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That night, when everyone is asleep, Devin takes his revenge on me for his punishment. He has us shower the pool water off and do our evening routine; brush teeth and hair, etc. As soon as he locks our door, I'm tossed on the bed and pinned on my stomach. My hands are trapped to my spine by his rough grip, his free hand moving to grab my butt in a handful and jiggle it. I giggle, already enjoying myself and seeing him so riled up. Devin had demanded I strip my clothes as he grabbed something from one of our bags, I merely listened to see what he did. Once naked, Devin tied me up in a purple rope he must've packed without me seeing, creating a beautiful harness that went down to my thighs and butt. He spent hours teasing me, entertaining himself with either spanking me or playing with my butt. He jiggles it, watching the individual hills of fat wiggle and move in the spaces between rope. I'm given harsh bites and hickeys, a tongue fuck of the cemetery and forced beyond my come limit when he uses a vibrating dildo he sneaked in the bags. Anything and everything was given or done to my butt, every bit of it pleasing and torture simultaneously.

Devin doesn't hold back, the frustration of not being allowed to touch coming into play. My butt is red and bruised from spankings or teeth marks, by the time he actually fucks me within an inch of my life. I'm so worn out and sensitive from the teasing and coming I've endured, that I can't get hard when he pounds me into the mattress. He goes so hard that I slide along the sheets and feel the mattress shift into the headboard or away from it when Devin moves. He uses the ropes around me to control my movement, spilling filthy words into my ear as he uses me. I try to keep my noise down, fully aware of our friends in the house, but he makes it his personal mission to make me scream in pure pleasure and pain from the sensitivity. I know for a fact that he went easy on me, if we were home and had all our toys and supplies, I'd need a whole day in bed to recover- in a good way.

As we're with our friends, we don't have the arsenal of fun in our closet as we do at home. Meaning, any whips or harsher toys aren't used. Shame, really; the machines are a favorite of ours. Devin pulls a record of five orgasms from me, two of which are dry. To say I was sensitive and near passing out was an understatement, however, it's the greatest way to end a day. If I truly needed a break or to stop, I would've safe worded and Devin would've taken care of me. Once Devin had released his own two large loads into me, he had untied me and found some soothing lotion to rub onto my bruised bottom. Cleaning me up with a damp washrag and sliding my thong on me. I passed out after giving him a lazy kiss, the last thing I process is him softly kneading my butt and placing little kisses on it.

When I wake up hours later, the sun is barely up and there's a note on the pillow next to my head, along with my phone that blinks with a notification. Tiredly, I read the note, too pleasantly sore and tender to feel like moving too much. 'Gone out to work. Get some sleep, baby. Check your phone.' I smile lazily, happy he told me what he's doing, given what we did last night, I'm not upset he didn't wake me up. Checking my phone, I see ten different messages that contain random updates on what's happening. 'Saw a squirrel pissing', 'Shoulda brought a thicker jacket, damn', 'pretty sure those rabbits are fucking, idk.'; it's all stupid and funny, and it makes me happy he's actually keeping his promise and keeping me in the loop of of what he's doing. Even if it is small humorous stuff.

I fall back asleep by accident, unsure of the time, but positive my poor butt still needs a timeout to recover. It's tender and I need to lay on my stomach to keep from irritating the sensitive skin, but it's worth it though. I knew what I was doing when I gave him that punishment, fully aware I'd end up like this and I'm not disappointed. Devin knows exactly how to play with my body to get us both to enjoy what's happening, and he never fails to please me beyond words. Perhaps, I did do a bit extra by allowing Axel and Zyon to touch my butt. Devin does own it, I happily agree to that, and he doesn't like when other men stare at my butt, let alone touch it. He's not possessive, at least not on Lewis's or Seáns level, he gets twitchy if another man flirts with me, yet doesn't do much other than hold me tightly or squeeze my butt. However, he has a jealousy streak and I'm positive that it showed up last night. I try to avoid him getting jealous, not because I'm scared or bothered by it, I just don't want it to evolve into paranoia. Too much and he may start convincing himself I'm cheating or something, and I don't want that.

I should probably apologize for letting them touch and playfully spank me, just in case it did trigger a small amount of jealousy. Devin knows I was only messing with him, yet it may be necessary to remind him I still consider my butt his to own. The teasing and fucking last night did well in reminding me, but Devin could need me saying it as well. The last thing I want is him to think or feel that I'm looking at other guys or want someone else, that isn't true and I want to keep our relationship as open to each other as possible.

