Spoiler Alert: I recommend that you read this one-shot only if you've read at least Books 1, 2 and 3.

Background: We're in October 2015, i.e. between the last chapter of TM and the epilogue. To be more precise, it's the Monday after the orgy that was hinted in said epilogue. Readers asked for some Shannon and Alex alone time, someone said they'd like some tension, and others wanted to see Shan act all Dom with Alex. Well, it's all of that rolled into one. Enjoy ;)

Monday 12 October 2015 – Alex' POV

It feels like it's way too early to get up on a Monday, and yet, Mark's cologne has pulled me from my slumber. Today is our day off, so even if my eyes remain shut, a smile spreads across my lips at the thought of spending another day with my two lovers. What are we going to do today? Laze in bed all day? Run a movie marathon in the media room? Go out for a long stroll in the Millenium Park? Have intense sex in the playroom?

Yeah, definitely the latter.

It's been almost a year since I was given to meet the owner of the restaurant where I work; since I found out that he and his boyfriend were in the BDSM lifestyle; since I became a member of the Black Diamond; since I joined the couple in a three-way relationship; since I discovered what intense sex means.

It's been almost a year and my sexual appetite hasn't decreased the slightest bit. If anything, it has only increased. My lovers have turned me into a sex-addict and there is nothing that can slow down my growing lust. No wonder I am already hard with a painful morning boner.

However, something feels off.

The cologne feels off.

Even when he is off, Mark isn't one to linger in bed; the man barely sleeps four to five hours each night anyway whereas he always encourages us to sleep in, especially on Mondays. On his side, he never fails to get up early enough to go for his daily run, leaving Shannon and me to cuddle in bed, and that's what makes the cologne feel off.

Mark never puts cologne before he goes for his physical exercise.

I open my eyes just in time to see him step out of the walk-in closet of our bedroom, and seeing him all dressed up in one of his beautiful business suits has me prop myself up on my elbows.

"Sorry, Baby, did I wake you up?" Mark whispers softly as he sits beside me, briefly peeking at Shannon who is sleeping behind me before he pecks my forehead.

"Where are you going?" I ask, ignoring his own question.

"I have several business appointments," he replies cautiously.

"What!? No way!" I whisper-shout, my mood worsening by the second.

"Shhh. Don't wake up Shannon."

"It's our day off," I insist, causing our companion to stir in bed. "You're not going to work today!"

"Ngh... Lex... nobody's going to work today, it's Monday, sleep..." Shannon mumbles as he snuggles against my back.

Despite the dim light filtering through the curtains, I can see Mark's eyebrows furrow as he scowls at me, but I couldn't care less. Today is the only day of the week when none of us works. Today is the only day of the week we get to spend time together.

"Yeah, you tell Mark then, Shan," I grouse, and this achieves to wake him up.

"What?" he asks as he sits up, causing Mark to sigh in exasperation.

"See, our man just said he's got several appointments today, and it seems like the same man intended to leave without even telling us."

"I was going to leave a note in the kitchen, now quit your attitude, Pet," Mark orders firmly, as if the pet name was going to tame my anger.

"No way... It's Monday, Mark!" Shannon squeals with heavy reproach.

"I have to attend these meetings with suppliers, Boys, that's the only spots they had."

"But that's the only day we get to spend all together. What about our cuddles watching movies?"

"Yeah, my thought," I concur, obviously siding with Shannon.

"Sorry, Boys, but you'll have to do this without me today," Mark replies apologetically.

"And what about sex in the playroom?"

"Yeah, my thought too!" Shannon agrees.

"With the orgy we had last Saturday at the club, your holes need rest anyway," our Dominant purrs in an unsuccessful seducing attempt.

"Our holes rested yesterday, they're perfectly fine!" I retort a bit harshly.

"Enough, Boys," Mark counters as he rises to his feet and glares down at us. "That's what it is, I don't have another choice. I've got to go now."

