FREE SHORT STORY — Slave to the Circus
Slave to the Circus
By Michelle Polaris
Copyright © Michelle Polaris, All Rights Reserved
“Beautiful pussy. Lovely pussy. So sleek. Be a good girl and I promise I’ll treat you fine.” Duncan added the low purr to his offer to entice Tasha. She’d been moody recently and he worried. He always worried about his girls.
“You sound like you’re flattering her so she’ll agree to fuck you,” a deep teasing male voice jarred his progress from behind.
He shot straight and the tawny, red spotted Tulisian feral cat snarled her displeasure at his fast movement. At 250 pounds of muscle, claw and teeth he took her displeasure very seriously.
Duncan put up both his hands to her to show his surrender, recovering his smooth glide and cajoling voice to soothe the feline lady before she decided to teach him a lesson and shred his skin.
Fuck the man who’d intruded in the cage just as he was getting the cat settled after the show. Even without turning to face him, Duncan knew who it was. Raven.
How had he gotten into the holding area? Duncan had locked it after himself as usual. He kept his attention to those details exacting. Necessary if he intended to maintain his position as animal performer at the Cirque. The scratch on his biceps still stung from yesterday’s fuck up, the salty sweat from his earlier performance drying on his bare torso to irritate the claw mark. Universe help him, he couldn’t start losing focus now. Now when he’d asked Andreil to let him add new cats to the act.
He was billed as the show’s animal tamer. Duncan snorted at the title. Knowing his girls as he did the last thing he believed in was his ability to tame them. They tolerated him and condescendingly did his will because he paid them the respect, attention and worship they demanded. Females, whatever the species, responded best when a male acknowledged their status. Kept a man’s balls intact as well. Plus, the desire to see them happy was a natural for him. So why this fucking edginess recently? Walking on ground glass and coals and jumping from place to place to avoid the pain from standing still? Keep working was his new motto. All this at a time when he was supposed to be happier than ever. It made no sense.
Duncan backed away, maintaining his smile and the stream of compliments to the cat. Near the cage door his shoulder brushed the other man’s. “Jackass. Move slowly out of the cage with me when I open the door. I’ve fed her, but she’s more than happy to indulge in dessert.”
“Clearly your charm isn’t working, Duncan.”
“Get. Out. Of. The cage.”
Raven complied just when Duncan expected him to start trouble again. Disappointingly, Tasha hadn’t lurched and eviscerated the asshole.
As the seam of the force field snicked on around the bars of the old-fashioned style cage, its look aged for the 20th centry Earth-based circus mystique, Duncan turned into the night air to examine the newest member of the Cirque. Raven still wore the black and white face paint from his part of the performance and the snug fitting black shirt and pants. Although ostensibly their newest clown, he was far from the buffoon-like crew the Cirque usually hired. The pattern of stark sworls on his cheeks left the impression half his face was playfully laughing and the other half in tears. And that if you came to close you too would be in danger of being sucked into a psychotic blend of emotion. Duncan’s mind kept stuttering at each glance of the pattern as it drew him in. Damn harlequin.
“You going to watch Vivi’s act next?” Raven eased up too close for comfort with his question as Duncan ran through the last of the computer system checks on the cage force fields.
The heat from the man radiated out in invisible tendrils, fucking with Duncan’s attention. Sinewy muscle, broad shoulders, lithe hips delineated by the tight costume. A significant bulge displayed at his groin. And Raven didn’t seem to give a shit about displaying his erection for all to see. The chemistry and the beauty made flesh of the man caused an inconvenient stirring in Duncan’s cock that made no sense. Vivi made him happy. She was more than enough for him, everything he’d searched for the years he’d wandered. He loved her enough to burst every damn organ in his body. But since Raven joined the Cirque a month ago, Duncan couldn’t turn around without the new performer showing up behind him, pushing. Always pushing. A magnetic force that sent his internal compass spinning like mad. Raising his defenses in turn.
Whatever intrigue Raven had brewing would turn out nasty. And Duncan was sure something was on the cook fire. The clown had that kind of presence. Too large. Too potent. And there was only so much room for Dominant types in this traveling group.
His mind spun to Vivi and the way she sucked all the air from a space when she set a sleek booted heel into it. The feel of her hand around his shaved cock and balls when she grabbed him. The pinch of her clamps when she had him bound and waiting for her, asking for him to give himself up in suffering. The drive racing through him to fight down everything he pretended to be, conquer the fear and pain and place it all as a sacrifice on her altar. Gods whip it, she was fine. He loved her. A confrontation between her and Raven was a scary prospect if anyone wanted the Cirque to remain intact at the end.
“Yeah, I’m going to watch her act,” he answered, shrugging off the knife-like attention from the strangely painted face and carrying the last of his gear back to the storage space in the next carney wagon.
The night air blew up, drifting smells of grease and grav rations from the food barge. Irritating his nose. The tinkling, cyberfae music tripped through his nerves as Raven followed him. Frizz lights blinked to advertise their attractions, delights of the freakish, strange and daring rolled out by the Cirque for the pleasure of its viewing audience. A blitz of color simultaneously hard and gentle.
Amazed metallic guests wandered between the show wagons and viewing screens. He didn’t like touring this planet. The Fresian people got too worked up watching the traveling show and he’d spent many post-show hours helping staff break up fights and elbow customers back out to their transports after an almost drug like euphoria from the Cirque atmosphere.
“I’ll come and watch with you. I want to speak with your Mistress. Will she allow it, you think?”
Duncan spun at the casual, teasing use of the word Mistress, acknowledging a truth that they had kept private from the crew, although none would really care. Vivi was his Mistress, feeding a long suppressed part of him searching forever and finally finding a home when he took up this job and met her. He’d accepted her bonds gladly, willingly made a gift of his body and soul, a homecoming long overdue in his life. And the pain and pleasure he’d found there made his worship of her sweet. He belonged to her. But the added joy came as he slowly discovered she belonged to him just as much.
He swallowed back the hollow in his belly at how little time she had left for him with their schedules. But for her he’d wait kneeling on the glass and coals. Wait as long as she required it. Until she showed up and shot him one of those sunshine wicked smiles, all star burst and feral like his cats. But with a mind at work behind it honed to the extreme.
Through gritted teeth he examined the smirking Raven as he casually leaned against the nearest wagon wall with arms crossed.
“She’s busy after her gig.” Duncan’s clenched fists dug his nails into calloused palms. A surge of possessive splendor stormed through his veins and had him stepping closer to Raven, although not for anything friendly.
