Chapter Three

"I can't believe Wade gets his shoulder separated and Swagger gets his first ever face push." The locker door next to his slams, bouncing off the frame before it can latch. "Son of a bitch."

Chuckling, Sheamus shakes his head at the angry Swiss Superman and continues packing his bag. No, he's not particularly happy about the situation with Wade Barrett and Jack Swagger, but Money In The Bank is coming up and he'd rather think about that than anything else. He shares Cesaro's frustration, but ultimately the man is frustrated about much more than just Wade's sudden injury and Sheamus doesn't really think he can help him with any of it.

"They're going to strip him of his title, too. Bullshit." Cesaro sounds disgusted with it all.

Sighing softly, Sheamus pats his shoulder. "He'll come back and get it back. You know that."

"But it shouldn't have happened!" Cesaro insists. "How many breaks does Swagger get?"

"Swagger gets a lot of breaks for reasons nobody quite knows," Sheamus explains softly.

He normally would have been out of the locker room by now and headed off with Marta; the two of them have stopped hiding their relationship—she'd posted an Instagram photo and he'd posted a Tweet within five minutes of each other to announce the news to the world. As an added bonus, there's some storyline in the works for them coming up, too. But he's still hanging around in the locker room, waiting for Cesaro to continue packing up since Marta insisted the man was necessary for their next play date—and Sheamus is more than excited for that to come.

If it means having a scene with Cesaro, well, hell, bring it on. Being with Marta so much and exploring his sexuality has inspired him to do some exploring on his own so he could determine just how little he truly knew about himself. He's not bisexual, at least he doesn't quite think so, but there are a few men here and there he finds attractive. Cesaro is just one of them.

And it might be a huge turn-on if Marta chooses to dominate both of them while they watch her take turns on each other. He's only ever seen her dominate him, and that's only when she chooses not to blindfold him for the evening. Maybe he can quietly inquire about her doing to someone else what she does to him so he can see it through a different perspective. She's certainly been otherwise accommodating when he's needed her to adapt something for him.

His phone vibrates, and he quickly checks the screen. "Marta's asking after us. Let's go."

Cesaro hums and quickly shoves the rest of his belongings into his bag before slinging it onto his shoulder and giving a brief nod. And not for the first time, Sheamus has to wonder what Marta promised Ryback and Curtis in order to be permitted to borrow their submissive for the evening at hand. It must've been something good considering the two are like snarling pit bulls any time someone comes sniffing around, but Sheamus knows how considerable her reach is, so.

"Any idea what we're doing tonight?" Cesaro asks, playing with the snaps on the front of his King of Swing jacket. "We never played with another guy when we were together."

When we were together. Guy might be attractive, but Sheamus isn't ever letting it go that Cesaro was with Marta first and, therefore, they have a shared history that has nothing to do with him. It's stupid to even care about because, clearly, if she'd wanted to keep the Swiss man around, she would have done so. Plus, she'd explained to him long ago that in the end, she and Cesaro simply weren't suited for the long haul and being friends worked out far better in the end for them anyway. Which is true, because they are still good friends, but it still irks him knowing this man was with his girlfriend. It probably always will because he's a bit stupid like that.

Girlfriend. He smiles to himself at the term and shakes his head. Ever since their second scene together, he and Marta have been together and he's enjoyed every moment of it immensely. She makes him feel good about himself and more than that, he genuinely enjoys spending time with her and beside her. Not only is she a woman who can easily hold her own in any situation, she's also funny. She makes him smile, makes him laugh, and she even has the rare gift of being able to cheer him up when he's in a bad mood. Not many other women have been able to do that.

Once they step out of the arena, he aims Cesaro for the general direction where Marta had parked, looking forward to the night at hand. Surely nothing can go wrong at this point. Unless something happens during the scene, but Marta's at the top of her game and she'll be able to fix anything that goes wrong. He has faith in her ability to take care of the situation, any situation really, because she's just responsible and dependable enough to know how to do so. The show is over, the matches have been won, and she seemed in a great mood when they separated backstage so he could get showered and dressed and she could do the same. Life is just good.

He freezes when he catches sight of Marta's car. She's sitting on the hood, feet propped up on the front bumper and talking to someone he easily recognizes. Well, life was good about five seconds ago but now he senses life is about to head into a direction he doesn't want it to. This is the last person he wants Marta to be talking to right now. Why does it all have to go to hell?

"What's Kaitlyn doing here?" Cesaro hisses to him, sounding both confused and amused.

Sheamus shakes his head. "She has family around here but I didn't think she'd come here."

"You better take control of this situation as soon as you have the chance." Cesaro punches him in the shoulder. "Because Marta does not look the least bit happy about their conversation."

No, she doesn't. She's smiling and nodding in all the right places, but her eyes have gone stormy and he can only imagine how angry she is to be talking to his ex-girlfriend here of all places. Please God, don't let her turn whatever she's mad about into an actual fight.

"Hello, ladies," Cesaro says when they reach them, offering Kaitlyn a smile that doesn't quite meet his eyes. Yeah, he doesn't seem to be happier about seeing her here either.

Kaitlyn smiles up at them. "Hi, guys. I heard you were all in town and came down to say hi."

"She's visiting a cousin here," Marta says, and the dryness of her voice coupled with her thundering eyes proves she wishes she didn't know that information. "You took your time."

"That was my fault. I had a small meltdown about what happened to Wade's shoulder," Cesaro says, plopping down on the car hood next to her with the slightest traces of a smirk.

Marta makes a face and shakes her head. "Fucking Swagger. I swear to Christ, we finally get the right Intercontinental Champion and he has to go and screw it all up. Hopefully Dolph gets it."

"Why can't I have it?" Sheamus asks. "We could use one more title reunification."

"I saw you win the U.S. Championship, but the way. Good job," Kaitlyn says, nudging him.

