Releasing the captured flesh, Nicky chuckled. Such an impatient little thing. He tugged at the base of the plug, sliding it back in minute amounts before pushing it forward again.
"Damn, Master, fuck him with that plug." Steph’s face was flushed as she knelt at his side, her hand around the base of Zeb's cock while she worked the cock ring over the shaft.
"Ma'am..." Zeb choked out, bucking between their hands. "I'm...I can't come with that..." He swayed on his feet as Steph unrolled a condom over Zeb's cock. The snick of her opening the bottle of lube was loud in the room.
"That's the point, Sexy. We want you to last when you enter Master's ass."
A low, tortured groan escaped Zeb after Nicky wrapped his hand around the man's nuts. Gazing down at his Master's hand wrapped around his nearly purple cock, Zeb hoped the man would take pity on him soon and release him before he came across Sir's palm like a horny teenager.
Obviously Nicky seemed to realize how close Zeb was because he slowly stood before reaching for the manacles. "It's time." He flicked the release catches on them, freeing Zeb's wrists. Once loose, Nicky rubbed his thumb over the indentations gracing Zeb's wrists. "Okay?"
Zeb gave a half-assed laugh. "Other than the fact I'm ready to bend you over the nearest flat object, I don't think I've ever ached this bad, Sir."
Heat flared in Nicky's eyes. "Do you? Well you'll fuck me when I say and not before. Get your ass over to the bed. I want to see you lick Steph's pussy. And none of your teasing either." Sir's hand cupped and then rubbed over the bulge in his leathers. "I want her ready for me, NOW."
Licking his lips as if he could already savor the taste of sweet Steph, he grabbed Steph's hand and nearly dragged her to the bed. Before his Ma'am could protest, he pushed her down on the bed, yanked her shorts down, and buried his face in her fragrant pussy. She smelled and tasted like both of them, a combination left over from when he'd fucked her earlier.
"Zeb!" Her hands gripped at his hair. Relentlessly he attacked her clit with his teeth and tongue, then hummed against her before slipping two gently fluted fingers inside of her. Wet heat met them as she tightened down on him, much like she had earlier.
"That's it, il mio colibrì, fuck her with your mouth and fingers. I want her to be on the verge of coming before I fuck her while you're screwing me."
Thrusting his fingers harder into her, Zeb rubbed over her g-spot while he listened with one ear as their master shed his clothing. As each thud hit the floor, he grew more erect, if that was possible. Moments later, he felt the heat of Nicky along his back. He groaned against Steph as bare skin registered against his own.
She shrieked, her hips bucking up against his mouth.
"Don't make her come." Sir's voice was firm, there would be no compromise. "That's enough. Remove your mouth and fingers, Zeb."
"Dammit, Master, I was so close!" Steph wailed.
Nicky's nose flared. "Not as close as you're going to get." He pulled Zeb away from Steph's splayed legs. "Grab me a pillow from the head of the bed, Zeb."
"Yes, Sir." He had only taken two steps before Steph's scream echoed through the room. Looking over his shoulder, his cock throbbed. Sir had taken his place and had his face buried between Steph's thighs, his hands holding her slippery folds open while he drilled the tip of her clit with just the end of his tongue. If it hadn't been for the restraining arm across the slight swell of her stomach, he was sure Steph would've bucked Sir off, especially when he drew back enough to blow a stream of moist air over her.
"I'm not waiting all day, Zebadiah." Nicky looked up from his task. "I want that pillow. Now."
"Yes, Sir." He ignored his throbbing cock, and retrieved the plump goose-down pillow at the head of the bed. He rejoined Sir and handed him the requested item. "Here, Sir."
"Good boy," Nicky praised before turning his attention back to Steph. "Lift your hips."
As soon as Nicky removed his arm, she bucked up and Nicky slid the pillow under her bottom. Then he hooked his arms over her thighs and dragged both her and the pillow into position. Zeb swallowed hard as Sir didn't wait to bury his cock inside of Steph. "Do not come, Stephanie."
His Sir's chest heaved like a pair of bellows as he thrust a few times before stilling. Zeb was totally riveted by the flex and thrust of Sir's ass.
"Lick my ass, Zeb, get me ready for your cock."
