I wake to a firm nudge to my ribs and Liam pointing to the empty space in the bed next to me. It would appear that our playmate for the evening, Selena, has already woken up and disappeared somewhere without notice. I feel a sense of disappointment. It is prime time for sleepy, sensual morning sex; the kind I can't normally get from my sadistic beau.

I roll out of bed and follow Liam with a yawn and stretch. As I glimpse my reflection in the mirror, I stop to try patting down my thick, crazy bed head and the annoying cowlick from Selena's hands getting so entangled in it. This was the reason I never went through the emo phase with Justin. My hair doesn't cooperate.

As we find a couple asleep in his hallway, Liam gives them a gentle kick to wake them up. The worst part of these parties is getting hungover, naked people out. Unfortunately, given his current financial situation, they've become a necessity to bring in extra income, even though he no longer needs to find someone like me.

We end up in the kitchen, where we find our beautiful siren sitting at the counter with a notepad and pen. Her own hair is kinked and sexily tousled into a messy bird's nest. I slide next to her and try to peek over her shoulder, curious about what she is writing while Liam switches on the coffee machine.

"Hey!" She complains instantly, whilst trying to cover up the words with her hands. Her eyes flare in aggravation as she pouts at me. Someone may not be the submissive she thinks she is.

"I was just wondering what was more important than sleeping in a bed with two hot guys," I drawl back, my interest sparked further by her escalating reaction. "Whatcha doin'?"

As I distract her by sliding an arm around her waist, I grab her notebook with my other hand and hold it above her head, pretending to read it. She tries to snatch it back, but I climb onto the worktop, hold it higher, and taunt her by dangling it.  

"Give it back, you moron!" she yells, daggers for eyes.

"Moron? I should put you over my knee and spank you for talking to me like that."

"You wouldn't... You're not my dom yet."

I sneak a glance at what she has actually written down. It's complete filth, and I realise it's from last night as I see the words taut derrière. Intrigued, I continue reading by flicking the page over.

"His penis was so deliciously large..." I read out loud before squinting at the next bit in her scrawled handwriting, "What does this say? Quivering cunt?"

She turns beet red as I grin down at her. "Oh my god! Please stop..."

"So how do I compare to the previous men? Ten out of ten, or could I do better?" I question, flicking backwards through her numerous documented exploits. "Why are you writing about last night, anyway? Is this all for your blog? Tell me the name of the site, so I can check out what a bad girl you are."

She continues our conversation with her head in her hands, trying to hide her glowering countenance. The pink ears still give her away. "Yes, I document all of my experiences, but I'm not going to tell you!"

"Oh, please? I'll make it worth your while. I'll let you touch my derrière again? You know you want to," I tease back.

Selena shakes her head. "Haha, no. It'll take more than that to get me to spill anything to someone like you."

I slide down to my knees on the worktop and start dancing like last night, doing a body roll. She blushes again, shyly. I'm pretty sure that this cutesy appearance is fake, and deep down, she's a fox in the bedroom given a chance. I wrap my legs around her shoulders.

"Seriously, how do you not want this?" I ask, cocking my head.

I pick up her hand and stroke it down my chest and stomach, where it lingers as I release my grip. My hand gently strokes her cheek and jaw, then I quickly move in and kiss her. I'm not above seducing someone, and her mouth opening up for my tongue confirms that she's attracted to me. A little bit of teasing never fails.

Remembering we are not alone, I break away. Liam raises an eyebrow at me as he stands, eating some toast and sipping a coffee, but he says nothing. His erection, on the other hand, at witnessing it all says all I need to know.

"Wanna fuck again?" I whisper in her ear before kissing the lobe. "You can have me whenever you want."

She sighs, drawn in from the brief contact. "What about Liam?"

"He's complicated. He'll probably want to watch us first."

I move closer to kiss her neck, and she moans as I leave love bites over her skin, claiming her as my own. She's wearing more of that delicious perfume, which is driving me wild, making me wish to get carried away with her. My hand reaches behind to her zip, and her dress drops to the floor. My mouth kisses down to her breasts, and I flick against her nipples as she continues to sigh at my touch. "Ahh, that feels so good."