"So you're fleeing the conversation..."

"So much for bugging us with communication," I add bitterly.

"I'M NOT FLEEING THE CONVERSATION! My first appointment's in less than thirty minutes and I hate being late!"

"That's still fleeing the conversation!"

"Stop it, Alex. Now you're getting on my nerves."

"I'm getting on your nerves?" I squeal with irony. "Then blame the one of my men who can't even take a single day off to spend it with his lovers!"

"I've heard enough," Mark grunts, his hands opening and closing as if his palms were itching. "If you think I wouldn't prefer staying with you, you're completely mistaken. Don't forget that we're having Noah for dinner tonight, so if it's not too much to ask, I'd appreciate if you guys can get two baguettes from the bakery as I won't be back until 5. Enjoy your day."

With an undeniable mix of anger, disappointment and sadness, Mark spins on his heels and heads out. Seconds later, the sound of the entrance door being slammed shut echoes through the long corridor, and it takes a good two minutes before Shannon and I pull out from our bewilderment.

"Did he just leave without even kissing us goodbye?" Shannon whispers.

"I think he did. I think he's angry..."

"No doubt about that."

"At the same time," I say a bit hesitantly, "he called for it. I mean... I know he's crazy busy, but he had promised he'd slow down and avoid working on Mondays."

"Absolutely. I'm so mad at him," Shannon grumbles bitterly. "Well, he can sulk all he wants, I can sulk too. What a great way to start the week."

Shifting in bed, I make us lie back down, and as I slip my left leg between his, allowing my hip to meet his naked groin, I slowly close the distance between our faces and gently brush my lips against his. Our kiss is soft; it doesn't even involve our tongues, but it's full of tenderness.

"Is that a better start to the week?" I murmur, nuzzling his cute little nose.

"Mmm... I can think of an even better way..." he replies before he captures my lips again, wrapping his arms around my waist.

Our kiss quickly gets wilder, and as our tongues mingle noisily, I shift to completely hover over his body, enjoying his warmth and softness. I do love Mark's giant and firm body, but I also love Shannon's smaller and slenderer frame, and whenever we make out, it never fails to arouse me deeply. The more his fingers trail along my back, slowly progressing toward my backside, the more my cock hardens. It doesn't help that his own manhood grows beneath mine, so when his hands begin to knead my buttocks, my hips naturally start rocking and humping against his crotch.

"I love you so much, Pumpkin..." he whispers against my lips.

"I love you too, Muffin... I love how wet you are..." I tease him, rubbing my hardness into his stickiness, and he playfully hums as one of his hands slips between our stomachs to squeeze my erection.

"You're quite wet too," he chuckles as he spreads my precum with his thumb.

"Ngh... Shan..." I moan, feeling the fire building up in my groin as he keeps teasing my sensitive mushroom head.

"You feel so good, Lex..." he pants through our kissing which only encourages me to hump faster against his crotch.

Oh, Gosh... I didn't see it coming so fast, but as my muscles tense above his body, a shock of electricity erupts from my lower belly, spreading through my entire body as several streams of cum spill between our chests.

"Oh, shit..."

Shannon's curse comes with more spurts of semen that mingles with mine, and rather than stopping, I only increase the rocking pace of my hips to extend our mutual orgasm. The bliss is also mutual, but so is the guilt as both our bodies freeze.

"Oopsie..." Shannon blurts.

"We might be in trouble..." I add with a grimace.

Despite the deep love that unites our throuple, our relationship is one based on the BDSM lifestyle. Our respective love has grown throughout the past year and reached a level that forbids any questioning about the legitimacy of our trio. Nonetheless, Mark remains our Dominant and we are his Submissives. As part of the logic of our lifestyle, our orgasms belong to Mark, and only Mark or any Dominant that he would entrust our pleasure with, and in this respect, we are absolutely allowed to play naughtily together for as long as we don't reach an orgasm.

