Love Slave for Two: Family Matters

by Tymber Dalton

  She kissed his temple. “Work your tongue around the tip some. Don’t make him blast off too soon.”

  Thomas followed her orders as Tyler gripped the headboard. She slowly stroked Tom’s shaft, knowing she could easily make him come again if she wanted. He’d gone several months without release to the best of her knowledge, unless he’d been jerking off alone at night. Somehow, she didn’t think he had.

  She’d have to ask him later.

  Tyler flexed his hips, slowly fucking Tom’s mouth. The silver chain lay at the base of Tom’s throat and sight of it stirred something deep inside Nevvie.

  Theirs.

  He was all theirs, back to them, hopefully for good.

  She nuzzled Tom’s neck, firmly gripped his throbbing cock. She stilled her hand but kept him hard. “You’re going to swallow every drop, aren’t you, Tommy? You’re going to be a good little slave and take every bit your master gives you, aren’t you?”

  Tommy’s mouth worked at Tyler’s cock. She knew he had to be deep-throating him.

  Tyler gasped. “I’m almost there, loves.”

  Nevvie nipped Tom’s earlobe. “Do it, baby. Make him moan for me.”

  Thomas eagerly worked at his task. Tyler’s other hand dropped to the back of Tom’s head and he cried out as he fucked his cock deep into his lover’s mouth.

  Thomas didn’t release him until he was sure Tyler had finished. Then he placed a kiss on the softened tip and looked up at him.

  “Did I please my master?”

  Tyler’s eyes rolled open and he laughed. Nevvie snickered against his shoulder.

  Tyler stretched out next to him. “You pleased me very much, little slave.” His wicked grin told Nevvie more than any words ever could.

  Thomas looked at her. “Did I please my mistress?”

  “Very much.” She kissed him, gently squeezing his shaft. “Looks like you’re ready for round two.”

  “Whatever my mistress wants.”

  Nevvie was about to reply when they heard Adam on the baby monitor.

  Tyler sat up. “I’ll take care of him,” he said, pointing at the baby monitor. Then he pointed at Thomas. “You take care of him.” He stood, pulled on a pair of boxers, and left, closing the door behind him.

  Nevvie carefully swung back into position and settled over his shaft, hovering. “Look at me Tommy.”

  He did.

  “You want it, baby?”

  He nodded, his hands resting on her thighs. She suspected without Tyler’s assistance she wouldn’t come this time but that was okay.

  “How bad you want it?”

  “Real bad, baby. Fuck me good, please.”

  She slowly lined his shaft up with her ready entrance and took her time settling into position. Then she leaned forward and kissed him. “You fuck me good and come for me again and I’ll let you take that toy out of your ass.”

  He smiled. “Maybe I like having this toy in my ass.”

  Nevvie laughed. “Don’t tempt me. I might make you wear it to work.”

  “I would if you told me to.”

  She paused. “I was kidding.”

  “I wasn’t. I’m your toy. I’ll do whatever it takes to make things right and keep them that way.”

  Nevvie took another slow stroke. “Love us. Don’t shut us out again. That’s all we want.” She kissed him, gently fucking him. She longed for the days when he’d pound her into the mattress but getting back to that point would be a long time coming.

  No pun intended.

  Mindful of his leg, she maintained a steady rhythm she knew would do the trick. Then she laid her head against his shoulder, enjoying the feel of his large hands on her back. “Come for me,” she whispered. “Show me how much you love me.”

  His body tensed as he climaxed. Nevvie carefully kept her weight on her knees as she lay in his arms, not moving, enjoying the moment.

  “You won’t hurt me, sugar,” he said. “You can relax.”

  “I’m okay.”

  She shivered as his fingers brushed down her spine in the familiar way. At least one thing was the same about him. “You’re afraid of breaking me. I’m okay. If I hurt I’ll say so.”

  “I thought my psychic connection was with Tyler.”

  “You’re treating me the same way Tyler treated you when you were pregnant.”

  Nevvie propped herself up on one arm and trailed her fingers down his chest. “Now we’ve sort of got matching scars.”