If Marta's eyes go any darker, they'll be black. "Beating Dean Ambrose is quite the feat, yes."

"It wasn't that hard." Sheamus clears his throat. "Have you also heard Marta and I are dating?"

"I saw that on Twitter, yeah. You guys make a cute couple. I just never saw, y'know, Marta of all people dating another wrestler," Kaitlyn says, and Sheamus isn't even quite sure if she's just voicing her thoughts or subtly insulting his girlfriend. He's sure it's the former, though.

The indignant expression on Marta's face is a candle flicker, there and gone so fast Kaitlyn likely wouldn't have noticed it. "Oh, I have no problem dating other wrestlers. Just none of them were ever the right wrestler, but I know for a fact I've found the one I intend to keep."

Sadly, Sheamus doesn't even think Kaitlyn knows how much tension is running through Marta's body right now, but Cesaro nods. He rests a comforting hand on her shoulder and gives it a squeeze, murmuring something very quietly that Sheamus realizes isn't English—which makes him wonder what language it was. Marta, to his knowledge, only speaks English and Swedish, though it's very likely she picked something else up along the way from Cesaro. And speaking of, why does it have to be so much more awkward with his ex than it has to be for hers?

He doesn't know where to go with the conversation but he also doesn't want Kaitlyn to notice that Marta is apparently trying to telepathically kill her. Hell, he knew the two of them never got along backstage—he isn't sure why they didn't, he just knows they didn't because Tamina mentioned it a few weeks ago—but he never knew Marta had it in for her like this.

"It was nice seeing you again, but we have plans for tonight," Cesaro inserts smoothly.

"Oh, you do? Shit, I didn't know. I'm sorry if I've made you late." Kaitlyn extends her hand to him, and he gives it a shake, as does Marta. "I'll see you guys tomorrow before you head out."

Marta's expression clearly says no, you won't, but she smiles pleasantly just the same and then Kaitlyn turns to tell Sheamus goodbye. He knows it isn't going to be a handshake, not with him, but he's still momentarily thrown off when she hugs him. Thrown off enough it takes him a minute to respond properly. He hugs her back, just because it's the decent thing to do, and whatever Marta's issue with Kaitlyn, he's sure she's just developed a whole lot more of them.

As soon as Kaitlyn is out of earshot, Marta growls and the sound reverberates down his spine like nothing else. "I hate her. I hate her and she's just lucky I decided not to kill her."

"Come off it, Marta, your trunk isn't big enough to fit a human body in anyway." Cesaro claps her on the shoulder, but Sheamus wants to tell him not to bother. If she wants to be mad, she can be. He understands, even if it does seem a tad on the ridiculous side to him. "So, shall we continue on to the hotel, or are you going to hog Sheamus for the evening because of that?"

"No, no, we're still sharing." She bites down on her bottom lip and scowls at the pavement. "Just… Jesus Christ, to act all friendly like that after… No. Just. Let's head for the hotel."

After? Sheamus frowns but lets it go, not interested in derailing their plans just to get into some crazy story about what went down between Kaitlyn and Marta to make Marta hate her. If it's really worth talking about, and her bad mood lasts, Sheamus will ask her about it himself.

He still makes a point to kiss her cheek when she stands. "Let's have a good night anyway."

She smiles and nods up at him, and he breathes a sigh of relief as the takes the passenger seat while Cesaro takes the back and Marta drives. Of course she's driving; the car belongs to her and nobody drives her baby but her. She made that perfectly clear when he once asked to drive.

Why he expects her to really wait until they reach the hotel is beyond him because he should know better at this point. Things might not officially start until he's naked and under her appreciative gaze, but she's still played around with him in the car and in his personal locker room at the arenas, so it shouldn't surprise him that tonight is not a tiny bit different.

At the first red light they encounter, she snaps her fingers. "Underwear, gentlemen."

"God, you've not changed at all," Cesaro groans from the back, fumbling with his jeans.

Sheamus chuckles and shakes his head, unfastening his own and pushing them down his legs. Doing this in a car is difficult, but hell, maybe he just needs to stop wearing underwear period.

Though Marta's made a joke or two about him not wearing it anymore, he's seriously considering just not. Not only would he be only a single layer of clothing away from being bent over and fucked, but it'd make this entire procedure less necessary if he just stopped wearing it.

As soon as he has them off and his jeans back on, he drops his pair of black boxer briefs in her hand. She looks at them, then smiles wickedly at him. "Silk? You really do know me well."

"Nobody told me nice underwear was a necessity," Cesaro says before adding his own white cotton pair to her hand. "So if that's going to be a problem… Well, it's off now, so."

"It's not a problem. Silk is just nice." Marta chuckles, fisting the fabrics in her hand.

They reach the hotel not long after, and to Sheamus's endless embarrassment, she tucks both pairs into the hip pocket of her pants. Not in deep enough to be hidden, though. She lets them hang out and pretends not to notice them even as she leads him and Cesaro toward the elevator—but everyone around them notices and surely they've put two and two together by now.

"Brie wanted me to ask you if you minded teaching her the whips and chains games when you have spare time," Cesaro announces once the elevator doors slide shut.

Marta glances at him while Sheamus just snorts. "She wants to… With Daniel? Really?"

"Unless she's cheating on him, I presume it's with Daniel." Cesaro grins and shakes his head. "That's just fun to think about. But you have to admit, Brie can be quite domineering."

"It'd be better coming from you considering you know exactly how to treat a submissive man," Sheamus says, nudging her lightly and giving her a hopefully warm smile.

She smiles and pecks him on the lips. "Good point. I'll sit her down and talk about it."

"And you'll agree and rig the room with cameras so you can send me all the footage and I can enjoy myself watching it," Cesaro says, pouting when she scowls and smacks him on the arm. "What? Can't a guy joke? Besides, seeing Brie and Daniel try D/s is going to be pure gold."