One of BDSM's fundamental values is consent, so that's a topic we obviously discussed and something Shannon and I agreed to. So far, we have done pretty good, and the very few times we found ourselves with a terrible urge for sex in his absence, we only had to ask for his permission. Mark is a rather cool Dom, so he always approved our requests. Today is the first time we are messing up, and I wonder if he will punish us for this mistake.

"We don't have to tell him," Shannon suggests as he rolls over to lie on our sides, face to face.

"I think we should tell him, though," I argue, using the tip of my forefinger to spread some milky substance over his stomach.

"Why?"

"Because for one, I'm a bad liar as you know, and I'm not sure I'll feel comfortable around him. And then, that's just part of our lifestyle, Muffin... We fucked up, we get punished," I reason.

"Do you realize he might punish us with a full week into a cock cage?"

"Then it's good that Noah is coming tonight," I chuckle. "He'll tell us how he could deal with it all the time, even if he no longer wears it," I add on a sadder tone as I think back to what our Baby Boy endured last summer.

"I bet it won't be long until he asks his Daddy for the cock cage again," Shannon comments thoughtfully. "Have you noticed how... deep he's falling back into his submission?"

"It's deeper than that, I believe," I reply seriously. "I can't really explain it, but it feels like... he's ready to take it much further than what it was before he was abducted."

"What do you mean, Pumpkin?"

"I'm not sure, it's just a feeling. It's weird but it's like what happened to him somehow made him even stronger despite all the shit he went through before he met Master Camden, and I wouldn't be surprised to see their relationship dive into something far more intense."

"Brrr... you mean deep sado-masochism?"

"Yeah."

"If that's what he needs, I guess it's fine."

"It might be what they both need, but we'll see. I'm hungry, how about we go shower and have breakfast?"

"How about I make love to you?"

"We're in enough trouble as it is, Shan," I chuckle as I drag him out of bed.

By the time we have showered and dressed – only in boxer briefs – it's almost noon, so rather than breakfast, I cook us a complete brunch made of bacon, fried eggs, sliced apples, sausages, beans, toasts with marmalade and pancakes. Knowing that we will confess our little mishap to Mark later, it eases most of our guilt away; we will just take our punishment as we should.

After we have tidied up and cleaned the kitchen from our meal, we just settle in the media room and quietly watch TV, comfortably settled on a couch with Shannon playing the little spoon in front of me and occasionally checking our phones to see if our Master decides to contact us. He doesn't, though, and I must admit that I'm a bit upset. I still believe that our anger was legitimate because a couple of months ago, he promised that he would strive to keep his Mondays off.

Mark is workaholic and without mentioning how bad it is for his health to work so much, I wish he would spend more time with us sometimes. Despite his resolution, he rarely fails to lock himself in his study for an hour on Mondays to either process with paperwork or make phone calls, and we usually don't mind since we get to have him the rest of the time, but today is way past the limits we fixed.

Remembering what happened with Shan this morning soothes some of my resentment, and I end up smiling at the memory of his adorable face when he suggested we could make love again.

Making love with Shan...

Mmm...

What we did this morning was rather sweet already, it was only touching and caressing and kissing. I am a deep bottom and I do love a cock up my ass; much more than I like my cock up someone's ass to be honest. Last summer, I was given to try anal penetration, under Mark's control of course. I can't deny that I enjoyed the tightness of Shannon's anus, but I must confess that I much preferred feeling both their rods inside my warm channel afterwards.

Dammit! I wish we could have had a session in the playroom this afternoon...

"Lex..." Shannon smirks, humping his butt against my groin. "Since when do you get an erection from watching the Simpsons?"

Duh, I didn't even know we were watching that tv show.

"You'll have to tell me about what you've been thinking, you little naughty boy," he groans playfully as he rolls to face me, a mock scowl on his face.