  He captured her fingers and brought them to his lips, kissing each one, gently laving them with his tongue. “I swear to God I’m back for good, Nev. I won’t screw up again.” His deep, sweet brown eyes bored into hers.

  “I’m not saying I think this is easy for you. I know this sucks. Just remember we love you no matter what shape you’re in, and we’ll help you no matter what, but you have to let us help you. I can’t lose you.” Her tears welled up again despite her best efforts to hold them back. “I love you so much, Tommy. I was so afraid we’d lost you. When you woke up and finally started talking, it was the best feeling in the world.”

  “What if I hadn’t woke up?”

  She shrugged. “Then I guess I’d be learning a lot about nursing, wouldn’t I?”

  He studied her. “You mean it, don’t you?”

  “Fuck, Tommy, what do you think we’ve been trying to say? Tyler will agree with me. You’re our guy. You’ll always be our guy and we don’t give a shit what condition you’re in.”

  He kissed her, his tongue gently tracing her lips. “I love you.”

  * * * *

  Nevvie let Thomas take the butt plug out but ordered him to keep it in the bedside table at the ready. By the time Nevvie put Adam down for his afternoon nap, Nevvie was more than ready for another go at her slave boy. She gently pulled the nursery door shut and found Thomas in the kitchen, cleaning up the remains of his lunch. She slipped her arms around his waist.

  “Go get in bed and wait for me.”

  His beaming smile reached his eyes. She felt his cock stiffen against her. “Yes, Mistress.”

  Nevvie reached up and flicked the tag on his silver chain. “What are you going to tell people if they ask what this is?”

  He shrugged. “The truth.” He leaned in and kissed her, his tongue gently exploring her mouth. “That my husband and my wife wanted me to have a tangible reminder of who I belong to.”

  Heat flared in her lower belly, sending a flood of moisture to her already throbbing sex. “Go get your ass in bed and prepared to be fucked.”

  “Whatever you say, Mistress.” He grabbed his crutches and, as fast as he was capable, hurried down the hall.

  Fuck! He sounded so sexy when he talked like that!

  Tyler emerged from his study, coffee mug in hand. He glanced down the hall. “Did I hear something about a certain slave getting a good fucking?”

  “You heard correctly.”

  He placed his mug on the counter and wrapped his arms around her, cupping her ass with his hands. With his mouth by her ear he growled, “I would love to slide my cock up your sweet arse while you’re fucking him.”

  Nevvie’s knees nearly failed her. “Do you think we can do that without hurting him?”

  “Considering how you rode him yesterday and this morning, I daresay he’ll be fine.”

  Her mouth went dry. She swallowed to form spit. “Okay,” she squeaked.

  She could play sexy mistress with Tommy, but there was no way she could ever pretend to be Tyler’s Domme. No way in hell. Just his spooky blue eyes turned her knees to jelly, not to mention his voice.

  His lips blazed a moist, hot trail down her neck to the base of her throat then he lifted his head. “You’ll always be my sweet, beautiful little slave girl, won’t you, angel?”

  She nodded. Again their mental connection had come through.

  He gently nuzzled her nose. “I’ll always be your Master, love.”

  “Let’s go, Master,” she said. “We’ve got a slave to fuck.”
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  Thomas was waiting, naked except for his collar, in bed. His stiff cock stood at rigid attention and his playful smile devastated her.

  “Does this please you, Mistress?”

  “Damn straight it does.” She fought the urge to jump in the bed. Instead she quickly stripped and carefully mounted him with a satisfied sigh.

  Tyler laughed. “Ah, loves, what a beautiful sight.” He stripped and joined them, kneeling behind Nevvie with the bottle of lube. “Lean forward, sweetheart.”

  She did, keeping her weight on her elbows and knees. Thomas reached behind her and gently spread her cheeks for Tyler.

  Desire coursed through her, running deep, demanding release. It had been a long time since they’d both taken her like this

  Too long.

  She buried her head against Thomas’ neck, enjoying the feel of Tyler’s fingers lubing her dark hole. “Yesss,” she quietly hissed, trying to hold still and wanting to wiggle against his hand and take him deeper.

  “Does that feel good?” Tyler asked her.

