TLDR of last chapter: Eli and Conner (Sir) had a middle of the night heart to heart and Conner wants Eli to go to therapy. (They also fell asleep together on the couch <3 )
"He holds me close, his thumb rubbing circles on my arm as I fall asleep to the beating of his heart."
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I wake up to the sound of a camera and open my eyes to see Master standing over me talking pictures. I turn my face to hide in the pillow but said "pillow" breathes out a hoarse chuckle and I remember how Sir and I fell back asleep last night in the big office. I frantically push myself off Sir, sitting up by his feet. I stare at the ground embarrassed as I hear Sir groan and stretch out beside me.
"Good morning you two," Master says, kissing the top of Sir's head before doing the same to mine, my face flushing even more.
We eventually get up and ready for the day, taking showers and brushing our teeth before heading down to the club floor. Sir let me borrow a pair of sweatpants to wear under one of their t-shirts. Both were too big, the shirt looking frumpy on my frame and the sweatpants rolled up and cinched as tight as possible around my waist.
We grab breakfast at the club, going behind the bar into the kitchen/break room area. Once we eat Sir does a quick inspection of the lounge and club to make sure the closing staff did their job as Master ran back upstairs to grab some paperwork he had forgotten. I sit on one of the bar stools and I wait to leave, swaying slightly, thinking back on last night. So much happened in such a short amount of time, it makes my head spin just to remember. But what really itches at the back of my head is the conversation I had with Sir.
I'm not the type of person to be against therapy, I'm really not. I've just got it ingrained in me that therapy is for people who've, you know, experienced trauma? I know if I were to tell that to either of them they'd tell me that its not, or that I actually am traumatized, but either way, I just don't see it like that. I just see it as my life. Its just things I've lived through and its in the past so I should get over it, right? I might just end up doing it, at least in order to get them off my back. Who knows, it might help with the nightmares?
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Its been a few days since the club night and I've managed to keep my slate clean and its actually been quite nice. I've noticed that neither Sir nor Master have been teasing me to get me to mess up, which is definitely a bonus. I was also able to wander the property without worry or supervision. I managed to find a private library and a garden out back that I tend to spend a lot of time in. I haven't actually read any of the books, most of them look pretty old and boring but its a nice quiet place to relax.
The three of us are currently sitting in the main living room, listening to music. Sir scrolls through is phone as I look outside, trying to find some birds around the many feeders around the yard. I hear Master talk to Sir about something before Sir stands up and walks out of the room without saying anything. I pay no attention until Master leans down next to me, whispering, "When you hear a crack, meet us downstairs, and stay as quiet as you can."
I don't really get to register what he said before he too leaves the room. I patiently wait for my cue, not understanding whats going on at all, nor where to even go. I don't wait long until I hear the unmistakable sound of a whip cracking coming from the basement. I scramble up from my seat and quickly but quietly walk down the stairs.
As I finally make it to the bottom, my feet silently landing on the carpet, I notice Sir in front of me. His back faces me, and he's stripped of everything but a thick black collar around his throat. I see the straps of a blindfold around the back of his head, and leather cuffs around both his ankles and, I assume his wrists. I continuously remind myself that I have to say quiet, not wanting to ruin anything.
I barely notice Master has changed tools until I watch the leather end of a crop slither up and down Sir's body. My body tingles as I remember the feeling, and goosebumps appear along Sir's skin as he leans into the feeling. Master silently beckons me forward and I tip toe around Sir trying not to create any wind from my steps. Master turns me around to face Sir, my pants tightening more as I see him.
Sir's face is flushed, the blindfold snug around his eyes, and a ring gag fit in his mouth. As my eyes trail down his body I notice I was right about the cuffs around his wrists but I was more surprised to see a cage around his rock-hard member, something similar to the one I had to wear those couple of times. I stand in shock as Master takes a hold of my hand, placing the crop in my palm and guides my hand with his. As the crop runs along Sir's nipple he lets out what sounds like a whine as he leans closer. Master jerks my hand slightly making the crop fling back and smack right where it just grazed. Sir lets out a surprised noise before it morphs into what can only be a moan.
I look away instinctively, feeling like I shouldn't watch Sir in such a vulnerable state but Master lightly guides my head back and takes the crop from my hand. He whispers for me to sit on a chair on the other side of the room and I quietly comply. I silently watch as Master continues to tease Sir with the crop, smacking his ass and thighs every now and then, moans filling the room after every crack.
After a few more smacks Master puts the crop away, bringing back a leash that matches Sir's collar and cuffs. He quickly attaches it and walks Sir over to where I'm sitting. Master winks at me before going around the chair, making sure to keep the leash in the same position. Master taps my legs telling me to open them and I comply as Sir crawls between my legs. Master lowers the leash into my hand seamlessly, before letting go completely, and silently walking back to his selection of toys. I start to panic slightly, not knowing what to do until I feel Sir's hands at the crotch of my pants. I notice now that both Master an I are wearing jeans, keeping Sir oblivious to the fact that its me.
I bite at my lip to try to stay quiet as Sir unzips my pants and starts licking the remaining fabric covering my hard dick. I reach my remaining hand up to my mouth trying to stay as silent as possible as Sir uses his teeth to drag the waistband of my underwear down, revealing my member. As Sir takes me in his mouth I notice Master walking up behind him, something in his hand. Master kneels down behind Sir and gently slides his hand up the back of Sir's thigh, causing him to freeze in confusion. Before he has time to think, Master shoves something into Sir's ass causing him to let out a moan, the vibrations running through my cock.
Master reaches up, undoing Sir's blindfold as he continues to pound the dildo into Sir's ass. I meet Sir's eyes as he continues to suck on my throbbing member, and his face flushes more. As Master continues, Sir moans with each thrust taking me rapidly closer to my climax. My mind fuzzes and I find myself grabbing Sir's hair.
I suppose Master could tell I was getting close, "Go ahead and cum anytime kitten, but you," he says, shoving the dildo in harder than before causing Sir to let out a guttural moan, "you have to wait out a bit longer," he continues. It only takes a couple more moans until I find myself cumming in Sir's mouth. Right as I finish Master grabs the back of Sir collar, moving his head back. Sir sticks his tongue out from the gag, showing Master my cum before he tells him to swallow, which Sir does without hesitation.
I manage to get myself composed and zip up my pants as Master takes the leash from me, leaving the dildo in Sir's ass. Master walks Sir to the pommel horse thing that I got strapped to that one time, unhooking the chain attaching his ankle cuffs, and without having to say anything, Sir spreads his legs wide. Instead of continuing, Master turns to me, "you can leave if you want to kitten, if its too much." Ultimately I do decide to leave, feeling as if its something I'm not really meant to watch.
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A/n: hope y'all are liking the story so far :)
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