"Can you be my Dom today?" I blurt out, which leaves him quite perplexed. "I was thinking that I would have loved a session in the playroom this afternoon, but Mark's not here..." I explain, pushing my hips toward him. "So... you could play my Dom..."

"Your Dom..." he repeats, quite surprised, but I can see the glint of excitation blooming in his eyes.

"We're already in trouble for coming once without Mark's permission, so I doubt the punishment will be much worse if it happens twice. What do you think?"

"What do I think...?" he breathes out thoughtfully. "Well, I think you've got ten minutes to do your enema. And I want to find you naked and kneeling at attention in the playroom, Pet," he orders with the strongest authority he can muster.

It's not as impressive as Mark's orders, but playing along, I jump off the couch and rush to the bathroom. Within the ten allotted minutes, I have used the toilet, done three enemas and taken a quick shower, and by the time Shannon joins me in the playroom, I am kneeling at attention at the center of the room, head lowered.

I almost burst out laughing when I see a pair of legs stop in front of me, with large leather trousers hemmed at their ankles. I can't believe he dared to steal Mark's leathers. Peering up is probably the worst idea of all because when I get to see how he used a belt to awkwardly tighten the pants around his waist, his erection floating inside the large trousers, I just can't contain my laughter anymore.

"Are you making fun of your Master, Pet?" he growls very seriously.

"Sorry, Master Shannon," I apologize as sincerely as I can.

"Present!"

Mark never asks us to present, but that's a position I learned during my training, so I bend forward to rest my forehead on the floor, spread my legs and reach for the back of my thighs, already expecting him to ask me to offer. However, I hear him walk further into the room, and soon enough, I recognize the lashes of a suede flogger trailing on my ass.

"Such a bad Pet making fun of his Master," he scolds me.

"I'm sorry, Master Shannon."

"Remind me of your safewords, Pet?"

"Yellow to slow down and red to stop, Master Shannon."

With that, the first strike of the lashes hits my backside, soon followed by a second, a third, a fourth and a fifth. None of the smacks are hard enough to make me scream, but enjoying the roleplay, I yelp a bit and witness how all this is making my cock harden.

"Such a bad and naughty Pet... Look at how hard you are," Shannon purrs. "Offer for your Master, Pet."

As my hands reach my buttocks and part them, I look between my legs and see him kneel behind me, and the next second, a little moan escapes my mouth when a finger trails along the crack of my ass, back and forth, until it stops and pokes my back entrance. The light pressure makes me want more, but as I slightly push my hips back, I get another strike of the flogger.

"Needy pet... stay still."

This order nearly has me chuckle but biting my lower lip helps, and when his tongue begins to tease my ring of muscles, I just relish in the delightful tingles that send shocks of electricity to my groin. I am quite used to Shan's wet muscle opening me up since Mark loves to watch us make out and prep for him, and I must admit that his skills in rimming go beyond any other form of preparation. As a matter of fact, my anus quickly loosens up, so it's not long before Shannon can insert both his hands' index and middle fingers that achieve to stretch my pucker.

"Look at that beautiful gaping hole..." he says as he retrieves his digits.

"Ngh... Please... Please fill it up, Master Shannon..."

"Hmm... I might leave you all edged actually."

"Please, no, Master Shannon," I beg as I hear him rise to his feet.

"You've been a naughty meanie pet, I'm not sure you deserve any release."

"Please... I'll do whatever you want..."

"Hmm... Will you suck my cock?"

"I'll take it to the back of my throat, Master Shannon," I promise eagerly.

"Go to the punishment bench then, Pet," he instructs, and without further hesitation, I stand up and hurry there, pulling the piece of furniture to the center of the room.

Once settled on the bench, I expect him to restrain my limbs into the straps, but it doesn't happen. Instead, he suddenly pops in front of me, completely undressed now and his leaking erection proudly pointing at me.

