The warnings: this story will contain spanking of an adult, BSDM theme, polyamourous relationship between three people.

No copyright is intended.

Let's get started in repairing this relationship shall we!?

Enjoy

K xx

Kelly's POV

The screen flickers in front of me. Again, I move the cursor on to another link from the search engine's results and as the page loads, I move to gulp another swig from my coffee cup. As the almost scalding liquid slid down my throat, I turn my attention to the words hovering on the page on my laptop. I've been sitting here for over two hours moving from one page to another, reading and re-reading all the material that I can find.

The heading "Safe, Sane & Consensual" comes in view and I pick the pen beside my coffee cup again as I prepare to make notes from this page.

Matt's POV

The thrum of the truck's engine is almost calming as I weave my way through the early morning traffic. I've been on the road for almost an hour now yet I've barely moved more than 20 miles – I curse myself for not leaving earlier. Olivia had said that I would hit traffic; I had really thought that it would be early enough that I would get through and on to the Highway before commuters started to move towards their work, obviously I had been wrong. Then again, the extra time in the truck was giving me time to get my thoughts in order. I need the time to get my story right – make sure I was mentally prepared for what was to come.

It is almost an hour later that I pull into the club's parking lot and pull into a space. The lot is empty – as it should be this time of the morning. A flock of crows fly off cawing loudly as I slam my truck door shut and head for the front door of Galleria Domain 2.

Kelly's POV

Five pages of writing later I sit back as I rub my hand over my face. My head feels so full that I think my brain may start to leak out of my ears any minute. I move from my chair, as I stretch upwards the bones in my back crack loudly. Rolling my shoulders, I move towards the coffee pot again for a refill when I feel hands slid around my sides to my biceps and a small body press itself into my back.

"Morning babe."

I feel her hum in response and feel a kiss to the back of my neck before a cold breeze hits me as she moves away to pad towards the living room and collapses on to the sofa, circling slightly on to her side. Olivia pulls one of the throws off the back of the couch to cover herself with before closing her eyes again. I debate pouring her a coffee as I pour yet another in to my cup but eventually decide against it. It would only go cold I think as I hear her breathing even out as she drifts off to sleep again. I move to sit back down opposite my laptop and pull my notes towards me. I sip my coffee as I begin to read through my notes.

Matt's POV

The inside of the club is dark compared to the bright morning blooming outside and I have to hover in the doorway a second to let my eyes adjust to the gloom. As the bar comes in to focus I spot Drew near the back of the bar, lounging in an armchair. His broad arm stretched across the back of the chair, one leg hooked over the other at the knee as he quips a joke with the bartender before moving to sip his drink and flicking his gaze to the phone on the table beside him.

I pause, nerves suddenly getting the better of me. It had been years since I had seen my old mentor. Drew had introduced me into the scene, shown me the rules and procedures of being a good Dom, even helping me understand my needs and kinks that I had been embarrassed about having. Even after I had turned my back on the lifestyle, Drew had still offered to extend a hand if I ever needed it. Right now, I knew I deserved a severe tongue lashing from him and defiantly some advice. As I tried to shake the anxiety that had balled itself in my stomach, I moved my gaze upwards and found Drew had turned his attention from his phone and was watching me closely. I forced my feet to move the 50 feet or so across the bar, sending a quick nod towards the bartender as I passed. At the table, I moved to sit in the chair opposite Drew, declining a drink with a small shake of my head.

"It's been a long time Matthew."

I shudder slightly – Drew and my dad were the only people ever in my life to call me Matthew. I had tried to get Drew out of the habit yet he always seemed set in calling me by my given name. It usually didn't bother me too much up until now but with my current mental state, my full name brought a cold shiver down my spine and an uneasy, slightly sick feeling to my stomach. I open my mouth to respond but unsure of what to say I close it again. I'd had almost 2 ½ hours in which to think of what I was going to say but now I was here every word and sentence I had carefully constructed had evaporated.

"What's eating ya Matt? Something's got ya tongue for sure." Drew's Texas drawl slightly loosened the nerves in my stomach as he tilts his head to the side for a second watching me as I grasp around for the right words, "No one here to judge ya Matt, only me and you – what's happened?"

With that, I look up into his eyes, those kind soft eyes that always seemed unfazed no matter what came out of my mouth. I was sure that I could tell Drew that I had killed someone and he would still be unfazed and have some advice for me. With a small sigh, I begin to speak. Over the next 30 minutes everything poured out – not just the disaster of last night of which I was so ashamed, but also the fears of my relationship with Kelly and Olivia and the strain of trying to balance our relationship and our jobs.

