SWITCHING STRUGGLES

Leandra vane

Charlotte held Nate’s wrists together, his warm pulse thumping against the pads of her thumbs. The hum of conversation and snapping of whips across the dungeon faded away as he kneeled before her. She had topped Nate in the past, but now they were waiting on James, who had been Nate’s Dominant over the past year. It was going to be a mindfuck scene—no restraints, just Charlotte holding Nate’s wrists, and she was more than willing to fill the role.

Charlotte noticed Nate was trembling, and she sensed it wasn’t from anticipation. She was about to ask him what was wrong when Nate forced his hands apart and pushed her back. A second pair of hands clasped around Charlotte’s wrists, capturing them above her head.

James’s voice sounded above her, his words crisp and defined. “Nathan, please inform Charlotte what is taking place.”

Nate’s gaze sharpened in attention and his body shrank into his submissive demeanor.

“So…sticking to the parameters of the struggle scene you negotiated last month, Ian considered the names on the list and has appointed James and me to help him. I’ll be acting on behalf of my Master who will be giving me commands in order to complete the scene Sir Ian has requested. Since we’re in the dungeon your safewords are red, yellow, and green. Sir Ian informed us that, knowing you, the F word will also suffice as green. Is there anything you need before the scene begins?”

“Fuck off you fucking traitor,” Charlotte spat.

Nate nodded. “Good to go, then.”

“Thank you, Nathan,” James said. “Now get out of the way. I will let you know when I need you.”

Nate backed away and kneeled. “Yes, Sir.”

Charlotte’s nostrils flared as heat, excitement, and arousal seized her all at once. A primal fight-or-flight urged her muscles to tighten and made her fingers tingle.

Warmth flourished on Charlotte’s ear as James whispered to her, “You get a five-second head start. I suggest you make the most of it.”

James dropped her and Charlotte caught herself with her palms flat on the carpet. Charlotte launched back up but she only managed four or five steps before James crashed behind her, seized her arms, and immobilized her flight.

“Nathan. Shoes.”

As her flats were pulled off and tossed aside, Charlotte caught a glimpse of her rose-red-painted toenails.

“Shirt.”

Nate carefully began to unfasten Charlotte’s shirt. His breath was shaky, along with his fingers. James quickly grew impatient.

“If you can’t be faster, my pet, I’m not going to let you help anymore.”

Nate grimaced, but clutched the fabric in his hands and tugged, the snaps flying open, and he forced the shirt down around her shoulders.

Nate then reached around and unclasped her bra with an ease that was admirable considering how much Charlotte was writhing and reminding him what things she could do to him in revenge for his treachery.

James had to rearrange his hold on her to get the rest of her clothes off. His warm hands cupped her plumped muscles, holding her firm against her best efforts to get away. Nate unbuttoned her jeans and peeled them off along with her panties. With James’s arms wrapped around her and Nate’s hands on her bare skin, Charlotte began the blissful descent into subspace.

The two men dragged her naked through the maze of players to a massage table near the back of the dungeon. Her tits bounced ferociously as she made the most of her permission to struggle. Despite her screaming and thrashing, she was lifted onto the table and held in place.

A single glance stopped Charlotte’s hopeless protests with a gasp.

Ian strolled over to them, his long hair pulled back, a sharp suit transforming him from the peaceful, laid-back guy that everyone else knew. But as he towered over her, she knew Sir Ian was vexed by her show of being the loudest person in the dungeon that night.

Charlotte prepared herself for a lecture, but he remained resolutely silent.

Ian ran a hand over her jawline and his thumb slipped over her bottom lip. She nipped at it and for a moment he let his guard down. Charlotte sucked his thumb into her mouth. She rolled her hot tongue over his thumb and pushed out her lips, brazenly locking eyes with him, knowing how much it turned him on and how he knew she was still defiantly testing his authority.

When he pulled his hand away, she expected a swift retaliation, but none came. Instead, he placed the tips of two fingers firmly on her sternum and slowly brought them down her abdomen, around her navel, and through the coarse coils of her pubic hair. He nudged her legs apart and directed the other men around her where to hold her. His voice was far away now, and he made it a point to show he wasn’t talking to her. About her, yes, but not to her.

Ian wasn’t going to use restraints, or blindfolds, or even commands. The three of them were going to hold her down and he was going to do to her what he saw fit.

Charlotte’s mind danced in a jagged waltz. Had she seen any toys stored under the massage table? Did James or Nate have room on them to hide floggers? Was Ian going to take off his own belt to use on her?

The possibilities dissolved in her mind as she gave in to the sensations of hands on her body, the divine pressure on her wrists, her ankles. Her legs were pried apart and a strong hold braced her thighs, opening her for all to see.

Ian’s two fingertips returned, plunging deep into her wet cunt. He began to thrust and caress and unravel her with his simple touch.

With every move or spasm of her muscles, the men’s strong hands held her in place. As she gasped and whimpered, tears pricked the corners of her eyes. She surrendered and allowed herself to be turned inside out by her love for them, the complete trust she held toward these men to let them do this to her.

With that, she found the molten center of subspace and vulnerability. It wasn’t orgasm, but it was a release she’d been needing for a long time. When she resurfaced, her body was limp and the hands were holding her up rather than holding her down, supporting her, helping her sit up.

Charlotte was trembling all over, drunk on subspace and adrenaline. A blanket was wrapped around her shoulders. She saw Nate was sitting on the edge of the bench with her. She blinked, realizing the scene had been for him, too.

As their tops went to fetch some water, Charlotte drew Nate close to her, nuzzling her face to his.

“I fucking love you; don’t forget it,” she said, and felt him smile against her cheek. After a moment, she nudged him away. “But don’t think I won’t give you a punishment for your betrayal.”

Nate’s smile only widened.

“Yes, Mistress,” he said. “I did my best to earn a good one.”