"Open," he orders firmly as he grabs a handful of my hair, the wet tip of his cock already rubbing against my lips. "Good boy... Now treat my rod with the pleasure it deserves... Mmm... Your tongue feels so good, Pet... And those lips... Ngh..."

As we stare at each other, I get to see how my sweet peer is enjoying himself, and I actually give my whole to pleasure him the best I can, using my lips and tongue to worship his manhood in the same way I do with Mark. His moans are getting louder, which only increases my arousal and lust for more.

"I don't think I ever told you..." Shannon says as he slows down the pace of his thrusts in my mouth, "When I discovered that Liam was in the lifestyle and I was given to attend an evening at the Black Diamond as a guest, I knew right away that I wanted to join in, but I was wondering if it'd be as a Dom or a Sub..."

Now once again, that makes me laugh out, choking on his cock.

"Are you making fun of me again, Pet?" he growls playfully as he pulls out of my mouth.

"Sorry... I'm just glad to help your fantasy come true, even if only for an hour... But you're doing good, Master Shannon," I reply respectfully.

"Hmm... I'm much better off as a Sub anyway," he whispers, crouching down in front of me with a wide grin spreading across his lips. "But it's actually fun to play the Dom for once, thank you for that, Pumpkin. Now," he then continues, recovering his serious expression, "since I'm the Dom, I'm going to try that little hole of yours, I guess."

"I'm all yours, Master Shannon."

"Good boy. Let me get some lube," he says, already headed toward the chest of drawers, and when he returns, I get to feel the cold substance that he cautiously spreads at the crack of my ass before his slick fingers reach for my erection. "So hard... How does it feel, Pet?"

"Good... So good, Master Shannon... I need more..."

"More like... this?" he teases, shoving at least three fingers inside my warm cavern and making me moan. "How about this, Pet?"

The sudden absence of his digits is soon filled by his cock that he easily slips in, taking his sweet time for each inch to penetrate my asshole. Shan's dick isn't as long or thick as Mark's, but it's above average and I still revel in the delightful sting as his member stretches my anus further until it's fully buried inside my ass. This sensation of fullness feels so good.

"Please, move..." I urge him, now eager to experience the sliding friction I love so much, and my go-ahead is all Shannon was waiting for to start thrusting back and forth.

"Crap... I won't last long, Lex..." he breathes out, already panting heavily.

"Me neither..."

"Ngh... You feel so good..."

"You too, Shan, you too..."

"Can you stroke yourself?"

"Won't need that... you're right on my soft spot..."

"Ugh... don't say things like that or I'm gonna..."

Too late. As he utters a loud groan of pleasure, I feel him bury himself deep inside of me with a hard pounding, and it takes me over the edge. I can no longer contain the fire that has been building up in my groin and uncontrollable streams of semen spurt out of my cock and onto the floor. The clenching of my anus around Shannon's erection somehow extends his orgasm if I judge by his unending moans and groans until he finally slouches over my back.

"Oh my God... we're probably in deep trouble, but it was so good, Pumpkin..." he mumbles barely intelligibly.

"Agreed... Perhaps we should hurry up cleaning the mess up before it's time to go get Noah."

"Mmm... let's do that..."

"Shan?"

"Hmm?"

"You have to pull out of me and move so I can get off the bench..."

"Yeah..."

While we put everything back in place, I feel Shannon's sperm oozing from my ass and trickling down my legs, but my naughty self couldn't care less, even more so when Shan notices and decides to rub the sticky substance into my skin. What makes us startle and whine is the unexpected noise of the entrance door being opened and shut, though.

"Boys!!! I'm back early!!"

Mark's cheerful voice has us freeze on our spot, right in the middle of the playroom, and it feels like my heart is about to jump out of my chest. Both Shannon and I agreed that we wouldn't hide our naughty activities of the day from him, we were willing to accept whatever consequences, but it wasn't supposed to be this way. Mark wasn't supposed to discover it like this and I hate that he will probably think we wouldn't tell him.