  “Oh, yesss.”

  “Oh, God, baby,” Thomas moaned. “It won’t take much to make me come like this.”

  Tyler lined his lubed shaft with her rosette and gripped her hips. “You’re not allowed to come before we do, little slave boy,” he growled.

  “Ah, fuck!” Thomas groaned, breathless with desire. “You keep talking like and that I’m gonna fucking blow.”

  “Don’t you dare. You’ll be wearing that butt plug during your next therapy session if you do.”

  Tyler’s stern tone nearly finished Nevvie. She squirmed on Thomas’ shaft, trying to impale herself on Tyler. “Fuck me, boys.”

  “Hold still then, love, and let me.”

  She forced herself to hold still while he slowly slid balls-deep inside her ass. The incredibly erotic feeling of them stretching her nearly pushed her over the edge. She just needed one more thing…

  Tyler held still, his hands on her ass. “Don’t move, darling. I want to feel you.”

  Thomas’ eyes were firmly clamped shut. “Jesus, that’s great!”

  Tyler’s lips brushed the nape of her neck, making her shiver. He carefully snaked one hand between her and Thomas and found her swollen, aching nub.

  With his mouth near her ear, Tyler said, “You’re going to come for me, love. I want my sweet little slave girl to squeeze my cock. I want to feel you come.”

  As if he’d waved a magic wand over her, something inside her broke free like an avalanche racing down a mountain. She threw her head back against his shoulder. He rolled her clit between his finger and thumb and she let out a primal scream—pleasure, passion, and relief.

  Life was as it should be, finally.

  She was still sobbing when he lowered her onto Thomas’ chest and started thrusting. She tried to work her hips with him but the sensual explosion still rocketing through her had robbed her muscles of strength.

  Thomas groaned, his hands on her waist.

  “I can’t hold it,” he gasped.

  “You’d better,” Tyler growled.

  Nevvie moaned, squirming between them, impaled on their large cocks.

  Tyler took his time, holding back, enjoying her tight muscles squeezing him. After several minutes he quickened his pace. “All right, Thomas, get ready. You may come…now.”

  Tyler slammed home with one final, deep stroke as Thomas grunted beneath her. When all three had recovered, Tyler carefully untangled himself so he could let Nevvie hold her weight off Thomas.

  Tyler kissed her shoulder. “Are you all right?”

  She nodded, her hair hanging in her face and hiding her tears.

  Happy tears.

  “Thomas?”

  His eyes were closed. “I’m good, man. Real good.”

  Tyler went to the bathroom, cleaned up, and returned with a warm, damp washcloth for Nevvie. After he cleaned her up she carefully moved to lie on Tom’s other side. He winced a little, which didn’t escape Nevvie’s notice.

  “Do you want a pain pill?”

  He groped for their hands without opening his eyes. “Not right now.” He brought their hands to his lips and kissed them, holding them on his chest. “Maybe later. Right now, I just want to lay here with you two.”

  “Did you enjoy that?” Tyler asked.

  Thomas looked at him. “Fuck, that was…” He searched for the right words. “I nearly came when you ordered me not to. That was fucking hot, man. Jesus Christ.”

  “You’re the one who volunteered to play our little slave boy.” Tyler’s playful grin melted the others.

  “I hope you don’t ever want a turn as slave, Ty,” Nevvie said. “You’ve got two willing slaves.”

  Thomas squeezed her hand. “And I’ve got two fantastic masters. Mistresses. Wait…” He grinned. “I’m gonna like this a lot.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Nevvie nervously exchanged glances with Tyler all morning. When their doorbell rang, Tyler answered it.

  Thomas caught Nevvie’s eye from the living room and tipped his head at her, motioning her over. He pulled her down to the couch as Tyler led an older man into the living room.

  “Loves, this is John. Thomas’ new physical therapist.”

  He looked at least ten years older than Tyler. Short-cropped hair, almost a military cut, liberally peppered with grey. Probably well-muscled at one time but some of that had softened into middle-aged flab. John nodded to them as Tyler made the introductions.

