Chapter Text
3 MONTHS LATER
“Did I tell you Robby’s back?”
Jack mentioned it so casually, but just the mention of Dr. Robby’s name made Samira’s stomach tie in knots. She tried to brush it off, not even looking up from the book she was reading, propped up by a pair of fluffy pillows in Jack’s big bed. “Oh, is he? That’s nice.”
Jack came out of the en suite bathroom, holding the sleek accessibility bar fixed to the wall with one hand, towel drying his hair with the other. “It’s more than nice,” he said. “I honestly didn’t know if he was going to come back at all.” Samira gave a slight hum in response. “You know he called me a couple times from the road,” Jack said, tossing the towel into the hamper in the corner and making his way to the bed, sitting on the edge. “I told him he could. If things got… dark.”
Samira did look up then. “Did they? Get dark?”
Jack was quiet for a moment before he replied, “Six months alone in the middle of nowhere with nothing but the voices in your own head for company would be tough for anyone. Tougher when those voices start to get vicious.”
Maybe he deserves a little viciousness, Samira thought. But what she said was, “You’re a good friend, Jack. Not sure he deserves it, but you are.”
Jack turned to look at her. “You could come by the Pitt. I’m sure he’d love to see you.”
Samira snorted, a derisive sound. “He wouldn’t. Robby made it very clear that I didn’t belong there.”
“He was dealing with a lot of shit, Samira.”
“Who isn’t? He can go to fucking therapy like everyone else. His shit isn’t an excuse to be an asshole.”
“No, it isn’t. But -"
“And why are you always defending him? Even when you know he’s wrong!”
Jack sighed. “Because I’m a good friend, remember? And also, maybe, because I know better than most just how much this job demands. How much it costs.”
“The day he left, I had a full-blown panic attack, did you know that? And instead of helping me, Robby humiliated me in front of everyone.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“He constantly belittled me, eroded my confidence day by day. He made me question if I’m a good doctor. And I am a good doctor!”
“A great doctor.”
Samira shook her head. “I can’t believe I ever fantasized about going to bed with him.”
Jack’s eyebrows shot up, a small smile playing on his lips. “Did you now?”
“It was a stupid crush. Robby needs to be in control all the time and I guess I was drawn to that. But I can see now that what I wanted was a dom, not a bully.”
Jack reached over and ran a hand down Samira’s bare leg. Then without warning, he grabbed her ankle and tugged, so that she slid from her nest of pillows, ending up flat on her back. He rolled over until his body was stretched out on top of hers, pinning her with his weight. “Looking for a dom, were you? Did you ever find one?”
She licked her lips. “I don’t know, did I? You tell me, Dr. Abbot.”
The slow smile that spread across Jack’s face, even as he pushed his knee between her legs to open them, made Samira shiver with anticipation. “Oh, I can do more than tell you, Dr. Mohan. I can show you, so that there is zero confusion about this going forward. In fact, it would be my absolute pleasure,” he said, before bringing his mouth down on hers.
***
Samira couldn’t stop thinking about Dr. Robby. After intentionally putting him out of her head, erasing his condescending voice and his endlessly disappointed face from her thoughts completely when she left the Pitt - now, all of a sudden, a week after Jack’s announcement that Robby was back from his extended Canadian motorcycle trip, he was all she could think about. And it made no sense. He was a dick. And she loved being with Jack. Belonging to Jack. It wasn’t a question of wanting one or the other. It was, unfortunately, that she wanted them both.
It was a ridiculous fantasy. She had never had a threesome. Probably wouldn’t even know what to do in a threesome scenario. Jack would know, a voice in her head chimed in. Against her will, images of Robby’s lean body appeared in her mind, naked in the bed, Jack’s cock stuffed in his mouth. She closed her eyes and slipped a hand between her legs, imagining herself - some super sexy version of herself - sitting astride Robby’s hips, sinking down onto his shaft, taking exactly what she wanted from him, using him for her own pleasure.
The buzz of a phone made her eyes fly open and there was Jack, leaning casually against the wall by the door, watching her. “Don’t let me stop you,” he said, even as his phone buzzed again. He pulled it from his pocket, looked at whatever the message was, and returned it, bringing his eyes back to her. “Please, continue.”
