(Shan's POV - Sat. 21 March 2015)

"At last!" I exclaim when Liam finally joins us in the Subs' room.

Alex is sitting across from me and we've been waiting for our friend to arrive so that we could have dinner together. We both stand up for the traditional hugs and return to our places.

"Ouch," Liam grumbles as he takes a seat beside me, wincing a bit. "Sorry I'm late..."

"Something wrong Bunny?" I ask. "Did Joshua abuse your hole before leaving home?" I add with a smirk.

"Or do you have a plug up there again?" Alex chimes in.

"I only wish..." he scoffs. "My hole is more used to his fat cock than my backside to the paddle."

"Oh... Did you get punished?" Alex whispers with bewilderment.

As if it was big news! Liam has been in the lifestyle for a year and a half now, but as much as he sounds like the perfect Sub, he does have his little temper and having grown much more confident than he used to, his smart mouth often earns him to get disciplined by his Master.

"Nothing too bad," Liam sighs. "I was just a bit too eager to see you, guys, you know... to see your piercing, Shan... Josh was taking his sweet time to get ready and he didn't really like it when I talked back, so I got to taste the paddle."

"Oh, you already know about Shan's piercing then!" Alex comments.

"We exchanged a few texts this morning after I did it," I explain. "You were at work, Pumpkin, and I needed reassurance after my stupid move..."

"Sorry I couldn't help you much, Chipmunk... How did it go with Mark?"

"It could have been worse, but he still got very angry at me," I reply as I recline in my chair and point a finger at the bulge in my pants.

Even in my jeans, the chastity device is quite obvious. As I tell my friend about Mark's reaction this morning, I can't help blushing at my stupidity. I don't know what got into me. It wasn't my first time walking past this body art studio, but after the conversation we had with our Dom about tattoos and piercings a month ago, I would have never dared to enter the shop without his permission. I don't even know what prompted me to walk in this time.

Perhaps I was just after more pervert punishments? I have been behaving quite nice over the last few months and the hardest sanctions I've endured are corner time and a bit of spanking. In any case, it was a bad idea and I bitterly regret it now. For one, the piercing doesn't look as sexy as I'd thought, and it hurts like a bitch. If I remove it, I guess the hole will end up closing, but it wouldn't look nice for a while. And then, I really hate the kind of punishment Mark chose.

"So, you just got cock caged in terms of discipline?" Liam asks once I'm done recounting the story.

"You just got cock caged?" I repeat, mocking a high-pitched voice. "Are you kidding me, Lili? I have it until I go to work tomorrow and as much as it's okay for now, imagine what it'll be when I go into the Diamond and get aroused! And from what he told me, Mark well intends to tease me!"

"Yeah, you're right... Sorry, Shan..." Liam apologizes. "I know the stupid device isn't fun at all when you're turned on..."

"You should safeword..." Alex chirps in angrily.

Ah, my sweet Pumpkin! I know how he hates it when I get punished and how hard it is for him to keep his mouth shut and to not take my defense against our Dom, but he still remembers that time he got disciplined when he did, so I've brought him around remaining quiet.

"I will if I really can't take it, but I deserve the punishment, so I'd rather hold on."

"It's true you pretty much fucked up, Shan... How could you do this without speaking to Mark first, or at least to Alex?" Liam asks with a sorrowful expression.

"Good question..."

"Can I see it, though?"

Pulling up my tee-shirt, I peel off a corner of the bandage and show him.

"Jeez!!! Does it hurt?"

"Certainly not as much as my dick later this evening..." I grumble. "It does sting when I touch it, but other than that, it's bearable.

Soon after, our group of usual friends join us and I'm in for another round of explanations while we have dinner. And then it's time to go and prep... I bet Mark won't use my ass tonight, but I still go through the whole routine just in case and help Alex and Liam to shave too. Back at the lockers, I struggle a bit to slip inside my shorts and close them, cursing Mark for choosing them over a larger pair of leather pants when I asked him if he'd let me.

The cock cage is just too obvious and I'm sure everyone will notice! This is going to be so humiliating... but then again, that's just part of the roles we're playing and I should be able to deal with it. Humiliation actually doesn't really bother me as long as we're in our BDSM roleplay. I even find it quite exciting at times. Go figure...