Nicky's request sent a jolt of lust through him. He dropped to his knees behind Nicky, ignoring the slight pain in his right one before burying his face in his Sir's ass. He didn't wait or take it slow. Using his tongue, he lapped at the tightly furled opening before testing its resistance. Pushing through the ring, he listened to his Sir's groans and praises.
"Fuck, yeah. Eat that asshole. Make sure I'm good and wet."
Against his cheeks, he could feel the trembling of his Sir's ass as he pressed back against Zeb's mouth. He didn't know how long he'd actually been feasting when Nicky called a halt to it.
"Enough!" Nicky sounded hoarse. "Stand up, now, Zebadiah."
Scrambling to his feet, he hissed at the pain in his knee, but refused to acknowledge it. His dick, still covered in latex and with the cock ring in place, ached worse. He needed to bury his cock inside the tempting hole he'd just tasted.
"Sir....please... I need..." He clenched his fists, afraid he would come if he touched his own dick.
"Use the lube, Zeb, lather your cock up, now," Nicky groaned and from his position behind their Master he could see Steph's fingers plucking at Nicky's nipples… rubbing and thumbing them. His hand trembled so much he was barely able to open the bottle of lube on the bed next to them. Squirting a generous amount, probably too much, into the palm of his hand, he slathered it up and down his cock after dropping the bottle to the floor.
"It's done." He stepped between Nicky's slightly parted thighs. "Master?" He couldn't keep the question out of his voice. He wanted his Master, wanted to feel the snug embrace of his Master's ass around his cock, but he wouldn't take without permission.
Nicky glanced over his shoulder at Zeb. "What the hell are you waiting for, slave? Fuck me."
A growl escaped Zeb as he took his dick in hand. Pressing against his Master's opening, he tried to slowly, gently enter him, to show him how much it meant to him Nicky was allowing such an honor. As his head slipped past the tight ring of muscles, Zeb panted, shoving a bit harder as his Master slowly opened for him. Concerned he was hurting his Sir, he looked for the lube. Perhaps if he added more...
“Quit fucking around.” Nicky sounded pissed, and Zeb froze. “I’m not going to break. I want to you to fuck me fast and hard - until I’m seeing stars,” Nicky gritted out. “And then - only then, can you come, Zeb.”
Zeb groaned and let go. His Master had given him an order, one which he had no problem obeying. Grasping Sir’s slender hips, he thrust forward hard, driving Nicky deeper into Steph who moaned happily.
“Fuck, yeah.” Nicky pushed back against him before surging forward into Steph. The sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the air, but Zeb hardly noticed. He was focused on the heat surrounding him, and the increasing tightness clasping his aching cock. He just had to wait ‘til he felt the rhythmic flutters signaling his master’s release. Only then could he lose himself to the need swirling through him. Until then he’d continue to thrust, to give his Master what he’d asked.
Listening to the wild cries as Steph found her release was hot, potent. He fell over his master, bracing his arms on either side of Steph and Nicky. He hammered even harder into the welcoming depths holding him.
“Son of a bitch!” Nicky groaned loudly. “Right there. Right fucking there.” His master bucked uncontrollably under him. In a daze, Zeb realized the shift in position had him pegging his Master’s prostate.
Digging deeper, Zeb panted, grinding against him, hanging on by a thread. Then he felt it. Under him Nicky stiffened and screamed as he orgasmed. Zeb whimpered in his throat as the muscles clamped down hard on him. “Master, ca
n I come…please…?” He trembled, his groin knotting as the need to come wracked his frame.
“Come…il mio colibrì.” The answer was broken, but it was all the permission he needed.
He jerked out of Nicky, fumbling with the cock ring and condom. “God damn it!” He cursed as his slippery fingers struggled with the task. Finally after wiping them hastily on the bedding, he managed to pry the stubborn ring off his close to exploding dick. Wedging his shaft between Sir’s ass cheeks, his head tipped back and he exploded. As his hips jerked against his Master, he felt like he’d been turned inside out.
