

Parker strode over to stand near the chair. Ben pulled Dakota from his own dick to guide him toward Parker’s. Parker shoved down his outer pair of boxers to reveal his cock, appreciating the greedy hunger in Ben’s eyes.

Dakota fell on his cock with abandon, making a show of appreciation with their tongue. The whole time, Ben directed them with that tight hand in their hair, using Dakota to give Parker pleasure.

And, oh God, was it good. Parker cupped the base of the packer so that he could direct the angle while Dakota’s mouth tugged and pushed. Every motion Dakota made was amplified in that tight suction around Parker’s biological cock. Even when he momentarily slipped out and had to redirect, the sensation was mind blowing.

Parker fought to keep his eyes from rolling back into his head, not wanting to miss a second of the sexy sub sucking him under Ben’s command.

Fuck he could never go back to his old packer after this. He felt everything, the sensation in his body perfectly in tune with the vision of Dakota with his mouth stuffed full, all combining for an embodied experience of it being his cock in a way he’d never had before.

“How much can you feel?” Ben asked with a touch of surprise.

Some distant part of Parker’s mind realized that Ben must have been observing him very carefully in the past to realize that something was different now.

Just getting the words out was difficult. “Ugh, all of it. Oh, baby, so good.” He pushed into Dakota’s waiting mouth. “When Dakota, unnh, when Dakota sucks me there’s something inside that, uhhhh, God, let’s me feel all of it. I just...” He was seriously losing the battle with speech. “I didn’t know it would be this good.”

Ben abruptly changed his motions, setting up a rapid rhythm with Dakota’s mouth that they accommodated with a tight suction.

“Oh, like that, oh, fuck...” He was dangerously close to tipping over the edge.

And it was more than just the sensations in his body. He felt powerfully connected to both Dakota and Ben as they pleasured him together. The rightness of his body only added to the perfect communication between the three of them.

Then, Ben pulled Dakota off.

Parker drew in a gasping breath and gave Ben an evil glare. “Fucker.” That’s what he got for playing with another Dom.

Ben chuckled. “I believe you had other plans for that hard-on tonight.”

Holy shit. He’d almost forgotten. “Oh, yeah. That sexy ass is going to be mine.”

“Let’s see what you got.” Ben smirked, and Parker was relieved to see that he didn’t look as worried any more. Putting him back in control of Dakota had been the right choice. 

Parker was starting to see the evening take shape. They would all be making this work together, Ben sharing control rather than yielding it and Dakota merging them seamlessly together.

“Oh, I’ll give it to you,” he thrust his erection forward lewdly. “But first I want to see our sexy pet eating your ass.”

“Mmm...” Dakota moaned, “yes, Sir!” Parker couldn’t think of anyone more perfect for the two of them, so playful and enthusiastically eager for anything they got up to.

When he spoke, Parker had been thinking of Ben kneeling on the bed, but he didn’t want to give a command. Instead, Ben considered for a moment, then shifted his seat to the very front of the chair and leaned back. Even as he gave Dakota access, he was still able to loom over them.

Parker approved, glad that he hadn’t made the decision on Ben’s behalf. He watched as Dakota kissed up Ben’s thighs, gave a lingering lick down his balls, and then went for the prize.

Ben’s eyes suddenly widened, then closed. It looked like Ben hadn’t expected it to feel like that. “Good, isn’t it,” he smirked.

Ben rolled his eyes, then drew in a deep breath. “You’re amazing, pet,” he praised Dakota, unwilling to give Parker any ground.

They both knew Parker had won this one anyway.

While Dakota eagerly lapped at Ben, Parker knelt behind the sub, squeezing their ass tightly in his hands. Dakota shivered and moaned, and Parker knew they were feeling the sting where the Doms had earlier marked them.

He leaned forward, kissing and biting along their ass until he settled his tongue against their hole. This might mostly be about Ben, but he wanted Dakota utterly devastated, too.

The three of them soon fell into an easy rhythm, Parker fucking into Dakota’s rapidly loosening ass with his tongue while Dakota apparently mimicked the actions on Ben.

When he could hear Ben’s breath hitch as he licked around Dakota’s hole, it felt like he was fucking both of them with his tongue at the same time.

Getting up for a moment, he retrieved the condoms from his drawer and separated a few from the strip. He made sure they were in easy access of both the chair and the bed so they wouldn’t have to stop. He dragged the lube over with him.

“You ready for me, sweetness?” He let one hand drift over Dakota’s back, the other holding the tip of his lubed cock teasingly against their hole.

Dakota moaned and nodded, not breaking away from their task. That sounded like enthusiastic consent.

Parker pushed in, stilling a moment both to let Dakota adjust and to calm his own body. Damn, that felt good. He cupped his balls and the skin along the top of his cock, keeping everything aligned for his own enjoyment as well as Dakota’s.

Sensation pulsed through him as he watched his cock disappearing into that eager hole and felt each motion along his aching shaft. Fuck, was it going to be hard to last like this.

Dakota was arching back, pushing against him and heightening everything he felt. “Don’t you dare come, baby. I’m only getting you warmed up for Ben.”

Both of them groaned their approval.

Forcing himself to focus, he pulled Dakota up hard against him and then stilled. He knew that Dakota would be feeling desperately full while anxious for the next motion, and that Ben would be teased by Dakota’s breath on his hole. Perfect.

“Let Ben suck your fingers, babe.”

Dakota gave Ben a look that he couldn’t see, but he’d bet they were being saucy. They wordlessly offered up three fingers to Ben’s mouth.

Ambitious. And hilarious. Ben definitely wouldn’t be ready for three fingers for a while and they all knew it.

Ben gamely took the three fingers into his mouth and Dakota moaned. Parker tensed as every tiny movement connected through his dick, even as he tried to keep Dakota still. Fucking heaven.

“You know what to do.” He gave Dakota a gentle slap on their ass, more encouragement than sting.