Liam leaves briefly but returns with his camera and a condom for me. I lift her up onto the counter with me and lay her down on it, gently. My head moves between her legs, and I kiss her tenderly.

I switch to licking her with my tongue, and her hands grab at my hair and tug in enjoyment. Growing my hair out really does have its benefits. I start to flick her directly, exposing her small, bud-like clit, and deep moans start to fill the room. Her legs shudder against my head as she gasps out as she cums, and I'm rewarded with more of her delicious fluids.

I put on the condom and enter her roughly, lifting her legs over my shoulders so I can get deep. I need to feel myself buried within her as she cries out in ecstasy again. Then cupping my hand, I give her a firm, sharp spank on her shapely buttocks. She gasps out, surprised, but I continue, striking her in time to my thrusts. I look over to Liam, who's watching with hooded eyes, still fully erect, and filming us like his personal show.

"You're such a dirty girl," I say, growling into her ear. "You're getting so wet off of this."

She sighs, but she doesn't respond to me. Instead, she meets my gaze and then kisses me again, closing the short gap between us with her arms around my neck.

"You're not a very good submissive if you keep staring at me like that," I continue to whisper, not wanting Liam to overhear.

I resume spanking, the sound of the slap resonating around us at the same time that I slam into her. Her beautiful eyes continue to delve into mine, and I begin to feel like she's penetrating through me, discovering all of my secrets that I'm still not prepared to reveal. I don't like it one bit.

"You're still staring. Do I need to blindfold you?" Janet, the housekeeper, then walks in, interrupting us. I'm not overly fussed by her anymore, but Selena quickly wraps her hands around her exposed breasts, clearly uncomfortable. I need to move this somewhere else, so I lift her up. "Hold on tight, baby girl."

I carry her upstairs effortlessly, with Liam behind me, then drop her onto the bed. Aroused by watching us, Liam takes my place and begins to fuck her on her back. Instead, I kneel above her, facing Liam, and she starts to suck me, focusing on my frenulum. I brace myself against Liam's shoulder with one hand whilst gently stroking her clit.

Audibly, Liam finishes, and he withdraws, leaving me to explore her with my hands. She's dripping, so I part her, lean forward and lick the delicious wetness away. She cries out as a wave of pleasure flows through her body, and her legs shudder against my head. Panting and tired from what we have done to her, I stop holding back and finish in her mouth. As she swallows, I move to kiss her.

I pull Selena to lie between my legs and rest her head against my chest as I wrap my arms around her and nuzzle her neck. I look over to see Liam putting down his camera, then he joins us, lying on his side. I never thought life could feel like this.

"So, have you decided whether you're going to join us?" Liam asks.

"How would it work?"

"Exactly like this, every single day. We have high sex drives, so this is our everyday," he begins to explain. "I also own some nightclubs, and Matt will be working there, but when we're not busy with that, we do this."

"You spend all day indulging your whims?" Selena lets out a snort. "That seems incredibly decadent."

Liam continues to grow animated. "It is! Don't tell me you're not tempted to spend your days with two men? And it would be fantastic material for your blog."

I remain quiet, but I still hope that Selena will decide to join us. I'd been unsure whether she'd be a good fit with her seeming so innocent. Still, Liam has been showing his softer side around her, and after flicking through her pages, she's much more experienced than I anticipated at first glance. If we can keep the intense side of our relationship to when it's just us, then it should be fine.

"I don't want something casual, though... I'm also looking for someone that I can date."

"Liam said yesterday that this isn't casual. You'd be our girlfriend, polyamorously," I say softly, stroking her cheek. "And we can do dates. Romantic dinners, cinema, and flowers. Anything you want, babe."

She tips her head to look up at me. "Hm, I still think I need more persuasion," she replies, mischievously.

Liam's eyes flash with excitement. It appears we're all happy to go for another round of fun. I slide my arms underneath hers to hold her back and kiss her from above. Liam moves between her legs, and I keep her held firmly against my chest as we kiss her. As Liam makes her climax again, she gasps against my lips.

"What do you say now?" Liam asks, lifting his head up.

She sighs. "I don't know... Persuade me more."

"Then I think we should tie her to the bed until she submits," I reply. As Liam leaves the bed to get the rope, I move to sit on top of her, straddling her lap. I run her hands back down my body, so she feels the taut muscles on my stomach. "How can you be unsure about whether you want this every day?"