Epilogue
Three months later
Zeb followed Davis out of the courthouse. A sense of relief washed over him. When he and Davis had been called to appear in court ahead of schedule, Zeb had honestly been worried. Even with the criminal trial over and Allison sitting behind bars for the next five to ten years for assault with a deadly weapon and great bodily injury, the civil lawsuit she'd slapped on him had been hanging over his head.
As he slid into the SUV, he gave a deep sigh of relief.
"You know your being able to get the lawsuit thrown out of court was the last thing I expected, Davis. I can't thank you enough."
Slipping behind the driver's wheel, Davis chuckled. "No thanks are needed. She didn’t have a leg to stand on, especially when she never once visited the safety deposit box, nor did she have an account at that particular bank. The fact her name was on the deposit form as a secondary owner doesn't hold water in the state of California."
"I still appreciate it." Zeb buckled his seat belt. "I just can't believe it's finally over. I'm not going to have to worry about that bitch messing shit up for me anymore."
Davis chuckled as he started the truck and put it in reverse. "I couldn't have put it any better, Zeb. Now you just have Nicky and Steph to placate for missing your lunch."
"They understood and promised me a rain-check for later."
Davis chuckled. "That's good." He maneuvered into traffic. "Am I dropping you at their house, or you headed back home? Although I'm sure you don’t call it that anymore."
Zeb sighed. It was true. When he wasn't at the bakery, putting in fifteen hour days to get it ready for the grand opening next week, he was spending his free time at Nicky and Steph's. At least a couple nights a week, and most weekends. Weekends were the hardest because he knew Monday morning he'd have to get up early, leave their warm bed, and head out to the bakery. At least Steph always sends me away with a smile. "I've been spending a lot of time with them. But I don't want to rush and they understand my hesitancy to move in with them." Even though they tried the most delightful way of persuading me over the weekend. Like an addict, I want more. He leaned his head back against the headrest and tried to remember by why he was taking it slow. "I'm trying to not make the same mistakes I made with Allison. I moved in with her before I even knew her and look what it got me..."
Davis glanced at him out of the corner of his eye before gluing his eyes to the road. "Allison was a bitch..."
"And now she's become somebody else's bitch..." Zeb drummed his fingers on the arm rest. "Why don't you take me back home? Sir said something about them doing errands since I wasn't coming over." He looked out the passenger window as they drove through downtown. "Besides, I'd love to get out of this monkey suit." He tugged at the tight collar of his dress shirt. "But first, can we stop at Anette’s for a cone? I feel like celebrating a bit."
Davis slowed as they neared one of Napa's favorite ice cream places. "Sure, I'd say putting this behind you is a good reason to celebrate." A smile played around Davis's mouth, but Zeb wasn't about to try to figure what was going on in his lawyer's mind.
* * * *
Nicky paced back and forth next to the duck pond. Up the hill from where he was standing, he could see Ethan and Bella setting up the impromptu luncheon. His plan to offer their collar to Zeb, in one of Zeb's favorite places, seemed romantic at the time when he'd talked to Steph about it, but now he was more anxious than a groom on his wedding day. But dammit, he wanted their submissive here now. Turning, he paced back towards the bench where Zeb liked to sit when feeding the ducks. Where the hell was he? Davis had promised to bring Zeb back here after the court hearing.
"You need to stop, Nicky. You're giving me a headache with all your pacing." Steph, wearing a lovely V-necked lightweight sweater and slim legged jeans due to the cooling autumn weather, was sitting on the bench, one leg crossed over another. At her neck, the ever-present woven black collar with silver accents and triskallion hanging from it, was a stark reminder of her place in his life. She patted the bench next to her. "Come sit down here with me before I have to drag you out on the dock and remind you why you keep me around.” She licked her lips and gave a pointed glance at his groin.
Sinking down next to her with a sigh, he lifted her hand to his lips. "Damn, I don't know what I'd do without you, cara mia."
"Good thing you'll never have to find out," she sassed. "I love you and we're going to collar our man today. Even if I have to distract my sexy Master from his nerves by sucking him off." Her eyes twinkled. "What do you think Sexy would do if he came down the hill to find me on my knees, pleasuring you?"
Nicky hissed as her free hand stroked him through his leathers.
"Do you think he'd join in like he did the last time, or stand there and eat us up with hungry eyes as I pleasure you?"