"Are you guys going to the Black Moon tonight?" Eric asks, wrapping his arms around his twin's waist from behind.

"Mmh... It could be fun..." Alex replies

"I'm not even sure Mark will let me go on the dancefloor of the Diamond, so I should forget about the Black Moon," I grouse as we all tuck our stuff in our bags. "He might even want to keep me at his feet for the entire evening."

"Ugh... If you're not going to dance, I won't either," my Pumpkin comments. "I'll kneel with you."

"Nah, you'll go and have fun with the guys, Alex, don't go piss him more than he already is."

"But it wouldn't be fair!"

"It would be fair, and just don't worry, I'll be fine."

"I still hope he'll let you go with us," Liam concurs.

Alex argues a little more while we stop by the private playrooms to drop our bags, but Liam and I manage to convince him not to protest if Mark doesn't allow me to go dancing tonight. The way he always tries to side with me clearly touches my heart, but I don't want him to get in trouble and he's supposed to be the quiet one! Honestly, I don't know what I'd do without him. As much as I'm the one to cheer him when gloom or darkness cast his eyes, he rarely fails to calm me down when I go hyper, and I always turn to him for advice when the little devil in me urges me to make mistakes.

Except this morning.

I really wonder why I didn't do so before I walked into the body art studio. Alex would have definitely made me see reason...

Anyway, I'm glad things have turned out so well between us. We have now reached a nice pace in our three-way relationship, and I couldn't see it any other way because I need both Mark and Alex equally in my life. In the same way that Mark needs both Alex's softness and my wilder personality, and that Alex needs both Mark's dominance and my chirpiness. We're just the perfect triangle!

As we step inside the Black Diamond, I suddenly become extremely aware of the metal protuberance at the front of my tiny shorts and the not less discreet bandage on my bare chest. It might be paranoia, but although I keep my head lowered, I feel like all the members' eyes are on my body, so I try to hide the best I can behind Alex and Liam as we make our way to our Doms' usual spot.

Briefly peeking up, I can only notice Master Camden's absence. Again.

I haven't seen him at the club in like three weeks, maybe more, which is a bit worrying since he's the one who visits the most each week. I have grown more familiar around the Sadist and it's been exactly like Mark told us at Christmas: once you've gotten to know the man a little better – but mostly outside of the club – he's not as cold and scary as he looks like. He can even be fun! Alex is still not entirely comfortable around him, but I'm sure he'll get there too.

"Master... May we all go dancing for a while?" Alex asks to the restricted audience once we have knelt and greeted all the Dominants, including Master Donovan who is a friend of Master Camden's and yet another Sadist at the Diamond.

"Only if you stay on this dancefloor, Boys," Master Joshua replies first. "No Black Moon tonight."

"Alex, you may go. Shannon, you're staying here," Mark adds firmly.

I can feel Alex tense beside me, so I softly brush his thigh to reassure him that I will be alright, and he returns the gesture in comfort before he gets up – not without a small sigh – and leaves with Liam to join our other friends on the dancefloor. Mark's long fingers running at the back of my head with affection achieve to brighten my mood, and yet, his kindness also raises more guilt within me. I'm so mad at myself for disappointing him again! The little masochist in me wishes my Dom would go tougher on me tonight.

Wishful thinking, Shan... It's Mark we're talking about...

I'm on his left side and since Master Donovan has taken Master Camden's usual seat between us and Master Aaron, I can see his Submissive. These two barely come to the club once a month, and whenever they do, Harry always preps in his Master's rented private room. Mark once told me that it's because he's older than most of the Subs here and very shy too, so he prefers to stay with Master Donovan.

I almost gasp as I start paying more attention to the curly-haired young man, actually. Harry is kneeling between the Dom's legs, stark naked with his hands tightly tied behind his back, and his privates are locked in a cock cage that is far more sophisticated than mine. This one looks shorter, tighter, and worst of all, there seems to be a little something going through his urethra. I can't even begin to imagine how uncomfortable it must be, especially as Harry looks pretty aroused by the way his Master is thrusting his thumb in and out of his mouth.