"Pleasing two men seems like hard work, and Liam seems a little scary."

"Well, I'm the pain slut, so you don't need to worry about that side of him. We'll be gentle with you... Although you're a dirty girl who loves fisting, hm?"

Her gaze, which has done nothing but return mine, then travels to my arms, on either side of her head, as I pin her down. Barely noticeable last night with the makeup covering it, but now it shines ominously in the sunlight. "Those scars... Was that Liam?"

"I don't want to talk about it," I reply, pulling them away and kissing her again to silence her. This prying will do her no good. The last thing I want to talk about is my past. Even Liam has tactfully avoided it since we brushed over it.

Liam walks over, grinning as he brings his rope, interrupting her from pressing further. I roll her onto her stomach and hold her down as he binds her arms together behind her back. He proceeds down to her legs and binds her thighs to her calves in a kneeling position, making the most of her flexibility and endurance. I then place a blindfold over her eyes.

"What's your safeword?" he asks.

"Aliens," she replies instantly.

Liam looks at me with surprise on his face. "Bit of a sci-fi theme going on here..." he mutters.

"Mine's spaceship," I whisper into her ear.

"Give me a number between one and twenty," Liam demands from me.

"Twenty. She's been very naughty by leading us on." I lean over her back and keep her legs parted with my arms as he spanks her, gentler than he'd do with me. She lets out a small yelp with every strike, and I can't keep my eyes off her beautiful face. "Now are you going to say yes?"

"Nope," she says, flashing a smile.

"That sounds like another twenty." He spanks her again, and I watch this time as her bottom becomes rosy beneath his touch. She doesn't make a sound. Instead, she gently pants and her cheeks flush as I turn back to her. "Do you want another round, baby girl?"

"Mm-hm," she responds as I stroke her beautiful, soft hair.

I rest my arm on her arse, and lightly, I spank her pussy with my cupped hand. She gasps out with a long, erotic moan. "You seem to like it like that. Again?"

"Yes, Sir!"

I slap slightly harder in a row, and increasingly I feel her become wet against my palm as I pull away. I climb off the bed and remove a suede flogger from the rack with further punishment in mind as Liam continues making her moan.

He moves over to give me space as I return, then picks up his camera and gives me a smug look. This is exactly what he wished to witness when I agreed to take part. I gently caress with the falls, dragging them over her shoulders, arms and up her inner leg. As I stroke along her sex, she sighs and relaxes, murmuring with increasing pleasure at the delicate touch. With a flick of my wrist, I gently strike her between the legs and gradually build up the intensity as she gasps out for me. Liam hands me a crop, guiding me further, then drags her to the edge of the bed on her back.

"Don't forget the safe word," Liam says, reminding her as he fastens her bound legs apart to the bedposts.

Selena pants before me, nude and with her cunt fully exposed and accessible. The smallest of things had caused her embarrassment, but at this moment she no longer blushes. Instead, she licks her lower lip in anticipation with both areolae stiffened into excited peaks. I take a moment to appreciate the rise and fall of her shapely breasts as she lightly pants upon the bed, before my attention drops upon her more intimate anatomy. I strike with the crop, directly to her labia, and she lets out a muffled squeal. I pause, giving her time to decide if she wants more as she calms her breathing, but she doesn't use her safeword. I continue with the strikes to her engorged clit, pausing between and watching as she squirms at each one and cries out. I stroke downward, and the crop comes away, covered in her satiny liquid, which I lick clean before pushing it within her slit.

"Uhh!" She bucks against the leather spreading through her, vocalising with ragged breaths as it plunges deeper. She definitely gets off on being treated meanly as I toy with her, fucking her with the implement, and the quick glimpse of her previous sex life has given me plenty of ideas. I hand the crop to Liam as I withdraw it, then lubricate my hand. I slide a finger inside and revel in the warmth of her gloriously wet cunt.

Liam resumes to strike her bottom and inner thighs with the tool, and she begins to moan and open up further for me, until I'm close to getting my whole hand in. I continue to fuck her with my hand, and she starts crying out with deep pleasure. Moments later, she tightens around me as she orgasms and covers my hand with more of her delicious juices.

