My stomach was doing flips, my heart pounding so hard it hurt, my cock like a steal rod leaking pre. Eyes glued to William, I found his expression one of desperate desire and confusion. He looked simultaneously like he was ready to get into a fight and like he was about to cum in his pants.
“Now, we’re going to move to the bedroom,” Loc said, placing a hand on my naked thigh but still looking at William. The hand on my thigh, while so simple and innocuous in almost any other circumstance, was here a thunderous deceleration of his control.
Me, nude with my cock embarrassingly stiff and leaking (with that embarrassment making it even harder and more ferociously leaking) while my husband and new, controlling boyfriend sat fully clothed having a conversation, set the stage for an obscene power dynamic. My nakedness proclaimed my submissiveness, even more so because it was in front of my husband, but William’s clothed state set him up as equally submissive, prohibited to strip to the same state as me and enjoy our marital intimacy.
There was no believable argument that Loc, sitting next to me with his hand on my leg as William sat on a chair watching, was anything but a dominant authority figure for us both.
“All three of us,” Loc continued. “Austin is gonna put out like the pitiful cock-hungry slut he is, and you’re gonna watch me use what is rightfully mine now. He’ll show you, in person for the first time, how much he loves submitting to me.”
I was humiliated but knew he was right. I loved submitting to him, and I wouldn’t be able to resist even with my husband watching. Hell, giving up my mouth and ass for him to enjoy in front of my boyfriend would make it even better.
“Willy,” Loc addressed, his strong hand sliding up my thigh to play with my balls as he continued, “you’re gonna love this.”
He waited a second, apparently savoring the lusty confliction on William’s face, then grabbed ahold of my hard dick and standing. He tugged on my dick, hard enough that I knew it was a non-verbal command to stand and not for my stimulation but not enough to cause pain or discomfort. I stood and Loc signaled with his left finger for William to stand and follow.
His hand still tight on my dick, Loc used it to lead me toward the bedroom, William in tow. Being led by my hardon was a new thrill and allowing Loc to do it without resistance felt like yet another level of submission.
“Your clothes stay on, cuck,” Loc said, smirking at William. “Sit at the foot of the bed and watch.”
Loc, still dressed, pushed me down onto the bed on my stomach then flipped me over. I was panting as he climbed on the bed and straddled me. William, out of the corner of my eye, was sitting where he was told. I blushed as Loc laid his body down on mine and put a hand on my cheek.
“You ready, boy?” he asked me.
“Yes, Daddy,” I answered weakly, my voice shaky.
Loc smirked and lowered his face toward mine. I closed my eyes and parted my lips. He let out a sharp amused breath, his minty scent tickling my nose, then his lips met mine. His other hand went to the top of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair as our lips began to dance. His tongue slipped in my mouth and I dutifully, if compulsively, sucked lightly on it.
I was so consumed by Loc’s passionate kissing I almost didn’t hear William’s whimpering moan as he watched me submit. He was just as hopeless and powerless to resist Loc’s charms as I was. Even after being told he and I couldn’t only have sex with Loc’s blessing, William was pathetically turned on to the point of moaning just by watching Loc hold my naked body on the bed and make out with me.
The moan was obviously noticed by Loc, who smirked as the kiss continued. He took his left hand from my hair and replaced with with his right, then slid himself to the side so he was angled facing toward William and my dick was free to spring to attention. He took his left hand and slid it slowly, sensually down my body, squeezing my pec and tracing my abs until he had my dick in that hand. I moaned into his mouth as he gave it a slight squeeze. I could feel the precum flow forcefully up my shaft and out the slit. He ran his thumb over my dick head and used it to spread the wetness around.
We made out, me moaning and squirming under him, for a few more minutes before Loc sat up on his knees and smiled down at me before looking to Willy, his smile growing larger and more devious.
“Undress me, baby,” Loc ordered, looking back down at me. I reached up and got his shirt off, then undid his belt, button and zipper on his pants. His cock was just as stiff as my own, hidden behind his Addicted briefs. I ran my hand over it, feeling goosebumps spread all over me. My mouth watered as I saw its outline.
Loc stood on the bed above me, putting one sock-covered foot on my left cheek and pushing my head to the side so I was looking at Willy. The foot on my face felt so degrading as I looked at my sweet submissive husband who had our whole relationship admired and respected me. Sweat was beading on his forehead, Willy winded and playing with his dick through his jeans. He looked like one of those gooners I’d seen on Twitter, only he was fully clothed because Loc had forbidden him from stripping.