With an embarrassed laugh, Samira pulled her hand away and pulled the sheet up to cover herself, guilty even though she had no reason to be. “You’re welcome to help.”
“Tempting,” Jack replied, “But I gotta hit the gym before my shift starts.” He crossed to the bed and leaned down to kiss her mouth. “Home for dinner tonight?”
“Depends on how the day goes. But I’ll try.”
He tilted her chin up and held her gaze. “Finish what you were doing,” he said softly. “That’s a command.”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied. Only a whisper. All too aware of the effect his words, his tone, his touch, had on her.
And when he left, she did finish, the orgasm cresting easily, Robby’s long fingers plunging inside her in place of her own, and Jack’s voice, warm and firm in her ear, urging her to cum.
Afterwards, she lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. She had to stop with this. “Get it together, Mohan,” she muttered to herself, before finally getting up to face the day ahead.
***
Her day at Shadyside Medical Centre was uneventful. The Elder Care clinic in the hospital’s beautiful east wing was quiet, her cases routine, her patients grateful. There were rarely emergencies, few things that really challenged her in any way. Were there moments when she missed the chaos of the Pitt? Maybe. But ultimately, as much as she hated to admit it, Robby had been right. She was better suited to the slower pace of the clinic. She didn’t miss the stress, the split second life or death decisions. The feeling that she was constantly failing. But she missed the people. Some more than others. And some more than she really should.
The sun was just starting to set when she finished her charts for the day. She texted Jack: Heading home. Takeout?
He texted back: I’m cooking. We’ve got company.
Samira frowned. She didn’t remember any special dinner plans or guests tonight. She texted back a single question mark and waited but there was no reply. It made her very curious and a bit anxious. She had never liked surprises.
When she walked into the loft, the first thing that hit her was the amazing smell. The second thing that hit her, as she turned the corner into the open kitchen space, was Robby. She almost didn’t recognize him in jeans and a t-shirt and she realized that she had never actually seen him in anything besides scrubs and a hoodie. He wasn’t exactly the kind of boss who socialized with the staff, quick beer in the park post-shift aside. His skin was tanned, his beard freshly trimmed, a good bit more silver in his hair. Sitting on one of the barstools at the kitchen’s wide granite island, a drink in hand, he looked distinctly… relaxed. That might have been the most unrecognizable thing about him.
Jack was at the stove, simmering chicken in a fragrant coconut curry, a matching cold drink on the counter beside him. He turned at her entrance, flashing her a dimpled smile. He held out a wooden spoon with a bit of curry on it. “How’d I do?”
Samira took a step forward and let Jack put the spoon to her lips. The flavor was rich, a little spicy, a little sweet. Her mom’s recipe. “It’s good.”
“It smells good anyway.” Samira turned at the sound of Robby’s voice. “Dr. Mohan. It’s nice to see you.”
For a moment, Samira just stared at him. She had imagined all the things she should have said to him, all the ways she should have stood up to him, so many times. But now that he was here in front of her, she couldn’t think of a single one. “You too, Robby,” she said. “How was your trip?”
Robby sipped his scotch. “Good. Beautiful. Long.”
“Too long,” Jack said, pouring Samira a glass of wine.
“Long enough.”
“Good to be back?” Samira asked.
Robby nodded slowly, not entirely convincingly. “I wasn’t there today, though. I took the day off.” Taking in the incredulous look on Samira’s face, he laughed. “I know, it doesn’t make any sense to me either. But… I take days off now.”
“He’s an enlightened man,” Jack said.
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Robby replied. He cleared his throat and looked at her. “What about you? How are you liking Shadyside? Geriatrics, right?”
Samira felt like it was a trick question. Shadyside was undoubtedly the better hospital - better facilities, more funding, higher satisfaction ratings. But to say she liked it there, where it was quiet and easy and slow, felt like an admission that Robby had been right about her all along. “It’s fine,” she said a little too curtly. She downed the last of her wine and turned to take the rice out of the rice cooker and the plates out of the cabinet, and carry them around the island to the long dining table. Robby brought over cutlery and Jack followed, placing the curry on the table between them. The bottle of wine and the bottle of scotch came along.