"Safeword?" Liam asks, but there's no response. It's time to end the play.

Liam unfastens the rope immediately, and I cuddle up to her, pressing the warmth of my body against her back to provide comfort whilst he gets her a hot drink. I stroke her hair while she sleeps, exhausted by us.

"You've been such a good girl, Selena," I murmur. She's much kinkier than I gave her credit for, and an incredibly good fit for me both sexually and personality-wise.

"Are you falling for her?" Liam asks quietly, standing behind me.

He places the mug down next to the bed as I turn around to talk to him. "Don't tell me you're feeling jealous? You know I have enough love to go around, and this was entirely your idea."

"Just don't forget that I come first!"

I can't help teasing him back. "You might want to keep that quiet. You sound like you don't last long."

His hand clamps over my mouth, and immediately, I regret my smart mouth. It just rolled out too quickly off my tongue.

"Stop being so cocky. I will put you in your place, Sub!" Adrenaline floods through me, alighting my desire as his face explodes with anger. I want him to retaliate, missing the attention and still full of energy, so I lick his hand, deliberately taunting him further. He let's go. "I've clearly been too soft on you recently. You're a brat."

"So are you gonna punish this bad boy?" I tease back.

I stick out my tongue, and Liam's face twitches. He seizes me by the jaw and then shoves me down beneath him. His hand reaches to my neck as he sits over me, and he restricts my breathing, lowering his voice to a hiss. "I'm going to make you wish you'd not done that, Lover."

The pressure is removed, and I gasp for breath, incredibly turned on by him exerting his strength over me. He then drags me out of bed and carries me to the bathroom, picking up some handcuffs from the rack on the way.

Dumping me immediately into the bath, he cuffs my hands to the taps and plugs the drain. He then turns on the cold water and fills the tub until it's nearly up to my neck. I tense my muscles to sit as upright as possible, and smile at him. I love him most when he gets into his dom space and fully embraces his innate nature.

His foot presses down on my chest, and I quickly hold my breath before I'm submerged and entirely at his mercy. The thrill of surrendering control and being unable to stop him excites me. He removes the pressure from his foot, and as I splutter and gasp for air, his hands tangle into my hair.

"Don't ever forget that your life is in my hands," he threatens.

"Yes, Master," I reply, feeling myself becoming aroused.

He then repeats the process of holding me under the water several times as he displays his dominance over me. I feel painfully cold and shiver as he pulls me back up again before plunging me immediately under.

Selena walks in and interrupts us. "This is really dangerous!" she cries out.

"Yes," Liam responds simply. He shoves me back under, holding me beneath the water slightly longer than the previous times. I start to struggle and kick my legs to signal him. The pressure is removed instantly, and he yells in my face. "Who's in charge here, slut?"

"You, Master," I whisper, panting for breath.

He unlocks the cuffs, then hurries out of the room, which isn't like him at all. We usually had sex following this. I sit up and rub my wrists, unfulfilled and horny for more.

"Are you okay?" Selena asks, looking concerned. "Liam seemed terrifying just then."

"I'm fine," I say, climbing out of the bath and grabbing a towel to dry off. "Don't worry about me. He only does what I've consented to and I can safe out whenever I want."

Her arms wrap around my neck, still offering me misplaced comfort. "How can you when you're under the water like that? He could have killed you!"

"Have you never done edgeplay? You know, risk-aware consensual kink?" She shakes her head at me, so I continue, "Well, I trust Liam as my dominant to know my limits and keep me safe. If I'm gagged or unable to speak, I can use agreed hand gestures, or in this case, my legs."

"I think I'm going to head home," she says, looking away uncertainly.

I immediately get a bad feeling as I follow her into the playroom, where she picks up her discarded handbag. "So, have you made your decision yet? Should we expect to see you next weekend?"

"I don't know. I really like you, but Liam scares me a bit. Can I have your number in case I have any questions?"

"Yes, sure thing." She hands over her phone, and I put in my number, but I can't help my growing disappointment. I thought we had a fun time together, but perhaps I imagined the connection. My next words to her need to count. "On my life, I assure you that Liam is serious about safe words and consent, but have a think about it. We can wait."

"Thanks. It was really nice to meet you," she says, returning the mobile to her bag.

