Page 4 of Expanding Command

It wasn't that they hadn't both enjoyed some tasty episodes of being trussed up and spanked. There'd even been a pair of friends the year before who Leander had been very hopeful about, before they'd aggravatingly decided they were madly in love and committed to a life of monogamy.

"Maybe," Tristan agreed, stroking his cheek. "I don't suppose I can convince you to find someone without me?"

Leander smiled and shook his head, turning his face to kiss his palm. "I couldn't enjoy it without the confidence that my sweet love was taken care of. Don't worry, darling. We're going for us. Maybe I'll just arrange a nice spanking, and if you really want me to get ravished, we'll call dibs on Zoe's lovely rocking horse again." The custom build mounted the rider on a toy of their choice, which they'd discovered was even more fun when Tristan was riding him. Leander was strongly considering having one made, designed with more room for Tristan.

"We'll play it by ear," Tristan agreed, and kissed him.

Leander hadn't expected much as they'd arrived, donned their masks, and Tristan had changed. He hadn't minded, though. Playing with Tristan would never be a disappointment.

Then, he'd caught sight of the newcomers on stage in Zoe's great room.

Zoe - a formidable executive and contact that he'd also begun cultivating in his professional circles - had always provided the best entertainment at her parties. The woman made an art out of networking in the scene, but she'd outdone herself this time.

The scene entranced Leander immediately.

The tall, auburn-haired man working the ropes was delicious and wonderfully broad-shouldered. He wore nothing but boots and a black, leather-trimmed kilt slung low about his hips, baring the delectable expanse of his chest. Firm, freckled, with a bare smattering of russet hairs to catch the warm light of the room's lamps, which subtly brightened and brought attention to the suspension rig set up in the center of the room. There was the barest hint of abs under his creamy skin, and lovely, well-defined lines of muscle disappeared down into the waistband of his kilt. They already had Leander imagining sinking down on his knees in surrender for the man, worshipping the lines of muscle with his mouth. He'd dedicate himself to worshipping every part of that beautiful man if given even half a chance.

The man looked around Leander's age, or perhaps a few years older than him. There were hints of a few lines around his full, lush lips that spoke of a life full of laughter. It made him even more appealing. Old enough and experienced enough to be an amazing partner.

The man's partner was just as glorious. The well-built blond man was on display on his knees on the wide, plush ottoman. He was wearing nothing but the mask, his huge, gorgeously muscled arms completely covered in a network of black and gray tattoos. His eyes were closed in pleasure as the other man built an intricate network of rope and knots around his body, slowly roping him to the rig above him.

Tristan, cuddling into his side, gave a soft, appreciative hum, clearly also very much enjoying the eye candy.

Leander tightened his arm around his husband's waist, pulling him in closer and nuzzling his hair. "They're lovely, aren't they?"

"They're incredible, Sir," Tristan sighed, arching into him without restraint. "So strong...."

The blond's arms weren't the only thing that was huge and gorgeous, either. A huge, gorgeous cock, too. It was red and leaking where it pressed against his stomach, the blue rope wrapped snug around its base. Leander might have been jealous if he'd ever aspired to being a muscle daddy. Fortunately, such muscles would interfere with the sleek tailoring he preferred, so it was easy to enjoy the scene without envy, imagining how easy it would be for the man to throw him or Tristan around.

The blond's obvious devotion to serving his Master made him even more appealing. He could only trust Tristan's welfare with a good man, not some posturing Alpha that would get into a pissing contest with him to try to prove his dominance.

Heat coiled inside him at the thought of kneeling at their feet together. "Do you think that gorgeous muscle sub switches, my love?"

Tristan gave a soundless laugh. "It would be a hell of a waste if he didn't." He cuddled closer, eyes still on the pair. "Do you want him to command you, Sir?"

"Perhaps. They're both incredible. What a hot fucking show."

"Sir?" Tristan arched up, his voice a low purr of velvet next to his ear. He ran his fingers up the top of Leander's thigh, letting them barely brush his erection where it strained at the front of his suit pants. "May I take care of this for you?"

Leander turned into his husband, running both hands down his back to grab his delectable ass cheeks and pull him against him. Tristan gave an adorable squeak as he was manhandled, then melted into him, lips parting eagerly to the press of his tongue.

It would be so easy to claim him and enjoy his husband's body while watching such an amazing show. Leander ran his fingers down the crease of his lover's ass, over the hidden zipper carefully tailored into his bespoke suit pants, smiling as Tristan shivered in his arms. He'd had them made for ease of access. He could pull Tristan over to the nearest piece of furniture, bend him over and unzip his slacks, then pull away the silicone plug that he wore and slide into the exquisite heat of his ass without any preparation.

The thought of his prim and proper lover submitting so eagerly made his arousal twitch in anticipation. He almost gave in to the temptation. But he had all night to get to that, to bring Tristan to the point where he was breathless and begging to be fucked. So he released his mouth, still fondling his ass and grinding against him slowly as he inclined his head towards the pair in the center of the large living room.

"Do you know who they are?"

As if sensing their gaze, the submissive's eyes fluttered open, and a hint of a smile pulled at the corners of well-shaped lips. The man's cock twitched; he clearly enjoyed being watched.

Tristan gave a hum that was as much appreciative as contemplative. "I don't think so. Perhaps out-of-towners. They're both very, very lovely, aren't they?"

"Exquisitely." Leander nibbled at his earlobe. Maybe the dom would be interested in them commanding their subs together. Surely this buff, well-hung muscle sub wouldn't let such an amazing body go to waste. "I'd really like to watch that sub fuck his huge cock down your throat, my darling."

Tristan drew a shaky breath, and Leander could feel the shudder of arousal that moved through him. "Would you like me to find out who they are for you, Sir?"

"Please." Leander stole one more lingering kiss from his beautiful mouth before releasing him. Then, he settled onto a sex chair whose previous occupants had just finished wiping it down. The decadent, curved-leather chaise lounge faced the pair perfectly. He could ignore his own erection for the pleasure of watching. For now.

When they'd arrived, the party was already in full swing. The dom had finished taking his sub out of some kind of beautiful, complex binding and began a second tie. Leander was glad of it. There was something incredibly appealing, even mesmerizing, about watching the man work.