Ian might just be the luckiest man in the world. His husband and Dom, Taren, has spirited him away for a few days at an adult resort and treated him to sexual fantasies their normal lives wouldn’t always allow time for. During their stay they indulged in a threesome with another man, a first for Ian.
Ian’s a sub who cherishes the sweet pain that offers pleasure and can never get enough of either. He loves the challenges Taren presents but right now his brain his working against him. Ian’s worried enjoying the attentions of a second Dom should be follow up by punishment. Since Taren doesn’t offer any punishment, Ian brings one upon himself.
Taren caters to Ian’s every need even if Ian doesn’t know what he craves. Indulging Ian in a self-imposed punishment, keeping him safe and unharmed at all times while Ian gets his heart’s desires is what drives Taren.
Having a threesome brings unexpected emotions from both of them. They’re both feeling possessive and maybe a little guilty after adding a third man to one of their scenes. Taren has some special events planned to reel them back to each other. Can he provide the security and repercussions to make their relationship stronger than ever and assure they have no regrets?
One of Taren’s tricks when he wanted to torment Ian was to slow everything down. In this case it was the walk back to their room. He smirked, took Ian’s hand and walked leisurely through the club, taking the long way around. Ian couldn’t tell if Taren noticed the way others looked at them, but Ian did. Feeling the eyes of other members on them made Ian’s skin prickle and his cock swell enough that the nubs in his cock cage bit into him and sent tendrils of sweet pain coiling between his legs.
Whatever he’d planned needed to be good, because at this point Ian couldn’t think of how Taren could possibly top his efforts so far. When they reached their room -- finally -- Taren stopped in front of the door but didn’t open it. Instead, he leaned one shoulder against the door jam. He twirled one finger around, indicating Ian should face the wall. It was probably one of the few places in the resort without rings for restraints.
After a few minutes one of the staff brought a small package wrapped in brown paper and handed it over to Taren. He thanked and tipped the young woman. She glanced over at Ian and winked at Taren before returning the way she’d come.
“I hope this is the same quality as what I get in that little market at home,” Taren said.
Ian pulled in a sharp breath but didn’t otherwise move. His heartrate sped up and his groin heated to the point Ian felt his pulse throb through his cock.
Taren tapped the package against his palm then turned and unlocked their door. He dipped his head indicating Ian should go inside. Ian didn’t hesitate, he hurried into the room. Once he was inside, he twisted on his heels and watched Taren walk through, his pace brisk which made Ian’s heart pound even faster.
Settling at the small table, Taren opened the package and took out a paring knife and a ginger root. Using careful, metered strokes he shaped it to resemble one of Ian’s butt plugs. The shavings were piled in the packaging and wrapped up.
“Take off your codpiece, boy.” He went to the bathroom and returned with a glass of water.
He moved close to Ian and ran his palms down Ian’s chest. The oils from the ginger root made his nipples tingle and warm. Ian sucked in a breath and Taren nuzzled his neck.
“Hmm. I do like this on you.” Taren’s hands roamed over Ian’s torso, caressing him through the silky material of the corset. He slipped an arm around Ian’s waist and pulled him closer.
Ian leaned into Taren, letting him take most of Ian’s weight. It was something Ian loved, how Taren surrounded him with his arms and manipulated Ian in any way he desired. Sighing out a slow breath, Ian relaxed against his husband even more, his arms went lax and he would sink to the floor if Taren let go his grip. It was one way he signaled his complete submission.
In one swift, smooth movement, Taren scooped Ian off the floor and into his arms. Ian rested his head under Taren’s jaw, appreciating his heady, musky scent and how it mixed with the aroma of ginger.
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