I raise her hand to my lips. "And I was very glad to meet you. Even if you don't want to play with us again, you'll be able to find me at Club Indigo. Friday night is ladies' night, and I'll give you a private show if you want. No charge."

"Is one of Liam's clubs a strip club? That's very tempting..."

"Good. I want to tempt you to meet us again. I had fun playing with you," I reply with a smile and a seductive huskiness to my voice, as Jacob taught me. "And you'll always know where you can find us if you're not ready."

We walk down to the kitchen to get her clothes. They're neatly folded on the counter, tidied up by Janet. She pulls the dress over her head, and I do up the zip for her.

"I'd better go. It's getting late, and I have my assignments to get on with," she sighs as my fingers brush her neckline. "Do you have the details of a taxi company to drive me to the station?"

"Ah, I assumed you drove here. I can give you a lift if you'd like? It'll only take me a few minutes to get dressed. Just wait here, and I'll be back in a sec."

Selena beams happily. "Really? That's very kind of you."

I race upstairs and quickly pull on some jeans and a shirt. I'm excited to talk to her some more, and with any luck, I'll build on the connection I'm feeling towards her during the drive.

"I'll be back soon!" I shout out to Liam, wherever he disappeared off to.

Selena is already waiting in the hallway, and I grin at her as I pick up my car keys. She follows me out the door, and then we walk down the driveway to my car. I don't miss an opportunity to make a good impression on her by opening the passenger door before climbing into the driver's seat.

"You know I didn't expect you to have a car like this?" she says, examining the interior. Her nose wrinkles. "It's kinda boy, racer-y."

"Wow! How dare you insult my car. I'm nineteen. Most guys my age drive something like a Ford Fiesta," I laugh, fully expecting the comment. Second-hand from Justin, who thrashed it with a subwoofer cut into the boot parcel shelf and a go-faster stripe, I admit it's got the vibe. "Also, Liam is the one with money, not me."

Selena doesn't hesitate to poke fun. "So you don't drive like a maniac?"

I stare at her, shocked at being called out. "...No. I'm not that bad, not anymore anyway. I haven't done a wheel spin in at least a year."

She looks at my face curiously and meets my gaze again. "You don't seem as young as nineteen? You seem experienced? As if you've seen some stuff in your life already?"

"Well, I'm definitely experienced in some things," I reply, trying to remain impassive, before smirking at her. "Nice, dirty, 'I'll be the best you've ever had' type of things. So the station? Where do you live? I could take you straight home if you wanted?"

Selena lets it slide. "If you don't mind. I live in the dormitories at the university..."

I immediately know it with a sinking feeling in my stomach. I heard her mention the name last night while talking with everyone else. "Oh, the one you spoke about yesterday? Sure thing."

I pull out of the driveway and head towards her university, twenty miles away. At least we'll have enough time to talk without it becoming awkward.

She remains chatty. "You seem really friendly and easy-going. I wouldn't have expected you to be, you know..."

I smile, taking a quick glance at her. "A weirdo?"

"Haha, not the words I was going to use. Is it bad if I say I like you more than Liam?" she says, continuing to blurt out everything.

"Um, it's probably best that Liam doesn't hear you say that... But I'm okay with being strange."

"I know, I'm sorry. It's really mean of me, especially when you care about him," she says, thankfully understanding. "You seem extremely close."

"He's helped me. I wasn't in a good place when I met him, but he's managed to pull me back together," I say, volunteering a few details she should be aware of to make an informed decision. "Actually, I have a daughter out there somewhere. My ex left me, and I don't know where she went, so he's promised to support me through it. Liam seems like the more attractive one now, doesn't he?"

"That sounds really tough, and I'm sorry to hear about it, but I still like you more."

I laugh to lighten the mood. "Well, I guess it makes me happy to hear you say that. And don't worry, I won't tell Liam."

We arrive at the university. It's the same one Louise had attended briefly, and I park up to drop her off. She leans over and kisses me gently on the cheek, then, without another word, she steps out.

I watch her as she saunters away, then waves both her arms goodbye from a distance, knowing I haven't been able to rip my eyes off her. I hope we get to hear from her again, but it's a huge decision for her. We're proposing a highly unconventional relationship, and as much as she seems to enjoy the sex, it's different to become emotionally involved.