Sheamus bites down hard on a chuckle—it's not worth getting a smack on the arm for being crude, but he does see Cesaro's point. Of course, not everyone who does D/s looks like they do, so going by appearances is worthless, but he's still going to enjoy watching this unfold if it does. Hopefully, Marta will agree and want him to sit in on it so he can watch Marta try to teach Brie how to dominate Daniel. God, that's going to be something he never forgets seeing. Ever.

Marta leads them to their room and as soon as the door snaps shut behind them and locks, the atmosphere changes instantly. "I'm going to the bathroom to get dressed. By the time I come out, I want you both to have undressed each other and to be in position. Back-to-back."

She steps into the bathroom, pulling the door closed behind her, and Sheamus glances over at Cesaro, appraising him as he digests her command. Undressing Cesaro shouldn't be hard, but this'll be the first time he's ever done anything with a guy and he doesn't want to risk fucking it up. He doesn't want to get so lost in his own head that he can't enjoy himself, so he simply takes a deep breath and approaches Cesaro so they can both get this over with.

No. He doesn't want to think of it as a task to get through so they can get on to bigger and better things. Sighing softly, he forces himself to slow down and take a breath, locking his eyes with Cesaro's startled dark brown ones. He's a beautiful man, and from what Sheamus has seen of it—almost everything—a beautiful body. While most of the other men are muscular, like himself, Cesaro has managed to build up his muscles while still remaining rather lean and yet he's so strong. This is the kind of body to be appreciated, not looked at as an obstacle to overcome.

"I've not undressed another guy before, fella," he admits, and he hopes Marta takes a little longer than usual because he wants to at least get an established rapport between the two of them.

Cesaro nods slowly. "I understand. I was nervous the first time I did it, too. Want me to start?"

"I mean, if you wouldn't mind." Sheamus kicks off his shoes, as does Cesaro. "Please, do."

"Why would I mind? I've wanted to do this for quite some time." With that, Cesaro starts.

Every motion is slow and calculated, smooth, just like his work in the ring. He isn't rough when he pulls Sheamus's shirt over his head, and he's careful unfastening his jeans since neither of them have anything underneath. Though it should probably feel awkward, as he's never been undressed by a man in such an intimate setting, Sheamus feels oddly relaxed about all of this. This is just Cesaro, after all, and he's not the least bit intimidating or scary. He's just another man, a gorgeous man who is willing to let himself be vulnerable tonight so they can all enjoy themselves, and Sheamus is damn appreciative of someone so willing to do that.

Once he's naked, Sheamus exhales slowly and tries for a smile. "Well, we're halfway there. Just… It's not you. It's me. Don't think that you're the reason this is strange for me."

"I'm not concerned with it being me. Marta told me you've not done this with a man before so I'd know to be patient with you." Cesaro fumbles with the bottom of his t-shirt just the same before nodding once. "All right. Just… It's been a long time since I've been with a guy, too."

At least they're on somewhat equal ground. "Well, I hope we can both enjoy ourselves tonight."

"I'm sure we will." Cesaro smiles, albeit nervously, and holds the bottom of his shirt out.

The shirt isn't the hard part. Getting it up and over Cesaro's head is nothing because he's undressed his girlfriends in the past in the heat of the moment, and he never hurt any of them even when his hormones overruled his good sense. He takes a moment to drink in Cesaro's lean chest, his nipples dark against his skin and already hard, and then wraps his fingers around the waistband of the other man's jeans. This isn't hard, either. Not really. He's careful not to be too rough with the zipper because yet again, no underwear, but it still feels weird kneeling down so he can work the denim down Cesaro's long legs. Long, gorgeous legs at that, he notes. This man is muscle everywhere, but it's different from the way his body is built. Leaner, more graceful.

"Wasn't so hard, was it?" Cesaro asks when Sheamus stands again, but his voice is weak.

Sheamus shakes his head, and for good measure, pecks Cesaro on the lips. "You're gorgeous."

The moment seems suspended in time before they both remember they have something to do, and they hasten to obey. Once they're in position, Sheamus sneaks a glance over his shoulder to see Cesaro's back so taut from keeping his spine straight. He really is gorgeous, no doubt about it, and he's also someone Sheamus knows very well. It makes it easier when he reminds himself that this isn't some random guy who doesn't know him or understand him. This is Cesaro, and they've shared matches and conversations and they've just spent time together.

Then the bathroom door opens, and he feels the anticipation twist in his gut. "Very pretty, boys."

Sheamus licks his lips at the sight of her, catching the smirk she sends him because it's not like he does anything to hide it. He's never going to get tired of seeing her in black leather, not in a million years, just like she's probably never going to get tired of the clover leaf nipple clamps—truly, he's not going to be able to get tired of those, either. He's grown rather fond of the damned things—or, at least, he's grown rather fond of the pleasure and pain they bring him.

She comes to stand in front of him first, stroking a hand lovingly down the side of his face, and he leans into her touch with a small smile. Just being here with her is soothing, and it serves to remind him that if things go too far for him to take tonight, he just has to say the word and they will stop. And Cesaro can do the same. As long as he keeps track of his own emotions about what they're doing, there's no reason this has to end badly and he's more than happy about that. He loves spending good nights with her, especially when they take this direction.

"I was thinking for a long time about how I wanted to make this work," she tells him.

He blinks up at her, then nods to show he's listening since he hasn't been asked a question and he can tell she doesn't mean for him to verbally respond. But he's willing to bet Cesaro is also listening carefully even if he can't see her. They have to listen to her, and they want to.

The gentle petting begins once again. "Because I want both of you to enjoy yourselves tonight."

When her fingers slide up into his hair, Sheamus closes his eyes and allows himself to enjoy the gentle attention. It never ceases to amaze him how comfortable he feels with her, how safe and secure he is having her this close to him. She understands him and she doesn't belittle him for wanting to submit, for wanting to kneel at her feet. It's so fucking refreshing, really.

