Page 11 of What About Love

Always up for a threesome, T had been happy to oblige, though he hadn’t expected nonstop yapping as part of it. Honestly, the man needed a gag.

T scanned the surrounding stations, trying to find something to help him tune out the steady stream of commands. As he considered the various offerings, he noted a paddle bouncing off the fleshy cheeks of a sub in the stocks nearby. Nice, still he wanted more.

He paused at the M/m scene at the bondage frame across the way. The top was creating an intricate clothespin design on his bottom’s balls and inner thighs. Interesting, but that certainly wouldn’t push him over the edge.

A female pair at the chain station bore watching. The domme worked a flogger up her sub’s legs, held wide by a spreader bar. She was concentrating her strokes on the girl’s inner calves, moving steadily up to her thighs, lashing the tender inner surface. When she reached her pussy, the lips splayed wide by a labia spreader, he listened appreciatively to the sub’s cries of pleasure as the domme changed the angle, flicking the tails directly on her quivering pink flesh.

A sub with a fantastic ass in a bright-blue skirt caught his eye as she walked by, blocking his view of the culminating scene. Damn! He wasn’t ever going to come at this rate.

Switching his focus exclusively on the blue-clad behind, he scanned down her long shapely legs, taking in slender bare feet with matching blue toenails. Tracking back up, he zeroed in on that ass again, visually caressing it as she bent slightly forward, exposing the lower curves of her firm cheeks below the extremely short hem of her skirt.

Even clothed, this woman was impressive. He imagined her bent all the way over, fingers clasping her ankles as he pulled up the tight band of fabric, baring every inch of her creamy globes.

Bingo. The tingling in his balls foretold his impending orgasm.

His gaze moving upward, he took in the smoothness of her bare lower back. While facing away from him, he couldn’t see her breasts, though his imagination had no problem filling in round tits that would overflow his big hands. He moved faster, driving his cock into the hot, wet, clenching passage in front of him. In his mind, he plunged his hand into long brown glossy hair, fisting it as he rode the electric-blue-clad beauty.

Despite his impending climax, something about the woman struck him as familiar. As he looked on, still driving deep, the dom at her side moved his hand to her lower back. His eyes flicked to the man.

Dano. He mentally high-fived his friend.Good work, old man, but damn you for scooping her up first.

While watching the sub, T drove harder and faster into the warm, eager woman in front of him. Her greedy cunt clamped down on him, broadcasting her orgasm was near as well. The dom’s commands had thankfully stopped. He wasn’t quiet, however. But his loud grunts and groans were infinitely more tolerable than his constant demands.

With the couple close to finishing, and the scene along with them, he pumped harder and faster, willing the heat roiling in his balls to hang on another minute, wanting to see the sub in blue’s face as he came. He knew she would be gorgeous, with big brown eyes and long silky lashes. Full pouty pink lips that would open eagerly for his cock.

Unfortunately, it had been entirely too long and the image of his hard dick driving into Blue Skirt’s mouth, stretching and filling it to capacity as she looked up at him from her knees, sent him hurling beyond the point of no return. His fingers curled, digging into Emily’s hips as he slammed into her and came hard.

Dano shifted, and they were on the move. It was then he saw her face.

“What the fuck?” His curse rumbled across the scene area and beyond.

For the first time in the past twenty minutes, his co-dom shut up, though it only lasted for a second. He had come, too, sweat pouring off his ruddy face, his chest heaving as he sucked in air. Despite that, he had enough left to ask, “Is there a problem?”

“No,” T bit out abruptly.

He needed to end it now and find out what in the hell Angela Hixson was doing at his club dressed in PVC, acting like a sub, taking a tour of the main circuit while clinging to Dan fucking Ogilvie.

Pulling out, he quickly ditched the condom in the provided receptacle and asked the other dom hoarsely, “You got aftercare, Ed?”

Still struggling for breath, he nodded. “Right, um...sure, T. I got her.”

As an afterthought, he patted Emily’s hip. “You were a very good girl, beautiful.”

“Thank you, Master T.” She was practically purring with contentment, clearly satisfied. “Maybe, if there’s a next time, you and Ed can switch positions.”

He nodded vaguely, although he didn’t mean it. If they did scene again, it would be without annoying Edward.

While fastening his leathers, he searched for Dan and Angie in the crowd. They couldn’t have gone far. As tall as he was, T easily located his Rossi teammate first. Dan inclined his head in approval, obviously having witnessed the scene. His gaze shifted to Angie, noting her stunned expression and pale face.

He realized then, if Dan saw in him in a threesome at the spanking bench station, then so had she.

Of course, she was shocked. After living vanilla for all these years and denying her inner submissive, she surely hadn’t ever seen anyone she knew having sex, let alone in public, and three at a time.

As he watched, her eyes dipped to his hands, which were still doing up the buttons on his fly. Her attention shifted to the naked sub still tied to the bench. She stared for a moment, then her gaze skidded away, although not quickly enough for him to miss her wounded expression. She turned to say something to Dan. The experienced dom nodded, bent to whisper something in her ear, earning him a small smile as he guided her down the circuit of stations.

After coming hard, he should be relaxed and in a good mood. Instead, volatile emotions churned in his gut. Disbelief, regret, shame—when was the last time he’d been ashamed of his lifestyle?—and anger.

Dammit! Why was she here? She shouldn’t be. And why the hell was she with Dan?

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