by Zoey Marcel
“Forget what I said. I was an idiot. There is no replacement for you, Claire, in my bed or in my heart. I’ve talked it over with Dakarai and we’re willing to share you permanently with Nex, provided the beast can go along with that.”
The tiger made a low sound in his throat and nodded.
Claire felt her hope renewing and her eyes flooded with tears. They wanted her. They all wanted her. Not just as a plaything or a business partner but as their woman.
Joaquin sounded anxious and remorseful. “Can you forgive your stupid Dom?”
“No.”
His lips parted and he seemed cut by her answer.
Claire decided to quickly clarify her meaning before he misunderstood her and walked away. “But I can forgive my amazing Dom.”
His smile was radiant. “Thank you.”
They drew near her and she hugged them tightly, never wanting to let them go. “Thank you both for coming back for me. That means more than you’ll ever know.”
“Living without you for a morning hurt worse than you will ever know,” Dakarai returned.
“You should get your clothes back on before you die of hypothermia,” Joaquin warned. “Honestly, Nex, I sent you with her to protect her, not strip her naked and fuck her in the snow.”
Nex flattened his ears and bared his teeth, but he made no sound. He seemed to enjoy sassing Joaquin almost as much as she did.
Chapter Twelve:
Fire & Ice
The night for the demonstration arrived. The training leading up to the event was intense and unlike anything Claire had previously experienced. She thought Joaquin was talking dirty when he asked her if she was ready to play with fire. When she said yes, he told her that the show they would be putting on for the members involved fire play. Her eyes bugged out of her head when he showed her in the courtyard exactly what kind of fire play he was talking about. Fire flogging. Her interest was a mixture of intrigue, awe and terror when she saw him light a properly prepared flogger on fire. His wrist was swift and deft as he swung and struck the air with the weapon in a sort of hypnotic dance. It looked like some kind of art the way he wielded the thing. He made it look effortless, but she knew that had to have taken a great deal of practice.
He didn’t flog her right away. They started out small, getting her used to the idea of fire contact on her skin. Once she got used to milder forms of fire play for beginners, he introduced her to fire flogging. He used ninety-nine percent isopropyl alcohol, since it burned cooler than white gas and she was a novice to this. He told her that white gas burned hotter and often left trails of fuel behind on the skin that burned for several seconds after the initial contact. Both agreed that would be a bit too extreme for her at this point.
The night of the show came and Claire’s first demonstration was with Dakarai. She got up onto one of the tables like they had practiced repeatedly and he set a glass of water on her back. She remained as still as possible while he spanked her.
It was a little embarrassing to be in a bra and panties in front of a club full of members, but there was something distinctly sinful in it that pleased her. They saw her toned limbs supporting her body while she balanced the glass of water on her smooth back. Her perky cleavage spilled from her lacy, black, push-up bra, and they no doubt watched as her taut buns flaunted themselves boldly from her lacy, black thong and reddened more with each strike of Dakarai’s hand.
Despite the erotic pain and lustful gawking, she kept the glass on her back. The audience cheered when Dakarai removed the glass from her back. He gently kissed each inflamed butt cheek in reward for her success.
The fire and ice show, as it was called, was held out in the snowy courtyard. Claire was enchanted with the clear Christmas lights strung in the large oak tree and the ice sculpture of a swan on a table encircled by candles. It really was a striking sight.
She changed in another room and Dakarai laughed at her when he saw that she wore UGG boots with her robe. At least her feet would be warm, though she doubted the rest of her would be cold for very long. She slipped the robe off and he wrapped a towel which had been soaked in water around her waist and hips over her panties. She removed her bra, since her back would be in the line of fire, but he wrapped another wet towel over her head to protect her hair from the flames.
The audience gathered around once everything was set up and Joaquin had the flogger prepared. Dakarai had her bend forward slightly and held her face against him, keeping his hand on her head and holding her still.
The air felt frigid, but cold sweat trickled under her arms and down her inner thighs from anticipation. Claire trusted him completely and they had done this before, but each time was an adrenaline rush. She focused on breathing and trying to relax.
She saw a luminous glow from behind her and heard some intrigued sounds from the spectators. They fell silent once Joaquin drew close to her. She heard his steps shuffling through the slushy snow. Even though she couldn’t see what he was doing, she knew what the audience was seeing. Joaquin swinging the flogger with quick flicks of his wrist, making it look so easy as he sent the tails whipping through the air, at times nipping her with them. The loud swooshes sounded ominous and invigorating.
She felt the approaching heat whenever the flogger twirled through the air close to her back, but then it would make contact with her skin. He didn’t strike her very hard, not like when he flogged her without the use of fire. Rather, the hits were light and controlled, and anyone watching might suppose it wasn’t enough to cause any pain. Oh, but it was. The quick bites on her heated flesh were attention grabbing but not nearly as much as the searing kiss of the scorching flames.
The little show only lasted under a minute. Probably around thirty seconds to anyone looking at a watch rather than someone being flogged, but the cheer after Joaquin finished was well worth it.