"But really, the best thing for me to do is come out and ask so I know for sure and don't guess wrong." Her hand tugs lightly at his hair, and he opens his eyes. "Do you want to watch?"

Watch. Hell yes. Wasn't he just thinking about that a few minutes ago? How sexy it would be to watch her dominate another guy, the anticipation building as the knowledge grew that he would be subjected to the same treatment as soon as she was done. "Watch you with Cesaro, ma'am?"

"That's my intention, yes," she confirms with a nod. "You'll watch me work him over and top him, and then while he's recovering, he'll be able to watch me do the same to you. I feel like you have a voyeurism kink somewhere in this pretty head of yours, but I need to be sure about it."

So he doesn't have to actually do anything but watch, which means he doesn't necessarily have to worry about freaking out and fucking something up. Well, that works just great for him. At least now he's got more time to think about participating. "I'd very much enjoy that, ma'am."

Marta chuckles and nods. "I thought you would. All right, on your feet. I want to tie you up nice and pretty so you can't touch yourself. If Cesaro can't, it's only fair you can't, either."

He stands and allows her to lead him over to one of the chairs in the room—nice hotel, even nicer chairs. Once he's seated, she ties his wrists to the legs of the chair, a great way to keep his arms immobile, then spreads his legs across the arms and kneels between them. God, he's going to die seeing her do this on a regular basis. It certainly doesn't help when she slicks two of her fingers and slides them inside of him, eliciting a thankful moan from his lips.

When she slides the vibrator in, though, he knows he's in for simple and utter hell.

She blows him a kiss before going back to Cesaro, and Sheamus wills himself not to explode from the vibrations thrumming inside of him or the impossibly sexy sight of his good friend and his girlfriend together, her fingers trailing over Cesaro's shoulders and making him shiver.

He keeps waiting for what he thinks is the inevitable stab of jealousy, but it never comes and he breathes a sigh of relief even as his eyes remain glued on where she now kneels behind Cesaro. Her hands trail up his things, his defined stomach and chest… And stop at his dark nipples, thumbing over them until he squirms slightly. Which earns him a stinging slap on the ass, but even that's fucking sexy to watch. Sheamus bites his lip and tries not to shift in the chair lest he stretch his arms in the wrong direction or nudge the vibrator, but he can't help squirming a little when Marta pulls Cesaro's back against her chest, pinching his nipples until he whimpers.

"You can't fool me, you know," she says, and Sheamus sucks in a breath at the tone of her voice. Stern. So stern. "I know you better than you must think I do. Or maybe you think I've forgotten. But I know how much you like having these pretty nipples played with, Antonio."

Sheamus wheezes at the words and licks his lips, shuddering when Marta suddenly shoves Cesaro forward so he's balanced on his hands and knees. In this position, his ass is totally bared for her and Cesaro has to know it, yet he stays just the way she's set him. He knows he has to or risk the punishment, no doubt, so he holds still and waits for her to continue.

She chuckles, resting her hands on his shoulder blades. "Yeah, I remember everything."

Her hands roam down the broad, muscular plane of his back and he exhales slowly, trying to steady himself, but it doesn't do him any good once her hands reach his ass. Yet again, Sheamus tries not to move, but he can't help straining forward just a little to get a slightly better look.

Marta's fingers are still slick and she wastes no time in pressing two of them into Cesaro, drawing a low moan from him in response. God, and he looks good on the receiving end, too. His lean frame shakes with pleasure that she seems to gleefully draw out of him, something that turns Sheamus on furiously. It's not just that she likes causing pleasure, it's that she likes doing it in a way that is such her own, and she loves the reactions as much as they love the actions.

Slowly, she leans back but keeps her fingers deep inside of Cesaro, shifting them, pulling them out only to thrust them back in. Like the good boy he is, he moans but holds still, fingers digging into the carpeting and revealing just how much effort it's taking him to do so. Sheamus licks his lips and tells himself to be patient, to enjoy the show his girlfriend and friend are giving him because this doesn't happen every day and it might be quite some time before it happens again.

"You know what else I remember?" Marta purrs. "I remember this right here."

She hooks her fingers, and Cesaro cries out suddenly, his hips jolting back against her.

That's his prostate, then. Sheamus shudders, then bites down on his lip to hold in a noise of his own when a slight shift of his weight pushes the vibrator deeper inside of him. Fuck, he has to remember that every move he makes is going to cost him. Every time he so much as twitches, the damned thing is going to do something and so he needs to choose his battles carefully.

Another moan from Cesaro makes him refocus on the action in front of him, though this is far from a sound of pleasure. The dejected sound makes him wince in sympathy, but Marta is already strolling toward the bed where her bag of toys waits loyally for her. Though Sheamus loves most of the objects she brings with her so they can play, he doesn't love all of them and he only hopes Cesaro gets one of the good ones. Besides, he's been on the receiving end of all of them and he knows which ones will be the sexiest to watch without a doubt.

Marta starts unpacking the bag and Sheamus's pulse jumps in his throat as he watches her, making a mental catalogue of the items he sees for later. The fact she brought more than one strap-on is telling, but he's not going to complain because he's learned that all of them feel good in different ways. Hell, with her as his teacher, he's learned so much more than he even thought possible not only about how good the sex can be, but how many different ways there are to enjoy it and how even a slight change can release a thousand or more sensations in him.

She picks up a length of white cotton rope and he bites down on the inside of his cheek. The rope is used for more intricate tying since the scarves are primarily for blindfolds and tying his wrists behind his back. Of course, she also likes to use his belts for that, too, but she never seems to know which one she's going to use until it's time. Now is different. Even though they haven't been together for a very long time, he's learned to read her well and he knows she's thought about this very hard before putting any of it in practice. After all, she's quite careful.

