Page 5 of Expanding Command

He was clearly practiced in not only the art of shibari and suspension but also putting on a show, letting his hands trail teasingly over his submissive's skin as he slid the loops of rope around his body. Surely he worked with this submissive often, if they weren't a couple. Even though his partner was deeply relaxed into his surrender, he responded to the dom's small cues without hesitation. The dom had a level of focus that spoke to the two being completely in tune with each other.

The connection they had was beautiful.

Then, the dom moved around his sub, dropping to a knee on the ottoman to attend to his thighs, and Leander found his eyes raking down the long expanse of his gorgeous, freckled back. He sucked at his bottom lip as he let his eyes trail up the length of his spine, imagining doing the same with his tongue, tasting the pale skin and freckles. He couldn't help but imagine kissing over the muscles in his shoulders, which bunched and shifted as he worked slowly.

Leander imagined the way those shoulders would tense if this beautiful ginger dom was to come up to him now, rip Leander's pants off, then push him into the chair with his legs over his head so he could plow his ass, relentless and merciless.

...Well. That fantasy had escalated quickly.

While the low buzz of conversation and music from the rest of the house filtered in, everyone around him was enraptured by the scene as much as he was. Appreciating the way the submissive gave himself over completely, his body relaxed despite his arousal as he was bound and put on display. The room had been set up to enable an audience as well as playtime, with several seating areas and groups of regular chairs set between.

A femdom in an armchair across from Leander had her submissive kneeling in front of her, pressing his face to her sex as she watched with eyes half-lidded in pleasure. Another dark-haired girl had her lover pushed over the back of the chesterfield so they could both watch as she fucked the girl slowly with a shining red strap-on. A lone woman perched on the arm of said chesterfield divided her gaze between the show and the women as her fingers slid up under her little black dress.

Throwing one more loop of rope up over the suspension frame, the dom began to adjust and tighten the ropes with deft confidence. He continued until his sub was suspended to sway a few inches above the ottoman - no small feat of strength for the dom, Leander imagined, with how built his sub was. The ropes bit into the sub's skin where they bore his weight, and the man's expression briefly bore the stress of it. Then the dom began to transition the tie, drawing his body to lean forward into the cradle of ropes. He drew one leg behind him, guiding his knee to bend, and began to secure his ankle up near his head.

The suspension made the man's huge, erect cock even more obscenely prominent. Leander resisted the urge to palm his aching erection through his slacks, knowing he wouldn't be able to stop himself if he started. He was quickly beginning to regret sending Tristan on his errand.

When his lover finally returned, he was hard enough to drive nails. Leander sighed in relief as Tristan silently slid down to straddle his lap, grinding against his arousal as he nestled a worshipful kiss under his ear.

"You really enjoy watching them, don't you, love?"

"I don't even know what it is," Leander murmured, hands already on his ass. The dom had his back to him again, and it took every bit of self-control to keep calm as he unzipped the zipper down the ass of his husband's slacks. "But if I don't get inside of you right now, I might come so hard that my jizz will land on that gorgeous freckled back of his."

Tristan laughed softly, delighted, pressing close. "Then it's my pleasure to take care of you, Sir."

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3 - An Engaging Performance

Leander Chase-Morgan

"Watch them as much as you wish," Tristan breathed, casting an appreciative glance towards the two smoking hot leather daddies in the middle of the room.

A groan escaped Leander's lips. "They're so goddamn hot I can't stand it." He slid his hand into the unzipped ass seam in Tristan's specially made suit pants. Then, he eased the plug from his husband's ass and slipped it into the pocket of his own jacket.

"Oh yes...." Tristan laughed softly. He lost no time in pulling open Leander's pants and rolling a condom down the length of his shaft for ease of cleanup. He rose to rock down onto him, groaning in relief as Leander slid easily to the hilt. "Oh..."

The curved sex chair, similar to one they had at home, was perfect for riding. Leander braced his feet on the floor, arching up into the slick heat of his husband's body as his gaze moved again to the center of the room.

As the show unfolded, the submissive had clearly relaxed into the suspension, with no sign of fatigue or pain in his expression. On the contrary, his gaze was fixed on Leander and Tristan, radiating a crackling heat.

The man made no attempt to hide his deeply appreciative desire. Leander nipped at Tristan's bottom lip with a groan, stuttering up into him. He needed to have more finesse. He'd really intended to. But it was impossible to hold off when he was so hard and when Tristan was so willing, so desperate for more. His fingers dug into Leander's shoulders as he rode him, taking him to the hilt. His perfect, velvet heat surrounded him, stroking every inch as Tristan whimpered, breath ragged with the need for more.

It didn't take long for the dom to notice the shift in his submissive's attention. He turned, eyes meeting Leander's, and suddenly Leander could hardly breathe. Being the focus of the man's attention made him feel like he was the one bound in his ropes, even more when his generous lips turned up into a very promising smile. He leaned down to murmur something in his submissive's ear, who shuddered visibly, lips parting in a soft moan.

Unable to look away from them, Leander pushed up harder to meet the rock of Tristan's body, fingers digging into his hips. Thank god he'd nabbed the sex chair. He needed this now, needed to fuck up into the heat of Tristan's body hard and fast, kissing him breathless as he feasted on the exquisite picture of the men in front of them and the sizzling electricity that arched between them.

Tying one final knot, the dom stepped back to leave his submissive swaying in his bonds. They were both flushed and hard, anticipation crackling between them. He'd suspended his submissive at the perfect height to fuck his throat. Casting Leander a clearly intentional smirk, the dom pulled up his kilt and guided his submissive's mouth to his cock.

Leander groaned, raking his fingers up Tristan's back as if he could somehow get deeper inside him. The blond's lips parted, swallowing his dom to the hilt, yielding with a hunger that Leander could taste. The dom was long and hard, despite not being quite as thick as his partner. Watching that cock disappear between the man's pretty lips and down his throat was more appealing than Leander could have ever anticipated. That was compounded by the fact that the submissive was still watching them, gaze dark and hungry as he let his dom fuck his mouth.

"Is he still watching?" Tristan gasped against his ear and gave a choked cry as Leander bucked up into him again.

Sucking at Tristan's earlobe, Leander urged him to twist and look at them, too, holding him tight. "Of course he's watching you fuck yourself on your Master's cock," he growled in his ear. As much as he wanted to last, he was so worked up that he knew it was a lost cause, and he needed to bring his husband with him. Dirty talk would certainly help. "He's watching me plow your sweet little ass... wishing he was fucking you like I am."

"Oh god, Sir!" Tristan jerked down onto him, clenching tighter around him. He clutched at Leander’s shoulder for support as he twisted more, a tremor running through him. A whine escaped his throat, grinding down onto him with shuddering desperation.

"He aches to fuck you," Leander breathed, the heat building inside him as he continued. "Fuck you with that huge cock... god, fuck you with me... stuff your ass tight and... mmm, full to bursting.... fill you up with his cum...."