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Mara decided, working himself into the scene like an actor about to perform.

When he stopped and turned to observe his sub, Mara’s breath caught for a few

heartbeats. The anxiety in Delia’s eyes, in every line of her body as she struggled to keep her balance, was such a sharp contrast with the serene elegance of Master Daniel’s posture as he looked at her for a few seconds and then released a gentle sigh.

“What are you expecting, I wonder?” he mused, almost as though he were talking

to himself. He stepped off again, this time circling behind the sub. Mara could see Delia struggling with herself not to turn her head to watch him, then losing that struggle after a few seconds.

“No. Eyes front, Delia.” Not barked, not growled or snapped. Just stated. Mara

liked that. It was controlled. If Master Daniel was just learning, he clearly had a certain knack.

“Mara,” he said next, to her surprise, “since you’re staying with us for the evening, would you like to help?”

She had been standing with her hands clasped behind her back, a loose

approximation of parade rest. Now she was glad he couldn’t see her wringing her

hands together. Would she like to
help
? Even without knowing exactly what he had in mind, she thought she would very much like to help.

Mara nodded. “Yes, if it pleases you, Master Daniel.”

“It does. Or it will. Get the clear item we were discussing, put it in the pitcher. And then bring me the thing I left lying on top of the other items in that bottom drawer. And as for you,” he said with a brisk slap to Delia’s bare ass, “it’s time you were introduced to some of the purchases I made the other day at your favorite store.”

Mara rushed to find the glass baton and smuggle it across the room without Delia

catching a glimpse. Fortunately, the table where the water pitcher sat was out of the other sub’s sight line, so she wouldn’t be able to see the long, ribbed dildo being

plunged into its ice bath.

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She would be able to feel it soon enough. As she would feel the long, slender tawse

that Mara fetched next. When she returned to Master Daniel with it, he just nodded. He was knotting a black silk scarf in place over Delia’s eyes, so it was clearly to be a night of limited information and many surprises for her fellow sub.

“Kneel right there and wait with it.”

Still holding the forked strap, she knelt, the movement placing her next to one of

Delia’s feet. Mara wasn’t certain how much to fall into line, how far Dru would want her to go. But she felt a definite atmosphere in the room, a growing sense that Things Were Going to Happen very soon. She studied the sub and Dom in front of her, trying

to feel her way into the scene with them.

Master Daniel had been jingling something in his pocket, something that didn’t

quite sound like coins or keys. Now, his attention back on Delia, he pulled his hand out and revealed two devilish-looking butterfly clamps, each bearing a little crystal weight.

“Safe word,” Master Daniel said softly, and Delia took a moment to respond. She

was already zoning out a little bit, Mara thought.

“Brussels sprouts.”

“Blech,” Mara said, thinking it was under her breath. When both the others turned

her way, she shrugged. “Good word.”

“Certainly not something Delia’s likely to blurt out in the throes of passion,” Master Daniel agreed. “And hopefully she won’t blurt it out right now, either, when I put these on her nipples.”

Mara sat transfixed as the fledgling Master started to work. He teased first,

brushing a fingertip in a circle around one of his sub’s nipples but avoiding the tightly furled peak until Delia was arching toward him, trying to angle for the touch. He just tsked and changed tactics, tweaking sharply and then grinning an evil grin when his

victim squeaked in surprise.

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was deepening already, and the nipple was standing out proudly from its field of paler pink and white. As the Master fastened the first clamp into place over the swollen bud and Delia gave a groan of pained delight, Mara tried not to gasp in sympathy, in

jealousy.

Again, though, Mara wasn’t as quiet as she’d thought. Master Daniel looked down

at her again, and this time followed the line of her gaze back to his sub’s newly

decorated breast. And then back to Mara’s face, with a question in his eyes.

“Can you only help me with equipment, Mara? Or can you help me with her?

Would you like to?” He let his eyes drift back to Delia, whose face was turned toward him as though she could see through the fine black silk. “I know I would enjoy

watching that.”

Delia only sighed, though it was a very telling sigh. She didn’t protest, though

Master Daniel was clearly giving her a chance to. They were having a whole

conversation with their bodies, communicating wordlessly even though the blindfold

was in their way. Mara felt that curious envy again, remembering this wasn’t just a sub and Dom but a married couple. Having it all, or at least trying to for the moment. She wondered what it would be like to live with a Dom. To have a relationship with a

Master outside the bedroom. She’d rarely even gotten as far as considering that with a significant other, much less finding a Dominant to marry.

“I’d like that very much, Sir. Thank you.”

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Chapter Seven

Two chicks. Two
.

Daniel’s mind had briefly stopped working, and he was trying to whack it back into

some semblance of utility but it just kept getting stuck.

Threesome threesome threesome
.

He looked from the beautiful black-haired woman kneeling at his feet, to his

beautiful blonde wife dangling from the chains that led up to the ceiling. At the

realization that Delia was going along with all of this, he got stuck on a new refrain.

Love love love GOD I love this woman.

He’d been so worried. So anxious about giving her what she needed. And he’d

come so far, but now he had finally started anticipating, adventuring beyond what

she’d asked for, and he knew a heady rush of power even greater than he had in the toy store. He could
do
this.

And now there might also be hot girl-on-girl action, a pretty much unexpected

bonus. An inspiration. He knew Delia had batted for both teams, but she’d never

suggested bringing in a third party. She’d never even taken him very seriously when

he’d suggested it.

And this might not wind up that way, he told himself sternly. Agreeing to “help”

was not exactly agreeing to a three-way. So he would proceed with caution.

“Well if you’re helping, then get up here and see to this other clamp.”