"He makes pretty noises, doesn't he?" Marta asks, and Sheamus blinks when he realizes her smoky eyes are now hyper focused on him as she returns to kneeling behind Cesaro.

Sheamus licks his dry lips and nods. "Yes, ma'am. He makes gorgeous noises, ma'am."

Marta hums as if in agreement and sets to work with the rope, tying Cesaro's forearms to his thighs, crisscrossing it over his back but not too tightly. It's nice against his skin, makes it look darker than it is, and Sheamus has never enjoyed watching something this intimate quite like this.

Another trip to the bed and his mouth dries when he recognizes a vibrating plug much like the one she's currently using on him. Jesus, how many different ones did she bring with her tonight?

"You're going to take this for me," she tells Cesaro, leaning over him to show it to him, a smirk curling her lips when he audibly gulps. "And while you're doing that, you're going to watch Sheamus and I do something. But you are not allowed to come until I say you are.

Cesaro nods rapidly, his breath coming in rough pants like he's trying to catch his breath but hasn't quite managed how to do it yet. "Yes, ma'am. I understand, ma'am." Of course he does; the only way he'll be able to come tonight is if Marta allows him to do so.

With ease, she lubes the vibrator and sits back on her heels, tongue sliding over her lower lip thoughtfully before she slowly eases it inside of him. His reaction is instant: he groans and presses his face against the carpet, his entire body jerking when she starts the vibrations.

Then she leaves him there and comes to stand in front of Sheamus, one hand resting on the curve of her hip, the top bared by the low-slung waistband of her leathers. He loves these pants more than he's ever going to be willing to admit, but at least he can still see her in them on a regular basis without ever having to wheedle her into putting them on for him. She likes them, too.

He doesn't know what to say or if he's supposed to say anything, but he is quietly stunned when she reaches behind her and the front of her bra slackens. Oh, he's seen her naked plenty of times but usually she stays in her get-up until she's preparing to be inside of him or they're sharing a shower together. Marta isn't one to do casual nudity, and he respects that.

That being said, he still likes looking at her naked because she's beautiful, but she's not beautiful like the other women he's been with. Most would say she isn't traditionally feminine, not with her lack of make-up and depth of muscle tone, but to Sheamus that's what makes her special. She doesn't wear make-up because it irritates her skin, and if people don't like her the way she looks, then they're not going to like her when she would inevitably have to take the make-up off at the end of the day. The muscle definition, of course, is for work, but also because she takes herself very seriously. And even though she doesn't do casual nudity, she tosses the leather bra behind her without a qualm and stands in front of him, naked from the waist up. Her breasts are full and soft, dark as the rest of her, her nipples dusky and hardening in the slightly cool air of the room. And still, she manages to hold herself as if nothing at all has changed.

And he can't touch her. That pings in his mind a moment after he's absorbed the sight of her like this—his hands are still bound and she can stand this close, tantalizingly bare and just delicious to look at, and all he can do is look at her. He wants to touch her, hardly gets to when they scene together and he isn't quite sure why when it comes right down to it. Though he knows they need to talk about it at some point, right now with Cesaro in the room seems wrong because this really is a private matter. But he's not really been able to do much in the way of pleasuring her other than doing what she commands him to do, and then she fucks him and he isn't entirely sure if that gets her off every time they do it or not. He's usually too close to passing out to ask.

But seeing her like this now makes him wonder if she's decided that needs to change herself—and if that has anything to do with seeing Kaitlyn tonight. Marta seems indecisive herself about it, considering she hasn't moved in the last few minutes, but she finally exhales slowly and moves to straddle his lap, sliding her legs over and under his so she isn't putting too much pressure on them with the way they're spread. He's thankful for that, and when she settles down, the leather against his bare cock is incredible. Usually, they're not in a position that he gets to feel it like this, but now they are and he wonders what's going on. She's not usually like this—not that he's complaining—but he is slightly concerned something might be wrong with her.

"You've been very good for me, you know," she says, and he just bites his lip because he's not entirely sure what she's talking about, not really. "Possibly far too good for me. But let's not think about that tonight. You've earned a little reward for the evening, I believe."

She leans closer and kisses him, and it's not the hard and predatory kisses he's used to during their scenes. This one is noticeably softer and lighter, more gentle. Her teeth tug gently at his lower lip, just barely, just enough to get him to open his mouth, and then her tongue steals inside to curl around his, coaxing him to participate. Yet again, not complaining, but this is so unlike her and he wants to know what's going through her mind right now. But he can't read her mind.

Her fingers slide up into his hair and just rest there, twining in his locks and lightly pulling every so often, as if simply to keep him in the moment. Not that he needs it. With her warm, comforting weight on top of him and her bare breasts pressed against his chest while she masterfully, if gently, eats at his mouth, he's not mentally going anywhere.

A warm, callused palm slides down his chest, making the nerves beneath his skin spark with interest, and he whimpers into her mouth when her fingers slide over his nipple. She chuckles in answer, a sound barely audible considering their mouths tangled up this way, and thumbs over the rapidly hardening bud before giving it a light pinch. When she pulls away from the kiss, he's expecting it but still moans when her hot mouth surrounds his nipple, tongue bathing it and warming it, fingers splaying across his ribs to keep him still and he hisses slightly when she inadvertently presses down on a bruise; she gets the hint and shifts her grip accordingly.

He's just starting to get into it when she slides off of him and returns to Cesaro, but that's fair because the poor guy is tied up and she has to divide her attention evenly, anyway. Sheamus licks his lips, savoring the taste of her still on him, and focuses his attention on the way she walks in front of Cesaro, all tall, dark, stalking predator before she flips him onto his back.