They ate, and Robby and Jack talked, mostly about goings on at the Pitt. Samira listened with half an ear, but mostly she just watched. She had seen the two of them work on a patient together many times before and they were almost always perfectly in sync. But she had never seen them like this - making each other laugh, just about finishing each other’s sentences. They had so much history, there was a kind of shorthand between them, references, stories, and jokes that she wasn’t a part of. She poured herself another glass of wine.
“Hey, you still seeing Noelle?” Jack asked, pouring more scotch.
Robby tilted his head, which was not a yes and not a no. “It was always casual.”
“Maybe a little more casual after you fuckin’ disappeared for months on end,” Jack retorted.
“Maybe,” Robby said, barely finishing his drink before Jack refilled it. He looked from Samira to Jack. “What about you two? When did this happen?” Before either of them could answer, Robby continued, “I knew something fishy was going on when I walked by that exam room and saw Dr. Abbot half naked with Dr. Mohan’s hands all over him.”
Samira frowned. “There was nothing fishy going on. We didn’t even start dating until after I left the Pitt. And my hands weren’t all over him, he literally had a bullet wound!”
“Bullet barely grazed me,” Jack said.
“I was cleaning and dressing a wound that he couldn’t reach, nothing more,” Samira said. She knew she was getting too angry but she couldn’t help it. “Surely you think I’m capable of that at least. But then again, maybe I treated the patient too slowly for you, or asked too many questions, or god forbid, maybe I didn’t ask your permission to treat him at all.”
Samira took a shaky breath, steeling herself for Robby’s response. But to her surprise, he only sighed and said, “Dr. Mohan, I think I owe you an apology.”
“You think?”
“I know. I know I do. I hope… I hope your decision to leave the Pitt wasn’t because of me.”
“Of course it was because of you! You had been pushing me out for months.”
“I wasn’t pushing you out, I was pushing you to be better because I know you can be.”
“Bullshit. You told me in a million ways I didn’t belong in the Pitt, that I was too slow, that I wasn’t good enough, that I would do better somewhere else. And then you humiliated me in front of everyone!”
“How did I humiliate you?!”
“On the day I had the panic attack, you asked if there was any chance I was pregnant -"
“I was assessing you like any other patient and that is a very standard question to ask. I didn’t know what the fuck was happening to you, Mohan. You scared the shit out of me that day!”
“Turns out Dr. Robby doesn’t respond well to being scared,” Jack chimed in.
“Yeah, well, maybe I didn’t need all my coworkers knowing about my “mommy issues” and also that there wasn’t any chance of me being pregnant because I hadn’t gotten laid in… god knows how long!”
“You’re right, I shouldn’t have yelled at you. But I apologized for that!”
“Yeah, by telling me to “be a fortress” or some shit, to never let anything in. How’s that working out for you, Robby?”
“Ooh, fair question, brother,” Jack said. “You wanna answer it?” He seemed to be enjoying the whole situation a little too much.
Robby took a breath. Then he said, “The truth is I don’t have any good advice to give. But I know I was supposed to build you up, make you into a better doctor. And I did the exact fucking opposite. I know you’re a good doctor, Samira. And you would be a good doctor anywhere, including the Pitt. I should have told you that. I still think geriatrics is the right fit for you, but not because you’re slow. Because you have a gift for working with older patients. I’ve seen it. I could have nurtured it more. I’m sorry I didn’t. I’m sorry for all of it. I’m especially sorry, as you rightfully identified, for being a real dick sometimes. I’m working on it.”
Samira let the words sink in. Maybe it was the wine that gave her courage to speak honestly, but she said, “I still hear your voice in my head all the time. Your approval means everything to everyone who works for you. You should be more careful with that. You should have been more careful with me.”
“You’re right. I fucked up with you. I’m trying to do better.”
“Well, I knew she was a rockstar from day one,” Jack said.
Robby leaned back in his chair. “Okay, here we go,” he said. “Now you’re gonna tell me how in addition to being a war hero and our very own Dr. McDreamy, this asshole is also a perfect boyfriend.”
“Guilty as charged,” Jack said. “But also, a little more than just a boyfriend.” He glanced at Samira. “We’re trying something.” She shot him a confused look back. “I currently have the great pleasure of being Dr. Mohan’s dominant.”