I'm half asleep when I hear the door unlock and open, the familiar thump of the heavy boots Devin wears when going outside sounding as he slowly enters the room. He's attempting to be quiet, just like the other night, but I'm already decently awake. I turn my head to look over my shoulder, watching him pull the boots off and place them at the end of the bed. I get a nice little show as he strips off his uniform pants and the hoodie he worn out, revealing his dark boxers and a tight black tank top. Then he turns towards the bed, sighing when he notices my eyes are open. I giggle, knowing he thinks I stayed up for him. Instead of correcting him just yet, I raise one arm from the blankets and make grabby hands at him. Devin chuckles, flipping the blankets up and climbing under with me. I'm wrapped up in a tight hold as his hand, once again, naturally falls down to my butt to soothingly rub the bruises.

He kisses my forehead when I hum and snuggle closer. "When you'd wake up, Panda?"

My answer comes out tiredly mumbled into his shoulder, hand fisting into the side of his tank top. "Few minutes ago.."

My dominant softly tugs me closer to his body, my hip snugly fitted against his crotch and my torso hugged to his chest. He's on his side while I stay on my stomach, and he rests his head above mine on the pillow. "Good, you needed some rest. How do you feel? Want more lotion?"

A smile breaks on my face, loving how he asks. He always does it after anything we do, especially if it's as intense and leaves bruises. I love marks, teeth or hand prints, and bruises don't bother me, but Devin makes sure to take care of me when I get them. I still haven't grown used to it, even if it's something he did at the beginning of our relationship. Most of my relationships have been online and I couldn't receive sexual punishments in person, so I never had someone worry over bruises or marks. Those relationships mostly never lasted for us to meet without a screen in the way, it always ended with me being broken up with, the long distance too much. The rare one night stands I had in between relationships weren't always great, the men didn't understand the concept of aftercare and left me with any marks or bruises.

Having Devin do something so simple and showing he cares always makes me happy, and feel special. Not only did he give me the bruises while making me feel the heights of pleasurable momentary pain, he'll help me heal them and recover. He had given me aftercare before he left, I know he wouldn't have left me as soon as I was out. He likes and needs aftercare just as much as me, I know he held and kissed me while watching one of our favorite youtubers as aftercare. Awake or not, I know. When we do intense orgasm play, that's how we relax and rest. I wake up enough times to the same tight hold on me as he watches the same survival series we enjoy and watched more than twenty times, to know what he did. It's amazing, and I'm glad he'll never stop.

"Sore. Tired. More please, Daddy." He chuckles at the one word answers from me being too sleepy.

He turns his torso to reach towards the nightstand on his side, grabbing what I can only assume is the lotion. The blanket is carefully moved off me to give him access to my bare butt cheeks, the thong not in the way. I whine at the cool air that invades with the absence of the thick blanket and try to cocoon into Devins throat, feeling him laugh. I can hear him flick the cap open and squirt some of the lotion onto his hand, after he shifts to use the hand that was under me. The cool sensation of the lotion on my tender butt pulls a noise between a hum and a moan from my throat, leaning back into his hand as he gently rubs it in. He doesn't do it with too much pressure, just enough to massage the soreness and get my eyes to fall back into my skull at the pleasant feel of it. It's silent as Devin cares for me, each of us enjoying the moment.

He adds some more lotion, and speaks in a soft whisper. His lips are closer to my ear, head leaning down to press a small kiss to the edge of my ear. "Axel was up starting breakfast, feel up to going down? Or wanna eat up here?"

I shake my head at staying up here, I want to spend time with our friends, sore or not. We invaded their home to stay for however long it takes Devin to complete his task, it's only fair we socialize with them. I know they'll understand if I'm too sore or worn out, they've most likely experienced something similar, but I don't want to be rude. No matter if they are long time friends. "Wanna go down."

Devin pats softly at my butt, closing the lotion cap. "Okay, Baby. We'll go down after you've rested some more. Feel better?"

He's referring to my butt, asking if the lotion made it feel better and I nod as I pull him back down to me. "Did you find anything, Daddy?"