It leaves his legs spread, what with the way they're tired to his arms, thus leaving him vulnerable and open to her gaze. And God, he really is gorgeous. Sheamus has seen guys he would qualify as attractive before but not guys he's been attracted to; Cesaro is a different story, though, but he doesn't want to chance touching tonight. No; tonight, he just wants to watch and learn.

Marta clicks her tongue down at him. "I think you could use a good warming up."

"Yes, ma'am. Please." Cesaro squirms the best he can, whimpering when it no doubt nudges the vibrator inside of him, and then Marta is once again reviewing the contents of her bag.

What she comes up with makes Sheamus's throat tighten. He's seen her rattan cane before, but he isn't into canings and he's just glad he's not going to be on the receiving end of it. If that's what Cesaro is into, good for him. It's just not something Sheamus is interested in, honestly.

She trails it along the inside of Cesaro's thigh and he stiffens at the same time his breath begins to come faster; he's aroused just being touched by it. Chuckling, Marta runs a hand through her hair, sending it spilling around her shoulders in a dark veil, then lightly taps the skin there. Cesaro whimpers and bites his lip, as if trying to hold back the urge to plea for more.

All it takes is a slight repositioning of her body, and now Sheamus knows why she tied Cesaro's legs apart. The cane whistles through the air with ease and bounces off of his muscular thigh, an involuntary little yelp leaving his lips as the pain no doubt ignites. Based on the red mark already forming on his skin, she's hitting harder than she hits Sheamus when she uses the flog or a whip, but when she does it again, Cesaro whines—but he doesn't try to stop her or safe word.

He trusts her with this, even if they haven't been together in years. That says a lot about them.

The cane comes down again and Sheamus swallows hard, tracing the welts with his eyes.

When Marta finally decides it's enough, she tosses the cane back onto the bed before kneeling down once again, soothing her hands along the marks gently so as not to further irritate them. "Such a good boy. You took that so well. Give me a color so I know where we're at."

Cesaro licks his lips, his voice coming out in a trembling shudder. "Green, m-ma'am."

She nods and slides her hands down to the hollows where Cesaro's thighs begin and ease his legs a bit further apart, and Sheamus strains against his own bindings, wincing as the metal digs into his skin. Not that he cares; all he cares about is getting a better view of what's about to happen. And seeing Cesaro's legs spread wide and welcoming like this is more than beautiful, so it's not like he doesn't have a damned good reason for wanting to get a better view, anyway.

Marta removes the vibrator and turns it off, then heads back to the bed to examine the items she'd laid out a moment ago. During this, Cesaro glances over at him and smirks lazily, and Sheamus grins back at him. He's enjoying himself, and Sheamus is enjoying watching him enjoy himself, and Marta enjoys both, so it's really working out for the best for all of them.

When she returns, she has one of her strap-ons in hand and uses the other to unfasten the front of her leathers with a familiar, predatory smirk. Sheamus's eyes are locked on hers and he assumes Cesaro's are as well because watching her undress fully is, without a doubt, one of the greater pleasures of having a scene with her. When she shimmies her hips just slightly—dear fucking God—the leathers fall off to pool around her ankles, leaving her long, bare legs leading up to her bare pussy on display for both of them, and she doesn't seem to have a problem with it at all.

She kneels down and leans over Cesaro, pressing the tip of the strap-on to his lips, chuckling when he obligingly gives it a lick. "You going to take all of this for me, pretty boy? Though I suppose it won't be a true challenge for you given you take two dicks most nights, right?"

"Yes, ma'am," Cesaro whispers, and Sheamus bites down on the inside of his cheek as Cesaro flushes and squirms. How the fuck do Ryback and Axel get both their dicks in him at once?

But Marta doesn't ask, so he doesn't get to find out. Rather, she simply buckles the harness around her hips and slicks the length of the dildo so it doesn't hurt going inside. Watching her fuck another man feels strangely personal, but watching the slow slide of the plastic inside of Cesaro, hearing the high, breathy whines leave his throat, and above all note the poise and control Marta wields like a true weapon as she eases inside of him despite his constant wriggling is beyond a doubt erotic. After all, Sheamus has only ever seen her above him and through his own lust-dazed eyes, he's never realized how much self-control she has during the act until this moment. And watching her so in control over someone who he has the utmost respect for is also something he's going to cherish seeing because they've allowed him to view this moment.

She pauses to give him time to adjust, then pulls him closer, pulls his hips flush against hers and starts fucking him like there is no tomorrow. It's rougher than she's ever been with Sheamus but he knows Cesaro has different needs and might need more roughness, even a touch of pain, for it to be as enjoyable for him. Whether it's that or not, Marta isn't about to slow down and digs her fingers into his hips the moment he starts wriggle and squirming too much for her to tolerate. Cesaro moans loud and long with every thrust, the sounds tripping over each other and tangling up in a pile when he can't get in air fast enough to make them. One particular thrust makes him cry out and buck up off of the floor, and Marta smirks before twisting her hips and doing it again, wringing another noise from him. Not only does she have masterful control over her own body and its actions, but she has perfect control over Cesaro and his pleasure. She knows how to fuck him and how to draw it out, and it's beyond a doubt one of the sexiest things Sheamus has seen.

Her hand slides up along his thigh again, this time not stopping until her fingers curl around the throbbing length of his cock, and Sheamus wonders how it feels to touch another man. That's one thing he's never done before to anyone but himself, but now he's thinking about it and he might just have to talk to her about finding out. When she starts furiously stroking him in time with her thrusts, Cesaro's cries and moans seem like one endless, seamless tidal wave of sound.

It's a moment that feels endless but even he can see them building toward their crescendo, can see Cesaro flushing and struggling, trying to hold back the urge to come, sweat slicking his body.

Then Marta looks down at him, her eyes dark, almost black with lust. "Cesaro, come."

