Juggling Masters [Club Esoteria 12] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Cooper McKenzie

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  When Merlin returned after tossing the towels in the dryer and turning it on, he found Dane looking a little uncomfortable as he held their sleeping angel. Instead of crawling in on his side of the bed, Merlin walked around and knelt on the floor beside Dane’s side.

  “Master?”

  “Yes, pet?”

  “Is there anything I can do? You look a little stressed,” Merlin kept his head down as he fought to keep the snark out of his voice and the grin off his face.

  “Yes, you can wrap your lips around this and suck it dry,” Dane said as he flipped the covers off to uncover himself without disturbing Sloan. His cock was long, thick, and red, the head wet with his arousal. “And if you wake up angel, your ass is mine.”

  “Yes, Master.” Merlin climbed up and moved into position.

  After kissing Dane’s belly, he licked the drops of pre-cum that had pooled under the head of his cock. He wrapped his fingers around the base of the long phallus and began to stroke as he swirled his tongue around the crown, cleaning off the fluid and pressing the tip of his tongue into the slit.

  Master groaned and his free hand came down and wrapped around the back of Merlin’s neck. “Stop fucking around,” he growled.

  Opening his mouth, Merlin slid down the cock, loving the taste, smell, and feel of his lover’s flesh. This was one of those times that Merlin lived for, when it was just him and Master one-on-one. He loved Sloan and their growing family, but sometimes he needed this, Master’s cock in his mouth, or his ass, and the roughness he did not use with angel.

  Master’s hand slid up to his skull and with his fingers pressing into his hair, his hips began to thrust up from the bed as he held Merlin’s head still. Sucking and swabbing the cock that filled his mouth, Merlin cupped the balls at the base, rolling and massaging them gently before he simply held them and his middle finger began to stroke the sensitive flesh between Master’s balls and back hole.

  Though Dominant and a top all the way, sometimes Master liked him to brush his fingertips over and around his puckered star. Very occasionally he even asked for Merlin to ease a fingertip through it.

  As he continued his ministrations, Master’s balls quickly drew up and the fingers in his hair tightened. “Suck it, pet. Oh God, yes,” Dane hissed as his hips began to thrust his cock deeper.

  A moment later Master’s hot seed jetted across his tongue, and he swallowed quickly to keep ahead of the copious flow. Once he stopped coming, Merlin gently cleaned his cock and then simply held it between his lips as his Master caught his breath and recovered.

  The hand leaving his head and patting his shoulder was his cue to release, which he did. After kissing the tip, he laid it on Dane’s belly then pulled the covers over the man once again.

  “Good night, Master,” he whispered as he stood and rounded the bed to his own side. “I love you.”

  “Love you, too, pet,” Dane returned on a sigh. “I want you to think about what pleasures and pains we should inflict upon our sweet angel.”

  “With pleasure, Master,” Merlin said as he settled down against the sleeping woman.

  There were so many delights to be shared, some they had already tried, and others they had yet to sample. Over dinner Dane had arranged for them to spend the weekend in the guest apartment at the club, and with Mama Jane watching the twins, they would not have to worry about anything except making sure Sloan realized how much they loved her and needed her in their lives. For without their submissive little angel, they would not be nearly as happy as they were.

  Chapter 4

  Friday morning, Sloan looked at Mama Jane, the midseventies, semiretired pediatric nurse who worked in Merlin’s office when they needed an extra set of hands, as she pulled the van into the parking lot of the day spa. The British woman had been a nanny before she married and, after raising five children of her own, went back to school for her nursing degree. Experience with children was not the issue.

  “Are you sure you’ll be okay for the weekend? I mean, these two are not like those sweet little babies you babysat six months ago.”

  “We’ll be fine.” Mama Jane laughed. “It’s all a matter of keeping the young masters focused and busy. And I think if you backed out on this weekend, we would both be in hot water with your men. Now take your bag and go on with you. Oh, and I’m supposed to take your cell phone.”