“See your pasty white hubby?” Loc asked with amused derision. “He’s just as excited to watch you give yourself up to me as you are to actually do it.”
He took his foot off my face and shoved his pants down. Loc was showing off for Willy (I realized this time I was thinking of him by the name he hated, furthering in my mind the narrative Loc was introducing that my husband was just an insignificant bitch compared to my fresh relationship with Loc) and I hated to admit even in my own mind that I was loving it. Willy was probably feeling the same.
Loc stepped out of his pants and used one foot to kick them into Willy’s face. My husband flinched but didn’t say anything. In fact, he began more frantically pawing at himself through his pants. Loc chuckled softly at that before turning his attention back to me. He knelt down and pulled me up by my arms.
“Take my briefs off with your teeth,” he commanded with a horny smile, holding me up by my arms so I didn’t collapse backward. I leaned forward as much as I could and grabbed the waistband with my teeth and started pulling. Loc lowered me bit by bit so I could pulled his underwear down until they reached his knees and I let go, letting them fall to his feet.
His briefs down, Loc let go of me and I fell back onto the bed. He stepped out of his underwear and dropped to his knees and slapped his newly freed cock on my face, then he rubbed it around, smearing his own equally-flowing precum across my forehead, over my cheeks, on my nose and around my lips. I moaned and whimpered as I felt the sticky warm liquid coat my face. I found the thought pop unbidden into my mind that I wished that precum was on my tongue instead.
When he brought the tip of his cock to rest on my bottom lip, some instinct deep inside took over and I opened my mouth. He didn’t immediately move to push his cock into my mouth, though. Instead he smiled down at me, this time not a cocky grin or a smirk, but a soft, adoring smile.
“I didn’t even teach you to do that,” he said, his tone almost conveying infatuation. “You’re such a natural born subby boy, practically tailor made for me.”
Heart fluttering and stomach filled with butterflies, I felt myself blush again. There’s something wrong with me, I acknowledge, that such obvious degradation delivered as praise would have that effect on me. But I didn’t care. I loved it, and another moan from Willy told me he did, too.
Still deep in a submissive headspace, I thought to myself that when Loc allowed me to fuck Willy again (yes, I knew even as I thought it how fucked the idea of getting permission to fuck my hisband was) I would put my bitch of a husband back in his place. Loc was ahead of me, though.
“Look at this, bitch,” Loc said, addressing Willy. “Your husband is such a natural alpha dom that he effortlessly turns you into his whimpering cumslut, but faced with me he’s just as submissive as you.”
He left it unsaid but it was clear: if I had the natural dominance to make Willy my personal slut to use and abuse, then Loc’s ability to do the same to me meant Willy was just that much lower on the totem pole. Willy tried to respond but couldn’t find words, so he just sat there with his mouth open slightly and his right hand furiously molesting his still-clothed self.
Loc looked back at me and that adoring smile returned.
“Such a good boy, I’m proud of you,” he said. He kept smiling when his words elicited a moan as his cock into my mouth, using my lips to roll back the foreskin as he pushed inward.
I was on autopilot, fully aware of what I was doing and feeling but requiring no thought as I swirled my tongue around the head then used to to massage the shaft as I varied the pressure of my lips around the delicious cock steadily and deliberately filling my mouth and making its way toward my throat. I moaned again and he smiled bigger.
“I love seeing this brown cock slip past those beautiful red cocksucking lips,” Loc whispered as his head started tickling the back of my throat. Willy could hear that he was speaking but wouldn’t be able to make out the words, thus praise was just for me. I swallowed as he kept the same care free progress, intentionally massaging him with my throat muscles. “That milky pale skin is the perfect contrast to my golden rod.”
Loc shifted as he kept going, giving himself easier access to my throat. I was beyond proud when he bottomed out, his balls rest on my chin and his neatly trimmed pubes pressed against my nose, and I hadn’t gagged. My eyes were watering and my jaw already strained but I didn’t try to protest. Loc rested there a few seconds, then slid back just as slowly. He picked up the pace and before long he was slamming his cock down my throat and pulling it back until just the ridge of his head was past my lips, fucking my face in earnest. He positioned himself and me so he was kneeling on my wrists, keeping them still, and pulled my head upward by my hair as he kept drilling my skull.