It's not even a loud command. Had he been loud enough or too close to bliss to hear her, he might not have heard her at all—Sheamus certainly knows the feeling, but he also knows her voice comes in above all other sounds. No matter how loud he's been or how desperately he's been trying to hold himself back, her calm and gentle voice has found its way to his ears and into his brain above it all. Cesaro is no different. He screams out and comes hard, his entire body trembling and straining as he spills on his stomach. Like the all-knowing queen she seems to be, Marta works him through it, then gently pulls out, chuckling when he whimpers softly.

"Good boy," she praises, slowly untying his arms and rubbing the feeling back into them with one hand—her clean one, that is. "Stay right here while I take care of Sheamus, and then I'll take care of you and call your boys to come get you. Does that sound agreeable?"

"Yes, ma'am," Cesaro murmurs, the words coming out in a soft exhale before his eyes flutter closed. Yeah, he's gone. But Sheamus knows how good she is, so he understands why.

Marta stands and tosses her hair back behind her shoulders, raking her clean hand through it before coming to stand in front of Sheamus. With a somewhat mischievous grin, she offers her dirty hand to him and he knows what she wants him to do. He doesn't complain or ask questions or balk, just leans his head forward an inch or two and licks Cesaro's come off of her dark skin. It's not as bad as he thought it would be, really, and he has no complaints when he's finished.

She strokes his hair when he's finished. "Now, it's time I take care of my beautiful Irish boy."

The vibrator comes out, too, and he feels odd with the loss since he'd become accustomed to it in the short period of time. She also takes the time to change out strap-ons, too, and he's a little alarmed to see the one she puts on for him is bigger than the one she used on Cesaro.

But as always, she just seems to know. Her hands slide along his thighs, and he can't help but blush because he knows how she likes them, before drawing them back over the chair arms so he can wrap them around her hips. One of these days, she's told him, she's going to tie him down so she can admire his naked body, and he's almost on the verge of begging her to do it. Crafty lass.

Then she thrusts inside of him and he stops thinking about how she's managed to trick him into wanting what she does as a low moan tears from his throat. He's been so careful to keep himself quiet so he didn't intrude on their scene, but now he can't keep a single sound to himself. Not that she wants him to; he sees the glimmer of triumph in her eyes every time he makes a noise for her, confirmation she is the only mistress of his body, and she just fucking loves that.

"Good boy, Irish," she croons, and her voice sets off things low inside of his body that he can't quite touch himself. "It's a little bigger than you're used to, but I figure it's time to wreck you."

Yes. He doesn't know what that entails, but yes. He does his best not to pull at the cuffs while she fucks him, focused on the pleasure and the slight pain of the added stretch, his body quickly breaking out in a hot sweat while she finds his spot and nails it with precision each and every time. How can she be this good at taking him? God, he doesn't know but he doesn't care because it's so good, so amazing, like someone has just come along and taken control of him just the way he's wanted her to without knowing he's wanted it quite as badly as he did.

He's too focused on her to realize Cesaro is moving, his eyes falling closed so he can intensify the sensation of her inside of him, and then he's being kissed. It's messy and clumsy, not at all like her, and the scruff of burn is rough enough for him to know it isn't her, but he doesn't care. Instead, he tilts his head so he can deepen the kiss himself, more than happy to tangle his tongue with the Swiss man's while Marta fucks him. Fuck, why not? It's just a kiss and Cesaro tastes good, sweet and hot and neither of them dominates the kiss—they just feel it and enjoy it.

Then a hand that isn't Marta's closes around his cock and he whimpers, realizing the reason for the kiss a moment later. Not that it stays long. No, Cesaro obviously has other plans in mind when he breaks the kiss and removes his hand, the sudden loss making Sheamus bite down on his tongue to hold back the plea to come back. Not that he has to make it. With one glance to Marta, who nods, Cesaro bends low and takes Sheamus in his mouth, hot tongue curling around the sensitive tip and teasing him as he works him ever deeper. Sheamus yelps and pulls at the cuffs, wanting to touch, to push Cesaro's head down or grab Marta or just something but he knows the only two in control of the situation aren't liable to give him that even if he begs.

Marta grins down at him and rests a hand on the back of Cesaro's head, the tips of her fingers combing through the hair he still has, and he knows they've planned this. Not only did she go to Cesaro with the request to be watched, she went to him with the request to join her.

Sheamus has honestly never been as hot for her as he is right now, and that's saying something.

He whines when Cesaro starts bobbing his head, swirling his tongue around the hard length of Sheamus's cock in a slow yet even rhythm that doesn't even seem fair. It's more than enough to get him off and he has to dig his fingers into the sides of the chair to keep from doing so, straining to hold out for as long as he knows he has to. If he comes now, he knows he's going to be punished and he doesn't want to be punished. He's been tortured fucking enough.

Then Marta stops playing around and starts drilling into him so hard and fast he can barely breathe around it, his vision starting to gray out around the edges with the effort to hold off his orgasm. Helpless to do anything else, he whines up at her and tries to look as pathetic as he can, his head jerking to the side when she slaps him. It's harsh and hard and he knows it's going to sting for a bit, but that honestly only makes his cock throb more and make him that much more desperate to come. He shakes off the blow and looks back up at her, biting his lower lip, sweat coursing down his face, and he doesn't think he can consciously hold back any longer.

Thankfully, though, he doesn't have to. Marta smirks and smacks him again. "Come, Irish."

He doesn't have to be told twice. A sharp, throaty cry rips free from his lips and he strains against the cuffs with the force of his climax, barely making out Marta holding Cesaro's head down as his vision grays out and sounds go away. They both work him through it, though, and then the contact stops and he weakly shakes his head, trying to clear his vision so he can see what's going on. There's a rattle of metal and the cuffs disappear from his wrists, which is nice and all but he's already pulled at them enough to make his wrists sore. And Marta knows because she gently massages them, working some of the stiffness out of them, and then she's gone again. He blinks rapidly to clear his vision and finds her standing in front of him. Waiting.