Throughout the entire thing, Drew stays quiet, nodding slightly when I glance at him, humming when I pause until I run out of words and collapse my head forwards into my hands. The weight that had been pressing down on my shoulders feels slightly lighter somehow. I had feared that voicing my concerns to Kelly would make him think less of me somehow. I was the one that was the more experienced of the three of us – I should have been able to balance our home- BDSM - work situation and I wasn't. Our relationship was crumbling and I wasn't sure how to patch the walls up this time.

Drew lets out a low whistle as he utters his verdict of the situation,

"Geez, you don't go for the easy options do ya?!"

I stare at him blankly; he laughs slightly and shakes his head,

"Ya couldn't just find a nice gal and settle down? Ya had to pick to go into a BDSM relationship, not only that but a BDSM polyamourous relationship, not only that but with two Doms and then you have to make an already complicated thing even harder by doing all of that with two people that you work with. Matt, you really know how to pick a complicated situation!"

He takes a swig of the water before placing the glass back on the table between us and settles back eyeing me for a second before he began to speak,

"Okay boy you want some advice, stop blaming yourself - you trying to hold a whole house up with one wall. It's not possible – I know ya think that you need to be the leader here and no-one's disagreeing with that but ya need to let the other two in. Let them know what your thinking, your fears. They need to be able to help ya hold that house up too."

He shifts before leaning forward, keeping eye contact as I try to break it,

"My second thing – everyone makes mistakes Matt. You made a mistake last night. No one, from what I hear, is denying that, you seem to be the only one that is holding it against you though. Mistakes can be moved past. You're not perfect Matt, and you never will be. A big part of relationships is the others loving you for the imperfect person that you are. You're acknowledging the mistake – you're not trying to hide it from anyone. That's a good sign. The biggest warning sign for abuse in this kind of relationship is trying to hide the mistakes. You've made a mistake, okay now fix it."

Drew pauses again to take another sip of water before settling back in his chair, his gaze firmly chained on mine.

I dither for a second before moving slightly forward as the first of many questions leaves my lips. If anyone can help me get this relationship back on track and healthy again – Drew's my guy.

Kelly's POV

It's mid-day before I stop researching and put away my laptop. With almost 8 pages of notes, tips and game plans I feel slightly more knowledgeable and in control of the situation. Coming into the lounge last night, ready to face off with Matt had made me realise I wasn't prepared. I knew nothing of this type of relationship – whether it be the BDSM or the polyamory side of things, or even the balance of the two. I had been content to take a step back and let Matt take the lead; happy to observe and participate when led by Matt. But last night had made me realise I had taken a backseat in the relationship – just sort of standing here watching as Matt drove - not feeling capable or prepared enough to make judgement on the route we were going.

It had been quite un-nerving at first glance. All of the information I had found had either had the opinion that having two Doms in a polyamorous relationship was something that was not capable of working or it was something where the two relationships had to be kept separate – one Dom for set days and the other on the next days. Nothing seemed to support the idea of three people being in the same relationship at the same time. Yet the more that I read, the more I researched, I found more stories and blogs that gave more ideas than outright criticism about the relationship. Throughout all of the blogs, stories, online posts and forums I had gone through today one thing had been the most prominent – communication.

Whether it be checking in with Olivia throughout the scene, talking after the scene, or talking through our relationship it all required us to be on the same page. The more I had read, the more I realised that some of the early measures that we had used at the start of the relationship had be forgotten or pushed to one side as we had progressed. I couldn't even remember the last time I had asked Olivia her safe word before last night – let alone checked in during a scene. Most of the websites had stated that as you got comfortable in a relationship and as you learnt each other's boundaries, if unchecked, the early measures such as safewords and talking about a scene, could be missed or fade out unintentionally.

Now, with almost half a day of research and a whole lot of notes I felt prepared to discuss all of this with Matt – it was time that I stood up and started to take over driving –for half of the way at least.

Matt's POV

I pulled into the drive around 3'o clock with my ears still ringing from Drew's advice and a determination to try to make this relationship okay again. As I move up the stairs and into the apartment, I peer through the bedroom door – the bed has been vacated yet the covers remain thrown haphazardly across it. I shake my head with a small smile – how is it that Olivia is able to be so neat at the firehouse and so messy at home. I straighten the bedclothes, chucking abandoned clothes at the washing basket and drawing back the curtains.

I hear Severide before I see him – I'm moving to pull the second curtain back as the familiar thud of his bare feet on the hardwood floor in the hall become noticeable. I turn as he enters the room, chucking his laptop on to the bed – wrinkling the freshly made blankets. However, I am distracted from the same as he moves towards me to slide a calloused hand around my neck, gripping the stray hairs at my nape, before leaning in to press a soft kiss on my lips. I respond immediately – I feels like forever that we have been close to intimate with each other. In reality, it would have only be about a day or so but since the evolution of our relationship from friends to partners we had never gone more than several hours without being touchy-feely in some capacity – whether it be light touches or kisses or hugs.