He tosses the lotion over his shoulder, situating himself under my torso on his back with me on his chest. He pets along my spine, nuzzling at my cheek. "No, Panda. Some tracks, but nothing else. Actually, I'm starting to think I'm on a goose chase. Seán and Lewis haven't seen anything, and there's no sign of any creatures besides small animals."

"Maybe they left?" I'm trying to be optimistic, not wanting the creatures to be hurt or killed, but wanting them away from our friends.

Devin hums, the sound not coming off as believing. "It's possible. However, I'm being told to search until I find something."

"So, if they leave, do you need to follow any trail?" He nods against my cheek, kissing my pout.

"If I need to, Baby. You can stay here if you want, but if they move, you can't come with me. It may be too dangerous." He's not happy with this fact, by the tone of his voice, yet he has orders to follow and wants to keep me safe.

I pout into his collar bone, not comfortable with the knowledge that he needs to find some creature that could potentially kill him. I know he only allowed me to come along because he was coming here, to our friend's house. I have the rare ability to see him in person when he's on a case and know he's safe, rather than him telling me he's okay. However, if he needs to follow this creature wherever it goes, I wouldn't be able to do that. I'd need to rely on his word alone and while I trust Devin, he could lie to keep me from worrying. Just like Seán and Lewis did, they told their boyfriends what they needed to hear, that they were okay and safe, when they obviously weren't. I don't want Devin to lie, no matter if it's only to keep me from panicking and worrying.

Devin squeezes me, playfully knocking his head gently into mine. "You understand, Baby Boy?"

I giggle at the action, but nod. "Yes, Daddy. I understand."

My hair is kissed as he gives another tiny squeeze to my butt. "Take a nap, Doll. We'll go down once breakfast is ready."

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Devin carries me down the stairs, ignoring my whines that I can walk once breakfast is done and Zyon comes to tell us. The feast Axel cooked is spread on the island counter, my long time friend and boss being trapped on Seáns big thigh with a thick arm around his waist. Zyon goes straight to his doms, being given a plate of food as he sits next to them. Axel grins and laughs when he sees Devin carrying me, the hint of a bruise peeking out from under the shorts I put on. I roll my eyes at him, the flush creeping onto my cheeks and neck betraying my playful annoyance. Devin chuckles, kneading my thigh where his hand is supporting me. He makes a stop at the couch to grab a small pillow and places it on the hard seat of a stool next to Zyon before lowering me down on it, the soft pillow doesn't irritate my butt as the stool itself would. I kiss his cheek as a small thanks, to which Devin only smiles.

Axel slides dishes down to us as we all begin to eat, Seán ending up with most food on his plate, Devin and Axel plates coming in second to the giant mountain of food. Seán is quiet, listening to conversation but it's quite obvious his mind is elsewhere, just as he was yesterday. Axel notices, will touch and lean on the Irishman, but doesn't make a comment on it. He appears more concerned than worried, watching his main dominant carefully as if Seán will abruptly get up and do something. Zyon shifts his seat closer, sliding his plate to Seáns and wrapping the man's long arm around himself. Now, Seán has both his boyfriend either leaning on him or using his lap as a stool. Zyon nuzzles his nose into his Masters armpit, I see a peek of pink tongue lick at the gray T-shirt and hear him whine high in his throat. Axel grins, like the Submissive is speaking some sort of secret language and he understood what Zyon had said. My boss tilts his head in a way that emphasizes the line of his throat, it's subtle, but Devin and I see it.

My boyfriend has his eyebrow raised, watching them. From his expression, he finds it suspicious and odd, while I find it adorable. I don't see what's suspicious about what our friends are doing, it's their relationship and they have a little language they understand without words. It just shows me that everyone is comfortable and happy, knows each other enough to understand without having to speak and that's cute. Yet, as Seán pulls Axel a bit closer to nuzzle along the Switches jaw line, and answers the request for spit Zyon has with his tongue out; Devin watches as if he's thinking long and hard about something. Devin has been aware of Zyons kinks, has seen him ask for spit or stick his nose in Axels or Seán armpits and crotches enough times to be aware. However, for some reason, he's finding things to be suspicious of and it bothers me. The exchange we watched was nothing but innocent, how could he find something that isn't there?

