“That was my favorite shirt, Zebadiah.” Her harsh tone made him want to beg forgiveness, but he refrained, reminding himself of Nicky’s words of advice before they’d entered the bedroom. Steph could try to flay him with her razor tongue all she wanted. Like a good sub, he’d let it roll off his back.
“Then I’ll replace it.” He gave a tug at the bottom of the shirt before sliding the scissors under the hem. A quick few snips later, he’d cut the tank from hem line to bust line. He could see tantalizing glimpses of her belly from the slight part in the fabric.
“You’re a bastard, Zeb.” She tried to shy away from him.
“And you’re beautiful, Steph.” He made eye contact with her, knowing that such an action would only reinforce his statement. Once she glanced away from him with a huff, he was unable to resist and slipped his hands under the edges of the shirt, then pushed it off her, freeing her pretty breasts to his gaze. More than a handful, the globes were soft looking and topped with dusky rose tips. They looked like two hard little cherries on top of a double scoop of his favorite Dulce de leche ice cream, and oh how he wanted to taste. But he contented himself with just looking. He still had a few items remove. Namely, her shorts and panties.
Slicing through her shorts took very little effort. Within a few minutes from the first snip, he had her laying gloriously bare against the sheets, her clothing in tatters around her. Placing a palm on her belly, he monitored her breathing. She was either excited or afraid. But somehow he didn’t think she was scared of him. Especially when she glared at him.
“Seriously, couldn’t we have this discussion clothed? Was cutting off my clothing necessary?”
He couldn’t help himself. He gave her wolfish grin. “Necessary, no…but pleasurable, yes.” He trailed his fingers up from her belly to tease first one nipple then the other. When she bit her lower lip to keep the moan his teasing touch brought, he narrowed his eyes. “You won’t hide from me, Stephanie. I want to hear everything. Every moan, sigh, pant or scream you feel. This is about being honest, not hiding.” He kept his voice firm, loving the way she jerked against the restraints, her face a mask of fury.
“No man makes me scream.”
Lightly pinching her nipple between his fingers, he tsked at her, loving the way her eyes drifted shut. Seemed to him she enjoyed the bite of pain with her pleasure. It was something he could deal with. “Now why don’t I believe that? I can’t see Sir settling for less than your full submission.”
Her jaw clenched as he tugged on her other nipple. “Let me reword that…better men than you have tried … and failed.”
“Mmmm. I guess I’m going to have to change your mind.” He leaned down and captured one of her nipples in his mouth, tugging on it with his teeth before lashing at it with his tongue.
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Son of a bitch! What the hell has gotten into him, he’s a submissive, not a switch. Steph threw her head back as her gentle Zebadiah tormented her poor nipples with his teeth, tongue, and lips. Part of her was shocked at his actions, but the other part was wondering how soon she could tempt him into going alpha on her again. It was the perverseness of her nature. She loved both dominating and submitting to her lover, especially when her lover wrestled the control away from her as Zebadiah was doing with each tug and pull on the sensitive nubs.
Building waves of pleasure washed through her as he continued torment her nipples. It took all her will power to keep the demand that he suck harder from rolling off her tongue. She’d be damned before she’d beg Zeb. He was supposed to be submissive to her. A low whimper, however, did build in her chest, when he released her with an audible pop, leaving her left nipple shining in the light. She gritted her teeth as he blew on the tight peak, causing it to harden either further.
“Something tells me you like the bite of pain with your pleasure, Stephanie.” He teased her other nipple by rolling it in between two strong, agile fingers. “Does Master like to clamp these little berries?” His blue eyes were bright with need.
“Ah….” She opened her mouth to deny it, but Nicky, the rat bastard, spoke first.
“Check the drawer where you got the scissors from, Zeb. There should be a small black box in there.”