  Thomas took a deep breath and grabbed Nevvie’s hand. “Did the company tell you why I requested a new therapist?”

  He shook his head. “No, but when I talked with Jennifer to get the case file, she didn’t seem to want to talk about it.”

  “She’s not in any trouble, is she?”

  “Not that I’m aware of.”

  Thomas looked at Tyler, then Nevvie. “Well, I wasn’t exactly honest and open with her when she first started and didn’t do anything to correct her erroneous impression. It sort of shocked her when it came out, and it pissed off these two. Understandably,” he added. “We’re polyamorous. I told the company that when I called the other day. Will that be a problem?”

  John dropped his bag to the carpet and shrugged. “Should it? I’m not doin’ any of you, no offense. I’m happily married, and it’s not any of my business.”

  That out of the way, he spent a few minutes talking with Thomas to make sure he had all his notes correct before starting on a similar set of exercises Jennifer had used.

  Tyler and Nevvie watched from the kitchen. Thomas noticed John wasn’t nearly as gentle as Jennifer, and thought perhaps this wasn’t a bad change after all if it helped speed his healing.

  Maybe she’d been too easy on him.

  By the end of the appointment Tom was sweating from pain and exertion. John took a moment to update his notes. “I’ll be back Wednesday, same time.” He gathered his things and said a quick, friendly but professional good-bye to them before leaving.

  Nevvie raced into the living room and hugged Thomas. “Thank you!”

  He waved Tyler over. “Yeah, well, I deserve the torture, that’s for sure. And I need help getting back to the bedroom. I want to take a warm shower and lay down for a while. I’m in real fucking pain.”

  Nevvie helped him while Tyler kept an ear out for Adam waking up. When she got Thomas into bed she gave him a long massage, trying to work the pain from his muscles. He looked so sexy with just his silver collar on. As his pain pill took effect he drifted, held out his arm to her. She cuddled close, snuggling with him until she knew from the slow, deep sound of his breathing that he’d fallen asleep.

  Tyler stuck his head in the door and smiled. “Is he asleep?”

  Nevvie nodded and carefully extricated herself. She pulled on her clothes and joined Tyler in the kitchen.

  He enveloped her in his arms. “He’s really back, sweetheart. He’s not leaving us again. I know it.”

  “I still wonder if I didn’t
overreact.”

  He shook his head. “No, love. I think it was exactly the shock our sweet boy needed to get his head on properly.”

  * * * *

  Three weeks after Tommy’s change in attitude, Nevvie awoke curled with him pressed into her back. From the slow, soft sound of his breathing she knew he was still asleep. Tyler wasn’t in bed. Her heart sped with anxiety until she heard him in the kitchen making coffee and softly talking to Adam.

  She relaxed. How long would it take her to quit feeling anxious about him when he was out of her sight?

  Falling back to sleep looked like a tempting option. As she started to change position her stomach took a dangerous roll. She bolted from the bed straight for the bathroom.

  The action elicited a startled yelp from Tommy as she jostled him but she didn’t have time to apologize. She made the toilet in time to heave up what little was left of her dinner from the night before.

  From the bedroom, Thomas yelled, “Tyler! Get in here, now!”

  “What?”

  Nevvie closed her eyes and fought another round of nausea. For a moment she worried she was sick. Then another realization struck.

  Tyler appeared at her side a moment later, one arm around her, the other holding her hair away from her face. “Are you all right, love?” he murmured.

  She shook her head and spit, tightly gripped the bowl.

  He kissed her temple. “I’ve got a test kit in the cabinet. Let’s get your tummy settled and see what’s up.”

  Their psychic connection strikes again. She nodded as she dry heaved. Oh yes, how could she have forgotten this part of being pregnant?

  Thomas’ voice came from the doorway. “You all right, sugar?”

  Tyler looked at him, his voice hopeful. “I think you might get a little respite from your stud services, dear.”

  He laughed. “Damn! I was really enjoying being a sex toy.”

  Nevvie laughed until another round of nausea cut her off. Ten minutes later she shakily climbed to her feet. Tyler brought her a wet washcloth and glass of water so she could rinse her mouth. Both men looked on as she took the pregnancy test.