Three's Not A Crowd: A Polyamorous BDSM Story (18+)

Take It All

I haven't given credit to anybody because I really just mixed and matched and used everyone's ideas. So thanks to every single person who left a comment last chapter with all these ideas.

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Maxwell's POV:

I'm not going to beat around the bush this time. Because there is no reason for it. I'm damn sure everyone here knows what the fuck is happening with me.

"Sylvia, can we go inside? Please?" I asked for the umpteenth time. "First of all, call me mistress. And secondly, no" she replied.

I groaned, leaning back on the pole and looking at her with a look that said, 'Really?'

"Maxwell Blackwood Alvarez. You better get those feet moving again before I push a vibrating 10 inch long dildo in there which will definitely get you moving" Xavier warned.

Asshole.

I knew I was gonna get punished for what I did. But the kind of ideas Xavier and Sylvia have are just.....out of this world. (Nah, it was you guys' ideas)

So here I am, standing in our backyard, wearing nothing but a jock strap and leaning against a stripping pole (I had no idea that we had this).

In Sylvia's words, and I quote "Since you like to dance so much, show us how you do it too."

We've been here for over an hour, and while I don't mind the dancing (they're giving me breaks in between), I do mind standing outside in a fucking jock strap.

"I'm sorry!" I whined, sliding down against the pole and blowing them both a kiss. Xavier looked unbothered, while Sylvia bit her cheek to hide her smile.

"I love you so, so much mistress" I did a drop, before skipping over to Sylvia and pecking her cheek. I'm gonna get out of this predicament one way or another.

"Hm, is that why you were flirting with that woman and man?" Sylvia asked with a raised eyebrow, throwing one leg over the other.

"I was teasing you, but I love you sooo much" I sat on her lap, wrapping my arms around her neck and burying my face in her boobs.

I heard the chair beside us creak, before opening my eyes and watching Xavier walk away. "Where's he gone?" I asked.

Sylvia leaned down, nibbling on my ear, "To prepare part 2 baby. You surely didn't think we were done, did you?" she spanked me with her hand.

Nope. I knew damn well that we weren't done.

Sylvia and I stood up, and she led me straight to the kitchen. "Where are all the house helpers?" I asked. "Why? You wanted to give them a show?" Sylvia teased.

I barely controlled myself from rolling my eyes at her. As we reached the kitchen, I saw Xavier leaning against the counter with a bowl in his hand.

His sleeves were rolled up his arms, a few of his top buttons open and for the first time in a while, his hair was messy.

"Are you sick?" I asked, looking at his red nose. "Don't know. Will have to check later" he said, keeping the bowl aside.

"Come here" I walked over to him, standing in front of him with my hands behind my back. "Yes master?" I blinked up at him with puppy eyes.

"I'm a mafia don. That's not gonna work" he said. Oh I so badly wanna roll my eyes at him right now.

"Ice? We're doing ice play?" I asked excitedly as I looked in the bowl. "Don't get so happy now. This is a punishment" Xavier said, his look stern.