“Ah, but I have a favor to ask her.” The clown unfolded his arms and stepped in to meet Duncan.
Their bodies rested close inches from one another, the scowl Duncan knew he wore doing nothing to warn away the sharp scent of sexual interest and casually wielded power the strange clown exuded.
Raven reached to rest a fingertip on the center of Duncan’s chest. Ran it down his sternum to his abs, a few spaces above his groin where his stupid dick lurched once again. “I want to ask her to lend you to me.”
Duncan slammed Raven’s hand away from his body. “What the fuck? No way and don’t you dare say that crap to her. Gods know I’m not interested.”
“Aren’t you?” Raven drawled.
Duncan’s pulse beat thick on his tongue. Pounding copper and quicksilver.
The harlequin finally stepped back, eyes laughing, making the weeping side of his painted face more disturbingly evocative. “That’s for her to answer, cat man. If she is truly the beautiful Domme I’ve suspected.’
He tilted his head, gaze sharp as Duncan steadied himself, fusing each vertebra straight to keep from backing away farther. Away from the piercing gaze.
“I’m well aware of how this works.” Raven’s eyes dipped down to Duncan’s crotch where his erection had begun to fill. “Her cock to command, cat man. The question remains if she shares. Such beauties, both of you. Do you think she’d switch for me and go down on her knees to serve me? I picture her breasts bound in my harness, nipples pinched luscious wine color beneath my jeweled clamps.”
A dark storm jagged in Duncan’s belly and a painful arousing hatred filled him. “She’s bitch enough to have you down on your knees writhing in pain, Raven. Touch her and I kill you after she’s done twisting your balls off your body.”
The clown’s smile widened. “Sounds just lovely, sweetheart. It’s a date then.”
“I intend it the other way around, but now you’re getting in the spirit.”
Duncan forced himself to turn and walk away, away from the hard muscled body underneath the tight black clothes. Not a strongman build, but compact sinuous muscles, like the cats for which Duncan cared. And as equally lethal. Duncan knew it. He’d made it his business to identify predators. The half-smiling face was a poor mask to cover this guy’s danger. He hated admitting it turned him on. A damn idiot to respond to the Dom signals. He never intended to give the man what he wanted. And the clown’s interest made him edgy, freaked him out.
Duncan had a difficult enough time accepting Vivi’s attention. One day she’d look too closely at him and everything would break apart. He’d take what he could get until his luck ran out.
He wound his way through the frenetic crowds back to the big top, pushing through the plasti flap and hearing the zap of mutable force field fold back into place. He slowed his pace to get it under control before he reached the far side of the arena where Vivi went over the final prep for her act.
Her dark head was bent in conversation with Pietre, her brother and assistant. Sparkling microchip paint covered her lush curves, the thick application pulsing on her skin with gemstone colors that flashed across the color spectrum. The tech paint application went from neck to ankles like a liquid glove, stopping above her stiletto-encased feet. The black daggers of those heels contrasted with the brightly shifting sparkle. She wore nothing beside the paint. Every firm and rounded inch of her glory on display. Her hard pointed nipples jutted proudly from her breasts. Vivi never made excuses for how much of life was a turn on for her. Just breathing aroused her she claimed. Perhaps because she knew with certainty she met the universe on her own terms and that if the universe was smart it listened.
He approached her from behind, but as always, no matter how focused her attention on her work or conversation, she knew he was there and spun to him, smiled that fucking killer welcome that promised sharp lovely torment along with her love.
He closed the last distance and cradled her chin in his hands, bending for a deep, too urgent kiss, the throb of his cock and marathon beat of his heart stepping up pace.
After tasting her, loving every damn moment of her tongue dancing with his, she used the hands she’d rested on his hips during the embrace to squeeze for his attention. Nails dug into hipbone under the waistband of his pants where she’d insinuated her fingers. Her slightest push away warned him he needed to retreat. Duncan broke the kiss, hating to separate and wanting to lose himself in her, maybe even feel her punishment for her forwardness, but knowing she wouldn’t put up with this desperation shit for long. He didn’t even understand it.
“What’s wrong?” Her velvet gaze burrowed into him, assessing, although the question came with genuine concern.
Her lips turned down. “No lying to me, pet. All that results in is your ass too tender to sit for a week.”
A throat cleared behind them. Shit. Raven. “Am I interrupting?”
Duncan’s gut flipped and he worked like gangbusters to keep his scowl off his face. His jaw ached with the effort.
Vivi’s eyes slit with interest at his reaction. Guess he hadn’t buried it as fast as he intended.
She feathered one last caress on his cheek and turned to Raven. “Yes, you’re interrupting.”
“Ah, so sorry Vivi. You keep so busy, it seems there’s never a good time for this discussion.”
He’d strangle the clown if he used her first name so familiarly again. Sounding like a sensual endearment rolling off his tongue.
“The discussion being?” she asked.
The growl leaked out no matter how Duncan willed himself to swallow it.
Vivi’s gaze whipped back to him, digging deeper. After a moment she rested a hand on his shoulder. “Down on your knees, pet.”
Fucking A. Now? With him watching? But he knew better than to refuse. It hurt too much to do it. And not from the punishment either, but from disappointing her. If he could just get her alone.
“Calm, pet.” She ran stroking fingers through his nape-length hair, brushing elegant hands down his neck across his shoulder blades and back up again. A path of gentle press meant to soothe.
Gods, she always knew, didn’t she?
After his muscles unclenched enough to keep him from bursting something, she faced Raven. “And about Duncan? You’ve upset him. I’d appreciate an explanation. Now.”
Raven made a half bow. “Apologies Mistress. He grew upset after I informed him I would be applying for your consideration.”
Her eyes raked the harlequin head to toe, then flicked to Duncan where he knelt. Duncan should have trained his eyes to the ground, but he was too damn pissed to do it. He needed to watch her reactions.
“You’re applying to serve me?”
“Not as such, but I will if it buys the lady’s favor.”
Again she glanced back to Duncan, her expression puzzling over his attitude, a corner of her mouth quirking up into amused realization. “You want permission to play with my pet.”
Her eyes glazed for an instant as if watching some internal vid that caught her interest. The beat of several seconds passed, her smile disappeared and all signs of playfulness disintegrated. “Your request is the height of rudeness, Raven. Done at an inappropriate time and inappropriate place. Duncan is not a toy I lend on a whim. Not a toy at all.”
Got that straight.
“I’m not assuming he is,” Raven answered. “And the lack of appropriate time and place is exactly the point, Vivi. Both your schedules are so busy there is no luxury of perfect opportunity. Duncan is suffering from the neglect. I suspect you are as well.”
