Page 37 of Master Vidar & Vali

“Do you love us?” I asked.

“Well yes. But my questions still stand.”

It wasn’t the heartfelt declaration of feelings I would have hoped for but it was sincere. Hearts and flowers could come later. If she loved us, we would find a way to fix everything else. I also didn’t hear her protesting being punished, just asking why we cared enough to punish her.

“We know what we need to know and could never find you lacking. You are perfect for us flaws, problems, and all. Once you agree, then it is us forever. If shit goes down, we’ll deal with it. We don’t run away. So will you be ours? Do you agree to be under our control?”

A smile tugged her generous lips upward. “Yes. I don’t know who’s crazier, you for asking or me for agreeing, but I trust you. I want to be yours with all that it means.”

Standing, I couldn’t resist going to her anymore. I pulled her up into my arms and hugged her while all my emotions swirled inside me. I claimed her mouth in a kiss that shared how happy I was for her to agree to be ours. Lincoln joined us and the minute I pulled back for a breath, he claimed her mouth for his own.

Life might not be perfect yet, but we’d taken a step in the right direction. The little sounds she made while he kissed her made my cock pulse. I hated that we still had to get her punishment done before we could claim her. Though one part of her punishment was going to make the claiming much easier.

“You're in for a surprise,” Linc teased, as he pulled back from the kiss.

“A good surprise I hope.”

“You’ll see, lass.”

I led the slightly kiss-drunk Zara into the main room we’d been relaxing in for most of her stay with us. There were multiple reasons we’d purchased the property as a safe house. There were safe rooms hidden on each floor but there was one secret we only revealed when we used the place for more personal uses.

Her confused look as we walked up and stood next to the fireplace made me chuckle. Linc pressed a button on the mantle, and the wall next to the fireplace slid away to reveal a wide staircase.

“Oh my god!” Zara said excitedly, “is this a secret room?”

“You’ll see.” I couldn’t help teasing. The trip to the hidden basement of the house was designed to instill anticipation and it did not disappoint. Large wall sconces held LED lights that appeared like flames from the center. The red carpet runner was thick and plush, to help keep tender feet safe for those who entered this level without shoes or were asked to crawl. We’d tried to anticipate every manner of ways our guests would want to enter the dungeon.

The stairway was wide enough for us to descend three in a row, both Linc and I each held one of Zara’s hands. After every few steps, a wider landing appeared complete with a golden chaise to accommodate places to rest along the way for those that may be leashed or wanted to extend the anticipation. On the walls were large, textured canvases that incited calm sensuality, despite having no specific description.

To my amusement, at each landing, Zara sat to try out the chaise. She put her feet up and leaned back. I didn’t rush her, preferring this childlike glee to the fear of what would come.Each time her gaze would find ours, we would smile. I almost wished we’d shown her this sooner, but it would suffice as marking the beginning of a new era for all three of us.

When we reached the bottom, I flipped a switch. The door to the dungeon opened and Zara stepped through. The area was surprisingly big, running the full length of the house above and even further into the mountain. A huge chandelier that was sculpted to look like a Viking longship hung from the twelve foot ceiling. The ribs of the ship had oars with lights on their ends to illuminate the room. Erik had commissioned the gorgeous light for Asgard but it hadn’t worked well in the larger space so we’d stolen it for here. He had another made for the Mead Hall at Asgard, where we held our parties for ourselves and exclusive guests.

Like our clubs, the entire layout was themed around Norse mythology. Along one side, where in a mead hall there would be long tables laid out, were different stations. Each small space was designed with a particular kink in mind. The first two were similar in that each held a bench with lots of floggers and paddles. The next two held the Saint Andrew crosses. The largest stations were set up for shibari. Which only made sense since Lincoln and I had designed the play space. They could be used for everything from simple restraint to a full suspension scene.

Running along the opposite wall were cozy nooks for those who wanted to play but had no specific kink in mind. We’d recently added an area with beanbags and video games when Noah had settled down with his Little girl. Maybe we’d always intended on making this our home. A place where our friends could come and enjoy themselves away from the clubs.

I let her wander for a bit, taking in all the details and getting used to the surroundings. Putting things off wouldn’t change the end result, but it might make her able to submit more fully. It was hard not to feel like this scene would make or break us as atriad. When my own nerves started to rise, I decided it was time to get down to what we were here for.

“Are you ready for your punishment, Zara?”

“Uhm. I think so. I mean, yes. I’m ready.” She was so brave.

“‘I’m ready, Sirs,’ is the proper response. Down here, or in any dungeon, you will call us Sir or Master Váli and Master Vidar,” I gently reminded her.

“I’m ready, Sirs.” Zara squirmed in a way that I knew she was excited and trying to ease the ache in her pussy. Normally, I would chastise her for that but wanted to ease her into things.

“Undress, Zara.” Lincoln’s voice held steel and hunger in it.

Zara’s hands were shaking as she hurried to do his bidding. Once she was naked, Linc helped her to lie facedown on an intricate spanking bench that would be perfect for what we had in store for her. I strapped her down from the right, and he did the same on the left. Once she was bound in place, we both stepped back and admired how beautiful she looked restrained for us.

Her gulp was audible in the quiet room, but it didn’t seem to be from nerves. The way her pussy glistened in the light showed that she was excited. I couldn’t resist running a finger along her seam and taking a small taste of her honey.

“The straps are for your own protection, princess. If you wiggle too much or reach back you could get hurt and we don’t want that. What we do want is that sweet arse of yours scarlet red. Do you remember your safe words?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m green.”

I looked over the array of implements held in the large armoire wondering which Linc would use. There were so many options which I knew would provide very different sensations. My part in this was going to be so much more fun. I took a plug that was only slightly smaller than my own girth out of its newpackaging. While I took it to the small sink recessed into the wall, Linc explained what would happen next.

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