Then, Parker watched breathlessly as Dakota pressed one slim finger against Ben’s pucker and then began to lick around it. Ben tossed his head back. The man was breathtaking.

Parker was suddenly very glad he’d made that bet.

He let Dakota continue for a few moments, but the sensations on his own dick were becoming too intense. Reluctantly, he pulled out and moved around to Dakota’s side.

“Lube,” he prompted.

Dakota, totally on their game, held out their hand in Parker’s general direction without ever breaking contact with their mouth. Their hand returned to its hidden location beneath Dakota’s hair.

Parker could have watched Ben’s face twisted in ecstasy all day.

He ran one hand soothingly over the red lines of Dakota’s back and the other teasingly along Ben’s inner thigh, but otherwise stayed out of the way to let Dakota work. The noises the two of them were making were beautiful.

Although he couldn’t see what was happening, he knew the moment when Dakota added another finger by Ben’s gritted teeth. “More lube,” he said quietly.

Dakota sat up, giving Parker the first look at Ben’s glistening hole. Damn was he a lucky man to be getting in there.

He noticed Dakota subtly stretching their shoulders and realized that they’d been crouched in an awkward position for a long time.

“Sit up, baby. Let me see those fingers.” He smiled internally, pleased that he could make Dakota more comfortable while meeting his own desires.

And, God, was it sweet watching Dakota push in with one pale finger and then two. Ben froze up, then relaxed, welcoming them in. 

Dakota moved slowly, inching in further with slight movements in and out until their two fingers were fully planted. 

He could see their next intention a moment before they enacted it by the gleeful smirk on their face. 

“Ohhhh…” Ben groaned, his eyes rolling back. 

“Ben, meet your prostate,” he said helpfully.

Ben glared at him, but without any real heat.  

Parker loved the dynamic between the three of them. Still fun and playful, but with passion like wildfire. 

As Dakota worked their fingers more rapidly, Parker darted in with more lube. He wanted Ben positively dripping with it for what seemed like it might be his first time. 

And that time was coming up very soon. 

Dakota pressed their three fingers together into a tight circle and slowly tried to ease them inside. He could see them making it past the inner rim, which was as far as they needed to go, even if he could see Ben’s cock slightly deflating in his discomfort. 

The cock Parker had on now would be softer than those three fingers and only slightly wider. He wanted Ben to handle the rest of it while deeply buried in Dakota’s ass.  

He moved in close to kiss Dakota’s sweet lips. He could taste Ben’s musky flavor on their tongue. “Good job, sweetness. Go to the bed and get yourself ready.” 

Dakota made a show of standing up and sashaying over to the bed. When they arrived, they spread their legs, bent over deeply to expose the delicious region between their legs, and peeked over their shoulder playfully. 

“Minx,” Ben murmured fondly.  

Yeah, Dakota was going to be a handful. Both men watched as they climbed up, one slow knee at a time, and crawled across the mattress. 

“Fuck,” Parker heard himself whisper. The pull that Dakota had, with that exquisite mix of sensuality, spirit, and submission, drew him in like nothing ever had before. 

Well, nothing except Ben. 

He looked over at his long-time crush, getting lost in his deep, black eyes and easy smile. This was going to be amazing. 

Parker inclined his head towards the bed. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Dakota flipping over onto their back. 

“They’re ready for you,” he said quietly. Even with Ben visibly more comfortable, he wanted to make sure that he made every move on his own. 

They both turned toward Dakota, and damn, were they ready. They had pulled their knees back, leaving their hole completely open and ready, a blatant invitation. 

Ben stalked slowly toward the bed, making his own show of dominant sensuality. He took his own cock in his hand, pumping it a few times. 

“You ready for this, pet?” His voice held a note of threat even as he confirmed their consent. 

“Well…” Dakota drawled, “I was thinking I might do a little more stretching here first…” 

Ben launched onto the bed and covered their mouth with a punishing kiss. “I’ll show you stretched,” he growled when he came up for air. 

Parker thought it sounded a bit corny, but it was perfect for their dynamic. 

And it showed that Dakota was looking after Ben, in their own silly, flirty way. He interpreted their teasing as making sure that Ben was relaxed. 

Ben quickly turned serious, however, kissing Dakota relentlessly as he buried them beneath his strong body, grinding into them while they struggled and writhed. 

When he finally pushed away, Parker was ready with a condom. He was about to hand it over, when he had a better idea. 

As sexy as it was using Dakota as a go-between, he was about to be intimately acquainted with Ben’s body, and they’d still barely touched each other. 

He gestured with the condom, nonverbally indicating his request. Ben spread his hands wide, giving him free rein. 

Parker’s mouth watered, taking in his delectable cock. While he didn’t want to draw this out for too long, he needed just one little taste. 

He leaned forward and licked around the smooth head, then dug further under Ben’s clinging foreskin. God, he wanted more of this. Maybe every day forever. 

Ben’s hand came down heavy on the back of his neck and he pushed back without a thought. He would not be controlled, and Ben better get used to that now. 

Ben’s hand instantly turned to a warm presence, resting rather than pressing. Parker went back to his exploration of that beautiful tip. 

When Ben let out his first moan, he pulled back and ripped the condom from its package. With a purposeful glint in his eyes, he rolled it slowly down Ben’s length.

He saw Ben’s hands moving toward him and looked up at him in a dare. If you touch me, I’ll stop. 

Ben’s menacing glare in return was just as evocative. If you don’t hurry the fuck up, I’m going to do it myself anyway. 

Yeah, playing up their rivalry for dominance was going to be a lot of fun, so long as he kept it to these short, whimsical exchanges. 

At last, he reached the end of Ben’s length with the slippery latex and followed it up with a slow pass of his lubed hand. 

Ben growled at him. So hot. 

Parker smirked.

And Dakota, who had a front row seat while all of this was taking place between their legs, threw their head back and laughed. 

“Done?” Ben grunted.

Parker made an after you gesture in Dakota’s direction.