Vivi turned to her brother. “You’ll excuse us, Pietre.”
Pietre rolled his eyes, but walked away to inspect the target stand they used in the act.
Once he left, Raven stepped back and made a more sweeping bow, arms flourishing in regal yet sensual gesture as if to showcase his person. “I offer something you both need. My specialty is play, madam. Fun. Indulgence. The pair of you are so harried by your schedules and the increasing demands of the Cirque while Andreil pounds away to increase profits that you have barely enough time to attend to him.” He nodded in Duncan’s direction.
Duncan refused to keep his mouth shut longer. “Vivi. Ignore the idiot. He’s making no sense.”
Fuck those too intense eyes. Fuck the man.
Before Duncan blinked the harlequin had grabbed his arm, raised it with fingers digging into flesh above his elbow. Raven’s mouth twisted in displeasure, the first sign of irritation Duncan had seen the man allow himself. “Do you notice the claw scratch, Mistress?” He twisted her title with the smallest hint of derision. “I’ve watched him this past month. He’s driving himself too hard. The injury came from carelessness due to exhaustion. Your pet is unhappy. He’s restless and has nothing to focus him but more work because you have little time to spare. The fool is begging Andreil to let him add more felines to his act when he’s barely on game enough to attend to the ones he has.”
Duncan jerked his arm out of Raven’s grip, but when Duncan turned to Vivi he found her expression a storm cloud of irritation, although aimed at him not the clown.
Although she bit her response out to Raven between clenched teeth her gaze was all for Duncan. “You are a bastard to judge my care of my submissive.”
But worry was in her eyes. Shit!
With tight tenderness she reached for the arm Raven had gripped. “The cats did this to you?”
“Yesterday. It’s nothing. A scratch. Anyone working with big animals receives one from time to time.”
“You asked Andreil for more animals?”
“It’s who I am, Vivi. Please, I don’t know why this asshole is stirring things up, but I’m happy as it is. I love serving you. Taking care of you. I want your touch, our scent, your cuffs every damn night whether I actually sleep next to you or not.”
She drew a long finger down the ridge of his nose. Sighed. “So sweet, pet. But it’s my job to consider your welfare.” She turned to Raven, tilting her head, assessing the man. “I don’t like how you’ve handled this, but I will take your words seriously.”
“And about my request?”
“Your eyes are keen, but you’ve made little real argument for giving you privileges to what is mine. I don’t know you, Raven.”
“Then find out who I am.”
“Why do you want him?”
Raven examined him again, a smile kicking up his lips. A look of wicked dangerous hunger painted in it. Sending an unwanted shiver down Duncan’s vertebrae. Brutally stripped bare by the inspection, every skin cell evaluated, judged. Found out.
“Because he’s beautiful, strong, intelligent, caring and has has such potential to drop so deep into his submission it’s breathtaking.”
Bullshit. Duncan knew his worth. Better than anyone.
“All that from observing for a month?” she asked.
“I’ve been a careful observer. And the lady has such fine taste I know I must be onto something.”
“Do you always flatter your submissives into your bonds, Raven?”
“Why, do you want to submit to me, my dear?”
“In your wildest fantasies.”
“Why yes, exactly.”
Her head tilted back and a wild, throaty laugh escaped her. He hated that she laughed for the man.”
“Who are you really Raven?”
The painted man shrugged. “Tis a mystery.”
“Well since I love a mystery I suppose I’ll have to strip you bare later and solve it, throwing the gauntlet as you have.”
She reached for the sheath of her knives where it lay on a side table. She withdrew a dagger, examining its point with her finger. “I have work to do.”
The mocking in his words slitted her eyes again. “Watch yourself, clown. I can play nice or nasty, but I always play hard. And I keep what is mine.”
Her eyes moved to Duncan.
The cued music warning a transition in the show leaked from the speakers. Vivi leaned over and covered Duncan’s lips with a fierce press. He opened to her. Thrust back his tongue to mark her as much as she did him. He wanted her to feel his claim, along with his irritation at this asshole. But no matter what, the kiss was a wet promise as her fingers tightened in the hair she’d stroked, pulled at the strands, a pledge for later. She tore away her mouth, dragged it over to his earlobe and bit down. The pain reassured him.
“I want to fuck you, Mistress. It’s all for you. Every pledge of love and my protection.”
She murmured, “Love you, pet. Just let me finish here and I promise my full attention.”
His skin itched with her presence. He reached out and brushed a calloused palm down her hip, light to avoid smearing the body paint. He was dying to suckle her breasts, take those pointed tips and elongate them farther with suction and tongue. If she’d let him. Her lips tilted in a smile. Almost like she knew his thoughts. He loved that smile.
“Pietre,” she called to her brother. His head popped up and at her nod he stepped onto the target platform, flattening his back against the wood backdrop and sliding his wrists and ankles into the free hanging cuffs. They were more reminders for the target to remain still than devices to achieve it. Their loops hung too loose to really restrain. And Vivi knew enough about restraints to use them when she needed. The platform still sat dark in the shadows waiting for its turn in the spotlight.
Andreil’s big top voice called to the alien crowd. Alerting them to the next performance. Vivi moved out into the ring near her gear to the display of gleaming, sharp metal set on a rack. Although the edges of her weapons were dull enough for her to switch grips with no threat of harming herself, the tips were lethal. The blades were each made of one long piece of metal, the handle not separate as in other knives. Made for better balance and durability. And Vivi used her knives a lot, so they needed to last.
“Honored guests, next for your consideration I present to you our beautiful and dangerous Mistress of Knives.”
The spotlights shot over from Andreil to Vivi where she turned to the audience with a flourish. No overdone showmanship for her, but gestures that said to everyone she was real and potent and powerful. That she belonged where she stood and no one should forget it.
The crowd responded. It always did. She was gorgeous, her body was gorgeous, her allure was addicting, and any normal male of any species wanted to fuck her, even those who didn’t like the company of women as a rule.
Movement at the corner of his eye distracted his attention away from her. As it must have distracted Vivi herself. He pivoted, still on his knees, in time to see Raven, who’d slipped away without notice, hand Pietre off the platform with a whisper and a clap of hand to his shoulder. In time to watch Raven step onto the platform and snake his own wrists and ankles through the loops, grasp the hand grips and rest his soles on the footrests, leaving his body spread.
His smirk at Vivi was a dare. It was too late to make him move without disrupting the show or causing commotion. What the fuck did he think he was doing? Duncan rose, clenched his muscles to keep from charging over to the harlequin.