Oh boy... I swear I'll never complain again about being cock caged the way Mark does it!

"Spread your knees to the maximum, Pet," Mark suddenly whispers in my ear.

So much for never complaining again! As I comply with his order, the chastity device gets more than obvious down there, and although the sensations of constriction are less detestable, I still mentally curse Mark for making me feel so exposed. Or not. After all, I guess I deserved it.

You could be naked... like Harry...

Yeah, that's true!

"What has your boy done that required a cock cage, Mark?" the older Dom asks with his deep and gravelly voice, a hint of lustful sadism in his voice.

"He got a piercing, without asking for my permission obviously."

"Now that's a bad boy... I bet he's in for a full week in the chastity device, then?"

What? Is this guy crazy!? A full week? My Master's no Sadist!

"Are you mistaking me for Camden, Donovan?" Mark chuckles lightly. "I'm no Sadist and he's no Masochist, so Shan's in for 24 hours."

That's my boy... Hmm... I mean, Dom! Thank goodness! Twenty-four hours will be more than enough!

"But it might be a painful 24-hour punishment..." he adds as an afterthought, running his fingers through my hair, just the way I love it so much, so of course, my mini-me starts swelling a bit.

Yeah, this is going to be one hell of an evening...

Fortunately, they take this opportunity to move on to Camden and start discussing his absence. Mark has told us how worried he is for his friend who seems to be putting up a very young man they'd never seen before – a minor apparently – but what really sucks is that the lunch they all shared last Monday didn't go well, and they had a bad argument. Hopefully, things will get better soon.

I spend the first show kneeling at Mark's feet, which I am seriously grateful for. I'm already trying to keep my shaft at a semi-flaccid state – and God knows it's not easy with Mark's fingers sending shivers down my spine and Master Donovan being blown by Harry – so I definitely don't need to watch the show in addition. However, when Liam and Alex come back from the dancefloor, Mark asks me to sit beside him to enjoy the second show.

How can I enjoy with the cock cage on, damn thing constricting my erection!? Of course, the show with a Sub being roughly fucked by his Dominant turns me on to no end, and of course, Mark doesn't fail to increase my arousal with his soft caresses along my inner thigh, getting higher and higher up my groin. This is pure torture... Letting my imagination run wild with all these sweet sensations and kinky images is pure torture. I'd rather he pounds inside my tight hole with his huge rod and even hit my prostate with every thrust! At least the sting would make things more bearable and I'm certain my cock wouldn't swell so hardly!

Fuck! It hurts!!! I think my nails are close to ripping the leather of the couch...

"Yellow..." I breathe out at some point.

The words are out my mouth before I could even think them, but I guess this is getting too much. I feel bad for safewording during a punishment, and I wish Mark hadn't heard it, but he did, and I'm immediately pulled over his lap and into a tight hug. Damn! Shan!! Couldn't you hold it back? Well, I guess I couldn't, but as much as I'm upset with myself, I appreciate its direct consequence with my cock beginning to deflate.

"Are you okay, Babe?" Mark whispers in my ear as I hear Alex grumble and snort beside us.

"Yes, I'm fine," I reassure him. "Sorry for safew..."

"Never be sorry for safewording, Pet," he interrupts me. "I'm so proud you did actually, and I am sorry for taking you too far..."

"No!" I murmur, slightly leaning back and pressing a finger to his lips. "This was my punishment, and like you hinted, this is what safewords are for. It was just yellow, not red, and I'm fine," I then add, for Alex's attention too. "It was just getting a little hard with all the stimulation."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Master. I swear I'm okay," I reply with a small smile as the Sub and the Dom on stage scream their orgasm.

"Alright, Boys. The show is over anyway, let's go home."

As we head toward Mark's private room, I feel bad again for sort of ruining their evening at the club. We could have enjoyed sex on the couch while watching the show or a great scene in the playroom, but it won't happen. They'll probably use the other one at home, but in a way, I'm glad I won't have to witness this since Mark will probably send me to bed once there. And at the same time, I wish I could participate as part of my redemption. I wish Mark would fuck me hard. I wish even Alex would fuck me. My mind is definitely confused as to what I should feel.