Ben grunted in return, even as he slid his hands seductively up Dakota’s inner thighs. Rising to his knees, he continued the movement up their solid waist, over their slightly raised breasts with their flat nipples, and then following the flow of their arms over their head. 

Ben had both of their hands clasped in his larger ones and he switched both into the grip of one hand. 

God, that interplay of dominance and submission between them was sexy. And Parker didn’t feel an ounce of jealousy. Just desire. 

Barely taking his eyes away, Parker quickly slipped on a new condom and lubed it up. 

Parker placed a hand on Dakota’s belly and the wrist of his lubed hand on Ben’s back, wanting to be connected to both of them as Ben lined himself up. 

With one sure thrust, he pushed in and Dakota keened. Fuck, were the two of them beautiful together. 

Keeping hands on both of them, Parker maneuvered around the bed until he was behind Ben. Then, he moved both hands to Ben’s back, and then his ass. 

The trust this gorgeous, strong man was giving him was humbling. 

He slowly leaned forward, hands flowing forward and back, until his body rested fully over Ben’s. Ben’s thrusts into Dakota were also teasing both of them as Parker’s cock rested in the cleft of his ass. 

Because of their height difference they would never be able to kiss like this, but Parker could stretch to lick at Ben’s neck. 

“You ready?” he asked softly. 

“Yeah,” Ben breathed out. With the way he was pumping into Dakota, Parker assumed he would be sufficiently distracted even if the first few moments weren’t as pleasant.

He slipped his still-lubed fingers between Ben’s cheeks and pressed two of them inside, instantly pegging Ben’s prostate. 

Ben lurched forward and Dakota cried out. Power swelled through Parker as he commanded both of them at once with a single, light touch. 

Deeming Ben ready, he withdrew his fingers and then slowly, very slowly, began to guide himself in. 

Ben stilled, and Parker stilled with him, waiting. “Kiss him, Dakota,” he murmured.

Dakota, bound by Ben’s hands, could do nothing but offer up their mouth, but Ben accepted the invitation. 

Their kisses started out languid, and gradually grew more heated. At last, Parker felt Ben’s body relax and he started to push forward again. 

He drew back and inched forward in tiny increments. He wasn’t in any hurry, and this already felt amazing. Each small movement seemed to radiate out from his cock to his whole his body. 

He needed to distract himself, or this would be over far too soon. He started talking, hoping to encourage the two of them on while keeping his own control.  

“God, Ben, you feel so fucking good. So tight around me and, fuck, I love your muscles.” He licked a stripe up Ben’s back. “Can’t get enough of you.” He dug strong fingers into Ben’s back, his arms, his hips. 

“And Dakota, look at you. So sexy and wanton, giving yourself up for us. Such a cockslut for us to fill up.” He withdrew an inch and then pushed in harder, watching the motion echo through both of them. 

He continued babbling, saying whatever came to his mind as he moved into the rhythm that Ben set. The larger man fucked into Dakota and then thrust back onto Parker’s cock. 

Parker gripped the base of his cock to perfect the angle of his own stimulation, and then started experimenting with the position that would drive Ben to insanity. 

He shifted upward, a bit further back and angled downward and… there it was. 

Ben yelled and bucked, then increased his tempo. 

Parker groaned as his cock was gripped by that tight hole, the physical experience with his packer indistinguishable from his erection plunging into Ben’s ready body.  

As greedy as Parker was to take control, he knew that this needed to be Ben’s show. He was just there to enjoy the ride. 

And oh, what a ride it was. Every nerve in his body pulsed with the rhythm that Ben set. Parker melted into Ben’s back, enjoying the slide of flesh on flesh as he licked and gently bit at Ben’s hard muscles. 

He reached into the tight space between Ben and Dakota’s bodies, and Ben lifted just enough to allow him entrance. He sought, and then found, Dakota’s flat nipples and gave the nearest one a circling caress followed by a harsh twist. 

Ben’s hand covered his, their fingers overlapping and intertwined as they caressed and tormented the small nub. It felt close and special, like they were both taking care of Dakota. 

But Parker wanted to take care of Ben, too. 

He flipped his hand the other way and sought out Ben’s nipple, giving it a much gentler tug. Ben groaned, then thrust back harder.

All three of them were breathing hard, their voices a symphony of gasps and moans. 

Ben shifted the angle between the three of them, dropping Dakota’s hands to grip both of their nipples. Parker shifted until he found that perfect angle again that made Ben moan. 

“Touch yourself,” he commanded Dakota. 

Moments later, Dakota was whimpering and begging, overcome by the onslaught across their body. “Please, please! Ben, Parker, Ben, please! I’m so close. You feel so good, and, ohhhhhhhhh, oh please!” 

Parker returned to Ben’s nipples, teasing and yanking one and then the other. Ben seemed to like a bit more pain than he would have expected.

They both sounded close now. And Parker… he’d barely been holding it together since they started. 

Each thrust, each glide, each whimper and groan was driving him almost to the edge. The only thing holding him back was wanting to make it good for Ben. 

He gave Ben’s nipple one more sharp twist, and then felt his rhythm fall apart.

“Come, baby, come for me,” he grit out to Dakota. 

And with that, Parker let himself go, thrusting in deeply a few final times as he chased the edge and then fell over.

The exquisite wholeness of the moment poured through him, surrounding and filling him. He was falling apart and being knit back together, panting against Ben’s back as he made a few final thrusts to chase the end of that pleasure. 

It was glorious, and he wanted to float in the moment forever. He placed open-mouthed kisses on Ben’s back, caressed Dakota’s sides with both hands. 

Ben was languidly kissing along Dakota’s collar bone and Parker followed the movement, not wanting even an inch to separate them. 

He’d wanted Ben for a long time, but nothing had prepared him for how earthshaking this would be. He soaked in the man’s presence, digging his fingers into Dakota’s sides to keep them close as well. 