  With a growing feeling of panic, Sloan pulled the phone from her pocket and handed it over. “Dane said to tell you to relax, enjoy, and they would be here to pick you up at five o’clock.”

  “I hope he knows what they’re doing,” Sloan said, not at all happy she would be without her phone for the day.

  “He also said to tell you that you can only wear what’s in the bag,” Mama Jane said. “Now off you go and have a wonderful weekend with your men.”

  Sloan looked at the small garment bag she held. She hoped they had packed her something to wear over whatever they had decided she should wear at the club. Though she had grown more comfortable with her body over the years, unlike some club members, she refused to walk around in public wearing only a silk chemise that barely covered her bits and pieces.

  With a sigh she closed the van door and headed into the day spa. As she pulled the door open, she gave herself a pep talk. The boys were in the best of hands, and it was past time for a little pampering.

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  “Are you sure this is what you want, pet?” Dane asked as the two men walked through the main entrance to the mall a couple hours later.

  “Absotively,” Merlin replied with a grin.

  “But I bought her for you,” Dane pointed out, trying to remain dispassionate and logical.

  Merlin pulled him out of the flow of traffic and turned so his back was to the unusually heavy midday crowd. “You are my Master. I am your pet. She is our angel. Just because I can’t legally marry her does not mean my love for either of you will change. We’ve been together three years now, have children, and somehow I think she’s still waiting for the day we decide we don’t want her anymore and kick her to the curb.”

  Dane’s heart stopped for a second before racing with anxiety. “We would never do something so stupid.” His voice was loud enough to attract attention.

  “Shhh,” Dane hushed him. “I know that. You know that. But I have realized the reason she has been working herself into the ground and not asking for help is that she doesn’t feel she’s contributing enough, financially that is. So she’s trying to make up for it by trying to be all things to all people. All people except herself.”

  “Doesn’t she realize that our family, our world, revolves around her?” Dane asked, shocked to his boots by Merlin’s revelation and that he had not figured it out himself. What an observant Dom he was turning out to be.

  “Apparently not. Which is why I suggested you marry her. As head of the household, you are our Master. I would hope the dynamics would remain the same, with me as her Sir, but as with all things, I leave it to Master’s will to decide.”

  Dane wanted to argue some more but after a moment’s thought realized his pet was right. “No, you will always be angel’s Sir. And we’ll have to check online to see if there’s not some triad commitment ceremony because I want her to marry you as well.”

  Merlin blinked and looked humbled. “That’s not necessary, Master. As long as I can remain your pet, I’ll be fine.”

  Dane growled softly. “You’re on the verge of earning a weekend of pain if you don’t stop telling me what I can and cannot do. And I plan on marrying both my pets, and have them marry each other as well. That is, if angel will agree to all this.”

  Merlin smiled wide before taking his hand and lifting it to brush a kiss across the palm. A passing couple made disapproving sounds, but Dane did not care. Nothing mattered as long as his pet and his angel were happy.

  “Whatever will make my Master happy will fill me with joy,” Merlin said then dropped his voice even lower. “But I’m not sur
e if I’ll be able to wait until we get home before I’m begging you to fuck me.”

  “Come along, pet. It’s time to go shopping,” Dane said, his voice low and deep, as he laced their fingers together before turning toward the jewelry store. “Begging will have to wait until tonight when it will be allowed, and even encouraged.”

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  Sloan lost track of the time as she was pampered from head to toe. Her men had thought of everything. From waxing her pussy, which she had been too busy to shave in weeks, to manicure, pedicure, a bone-melting massage, facial, haircut and style, she was pampered to the nth degree. They had even ordered her a club sandwich be delivered from her favorite restaurant.

  By the time she opened the bag to dress, Sloan felt like a new woman. When she saw what the bag contained, she could only laugh. The red chemise and black stiletto heels were identical to the outfit she had worn three years earlier at the slave auction for charity the night they met.