I move to trace Kelly's lips with my tongue, trying to coax his out to play however, he keeps the kiss chaste for once. He moves his head back in favour of pressing our foreheads together and drawing a shuddering breath,

"It's been a crazy 24 hours huh."

I nod slightly,

"We need to talk… all of us."

I move to meet Kelly's eyes; his bright blues meet my grey/green ones as I nod again.

"I agree - I talked to Drew today. He's my old mentor. He gave me some advice."

I feel Kelly move his hand from the nape of my neck to grab my hand, his thumb rubbing slightly across the knuckles as he half drags me into the living room. I spot Olivia then. She's curled up on the sofa, a blanket half over her head.

"She's been there since about 10 this morning. Not moved since."

Was the whisper in my ear as Kelly lets go of my hand in favour of moving towards the table behind us. I turn and spot the bombsite that was our kitchen table when I had left that morning. Strewn with paper, all covered in Kelly's scrawl, I was unable to see the surface. I see Kelly smile slightly at my slight OCD tendencies as he rolls his eyes and begins to move the paper in to some kind of pile. Stopping halfway to move a coffee cup to the sideboard and re-couple a pen and lid again.

I pull one of the pieces of paper towards me, and run my gaze quickly over the page. Kelly been doing his homework – most of the stuff on the page is things that Drew has been re-iterating with me this morning – communication, being safe, safe word use etc.

"Family meeting?" I look at Kelly, who darts a look at the sleeping bundle on the couch before nodding.

"Yeah – now?"

"Now seems like as good as time as any."

Olivia POV

A murmur of voices penetrates the thick blanket that I had wrapped around my body and head. I turn my head further into the cushion as I hear the voices get closer to me; hoping that they would get the hint and go away. After being up until 3 o'clock this morning and having Matt and Kelly get up at an ungodly hour of 7 o'clock I was shattered and with a 24-hour shift tomorrow, I wanted to lay comatosed on the couch until I had to move for shift and not a second before.

Unfortunately, there seemed to be other plans as the blanket was peeled away from my face. I squint as the bright light blinds me for a second, before Matt and Kelly focus into my vision. Matt was back? What time was it? The confusion must have shown on my face as Kelly moved to look at his watch,

"It's past 3 in the afternoon love. You planning on moving at sometime today?"

I shake my head before trying to grab the blanket off Casey in order to snuggle back down again. But Casey shakes his head and moves the edge of the blanket out of my reach,

"Nope. Come on love – up and at 'em. Me and Kelly want to have a family meeting and that means you have to at least be awake for it."

I groan but move to roll off of the sofa. Both Matt and Kelly move to the kitchen table as I stretch slightly before padding over to the table, dragging the throw with me. I wrap the blanket around myself again, forming a kind of cocoon before curling up in one of the chairs.

"Okay – who's starting?"

Kelly is the one that breaks the silence first. Him and Casey exchange looks for a few seconds before Casey shrugging,

"I'll go."

He moves to pull his chair closer to the table, resting both forearms on the same before pulling in a breath and starting to talk.

Third Party POV

Over the next 4 hours, Chinese is ordered and over the dim sum and prawn crackers Drew's advice is talked over, Kelly's research is explained and Casey finally voices his feelings probably for the first time in the relationship. They reassure and encourage each other as the cups of coffee cool in front of them and through the jumbled mess of fears, hopes and advice a game plan is found.

A common ground whereby the two Doms propose to communicate so well that they will probably develop ESP; safe words are re-established and rules are re-instated – for the two Doms as well as Olivia. They vow that the safeguards that were present at the start of the relationship will be put back in and fears of the relationship ending are addressed so clearly that, if it where glass, you would be able to see straight through it.

They try to promise that the work and home boundaries will be upheld for the most part and that no scenes will not be practised in the firehouse – Olivia is left pouting at that one yet neither Dom will budge, not even a little inch.

As the night, draws to a close as Olivia's eye begin to droop – even though Kelly laughs that she has been asleep for a good portion of the day – Matt lifts her easily into his arms and they migrate into the bedroom to curl hand in hand in the bed again with lighter hearts and a game plan in place.

I hope you have enjoyed this chapter. Smut will follow in the next chapter because I just cannot resist.

Just a note before you go:

Galleria Domain 2 – this is a BDSM Club in Chicago if you were wondering about the odd name of the club that Casey went to. No copyright intended on this behalf.

Again, I love feedback so please feel free to leave a comment below.

All the love

Katie