After a few quiet moments, he reluctantly realized that he needed to withdraw. The tiny motions of their three bodies were becoming uncomfortable on his overly sensitized dick, and they’d need to clean up if they didn’t want to go to bed sticky. 

Grabbing the base of his cock and the condom, he slowly pulled out. Ben grunted at the sensation, then repeated the action with Dakota. 

Parker was never as good at the part that came after the sex, especially when it was this good.

Especially when he was pretty sure that he was ruined for anyone else ever again. 

Ben was better than anything he could have dreamed, and fuck, did Dakota fit both of them well. 

“I’ll go grab some washcloths,” he mumbled, hopping out of the bed. 

Play it cool, he reminded himself. 

He grabbed some clean washcloths from the shelf, cleaned himself up quickly, and threw on some clean boxers without a packer. When the water was hot, he wet the clean washcloths and carried them back to the bedroom.

Ben gently cleaned Dakota, and then himself, while Parker awkwardly dealt with throwing away the condoms and taking the washcloths back to the bathroom.

Unfortunately, that only took a few seconds. 

“Dakota’s just about passed out,” Ben mentioned. And indeed, their sub was snuggled into Ben’s chest with eyes closed.

“Stay,” Parker blurted out. “Both of you.” Thank God Ben had given him an opening. “It’s late,” he finished lamely. 

Ben gave him a hard stare, calling him on his waffling. While Ben was just as competitive as Parker, he didn’t pull back when it was time to lay out uncomfortable truths. 

Even if he got away with it for now, Ben wouldn’t allow him to dance around what he wanted for long. Whether he wanted a relationship with one or both of them, Ben would force him to say it instead of hiding behind bullshit like it’s late. 

But Ben seemed to be willing to let it go for the moment.

“Get in here,” Ben said gruffly, lifting the covers. 

Parker gave him an insulted look. “I think you’re forgetting whose bed this is.” 

Ben only raised an eyebrow. 

Which, fair enough, it was what he’d wanted anyway. 

Parker turned off the lights, then helped pull back the blanket and sheet, getting the three of them settled. The top of the comforter was probably gross, but as long as it hadn’t leaked through, he could deal with it in the morning.

As he slipped into bed, he figured that Dakota and Ben would stay cuddled together. So long as they didn’t slip away, however they slept was fine with him. 

But after just a moment, Dakota sleepily turned toward him, wrapping one lazy knee over his thigh and resting their hand on his chest. 

Then Ben crowded behind them, resting his hand over Dakota’s.

Parker felt like his heart was going to explode. 

So, he did the only rational thing and held very, very still so as not to fuck it up. 

“Go to sleep, Parker,” Ben whispered gruffly. 

He sighed. “Yeah, um, good night.” 

“Good night, Parker. Night, babe.” There was a soft sound that must be Ben kissing Dakota’s head. 

Dakota mumbled something that might, from context, have been a good night. 

And while Parker thought that sleep would never come, he drifted off only moments later. 

Chapter 9 Dakota

Dakota awoke slowly, taking in the sensations of where they were before opening their eyes. They ached deliciously everywhere. Their back burned with the softest tongues of remembered fire. The flesh of their ass was warm in that way that meant they’d be feeling it for days. And both of their holes felt tender and well-used. 

Moreover, their whole body had that languid softness that came from being worked over, and then falling immediately into a deep sleep. 

As their awareness spread outward from their body, they felt weight. Warmth. There were arms and legs tangled with theirs. Perhaps more than a pair of each?

They squinted their eyes open and caught Parker’s profile.

Oh, fuck. Last night had been, literally, the best sex of their life. Their brain rushed to supply details, jumbled out of order and layered on top of each other. 

Parker exploring and tasting their body. Kneeling while Ben directed them to suck both Doms’ cocks with rough hands in their hair. Sweet blows falling while they lay over the coffee table. Ben teasing and tormenting them with those clamps. Flirting over darts at Whirlwind. 

Ben deep inside them while Parker took Ben. 

That was the memory that made them jerk awake.

The rest of the evening had been amazing. Phenomenal. Sexy beyond their wildest imagination.

But having Ben bottom for Parker--that had been intimate. 

Dakota was pretty good at reading people, and they were pretty sure that Ben wasn’t used to bottoming. Everything that both men did indicated that it wasn’t expected. That the bet wasn’t supposed to end that way.

Dakota suspected that Parker hadn’t thought it through, which was something they were going to have to remember for the future.

If there was a future. 

Because it was clear that Ben and Parker were meant for each other. They’d both been nervous, and they’d both shown a huge amount of trust with each other. 

Dakota had certainly played a critical role in getting them together, but now that they’d given in to what was clearly a long-time flirtation, what would they need Dakota for?

At best, Dakota might be a helpful bridge between them while they found their footing. 

At worst, they’d be ready to go out looking for available subs as a team. And what sub wouldn’t want to fall at their feet? 

Dakota wanted to fall at their feet. Hopefully for the rest of their life. 

They squirmed and tried to slip out from between the two men.

Parker’s arm tightened around their waist. “Less moving, more sleeping,” he murmured. 

“I’m just going to the bathroom,” they lied. 

They quickly took care of business and gargled with a bit of borrowed mouthwash. They wanted to take a shower, but didn’t feel confident enough to take advantage like that. 

Plus, they needed to leave. Seeing a pile of clean washcloths on the shelf, they grabbed one and did a quick wipe-down. Now it was time for clothes. 

Everything had progressed so quickly last night that all their clothes were in a pile by the door, except for their panties which were easily found in the living room. 

They slipped on their shirt, trying to ignore the wrinkles. They decided to forgo the panties, knowing they’d be disgusting, and slipped one leg into their skirt. 

A noise startled them and they tried to turn, only getting tangled in the fabric.

At once, strong arms closed around their waist. Ben.

“Sneaking off?”

“Um…” There was really no way to answer that. 

“It’s not even six, and we were up late. Come back to bed.” His voice was gruff with sleep.