Dakarai and Joaquin both praised her with abundant enthusiasm and Nex caught the whole thing on video so she could watch it with them later and witness the dazzling spectacle of the brilliant flames set against the snow-white backdrop and reflected in the glistening swan on the table nearby.
After a great deal of TLC, they suggested she relax and take the rest of the night off, but Claire was hyped up on applause from the members and the glory she brought her Masters by finally giving it her all. Instead of retiring early, she mingled with the crowd and made drinks for them, absorbing the exciting atmosphere.
* * * *
Jack Dillinger and Mark Montego married their mate, Morrigan Weaver a few weeks later during the first week in December. The date was exactly one year from when they met her and they held the wedding under a large awning outside in the snow on their ranch. The wedding had a wintery Christmas theme and made for a breathtaking display. Clear Christmas lights and dozens of white candles provided plenty of dim, romantic lighting and reflected beautifully off the crystal dishes. Red and white roses with their fragrant petals and green foliage added to the lush ambiance.
Morrigan, the bride, looked gorgeous with her brown hair pulled back into a loose chignon with a big white flower pinned to it. Her lips were as scarlet as the bouquet of roses she held and the fiery brilliance of her rhinestone necklace graced her neck to perfection. Her white hourglass dress hugged her slender curves but flared at the bottom and touched the ground, but it wasn’t long enough to drag. The white lace overlaying it gave off a subtle, magical shimmer from the tiny sequins sewn into it.
Her grooms wore black tuxedos with red cummerbunds and a white rose in each of their lapels. Anyone could see that the happy trio was madly in love.
Quinn and Damon Montego, the groomsmen were dressed similarly and Hilary and Callie, the bridesmaids wore lovely crimson dresses.
Their intimate, meaningful vows and the rings they exchanged were beautiful. Morrigan’s ring was a shiny, pink diamond set against a silver band. Claire was sure the diamond had to be several carats judging by the size. Jack and Mark’s rings looked like platinum wedding bands.
During the reception everyone mingled before the newlyweds left for their honeymoon. Claire was pleased to see Nex actually talking to Hilary. They appeared awkward at first and Hilary seemed leery, but by the end of their conversation they shook hands.
Nex had suffered from guilt over his violent past for several days after receiving his soul since he claimed Claire, but she helped him through it, reminding him of all the reasons she adored him. Her devotion helped and he soon snapped out of his remorse.
* * * *
Dakarai couldn’t take his eyes off Claire all evening. She was a vision in that floor-length, black halter dress with just the right amount of cleavage. Her diamond earrings dangled elegantly whenever she turned her head. Her blonde hair was piled on top of her head and pinned in a formal yet fashionable manner, but the love-light shining in her baby-blue eyes and the radiance of her unmatched smile proved the most captivating of all.
He recalled how he’d once asked her why she had decided to get into bartending and she told him it was because she loved how sometimes in the movies the customer would slap the counter and state their order and then the bartender would make the drink and slide it across the counter to the waiting customer. She said she wanted to be able to slide drinks across counters to people because it looked like fun.
He smiled at the memory and watched her hang up her long, white dress coat. Joaquin and Nex had already gone upstairs and were waiting for them, unbeknownst to Claire.
Dakarai walked behind the bar and she smiled at him as she walked past the counter. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the black box, sliding it across the counter to her.
She got a curious expression on her face and a giddy smile. “What is this?”
He shrugged with a mysterious smile. “No one knows for sure.”
She grinned and picked it up.
“Don’t open it yet.”
She whined. “Why not? I want to see it.”
“I want you to open it upstairs.” He walked around and swept her off her feet, carrying her up the stairs to their bedroom.
“This is very epic and romantic of you,” she said, fingers creeping along the lid of the box.
He chuckled and swatted her butt as best as he could while carrying her. “Don’t open it until we get to our destination.”
“And where might that be?”
He winked at her, feeling the blood heat in his veins from the knowledge of what they were about to do together. “Oh, I think you know.”
She made a little “mm” sound and rubbed his chest in approval. Her face lit up like the Fourth of July when they walked into the large bedroom and she saw Joaquin and Nex already in there waiting for them half-undressed. Both were barefoot and still wore their black pants from earlier, but Joaquin’s white shirt was completely unbuttoned, exposing his strapping torso, and Nex wore no shirt to hide his chiseled physique, only a black bow tie around his neck.
“Oh god, you all are so hot,” Claire moaned when Dakarai set her down and closed the door. “Can I open it now?”
“Not until you’re undressed,” Joaquin replied with a sensual smile.
Dakarai unbuttoned the back of her dress and kissed in between her shoulder blades. The way her breath hitched and she reached behind her to touch him was moving. She turned and they indulged in a slow, deep kiss as she unbuttoned the front of his vest and shirt while he removed the jacket.
Nex came up behind her and slipped the dress down her body while Joaquin divested her of her bra and panties.
“Leave the heels on,” Dakarai murmured, loving the added sexuality of her several-inches-high, black stilettos.
The men took their time about getting undressed and he could tell Claire was getting impatient.
“What is it?” she hounded them.