I nudge his arm, again silently telling him to stop using his training on our friends. Devin turns to me, seeing my upset expression, glances back at them then sighs, showing a tiny smile that looks strained as he leans in to kiss my temple. I'm not angry that he's in his work mindset where he needs to find his target, but I don't like that it's focused on our friends. They have no idea why he's here or why the military is interested, I just want them to be safe and out of the way of Devins job. In an effort to show I'm not angry, I lean over to hug him tightly and nip his ear lobe, ignoring the slight discomfort of leaning heavily on my bruises. He grins at me, wrapping his arm around my waist and soothingly rubbing my hip.

Axel is the first one done with his food, placing his plate in the sink with the fork he used. He waits for Zyon to finish, each needing to start on their chores. We all had a nice conversation, Axel and I telling funny stories of things that had happened at the club. Zyon talks about how he's training Jade to do small little jumps or get used to something on her back, a blanket or a thin material coat for colder days. Seán and Devin don't speak much, content to let us talk and ramble as they eat. Of course, when Seán does speak, he completely changes the innocent conversation with a blunt question.

"Yer throat okay? Did a good bit of screamin last night." He smirks at mine, Zyon and Axels shouts of disbelief. His Switch playfully slaps his chest with a humorous grin as Zyon hides his red face into Seáns armpit again.

Devin finds it hilarious, needing to pause eating to laugh. He answers for me, taking one look at my pout that's fighting to flip into a smile, and smirks. "His throat is fine, it's his ass that's the problem."

I whine, slapping at his arm. "Daddy!"

Our friends laugh, Axel shaking his head. "No wonder I saw a bruise that low, it must've been one hell of a revenge. I almost feel sorry for your ass."

"Oh, just you wait, Axy! You're gonna get some more from Seán, already have if I remember. Then you'll feel sorry!" Axel blushes at the reminder of Seán bruising his butt, and thighs, after both teasing him and trying to dominate him.

Axel agreed to Seán being main dominant and consented to be reminded of his place as a switch, Seáns submissive and Zyons Dominant. From time to time, he feels the urge to dominate Seán, but it doesn't go as planned. He mentioned that Seán did the same he did to Zyon, put him in time out and made him watch the Irishman fuck Zyon. Axel was tied up, though. Seán delivers a light smack to the switch's butt, watching as the man yelps in shock.

"Yer both lucky ya can walk, touchin another guy without permission. Can fix t'at if ya want." Zyon and Axel quickly shake their heads, though I see Axel shift and adjust his pants.

"We said sorry, Master!" Zyon defends them, clinging to the larger mans waist.

Seán only hums, the sound coming out as a rumble more than anything. "Aye, ya didn't ya? Still went and did it."

"He's lucky he got off easy, if we were at home, he'd still be in bed. Recovering." Devin cuts in, gripping my thigh to hear me attempt to hold a moan in.

"It's not my fault you gave me permission to punish you, Daddy." I snark at him, giggling when he grabs my stool and tugs me closer.

He growls into my ear. "Gonna be few and between after the stunt you pulled, don't get used to it, Panda."

This gets another round of teasing laughs and comments, and eventually we all calm down and finish eating. Axel and Zyon invite me to help with chores, but Devin demands I don't do much heavy lifting or running around. He doesn't want the marks and bruises to be too irritated, wants me to rest and let them heal. So, I'm placed on the couch with the promise I can go and keep them company after Devin puts more lotion on me. Axel and Zyon throw me a smirk and a smile as they leave the house towards the barn, Axel giving himself a teasing smack on his butt. Seán is left to do the dishes again, and Devin walks over to him after going up to grab the bottle of lotion. I can hear the questions he asks, the kitchen close enough and the water faint enough to hear.

"Hey, Seán. Are Lewis and Tom coming over today?" My boyfriend leans on the counter, assisting the other Dominant in drying the plates and silverware.

Seán shrugs, not seeming sure. "Can't say. Lewy comes over when Tommy Boy is done with whatever chores he has, mentioned doin some mowin today though. He may be out doin that. Why?"

Devin glances over Seán's shoulder at me and I notice his chest shift with a small sigh as he averts his eyes. "Got some questions for him, want to search around their land for a bit. See if something that could help me comes up."

The Irishman tenses, hands clenching on the glass so tight I fear it'll shatter. Then he takes a breath. "Sure, Lewy will be fine with that. I'll give'em a call for ya."

"Thanks man, I appreciate the help." Devin pats the man's shoulder before walking back over to me, and my attention goes to being cared for by Devin with the lotion. Both of us completely missing the fork that bends unnaturally in the Irishman's grip.