“Uh…” Dakota was really not winning in the words department this morning. 

Ben kissed the side of their head, just above the ear. They couldn’t feel his lips through their hair, so it was more the idea of a kiss. It felt caring and tender. 

They melted back against Ben’s hard body, realizing suddenly that he was completely naked, his cock starting to harden against their bare ass.

He nuzzled into their neck. “I don’t think we were done with you.” 

Dakota sighed. If nothing else, that was a clear invitation to more sex. They turned in Ben’s arms, reaching upward to wrap their arms around his neck. They ground against him, loving the feeling of being small against his height.

Though Parker had a way of making them feel small even without the size difference. 

“If you’re still interested, I don’t have anywhere else to be for the rest of the day,” they said flirtatiously. 

Ben watched them closely, as if trying to read their soul. 

“Give me your phone.” 

Unexpected, but still a good sign. Phones meant phone numbers. 

Dakota unlocked the phone and handed it over. Ben typed for a few moments, his thumbs seeming too large for the tiny screen. He blinked a few times with heavy lids. 

A moment later there was a ding from pile of clothing that Dakota thought was Ben’s. Right after that, a similar sound came from the bedroom.

So, Ben had programmed in both numbers. That seemed promising, like Ben wanted all three of them to hang out again. 

On the other hand, the fact that Ben had Parker’s number memorized might tell a different story. Who memorized their friends’ phone numbers these days? Ben and Parker were clearly a lot closer than they’d acted. 

Which meant there still might not be a place for Dakota between them. 

Ben handed their phone back, yawning. He looked tired. More interested in sleep than getting it on.   

The logical thing would have been to follow him back into Parker’s bedroom and snuggle in, but Dakota wasn’t sure he was ready for that.

Especially if it might not last.

Sex was so much easier. 

“Um, maybe I should go. Catch you guys later.”

Ben squinted again, giving Dakota that look like they were being evaluated. Like he could read all of their secrets.

“I don’t think so, pet.” Ben shook his head. 

Dakota was starting to feel more anxious about their place in all this, and they bristled at Ben’s tone. “I’m not, like, submissive all the time. In bed, yes, but that doesn’t mean I’m looking for someone to tell me what to do the rest of the time.” 

Ben blinked twice, and then gave a slight smile. “What should I call you, then?”

It felt like they were having two different conversations. Had Ben heard what they said? Was this some kind of trick question?

“You can call me Dakota,” they finally offered. It sounded weak and stupid, though. Last night they’d been called pet and baby, as well as a few other things. They didn’t want to be somebody’s pet, but they liked it as a nickname. 

Especially if that nickname were falling from Ben or Parker’s lips. 

Ben looked searchingly at them again. “Do you always run off so quickly?”

“Um…” They didn’t know how to answer that either. They weren’t opposed to staying, but they wanted to know where things stood. 

“Come in here,” Ben finally grunted. 

Dakota’s head jerked up. 

“Please,” Ben added. “Please come in here.” He held out a hand. 

Unsure, Dakota took it anyway. Even that one touch felt so good that they wanted to melt. 

Ben drew them into the bedroom and sweetly pulled Dakota against his front so that they were both looking down at Parker. 

Ben poked a finger into Parker’s exposed belly. Not exactly romantic. 

Parker shook his head and squinted his eyes. “What?”

“Tell Dakota to stay.”

“Stay,” he agreed, closing his eyes again. 

“Tell Dakota that they can’t leave.”

“Can’t leave, stay,” he mumbled. 

“Parker!” Ben’s voice was sharper now. 

“What?” Parker finally opened his eyes and took a moment to focus on the two of them.

No words were spoken for a moment, and Dakota was pretty sure that they were missing some meaningful looks between the two of them. Ben clearly gestured something, but Dakota only felt it as movement against their side.

What they fuck were they talking about? And how much should they be worried that the two of them already had a secret couple language?

Whatever they were communicating, it was clear that Dakota wasn’t supposed to be involved in the conversation, even if it was about them. 

They turned, planning to break free of Ben’s embrace. This was too much.

Immediately, Ben’s arms tightened, trapping them to his chest. 

“Parker, tell Dakota that they’re ours. That we’re keeping them.” 

What? What? Like, what the fuck? Just like that? 

Like, twelve hours ago Ben and Parker weren’t even a couple, and now Ben wanted Parker to commit to them being a… trio? A something that wasn’t a hook-up at any rate. 

Hope and terror dwelt in equal measure within their chest. 

Finally, Parker’s eyes met theirs. He looked a little worried, but determined. 

He must have seen Dakota’s fear, because his gaze softened. “Is that what you want?” he asked softly.

Dakota couldn’t speak. But not speaking and losing the potential of what this could be would be worse. 

They didn’t want to sound too eager, either. “I’m game for it,” they said with a shrug. 

“Good,” Parker grunted. “Ours. Sleep.” His eyes closed again. After a moment, he added, “Thanks, Ben. Better at this.” His voice was slurred. 

Ben chuckled. “Yeah, the feelings bit really isn’t Parker’s strength.”

“Feelings? You haven’t exactly been forthcoming yourself.”

“I’m sorry, Dakota.” Alright, so not being called pet names sucked. “I’m tired, too,” Ben continued, “and I wanted to check in with Parker, first. Come back to bed.” He said it like it was an invitation, but he’d already guided Dakota around to the other side of the bed, his chest pressed to their back the whole time.

Dakota let themselves be guided. They’d probably object if Ben got too controlling, but this level of manhandling felt more warm and safe than bossy. 

Ben pulled back the covers and tucked them in, wrapping himself around them. The night folded them in, the scattered light from the streetlights outside making everything dark and cozy. 

“Parker says that I’m good at attacking with the truth, so here goes,” he started.

“Dakota, you are amazing. Parker and I have been flirting for years without it going anywhere, and you were the magic that brought us together.” 

Dakota opened their mouth to point out that this was what was worrying them, but Ben pressed a gentle finger to their lips.