Samira felt her stomach drop and her face fill with heat. She had no idea why Jack would think it was appropriate to disclose something like that, especially to Robby, who typically avoided exchanging anything personal at all costs. She fully expected him to cover his ears, say something like whoa, that’s none of my business. So she was caught off guard when Robby’s gaze shifted to her and he said, “Really? Well... I’m sure he’s very good at that too.”
Jack was also watching her when he continued, “Now, I bring this up because I’m about to propose something and before I do, I want all the cards on the table.”
Samira’s heart was racing. He wouldn’t. “Robby, can I interest you in joining Samira and I for a good old fashioned threesome?” Well, fuck. He just did. “Speaking as someone who’s fucked both of you on separate occasions, I think it could be good. Healing.” Jack grinned. “Think of it as group therapy.”
It was just about too much information for Samira to process. “Wait, you and Robby? When? I mean.. you’re not.. or, I guess didn’t know you were… bisexual?”
“Now you know.”
“How long have you been doing this? With each other I mean?”
“A long time,” Jack said. “It’s not a regular thing. We find each other when we need to.”
“Did your wife know?”
“She knew. We didn’t have any secrets.”
Samira paused. “I’ve never had a… I’ve never done this before.”
“I know,” Jack replied. “But I think you want to.”
“What if I didn’t?”
“Then you know exactly what to say to stop it, don’t you?” Jack looked at Robby. “You both do.”
Stoplight system, right. Red, yellow, green. Samira nodded. She looked at Robby, asking the question with her eyes. Is this okay? Do you want this? Do you want me? The shift in his gaze was almost imperceptible, but Samira felt it as tangibly as if he had reached out and touched her. It was like he was seeing her for the first time - not as a coworker, not as Slo-Mo the screw-up. As a woman. But he still hesitated.
“I, uh… I don’t always play well with others,” Robby said.
“I wouldn’t ask you if I didn’t trust you with this,” Jack replied, his voice soft and warm. “You are actually the only person I would trust with this. With her.”
Samira watched a look pass between them, something she couldn’t decipher. Then Robby simply said, “I’m in.”
“Alright then,” Jack said. “Samira, why don’t you go get cleaned up and meet us in the bedroom. Robby and I have some ground rules to go over, just so we’re all on the same page.” Samira stood from her seat, but paused when Jack reached out and took her hand. “I’d like you wearing your collar and nothing else.” Her heart was pounding. She was already so turned on. She went to pull away, but he didn’t let her go. “Did you hear what I said?”
“Yes,” she replied. Then remembering herself, she quickly added, “Yes, Sir.” He let her go with a slight smile and she already knew he had some punishment in mind for her omission. And she couldn’t wait.
Fuck, were they really doing this? She hadn’t told Jack about her fantasy, but somehow, he had known. And he was making it happen. But she was still nervous. She was nervous in the shower. Nervous as she dabbed on a bit of lipstick and perfume and ran a comb through the damp waves of her hair. Nervous as she fastened the delicate silver collar around her neck. Incredibly nervous as she heard footsteps climbing the stairs to the second floor. But then Jack was there in the room, smiling at her, all ease and praise and desire. He pulled off his shirt, then pulled her in close, murmuring, “There’s my good girl, fuck Samira, do you have any idea how gorgeous you look?”
He found her mouth and everything in her body relaxed when he kissed her. But then he turned her around so that she found herself facing Robby and on instinct, she crossed her arms over her breasts, a practiced defense. It was Jack, who gently, from behind, pulled them back down to her sides. She realized she was holding her breath, waiting for Robby to say something critical, to make her feel small. “I don’t know what you like,” she jumped in before he could say anything at all. “And I’m bad at guessing. So, you can just tell me what you want me to do.”
He approached her slowly, drinking her in. “Okay,” he said. “In that case, I’d like to kiss you.”
“You would?”
The slightest smile tugged at Robby’s mouth. “Is that surprising?”
“I just didn’t peg you for a kisser. Too… intimate or something.”
“He’s actually pretty good at it,” Jack said, still behind her, arms around her waist.
“Why don’t we let Dr. Mohan be the judge of that?” Robby said. He tilted her face up with both hands, big hands, steady hands, before dipping his head to kiss her.