Vivi frowned, but never lost her composure or a beat as her hands reached unerringly over to the first half-dozen knives she’d use in the act. The music built anticipation in the crowd as she tipped her head almost infinitesimally toward Raven. Acknowledging his challenge.
Duncan blinked and the knives went singing. Through the air with such quick succession all six were thrown before he even registered her intent.
Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk into the woodwork. Raven hadn’t flinched once, the neat outline of his limbs and torso framed by the sharp metal. Whisper close.
Vivi smiled. Reached for more knives and the leather blindfold mask she used. Over her eyes it went. Before she turned back assuredly toward her target. Lifted her arm.
The audience sucked in breath almost as one, in anticipation of the next second.
Duncan’s chest tightened, a spasm almost like a seizure. His reaction the same every time he watched her throw despite knowledge of her skill.
Lethal, accurate grace made real.
Thunk, the last of them ended underneath Raven’s groin, a hairsbreadth from his balls and cock so prominently displayed. The son of a bitch was still erect from earlier. Masochist maybe despite all of his insistence of his Master status.
Duncan watched the man purse his lips and blow Vivi a kiss after she removed her blindfold. The crowd cheered, loving the teasing play between them.
His Mistress tilted her head, considering the black and white painted man.
She moved to her weapons stand and the small console embedded on its side. She flipped the switch. Duncan knew what came next and hoped it surprised the clown. But nothing seemed to bother him as his platform began to slowly spin, tipping him around on his head and back down. He hung on, Duncan watching him sink his ankles farther into the loops to keep his legs gripping the stand, fists squeezing harder around the handholds.
The music had quieted, purposefully allowing the sound of the motor rotating the stand to float into the crowd. Vivi kept it loud intentionally. It heightened the drama, a laboring noise that brought to mind a struggle.
Vivi bowed dramatically to her symbolic captive caught on her wheel of death. She took up more knives. Turned her back to the device.
Indrawn breaths turned to gasps of fear.
Cheeky asshole, Raven looked almost relaxed up there. Letting the drone of the machine and the smooth motion glide him into a seeming meditative calm.
Vivi corrected her stance, closed her eyes and started to listen the way Duncan knew she did to take her aim.
She drew in a deep inhalation and…
Elegantly tossed her arms up and behind, hands releasing her blades, over the shoulders one after the other.
Deep reverberation in the wood in fast succession.
Empty handed she spun to face Raven. Looked pleased as the motor died away, the stand slowed to stopping upright, and the harlequin blew her another kiss.
She strolled over to the platform to the sound of the audience going crazy. Leisurely, with a jaunt in her gait that reminded him too much of his cats considering their next meal. Except lust was in her eyes as well as her predator, and Duncan’s gut dropped into free fall. What was going on?
She grabbed the handles of her knives with a slow grip. Jerking each one clear of the wood as she stared into Raven’s eyes. Standing close. Her crisp movements, his eerie stillness as he met her gaze, building an intensity Duncan couldn’t look away from. The tension was an aphrodisiac as much as he wanted the other man out of the way. Raven better not hurt her.
She dropped one blade to Raven’s chest, used the sharp tipped end to trace a light design over the cloth of his shirt, teasing movement, circling his nipples, with her tongue darting out as she did it to lick her lips. It hardened Duncan’s own nipples with the sight.
The clown leaned closer, ignoring the threat of the blade, and whispered something after which she pulled away the knife and threw her head back with another laugh.
When the last blade was out she retreated to give him room to get off the stand. He unwound his wrists and ankles from the straps and gracefully dismounted.
Raven looked beyond Vivi to where Duncan waited. The harlequin raised his voice just loud enough to be heard. “I think it’s time to teach your sub how to play, Mistress.” His gaze chained Duncan’s. A still moment expanded out, filling the air, pausing even the breakneck thud in Duncan’s chest. And Raven sent him a slow wink.
Then, time sped up again to beyond normal. Duncan watched the harlequin step into Vivi, mumble more deep, lilting words, and suddenly dip his body.
Bending down to her middle, he swept her up, threw her over his shoulder in a carry, spared one last look at Duncan, and ran with her out of the tent. Kidnapping his Mistress.
Vivi laughing with glee all the way.
Although Vivi didn’t mind the jouncing atop the clown’s shoulder, her simmering arousal, delight at the liquid slide between her legs at this turn of events, made her just as impatient to arrive where ever Raven intended.
Duncan would follow. She knew it as she knew her own name, or each of her knives when blindfolded. Her submissive might have speared his heart from his chest for her and presented it on a platter, but he was not one to lie down and let his male ego or his masculine sense of modern knight protector cave to a challenge from another man or threaten what was his. And Vivi was his.
She loved the delicious complexity of their D/s reality. When a wild thing like him surrendered everything he was to a woman, trusted her with the deepest part of his soul, the obligation and claim he placed on her was just as deep as any brand she might layer on his skin. Often she felt it was the submissive in such a relationship that was the more courageous partner. To let go and trust at such a profound level. She loved Duncan for this and so much more. And she feared that what she had to give back to him would never amount to enough. That her ambitions would get in the way of what she had to offer. Her Mistress heart worried amidst this unexpected play with the clown. Why hadn’t she noticed Duncan’s injury? Or how hard he was driving himself?
Maybe it was time for a change. Maybe the painted Dom would be good for them. Not that she’d let him get away with any more once he put her down.
“Where exactly are you taking me?” she shouted over the noise of the fairway as he exited the big top.
“The Fun House.”
“Management closed it last week for repair.”
The answer pleased her, the familiar arrogance of his words helping her trust in his plan.
He let her down as they approached the darkened building with its facade of purposeful decay, the nano paint-flecked steps artfully sagging. The gaping maw of an entrance was painted as another clown face, this time the lurid one of nightmares. Fear could be delicious, but nothing about the bald vid-terrors of clowns gone killer mad, popular in the spacer empire media now, did it for Vivi. She’d seen the effects of fear in her subs and nothing beat the taste of a man or woman bound but doubting, despite assurance of a safe word that she would stop doing whatever the fuck she preferred to do to them even if they asked. She would never betray their limits, but knew how a submissive lingered over the idea, making him more aroused. Wishing partly that even those final boundaries were removed.
“He’s right behind us,” she said, gesturing to the figure of Duncan even now dodging crowds to catch up.”
“Then let’s enter quickly by all means.”
Raven lifted her hand in a regal motion to help her up the steps. The frizz lights off with the exhibit powered down, the dark shadows sucked them in as they breached the building.