“Believe me, I’m excited about Parker. Who’s probably awake and listening to all of this,” he said meaningfully. Dakota felt a movement of Ben’s leg that was probably a kick. “But we wouldn’t want him to get a swelled head.” 

Dakota smiled against Ben’s finger. They really liked the gentle ribbing the two guys gave each other. They liked being included in it. Liked giving back as good as they got. 

It was fun and sexy and strangely intimate, too. Like they’d been invited into Ben and Parker’s world. 

“You’re something else, though. I have to say, I wasn’t looking for this. I wasn’t even thinking about this. But Parker and I have each been picking up subs for years. We’ve been in group scenes before, and we’ve watched each other with subs. 

“And no one, no one, has ever gotten us like you do. I’d have to say that no one has ever gotten me the way that you do. And I think that Parker would say the same. 

“If he weren’t a chicken,” he added with another kick beneath the blankets. 

Parker’s complete lack of reaction to the two kicks was telling. He was definitely awake. 

“So, here’s what I propose,” Ben continued. “We would like to date you. We would like to spend time with you and see where this goes. We’d like to hang out with you, and learn about you, and share our stories, and introduce you to our friends at trivia night. We’d like to show you off at the BDSM club where we’re members, and we’d like to have a lot more evenings together like this. 

“We’ll need to work out a lot of the details, but that’s what we want.” 

Holy shit. That was better than anything Dakota had expected. If their future dates were anything close to as good as the last twelve hours had been, they were sold. 

“Um, how do you know it’s what Parker wants, though?”

“Parker?” Ben raised his voice.

No response.

“Parker, stop being a dick.”

“I’m game,” Parker replied quietly, echoing Dakota’s earlier words. 

“Asshole,” said Ben, fondly. 

He removed his finger from Dakota’s mouth. “Now, what do you want?”

There really wasn’t much to think about. “I want that, too,” they said softly. “I mean, I want to try. I… I really like you guys, too. This was, um, pretty special for me.” 

They felt their face burning, but it didn’t seem to matter when Ben swept them up into a kiss. 

It wasn’t a passionate kiss, but a slow, gentle one. One that made promises for later. 

“Can we go to sleep now?” Parker said in mock exasperation.

Even though it was dark, Dakota could envision Ben rolling his eyes. “I thought you were already asleep,” he growled. 

But he also pulled Dakota into his chest as he whispered in their ear. “Sleep, Dakota.”

Quietly, Dakota spoke up. “You can call me pet if you want to.” 

“Mmmm… I’d like that, pet.” 

Dakota loved the way that mmm moved through their chest, filling them up. They liked pleasing their Sir, but they also liked the way that Ben respected and cared for them as an equal partner.

Dakota nestled into Ben’s arms, listening to his heartbeat and reveling in the joy of the moment. It was only their second night in the city, and they could already see the future stretching out before them.

“Hey,” came Parker’s not-so-sleepy voice. “You’re hogging our pet.”

Dakota kicked back their heel into Parker’s leg. “Come over here, then.”

Parker grumbled, but he snuggled up behind Dakota, pressing their bodies together until Dakota could hardly move. It seemed that Parker had his own language for telling Dakota that he wanted them. 

And with that thought, and four arms around them, Dakota let themselves drift off to sleep. Their arm was a little bit squished and they’d probably get too hot, but everything was perfect.

Other Books by Reese Morrison

Whirlwind

Each book in this series encompasses a single whirlwind moment, usually around a single day, in which two (or sometimes three!) characters connect in a special way. The series features many transgender, genderqueer, and gender-bending characters who are looking for love--and some kink! These books are best enjoyed in order as the characters heavily overlap.

Waiting for You, Whirlwind Book 1

Taylor would give anything to have his best friend, Julio, look at him the way he looks at his revolving door of hook-ups. But Taylor knows that he's too big, too fat, and too plain to ever appeal. It doesn't help that his secret desires for lace, makeup, and submission don't match his outsides at all. But he can't keep pining for Julio forever, so he makes one last effort to move on.

When Julio finds Taylor's Grindr profile, he's can't believe how lucky he is. Not only do their kinks align perfect, but he might have a chance to finally show Taylor what he means to him. He quickly creates his own Grindr profile to get Taylor's attention. What could possibly go wrong?

This book contains some light bondage, spanking, and a HEA.

Here for You, Whirlwind Book 2

Eric's always avoided dating. It's just too hard to find someone who's interesting to hang out with, willing to put up with his reserved nature, and shares his kinks.

But when he sees a new sub, Micah, walking across the club floor, something's different. Micah is both vulnerable and strong, walking proudly with his crutch and blurting out his transgender status. With Eric's help, he asks for what he wants.

And what Micah wants is a group scene. Fortunately, Master Eric has four good friends...

This book contains a group scene, spanking, and a HFN ending.

Home for You, Whirlwind Book 4

COMING FEB/MARCH 2020

Jeff's always done his best to make everyone happy. He's a caring father to his children, works hard, and loves taking care of his home. When his callous wife leaves him penniless because he's not manly enough, he doesn't know where to turn. Listening to his friend's advice and dressing in the feminine clothing he's always wanted to visit his first gay bar seems like it will only make the situation worse.

Angel has fought all of her life to show the world that she can be better, smarter, and stronger as a transgender, black, lesbian lawyer. But now that she's at the top, the fight just feels exhausting and she's ready for a slower pace in life and a little girl who wants to be taken care of.

When Angel meets timid, dainty Jeff in the parking lot of Whirlwind, she decides to take to take him under her wing and help him find the beautiful girl that's waiting inside: Jessica. Angel knows that she might be moving to fast, but all she wants is to wrap Jessica up and keep her safe... and keep her on her knees.

This book involves a Mommy Domme power exchange and a HFN ending.

Keep reading for a preview of Home for You.

Music to My Ears

In a world is full of music celebrating straight relationships, the Music to My Ears series imagines stories behind popular songs when a pronoun change gives them a whole new meaning. These books are connected by a theme, rather than characters, and they may be read in any order.

