“He was dying. Jealous lovers screaming at each other with all those newbies standing around watching? It wasn’t the first impression of BDSM that he wanted to give them.” Troy’s lips twitched at the memory.
“So Troy pulled me against him and somewhere in there called me a brat and said he should teach me a lesson, or something like that. I might have egged him on a bit. Ben was watching all our drama and just stood there while we hollered at each other. I think he understood what was happening faster than we did, really. I was nearly panting, I was so turned on. Troy looked like every bratty sub’s fantasy.” Oliver leaned back against the seat, fanning himself dramatically.
“Between how turned on he made me and how frustrated I was, I couldn’t think.” Troy leaned over and gave Oliver a kiss. “Ben stepped in at that point and asked us if we wanted to talk things out or if we needed to separate.”
“I yelled something about how I wasn’t going anywhere because I wasn’t going to leave my Dom with anyone else.” Oliver’s smile turned wicked. “Ben said that if Troy was my Dom, then I was going to have to behave or Troy would have to punish me. Well, I egged both of them on because by that point, all I could think of was going over his lap. God, that was so hot.”
“I sat down and pulled him over my lap. Gave him a good lecture about screaming at me in public and explained we were both going to talk. Then Ben talked us through Oliver’s first spanking, making sure we were both safe, but also using it as a teaching experience for the newbies. I think some of them thought it was a planned demo, but it turned out all right in the end.”
“All right is an understatement. It was so hot, I came all over his lap.” Oliver shivered at the memory. “Then he had to punish me again later for that.”
Bryce shook his head. “Ben never said anything about it.”
“I think he was trying to keep us from losing it again at the club. Once we started talking and explaining what we wanted and needed out of a relationship, things improved. We learned to be honest with what we were thinking.” Oliver looked over at Bryce with a loving expression on his face. “We both realized how much I liked the exhibitionist part of what had happened and started talking about adding a third to our relationship pretty quickly after that.”
“Having the club helps, but we both enjoy having another with us, and it satisfies the part of Oliver that likes to be watched and to see me with someone else. That was one of the things he hadn’t wanted to tell me about. He was afraid of how it would sound, but it wasn’t something that bothered me.” Troy was watching Bryce as they explained, but he couldn’t tell what the other man was thinking. Did he get it? “It fits us. We like playing, but what we really want is a permanent person in our life. Another lover or boyfriend, whatever you want to call it.”
Bryce took a sip of his drink. He seemed to be rolling things around in his head before speaking. The silence wasn’t long, but it was heavy. “Did you talk about a switch, or were you thinking of another sub or Dom?”
“It’s not like ordering a hamburger.” Oliver snorted, breaking the tension. “We just talked about meeting someone. Finding a guy that would fit with us, someone we could love.”
Some of Bryce’s tension seemed to fade. Had he thought they were just looking for a switch and he fit the bill? They’d been watching him for a while, and maybe he needed to understand that. “We noticed you a few months ago. You were doing a flogging demo and—”
“And it was so hot we had the best sex ever.” Oliver sighed, giving Bryce a heated look. “Best. Night. Ever.”
The waiter came back over with their food before Bryce could find his voice. Troy was just glad the guy hadn’t come a few seconds earlier. They’d eaten there enough in the past that the restaurant knew to automatically seat them in the back where the tables were more spaced out. Their booth was round and fairly private, set back in the corner, which was a good thing for them.
By the time the food was passed out and the waiter left, Bryce had managed to sort through everything they’d told him. “I saw you that night. You made it hard to concentrate on the guy I was flogging. We weren’t together, it was just for the demo, but even after we were done and I was making sure he was alright, you were still on my mind.”
“I told Troy that we were going to have to thank you. He thought that would be kind of tacky, but now it seems fine. So, thank you.” Oliver beamed, pleased to be able to tease both of them at the same time.
“You’re welcome. It seems like you owe me, though.” Bryce’s words dripped with sex, sending a shiver through Oliver.
“Oh, yes.” Oliver nodded, his mind obviously whirling with naughty thoughts.
“Eat your dinner.” Troy looked over at Bryce, cocking one eyebrow and giving him a stern look. “Don’t encourage him.”
“Is that how this would work?”
Troy wasn’t following the change in topic, but Oliver got it right away. He nodded, swallowing a bite he’d taken. “Yes. He gets all bossy with both of us, but you both get to be all sexy and take charge with me.” Oliver gave him wide Bambi eyes and shrugged like he was confused. “He says I’m a handful, but I just don’t see it.”
Bryce laughed. “I can see it.” Then he looked over to Troy and started playing with his pasta. “I’m just not sure how it would all work.”
Troy glanced around and, seeing they were fairly isolated in the back of the restaurant, turned back to Bryce, wanting to answer honestly. “I think it’s going to have to be something you experience and not simply something we talk about. It’s one thing for me to say that I want to dominate you in the bedroom while you’re spanking Oliver, but I’m not sure you’ll believe it or really understand it until we’re actually doing it.”
Pushing the ravioli around on his plate, Troy tried to think of what else he needed to say. “In everyday life, I don’t need multiple submissives. Oliver isn’t exactly a full-time sub, but we probably lean more toward that end of the scale.”
“He wants someone to share the burden that is Oliver-the-sub, not someone else to boss around all the time.” Oliver leaned back in the seat, hand dramatically draped over his forehead like a bad stage actor, then grinned, taking the sting out of the teasing statement.
“Basically,” Troy said dryly.
Bryce snorted his laughter and choked on the bite of alfredo he’d just put into his mouth. After swallowing and taking a few sips of his drink, he seemed more relaxed. “I’m getting the picture. I still think that nothing beats firsthand knowledge, so that’s still important.”
Troy let another smile escape. Between Bryce’s not-so-subtle flirting and Oliver’s dramatic “Yes,” it looked like their evening was about to get more interesting. He glanced over and gave Oliver a tight look. “Behave.”
Oliver gave him a pretty pout, then bit his lower lip enticingly. “I’m sorry, Sir.” He tilted his head, giving Bryce a shy look. “Sirs.”
“Oh, you’re a handful.” Bryce didn’t seem to mind, though.
