I’m chuckling, but before the doors even close, they’re on me, pressing me against the railing and grinding into me. They take turns kissing my neck and lips, their tongues then finding each other as the doors reopen.
When Jay unlocks the room door, I briefly remove my face from Marco’s to look at the gorgeous room—correction: rooms. “Whoa,” I breathe. “This is way too much, Jay.”
The door latches and they crowd me into the bedroom. “It’s all they had,” Jay says, his eyes dark with lust.
“Thissuiteis all they had?”
“Stop asking questions and enjoy it.”
I bite my bottom lip as the back of my knees hit the bed and I palm both of their erections through their dress pants. “Oh, I’mdefinitelygoing to enjoy it.”
“How do you feel right now, beautiful?” Marco says, nuzzling into my neck and grabbing my ass.
“I feel powerful.”
“Do you feel like you want to submit? Or would you like to take the reins for a change?”
I freeze and tighten my hands along their lengths. I feel like I could conquer worlds right now. I feel in charge and focused. “I wanna Domme.”
Jay gives a lilty little hum. “Yes, Ma’am.”
MARCO
My skin prickles in anticipation. This domination switch to Cora is new for all of us, and I’m champing at the bit to see how it plays out.
Cora gently pushes us off and I stare at her. With her tight bun and expertly tailored black suit dress, she already looks the part of Domme. “I just realized, I don’t know your limits as a submissive,” she contemplates.
My heart gives a little flutter and I shed a proud invisible tear.
I’ve trained her so well.
She takes my hands and has me sit on the bed. But when I think she’s about to sit down, she actually kneels in front of me and begins to unlace my shoes. She gives me a nod, indicating for me to explain.
I clear my throat as she takes the first one off. “I… don’t like impact play. Jay and I have experimented before, but it takes me back to my childhood and the abuse.”
Realization dawns and she nods. “Okay.” She takes my other shoe off and digs her fingers into the arch of my foot.
Fuck, that feels good.
“For some reason, I can Dom and enjoy giving pain and beatings, and it’s a safe way I can let out rage. In a controlled way. But put me on the other end of it and I don’t do well. Anyway, those are my only limits. Other than that, I’m… pretty open and eager,” I shrug.
“You areverypretty,” she says, raising a single eyebrow, andshit, I think I’m blushing.
Jay’s eyes widen. “Those are your only limits? What about—”
“Andnopony play,” I add quickly.
“Dammit,” he mutters and I shake my head. “I can give you some advice, if you’d like, Ma’am.”
She stands up, and all I want to do is grab her hips and pull her down on top of me. “Yeah. Let’s talk about the game plan.” She leans down a little to place a sweet kiss on my forehead, and I can’t help digging my toes into the rug. “I’ll be right back. Don’t start without us,” she warns.
God, she’s perfect. They’rebothperfect for me.
I didn’t know this dominant—and on occasion, this submissive side—of me existed until Jay came into my life. He had dabbled in it with a former lover and told me about it, which massively piqued my interest. It wasn’t until we were together, though, that I realized this was exactly what I needed. Yes, I am a nurturer at heart—or as Jay likes to say, a marshmallow—and I fiercely protect those whom I love; but it’s like the wild, rage-fueled side of me I’ve tried keeping under wraps finally has a place to be free—of course, in a structured and consensual way.
I feel like I’m living a dream with these two. Jay, my prince—a man who brings joy and fun everywhere he goes, who can look at my dark past and only see a bright future. Then this strong and beautiful woman—a princess who carries such sadness in her soul and craves submission and pain.
My kinky little queer heart could burst.