Cesaro helps him up out of the chair, and he needs the help because his knees are shaking slightly from it all. But he doesn't help Sheamus to the bed, just holds him around the waist to keep him on his feet. Sheamus is about to ask why, even though asking questions out of turn isn't necessarily a good thing, and then he watches Marta sit down in the chair, on the very edge of it, before leaning back and giving him an expectant look. Oh, holy shit, really? Does she want—

He can't even complete his own thought before Cesaro suddenly shoves him down, and it's then he remembers Cesaro is a very talented switch and not a true submissive. How many times has Marta told him? At least a million; Cesaro will swap out the sub roll with Curtis on occasion, he and Ryback taking over and topping Curtis. And he's gone and forgotten it after watching Cesaro submit rather beautifully, but now he's very aware he's in the room with two Dominants and it's hot. It's just too bad he and Cesaro won't be playing together tonight.

"You will worship your mistress at her feet like the goddess she is," Cesaro says firmly.

Sheamus blinks at the words, then smirks. He can't help himself because it's true. "Yes, sir."

"You can start by kissing her feet," Cesaro continues, and Sheamus looks up at him. "Do it."

"Yes, sir." Well, might as well. Marta keeps herself immaculately. It can't be that bad, not really.

He lowers himself to his elbows, realizing he's never really seen Marta's feet up close but they are just immaculate and well-kept as he'd guessed they would be. Neat and clean, her nails filed and painted a brilliant dark jewel blue that goes nicely with her skin tone. But he doesn't let himself linger because he knows it'll just be an excuse not to do it or to put it off, so he presses kisses to the top of her feet. Cesaro is right; she does deserve this. She's his mistress and his girlfriend, she's put up with a lot of hesitance and uncertainty on his part, and she's been nothing but fair and kind to him. Once he reaches her ankles, he sits back on his knees and looks between the two of them, not sure who he's answering to right now—and sort of liking it.

Cesaro pets the top of his head, as if telling him he's done a good job, then moves over to where Marta is sitting and cocks his head at her, as if in silent communication. They can do that?

Apparently they can, because Marta nods up at him and Cesaro looks pleasantly surprised before taking her hand and kissing the back of it. Right; at one point, she was his mistress as well. Actually, from what Sheamus has been told, she played that roll for quite a long time for him.

"Your mistress takes good care of you, doesn't she?" Cesaro asks suddenly, eyes sharp and hard as they dart back to Sheamus, and Sheamus blinks up at him before nodding slowly. Of course she does. Cesaro probably knows that better than most. "Now it's your turn to return the favor."

Oh. Sheamus blinks in shock, then turns his head slightly to watch Marta spread her long legs wide. She's wet enough to glisten, her skin flushed and utterly delectable to see, and he hasn't been allowed to do this before but now he gets to. And he wants to. She makes him feel fucking incredible, and he's more than happy to return the favor to her now that she wants him to.

He moves closer to her, bracing his hands on the arms of the chair to get himself situated how he likes, and her hand winds through his hair. Even when he's going to go down on her, she's going to retain all of the control and they both know it. Still, he makes a mental note to watch his beard because he knows that enough of it rubbing against her is going to hurt. Beard burn is painful.

"Do her good, Sheamus," Cesaro lilts from behind him, and Sheamus shudders slightly.

Then a hard cuff to the ass catches him off-guard and he realizes Cesaro is waiting for an answer. He swallows hard and looks at up at the Swiss man. "Yes, sir."

Then he turns back to Marta and wastes no time staring because he doesn't want to get spanked again. He presses his face between her open thighs, marveling at how soft her skin is, before licking over her damp folds and catching the low intake of her breath. She tastes even better than she looks and Sheamus licks over her again before delving deeper inside of her. She's soaking wet, a testament to how much dominating him and Cesaro gets her hot, and when he flicks his tongue over her clit, she outright moans shamelessly. When he glances up at her, intent on seeing her expression while he does this, his vision is blocked by her hand on her own breasts, squeezing and kneading them, fingers stroking over and plucking her hard nipples.

Every inch of her is hot and pulsing under his tongue, and he nudges her clit with the bridge of his nose as he presses his tongue inside of her. She's obviously not been paying too much attention to herself because she's almost painfully tight as he licks inside of her, and he half-wonders if he'd even be able to get his fingers inside of her without a fight. But he doesn't try, not this time. Instead, he just flicks his tongue inside of her, then smoothes the moisture over her clit to suck off a moment later. She moans and tugs his hair, and he presses his face against her further, pushing his tongue as deep as he can get it, feeling her tighten around it.

She's sensitive and it doesn't take long to get her off, just a few more flicks of his tongue inside of her, a few more swipes over her swollen clit. When she comes, she moans loudly and arches against his face, and he licks the flood of wetness from her skin before sitting back on his heels, pleased with himself. She sits up and lazily smiles at him, patting him on the head, and he's amused to realize she can't speak through her own little happy haze right now.

Once she does recover though, she leans down and presses a quick kiss to his lips. "Good boy, Irish. Now come on. Both of you into bed so I can get you cleaned up. Cesaro's boys are probably on the way and the last thing I want to do is listen to the big guy bitch."

"You can say that again," Cesaro mutters, and Sheamus laughs softly before he pushes himself to his feet and follows Cesaro over to the bed while Marta retrieves the soothing oil.

He couldn't ask for a better girlfriend or a better Domme, and he doesn't plan on doing so.

A/N: These chapters are a bitch to write out considering how long they get. Mah gawd, as JR would say. Anyway, yes, here's chapter three. Chapter four I already know is going to be the lovely session where Marta teaches Brie to top Daniel, and the fifth chapter will feature Sheamus and Marta interacting with a third guy whose sole purpose is to co-top Sheamus with her, so it'll be more hands on than this.

I don't know, everything's made up and the points don't matter.