But this wasn’t just about enjoying himself and making me feel good along the way. Loc was demonstrating his control over me – and my eager submission to him – for my husband. He was very goal-oriented, and making me into his personal whimpering whore quickly would send that message loudest and clearest. He only fucked my face for a few minutes before pulling out, leaving me gasping for air, and moved off me. My hands were asleep tingling and he grabbed me under my thighs and lifted my ass up, practically folding me in half before spreading my cheeks.
Hands slowly regaining normal sensation, I wrapped my arms behind my knees to hold my legs back. The return of his adoring smile wasn’t lost on me before he dove down to my hole, lapping and nibbling and sucking on it. It sent warm sensations through my whole body, my eyes rolled back and my back arched as much as it could given my folded state. My moans were loud enough I was sure half the residents in the building could hear me. My eyes were slammed shut at first, then I had the irresistible urge to look down and see Loc eating me out.
When I managed to get my eyes open and not rolled back, I found Loc’s chocolate brown eyes staring back at me. Even with his face buried in my ass I could tell he was smiling. He took hold of my dick as he kept going to town on my hole, slowly jerking it. I was still squirming slightly, moaning loudly, what hair I had on my legs and arms standing up and waves of ecstasy wrecking my body. I found myself back in that fog of lust and sexual bliss.
Loc slowly transitioned from my ass up to my balls, sucking in one and then other, rolling each with his tongue while his one hand continued jerking my dick and he used his other to start fingering me. He found my G-spot without trouble and began massaging it. As an obscene amount of precum built up at the tip of my dick, Loc smiled and picked up the shaft. He lapped up the precum, then took me in his mouth. It was only about 30 seconds of head from Loc, his tongue swirling the head and shaft and driving me wild, before he pulled back up, but that with the prostate massage was enough to bring me right to the edge. He stopped just in time.
“All of this belongs to me,” Loc said, grinning affectionately at me but talking to both Willy and me. “And I intend to enjoy all of it as much as I want – mouth, face, body, dick, balls, pussy, all of it.”
Willy moaned again, louder and more unsteady this time, and I stole a glance his way. His jeans had a dark spot where his dick was tenting them, either an excessive amount of precum or the result of a climax achieved watching Loc use me and stimulating himself as much as he could with jeans and underwear on. Based on the moan, I assumed it was the latter. Not that it mattered. Loc was back to eating me out, so my eyes rolled back again and lids slammed shut right as I saw Willy still hard and playing with himself.
Loc was quick this time, pushing his tongue inside my pussy for a few seconds before getting up on his knees again. He grabbed a bottle of lube from the side table and put a sparing amount on his cock, rubbing it in then using his cock head to smear some on my hole. This was going to hurt and I knew it, but I was also craving it. He lined up and immediately started pushing in. I felt my hole stretch painfully as he slid in, holding me down.
He was halfway in and I was crying out in pain. When I tried to pull away, Loc brought a hand down hard on my ass.
“Don’t fuckin’ run away from me, bitch,” he snapped at me as I yelped. Gone was the affection from his expression, replaced with a stern frown and disappointment. “Take it like the slut you are.”
“Yes-” I yelped as he continued pushing in at a pace that accentuated the pleasure he got feeling my hole strain to accommodate his thick cock and increase the pain I experienced. “- Daddy!”
I was in pain, but looking up at Loc’s face confused my mind into thinking it was pleasure and I was left wanting more. Loc bottomed out and wasted no time, immediately starting a rough and fast fuck. It was maybe a minute in before the pain did truly disappear and make way for true pleasure. I was moaning as I stared up at him, admiring the way his hair fell messily over his face.
“Oh, fuck, Daddy,” I moaned, the words reaching my ears before I realized I was saying them. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Daddy, it feels so good. Please, Daddy! Please fuck me harder!”
The adoration returned to Loc’s face and he locked eyes with me for a second before dipping down and locking his lips to mine. I felt one of his hands take hold of my dick and he jerked me as he kept up the pounding. My body was ravaged by ecstasy as I moaned into Loc’s mouth. He sat back up slightly and opened my mouth. His thumb went him and I sucked on it as he slowly pulled it out, then he reopened my mouth. He locked eyes with me again, then smirked deviously before spitting directly into my mouth. He shut my jaw with his hand and watched me swallow his spit, then kissed me more.
Far too quickly, Loc started showing signs of impending climax. His thrusts became uneven, his breathing more ragged, the handjob he was giving me rougher. I wished it wouldn’t end, but when he buried deep inside me and held himself there in his last thrust, I was just as thrilled to feel his cock start to twitch inside me and his cum explode and flood me.