He extracted something from a pocket, twisted the object. Light bounced out form the thin wand-like tech. A soft muted glow to it, like miniature packaged sunshine, it threw the stark lines of the handsome harlequin into relief.
“If you want him frustrated in the hunt, darling,” she said, “we need to go further inside.”
Raven led the way. They negotiated the obstacles, unstable floors that still swayed back and forth as you crossed, a jungle’s worth of hanging ropes drizzling down around their torsos as they pushed through tunnels, the wind machine that pummeled their bodies as they passed, not deactivated after all with the closure of the attraction.
After the bulk of the hurdles they found a panel off the side corridor and Raven stopped to open it and adjust some settings. “This will buy us time, keep Duncan from coming upon us too soon.”
As they moved on Vivi heard the hum of the obstacle settings increase. Her intrepid and talented boy would be leaping left and right to dodge the surprises flying out at him. But the chase would build the edge in him she required. Time to deal with what she’d ignored too long. He deserved as much.
They hit the corridor of mirrors, the maze like pathways leading guests in circles with hundreds of images, twisted and true sized, bouncing back at them as they passed. The lights still worked in this section, dimmed but enough to make their path clear. She was out of breath, the pace Raven kept just under a full run.
Mid corridor of glass, he stopped and spun, grabbing her around the middle and pressing her into the smooth mirrored surface. The hard muscle underneath his clothing set her blood to simmer as she rested her hands at his slim hips, tilted in her groin to enjoy the feel of long, thick cock at her folds. She slid her knee between his thighs, nudging it upward to compress his testicles. An obliging groan left his lips.
“Lovely,” he added.
His lips inches away, it was hard to focus on much beyond the slow, sexy smile of his. “Now that you have me just where I want you,” she said, “what do you intend?”
He tilted his head, lips hovering closer. “A contract for the three of us.”
Her fingers skimmed up his body, snaked in front of his arms and shoulders and kept going until both hands were twined in the bottom of his hair, digging into the dark silky strands tucked into a queue but even now unraveling as she pulled it taut. “Why is it worth my while, Raven? You are a gorgeous man, but not my type.”
Yes, she appreciated his body, but if locked too long in a room with him she suspected they’d end up killing one another.
In answer he raised a hand to caress her nipple with a light brush of thumb. She shuddered with the sensual drag of pad over her pointed tip. His fingers pinched, caught the nub elongating with his attention. Held it captive. “I’ve seen your passion together. Your love. It’s breathtaking even in the few moments you snatch together. And I like to increase joy. I’m a clown after all. You can treat me as one of precious blades, the excitement and danger of an edge pressed so gently against the texture of your relationship. Or like another whip to use to heighten the tension for your poor boy.” His eyebrows quirked. “Of course, it won’t go amiss if you’d care to let me taste your merchandise apart from this play. Fucking you would be worth it indeed.”
She leaned into him fast and caught his lip between her teeth. Bit hard.
He barely flinched.
“Behave. Such a tough Master, Raven. You say you want me, but you must be dying to get inside Duncan’s ass to think of approaching me. What Dom would lower himself to the level of another’s tool?”
“You’ve caught me out, my dear. I do indeed get off on swooping in on the wings implied by my name to save the day. Fix any problem. Savior complex. But am I wrong about your love for Duncan or the difficulty of balancing work and ambition?”
Her skin drew tight as the corners of her mouth slid down. “Perhaps not.”
“You could always choose to cut him loose. Let him find another who can devote the energy. He is not low maintenance.”
The rage that funneled up from her gut had her tightening the fingers in his hair, almost yanking. “Never.”
“Cut the shit, Raven. You understand how it works and I don’t appreciate the manipulation. We’re together because we fit. He understands my drive. Daughter of a Cirque family, my father trying all my life to bully me into submission and offering no center in return. Antithetical to every instinct in me. I’m a Domme because I was born that way and it calms the chaos of that traveling life and reminds me of my worth. And Duncan is my home. And he needs one too. He’s insecure about his worth. Needs my hand my love to remind him. His rubbish of a mother never gave him the time of day so he doubts himself. It makes him driven. My demands, my attention brings him peace. I love and he is everything.” She never refused a challenge or feared to tell the truth. Even personal ones. Yes, it was time for a serious change in their lives.
In quick response Raven grabbed her arm and pinned it to the mirror. His fingers circled her wrist. A living manacle. “I understand the importance of home, Vivi. And what you give each other. Just as much as you. All of us who wander for a living understand how precious it is. I don’t ask for this lightly as entertainment. I’ll prove myself if you give me a chance. How can showing him he deserves even more attention be wrong?”
Both their breaths ran fast, as skin to skin she kept his gaze and tried to find the truth in it.
“Give me the chance. I respect you and your sub. I envy what you have.”
She hesitated. Hated the hesitation, so unlike her.
“Take the risk, lovely Mistress of Knives. A contract, for one night. Let me prove my intentions and my skill.”
Footsteps grew louder, running toward them. Time was up. “He’s coming.”
Beneath the contradiction of the harlequin gaze she saw a burning need of his own, a solemnity completely at odds with his guise.
She made her decision. “Show me,” she said.
He smiled. “Come on.”
He pulled her father into the hall of mirrors.
Duncan jumped over the last of the sliding boards of the bridge. Blood pumped hard through his body. He focused to drain away the charge that slung tight along his sinew and he found his center with a slow inhale, prepared for battle if need be.
He waded past the ropes and the tunnel of wind, and spun to the left as the lurid silicone and electronic monsters dove at him from hidden corners. He crouched low as cushioned impact bags swung down from heights, leaving him leaping up after each fell down to shove it aside. Until he hit the next, cleared that in turn. Body in machine mode with one goal. Find her.
He kept going.
He was past the bags at last. The noise of the power source died away to a quiet he liked far less.
Duncan pulled up short from his jog as he faced the fractured reflections surrounding him. Hundreds of them twisting forward along a snakelike path.
And in each Vivi and Raven. Together. The harlequin had her arms pinned to the mirror spread above her head, nuzzling her neck, licking the strong, proud column of throat.
“Duncan,” her reflection called, lips moving and sound bouncing from farther down the corridor.
He froze. Noticed his too pale face in the mirror joining theirs.
Raven lifted his head, also noticed the addition, and smiled. “Ah, you join us finally cat man.”
“Get off her.”
“I’m nowhere she doesn’t want me.”
“Vivi, are you okay?” He began to edge forward cautiously to the first bend of the passageway. Slower now because she genuinely seemed to be lacking distress.