The ride home is pretty silent, with Alex and me sitting at the back of the car – Alex wouldn't let go of my hand on the parking lot, so Mark asked us to stay together. Poor Master must be feeling lonely at the front... Well, that's part of the game I guess when you have two Subs; they're bound to side up against you somehow.

Jeeeeeeez! I'm glad our three-way relationship doesn't include two Dominants instead of two Subs! Two Doms siding against me would have been hell!

"Baby, go wait for me in the playroom, I'll be with you shortly," Mark says once we're back home.

Alex and I hug each other tightly and after a last kiss, my Pumpkin leaves for the pleasure room while Mark leads me to the master bedroom.

"Strip," he orders.

After I have gotten rid of all my clothes, folded them and put the stack on a chair, I go to stand in front of him, stark naked, at attention and with my head lowered. I can't help noticing the big bulge at the front of his pants, though, and as lust washes over me, my stupid cock starts swelling a bit again. I can only imagine his firm body beneath his clothes, his fat rod straining inside his boxer briefs, the precum wetting the fabric...

"Lie down on the bed, Babe, I'll remove your cage before you go to sl..."

"Why!?" I exclaim, interrupting him and earning a scowl.

"I'm not sure you're dealing well with this in fact, so I can shorten that part of your punishment," he explains with a sigh. "You'll still have to go to bed, though."

Way to hurt my pride! As if having safeworded hadn't upset me enough! Instead of complying with his request, I drop to my knees and start fumbling with his belt, but when I get to undo the buttons of his jeans, strong hands grip my wrists.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he grunts, and I can feel his scowl boring through my head.

"I can handle this, Master... I want to pleasure you..."

"Babe..."

"Please, Master... I need it... I swear I can do this!" I argue. "And I know you want it too..." I add with a smirk as I look up to convey my determination, fighting the strength of his hand to grope his erection the best I can.

Mark's resolve starts fading away, I can see it in his darkening eyes, and I'm proud to feel the pressure around my wrists weaken as his Dominant aura explodes on his face.

"Hands on my thighs, Pet," he orders firmly while he pulls his junk out. "Just squeeze to safeword if you need to."

His hands then reach for my head and for a few seconds, he remains silent, the tip of his cock on my lips while he stares down at me.

"This naughty Pet is seeking problems..." he purrs, sending a shiver down my spine. "Open!"

As soon as my lips have parted, Mark shoves his erection inside my mouth, allowing me to finally taste the sweet saltiness of his precum. His member is so hard – almost pulsing – I bet he won't last long. And indeed, while I apply myself to swirl my tongue around his girth, his thrusts grow harder, his groans get louder and louder, his breathing more erratic, and it's less than five minutes before he buries himself deeper and I get to swallow his load of cream.

"Such a good boy..." he praises me, pulling me up to my feet and into a tight hug.

"I still want to achieve my punishment, Master," I simply reply, already proud that I was able to give him pleasure without receiving any.

Mark seems to ponder on my request for little while, frowning at me, but if he expects to see doubt in my eyes, he is deeply mistaken. I well intend to earn my forgiveness the way I should.

"Okay, we'll see in the morning, now go to sleep, Babe," he eventually says, leading me toward our huge bed.

After a last soft kiss, Mark tucks me under the comforter, wishing me a good night before he walks out, an expression of uneasiness on his face. My Dominant is known to be a softie and I know how he hates having to punish us. Maybe not hate, because the small sadistic side of his personality still manages to take a bit of pleasure on these occasions, I bet, but discipline is definitely not his favorite part of the lifestyle.

I don't mind it that much. If I wasn't able to take it, I wouldn't be in the BDSM lifestyle either and I can't deny that it's allowed me to progress a lot. Of course, I still misbehave occasionally, and defying authority will certainly always be part of my personality, but I'm getting better and I love our life the way it is.

With that in mind, and after what's been an exhausting and intense day, I quickly sink into a deep slumber, unaware of what is happening in the playroom. I vaguely pull out of my daze when my men join me in bed thanks to my clingy Alex snuggling against my back, but I only wake up after 9 the following morning, with my Pumpkin still spooning me. Mark is already out of bed, and lust fills me as I hear the water running in the bathroom and picture his beautiful naked body under the shower.