  The night Dane had bought her for a weekend of play as a gift for Merlin’s birthday. The weekend she had fallen in love with them but had been too embarrassed by her poverty-stricken status to tell them. Even now, three years and a dozen books later, she still had days where she felt she was not good enough for the two handsome, successful men.

  After donning the chemise, she dug back into the bag and found a dress she knew did not come from her closet. The slinky black dress wrapped around and tied at one hip. The dress clung to her curves but covered her decently. After packing the clothes she had worn to the spa that morning, she stepped into the high heels and left the safety of the dressing room.

  She blushed as the staff members who had helped achieve her look oohed and aahed as she made her way through the winding corridors to the lobby. When she tried to pay the receptionist, she found that Dane had already taken care of it.

  After assuring the receptionist that she had had a wonderful day, the woman told her that her escort was waiting and waved her to an alcove to her right. Turning, she froze and her heart dropped when she saw that her escort was not Dane or Merlin.

  Instead, her cousin, Jenna, and her two slave/mates, Gentry and Antony, waited. The men were dressed in identical khaki trousers and black polo shirts with the Esoteria logo over their hearts. Jenna wore a short black leather skirt and ivory-colored silk blouse with her high, high heels.

  “Beautiful,” Antony said as she slowly approached.

  Gentry nodded in agreement.

  “They’re not coming?” Sloan asked, stopping several feet from the trio.

  Jenna smiled. “They’re going to meet you at the club later. We thought you needed a little cousin time. Now come along. I’m hungry.”

  Gentry offered her his arm as Antony did the same for Jenna. The foursome then walked out of the spa and climbed into Jenna’s Lexus.

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  Driving Master’s SUV into the day spa parking lot, Merlin frowned as he saw Jenna drive out. Had she been there as well? Or had Sloan called for her cousin’s assistance?

  He parked and climbed out, his hands automatically checking to make sure things were tucked away properly. Though he hated the low, low, low-cut jeans Dane had bought him to add to his club wear wardrobe, he had to admit they did look good as they hugged his cock and ass.

  The bothersome part came that every time he went out in public, like now, he had to triple-check to make sure the T-shirt Dane allowed him to wear was pulled down far enough to cover the top of his jeans. Especially in times like now when his cock was growing harder by the second in anticipation of spending the weekend playing with Sloan at the club.

  Entering the spa’s reception area, he looked around, but Sloan was nowhere in sight. Checking his watch he saw he was about three minutes late. Surely after being here all day she was ready.

  Stepping up to the front desk, he smiled. “I’m here to pick up Sloan Newman. Is she ready?”

  The attractive woman, who was tall and artificially enhanced in both hair and boobs, looked at him, blinked, and then frowned. “Some friends picked her up just before you walked in. Didn’t you see them in the parking lot?”

  Now Merlin was frowning with confusion. “Uh, no. Thanks anyway.”

  Wheeling around, he patted his pocket as he strode out of the building. But his phone was not there. The pants were too tight for such necessities as cell phone, wallet, or keys. He wasn’t sure why they had even bothered putting pockets into the pants since he would be hard pressed to slip a condom into one of his pockets.

  But Master and angel liked the look when he wore them, so he had agreed to wear them on club nights only.

  Climbing back into the driver’s seat, he reached for the phone on the center console as he shifted and adjusted his erection to a more comfortable position.

  Dane answered on the second ring. “How’s she look?”

  “She wasn’t here. I think Jenna and her minions have her,” Merlin reported, then braced himself for the explosion.

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  Three hours later in Jenna’s apartment, Sloan stared at her cousin, shocked. “You’ve got to be kidding.”

  They had just had a wonderful dinner at a restaurant she had been dying to try with both Antony and Gentry in attendance before walking around the historic downtown New Bern area looking in shop windows.

  Jenna smiled, looking like the cat that had just eaten a whole flock of canaries. “Nope. Strip.”

  Not wanting to be punished for disobeying the Mistress of Esoteria, Sloan huffed a sigh and slipped off the black heels, hoping that would satisfy the woman. In response, Jenna just raised an eyebrow and continued staring at her.