I drive back to Liam. He's probably going to be mad that I left and kept him waiting, but I really enjoyed talking to Selena and making sure she got home safely.

As I unlock the front door, I loudly call out to him, ready to return to where we left off. "Liam? I'm back!"

He doesn't answer, so I go upstairs to the playroom. He isn't here, so I try his bedroom next and find him in bed sleeping. His body feels hot to the touch as I lie next to him, and sweat is beading on his forehead. He groans as I brush his damp hair back. "I don't feel too great."

I run downstairs, then search through the cabinets for some paracetamol, pour him a glass of water, and return to his side. He drains the glass alongside the painkillers before settling back down.

I gently stroke his hair to comfort him as he falls asleep, then I cuddle up against his back. It seems he's become ill suddenly, and I feel a little bad for not being back sooner to take care of him as I should. My phone starts vibrating in my pocket, so I answer it.

"Thank you for giving me a lift today. I hope Liam didn't give you a hard time," Selena says.

"You're more than welcome. Liam's sick, though, so I'm taking care of him now. It's probably some bug or something," I whisper quietly, trying to not disturb Liam. "I'm really sorry if you get it."

"Would you come and nurse me better if I did?"

"Haha! I wouldn't mind playing Doctors and Nurses even if you're not ill. I'd give you a whole-body examination for a start," I tease, before becoming serious. "Does that mean you've decided to see us?"

"Ah, I'm still deciding..."

"Really? Do you need to check out the goods again?"

She laughs hysterically. "Oh, my god. Are you gonna send a dick pic?"

"Well, I was going to ask if you wanted to meet up again, no strings attached. But, if you want a pic, I'm happy to oblige, as long as you give me something in return. Give me that link to your blog."

I await her response hopefully. "That's all? I thought you'd want a dirty picture too!"

"I wouldn't say no to one of those as well if you're feeling generous?"

"Nope, I'll give you my blog link, and that's all."

The link comes through as a text message. I get out of bed, grab the camera from the playroom first, then walk to the computer in Liam's study. Her blog is simple in design, but she's been quite active and far more experienced than I had first thought. I browse to the beginning and read about her first experience of trying softcore bondage. It's similar to my first time with fluffy handcuffs, a blindfold and no real pain involved.

Feeling rather naughty as I glance through her provocative pictures, I pick up the camera and take several photographs as I play with myself. I leave my mobile on speakerphone so she can hear me. "What's your email, baby?"

"It's on my website. Are you normally this dirty?" she asks, giggling at the catch in my breath. I send the photos to her as an attachment. If they end up online, then so be it. It isn't a huge deal to me. "Oh, I just got them. Can I use one on my blog? How big are you anyway?"

"Mm-hm. Do whatever you like," I reply as I feel my pleasure increase. "But do you think I'd measure something like that?"

She doesn't skip a beat. "Yes!"

"I'm eight inches... six-inch girth..." I respond, before realising I should elaborate that I'm not that vain. "My ex-Mistress measured... Ah!"

I speed up, continuing to run my hand over my cock firmly as I scan through more of her photos, using my pre-cum as lubricant. As I peak, I reach out for some tissues, then moan quietly as I ejaculate.

I tidy up, not even feeling embarrassed about Selena hearing me after everything we've done together. I really should have asked her for some dirty pictures in return so she could have reciprocated. I get back to her blog, which is a gold mine of information. There's another entry about getting involved in impact play with some boyfriend she had, but, interestingly, I find references to Yaoi and images of some characters further down.

She's interested in homoerotic fiction. I've hit the jackpot, and I can use this to torment her. "So, you like Yaoi? Did you get off on watching Liam and me together?"

"Ah, shit! I forgot that was on there. Maybe?"

"Then, I don't know what you've got to think about, you dirty girl. This is a dream come true, surely with two hot guys being all over each other and willing to share it with you?" She says nothing else to my teasing, so I back off from cornering her. "Anyway, I'd better be going because I'm neglecting Liam. Call me if you want to meet up again."

As I hang up, I browse to the end of her blog. The entry was from the other day, talking about how she had been invited to a kinky party by someone named James. I want to speak to him. I'm wondering whether he had us in mind when he invited her.