Shifting to my other side to face Alex, my eyes catch his peaceful sleeping face and as I begin to trail my fingers on the milky skin of his thin arms, it doesn't help my arousal the slightest bit. Alex may have put on a little weight since he joined us, but as much as he tries to work out as often as he can, it seems like his muscles refuse to grow, much to his disappointment. Not mine, though. I love his thin body as much as Mark's tauter frame.

I should let my cutie sleep, but I can't help grinning when I feel his member twitch and poke my thigh, and I decide to ignore my own swelling erection in its cock cage, continuing to titillate him until the bed dips behind me, making me startle. Dang! I was so lost in my contemplation of beautiful Alex that I didn't hear Mark approach! How can he always be so quiet anyway!?

"Naughty boy... What are you doing again?" he whispers huskily.

"N-nothing... Master..." I stutter, rolling on my back to face him.

Mark moves to hover over me and as he leans down to kiss me, droplets drip on my face from his wet hair.

"Really?" he trails off against my lips. "I could have sworn you were trying to wake up Alex..."

His playful tone makes me smile and I'm sure he can feel it beneath his lips; in the same way I can feel his hard monster underneath the towel wrapped around his waist, especially as he moves to straddle my legs and press his hard-on against my groin. Here I am getting further aroused again, but I've long gone past cursing my Master about that. My redeeming soul is actually begging for some roughness now, begging for Mark to abuse my body... and it's commanding my hands to slip between our chests and reach for his manhood.

"Are you playing with fire, Pet?" Mark asks in a whisper, slightly pulling away from me.

"What if I am... Master?" I reply in a chirpy tone, making him shake his head though his eyes are blazing with lust.

"I could easily flip you around and fuck that tight hole of yours..."

"I dare you..." I breathe out, ignoring the discomfort of my constrained erection.

The next second, I find myself lying on my stomach, my head facing away from the still-sleeping Alex, and with Mark sitting on the back of my thighs, restraining my wrists within one of his hands. The other one has its thumb running along the cleft of my ass and I can already feel my ring of muscles clench with anticipation.

"You shouldn't tempt the horny fucker in me unless you really want it, Babe... Keep your hands there," he orders before he spreads my buttocks and drips a fair amount of saliva between them.

Two fingers immediately reach this sensitive area and begin to probe my pucker, making me moan with pleasure from the delicious sensations and pain from the damned chastity device. I need him so badly to fill me up!

"Is this what you really want, Pet?" Mark purrs in a low tone as his fingers thrust a little deeper.

"Please, Master..." I pant, completely oblivious to my uncomfortable cock and moaning loudly.

"Seems like you managed to wake up Alex, Babe... Good morning, Beautiful!"

My head flips to the other side and the sight of an adorable and sleepy Alex makes me even greedier for rougher sex. I can't say if they enjoyed themselves last night without me, and I don't really mind if they did because it was just part of the game and it wasn't the first time we had sex separately, but right now, all I want is for them to abuse both my holes.

"Please, Master, may I also pleasure Alex while you pound into me?" I ask, grinning widely at my blushing Pumpkin.

"You may, Pet," Mark replies, still fingering me deeply.

"You sure, Muffin?" Alex asks warily as I prop myself up on my elbows to make space for him to sit in front of me.

"More than sure!"

Alex eventually shifts to sit against the headboard of the bed and as I expected, his long and thin member is fully erected, either from my earlier caresses or from kinky dreams he had... or just from seeing us doing the naughty. Whatever it is, squeals and moans immediately erupt from his mouth as soon as I take him inside my mouth, getting to taste the musk of his arousal. At the same time, a cold substance is spread between my ass cheeks and the next second, Mark is back hovering over me, the tip of his cock pushing past my ring of muscles.

The Submissive in me is getting weird and delves into the raw sensations caused by having both my holes used while being unable to fully enjoy the pleasures they should yield. I can't explain this urge for submission, pain and pride to satisfy my men. This is the path to redemption I chose. Mark's cock is now fully sat inside my channel and as he begins to slowly thrust in and out, I apply myself to give the best head I can to Alex, but I need more.