Mara hopped up in one quick movement and passed him the tawse, trading it for

the second nipple clamp.

“May I use my mouth, Sir?”

Ohdeargodyespleasedothat.

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“One taste. And I’ll make you pay me for it later.” He swung the leather strap in a

wide arc, warming up his shoulder.

Then he let his arm fall to his side as he watched Mara lean in and take Delia’s

nipple very gently between her teeth. Just for a second. Then her lips closed firmly and she sucked hard, the movement of her cheeks and jaw suggesting she was working her

tongue as well.

The sound Delia made was like a siren call to his erection.

“That’s enough.”

With obvious reluctance, Mara released the now very taut nipple and put the clamp

in place. She set the crystal in motion with a little tap of her finger before stepping back, putting her hands behind her, legs apart. Waiting like a little soldier. A little sex soldier.

The candlelight played in the dangling crystals, sending reflections glancing here

and there around the room. Now on the ceiling, now on the floor, now on Mara’s leg.

Daniel slapped the tawse against his thigh, hard, and smirked when both women

jumped.

Stepping in toward Delia, he nudged her feet into a wider stance with his toe, just

because he could. It lowered her down nearly to the end of the slack in the chain, and he checked to make sure the skin around the cuffs wasn’t squeezed too tight. Safety first.

Then he reached into his pocket for the next fun thing.

“Delia, there’s one more clamp. I’ll let you choose who puts it on you, me or Mara.”

She turned her head again, trying to find him by the sound of his voice, but he was

circling. Trying to keep her off balance and guessing.

“Mara, if it pleases you, Master.”

“Oh, I suspect it will.” He handed the slightly heavier clamp to Mara, who grinned

like a lascivious fairy.

“May I use my mouth, Sir?”

“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t, sub.”

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He thought her knees might bruise, as quickly as she dropped back down to the

floor in front of Delia. Her short brush of black hair made a startling contrast against Delia’s ivory body and the narrow strip of dark blonde hair on her mound.

Throw a pink tongue into the mix, and Daniel thought he might never recover. For

a moment he couldn’t breathe, as he watched Mara bend at the hips and reach with the very tip of her extended tongue. It made contact right on Delia’s clit, and then lost contact because Delia jerked in surprise, nearly falling over but for the support of the chains.

Another little lick, more like a tap, from Mara’s tongue and Delia’s body went tense.

She kept her feet but her back bowed, as though she were trying to spread herself ever wider.

Tap tap tap.

She looked like a kitten, with those tiny little licks. And Delia sounded almost

catlike, practically wailing. Daniel could see the glimmer of fresh wetness, and wanted to dive into it.

“Lick her pussy,” he commanded, and Mara complied very eagerly. That quick

little tongue lapped up every drop of juice it could find. Daniel wondered what it

would feel like on his cock, then pushed that thought away as probably hazardous to

his health. His erection was already making it hard to walk.

“That’s enough,” he said at last. Not because he thought it was enough, as he could

have happily watched that all day, but because he didn’t want Delia to come yet. She might be physically primed, but she wasn’t there yet emotionally. He didn’t quite know how he knew, but he did. Not ready, not time. “Put the clamp on now.”

Mara applied the clit clamp with a practiced touch and then sat back on her heels,

awaiting further instruction. But for the moment, he just gestured her back to the

seating area. The next part was up to him.

Another slap of the tawse on his leg sent a tremor through Delia’s body.

“Do you know what that is, Delia?”

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“No, Master.”

“Good.”

He had worked with a flogger and a paddle before, but the feel of the tawse was

different so he started slow. Just a light slap on Delia’s ass at first, the leather straps making a disproportionately loud noise. She seemed more startled than pained, so he

leaned into the next one a little more. The gratifying crack of the leather and Delia’s moan made him want to cheer.

He swung again, aiming for an upper thigh this time, and Delia cried out, tipping

forward on her toes, twisting a little at the wrists as they took more of her weight. Her writhing made it more difficult to aim the next blow, but he lined it up carefully and laid a matching stripe on her other thigh.

That
earned a scream. But not a safe word. He was still learning her limits, but he had a comfort level too. The next few strikes were no harder, and it seemed to work

well. Another two, and then he switched to a rain of peppery little pops against the already reddened skin of her hindquarters. Never the same place twice, angling the

tawse so the tip rather than the flat delivered the hit.

He stopped after a dozen or so of those love-taps, not wanting to bruise her. Too

much.

“Your ass looks gorgeous, sub.”

When she didn’t answer with words, just a whimper, he walked around to look at

her. She was sagging down on the restraints a little and her face was deeply flushed.

Daniel reached a hand between her legs and made an instinctive soothing noise as he

stroked his fingers along her slit. She was drenched.

At his touch, Delia’s noise was anything but soothing. She moaned like a wild

animal and came back to life, thrusting at his hand in a mindless, ancient rhythm.

He thought it was probably time to take things to the next level.

“Be still, sub. Mara, come help me take her down.”

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The darker girl was there in an instant, and looked as though she hadn’t been bored

at all in the interim. She unclipped Delia efficiently and held her firmly at the waist while she regained her balance, then let go and stood by in her parade rest again.

Delia just stood, sides heaving, trembling, as if she’d just run a marathon. Daniel

was struck by the contrast between them, the flushed blonde and the pale, black-haired girl. Their coloring was dramatically different, but their builds were similar enough that he suspected they could share clothes if they wanted to. They reminded him of

something, and it finally came to him.

“Snow White and Rose Red,” he said softly.

Delia turned toward his voice. “Master?”

He smiled as he approached her and slipped the blindfold off over her head,