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

by Cooper McKenzie

  Though she felt her eyes go wide, Sloan could tell by his expression that he expected only one answer from her. “Yes, Master,” she said meekly. “But…”

  “No buts,” Dane said, his voice in full Dom mode. “I’ve got more money than anyone can spend in ten lifetimes, and it is a joy to be able to spend it on my family, so no more discussion. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Master,” Sloan replied with a smile.

  “Now that that’s settled, can we go downstairs and play while the club is empty?” Merlin asked as he joined them. After handing Sloan her coffee, he sat down next to Dane and began to stroke his fingers up and down the thigh closest to him.

  “Angel needs to drink her coffee, wake up, and eat something first,” Dane said.

  “What would you like for breakfast, angel?” Merlin leaned in and licked her cheek. “Eggs and bacon? Pancakes and sausage? A protein shake?” He waggled his eyebrows at the last offering.

  “Behave, pet, or you’ll be wearing a cock ring and will only be allowed to watch.”

  Horror entered Merlin’s eyes. “Yes, Master.”

  “Okay, angel, what will it be?”

  “Peanut butter and jelly, please.”

  “Huh?” Merlin looked at her like she’d gone off the deep end.

  She smiled and leaned over to kiss him gently. “I’d really like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.”

  “Oh. Okay. You got it. Even if I have to go to the grocery store.” Merlin jumped up and headed back to the kitchen.

  While he did not have to leave the building, he did have to visit Jenna’s apartment to borrow a jar of peanut butter. Once she had finished eating, Sloan stroked her hand down Dane’s chest to the hard erection that was pressing at his jeans. “Now may we go downstairs and play, Master?”

  Dane’s smile was that of a hungry Dom as his hands came up and rolled her erect nipples. “Go change into your denim jumper and bring me your cuffs,” he said.

  “Yes, Master,” she said, leaning in for a quick kiss before climbing from his lap and scurrying to the bedroom.

  * * * *

  “You know she’s not going to relax about this, don’t you?” Merlin said as the two men waited for their woman.

  “I know,” Dane admitted softly. “But by tomorrow night I’m hoping to have her so relaxed she’ll agree to anything you demand. She is, after all, your submissive, too. I shouldn’t have all the fun in rearranging her world. That’s also why you’re going to flog her and get her loosened up and aroused when we go downstairs.”

  “Me, Master?” Merlin asked, stunned by the task being handed to him without any discussion.

  “Yes, you. I know you still have trouble acknowledging that you are as much her Master as I am sometimes, but after three years, it’s time you play more on the Dom side of the field.”

  Merlin thought about it and realized that Master was right. Unless he was directly ordered to punish angel either by a spanking or one of the various sexually stimulating tortures Master’s creativity dreamt up, he rarely imposed his will over her unless it came to her health. Then he pulled the “I am a physician” card. With that he could get away with demanding that she rest and take fluids for something common, or go see their doctor if necessary. It had been ages since Master had stepped back and forced him to sexually dominate their girl.

  Dane grabbed him and pulled him close before wrapping his hand around the back of his neck forcing his forehead to his shoulder. Using his dominant tone in a barely there tone, he whispered so there was no chance of Sloan hearing, “I’m giving you our girl to be in charge of. You call the shots and direct the scene as I normally do. Use me as you would a vibrator or plug. If you want me to fuck her, I will. If you want me to stand back and watch, I will. You know what my limits are, but within those boundaries, you will rule the afternoon’s playtime.”

  While he would gladly go down on Merlin and suck him off, Dane refused to have anything in, or near, his own puckered star. He was top all the way in that regard, which was fine with both Merlin and Sloan.

  “Yes, Master. I’ll try to do you proud,” Merlin said. He placed his hands on the Dom’s hips then shifted forward until Dane’s erection pressed against his through their jeans.

  “Don’t try, do.” Dane muttered.

  Using the hand at his neck, Merlin’s head was forced back so Master could kiss him long, hard, and deep. At the same time Master’s hands dropped down his back to cover Merlin’s ass. He used his hold to push Merlin’s hips side to side and then even harder against his own.

  As they made out and heated each other up, Merlin began to think about what all he wanted to do to Sloan in the next few hours while they had the privacy of the entire club. The low stocks? The spanking bench? Chain her in the middle of the stage? There were so many options, each of which had their own appeal. The pictures he imagined were doing nothing but arousing him, making it even harder to think.

  “Do you think…”

  “It’s your call, lover. You’re in charge,” Dane said as he released him as when Sloan reentered the room. “Do you want to put your boots on?”

  Merlin shook his head. He might be in charge for the afternoon, but wearing his boots in the club where he always, always went barefoot would shove him right outside his comfort zone in a big, big way.

  “Come, my loves. Let’s go downstairs and have some fun,” he said as he shooed his Master and his submissive toward the hall door.

  Chapter 11

  The club’s main room seemed a lot bigger and more ominous without the crowds that usually filled it. With only a handful of lights around the perimeter of the room highlighting the scene stations, there was a haunting, intimidating air to the place that had nothing to do with the combined scents of leather, lemon, sex, and sweat that tinted the air. Her nerves tingling, Sloan slid a little bit closer to Merlin. Her fingers tightened their hold and drew his attention from his study of the various pieces of equipment they passed as they circled the room.