The angles must be situated to bounce reflections from other mirrors down the line. A few of the glasses hung shattered on their walls, splintering Vivi’s body and face in a strange pattern and mixing her pieces with the clown’s.
In the unbroken glass her eyes appeared trained straight at Duncan. The illusion from the legion of reflections spun his head along with the strange look of peace on her expression while held in Raven’s arms.
Her command froze his tracks again, his whole self quivering like some pathetic hunt dog from ancient Earth times. This was the voice she used when her power filled her and she was about to take him over. The call for surrender.
He shook his head to clear his immediate reaction. “Just tell me if you are okay. Give me that, Vivi.”
“I am fine, pet. But you need to listen.”
The edginess crept up again. He’d lost his center of purpose now that he’d found her here, yet had no sense what she planned.
“You’re worried, Duncan. And thinking too much about this. Maybe you have reason, but now I’m telling you all you need to do is listen and do as I say. Can you do that, love?”
Raven had turned again to her, was even now back at her throat, trailing kisses down as he lowered to his knees, unpinning her arms. His mouth dragged between her breasts, down her abdomen.
Duncan wanted to tear him in two. But instead he kept looking at her. She was asking something of him and dammit if he’d refuse if she really wanted it. “I’ll listen.”
“Good love. I want you to watch us. Answer Raven when he asks you a question. Follow his orders as well as mine. Address him as Master for now and stand still until I or he tells you.”
Duncan managed a jerked nod despite the skewers through his heart. Was she giving him to Raven? Finally tired of him? The tension settled in his spine, his hips and thighs, as he became hyper aware of his feet gripping the floor even through his shoes.
He watched Vivi spread her stance, and the harlequin’s mouth go lower from her belly to her pelvis and the smooth hairless region of groin and cleft. Although she applied the paint coverage there for her show, he saw even now how Raven’s touch had rubbed off some of the application, pink delicious and skin shining through.
Duncan’s cock hardened painfully as the other man laved out his tongue and tasted her clit. Her eyes closed in reaction, she gave a sexy moan, and Raven repeated the licking contact. His hand circled in from her hip and his thumb rubbed her folds, spreading them out, lazily tracing from the front of her lips to the back of her nearer her ass. He removed his mouth, pressed a cheek against her pelvic bone so that his gaze faced Duncan in the mirrors. Vivi’s eyes darkened with lust, her lips parting with a pant as Raven kept working her pussy and clit with his fingers as he spoke.
“She’s beautiful, your Mistress. Yes?”
“Yes,” Duncan hissed out. Then remembered, “Master.”
“Is it so terrible, cat man, to watch me please her? She deserves pleasure, don’t you think? She works terribly hard.”
“She deserves everything.”
Vivi’s lids narrowed at him.
“Master,” he added. Fuck this!
“Good. Because I intend to please her. While you get that cock out of your pants and start touching yourself.”
“Duncan,” Vivi warned. “Get going pet. Don’t push my patience.”
“Don’t worry, dear,” Raven answered her, fingers never stopping their motion. “I know how to handle posturing cock. Familiar territory.” He leaned in to tongue her cleft and leave a tiny bite at the inside of her thigh, causing her a gasp. “Now take out that overreaching dick of yours, Duncan, and find the grace to please your Mistress.”
Duncan swallowed his additional obscenities and unzipped himself, everything inside his soul frothing, not sure what the hell was going on. Not sure if everything was crashing down and his luck with her was finally up.
His mind hazy, and a tingling electric charge in his balls, he struggled to focus beyond the picture of his lover being fondled by the painted man.
Quit trying to figure it out. You know better. His service had never been based on his fears, but instead the opposite. Letting them go, or at least surrendering despite them. He only wished he was better at it. Well, he could be now.
Duncan got his pants just beyond his groin to his upper thighs when the harlequin interrupted.
“Stop. Far enough. Now kneel and start shafting yourself.”
Dropping to his knees was awkward. Hesitating a moment longer, he grabbed himself and started to squeeze, to slide his fist up and down the tightening skin to hit his helmet and return again to his base. Again and again, twisting his cock in between the strokes with drops of liquid trailing down into his hand from the leaking slit of his cockhead. Shit, he’d already hardened fully.
Vivi’s eyes were closed, her head back, her hips undulating forward into Raven’s touch. Her own fingers pinched the elongated tips of her breasts. Nipples darkening as she squeezed and molded them. The images of the sex play from both of them bounced at Duncan in multiple.
“She’s trained you well, cat man,” Raven continued to him. “You know not to come unless allowed I presume?”
Duncan felt the teeth-clenched grimace stretch his lips as he nodded. Where were they down the hall of mirrors? How far down until he could touch… Touch what or who? But the denial and his Mistress’s orders made the strain fucking arousing. Gods, he did not want to be doing this with Raven. It meant another set of eyes on him, too many eyes watching him too closely. But if she wanted it…
“Continue, cat man. And we’ll settle down to a story as you keep that dick hard for us.” Raven bent in to nuzzle Vivi’s navel. To place a light kiss incongruous to her straining reaction as her body built closer to orgasm. Duncan knew the look. Relished it when he serviced her.
“She’ll send you to me, cat man. The nights she’s too busy to kiss or whip you to sleep herself. Do you want to know what I’ll do to you those evenings?”
Duncan’s balls pulled higher, his self-control fracturing big time. But he couldn’t find an answer.
“You’d strip for me. Or maybe I’d cut off your clothing with one of your Mistress’s knives. Then down you go on your knees like you are now, my hand fisting in your hair hard enough to make you grunt. Your wrists locked behind your back in my cuffs. I’d tow you close to me and unzip myself. Pull your mouth to my cock and shove it in. Fuck that scowling opening of yours. You’d service me, cat man, until I came nice and hard and you swallowed every drop.”
Duncan hated that his lips had parted with the image, almost readying themselves for the intrusion. Fucked up. But he was honest enough to recognize his attraction to the harlequin. That whatever life force was so enticing in Vivi, Raven held something similar.
“Then the fun really begins,” Raven continued. He stood without warning and pressed Vivi back into the mirror, kissing her, eating her mouth with teeth and tongue.
He pulled back enough from her for Duncan to see her grin, watch her snake her hand down to the harlequin’s groin and grab, squeeze. He rumbled a response, and stepped back while she surprised him and spun them around. Now Raven’s back was to the mirror. His widened eyes quickly morphed to slitted expectation.
Now it was Vivi who slid to the floor on her knees, biting and nipping down the harlequin’s body through his tight clothes. Down to his groin where she used hands to peel off his pants and pull them down to a position paralleling Duncan’s.