And fuck, it was good. It didn’t hurt that Jack slid a hand down to play with her cunt, while Robby brushed his thumbs over her nipples, then pinched them lightly. Samira gasped against his mouth - less from the pain (Jack had definitely done worse) - and more from the shock of Robby touching her, really touching her, for the first time.
“What, I don’t get any of that?” Jack’s voice. Teasing, but also not.
Something like uncertainty flickered across Robby’s face as Samira watched him hesitate. It was so uncharacteristic of him, and just a little bit satisfying to see him made unsure. “I… thought this was about her.”
“Oh, it is,” Jack replied, moving to the bed, sitting to remove his prosthesis. “But it’s also about you.” His pants came off next. “Hell, this is for all three of us. Samira, get the toy box out please. And Robby - stop fucking stalling and come kiss me.”
Samira turned and ducked into the walk-in closet, pulling the large black box down from its shelf. When she brought it out into the room, she had to stop for a minute just to watch. Robby had moved to sit next to Jack on the edge of the bed, his eyes were closed, his brow slightly creased. Jack was leaning in, forehead almost touching Robby’s, tracing the angles of Robby’s face with a gentle thumb. Their mouths came together in an unhurried kiss. Samira watched, transfixed. Unbearably aroused. Jack said something close to Robby’s ear and Robby lifted long arms, allowing Jack to peel his shirt away. Jack tangled his fingers in the dark curls on Robby’s chest, then let his hand go lower, coming to rest on the clear bulge in Robby’s jeans.
Samira put the box down on the bed, and heard Jack say, “Take your pick, babygirl.” She snuck a glance in his direction and saw Robby’s pants unzipped, his cock long and hard and smooth, encased in Jack’s fist. She licked her lips. She wanted to know what he felt like so badly, in her mouth, in her cunt. She wanted to know what both of them felt like at once.
Before she could change her mind, she picked up a velvet pouch and handed it to Jack. He looked up at her, still stroking Robby, drawing from him a ragged breath. “You sure?”
Yes, Sir,” she replied.
“Then get the lube and get on your hands and knees.”
Samira retrieved the bottle of lube they kept by the bedside, as Jack pushed Robby backwards, until he was laying with his head against the headboard, propped up by a pillow behind him. The jeans came off. The briefs came off. And then Jack was repositioning her, so that her body formed a T with Robby’s, her head conveniently right above his cock, and her ass in Jack’s hands, as he knelt behind her. “Suck,” Jack said. A simple command. No room for argument. And Samira did as she was told, the very act of obedience turning her on in ways she barely understood. Wrapping her fingers around the base of Robby’s cock, she worked her hand and mouth in tandem, slow and wet, up and down, again and again. He didn’t seem to have any complaints about her taking her sweet time now.
“Fuck… Samira.” Robby’s voice broke on her name and it inspired her to take him deeper, feeling him nudge the back of her throat, experimenting with how far down she could go.
She knew it was coming - after all, she had picked the small steel plug from the box - but she still tensed when she felt the drip of cool lube, the circling of Jack’s finger against her asshole. She wanted to let him have her like that, have her any way he wanted, but they had tried a few times, and she always panicked, calling “red” when he was barely inside her. He kept circling, but the other hand cupped her sex, two fingers pushing into her, sliding in and out, rubbing her own slickness over her clit. She moaned around Robby’s cock, pleasure building, release so close. “Look at you, sucking that cock so well,” Jack murmured. “Can you go deeper, babygirl? Take your hand away. Deep breath. All the way down. Show me what a good girl you can be.”
Samira locked in on Jack’s voice. She opened her mouth wider, let her head sink down, let Robby’s cock fill her throat, choking her a little, while Jack’s fingers worked her clit, until it all became too much. She came up for air, gasping, begging. “Jack please, please can I cum?”
“You can cum.” Her mouth opened in a silent scream, the waves of the orgasm hitting with electric intensity. Just as her pleasure peaked, Jack pushed the cold plug firmly into her ass. She did cry out at that, arching her back, feeling the stretch of it, the fullness, the weight. Giving her ass a light slap, Jack moved out from behind her. “You look so fuckin’ pretty when you cum like that,” he said. “Lie down. Catch your breath.” He extended a hand. “Robby, there’s a flogger in the box. Can you give it to me please?”