That first twitch and warm flood sent me over the edge. My cum splattered all over my body and Loc’s at the same time as his filled me. Panting, our lips still loosely joined, Loc let out a soft loan. He wrapped his arms around me and slowly but passionately continued our kiss. I felt myself melt into him, my post-orgasmic bliss leaving me carefree and totally docile to Loc’s will.
When we both started coming down from the afterglow, Loc broke the kiss and pulled back only slightly. We smiled at each other and I was so filled with joy from being fucked by this gorgeous Vietnamese man that I laughed a little. That made him laugh, and he kissed me again, a quick smooch this time, then started pulling out. When he was fully out of my pussy, Loc grabbed my balls and softening dick gently in a hand and rolled it all around.
I realized when he looked to the foot of the bed that I’d forgotten about or audience. I felt a ping of guilt as I looked over to see William looking stunned at the two of us. Guilty because I’d forgotten he was there, but also because I’d just cucked my husband.
“You like what you saw?” Loc asked him.
I couldn’t tell if William’s expression was one of pain and sorry or shock and confusion or ecstasy and surprise.
“It was…” William started, his voice hoarse. He tried to clear his throat but it didn’t help much. “It was, well, just fucking awesome. I mean, I don’t understand it, but… well….”
William looked sheepishly down at his pants. The dark spot and grown.
“How many times did you spray your cuck cum watching us?” Loc asked sadistically.
William blushed and stared down at the bed.
“Twice,” he answered meekly.
“That’s a good boy,” Loc said. “You’re gonna learn pretty quickly, Austin gets his pleasure from giving me pleasure. You, little Willy-boy, will get your marital pleasure from watching your husband transform and prefer being ravaged by me over sex with you.”
William sighed and smiled just a little bit, still looking down but from my position on my back with my knees pulled toward my chest I could see it. He was really that turned on by this? Then his expression changed to curiosity.
“Am I gonna be expected to be basically celibate or…” William trailed off. He, like me, is hypersexual.
Loc’s answer here, no matter my growing infatuation with the gorgeous man, would determine if our relationship went any further. If he said no, my love for William would take over and he would be gone. He may have sensed this, because he took a moment to respond.
“I’d prefer to approve any of your hookups, but you’re allowed to get fucked by whoever you want,” Loc finally answered. I silent let out a breath I was holding, and I don’t think either of them noticed. The small smile reappeared on my husband’s face. “Austin isn’t allowed to have sex with anybody without my permission, including you. I’m very possessive of my boy.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I replied, not sure where the words came from, but it made him look back down at me with that same affectionate grin.
“Let’s show Willy how dedicated you are to getting me off,” Loc said. He didn’t give me a chance to even shoot an inquisitive look his way before he grabbed me by my knees I was still holding back (I don’t know why, I guess I just didn’t think to let them down) so my hole was facing William.
“Check this out,” Loc said as if talking to a bro and saying to look at something cool or funny on his phone.
William looked up and his eyes grew wide.
“He’s practically gaping,” William said. That made me blush yet again.
Loc caressed my ass, left cheek then right, back and forth. His other hand scratched lightly at my head and teased my hair. It felt both nice and degrading. I was being objectified by my dom, which I expect, but also by my submissive husband.
“Push that load out for me, baby,” Loc cooed at me.
I looked at him, almost pleading not to with my eyes, but he just nodded. I did as I was told and felt his thick cum start trickling out my hole and down my ass.
William looked amazed watching it, and when Loc scooped up some cum with his index and middle finger and offered it to Willy he opened his mouth and cleaned those fingers with his tongue.
“I think we all need to clean up,” Loc said. “We’re gonna work up to more and more serious cuckolding, but for now how about we go ahead and take a shower together?”
So that’s what we did. Willy stripped and it was clear he had, indeed, cummed twice in his pants. Loc lounged on a seat at the back of the large shower (you could probably fit four people in and still have elbow room) and watched us clean each other, playing with his still-semi cock while he watched.
He told us to make out as he sat there casually playing with his cock and William and I looked at each other, both communicating uncertainty through our eyes for a moment before doing as we were told. Loc stood as we were kissing and took the couple of steps to us. One hand went on my ass and the other in William’s wet, medium length hair, caressing my asscheek and massaging William’s scalp. He let us kiss each other for a few minutes, then interrupted and put a hand on my shoulder.