He groaned. With Zeb, there were times their sub could go either way. He usually waited to be ordered to join in the pleasuring, but he was getting better at asking for what he wanted, as a recent out of town trip for Steph as she handled a difficult client had proved. When Zeb had come over for what welcome home dinner for Steph and found his Ma'am on her knees, her head bobbing up and down over Nicky's lap, he'd been behind Steph, stripping her of her jeans and burying his face in her pussy before Nicky could even suggest the man join them.
"Little minx, reminding me of how Zeb ate your pussy while you coaxed a huge load out of me isn't nice, Ms. McKeown. This is supposed to be a revered ceremony where we show Zeb just how much we cherish his submission, not a..."
"And it will be, my romantic Master." She placed her fingers on his lips. "Everything’ll be perfect." She leaned in to kiss him, but was interrupted by the sound of Davis's SUV pulling up. They both looked up towards the parking area, but with their positioning neither could see anything.
"Damn, he's here." Nicky rubbed his palms on his thighs.
"Good." She stood. "Go get in position." She urged him up and pushed him towards the spot they'd picked earlier. It was the same one where they always fed the ducks. As he positioned himself so they could easily be seen from the house, Steph dropped to her knees on his right. Now all they had to do was wait.
* * * *
Zeb licked at his rapidly melting double scoop of vanilla ice cone as he entered the house. The cold creamy mixture against his tongue was delicious. Not as delicious as his Sir and Ma’am though. Kicking off his shoes, he headed towards his room, thinking of changing out of the suit he’d worn to court this morning. Behind him, Davis hung his keys on the hook by the door.
“Why don’t you go change while I see what’s up with Bella and Ethan?” Davis shed his suit jacket and rolled up his cuffs before loosening his tie and unbuttoning his collar.
Zeb nodded. “Yeah, sounds like a good idea. I’ll change out of this suit and maybe try Nicky.”
Davis shifted a bit. “Well, I called Ethan earlier to let him know the verdict. He’s as happy as you about the outcome, so he called and invited Steph and Nicky out for a cookout to celebrate. I wouldn’t be surprised if they show up before you get finished changing.” Davis leaned in. “But it’s supposed to be a surprise, so act surprised when you see them.”
Zeb’s heart jumped. “Damn, okay. I need to shower.” He rushed into his room, stripping off his suit, nearly tearing buttons off his silk shirt. After a long day at the bakery and then sitting in a stifling courtroo
m, a hot shower was in order. He wasn’t going to his Sir or Ma’am reeking.
Ten minutes later, he stepped out of the shower, feeling refreshed. Drying off, he slipped on jeans and faded rock band t-shirt before shoving his feet into a pair of deck shoes. Running his hand through his damp hair, he slipped out of his room and headed towards the kitchen. Once there, he inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of the grill. Opening the fridge, he grabbed a bottle of water, moving towards the sliding glass doors.
On the deck, Davis was talking with Ethan while Bella was setting the table, but that wasn’t what caught his attention. It was the squawk of the ducks and the two figures standing at the water’s edge. Nicky’s bronze hair shone from the sunshine bouncing off the pond as his hand touched the bent head of the person next to him. At his feet, Stephanie knelt, her hands folded behind her body. He could see her submission in every curved line of her body.
When he stepped out on the deck, Ethan and Davis fell quiet. Only Bella, who’d been in the process of pouring several glasses of lemonade, approached him. She placed a hand on his arm. “They’ve been waiting for you.”
Zeb glanced down at the hand on his arm, then into her eyes. Somehow he doubted she was referring to the fact they’d recently arrived. And he was right when she lifted onto her toes to brush a kiss across his cheek. “Go to them.”
He nodded, slowly making his way down the steps and onto the lawn. It seemed to take forever, yet at the same time, so fast he felt like he’d only taken a few steps. Coming to a stop in front of Nicky, he couldn’t help but stare. He wore a pair of indecently tight leather pants and a soft cotton shirt with three quarter sleeves. The dark, intense look in his Sir’s eyes was enough to make his heart pound loudly. Stopping in front of him, Zeb waited for Nicky to address him. When he continued to stare down at him, Zeb shifted. “Sir?”
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