"Harder... please, Master..." I groan before I take Alex's member back inside my mouth.

As an answer, Mark grunts and shifts to kneel between my legs before his hands grip my hips to put me on all fours, and there comes the roughness I've been begging for. The room fills up with moans and groans as Mark rams into my ass, consequently pushing me further around Alex's cock. My prostate gets teased a lot, but I've long forgotten about the frustration provoked by the cage that painfully prevents my own member to reach a full erection. All that matters in this instant is the pleasure I can provide my men with, and it soon comes with a powerful reward. That of hearing Alex squeal and beg for his release.

"Shan... Stop... I'm gonna... Please, Master!!!"

"You may come, Baby!" Mark groans through his heavy breathing as he buries himself deep inside of me and fills me up with his juices at the same time as Alex's milk hits the back of my throat.

I'm craving for my own release, but somehow, this has been blissful for me too and, feeling really weak in the knees, I collapse over Alex, nesting my face in his chest and wrapping my arms around his waist possessively. My fall had Mark pull out of me but as his seed ooze out, I feel him leaning back over me and kissing my shoulders.

"Now let me uncage you, Babe..."

"Whaaaat!? You still had the cock cage on?" Alex exclaims in a very reproachful tone that I know is directed at Mark.

"Hey, Lex... I asked for it!" I blurt out, leaning back to show him that I'm really fine.

"Shan... That's..."

"Sick?" I finish for him. "I just needed this, Pumpkin..."

"And that's enough, now," Mark intervenes firmly. "Roll over so I can remove the device."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back my orgasm if you do that now..." I reply in a small voice.

"Babe... You gave yourself to us willingly and without even thinking about your own pleasure. What you just did was amazing, and this puts an end to your punishment. It was so amazing that you even deserve a reward..."

"Can I pleasure him, Master?" Alex asks eagerly as Mark flips me over and retrieves the key of the chastity device from a drawer of his nightstand.

"Only if you share the milk, Baby..." Mark smirks.

"Agreed!"

As soon as Mark removes the last metal ring, the one that sits at the base of my shaft and behind my balls, a powerful fire rushes through my body and Alex barely has time to lean over and wrap his lips around my girth before my cock erupts with streams of semen. My body is shivering with bliss, my toes curling, my fingers gripping the bed sheets, my eyes squeezing shut, and I can't help these high-pitched screams caused by a forceful orgasm. When I open my eyes again, Mark and Alex are still kissing, but they soon join me for more kisses and a long cuddle.

"What about a warm bath, Boys?" Mark asks after a long moment of silence.

We both hum our approval, but Alex, discreet as ever, gets up and heads to the bathroom to run a bath and give us a little bit of privacy to talk between Master and Submissive.

"Are you alright, Babe?"

"Yes, Master, I'm perfectly fine. That's... if you've forgiven me..." I reply.

"Yes, you're forgiven."

"I'm really sorry..." I apologize again, peeking down at my bandaged nipple.

"Next time you want to do something like this, just make sure we discuss it. I'm not entirely against body art if it remains reasonable and if you or Alex want a tattoo or a piercing. But I'd rather we talk this over first and above all, I don't want you to walk into any random studio without knowing whether they're serious or not. Understood?"

"Yes, Master. Does that mean... I can keep the piercing?" I ask sheepishly.

Mark sighs and winces, but he still nods in agreement. I can tell he's not convinced, though, but I know who I should ask advice from, and no later than tonight, I will do so.

"I love you..." I whisper, reaching for his lips.

"I love you too, Babe. Let's go join Alex in the bath now."

* * *

"Mark?"

"Hmm?"

"Can we organize something for Alex's birthday next month?" I ask with eagerness as he is driving me to work later that day.

Nothing has changed in all these months. Well, I do have a driver's license now, but I still haven't bought a car because I haven't been able to save enough yet. Mark has offered to buy one for me, but I keep refusing, so he insists on driving me to the club every day I have shifts, and when he can't, I must take a cab. To be honest, I sort of like his overprotective side, and above all, I also like these one-on-one moments we share together.

