Healing Hark (Doms of Chicago) (15 page)

“Now look who's being naughty
.” Diachi stepped close enough to place his hand at the small of Hark's back. “Denying a hungry sub his reward isn’t very nice.”

Hark groaned long and loud, but didn't protest when Diach
i peeled his hand away from his cock.

“
Let him have it. Our sub wants – no, needs to taste your essence.”

Hark's eyes squeezed shut, his back straining against Diachi's palm while he obviously wrestled with his need to come.
“I can't....”

Diachi stilled.
Even though Hark hadn't agreed to be his again, there was no way that he could let the struggling man claw his way toward release — not when Diachi knew how to send him over the edge. Burying the consequences, Diachi caught ahold of Hark's braid and wrapped it around his hand and wrist. “Look at me, Harkahome.” He accented the command with a sharp tug on the trapped hair clenched between his fingers.

“
Ahhhh...” Hark twisted his body, but refused to obey.

“
Now, sub.”

The bark had Hark's lust
-dazed eyes opening then focusing on him. The recognition of his master’s presence in their depths registered, even as Hark tried to disguise it.

“
Oh no, you don't. You will
not
hide. You
will
take what we give you. The pleasure
our
sub wants you to feel. The pain...” Diachi jerked harder on the braid. “I
know
you need.”

“
Fuckkkkk....” The drawn out cry and increased trembling as Hark skated on along the edge only had Diachi more determined than ever to push Hark over the edge.

Without
looking away from Hark, Diachi tossed instructions down to Bryan. “Nip him. Rake those teeth over your Sir's cock,
hana.
Your Sir enjoys a bit of pain with his pleasure.”

“
No...” The plea came out garbled, but Hark didn't struggle against him or Bryan.

“
Yes,” Diachi hissed, his face mere inches from Hark's. “You
will
accept what we offer.” Diachi brought his hand down hard on Hark's ass. “Let go.”

“
I can't...”

He met Hark's scared gaze, willing the man to see the truth in them.
“I promise I'll catch you.”

“
Master...” Hark arched toward Bryan's mouth, while his head pulled at the restraining hold Diachi had on him. The plea ended in a shout as Hark's orgasm claimed him.

The greedy moans from Bryan as he hungrily feasted on his Sir's release
were music to Diachi’s ears. As Hark started to sag, Diachi steadied him with an arm around his waist.

“
That's it, Harkahome. Come into the light. Even if it's only for a few moments. I won't let anything hurt you.” Diachi kept up a soothing dialogue as Hark continued to shake. At their feet Bryan continued to coax out the last remnants of Hark’s release.

“
Enough...” Hark finally whimpered, trying to push Bryan away.

Bryan growled deep in his throat, his arms tightening around Hark’s thighs.

Despite the circumstances, Diachi couldn't help but smile at other man's antics. More than once Bryan had sucked him back to hardness after one of his spectacular blow-jobs.

“
Master...please.” Hark arched as another jolt of pleasure shook him.

Diachi finally sighed, and decided to be merciful. “
Enough, Bryan. Give your Sir a second to recover.”

A pitiful sound escaped Bryan
when he gave one last lick before lifting his head. Desire sparkled in the blue depths of his eyes. “He’s fucking delicious, Master.” He licked his lower lip, capturing a stray drop of seed as he rose to his feet.

The sudden urge to
taste the pearly essence consumed Diachi. “Come here,
hana
. I want a taste.” A low moan filled the air as Bryan obeyed, sealing his mouth over Diachi's. Hark’s salty flavor burst over his taste buds and drove his lust even higher. By the time Bryan tore his mouth free, Diachi’s body was on fire.

Bryan
leaned his head on Hark’s shoulder, his eyes on Diachi. “Can we do that again, Master?”

“Fuck.” Hark swayed on his feet as the most incredible release he'd had in sometime eased and left him feeling weaker than a newborn colt.