Jesse’s Girl, Music to My Ears, Book 1

When Julia meets her perfect boyfriend over a couple of guitar riffs at her summer job, she holds herself back from lighting up every time he plays her signature song and makes her smile. Because no matter how she feels inside, Jesse will only ever see her as an awkward, gangly boy named Jude. Being best friends and bandmates will have to be enough, because she knows it's all she'll ever get.

Jesse just can't figure it out. Jude is his best friend. His perfect match. He might not be attracted to him, but he can't imagine a future without Jude in it. So when Jude takes off after graduation within a word, he's devastated.

Their friendship has always come easily, but it might not withstand Julia's homophobic father or Jesse discovering the truth. There's no way Julia could ever become... Jesse's girl.

Traditions

The Traditions series follows the Jewish calendar in making old traditions new and bringing romance to life. The series features many transgender, genderqueer, and gender-bending characters, as well as BDSM elements. As the series is united by a theme rather than characters, the books may be read in any order.

His for Hanukkah, Traditions Book 1

Most people like vacations. And Christmas. They both make Adam want to scream. And kick things. Anxious, lonely, Jewish, and in serious need of a Daddy, Adam finally loses it in the lobby of his favorite BDSM club--right in front of the guy he's been crushing on.

Tate's been dreaming about Adam for a long time. Trying to pick him up for a scene seemed to scare him away, and he worries that Adam wasn't as accepting of his transgender status as he'd hoped. But when the sobbing boy seeks comfort in his arms, he hopes this can be another chance.

When Tate learns how invisible Adam feels being Jewish during "the holiday season," he sets out to win his boy over by making him his for Hanukkah. He plans to spoil him with eight nights of affection, laughter, and submission, showing Adam that he can be the Daddy that he deserves. But will it be enough for Tate to keep him after the holiday's over?

This book contains impact play and the early stages of a Daddy/boy power exchange relationship.

Stand-Alone Books

Love Language: A Valentine’s Day Special

COMING FEBRUARY 2020

Marco and Greg would both rather be anywhere than a kink club on Valentine’s Day. Marco doesn’t have the patience to speech-read in a hearing crowd. And Greg is still mourning his Sir who passed away three years ago.

But when Greg steps in to explain something in ASL, Marco can’t stop thinking about the light he sees in his sad eyes. Strong, older, fluent in sign language, and sweetly submissive, Greg is exactly Marco’s type. Even if he isn’t ready for another relationship yet, Marco isn’t ready to let him go.

Greg thought that he would never want to date someone again. But as painful as it is to admit, he’s starting to feel like it might be time. Marco is like no one he’s never met. Small, twink-ish, and over a decade younger, he isn’t at all what Greg imagined in a Dom. Yet he’s undeniably attracted to his care and control, even after Marco reveals that he’s transgender. Slipping into ASL, the language of his childhood, Greg wonders if he might have a second chance at love.

This book contains hurt/comfort themes, bondage, role playing, and a HEA ending.

Preview of Home for You (Whirlwind Book 4)

Jeff drove into the parking lot behind the bar. He’d been hoping that it would be too full to find a space, but no such luck. It was much earlier than he’d realized. His teacher friends got off work at three, hit up happy hour, and were usually in bed by eight or ten. With his kids, he’d usually eat around six and start baths and books by seven. He’d forgotten that for the rest of the world, 7:30 wasn’t even dinner time. 

He looked around the parking lot. The six or eight cars were empty. No one was watching him. He slowly opened his door and stood. 

His best friend, Amy, had given him a strappy little purse to hang over his shoulder, and he both loved it and hated it. That is, he loved how it looked, but he felt so vulnerable holding it. Maybe he shouldn’t take it in. Maybe he shouldn’t go in at all. 

He stood by the car, trying to gather up his nerves or at least make a decision. 

He heard tires, and looked up as another car turned into the block. Instinctively, he ducked. No one could see him like this. 

He heard a car door opening and closing, and he kept his head down. He listened to the footsteps, a rapid clink of heels. When the person was inside, he would get right back in his car and go home. 

The footsteps stopped, closer than he’d been expecting. But maybe he hadn’t been paying attention properly. He opened his eyes, only realizing then that he’d been closing them. 

The woman looking down at him was sexy and imposing. Not just because of her confident body language, but also because of the impeccably cut suit jacket and skirt that she wore like a weapon. She had money and power, and she wasn’t afraid to flaunt it. Her features were model-perfect, in a somewhat masculine way, and her skin was a glowing brown suggesting ancestry from several continents. 

Attraction rushed through him, leaving him almost dizzy. But it was an impossible desire--like a teenager dreaming of marrying her favorite actor without any hope of any actual meeting. Actually touching her would be impossible. Even if she were interested. 

Which come to think of it, there was also no way that she was a lesbian. She was too put together. Too polished. Too feminine, even with those masculine edges. She wore dangling hoop earrings and towering high heels. She was businesslike, but also exuded sexuality, no doubt another weapon in her arsenal. She walked like she owned all that she saw. She was probably the CEO of a Fortune 500 company, and her husband probably was, too. 

She had to be in the wrong parking lot. And what if… well, Jeff wouldn’t want to guess at the woman’s background, but he knew that a lot of cultural groups were even less tolerant of queer people than the white Catholics that he’d grown up with. This was going to be so bad… 

“Are you alright?”

“Er… yes. Just fine. Fine. I got turned around. And I was just leaving. Going home. I was, I’m um, just getting into my car and…” 

“I don’t think so, little one.” Little one? The woman’s voice was low and resonant. “Is this your first time here?” She stepped closer and he sucked in a breath. 

So she was gay? Or maybe a little gay, but kind of not-gay enough to be interested in Jeff? 

Jeff realized suddenly that he hadn’t really thought through who might be interested in him. A straight man who saw him as a woman? A gay man who saw him as a man? Or… a lesbian who was willing to consider that he might be a woman, too? Could that even happen?