Raven’s gaze still bore down on Duncan even as Vivi found the harlequin’s cock and began her talented suction. He let out a feral groan and rested his hands atop her head.
“When I take you over Duncan,” he said, “you’ll have my full attention.”
Raven’s control must be amazing to be able to speak coherently during that.
Duncan shifted on his knees, sweat beading down his back underneath his shirt to drip down to his ass, slide between his cheeks. His buttocks had started clenching as he worked himself, cock aching and more moisture from his slit wetting his fist. Gods and galaxies, he needed to hold on. Couldn’t come because she didn’t give permission. He didn’t give permission. Fuck!
Raven continued. “I see every inch of you, Duncan. And I like what I see. That cock for instance. Red, straining.
Raven’s words intruded deep. Duncan wanted to squirm like a fucking kid.
With his eyes on the clown, Duncan couldn’t help but catch his own reflection. He’d started hating the mirrors, the desperation he saw on his face in them. He’d gotten used to this reaction with Vivi. But with another…
Vivi was deep-throating the harlequin, his dark eyes turning almost black in the dim light from her wet, warm mouth.
He panted lightly. “I’m going to take your passion, cat man. The dedication to what you do and the attention you lavish on those animals. And require you pay the same to me. You work as hard for me as Master and you’ll be rewarded well. I’ll get that cock so worked up, when I allow it release it will be like shooting a fucking interstellar transport from you.”
Vivi stopped her work and joined his examination of Duncan’s progress. Universe, she was gorgeous, her wet lips glistening. “So good, pet. You’re following well. I love you.”
Everything kept mixing inside him. Words spewed up before he caught them. “You leaving me, Vivi? Giving me to him? Don’t. I need you, Mistress.”
“Gods no, love,” she answered. “You please me beyond all else. This is about giving you a gift, adding to our lives, not taking anything away.”
“I want to marry you, Duncan. Raven is one of my wedding gifts.”
The harlequin jolted, sought her with his eyes as she knelt. After a moment of shock, a sly smile expanded over his face.
“A man’s strength is different than a woman’s,” Vivi continued. “You’re strong Duncan. I want you to feel what I do every time we’re together, the powerful body of a male. You and Raven are different sides of the same coin, but the power is similar.
“As both a wife and Mistress, I take double responsibility to care for you. If I’ve been neglectful I apologize. But no more. Now tell us what you want right now. Not the answer to my proposal, that you need to think over, but what you want to happen to you. To your body while inside the walls of this Fun House. The truth. I always require the truth between us.”
Her voice swam over him. Drowning him in the idea that he pleased her. Marriage? Did he believe her? Gods, he needed her happy. Even as he struggled with how exposed she left him, both to her and now to Raven. He wanted that forever home she offered. So bad he tasted it on his tongue. Salty sweet ambrosia.
“Need…to touch you.”
A pause stretched.
“To be touched by you. Be with you.” He swallowed hard past the blockage. “Both of you.” He hated this admission, but it was truth.
“Oh, pet. So perfect,” her voice thrummed. “Now tell me what you want Raven to do to you. Imagine me sitting in the corner of our rooms, watching. So hot because you serve to please me. I’m wet with it. Picture it. Let it flow out. I want to hear it all.”
Duncan stroked faster. Couldn’t stop himself as he watched the play of muscle at Raven’s jaw. How he reached down to Vivi’s rich dark hair and brushed her scalp absently. Even as she languidly ran fingertips over his rigid organ, almost without thought as she waited on her knees to hear out Duncan, the picture of a strong woman even taking this subservient pose.
In a stark rush of need he saw it. Saw the picture of them in her rooms, playing, although it had always been much more than play between them. A healing, he thought of it. His imagination deep-spaced him with the scenario.
It hurt to force out the words she demanded. But he let them wrench from him. Why not? What was left of him anyway?
So he began.
“Raven has me blindfolded,” his voice croaked.
“Speak to him, pet,” she admonished.
His mind stuttered again, but his eyes shifted back to the painted man whose heated regard cut deeper into Duncan.
He tried again. “You’ve put a blindfold on me. Plugged my ears. Sensory deprivation. Before you had tied me down and pierced my nipples with tiny barbells, still stinging and heavy.” His brown nubs ached with the idea. As if they wanted that attention. His voice shook. “My ass is stuffed with your plug and I’ve been on the verge of coming for hours now. But you won’t let me. I’m fucking out of my mind and you’ve wrapped my cock tight with a length of chain. The heavy collar at my neck has points along the inside, digging into my neck each time I move. And I desperately want to see you, to see Vivi where she’s somewhere farther back in the room.
“Each time you fucking touch me I struggle, even though I don’t want to. But I do.” He gasped and fought back his explosion as his fist kept sliding up and down his dick. “I’m sweating, dripping. You lock me down and use your whip. The pain hazes me. So big. I lose it more, but I’m flying in sub space.” He had to stop, suck in another breath. “I want more. Gods, I want more. And your arm is strong enough.”
He couldn’t hold longer. “Please. Fuck it! I”m coming. Let me stop.” Lost, so deep in it. Crazy deep. He only wanted to give it up to them. Both of them.
“No, Duncan. But I promise I’ll give you all you want from that image,”Raven said.
“My turn to talk again, cat man. Because you need to hear my promise to you as much as your Mistress’s commitment.” The laughing man had grown serious and fierce. “You’re making me rigid, like damn Endorvian metal. And I’d want to fuck you hard. But I’d start with gentle. So gentle you’ll hate it. You want my whip, my punishment. And you’ll get that too. But that’s not the measure of you, Duncan. You really please me if you understand how valuable you are. How damn gorgeous. I can’t turn my eyes away from you. And I want you out of your mind wanting to be fucked in turn by me and Vivi. Your Mistress is a lucky woman.”
Duncan groaned, the low noises leaking from him continually now. He couldn’t help it.
“So find us, cat man. Get off your knees now, find us in the hall, and I’ll make you happy. We both will.”
The meaning buzzed through him, leaving him shaky. But he stopped the shafting, sucked in the relief from escaping the disaster of coming without permission, and leveraged himself up so quickly he almost toppled.
He blinked and his mind reeled registering new motion in the mirrors. Raven pulling up his pants, grabbing Vivi and rushing farther into the hall, jagged movements. Duncan unbalanced with the suddenly shifting images. He fumbled up his own trousers, panting in his eagerness.
And did the only thing he could. Ran after them.
The haze still followed him, Raven and Vivi’s words and temptations floating into his ears like ghosts of sound. The mirrors stretched.
