Chapter 9

Joel

Wow.

Orgasming with other people just kept getting better and better.

Master Dean was even Master and didn't look worried.

No, he looked very confident as he raised one eyebrow. "Is that the right response to my question?"

He was so good at that.

"If you keep doing that I'm going to come again." Dean really was incredible at making me feel so good. "When you glare and do the eyebrow thing you make me feel naughty."

"You were." His dry response had my penis trying to get everyone's attention again. "I'm fairly confident that one of the main rules you listed off not too long ago was no cum in the kitchen."

Possibly.

"It seemed like a good idea at the time, but I must not have thought it through all the way." Yes, more consideration was necessary. "I'm going to need time to re-evaluate that one."

Tate was shaking and barely holding back his laughter behind me, so it was Dean and his frown that I knew I needed to keep my eye on. "Does it count if I'm wearing undies? See? I didn't even think to ask that question."

Looking down between us, I thought about the question. "I haven't gotten cum on the floor, but I think I'd really like it if someone told me I was naughty for making my undies dirty. Undies. Not briefs, please."

Communication.

It was important to make sure I got exactly what I wanted.

My mother had always said it was for dates and dinners and to make sure Tate picked up his socks, but I was starting to wonder if she realized it could be used for more than her slightly narrow list.

Dean's lips twitched.

Yes!

"Your little cutie made a mess, didn't it?" Dean's low tone and sexy question sent a shiver through me. "Your undies are dirty, slut."

Oh, wow.

That'd been even better than I'd expected.

"Naughty boys who orgasm in the kitchen should probably be spanked." Yep, that was what my friends online had said so it had to be true.

Tate kissed my head in a very not right now kind of way, so I sighed even before he started talking. "Stop being so dramatic. I want to spank you the first time when you're still hard and desperate for an orgasm. I'm pretty sure that will be the best way to make it perfect for you."

I hated it when he was logical.

"Fine." He probably wasn't wrong, but I didn't have to like it.

"You two just see the world differently sometimes." Dean was shaking his head, but there was a sparkle in his eyes that said he wanted to laugh. "But I would have to agree with the when to give a first spanking decision. Everything I read said that would be the best option for a funishment spanking."

Oh.

That was a good reminder of something we needed to address before anyone got seriously interested in making my bottom pretty. I didn't think they'd get upset but it was important so I didn't get distracted. "I don't believe in corporal punishments for correcting behavior. My behavior or someone else's. My bottom is only for happy heat."

I could quote them the studies on why I was right, but luckily for all of us, they didn't make me lecture them.

"Never." Dean's eyes went wide and he shook his head. "If we can't talk it out, no matter what it is, then we're idiots."

Tate chuckled. "Okay, no punishment spankings, but let's not say we're idiots if we can't talk it out. That's just when we get professional help or figure out a different way to explain what the problem is."

Interesting.

Dean thought so too because as I turned in Tate's arms, Dean's head cocked and he stared thoughtfully at Tate.

Tate laughed, shaking his head at both of us. "Therapists? Counselor? Shrink? If we've gotten to the point where something is fucking with our relationship, we find someone to talk about it with. I can't be the only person whose family does the whole get-counseling-when-you-need-it thing."

Yes.

"My parents seem to think that communication fixes everything and strangers make them nervous." I wasn't sure I agreed with that completely because I didn't care about strangers. It was the people I had to talk to all the time that drove me crazy.

"Um, my family is still living in like the eighties or something." Dean shrugged, not really worried about it. "They mean well, but they're not incredible when it comes to mental health stuff. I have a cousin who went to marriage counseling with his wife and the whole family treated it like they were dying of cancer instead of arguing how to divide up chores."

That was…interesting? Concerning?

Nothing good at the very least.

"How did you feel about that?" It wasn't the question I thought I'd be asking after I'd come, but it seemed to be the right one based on the approving sound Tate made.

Dean was quiet and then shrugged. "Um, well I couldn't figure out why dividing up the chores was so hard, and I'm pretty sure it's some kind of way of fighting about something without fighting about the real issue?"

He took a breath and paused again. "We've never done that and I know you haven't been my like dates or something, but you're the closest thing I have to healthy relationships, and I think we'd do better than that."

So he probably couldn't figure out why we'd need therapy no matter what got frustrating.

Every time I started thinking that my family might be kind of strange, someone else proved I was wrong.

"I agree. We're not going to argue about chores or anything silly just to cover up nonsense." We were all too busy for that, and in my spare time I wanted sex, not stupidity. "But if something is bothering us outside of the haven't had enough orgasms realm then we'll find a therapist once we figure out how to explain our relationship."

I didn't think anyone would believe us if we were claiming to be friends who were trying to work out a hypothetical situation about sex.

Tate snickered, probably thinking the same thing. "There's a couple of counselors in the area that are in the kink community. I heard one of the neighbors talking about it."

They were all so helpful…slightly standoffish, but helpful.

"Then we have a plan and we know what we're going to do if we run into trouble." Yes, we were making progress just in an unexpected direction. "And we all understand my bottom is for happy heat and we talk through problems. If anyone needs corrective help, we'll come up with a good plan to work on modifying their behavior."

Dean didn't like being frowned at, so I wasn't worried about him, and Tate had learned to keep his dirty clothes off the floor, so he was fine too.