“Damn you, Nicky!” Even as she cursed at him, her thighs grew even damper with her excitement. She knew exactly what was in the black box. It wasn’t just a pair of nipple clamps - no, it had to be Nicky’s favorite torture device for her. It had three clamps connected by two fine silver chains. The shorter chain connected the clamps meant for her nipples, while the longer chain was attached to the middle of the shorter chain and held the third clamp her master loved to use on her clit. The clamps drove her insane and Nicky knew it, because once all three were attached, the slightest tug pulled on all three clamps. She wanted to shoot him dead but from his chair, Nicky just smirked at her as if to say she’d landed herself in this spot while he continued to fondle himself.
The sound of the drawer barely registered as she watched him stroke a broad palm up and down his sex. If there was one thing she loved, it was seeing a man jerk off, to know he was so hot he had to take matters into his own hands, so to speak. Especially when the man in question didn’t shy away from her gaze, and watched her watch him the entire time he did it. It was a treat her master didn’t give her often, but when he did, she lapped it up like a kitten did a bowl of cream. She was so wrapped up in watching Nicky, the bite of pain on her left nipple drew a sharp inhalation from her.
“Ouch!” She gritted her teeth to keep from hissing at the pleasure pain the clamp wrought. She refused to give into Zeb. He was to be her submissive. He should be kneeling at her feet, begging to pleasure her, not taking control. She half expected him to offer to take it off. But his smug grin told her wasn’t going to.
“You know, I love the feel of these myself. There’s something erotic about knowing the pain of them pleases your master or mistress. Perhaps the first time I submit to Nicky we can wear matching ones?” He tugged lightly on the clamp.
She couldn’t hold it in this time. The cry escaped her tight throat. “Zebadiah!” She pressed her head back against the pillows. Another moan built as he nibbled on her unadorned breast, wetting the peak and blowing on it until he had her ready for the second clamp. “Fuck,” she hissed as he slipped it on, tightening the screw just enough to sting.
“Good girl.” Then he tugged on the light silver chain between her breasts.
“Son of a bitch,” she gasped, her trapped nubs throbbing in time with each gentle tug he gave.
“She loves the clamps, but you’re going to have to work on coaxing her little clit out for the third, Zebadiah.”
Zeb trailed his fingers down her stomach as he glanced at Nicky. “Thanks for the tip, Sir.”
She nearly came undone as Zeb climbed between her thighs to settle on his belly. She didn’t miss the way he gently arranged his cock before relaxing against the bedding. She glared at her Master.
“Thanks a lot, you’re not helping here…” Her hissed words died in her throat as Zebadiah parted her saturated folds with his fingers, exposing her tender pink insides. She stiffened as he blew across the damp flesh.
“You know you’re awfully wet for a woman who doubted her place in my life, Stephanie.” The flat of his tongue lapped at her from her taint up to her clit. The traitorous little bulb hardened as he slowly circled it with the tip of his tongue before drawing away.
“Zeb!” She tugged hard on her wrists, wanting to bury her fingers in his hair, to direct his mouth to wear she needed it.
“Shhh. I’ll get there.” His promise was dark as was the erotic nip he gave her inner thigh.
Her breath caught as he moved to the opposite leg while circling her opening with two of his fingers. Her body tried to clamp around him, to capture those teasing fingertips but pinned as she was to the bed, she could do nothing more than wiggle against the bedding under her.
“Oh my God…now.” Her words were babbled out as hi
s tongue delved in the crease where her thigh met her pussy.
“Do you want him to eat your pussy, cara mia?” Nicky slowly stood. “To give you the release you crave?”
She whimpered as Zeb pressed open mouth kisses on her mound, but avoided the throbbing nub at the apex of her folds. She squirmed. “Yes, Master.” As he stood at the head of the bed, his hard cock leaking fluids from the tip mere inches from her mouth, she was ready to beg.
“I could command him to eat you ‘til you come all over his face, but I doubt he’ll listen to me, since he’s not being submissive right now. Is he?”
She shook her head, panting as Zeb pushed two fingers inside her, not going far, probably only to his first knuckle. It was just enough to tease her, with the prospect of more. She was being drawn on a rack of torture as Zeb gently tugged on the chain, pulling on her already sensitive nipples.
“That’s right, he’s not. But before tonight, would you have ever thought for a moment he had a dominant bone in his body?”