They climbed onto the bed with her and told her she could open it. Her lips parted in awe when she beheld the slave collar they bought for her. The black, braided leather choker had a silver charm in the front that held a black heart with an ornate flower design in it. The collar was fancy enough to pass for jewelry to any vanilla folks who might see it, but anyone living the lifestyle would recognize it for what it was.
“You guys got me a slave collar.” She sounded touched and her eyes glistened with emotion. “Does this mean we’re serious?”
Dakarai rubbed her back with a smile. “I thought we made that very clear already, peanut.”
“I know, but this is a deal maker isn’t it? Like a wedding ring?”
“It’s just like that,” Joaquin agreed as he carefully fastened the choker around her neck. “This is a slave collar. We want to have a lifestyle relationship with you, Claire. That means the level of control we exert over you extends beyond the bedroom. We want a 24/7 Dom/sub relationship with you. Is that something you can live with?”
She seemed excited but cautious. “You’re not going to tell me what outfit to wear and which scented candle to buy, are you?”
Joaquin smiled. “No, Claire. We want to be your Masters, not tyrannical assholes. You can buy whatever candles you want and wear whatever you want, although we may pick out your lingerie from time to time.”
“Or lack of it,” Nex added with a grin.
Claire smirked before becoming serious. “What happens if I’m not strong enough to do this 24/7?”
“I know you are,” Joaquin told her, “but if you want a vanilla relationship, or to just use kink in the bedroom, then we can give you that.”
“You won’t send me away?”
“No,” the men said in unison, probably louder than was necessary.
“We want you forever, Claire,” said Joaquin, “but we want you to be happy. If you can’t be happy being our permanent slave, then speak now or forever hold your peace.”
She smiled. “I don’t believe you could live with me as my equal. We would kill each other if you untied my hands as a strong, independent woman who always speaks her mind.”
Dakarai chuckled. “Well, Nex and I would be just fine either way, but you and Joaquin would probably be at each others’ throats.”
Joaquin gave them a crooked smile. “I can’t promise not to be irritated with your belligerence or to refrain from giving you a good paddling on the ass when you need it, but if you need me to hold back with you, I will.”
Claire took his hand in hers. “I don’t want you to hold back with me, any of you. I definitely want a future with you guys and that lifestyle thing you want makes sense. It just sounds and feels so right. I just wasn’t sure if it would be me wanting to go get a coffee and you guys making me stand in the corner to think about what I dared to ask for.”
Nex laughed and Dakarai shook his head with an amused smile. She would never cease to keep them entertained.
Joaquin gave her a questioning look. “No. Why the hell would I do that? If you want to go get yourself a coffee, then more power to you. However, if you do so at an ungodly hour without one of us with you, then that tells me you want me to punish you for putting your life in danger. I want you to surrender your control to us, not your brain. I would just build a robot if I wanted that.”
Claire was beaming. “Then the answer is yes. I want to be your slave.”
Joaquin flashed her a naughty grin. “Then get on all fours and spread your legs for us, slave.”
She obeyed and pecked his lips with an indulgent smile. He French-kissed her before getting up and grabbing a condom.
Dakarai lay on his back and pulled her on top of him. “Your birth control should be working by now, I assume.”
“Rumor has it.” She kissed him and snuggled with him. She seemed especially cuddly tonight and he loved it.
“Part your folds and show us how wet you are,” he whispered.
She gave him a flirtatious smile and obeyed, revealing the sheen of arousal coating her private flesh. He nearly moaned when he saw it and his penis hardened even more when she started masturbating. The men all watched as she got herself off, resem
bling a naked, writhing goddess. They swore under their breaths and murmured sweet nothings to her while Nex knelt at the head of the bed and Joaquin took his place behind Claire.
Dakarai entered her balmy pussy, groaning with pleasure over how tight and hot she was. He heard Joaquin grunt from behind her as he entered her ass after he had thoroughly lubricated it. Dakarai felt his dick pulsing against his own from the other side, divided only by a thin piece of skin. The illicit contact was delicious.
Claire opened her mouth and accepted Nex’s erection, making him sigh with pleasure. They began moving inside of her, reveling in the sweet, fleshly paradise wrapped around them. Dakarai felt Joaquin’s cock grazing his and their balls rubbed against each other as they made love to their lady. The sensations that resulted were phenomenal.
Dakarai found it titillating to look up and see Claire sucking another man’s cock while his testes swayed from his thrusts. She seemed to be enjoying herself as much as they were. He felt the tiny spasms of her building orgasm and knew her G-spot had joined in the romp.
Joaquin sometimes drank blood from Claire now that she and Dakarai had convinced him to take tiny sips from her before working his way up to drinking more satisfying quantities and knowing when to stop. He’d made great progress and seemed to know their limits now.
Dakarai always knew bringing a woman into their lives as their permanent third would be thrilling, but he had no idea how wonderful she would turn out to be. He couldn’t imagine feeling for a woman what he felt for Joaquin, but somehow he did. She was everything they wanted and more.
And Nex? Well, he was a bit of a surprise to the mix, but now Dakarai couldn’t imagine a family portrait without him. Something deep and profound moved through him and warmed him when he thought of this. Family—they were all family now.
THE END
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