He pushed down gently and without a word I understood. I knelt in front of him and he grabbed his cock by the base, lifting it up and offering it to me at my lips. I glanced up to see what kind of expression William had but instead found him kissing Loc. I felt a ping of jealousy, but it was accompanied but a jab of guilt because it was immediately obvious that I wasn’t jealous of my bull boyfriend kissing my husband but of my husband getting the attention of my bull boyfriend.
I knew I shouldn’t feel jealous and had no right – William had just watched Loc dominate and fuck and breed me and heard me call him “Daddy” as I begged him to fuck me harder. He wasn’t even allowed to remove his clothes as he watched, forced instead to blow two loads in his pants. The guilt was because I knew it I was going to feel jealous, it should be that my husband was kissing another man, not jealous of William for getting Loc’s attention.
So I shoved the jealousy deep down in an attempt to smother it, doing my best to send the guilt away with it, and opened my mouth to take Loc’s cock in. I started to give him head but he grabbed a fistful of my hair and held my head in place, his cock resting about halfway in my mouth. He broke the kiss with my husband to look down at me and was clearly pleased to see me looking back up at him with his cock past my lips.
“Just hold it there,” Loc said. “I think it’s fair for Willy to get a taste of what you’re sacrificing your sex life for. He is your husband, after all.”
I mumbled my acknowledgment as much as I could with my mouth full, the words coming out as “Yuth, Duddy.”
Loc smirked, let go of my hair and went back to kissing my husband. After about five minutes he grabbed me by the hair again and gently pulled my head off his cock. He pushed down on Willy’s shoulder and he joined me on his knees.
“You boys share,” Loc said, obviously amused with himself.
I looked at Willy (and knew I was back to “super horny and submissive to Loc” brain, since that seemed to be the only time I thought of him by that name he hated) and we both smiled weakly. I think we were both enjoying it but were ashamed to enjoy submitted to Loc together. Tentatively I moved in and started licking at Loc’s balls, eyes still locked with Willy’s. He swallowed hard then licked at Loc’s cockhead. We smiled again at each other, this time slightly more confidently.
Willy opened his mouth and hesitated a moment, then took Loc into his mouth. He smiled around the big cock as we looked at each other, then closed his eyes and really got into it. The water pouring over us as we served our new bull together, I licked at his balls and taint and thighs and what of his shaft Willy wasn’t taking down his throat.
Could he not manage to fit the whole manhood down or was he just casually enjoying giving head? If he couldn’t fit it, that would seem to lend credibility to Loc’s claim that I am a natural sub. I knew that wasn’t logical and that cocksucking ability didn’t actually relate to how naturally submissive a man is, but maybe a part of me wanted to be practically brainwashed by Loc into believing I was born to dominate boys like Willy but to submit to and serve men like Loc.
Loc let us share his cock for a while before he helped Willy up from his knees and had him stand, leaning forward with his hands against the shower wall.
“Wanna see what it feels like to have the cock your husband is willing to cuck you over feels like?” Loc asked, lining up with my husband’s man pussy.
All three of us knew it wasn’t Loc’s cock that made me want this, at least not entirely. It was certainly a part of the draw, but it wasn’t even in the top five reasons. I was drawn to it because it was so kinky, it was taboo, Loc was a powerful presence and authoritative figure, it felt transcendent to be dominated by him, it felt freeing to submit to him and so many other reasons more important than his cock.
But we also all knew this wasn’t about accuracy, it was about fucking with Willy’s mind, and mine while he was at it. Willy didn’t speak. He was hard again, panting, and simply nodded. That’s all Loc needed. He spat four times into his palm then used the spit to line his cock and Willy’s hole. Willy was a bottom through-and-through. His hole, while not loose, was not nearly as tight as mine. He wouldn’t need as much lube.
Watching this, I managed to again exile the jealousy that stabbed at me seeing Loc give someone else attention and realized what Willy could possibly like about this. Loc was well established at this point as my dom, but seeing him casually make out with my husband while I sucked his big Asian cock, then just as casually have me share his cock and balls with Willy, then nonchalantly put my husband in position to fuck was so incredibly hot. I honestly can’t explain what was attractive to me about this scenario. All I know is it turned me on so much.
He pushed into Willy, who groaned in discomfort then moaned, and fucked him for three or four minutes before pulling out. He turned to me and smiled, then put a hand on my shoulder and guided me to sit under them. He nudged Willy’s legs apart with his feet and then widened his own stance so I could fit under them, then pushed back in and fucked Willy for another five minutes. It was so unbelievably hit to see Loc’s beautiful brown cock piston in and out of my husband’s pink hole, watch his hips slam against my husband’s smooth, milky-white ass. Being excluded and made to watch was so fucked up it was erotic.