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Liam is still unwell three days later, but the fever has finally eased off. Fed up with me being too affectionate and smothering him with attention, he decides to head out to the garden to read a book in the sunshine, putting space between us.

Left by myself and bored, I log on to the computer and check out Selena's blog. She hasn't updated it yet, but she's been swamped with assignments. I had hoped to hear what she thought about the time she spent with us, so I decide to call her.

I try to come across as cheerful and upbeat as she picks up. "Hey! How are you?"

"I'm ill! I've been in bed since yesterday!" she responds, sounding tired.

"Oh shit! Do you want me to come over and check your temperature?" I ask. "Liam's sick of me looking after him, so he's now ignoring me."

"Well, I wouldn't get annoyed with you. Maybe Doctor Matt could come here?"

"I'll need permission first. Let me ask," I respond, walking back downstairs to find Liam. "Call you back soon."

I stroll up the slope to his favourite place and find him sitting on the bench quietly. Briefly, he looks up to acknowledge me, but he turns back to what he's reading, then flicks a page.

"What is it, Matt?" he growls, annoyed with being disturbed. "I didn't want to be bothered today."

"I'm feeling a bit lonely... Do you mind if I go out?"

He glances back up. "Do what you want. Have you heard from Selena yet?"

"Actually, she just let me know she's been feeling unwell too." I grow uncomfortable, knowing I'm asking for consensual infidelity. "But only if it's okay?"

"You obviously want to, but don't forget to use a condom. You're fluid-bonded to me and only me."

I feel annoyed by the dismissal. Something seems to be up with Liam, but I can tell he doesn't want to talk about it. I decide to head out and drop by a pharmacy on the way to Selena's to pick up protection and medication.

I find somewhere to park, then send her a text message. "I'm outside x."

She sends me her full address within seconds, but annoyingly, it takes me a while to find it because I don't know which block it's in. I knock on the door, and she opens it, wearing shorts and a vest top. Her hair is messily tied up in a bun, but even when she's sick, she's attractive.

She bursts into laughter, seeing me flustered and panting for breath from sprinting. "Why hello, doctor!"

"I think we need to do an examination stat!" I respond, grinning.

She giggles and tugs me by the hand to her bedroom. Her roommate is sitting on the settee, playing a video game. "Don't forget, I can hear you!" she yells out.

The door shuts behind us. The room is tiny with a single bed, as expected for student digs. One wall is covered in Yaoi posters, but I find a few women too amongst the nude, bound men, with huge tits, interestingly. The rest of the room is covered in band posters, which I scan. I recognise a few names.

"Wow, the problem is bigger than I thought!" I whistle, spotting the scantily clad figurines on her shelving unit. "Lie on the bed. I need to thoroughly check that everything is okay."

She lies down smiling, blushing cutely at me. I unfasten the button and zip on her shorts and pull them down. She's wearing pink underwear with a cartoon cat on it. I remove them, grinning at her.

"What's the condition?" she asks.

"Female hysteria," I reply, smirking as I toss her panties away.

I pull her to my mouth and lift her up by placing a pillow beneath her arse. Her fingers grip her bedding as pleasure courses through her as I kiss her and then use my tongue to trace her opening.

"Oh my god!" she moans, folding her arms over her face. Her body trembles beneath me.

"Say my name, babe, when you cum," I whisper.

I use the tip of my tongue to increase the intensity and push back her hood. As I suck, she bucks beneath me and sighs, getting off on what I'm doing.

"Oh, Matt! Mm," she cries out, loud enough for her friend to hear.

As she continues to ride her wave, I lift her up and pull off her vest, then deftly undo the clasps on her bra. With her gorgeous breasts exposed, I place my head against her chest to hear her heart.

"Still seems good. Let me check your mouth," I say as I stroke her bottom lip with my thumb. I lick her lips, and she parts for me with a gasp. "Mm, definitely hysteria. More orgasms are needed."

I pull a condom out of the packet in my pocket and remove my jeans and underwear. Before I even have a chance to put the condom on, she kneels and starts to suck me.

"Oh, babe, that feels so good," I say, sighing. Liam hasn't touched me in days.