This is another of these Sundays when Alex does an evening shift, so I guess Mark will just drop me off at the Black Diamond and then go to work at Le Marais since he was barely there this week. I believe he also wants to keep an eye on the chef who often keeps his eyes on Alex's backside, and I wouldn't blame our Dom for that. I happen to have witnessed Richard's cheesy smile and wanton eyes once – on a day both Alex and Mark were doing a noon shift at the restaurant and I was so bored at home that I decided to visit the kitchens of Le Marais – and I swear I was about to lose it. Hadn't Mark been there to keep me under control, I might have beaten the shit out of the poor chef or done a huge mistake.

This led to a brief argument between Alex and me later that night, when I tried to convince him to expose our three-way relationship at work. We have talked this over and over again, and I do understand his reticence, but damn! It would make things so much easier for everyone! And that Richard would stop ogling our Alex!

"Of course!" Mark replies. "What about a short trip away from Chicago, just the three of us?"

"A trip!? That would be awesome! Will you let me arrange everything? Or have you already planned the whole thing? Where are we going?"

"Shan, calm down!!" Mark groans, resting a hand over my knee. "I haven't planned anything yet, and since that's something for the three of us, yes, you can help and choose the destination. But only if you promise to keep it a secret, understood!"

"I can do that!" I reply sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

"Seeing how we're all busy with work, it'll only be a three-day trip, so don't look for something that's too far."

"Easy enough... We could rent a chalet in the mountains and have sex for three days in front of a fireplace," I begin to list thoughtfully. "Or fly to Florida to visit your parents... or... Alex has always dreamed to see New York, so that could be an option!"

"These are good ideas, Babe," Mark comments as he parks at the back of the club. "Just think about options and we'll decide together, alright?"

"Sounds good!"

We both pull out of the car and I follow his lead to the Master Dom's office where he greets his friend very quickly and leaves right away after a last peck on my lips – and recommendations to behave and work well, obviously. As if I needed a reminder of the first and last time I messed up at work...

While I get to my usual chores of preparing the bar and the main room with my colleagues, my thoughts keep straying back to this trip we could make end of April. Florida would be a nice option; we could go to Disneyworld; then Paul and Sophia would love seeing us again, I'm sure. I really love Mark's parents. The time we spent in New Jersey at Christmas was great, and since they visited us in Chicago, we have gotten used to calling them at least once or twice a week. Besides, the weather should be nice by then and I would definitely enjoy some warmth for a few days.

Well, it's not only about me, and Alex is not a huge fan of the sun with his milky skin.

New York sounds like a good option actually and Alex would definitely love it. The Big Apple is full of promises and cool things to see. To be fair, if it were for my birthday, I'd opt for the chalet... and enjoy my men for 72 hours... Sex all day and night... Sex in the forest... An isolated chalet would be terrific!

Oh well, we'll see about that!

Master Aaron comes for his usual tour about half an hour before our break and since everything is ready, he allows us to already go to the Subs' room to have dinner. Fifteen minutes later, I'm already done eating my sandwich and my thoughts keep going back to my two lovers.

Lovers.

Yes, that's the word. I never thought I'd become so attached to anyone before I met Mark, much less to two persons, but that was before I also met Alex. Of course, the kinkiness of our lifestyle plays an important part in our three-way relationship, but it goes far beyond this. The feelings I have for these two men are so strong that I can hardly describe my emotions. They mean the whole world to me and I'd never conceive sharing my life with one and not the other. We have come to form a whole and there's nothing that can break this.

Not even the stupid mistakes I sometimes make...

Which brings me back to the last one I did only two days ago and reminds me of what I had planned to do tonight. Hopefully the Master Dom is not too busy right now because I truly need his advice. Telling my colleagues that I'll be right back, I hurry to Aaron's office. The door has been left ajar and I can't hear any conversation from inside, so I give it a knock and pop my head in. The dark-haired man is just walking out of his attached bathroom, only wearing his leather trousers and wiping his hair with a towel.

He's freaking attractive with his taut chest, his pierced nipples, the top of a tattoo I've never seen in its full on his right hip, and his wet hair in a sexy mess. Okay, I still prefer Mark, but it doesn't make me a sinner to appreciate other men's handsomeness, right? Anyway, as soon as he sees me, a wide smile flashes over his face and his gentleness mixed with his natural authority immediately brings me the relief I'm seeking.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, Master Aaron... I can come back later..." I blurt out shyly.