"BOYS!!" our Master calls out, his voice way too close. "Where are..."

As he pops by the entrance of the playroom, two bouquets of red roses in his hands, our man's joyful expression quickly shifts to something that has my stomach churn painfully. Surprise. Disappointment. Pain. Anger. Sadness. Whereas some of these might sound illegitimate to some people, I can only hurt for what he must be feeling deep in his softie's heart. We could have simply been preparing ourselves and the playroom for him, but our own expressions are just purely incriminating evidence.

Even if he manages to gather his emotions, obviously processing his thoughts at the speed of light, I hate how his beautiful greens darken and water.

"I'll go put those in vases," he whispers with sad resolve, already heading out.

"Mark! Wait!!" both Shannon and I scream as we lunge for the corridor and catch up with him in the kitchen.

"I swear we were going to tell you tonight!" I blurt out anxiously while Mark busies himself at the main counter with the flowers, freeing them from their wrapping to put them into vases.

"It's true. We accidentally came while making out this morning, and when it happened, we resolved to tell you because you taught us to be honest," Shannon explains, but he remains focused on his task, clearly struggling with his emotions.

"Then I'm the one who dragged Shannon into a... into some sort of game in the playroom where he'd play my Dom. I thought that if we were going to be disciplined for coming without your permission once, it wouldn't make too much of a difference if we came twice," I add, tentatively reaching for his arm while Shannon does the same on his other side.

"We knew we were doing a mistake, but we're ready to deal with the consequences."

"Whatever you decide upon."

"Please, just punish us..."

"And forgive us... We love you..."

"Yes, we love you..."

"We know you're mad at us, but..." I add, but Mark interrupts me as he pulls us into a tight hug.

"I'm not mad at you, Boys, I'm mad at myself," he whispers, holding us close against his chest. "I know I promised I'd spend Mondays with you, but there were those three suppliers I needed to see urgently, and today was the only day they could receive me. I managed to postpone the last one to tomorrow this morning, but the first two had no availability until next week. I'm mad because I missed a fun day with you, and it was silly to think that flowers would be enough to apologize for my absence."

"They're enough, Mark," Shannon assures him as we both pull back.

"And they're truly beautiful, thank you."

"I'm sorry, Boys, I promise I'll try to make more efforts on Mondays," Mark says, pulling us back against his chest.

"We need those moments together," I comment, reaching for Shan's hand at the small of Mark's back.

"I know, Baby."

"Masteeeeeeeeer?" Shan asks in a tone that clearly smells mischievousness. "Does that mean you won't punish us?"

"Hmm... I'll have to think about it, but we'll discuss it later. It's half past three, and you said you wanted to pick up Noah from school."

"Oh crap! We almost forgot our little Peanut!" Shannon squeaks. "Let's go, Lex!"

"You may want to get dressed first, Shan..." I chuckle as I grab his hand and start heading out of the kitchen.

"And you may want to clean up that dried sperm on your legs, Baby!" Mark calls out playfully, making us giggle as we rush into the corridor.

I wish we had had more time to discuss what happened with Mark, because as much as his tone remains playful, I wonder what he really thinks about it and if he will punish us or not. Let's face it, it's Mark we're talking about, not any of his friends, so I'm not expecting anything really harsh even if he would totally have a right to discipline us for coming without his permission.

It's four o'clock sharp when Shannon and I arrive in front of Noah's college, and to say the least, seeing us clearly lifts his mood. After what happened to him last summer and since his evil captor is still in the wild, Master Camden has put a strong lock on his Baby Boy's safety, and Noah often complains about all this surveillance – except on Mondays since he spends part of the evening with us while his daddy works late.

"Hey, guys, how are you doing?" he asks as we start heading home.

"All good, and you?" I reply softly, grabbing his hand. "Have your recovered from last Saturday?"