Robby sat up while Samira collapsed beside him. He fished out the flogger and handed it to Jack. “That’s gonna sting.”
Jack grinned, running the deceptively soft leather tails through his fist. “I know.” His eyes shifted to Samira and his voice was like velvet when he said, “But she knows what the punishment is for… don’t you, Dr. Mohan?”
“Yes, Sir,” Samira replied.
“That’s my girl. Now, Robby’s gonna help me out by eating that pretty pussy of yours while I do this. So - Robby, head on the pillow please. And Samira - one knee on either side of his head, keep both hands on the headboard until I move them. Everybody understand what we’re doing? Everybody good?”
Samira tossed him a look as she got up on her knees. “You’re running this threesome a lot like you run the Pitt, you know that?”
“How’s that, Dr. Mohan?” Jack said, mouth turned up in an easy smile. “With devastating precision and grace?” He was also on his knees, moving into place at her side as she carefully straddled Robby’s face.
She was about to offer a retort, but two things happened at the same time and all the words but one flew right out of her head. Robby’s hands went around her waist, pulling her pussy firmly to his mouth and the feel of his tongue pushing inside her coincided with the first crack of the flogger on her back. “Fuck,” she whispered. And then again, louder - “Fuck.. Fuck!” - as both kinds of torment continued, overloading her senses with pain and pleasure at the same time.
Jack was thorough, striking her back and ass and sensitive sides, her breasts and thighs and the bottoms of her feet which made her scream in earnest. “What‘s the right response when I give you a command, Samira?”
“Yes, Sir,” Samira managed to gasp out.
“What is it?”
“Yes... oh fuck!” Robby was sucking gently on her clit and her whole body felt like it was on fire.
“Incorrect.” The tails came down a little harder across her breasts and it brought tears to her eyes. “What is it, Dr. Mohan?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, nearly a sob. Her thighs were shaking, the orgasm right there. “Jack, please…”
Jack tossed the flogger aside and Samira was dimly aware of him opening the bedside table drawer, retrieving a condom. “What kind of punishment would it be if you got to cum, huh?” He was working Robby’s cock, sliding the condom on, then winding a fist in Samira’s hair and pulling her backwards, down Robby’s body, until his cock was lined up with her wet cunt. “The first one was a freebie. You gotta earn the next one.” He tipped her head back and kissed her. Then said, “Ride that cock for me, babygirl, nice and slow.”
Samira’s skin was still tingling, her pussy still pulsing with need, her ass still full. “Yes, Sir,” she said, and sank down onto the hard length. Robby was longer than Jack, although not as thick, and the feel of him filling her up, deep enough to hurt just a little, took her breath away. Jack moved back up the bed, stroking his own cock, and turning Robby’s head towards him, pressed the tip to his lips. He didn’t have to say a word. Robby opened his mouth and Jack pushed in. It was exactly what Samira had imagined, but so much better in real life. Jack was past being gentle now, holding Robby’s head in place and fucking his mouth, his throat. Robby’s fists clenched and unclenched at his sides, but otherwise he was still, letting Samira slide up and down on his shaft, letting Jack use his mouth however he pleased.
Jack’s eyes were on Robby’s face, until he lifted them to watch Samira fucking herself on Robby’s cock. “How you doing over there, Dr. Mohan?”
Samira paused, breathing hard. If she wanted them both inside her, now was the time to ask. A wave of nervousness rushed through her, followed immediately, intensely, by a hot rush of desire. “I want more. Maybe… both of you at once.”
Jack raised a brow and pulled himself free of Robby’s mouth. “Happy to oblige,” he said. “Where would you like my cock?”
Samira looked at it, thick and rock hard and glistening wet. Am I completely insane? She swallowed and said, “In my ass please, Sir.”
She held her breath, waiting for him to to remind her that she had never been able to take him like that, to tell her she wasn’t ready. Instead, he simply picked up the lube and moved on his knees until he was positioned behind her, Robby’s legs between his. “Lean forward,” he said, one hand between her shoulder blades, guiding her down. Her face was right above Robby’s as she felt the plug removed, felt Jack spreading lube over the hole, pushing a little inside her with the tip of a finger. She tried not to tense, but she couldn’t stop a wince and a whimper. Then Jack’s voice. “Talk her through it, Robby.”