  “Angel? Are you okay?” he asked as they strolled the room with Dane following a pace behind.

  “Nervous,” she whispered, feeling like they should be as quiet as possible.

  After all, the club was not open. Even though her cousins knew they would be using the club at some point during their stay, she did not want anyone witnessing what was about to take place.

  Dane chuckled as Merlin stopped her beside one of the newer pieces of equipment, an inverted U made of local logs with what looked like a railroad crosstie as a header. Eyebolts every few inches lined the interior, which made for some very interesting and unique restraining possibilities.

  “Master, if you would cuff her ankles, I would appreciate it.” Merlin lifted their entwined hands and kissed her knuckles before placing her hand in Dane’s.

  “My pleasure,” Master rumbled softly, leading her to stand in the center of the square arch.

  As Master knelt to wrap the padded leather cuffs around her ankles, Sloan shivered again even as her pussy clenched with nervous excitement. She watched as Sir walked the room again, studying the various benches and tables before returning with an adjustable spanking bench from across the room.

  By the time he set the long and not-so-wide table in front of her and adjusted it to her waist height, Master had finished his assigned task and stood close enough behind her that she could feel his warmth.

  “Okay, angel, up and over the bench,” he said, patting the leather top.

  He had set the table sideways so that only part of her body would be supported by it.

  “Um, how, Sir?”

  “Like this, angel.” Dane pulled her dress over her head and tossed it aside before he wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her. He positioned her on her on the table so her breasts and upper body hung off one side while her ass and legs hung off the other.

  “Just right, Master,” Sir said.

  He then he took her left wrist and clipped it to an eyebolt on one of
the table’s legs near the floor before doing the same to the right. At the same time, Master pulled her legs wide apart and clipped them to chains attached to the base of the arch.

  As usual when completely restrained like this, fear filled her. She jerked on her bonds, rattling the chains and proving to herself that she was, indeed, unable to move. She began to breathe faster until Sir knelt before her. He lifted her head and kissed her deeply, exploring her mouth thoroughly even as his tongue invited her to do the same.

  The muscle-stiffening apprehension melted away like ice cream on a summer day in the Deep South, leaving wet, gooey, nipple-tightening need in its place.

  “What’s your safe word, angel?” he asked in his low, softly dominating voice.

  “Red, Sir.”

  “And when do you use it?”

  “If something hurts too much or is too overwhelming to continue,” she answered automatically.

  They had this exchange before any scene, and it always went the same way, relaxing her further and sending heat and tiny bolts of sexual energy through her bloodstream. Her need grew so quickly that she wiggled and quivered, and her legs jerked in the bonds, wanting to rub her puffed-up and exposed clit against something.

  “Good girl,” he said, brushing another kiss across her lips before standing. “Now relax and enjoy.”

  She could still see his bare feet and the bottom of his jeans as hands began to stroke over her shoulders and back, to her waist, then farther. Lines parallel to her spine, up and down, working their way from the center of her back out to and around her sides then under her chest to circle her breasts and pluck at her nipples before returning the way they had come.

  At the same time, other hands began at her ankles and worked their way up her calves and thighs in long, strong strokes until they reached the point of her ass crease. Then they stroked circles around the mounds, parting them and pushing them together and causing Sloan to relax even further, knowing her men were in charge and would never do anything to her that she would not recover from in a few hours, or days.

  Just as she took a deep breath and fully relaxed under their ministrations, the hands disappeared. In the next moment, soft fingers rippled across her back. Flogger, she thought as it began to slowly work its way down her body, over her ass, and then farther down her legs.

  With her next breath, her muscles relaxed further, and she would not have been able to move even if the building had been set on fire. The strokes stayed gentle for a while before slowly gaining in speed and intensity. But never enough to truly hurt.

  Her men knew that while she was truly submissive and enjoyed bondage and their triad lifestyle, she was not pain slut. Which was why a spanking was such an effective punishment, especially when the men used one of the paddles they had collected over their time together.

  She slipped deeper into the relaxation and soon found herself in her happy place, floating on fluffy pink clouds of subspace. She had been so stressed lately that she had not been able to make such a trip in nearly a year. But here she was, floating so relaxed and at peace that the cold wetness of lube being drizzled down the valley of her ass barely registered.

  She felt the finger trace through the lube then down and around her puckered bud before pushing for entry, but she did not have the energy to complain or fight off the intruder even if she had not been fully restrained. It began to fuck in and out of her hole, twisting, and then more lube was added and a second finger joined its mate.

  “Mmmm,” she sighed as she relaxed further into the knowledge that her men would take very, very good care of her.

  “Okay, angel, here’s a little toy for you.”

  Master’s voice came from a distance, but when the tip of a cock brushed across her lips, she opened her mouth. Sucking it in, she hummed with happiness, smiling around the cock when she heard Master suck a breath then release it on a low groan.

  A moment later she moaned around the cock in her mouth as the finger in her ass slipped out, and a large, thick plug replaced it in her back channel, being pushed slowly yet irrevocably into her until the base pressed against the skin around her back hole.