"I've rested, but I'm not taking Daddy's dick up my ass until another few days," he grumbles.

"You bet... it was so intense! Did you feel super-full?"

"Duh, no kidding, Shan... But it was so hot. I thought I was going to lose my mind as I didn't know where to look anymore."

"Me too, I'm afraid I missed a lot on what was happening between all of us, then Zach and his Daddy, and that friend of Master Aaron's..." Shannon sighs.

"Oh yeah, the blonde from Los Angeles. I don't know why, but Daddy wasn't too happy about his presence at first."

"Liam told me the same thing about Master Joshua yesterday," Shan replies thoughtfully. "It's weird that Mark hasn't said anything..."

"You know that our Master's much tolerant than Master Camden and Master Joshua, or even Master Aaron, so that's probably why," I reason. "Whatever their reasons are, count on Mark to differ a bit when it comes to relationships."

"True..."

"How about you, guys? Have you recovered well?" Noah then asks cheerfully.

That, we have," Shannon chuckles meaningfully.

"Jeez... Has Master Mark abused your holes all day?"

"Not exactly, Noah... not exactly..." I trail off teasingly.

That's when we reach the bakery, so we remain silent while we get the baguettes, but on our way back home, we provide Noah with the details of what happened today, which leaves the poor guy with a boner by the time we reach our place.

Despite our fears, the late afternoon and evening occur in a rather peaceful and funny atmosphere, Mark acting as if nothing happened while he makes Noah do his homework, then when he teaches him a few cooking tips later and finally, throughout our dinner.

"Ready, Noah?" Mark asks when it's time to drive him back.

"Yeah, I'll go get my stuff in your study, Master Mark."

"Sure, go ahead, Noah," Mark says warmly as he heads to the foyer to get his own coat, with us in his tracks.

"Shall we wait for you naked in the playroom, Master?" I whisper hesitantly.

"Nope. Naked in bed, Boys."

"After a little enema, though...?" Shannon tries mischievously.

"It won't be necessary, and you've had enough sex for today."

"But you didn't..." I argue.

"These smart mouths will do."

"I'm ready!" Noah says as he joins us by the entrance door.

"Off to your evening routine and to bed, Boys," Mark reminds us. "I'll just walk little Jess with Noah for a bit, but I should be home in about half an hour or so. Be good boys."

With heavy sighs, Shannon and I hug Noah goodbye and remind him that we're all supposed to have lunch together with Liam on Wednesday, and once they have left, we proceed with our evening routine, and we are soon in bed, waiting for our man. I'm so tired that it soon becomes a struggle to remain awake, and if it weren't for Shan's chitchatting, I would have definitely drifted to sleep.

Next weekend is going to be another rollercoaster of emotions, I believe, and the threat of a terrible punishment for organizing a birthday party for the Big Four's thirtieth birthday clearly strikes off the slight fear of a little punishment for today's mistake. Now that we know what they went through during their adolescence, we can understand their reluctance to celebrate their birthday, but as much as it's their usual role to guide us and to show us the way, for once it will be our turn to prove them that they deserve to have the people they love the most around them for that occasion. They have already missed enough what should be a natural need once a year.

I am really close to falling asleep when I hear the entrance door open and shut again, and so is Shannon, so we pay close attention to noises that our Doms makes as he hangs his coat in the foyer closet, locks the entrance door, drinks a glass of water in the kitchen. When we hear his footsteps in the corridor, we shut our eyes and pretend to sleep, snuggled against one another in that huge bed, and we can't help but giggle when Mark walks into the attached bathroom.

There, we hear him use the toilets, take a brief shower, brush his teeth, but when he steps back into the bedroom, in his gorgeous nakedness, our eyes are wide opened and we have made space for him to settle between us.

"I knew you weren't sleeping, Boys," he chuckles as we sidle up against his sides, reveling in the comfort of his chest and his fingers brushing our backs.

"Liar..." Shannon chants.