He met her eyes, and she saw the change in them, the focus. It was an expression she knew well. “Samira, listen to me. When he pushes in, you’re going to relax and push out. I’m just going to stay still. It’s going to feel like too much, but your body can do this. You can do this. You ready?” Before she could answer, the head of Jack’s cock slipped inside her, stretching her wider than the plug. She gasped, feeling the familiar panic rising, but this time, Robby was there, underneath her, inside of her, inside her body and inside her head. “Look at me,” he said. “Breathe through it. Good. That’s so good, Samira. You feel so fucking good.” She took a few shuddering breaths, focused on relaxing around the cock in her ass. “Green light?” Robby asked, and after a moment, she nodded. Then she screamed, as Jack slowly pushed the full length of his cock deep into her ass.
Being impaled on two cocks at once was overwhelming, unlike anything Samira had felt before. She shook her head, a little frantic. “It’s too much,” she said. “It hurts, fuck, it’s too big, too deep, I can’t... oh fuck, oh please, I can’t...”
Robby’s hand came up and closed around her neck just above the collar, forcing her attention back on him. “You can. You’re going to calm down and your body is going to open right up and you’re going to take us both.”
Jack withdrew and thrust in again, not hard, but steady, making her feel all of him moving inside her. Her body tensed, anticipating pain. “It feels like I’m going to tear apart… am I tearing? Oh fuck, I think I am…”
“You’re not tearing, Samira. I wouldn’t let that happen. You’re just not used to being so full.” Jack’s voice. Low and reassuring. His hand warm on her back, his cock lodged inside her and still, letting her body adjust. “You’ve got two of the best doctors in the whole city taking care of you right now. You’re okay. You’re goddamn perfect.”
Robby hooked a finger into the ring on her collar and pulled her down so that she didn’t have to support herself on her hands on either side of him anymore. She was pressed flush to his chest, her face buried in his neck, his arms wrapped around her, holding her in place. It felt like being anchored. It also changed the angle of his penetration, so that when he flexed his hips, thrusting up into her, he was both nudging her clit and hitting a spot that sent jolts of pleasure coursing through her. “How does that feel?”
“It feels good,” she said against his neck. But then Jack started moving again and her body jerked, trying to lessen how deep he was going.
“Gimme a check in, Samira,” Jack said, still fucking her ass with slow strokes, while Robby fucked her cunt. She felt impossibly full and only moaned in response. “Those sounds you’re making for us are so pretty, babygirl,” Jack said, “but I need you to use your words. Red, yellow, green - where are you?”
She wanted so badly to be perfect for them, to be open and willing, that sexy version of herself she had imagined, especially after she had asked for this. But when Jack pushed all the way in again, it really did hurt more than she could take. “Maybe… yellow.”
“Heard,” Jack said. He pulled out halfway and then just stayed still. “Better?”
Samira still felt full and tight, stretched around both cocks inside her at once, but with only Robby moving, grinding against her clit every time he thrust into her, the pleasure quickly overtook the pain. “Yes Sir, thank you, Sir,” she managed to say. And then she was only making incoherent sounds as the pleasure built and built and her moans became sharper cries and she couldn’t hold anything in or back anymore.
“I can feel both of you right now and it’s fucking incredible,” Jack said. “Look at you both, being so fuckin’ good, so goddamn good. I want you both to cum for me. Do it, show me, make me feel it.”
Between Jack’s words and Robby’s cock, Samira felt herself pushed over the edge. The orgasm hit her with powerful intensity, her pussy and ass clamping down hard with each wave of it that crashed through her. She heard Robby groan, holding her tighter, pumping into her harder as he came. Then she felt the sear of Jack pulling out of her ass, caught the sound of his low growl before he painted her back with his hot spend.
Samira’s body felt limp, her mind detached and floating. Her doctor brain told her exactly what was happening to her physically: her body was flooding with endorphins, dopamine, serotonin, and oxytocin, her pelvic floor still contracting, her heart rate significantly elevated. She tried to make words, but could catch no coherent train of thought. Then Robby was shifting beneath her, almost cradling her as he moved to lay her on her side next to him. She was covered in a sheen of sweat and he brushed the damp hair from her forehead. She had spent so long always wary to look up at him, knowing she’d probably see impatience or disappointment or frustration written on his face and directed at her. Now, she saw none of those things there - there was only warmth and care, and a kind of protectiveness, as his hand moved from her forehead to the space between her shoulder and neck, gently massaging the muscle there.