In his fantasies, he was just a biological woman, and he hadn’t quite figured out where the reality of his actual body or a potential partner was supposed to fit in all this. He was still attracted to women, at least he thought he was. But weren’t men-who-wanted-to-be-women supposed to like men? 

He knew about drag queens. They were supposed to be gay men who liked to dress up like women. Was he like that or something different? And why did he want this gorgeous stranger to keep staring at him with predatory attention?

Because now that he was crouched in the parking lot, utterly exposed in the clothing Amy had dressed him in, he realized several things about himself. First, that he’d thought his libido had died off years ago, but in fact it was alive and well. And second, that he had a type, and it was commanding women just like this. Like he must have thought his ex-wife Maria would be--though that had been a disaster from the first moment. 

He looked up, trying to figure out what the statuesque woman thought of him. She looked like she wanted to eat him with her eyes. It should have been frightening, but for some reason her confidence thrilled Jeff down to the tips of his bright red toes. Did he want this imposing stranger calling him little one? The messed up part was, he kind of did. 

“Well?”

“Well what?”

“Is this your first time here?” Now the sexy stranger was even closer. Invading his personal space. Looming over him. Was this… flirting? She couldn’t possibly be interested. She was untouchable. Perfect.  

Looking up at her was turning him on, too. “Er… yes. My friend made me come. She’s trying to look out for me, but I don’t think it’s such a good idea. And I should really just go home. I have kids. Two kids. So I need to get home.” Shut up, Jeff. Stop talking. 

The stranger gave him an indulgent smile. Oh, God, she was hot, towering over him with those high heels. “You’re adorable. And it sounds like your friend knew what she was doing. Do you trust her to watch your kids?” Jeff nodded hesitantly. “Then I’m buying you a drink.” 

Not Can I buy you a drink? or Do you want to have a drink with me? This stranger just told him what was going to happen, and Jeff found himself drawn to that certainty like a moth to the flame. The woman took his hand, possessively, and sparks raced up his arm. He stood at her command. 

He knew that women interacted differently with each other than men did. This could just be friendly and sisterly, right? If she was even willing to chat with him over a drink while he was dressed in these terrifying clothes, that should be enough. He definitely shouldn’t want more. 

He followed. What else could he do?

“My name’s Angel.”

“I’m, um, Jeff.” He wanted it to sound soft and high pitched, but it came out squeaky. 

“I wouldn’t have pictured you as a Jeff. I was thinking more of a flower name. Like Violet or Lily or Jasmine.” 

“Um, my daughter’s name is Lily. And my son is Casey.” Oh God. She doesn’t want to know about your kids. But at the same time, Jeff was bubbling with joy. She thinks I should have a flower name! Does that mean she likes me?

“How old are they?” Angel placed one strong hand on the small of his back. The heat flowed easily through the silky fabric of his shirt. She was taller than him, too, with the heels. Jeff almost forgot how to speak. 

“Uh, um. Lily’s two and Casey’s six. They’re um, they’re really amazing.” 

“I’m sure they are, with you as their parent.” Wow. She’s actually nice. And not scared off by my clothes or my kids or… could it really be this easy?

And just like that, they were at the door, and Angel was guiding him inside. It should have felt overwhelming, but instead he just felt safe. Like he had someone at his back. Someone who thought he should have a flower name. 

Angel waved and nodded to a table full of people as she walked in, so she was either a regular or she was meeting them. The group looked ordinary enough, five or six guys sharing a few pitchers of beer, but there was one there who was different. She? or he? shone like a star. The individual had a trim little mustache, sequined shirt, flowing hair, sinuous motions, and a scandalous amount of exposed skin that two of the men couldn’t look away from. 

For a moment, Jeff couldn’t look away either. If someone like that could be safe here… perhaps he could be, too. He would never be flashy and flirty like that. But that was comforting, too… compared to this exotic butterfly, his more conservative feminine clothing might not raise eyebrows. 

A husky whisper sent shivers down his spine. “That’s Dakota. They’re gorgeous, aren’t they.” 

Jeff’s brain reeled. Angel was clearly talking about one person with the word they, which kind of made sense grammatically for someone that wasn’t quite male or female. He’d need to think about that more. Most of his brain, though, had short circuited when he felt her breath against his ear. More surprising, it sounded like she was using his curiosity about the new person, Dakota, as a form of seduction. 

Everything that she did seemed to be designed for seduction. Or was he just reading it that way? 

With a proprietary hand, she guided Jeff to the stool at the end of the mostly empty bar. Oh, god. It was straight out of every classic movie he’d obsessed over as a teenager, before life had forced him to give up such ridiculous dreams. But now it was happening. He felt like the dainty girl being guided by her confident partner. The movies were totally sexist, of course, but for him, a middle-aged man in a tight shirt and strappy sandals, it was liberating. 

April took her own seat and hooked her feet onto the bars beneath Jeff’s chair. Their legs pressed together deliciously, and if Jeff wanted to move, he’d either have to climb out awkwardly or wait for Angel to move. The heels were driving him crazy. 

This was definitely flirting. No, not even flirting. Claiming. Marking her territory. Jeff knew he should feel used and objectified, but instead he felt important. Treasured.

About Reese Morrison

Reese Morrison lives in Philadelphia with their partner, two precocious children, and intermittent housemates, guests, and homeless, queer teens. Their hobbies are volunteering on too many boards, planting gardens that they forget to water half-way through the summer, making up songs for their kids, and putting off writing their dissertation.

Reese and their partner both identify as genderqueer and are part of a vibrant community of queer and trans folks. They started writing because they were dissatisfied with the lack of trans and genderqueer characters in what they were reading and finally decided to do something about it. Many, but not all, of their books are kinky (for a whole range of kinks...) and they feel that it's important to represent a range of backgrounds, dis/abilities, gender presentations/identities, and body types in their writing.

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