  “Oh, all right, but someone had better tell me what the hell is going on pretty soon or I’m going to call a cab and go home to my babies,” she grumped as she untied and stripped off the black dress and red chemise.

  Handing her clothes to her cousin, she shivered as the air conditioning clicked on and blew down on her. When Jenna handed her a purple chemise, she slipped it on and smoothed it into place without question. She was, after all, truly submissive, and her cousins had been bossing her around since childhood.

  She tried not to fidget as her cousin circled her once again, examining every inch of her scantily clad form. “Lord, this brings back memories,” Jenna said as Antony left the room with her clothes, “but something’s missing.”

  She half expected Jenna to wrap her arms in faux cuffs as she had two years earlier. Instead, her wrists were wrapped in the black leather cuffs Dane had given her their first Christmas together. The ones he used on her when they played at home. The cuffs that were embossed with dragonflies, daisies, and her name, angel.

  “Turn around,” Jenna said as she reached into the bag on the counter for whatever else was in the bag. Turning, she found herself facing away from the full-length mirror in Jenna’s bathroom.

  A moment later darkness descended as a soft, dark cloth was tied around her forehead. Something was going on, and she was pretty sure she was not going to like it.

  “All right, girl, now you are ready. Just relax and let Antony carry you, okay?” Jenna said as her slave lifted her into his arms.

  Sloan wrapped her arms around Antony’s shoulders and licked her lips before asking, “Is all this really necessary, Mistress Jenna?”

  “Yes. And if you make another sound, a gag will be added as well,” Jenna said, the tone of laughter in her voice conflicting with her words. “Now remember that tonight you are a beautiful, sexy submissive and not just a mommy.”

  Chapter 5

  By the time Antony set her down, Sloan was completely lost. She had no idea if they were in the club’s main room, in the parking lot behind the building, or somewhere else. He had walked and turned and walked and turned so much once they left the elevator her sense of direction was completely screwed up. From the smell of leather and sex, she assumed they were in the club but knew better than to ask because she knew with her cousin in Mistress mode, Jenna would not
hesitate to gag her.

  Antony set her down gently, and she was afraid to move, which seemed okay with him as he took her hands in his and hooked the cuffs together. Then a chain rattled, and she felt him hook her to the chain as well.

  “Now just stand here, behave, and be silent, cousin. I’m sure all will be revealed in a few minutes,” Jenna said softly. “Antony will be close by if anything happens.”

  Sloan felt the air swirl around her as they walked away. Lifting her arms slowly, she found herself chained to the floor. As soon as she felt the resistance, her mind shifted gears and she slipped into her submissive mindset. Back straight, shoulders back, and head lowered so that if she was not blindfolded she would be staring at the floor respectfully. The standing submissive posture Master preferred his pets to assume.

  Memories of her first night as a submissive offering at the club’s first sub/slave auction flooded back. She smiled. Before that night, she had read books about BDSM but had never played in the lifestyle. Never in her wildest dreams had a threesome entered her mind. That weekend with Master and Sir had taught her a lot about herself.

  The three years since had taught her even more about herself and how comfortable she was as a submissive. The one thing she had yet to figure out was how to juggle the needs of her babies with the demands of her Masters without losing herself.

  Since she could not see, she turned to her other senses to figure out what was going on.

  Scrunching her toes, she found herself standing on carpet and not the wood floor of the stage. Nor did she feel the heat of the stage spotlights used that night three years earlier beaming down on her. So she was chained somewhere else in the room, but where?

  Next, she listened, but the room was mostly silent. There were a couple of soft voices, though she could not make out their words. The sound came from in front of her but from down below her feet. Trying not to look obvious, she reached out and found she had been chained to the balcony railing with about a foot and a half of chain. Taking a deep breath, she held it for several long seconds before letting it go again. She was in the club’s main room, standing on the balcony, and no doubt Jenna and Taurus were working some crazy scheme.