My hand strokes her hair affectionately as she licks along my length, then takes me further into her mouth. I'm tempted to cum into her mouth, but I stop her to put on the condom. I guide her to sit on me. "You really are big," she exclaims.

"Don't stoke my ego too much. Now ride me. Use my cock as your toy." She reddens as I stroke her cheek. Then she moves her hips and starts to lean back, giving me the most fantastic view of her gorgeous pussy. "You're really sexy."

My hands slide to rest on her hips, and I use my thumb to caress her, building up her pleasure as my own rises. I lean forward and kiss her breasts, then her neck, covering the fading love bites with new ones. I desperately want her to join us, and I hope that every time she sees the marks in the mirror, she'll be reminded of everything that's happened.

After we cum together, we cuddle up in the small bed, with her between my legs, facing each other. I'm definitely infatuated by her smouldering eyes, wild red hair and her comely body that reacts to my every touch. Sex with her is extremely satisfying, yet leaves me wanting more.

"Have you made your decision?" I ask, stroking her hair. "Or do you still need more time? Do you not enjoy the sex?"

"I do. You're great, and if this were just a relationship between you and me, then I'd say yes in an instant."

"Liam is part of the package. You clearly like this though..." I say, pointing to her posters.

"Liam is hot! He's definitely attractive to me, and what he did when I was tied up felt so good. I'm just a bit nervous around him after seeing him with you in the bathroom... He doesn't seem to be playing around."

"I can talk to him, but maybe you need to chat with him some more? I promise you he won't do anything on your hard limits and he will only explore things if you want to. The only thing is I'll also be your dom. How do you feel about that?"

"I'm fine with you spanking me. You've been nothing more than a puppy so far."

I smirk, remembering how I blindfolded her. She never knew which of us did what. "You think so? I'm the one who was fisting you and used the crop on you."

Selena's face drops and she starts stammering in surprise, "T-that was you? I thought it was Liam."

"Nope, I played with you the most, and it will mostly be me doing those kinds of things." I pause briefly, giving her a chance to interrupt. "Liam wants to watch us together..."

She looks at me hopefully. "Well, I enjoyed that. Can I see you again before I make my decision?"

"You can see me at the strip club, but I can't do this again without Liam. It's not fair to him," I reply sadly. "As I said, the package is for both of us. This is a one-off visit, Selena."

I return home two hours later, after sleeping with Selena several more times. I really like her and find her easy to talk to, but I don't know if she'll choose to see us again. Unfortunately, she clearly has a favourite, which will be a problem in the relationship we are offering. Liam is the one I love, and he will always come first.

Liam is already in bed when I walk through the door. I quickly shower, not wanting to subject him to the lingering scent of Selena on my body. I return to the bedroom, towelling my hair dry.

"So did you fuck Selena?" he asks.

"Yes, Liam. I also asked her if she'd made her mind up." I glance at him sulking within the covers. "Are you alright?"

"I'm wondering whether I'm a monster. I could have killed you so many times. I don't understand why I enjoy putting you in danger. Why do I have to be like this?"

I sit beside him and stroke his hair affectionately. I don't care if I get told off or punished for trying to give him reassurance. "You're not a monster. You only do what I've allowed you to do. We both know I enjoy it just as much as you do."

"Then, we're both sick..." he spits out angrily. "Selena isn't sure because she's scared of me... I saw her face. I ruined our entire plans because I couldn't keep it together!"

I should come clean with what she said, but I'm afraid to hurt his feelings more. "No, we're not, and we're hurting no one but ourselves. It's just a lot for her to take in. It's not conventional."

He rolls his eyes. "Matt, don't lie. She was horrified when she saw me half-drowning you."

"We'll give her time to process it. I explained to her that it was all consensual. And if she decides not to take it further, then so what? We'll find someone else."

"What would you do if she said she just wanted you?" he asks, hitting close again to the truth I got out of her. "Maybe you're better off with someone like her?"

"I would turn her down because I love you. Now pull your shit together. You're showing weakness, and I might decide to take advantage," I taunt, ruffling his hair.

Liam turns to glare at me, with a menacing glow flashing across his sullen eyes. The sadist I love is still there, albeit a little more subdued from his momentary weakness. "Don't ever think you'll be able to take advantage of me, Sub!"