Jack pulled wipes from the toy box and wiped her back clean, wiped the leftover lube from his cock and her ass, then settled in behind her, one arm around her waist. “You got her?” Robby murmured.
“I got her, Jack replied, and Robby left the bed, heading into the bathroom. Jack turned her, so they were face to face, and found her mouth, kissing her so softly, demanding nothing. “You’re amazing,” he said, unclasping her collar and setting it on the bedside table. “You amaze me, Samira. I am so in love with you, and so fucking proud of you for today. I know it scared you and I know it was hard and I know we really pushed your limits. But I also know it was what you wanted… and I wanted to show you what I already know. Which is, that you can do absolutely anything.”
Robby returned, condom removed, a glass of water in hand. He put it on the bedside table nearest Jack, before retrieving his briefs and pulling them on. Jack watched him for a moment, then said, “What the fuck are you doing?”
Robby ran a hand through his hair. “I, uh... I wasn’t sure whether I should stay.”
Jack sat up, arms folded across his chest. “Michael, did you or did you not just participate in an extremely intense sexual experience with Dr. Mohan and with me?”
“I… did.”
“Then you sure as shit stay to participate in the aftercare part of it too.” He picked up the glass of water and took a sip. “Get your ass back in the bed.” He held the glass out to Samira. “And you - sit up and drink for me.”
Samira sat up slowly and winced, only realizing now how stretched and sore everything felt. She reached for the glass but her hand was shaking. It wasn’t that bad, not worth crying over - but suddenly there were tears in her eyes, sliding down her cheeks, and she didn’t know why. Robby was instantly at her side, taking the glass from Jack, and holding it to her lips.
She drank and swiped the wetness from her face. “Sorry,” she said. “I’m fine, really.”
“Don’t apologize,” Jack said. “Everything’s dropping right now. You let us take you to a pretty intense place and now you have to let your body come out of it. Whatever you need to do is totally fine. We’re both here. You’re completely safe.” He lifted her hand and kissed it, then kept it clasped in his, while Robby stroked her hair, a soothing touch. Over her head, she heard Jack ask, “That was all okay for you, Robby? You feeling good?”
“Are you fucking kidding me? This was… I don’t even know what to say.” Robby paused and Samira could have sworn his eyes were wet too. “I spent so long disconnected from everyone, not even sure if I wanted to… be here anymore. It’s nice to feel… connected again. Thank you for that.” He looked at Samira and smiled wryly. “You can consider this my second attempt at an apology.”
“It was better than your first,” Samira replied, and watched his face crack into a real smile, and then even a laugh. She had to laugh too.
After a moment, he said, “Oh… I brought a cake.”
Samira’s eyebrows shot up. “You made a cake?”
“Jack told me to bring dessert.” Robby shook his head. “It might not be very good.”
“You bake, you take days off, you apologize for things, you willingly open yourself up to intimacy with others… who are you??”
He was still smiling, but there was a hint of something true, something pained in it when he said, “I don’t know.”
“Then you gotta do the work to find out,” Jack said. “Fortunately, you have people who love you and you don’t gotta do it alone. Now - go get us some fuckin’ cake please.”
Robby rolled off the bed and they heard his bare feet on the stairs as he made his way to the kitchen. Samira leaned her head on Jack’s shoulder and felt his arm go around her. “Thank you for this, Jack,” she said quietly. “Not just the sex. For all of it. For… seeing me.”
“Thank you for letting me see,” he said. Then, “It might be too soon to ask… but is this something you’d like to do again? The three of us together I mean.”
Samira closed her eyes. She thought of Robby kissing her, fucking her, of both of them filling her up. And then she thought of what it might be like to take Robby in her mouth while Jack fucked his ass, or to let Jack open her up on his fingers and tongue, while she used her mouth and hands on Robby’s cock. She opened her eyes and tilted her head up to look at Jack, a smile on her lips. “Green light,” she said.