  Hands once more stroked up her spine, then down to circle around her ass cheeks before beginning their route again. “How you doing, angel?”

  “Mmmm-hmmm,” she breathed, and then when Master pulled his cock away, she murmured, “good.”

  * * * *

  With Sloan prepared and floating, Merlin stripped off his own jeans and quickly slicked up his hole. As he did, he kept one eye on his restrained subbie and the other on Master, who looked like he was enjoying himself. Once he was finished, Merlin moved between Sloan’s legs and dragged the head of his cock from the top of her slit to her widespread pussy lips. While this was a great scene, he wanted to be in the middle, where he belonged, between the man who was his Master and the woman who was his submissive.

  “Master, step back.” He made the order sound more like a request and was shocked when Dane did it.

  Sloan made a wordless whine of protest even as Merlin pushed just the head of his cock into her open and wet pussy.

  “Where do you want me now?” Dane asked, his hand wrapping around his long, hard erection to slowly stroke it.

  Merlin’s gaze went to Dane’s as his cock slowly tunneled into Sloan’s pussy, which hugged him even tighter than normal thanks to the plug in her ass. “I want you to fuck me please, Master.”

  “Mmmm, my pleasure, pet.”

  Once Merlin was fully embedded in Sloan, he leaned over her and rested his elbows on the table on either side of Sloan’s body. Spreading his legs, he took deep breaths as he tried to relax.

  “Arch your back, pet, and spread your cheeks,” Dane ordered softly as he moved into position.

  Doing as Master said, he began to pant in order to keep his body still and in position while Master slid his large, thick cock into him. Straightening, Merlin grabbed his hips and held them still when the man began to slide out again.

  “Please, I need a minute or I’m going to blow way too soon,” he panted.

  Dane’s arms came around his body and hugged him as the man brushed kisses across the back of his neck. “Take all the time you need, pet.”

  Merlin began to count and reached fifty before the tension eased enough that he did not feel like either one of his heads was going to pop off anytime soon.

  “Better?” Dane asked, his own voice sounding low and harsh with his own arousal.

  “Yes, Master. Thank you.”

  “Good, now I’m going to just stand here, and since angel can’t move, it’s all up to you,” Dane said.

  “Mmmm,” angel moaned as her hips flexed on the table, causing her pussy to tighten around Merlin’s cock once more.

  “I think I can do that,” Merlin said as he began to slowly ease out of angel’s hold while at the same time backing onto Dane’s cock.

  He moved slowly back and forth, his arousal growing with each draw and thrust. Dane’s hands grabbed his hips and began to move him faster and faster until he was pistoning between his two loves.

  Angel began to shift in her bonds, her hips flexing up and down then in circles. Her breathing grew shorter and faster, and the little sounds she made harmonized with Dane’s grunts in his ears and added to his own arousal until he was not sure how much longer he could hold on.

  “Come, loves,” Merlin called as he slammed deep into angel’s pussy one last time.

  At the same moment, angel lifted her head and screamed, “I love you,” as she convulsed around him. A second later, Dane pushed deep and held him tightly pressed between the bigger man’s body and their woman’s hips as he growled out his own release.

  Chapter 12

  Once again, Sloan wondered how her men were able to move after such an intense scene. But before she had caught her breath, her men had unhooked her from her bonds, removed the ass plug, and cleaned both her and themselves up. Pushing off the table, she tried to find her balance, but befor
e she could, her knees buckled. Merlin caught her before she hit the floor, swinging her up into his arms. After a long kiss and cuddle, he handed her to Dane then went to finish cleaning up.

  Dane carried her to a nearby couch and settled down in it. He then hugged and snuggled her warmly as they finished recovering. He did not speak until Merlin joined them a few minutes later. He knelt on the floor beside Master’s knee.

  “Master?”

  Still feeling too relaxed to move, Sloan opened her eyes and looked from one man to the other. She could tell they were doing that silent communication thing they did. She was not sure if it was a man thing, or a Master-slave thing, but at times like this when she knew something was going on but not what, it frustrated the hell out of her. Without saying a word, Master nodded. Merlin rose and, after lifting her legs, slid under them sit beside Dane on the couch.

  She looked from one to the other and frowned. They looked so serious. Too serious. Though still too relaxed and happy to stress too much, her stomach squeezed in fear. “What’s up?”

  The men exchanged a glance then both turned back to her. “We have a question for you, love,” Dane said.

  “Oh?” was all she could think to say.

  “We love you. We’re good together in bed and out,” Dane said, running a hand up and down her arm.

  Nervous gooseflesh followed his touch. “I agree,” she said carefully with a slight frown of confusion.

  Merlin took her left hand and held it between his own. With another glance at Dane, who nodded, he looked at her and said, “We want to marry you.”

  “Huh?” Sloan blinked as her brain rejected the question. Surely she had not heard what she thought she had heard. “Could you repeat that please?”

  “We. Want. To. Marry. You.” Dane grinned as he said each word slowly and succinctly.

  The words she had dreamt of hearing for two years. “But it’s illegal to have two husbands in North Carolina,” she said as if talking to Noel and Yule.