“Shhh, everything’s okay.” Diachi's voice was soft, comforting even as he and Bryan supported Hark’s weight between them.

Blinking, he tried to come back down, to draw up the necessary anger to distance himself from what had just happened, but it was almost impossible. He should be angry. Furious even that Bryan had brought his master here and in less time than it took for him to change his clothes, they’d stripped his iron control away.
It shouldn't be like this. I should've pulled away, resisted — done something.

“Is he okay, Master?” Bryan's worry was obvious by the tone of his voice. “I wanted to pleasure him, not annihilate him.”

“He'll be fine. This is normal. The higher he flies the longer he takes to come back down.”

Diachi's reassurance had Hark's back stiffening. The knowing tone irritated him. He thought he knew him, but he was no longer the same man Diachi had dominated fifteen years ago. He’d grown harder — more jaded by his time in the service. Even George had sworn he'd needed a pry bar and several sticks of dynamite to push past the walls Hark had built up during his time with the Special Forces. The very idea that Diachi had slipped through the cracks so easily had a low angry growl slipping free. This was why he should've stayed in the hotel. To protect himself from the damned shaman-like effect Diachi had on him. So much for hoping he was immune to it.

“And now he's pissed because we got too close.” Diachi's breath teased the side of his neck as he continued to speak to Bryan.

“Let go of me.” He gritted out the words and tried to shrug off their hands. Their closeness now seemed stifling rather than comforting. He needed to get out of here before he forgot why he couldn’t have this — why he had to remain alone.

“No.” Diachi stood firm, his arm around Hark's waist never wavering, even as Bryan crowded a bit closer, effectively trapping him between the two men. “Any good Dom doesn’t leave his sub right after a scene. You know this, Hark. It’s one of the basic tenants of aftercare.”

“I don’t need aftercare!” Frustration filled Hark. “You're. Not. My. Dom.” Hark waited for the man to recoil, instead it was Bryan who traced the line of his jaw with one finger. The gesture took Hark's focus off of Diachi for a moment. The sight of the Bryan’s swollen lips sent a weak spurt of heat through him. Not only did his lips look utterly kissable, the glow radiating off him was tempting. It made Hark want to see it more often.

“Stop it. Quit pushing us away.” Bryan nuzzled his shoulder. “You needed this as much as we did.”

“It doesn't matter — it shouldn't have happened. All I wanted today was to do some painting then take you to work. Submission or sex games were definitely not on the agenda.”

Bryan chuckled against his shoulder. “Of course they weren't. It wouldn't be seduction if we’d warned you.”

The anger and irritation he'd been feeling fell to the wayside in the light of Bryan's candid admission. “Seduction?”

Diachi sighed. “Of course, seduction.” He glanced at Bryan. “Let’s help him over to the bay window before we explain.”

Hark didn't know why he let them do it, but he allowed the men to lead him, docile as a lamb, to the custom made reading nook Zhenya had wanted installed in the nursery’s oversize windows. After sinking down into the wide seat on his knees, Diachi tugged him down between his splayed legs. Hark wanted to resist the urge to snuggle closer, but his body had other ideas — it wanted the comfort he was offering. He told himself he could’ve resisted — if only Bryan hadn’t crawled between his thighs and rested his head against his chest. But Bryan had, and now wedged between the two men as he was, Hark’s objectivity was gone. He needed this.

Minutes ticked by as he drifted – his mind blessedly silent for the first time in a long time. How long they sat there before Diachi spoke, Hark wasn’t sure.

“Are you ready to listen now?” Diachi stroked his shoulders, his tone calm.

Hark finally stirred, reluctant to give up the peace of just being. “I don't know.” He bit his lower lip. “If I were smart, I’d kick your asses. You set me up. Took away my choices.”

Bryan's sharp inhalation was all the warning he got before a searing pain jolted up his leg.

“Ouch!” He rubbed the area Bryan had just pinched. “Don't do that!”