She tried to focus on Nicky’s words, but the man between her legs took that moment to suck her clit into his mouth, nursing on it gently. She could feel her orgasm building in the pit of her stomach, until she was sure she’d release into his mouth. She jerked and wanted to protest as his lips abandoned her. She didn’t have long to protest his absence, however. Moments after he lifted his head, the clit clamp was in place, tightly hugging the nub until she wanted to pass out from the pleasurable pain of it.
“Look at me, Stephanie.” Nicky’s voice grew hard, drawing her attention away from her need to climax.
“What?” she snapped, moaning softly as Zeb raised up on his knees and lightly pulled on the fine chain running the length of her stomach. It pulled on her clit, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to keep her on the edge.
“Look at him, he’s always been submissive to us, never touching without permission. Even in sleep he curled up against me so sweetly there was no doubt of his submissiveness. You’d have to agree he’s submissive to the bone, right?”
As usual, the domination in Nicky’s tone ensnared her. She nodded, moaning as Nicky tapped her breast lightly with the palm of his hand, sending her breasts swaying and tugging on her trapped nipples.
“Good, I’d have to agree with you if I wasn’t witnessing what I am right now. Because he’s not being submissive, is he? He’s taken control of your orgasm and is refusing to let you come.”
“No!” She cried out her answer as Zeb plunged his fingers inside of her, their thickness stretching her walls as he turned his hand. Her breath caught in moan as he searched out her g-spot with amazing accuracy. A bolt of pleasure sharper than a knife shot through her. She felt a need similar to that of urinating, but knew the sensation would herald itself in an orgasm so strong she would soak the sheets beneath her.
“Focus on me, Stephanie.” Zebadiah’s voice was firm. “I need to look you me in the eyes when you answer.”
When she shook her head and rocked up against his hand, he swatted her hip with his free hand.
“I said, look at me!” His tone brooked no refusal. Finally she drew her gaze away from Nicky, and looked down her body to see him kneeling between her thighs, his face flushed, his erection tenting the front of his shorts, while his fingers continuing to pummel her aching pussy.
“What?” She gritted out between her teeth as he continued to rub the rough but responsive patch inside of her, teasing her with what could be.
“Answer honestly, and I’ll let you come,” he promised, his need burning in his eyes as his chest heaved. He was no more un-effected than she was, she realized.
“Fine…ask.” She panted, struggling against her bonds.
“If I can overcome a lifetime of submission to take control - to prove to you how committed I am to our budding relationship, how could you think I’d let some little piece of paper dictate my actions?”
Hope blossomed over her. The proof of his sincerity was right before her eyes. He’d stepped outside of his comfort zone, almost completely without a safety net, to prove he took her place in his life seriously, and he wasn’t going to run away at the first hint of trouble. “I was scared….but I’m not now. You don’t care about the subpoena.”
“That’s right. I don’t.” He removed his fingers to fumble at the closure of his shorts. “But before I give back control. I need something.” He tugged until his cock, its head deep crimson with his urgent need, popped into view. “I need to fuck you. Please.” His hands dug into her hips as he lifted her up into position.
“Only if you suck Nicky’s cock while you fuck me…” Her request ended in a shriek as he rubbed through her folds, the head of his erection rubbing over the clamp, causing the coil inside of her to tighten.
“Son of a bitch,” Zeb growled, his hips moving faster, nudging her closer to the edge. She fought off the need to crest. She didn’t want to come until he was inside of her yearning pussy, and she saw Master’s cock in his mouth.
“Here.” A foil packet landed on her belly, courtesy of her Master. Before she could blink, she swore Zeb had levered up and was sheathing himself. Pressing against her opening, he leaned over her, bracing himself on his arms until his chest teased the chains, and he was within touching distance to Nicky.
“Straddle her.” Zebadiah’s hoarse request still held a note of submissiveness in it. It seemed his dominance only extended so far.
“Fuck, yeah.” Nicky agilely moved into position, his thick thighs on either side of her head. As he settled into place, Zebadiah leaned in and lapped at the head of Nicky’s prick while thrusting inside of her. A scream built in her throat only to be muffled as she lifted her head off the bed to suck on her master’s up drawn scrotum. Above her she could barely hear the audible curse from him as Zebadiah worked his cock while she lapped at the sensitive orbs beneath them.