“Trying to be quick,” Loc grunted breathily in Willy’s ear. “This isn’t a real fuck, just a taste so you understand why you’re dominant master of a husband was so eager to let me turn him into a slutty subby cumdump cockhungry bitch.”
Two minutes later, Loc yanked his cock out, jerked it four times then unloaded his cum all over my face. It felt amazing, the hot jizz all over my face. I opened my mouth and took a couple shots in, swallowing hungrily. When he was done, he smacked Willy on the ass and helped us both stand up straight, then had us wash his body together.
Out of the shower we each dried ourselves.
“Don’t expect me to fuck you again, Willy,” Loc said. “There’s nobody enforcing default ruled to a cuck-partner-bull relationship, but by definition it usually requires the cuck to be at least mostly left out of the sex with the cuck’s partner and bull.”
William actually laughed at that, albeit weakly. It was still awkward for us husbands to acknowledge or admit how much we wanted this. I think William and I were both surprised when after we were dried off Loc laid down in bed and asked us to lay on either side. Both arms were to his sides and he cuddled us close.
“Neither of you are new to kink, so you both understand the need for aftercare,” Loc said softly after we’d gotten comfortable. “It’s something a lot of people don’t think about with cuckolding, even if they’re already into kink. But it’s important.”
William and I were both resting our heads on his pecs, snuggled up naked under the covers and both looked up at him when he started to talk. My dick was hard again, but Loc was ignoring the stiffness on his right leg.
“If either of you ever want to end this, you tell me,” Loc continued. “Your marriage is important and valuable and it has to come first, but I do think this is something you both want. But if you want to end it, you tell me and it’ll be over. Just know, if you end it there’s no changing your minds. I’ll be out of your sex lives. We might still be friends, but never anything more again.”
I looked at William to find him looking at me. We didn’t say anything, but our micro expressions gave away to each other the fact that Loc was right. We did both want this.
“If you do want to do this, you will have to acknowledge that as long as we are in this relationship there will be a massive power disparity,” Loc continued. “I will be the one to set the rules, and I will expect complete obedience. William, I would like you to get my approval before hooking up with anybody or getting yourself a long-term side bitch, but I know you have sexual needs so if you absolutely need to get your brains fucked out just do it.”
Loc calling my husband William for the first time wasn’t lost on either of us. We didn’t say anything or even communicate with expressions, but we both knew it meant Loc was being respectful and caring but also extremely serious. This wasn’t just a game to him, like I think it had been for us until that day. Of course, it wasn’t just a game for us now, either. We realized that if we went forward this would be a new lifestyle altogether.
“Austin, you will have absolutely no sex with anybody but me unless you have my permission,” my Viet bull continued. “Especially your husband. He has no access to your mouth, cock, ass, hands or anything else. You can kiss and make out but no licking his nips or fingering his ass or in any way touching his dick without my permission. And you will let any man use you if I say so, no questions asked. Trust that I will protect you and that any man I tell you to put out for will be clean and safe.”
An anxious excitement exploded in my chest at that. I loved the thought of Loc whoring me out to hot men like he did at the bathhouse, but agreeing that I wouldn’t say no also opened the door to me being used by men who were hideous or gross. But Loc seemed to sense that apprehension.
“And I’m only going to offer you up to hot guys,” Loc said after a moment. “I don’t want the image of you getting screwed by some unattractive guy every time I’m dumping a load in you.”
Loc asked us how we were feeling about everything and if we could agree to the rules and William, to my surprise, eagerly agreed before I’d even finished processing everything. Loc waited another half second before I agreed, too.
“Then in that case, I’ll be staying the night here,” Loc said, a tone of finality unmistakeable in his voice. “When we go to bed, Willy, you’re gonna be sleeping at the foot of the bed. In the future, you’ll sleep on the couch when I’m staying here to give us privacy, but tonight I’ll let you watch me hold your husband close while we fall asleep.”
Author’s note: Hope you enjoyed! I know this chapter was mostly focused on sex and that a lot of you like more exploration of the relationship dynamics, Austin’s mindset and the domination and submission both sexual and non-sexual. I promise I’ll be diving into more of that (while keeping the kinky sex coming) again in the next installment! Thanks for reading and I’d love to hear from y’all in the comments or email.