Bryan pulled back, his blue eyes snapping with ire. “Then don't accuse of us of forcing you. You had a safeword. You could've used it at any time to stop everything. No matter what you think of Diachi or myself, you know we honor safewords above all else.”

Hark flushed. Bryan was right and it stung when the other man pointed it out. He'd been so swept up in his desire for both of them, it had never occurred to him to use his safeword. In fact, if he was completely honest with himself, he’d wanted Diachi to take away his choice, to force him to face his needs.

“I know.” Hark tipped his head back to rest it against Diachi's shoulder. “I'm screwed up inside.”

“And that's why we're here.” Diachi pressed a kiss to his temple. “You need a guide to help you find your way back.” He tugged at a loose lock of Hark's hair. “Somewhere along the way — whether it was the death of your family or the fire that took your home, you lost your balance. You're restless — at odds with what you're supposed to do. We can give you a sense of purpose and help restore the balance.”

“Let us remind you how wonderful it is to be part of something special, Sir. Be our third.” Bryan's words were muffled against his chest. “Quit fighting. Let us heal you.”

Hark was torn. He wanted what they were offering, but at what cost? The solution would only be temporary and what would happen when it ended?

“And what happens when you decide I'm healed enough and am no longer a welcome third? I’ll be in worse shape than I am already.”

Diachi frowned down at him. “What makes you think we'll toss you aside?”

Hark squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn't believe Diachi was actually asking him such a thing — especially after what had happened between them. “You don't share.” The silence stretched out.

“Look at me, Harkahome.” Diachi didn't sound pissed, but his firm tone warned Hark he needed to obey.

He sighed and opened his eyes. “What? I'm not lying. You weren't even open to the idea when we were together...”

“And times change. People change. I’ve changed.” Diachi tugged playfully on his braid.

Hark shook his head. “Not that much. I'm not stupid. I spoke with Olivia before I agreed to stay. She told me you were a one man Dom — that I wouldn't have to worry about you pulling this kind of stunt because you have eyes only for Bryan.
He's
your world now — and other than a few odd demonstrations, you’re as protective as a mama bear.”

Diachi's eyes narrowed. “That's right I am. So knowing that, what do my actions over the past few days tell you? I let you care for my submissive. I trusted you to talk Bryan down off the ledge yesterday.”

Hark bit his lip. “I don’t fucking know. Maybe you’re bat-shit crazy for letting me anywhere near him. The last sub who trusted me nearly ended up burned to a crisp, while the one before died in my arms.”

Diachi sighed and dropped the braid. “Nonsense. Zhenya and her baby are safe with Gabriel because of you. What happened with your family was a horrible accident – one that has my heart crying out for you – but they’re gone.
We’re
here now – ready to help you reclaim the man you used to be. In fact, that’s why I left right after my conference call. Not merely because Bryan sent me a few pictures. It was because I caught a glimpse of the man I used to love and was drawn to that person like a moth to flame.”

Hark flinched. “But I’m not that man anymore, and I'd be stupid to let myself be drawn back into a triad relationship.” He stirred as if to move, but the tightening of the hands at his shoulders and the sudden dead weight of Bryan against his thighs warned him he wasn’t going anywhere until they were ready to let him. “I should be running as far and as fast as I can.”

“How about staying instead?” Bryan's whispered plea caught his attention — tugging at his heartstrings. “If I’m willing to risk it, why can’t you do the same?”

Hark froze. “You’ve been in a triad before?”

“Yes, and it ended badly.” Bryan’s fingers curled against the fabric of his t-shirt. “Stay and I’ll tell you about it. Then maybe we can heal together.”

With his heart beating loudly in his ears, Hark was torn between wanting to stay and run. “I…Diachi should be the one to help you heal. I’m too broken.”

Bryan shook his head. “No, you’re not. If you were too broken, you’d have brought me home yesterday still in turmoil, or called Master when I had my meltdown. Instead you gave me what I needed.” He plucked at Hark’s shirt before looking up at him. “I think you need someone to take care of. Master has already given his permission for you to do it.” A rueful grin crossed his face. “And believe it or not, I’m just greedy enough to want it.”