The bed became a rolling, rocking ride of hoarse male grunts and feminine screams as the three of them worked together to reach the peak just out of reach. Her head dropped back to the pillows as one of the men pulled hard enough on the chain and she came violently. Her trapped clit throbbed, while her pussy clamped down hard on the thick length filling her. A soundless scream escaped her as she bucked against her bounds, lifting up into both men, the violent pleasure nearly ripping her apart.
“Aw, fuck. Gonna come, il mio colibrì.”
The muffled moan of acceptance from Zeb seemed to be all Nicky was waiting for before he cursed roundly and thrust heavily into Zeb’s mouth, holding their lover’s head still in his grasp. As Zeb greedily downed his offering, he continued to jerk and move against her. It wasn’t until Nicky pulled away with a half-hearted laugh, that Steph realized Zeb was still hard inside of her.
“Sexy?” She lifted her head in concern.
“Shit…” His eyes were begging as he continued to move. “….I can’t…” Whatever he was trying to say obviously registered with Nicky, who scrambled to his knees next to Zeb.
A loud cry escaped Zeb as Nicky struck his ass with the palm of his hand.
“You’ll come for us, right now or I’ll blister this ass ‘til you can’t sit.” He released a flurry of swats to Zebadiah’s bottom. “Do you understand?”
Zeb bit his lip before crying out. “Yes, Sir.” He stiffened, his cock thickening inside of her as he found his release. Watching as he worked through his orgasm, Steph realized she’d never seen anything quite as raw as Zeb giving over to Nicky. It made her realize she should’ve never doubted his commitment to them. Only a man committed as Zeb was to both of them would be able to blow Nicky’s and her world apart as he just had.
Chapter Seventeen
After stretching every inch of her body in a back wrenching yawn, Steph relaxed against the rumpled bedding. The sun starting to peek through the curtains in their bedroom told her it was nearing noon. Rolling onto her side, she stared down at Zebadiah, who happened to be curled up between her and Nicky. His face was peaceful as he slumbered on
his stomach, one arm draped across Nicky’s stomach. On his back, Nicky snored softly. Both men looked so peaceful she didn’t want to think about waking either of them. It had been nearly dawn before she and her lovers had finally passed out from exhaustion.
Recent memories of Zebadiah stroking his cock as he watched Nicky screw her into the mattress caused her breath to catch and her nipples to peak against the thin sheet covering them. Licking her lips against the temptation of crawling between them and waking them up in a way they never would forget, she slipped out of the bed. The dark bags under her master’s eyes had her heart softening. Her own fears hadn’t only affected her, but had driven the men in her life to worry.
Well I can’t think of a better way to make it up to them than by cooking breakfast. We certainly worked up an appetite this morning. Making a quick detour to the master bath, she closed the door quietly so as to not wake Nicky and Zeb. Taking a fast shower, she stepped out of huge bath stall a few minutes later, feeling more refreshed than she had in quite some time. Nothing like a hot shower to put a girl back to rights. After towel drying her hair, she slipped into the short silk robe on the back of the door. It only took a few moments to run a comb through her wet locks.
Deciding she was as presentable as she would be on a Monday morning, she eased open the door quietly. A smile crossed her face when she noticed Zeb and Nicky hadn’t moved from the spots she’d left them. The poor babies were worn out. Slipping through the door, which connected to Nicky’s lair, she shut it behind her.
Moving into the kitchen, she busied herself with starting the coffee. Even though she didn’t personally consume the brew, and she didn’t like the results on her Dom when he over-indulged, it was her one concession to Mondays. He got two cups of coffee to ease him back into his workweek. Not that this week is going to be normal. If it was, he’d already be at his desk clacking away on his newest piece of deviltry. Measuring the fresh beans, she emptied them into the grinder. Pressing down on the button, she listened to the whirl of the blades as she contemplated what last night meant in the grand scheme of things between them and the sexy Zeb.
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