He’d turn a bend, stumble as the images of them in the mirror would twirl. Vivi would stop, land a teasing, deep kiss on Raven, and skip on. In turn Raven would reach out, pinch her buttocks and rumble his appreciation. But they kept on the move. Delivering a tease of a show but staying out of Duncan’s reach.
Duncan moved too. Almost running. Trying to find them. Stumbling and slamming his hand against a passing mirror with the frustration. Fucking desperation. It boiled through his system. His need was a tidal wave and he only wanted to reach the damn shore with it so he could break apart.
“Catch us, pet,” Vivi’s voice floated from ahead.
He stumbled again. And when he looked up at the mirrors the two of them were gone. What the fuck? Had they hit a blind spot?
Another ghost of sound came from his right.
And two bodies jumped out at him from either side.
Pressed between them. Hot, smooth skin, the smell of arousal. Theirs. His.
He struggled long moments, not able to help it, but he let it go when he could.
“Love you, pet,” Vivi purred, running hands over his chest, up to stroke his neck and shoulder blades, digging in nails from moment to moment before moving on.
“Ours tonight, cat man,” Raven promised low and deep and primal. His fist had grabbed Duncan’s cock, squeezed hard.
They used teeth and licks of tongue to kiss and fondle him. Both at once. Vivi bit his nipple hard and he jerked with the pain. But Raven kept him still, his iron grip moving to capture Duncan’s pecs and hold him. A small corner of him understood he was flying in sub space, a kind of spiritual bliss, so deep into this. Amazing. Everything. Their dance of power had brought him there.
Vivi moved to his back, pressing full breasts and erect nipples along his spine. At the same time Raven changed places, moved to Duncan’s front. His Mistress grabbed his wrists, holding them tight and pulling back on his arms to the point of discomfort. Raven growled his own possession and tightened a grip on Duncan’s balls.
“I’m going to give you a reward now,” Raven said. “One of many for the night. So beg me when you can’t hold back anymore, cat man. Although I expect you to hold on. Please us, Duncan. Make it last until you want to pass out from it.”
The harlequin’s fingers encased his cock, the clown’s other hand reaching farther between Duncan’s legs to rub over his perineum, inch back to tease at the opening of his anus. The nerve endings there, so sensitive even on the outside tissue, had him jumping while the hard pressure over his penis kept on relentlessly.
Lightning ricocheted down his spine, through his balls, which pulled tighter still. His hips moved back and forth, unable to stop the torture that was so fucking out of control and arousing. He needed to trust. To come. Lose it. He was there anyway.
Raven continued as Vivi licked the skin of his back, grabbed on with teeth and bit in to keep the tension high with the edge of pain. Her nails dug into his wrists where she held him. And she pressed her pussy against his back and ass, over Raven’s playing fingers at his hole, pushing against him.
On and on it went. Denial.
Hell and torment and nirvana. Universe help him. Lost.
“Coming,” he moaned. “Please. Permission?”
Didn’t care who he begged. But got no answer. Long moments passed. Holding on.
Finally, “Come, pet,” Vivi commanded. “Spurt over your stomach for us. We want to see your cum covering your belly, reminding us how much you pleased us. My pussy is dripping with how much you’ve done so.”
Almost at her first word his ejaculate boiled through his testicles, burning up and out of his cock. Spurting hard and long, endlessly, as he shook and remained standing only through their hold on him. Pleasure beyond imagining.
Finally, the last pulses left his balls empty, turned inside out after finishing. He leaned into her.
Then Vivi was lightly kissing his back, telling him how wonderful he was. “So deserving,” she said. “So will you? Marry me? Promise me love, devotion, and to follow all my commands that honor that love? Because I promise the same. All except following commands that is.”
“That was my thinking time?” he laughed with his exhaustion.
She waited him out.
But he knew. “I always wanted to get engaged in a Fun House. Yes. Of course. Yours forever, Vivi.”
Her smile lit his world.
She turned to Raven. “And you promise to work him hard for me?”
“With great devotion, Mistress.”
Duncan’s cock lurched again despite its emptied state. Gods, Raven fired his body.
Yet even with the stirring interest in his organ, the tiredness caught up with Duncan. And Raven was catching him around the waist as he slumped after Vivi released his wrists. Then the harlequin somehow had a cloth, was wiping his stomach, chuckling with amusement.
“What’s so fucking funny?” Duncan managed to rasp out, half-dead with the mind-blowing bliss of the orgasm and the emotional tumult.
“Just thinking of the symmetry.”
“Symmetry? Of what?”
“Of the beginning and the end. Of this.” And Raven dipped his shoulders, threw Duncan over them and started walking through the last of the Fun House mirrors to the exit. Vivi strolled behind them, a pleased, wicked grin on her lips.
“I’m not an invalid,” Duncan complained. “I just ejaculated, not donated a kidney.”
Raven slammed him on the ass. “Shut up, cat man. I’m enjoying the idea of carrying the animal trainer.”
Duncan panicked once he realized the harlequin was bringing him outside among the crowds, visible to all and sundry, staff and visitors. His cheeks heated which he hated almost as much. “Put me the fuck down.”
“I’ll put you down where I want you, Duncan.”
“I’d listen to the man,” Vivi said to Duncan from behind. “He looks quite determined.” She smiled wide.
They kept walking until they hit Vivi’s private carney wagon residence. Raven keyed open the door with her code instructions, entered the rooms and marched over to Vivi’s wide bed. He folded Duncan down onto the mattress, gentler than expected. Now that the outrage over the public exposure died down in Duncan, the post-coital lethargy returned, crawled over him and tried to pull him into slumber.
“What do you expect?” Duncan asked, eyes heavy but fighting to keep them open. To understand what had happened between them this evening.
Vivi and Raven were climbing onto the bed on either side. Bracketing him, pulling off his clothes, pulling off their own.
Vivi was in front of him, beautiful face leaning close. “We expect you to let us care for you, love. My pet. Rest for now. Then you let Raven help me keep you balanced. We all deserve it.”
Raven’s chuckle feathered over the back of his neck. “Yes, get all the rest you can, cat man. Because when you wake up, I promise you’ll be serving well. And long. And hard.” He pressed a firm length of cock against Duncan’s ass, a promise that had him shuddering.
“Damn clowns,” Duncan muttered. Although he wanted Raven there at his back. Liked the dangerous promise of him. Two blades both threatening and caring from either side. Enough to make him crazy. Perfect. He let his eyes drift closed as they pressed in farther to his body. He gave up the worry, gave up the edgy dissatisfaction, and relaxed.
He slept deep.
Until they woke him later.
And let the games begin….