“But he doesn’t share on a full-time basis.” Hark tried to plead with the other man, unable to resist the need written all over Bryan’s expressive face.

“With you he can. There’s still a connection between you – he trusts you with everything – even me.”

Hark swallowed hard. “He does?”

“Yes, I do.” Diachi leaned in to whisper directly into Hark’s ear. “Unlike before, the idea of sharing what I have no longer scares me. Why?” He nuzzled the side of Hark’s neck. “Because I know you both belong to me.”

Hark stiffened. “I don’t –”

Diachi nipped him. “Even without your agreement, your body and the part of you that's buried underneath all the pain responds to me as if we were never apart. It calls to the Dom in me, even as I watch you with Bryan.” He caught Hark’s gaze. “Can you deny it?”

Even as much as he longed to, he refused to lie to himself or to this man. “No. But where does that leave us? I’m not ready for a full-on scene.”

Diachi chuckled softly. “Then we continue as we’ve started. You’ll accompany Bryan to work, continue your work on this beautiful mural when needed and I’ll take care of everything at home.”

“Everything?” Hark’s voice came out as a croak as he recognized the enormity of his decision. “I’ll be subjected to all the rules?”

A smile tugged at Diachi’s mouth. “Of course.”

Hark squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to imagine running around Diachi’s house nude, giving the man welcome home and good bye kisses, and finally sleeping in his huge bed with both men. Was he trying to drive him insane? He’d die of lust. “I…can’t do all those things.”

Diachi brushed his thumb over his lower lip. “As much as I look forward to seeing this body naked again, we’ll take it step-by-step. This week, I’ll only require the kisses. Next week will be soon enough to work on stripping this gorgeous body of clothing. Agreed?”

Hark let himself relax to Diachi’s touch, very aware of the presence of Bryan between his thighs. “Yes, Sir.”

* * * *

Bryan sighed in relief. It had been really touch or go there for a moment. Pushing Hark as hard as he had, along with his texts to Diachi, had been a calculated risk. Hark could’ve gone ballistic and left. Instead the memory of how Hark felt pulsing against his tongue as he’d unloaded in his mouth would torment him the rest of the day.

And he had his master to thank. Diachi had come, just like he knew he would. He’d taken control of the already off balance Hark. He’d made the best of the complicated situation, and they now had Sir willing to at least try. He’d totally expected Hark to push them away again, but instead he lay wedged between them like a tempting piece of prime rib. And more than anything Bryan wanted another nibble. In his pants, his cock still throbbed with unspent desire, but for the moment he was content. Lust could wait, or so he thought.

“Now, that we’ve come to an agreement, what do you say we give our sub a little relief before sending him off to work?” Diachi suggested, in a deceptively silky soft voice. “I think he deserves a reward for his little stunt, don’t you?

Hark stirred and glanced down at Bryan’s upturned face. “You know I think that’d be a great idea, Sir. If you’ll allow me to return the favor?”

Bryan’s breath hissed out, his body trembled with anticipation. He’d expected to have to wait until they returned home. He never dreamed his Sir would want to suck him off.

A sadistic grin crossed his master’s face. Bryan gulped. He knew the look. “I think it’d be an excellent idea. Do you have anything we can restrain him with? The little brat likes to pull hair just before he comes.”

“I think so.” Hark sat up, forcing Bryan to move. He straightened, moved around him, then stood up. “I’ll be right back.”

Bryan wiped his suddenly damp palms on his jeans and watched Hark’s fluid stride as he walked toward the bag he’d set on the dresser. It was the same sack he used to carry his art supplies into the house. The idea of Hark using the soft bristled brushes against his skin had him squirming. He
hated
being tickled. “Should I be worried, Master?”

Instead of answering, Diachi arched a brow at him. “Loose the pants.
”