"Pants on fire..." I add, pecking my Muffin's lips.

"I would have spent more time under the shower head if I thought you were sleeping, I would have made much less noise and I would have shut the bathroom door to avoid waking you up," Mark deadpans.

"Crap... he has a point..." I concede.

"Three points, so you owe me three kisses."

"That, we can do," Shannon chuckles, and we both prop up to taste his minty lips three times each.

"How did it go with Noah and the little doggy?" Shan asks.

"All good, it was pretty fast."

"Did he lock the door?" I ask anxiously.

"Don't worry, Alex, their building is absolutely safe, and Cam should be home soon. Get some sleep now."

"Duh... And what about sex? I thought you wanted to use our mouths?" Shan argues.

"And I thought you were tired?"

"But we need our milk first," I add as my hand reaches Shannon's over Mark's swelling crotch. "Straight from the bottle..."

"Naughty Pet..."

"That's what I told him earlier," Shannon laughs out, causing me to groan, and that's when he realizes he should have shut up.

"What a brilliant way to bring up that topic we needed to discuss, well done, Babe," Mark comments with heavy sarcasm.

"So, you're going to punish us now?" Shannon asks warily.

There is a long minute of silence as Mark stares at the ceiling, perhaps pondering on his decision or just torturing us with anticipation.

"No, I won't," he eventually sighs. "I'll let it pass this time."

"Just this time?"

"Well, unless you guys want to amend our contract, which I am open to discuss if that's what you really want, I'd rather we stick to the rules, and that includes the one that says that I own your pleasure. I like that side of our relationship; I like that I can give you permission to come or deny you an orgasm because that's an important part of our lifestyle. Of course, we're in a three-way relationship and our respective love for one another is very equitable, so you totally have a right to kiss and make out and so on, and if you're ever in need for more while I'm not around, or because you just want to have sex together, like I already told you in the past, you know that you can always call or text me to ask for my approval. Now, if you want to change that, you'll just have to tell me and we will adjust."

"As far as I'm concerned," Shannon whispers tentatively, "I'd rather stick to the old rule."

"Same for me. It was really accidental this morning, and then, this afternoon, I don't know..."

"It was just your revenge for our little fight this morning?" Mark chuckles playfully.

"No, not even that... it just came up, that's it."

"Shan's right, I think we were just needy, and we apologize because we should have called to ask for your permission."

"It's okay, Boys, you're forgiven then. However, I need to make something clear," Mark adds, suddenly more serious. "I can get the accidental orgasm, and I can accept your logic about doing the same mistake twice won't get you a much harder sanction, but I'd rather you avoid such games in my absence."

"Why is that?" Shannon asks curiously.

"Because you didn't train as Doms, Boys, so you obviously lack some basic knowledge in terms of dominance and safety. BDSM is a lot about roleplaying, but it's no game and it can be dangerous."

"Shannon just used a flogger five times on my butt and he didn't even restrain me on the bench," I argue. "He even asked for my safewords."

"That's good, Baby, but if you ever want to play that little game again, I'd rather be around and watch over you. Understood?"

"Yes, Master," we both reply in unison.

"Good boys. I love you so much," he then says, tightening his hold around us.

"We love you too."

"Good. End of the lecture."

"Does that mean we can slip underneath the comforter?" I ask chirpily.

"Since that's the only way you'll shut up, my cock's all yours, Boys..."

Published on 15 April 2020

It had been a long time, but here you go with a new one-shot. I just took into account that readers wanted some Shannon and Alex, a bit of tension / fight, and some Shannon dominating Alex. Of course, it had to remain light since Shannon is no Dom, so I added a bit of fun to it, which perfectly fits these two little creeps I believe.

Now, if you're wondering why there's not more details while Noah is around, it's because that specific part is a chapter of Twisted Moon 2, and that's when you'll get the details of that evening ;)

I hope you enjoyed that little bit :)