Uncommon Places, Book 3 in Autumn Club Series

Chapter 11

The carriage ride north to the estate was largely silent. The drama of the prior evening weighed heavy in the air.

Beatrix used the time to think about her feelings toward her two male traveling companions. She knew she loved them both. But that love looked so different on both of them.

Although at times it seemed like sex was their common thread, there was so much more to their dynamic. They often spoke of politics and estate business. The men both valued her opinion, even when she knew little on the subject.

Damien was so much more than the common sailor he described himself. If he had the privileges of schooling like Thomas, he could have ruled the world. The thought of that made Beatrix smile inside. He would have loved that.

And Thomas with his kind heart and nurturing nature was a perfect ear for all of her thoughts and dreams. He was encouraging and offered any resource to make her happy.

But the dynamic was always there. It was so complex with the various needs of all of the lovers to consider.

Damien's need to be the master of all things. Thomas's desire to submit, yet dominate was always on balance. He would spank her red, while Damien teased him about his stamina. And Bea wanted to submit.

It was a strange feeling for a woman that always considered herself strong and independent - as much as a woman could be with society's structure. But these men made her want to crawl on hands and knees and do their bidding. And every ounce of her wanted to claim her love for the world to see and it broke her heart.

After arriving and settling in, they had dinner in the large formal dinning room. Damien sat at the head of the table as he always did. He looked like he owned the place.

"There is a social group in this area called the 'black masks.' They meet monthly at an estate that is remote and largely unused. They are both men and women who enjoy...a more...how do I say this...hedonistic relationship," Damien stated after finishing his last bites of lamb.

Beatrix was stunned speechless. Well, nearly speechless. "Wh-what do you mean?"

"They mainly enjoy power exchange dynamics in their relationships. But many exchange not only power but partners or have cuckhold-type arrangements. We aren't the only ones, darling."

Bea looked over to the Thomas. Did he know about this?

"Yes, sweetness. Even some have daddy/baby girl dynamics."

She looked at both men. "You want to...share me?"

"What?!" Damien bellowed. "Hell no! What ever gave you..."

"I just assumed that..."

"No, sweet girl." Thomas said in calming tones. "We would just be able to be free around them. We may watch them or perhaps if we feel comfortable, then they could watch us."

"Watch? You mean...watch us make love?"

"Hm, I think we would fuck, but yes, pet," Damien chimed in with his crude terminology. "We would. And you would love it."

"H-how do you know that I would?" She had thought about people spying on them before. She had enjoyed Thomas watching her with Damien. But to basically be put on display like that...

"Because you love anything that makes us happy. And showing off my sexy little whore would make me very happy. And don't worry, we would be masked. As their name suggests," Damien replied.

"And you seem to like when I watch you, darling. It makes you just a little more...aroused," Thomas added.

"I see," Bea wasn't sure to make of this. It seemed almost too good to be true. People like them? Would she know them?

"I've written them a message. Hopefully we will hear back from them shortly. I hear their next gathering is in a weeks time. Plenty of time to get used to the idea, no?" Damien said. He rose from his chair and summoned them to come with him to the large drawing room.

He sat in a large tufted leather chair. He lounged back like a pirate king. "Both of you on your knees."

The couple glanced at each other briefly before lowering themselves.

"Tommy, I want you to undo my pants and pull out my cock." He stared down at both of them. Bea was watching intently as her husband carefully removed Damien's large cock from its confines. She licked her lips as she saw the tip drip some precum.

Bea saw Thomas was looking at it the same way she was - with a hunger. "Good God, Tommy! You want to suck my prick don't you?"

"Ye-yes," Thomas stammered.

"Yes, what? I'm getting sick of these lessons, Tommy!"

"Yes, ma-master," Thomas said lowering his head a little more.

"Lick the cum off the tip, you pathetic fuck," Damien teased.

Bea looked on as Thomas inched closer to the head. She knew he loved it when Damien humiliated him like this. His pink tongue poked out and he lapped up all the precum. The sight made her squirm, her heel rubbing over her pussy from her kneeling position.

"Tommy loves the taste of his master's cum. Doesn't he Beatrix?"

"Yes, master," she panted out. How could he not?

"Good girl. Now help him," Damien commanded her.

Bea leaned in toward the swollen cock before her. Her tongue slipped out and ran over his length. Meeting her husband's mouth at the fat head. It was an erotic feeling having their lover's cock between their kiss.

Bea imagined that someone sat across the room from them. It made her want to perform for them. Show them what they were missing. Get them aroused.

Damien grabbed her hair and made her look up at him. "You are such a little slut fucking another man in your husband's home. You realize he has never once cum inside you. You only let me - your master - your owner - cum in that slutty little cunt."

She gasped at the dirty words. She loved when he spoke like that. He knew his words drove Bea and Thomas wild with excitement.

Bea and Thomas kept working Damien's thick member. Thomas took Bea's hand and placed it under Damien's balls. He showed her how to gently massage and tug them. Such an odd dynamic when they both dominated her in some way.

"Yes, pet. Do as Tommy tells you to do. Your husband's main goal in life is to please me. Even if you are the means by which he does it."

Thomas reached over and began to undress his wife. He pinched and pulled at her nipples as they puckered in the cool room. "They feel fuller, baby girl," Thomas observed as he squeezed. "When did you last bleed?"

Bea lifted her mouth from where it was now sucking Damien's balls. "N-not since before I moved in I don't th-think."

"Come again? Pregnant? Fuck!" Damien exclaimed. "Mmm, the next heir of your estate, Tommy, is going to be my bastard. Fuck! I love it. Strip her bare Tommy, I want to see for myself."

"See what, m-master?" Bea asked.

"What my fucking seed did to your body. I want to watch you change and know it was my doing. I want to remind Thomas daily that it is my child you carry. I want it all. I will have it all, love."