Glancing between my slightly distracted Doms, I decided it was time to shift us back to a naughtier discussion. I was glad we could have necessary ones too, but I was ready to help Tate orgasm. "Any questions? I want to make sure we have everyone's heads clear when Tate decides he's ready to get his orgasm."

Tate scoffed. "Because you already had yours."

"It's not my fault you're both so sexy." Nope. It was Dean's since he'd been being so sexy and fucking my mouth like he was going to climb inside of me. "And Master Dean was even rubbing your back. I could feel him touching you. I love seeing him touch you."

Yep, they'd done it to me.

Dean was trying to look serious but I could see how much he liked it. "So many excuses but you're still naughty."

Yep, but that wasn't the answer I was supposed to give in my current situation.

"You were kissing me so good, Master Dean." Giving him my best wide eyes and pout, I rocked my ass against Tate's cock and reached out to pet Master Dean's chest. "Thank you for my kisses."

He glared at me and nearly growled. "You're fucking with me."

Possibly.

"Huh?" Yes, playing dumb was a very important skill for a sub to learn. I was going to have to thank my internet people for their suggestions. "I'm still a virgin unless we count the shower and I don't think anyone would."

For some reason, everyone thought another penis had to be involved for me to have lost my virginity and it really wasn't worth arguing about.

Dean huffed, but Tate was nearly shaking with barely suppressed laughter and was definitely giving the game away. It was time for a distraction, so I turned my head to look back at Tate. "Master Tate? I'm sorry I came before you got a turn."

Perfect.

Dean groaned, but Tate tightened his grip on me as I turned to face him and looked like a Dom out of a dirty book. "I think we can fix that, as long as you're willing to be a good boy and try something for me."

Oh.

"Try what?" If he wouldn't spank me, what did he want to do? "I can be a very good boy."

Under the right circumstances.

Tate's hands stroked over my body, almost tickling me as he softly caressed every inch he could reach, so I had high hopes. "Well, part of being a good boy is being able to explore something new even if it means explaining later that it didn't really do anything for you."

Hmm.

"Yes. Communication is helpful in those situations." Especially when I'd already come, so it might not be obvious that I wasn't having fun. "This is something where my mouth is going to be occupied? Oh, is it some kind of quiet game? I don't think I could do that and have fun, unless some kind of toy was involved?"

Dean sighed but Tate chuckled. "No toys and no quiet games. You definitely wouldn't have fun with something like that."

Communicating without words was hard, and once I'd gotten to the point where I could talk to them, I didn't see the point in stopping.

"What are we going to do then?" Part of me wanted to rub up against him again, but a bigger part of me remembered my undies. "Can I be naked when we do it? I'm sticky."

Tate's laughter boomed through the apartment. "Come here. We're going to get you clean and naked and then I'm going to see if I can distract you."

"Distract me how?" There were so many fun ways he could do it. "By giving you an orgasm?"

He flashed me a grin. "It's something on your list."

That didn't narrow it down and even Dean laughed. "He's going to need a bigger hint than that to guess."

Since he was right, I could only shrug.

"Clean cutie and then we'll see." Master Tate liked teasing even more than regular Tate did.

I wasn't sure if pouting would get me what I wanted or not, but luckily, Master Dean was just as curious as I was. "How far down his list?"

Oh, good question.

Master Tate laughed again as he took my hand and led me to the bathroom. "I have no idea. My memory doesn't work that way."

Didn't all memories work the same?

I was going to ask, but he distracted me by peeling off my undies as we got to the bathroom. "You look so fucking cute with your dirty undies, little slut."

Communication was incredible.

"I'd leave them on you for a while, but I want you to be able to relax completely and not think about anything else but me and your submission." Tate's sexy words had my brain whirling as he leaned down and dug under the sink for a washcloth. "I don't want dirty undies or a sticky little cutie to distract you."

He wanted to have all my attention.

"Yes, Master." I leaned back into his chest as he straightened and waited patiently while he got the washcloth damp.

Completely relaxed.

Not thinking about anything else.

Just focused on him and my submission.

"Does your plan involve subspace, Master?" That was the only thing that made sense and I knew I was right when Tate gave a naughty chuckle as he brought the cloth to clean up my mess.

"I hope so, but I realize that's not always possible." Tate shrugged as he softly wiped around my cock. "So we're just going to relax, and explore something new, and see what happens."

"I like exploring." And I liked getting cleaned too. "I want to be the one getting washed next time. I like this."

Tate chuckled, kissing my neck as he finished getting the cum off me. "How about we run you a bath later and wash you that way?"

That was a wonderful idea.

"Then I don't have to share the shower and I still get all the attention." I wouldn't end up with bruises either. "Can I have bubbles?"

He gave a teasing scoff and rolled his eyes as he looked at me in the mirror. "I wouldn't have bought you the bubble bath for Christmas if I didn't want you to use it."

"Yay." It was going to be perfect. "And we don't have to wait for bedtime because other people get clean different times of the day and being in a relationship changes bathing rules too. My mother made sure I knew that."

Tate nodded, kissing the side of my head. "I'm glad. You're going to have to tell me later all the stuff she made sure you knew. My parents were not as thorough as yours."

Ah, that explained a few things.

"Okay." I didn't mind educating him…especially if it got me more orgasms. "I like telling you what to do, so it's not a problem."