"You're not disturbing me, Shannon, just come in and have a seat on the couch!" he offers firmly as he meets me at the door and shuts it before he takes a seat beside me.

I've grown very fond of the Master Dom over the past few months. Nothing inappropriate here; I've just gotten to know him better and realized what a great Dominant he is. A perfect boss. A very thoughtful friend too. It's true that you don't want to mess up with him – something I learned a few weeks ago after slacking in my job and having to make up for my mistake with an additional day of work – but he's fair. A bit uptight on policies and rules, but that only confers his role as a Master Dom and manager of a BDSM club.

"What's wrong, Buddy?" he insists in front of my silence.

"Nothing really..." I reply hesitantly, not knowing where to begin. "I mostly need your advice."

"You know you can tell me anything, even if it concerns Mark. I'll always help you the best I can, so feel free to ask," he encourages me with his reassuring voice and resting a comforting hand over my knee.

"It's about the piercing, actually," I begin, briefly peeking at his. "I was wondering... What would happen if I removed the jewel now?"

"Why would you do that?" he exclaims, obviously surprised by my question. "Do you have regrets? Do you want to get rid of it?"

"You've been friends with Mark for a long time, you know his tastes in terms of body art..." I grouse.

"Stop here, Shannon. To start with, yes, I've known Mark for nearly 25 years and I'm fully aware of his opinion on tats and piercings. He's definitely not a fan, but that's not why he punished you and you know that. Then, what Mark thinks is one thing, but what you think is another. What do you want, Shannon?" he asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

"I want what he wants. I may not be the perfect Submissive, but I want to be good to him. I want him to love me... and my body..."

"Now, that's bullshit, Shan," he replies with firm authority, seriousness covering his face. "Mark loves you and it's not a small piercing that's going to change that. Being a Submissive doesn't mean you have to agree with everything your Dom says. It doesn't mean you should entirely change your personality or disregard specific tastes of yours. Of course, the Dom's goal is to help his Sub becoming a better man in certain ways, but it's not about transforming a Shannon into an Alex or a Liam. If you like piercings or tattoos, all you have to do is talk with your Dom and convince him you have a point having one, because it fits your personality."

"I understand, but... what if he really doesn't like it?"

"If you like it, then he'll get used to it. It's not like you'd done a huge tattoo on your back or had several parts of your body pierced. It's just a nipple. In any case, you should discuss this with Mark again, you know how keen he is on communication. I swear it should have been his given name..." Aaron scoffs with a chuckle, making me laugh too because I had the same thought a few months ago. "A pierced nipple is not as fun as a pierced tongue, but Mark could always find ways to play with it..." he adds with a smirk.

"A pierced tongue...?" I comment, thinking about the numerous Subs having those.

Dang! That's what I should have done! Mark would have loved the sensations on his cock!!!

"Don't you dare, Shannon!! Mark would kill me for instilling such an idea in your head!!" Aaron exclaims playfully. "And know that it would mean at least a full month without kissing or sucking!"

"That long!? Not for me, then!" I snort. "Anyway, I've learned my lesson and would tell Mark in advance this time..."

"Good boy! Just make sure you communicate with Mark, it's important. And if you like the piercing, just keep it, understood?"

"Yes, I will do so. Thank you so much, Master Aaron!" I say gratefully as I stand up, soon joined by the tall man who engulfs me into a tight hug.

"You're most welcome, Buddy. Always feel free to come and see me if you need advice."

Yeah, I knew he'd be the right person to talk to. I want to keep this piercing, so I'll show Mark how he can use it. Well, that's once it has healed because for now, playing with it would only hurt.

As I walk out of the boss's office, I decide that I will now focus on this surprise trip around Alex's birthday and I know where we'll be going. For the next couple of weeks, I will do some research, find the best places to visit and make it something memorable for my sweet Pumpkin... and us.

Published on 7 June 2016

You can read about the scene that Mark and Alex had in the playroom in the one-shot called Things Don't Always Go By Three in the book of one-shots ;)