Analise's Journey, Bundle (Doms of Chicago Serial Spin Off)

by Trace, Dakota

  “Analise, look at me.” He crouched down before her. “Before I do this, we need a few rules. For your safety.”

  Her green eyes slowly focused on him. “Safety?” She whispered.

  “Yes. You’ll have a safeword. If at any time Master or I want something you absolutely refuse to do, your safeword will call halt to everything.”

  She nodded. “Calling red means stop”

  Relief she understood at least the basics of safety protocol flowed through him. “Yes, that is a standard stop safeword and for today will work fine. You can pick a personal one later.” He rubbed her thighs with his hands. “Do you understand levels as well?”

  She licked her lips. “Green for good, yellow for slowdown, and red for stop - like a stoplight.”

  “Very good, so if I ask you what level you’re at…”

  “Green.” She panted as Master’s hands cupped her breasts. It seemed he wasn’t the only one who was impatient.

  “Good.” Then without waiting any longer, he reached up under her dress to snag her panties. As his fingers caught the edge of them, a growl from his Master had him freezing. He looked up Analise’s body to Liam. “Master?”

  “The honorific.” He growled, and Grim wanted to slap his own head for his stupidity. His Master always demanded to be called by his title during the scene. It reminded Grim who he was at all times. They’d decided that instead of calling Grim ‘Master’, that ‘Sir’ would work better. There would be less confusion during a scene for Analise.

  “Analise, during times like this, Master requires honorifics. Do you understand what that is?”

  Showing what a smart cookie she was, she answered softly. “Like Master or Sir?”

  “Very good, piccola. For today, until we release you, I’ll be Master and Grim will be Sir. Understand?”

  “Yes, Master.” She nodded, squirming on Liam’s lap.

  “Be still.” Liam’s command had her stilling on his lap.

  “Continue, inamorato.”

  Easing her lacy thong down her thighs, Grim tugged them over her knees, pressing a kiss against the inside of her knee. He wanted to rush but he forced himself to be patient, to remember she wasn’t as experienced in the lifestyle as her knowledge suggested.

  “Sir….” Her plea was like molten wax being poured down his back. He jerked the panties the rest of the way down, and tried to bury his face in her pussy.

  “Whoa, slow down, slave.” Master’s command barely registered, but his hand buried in Grim’s hair did. He froze, her scent teasing his nose. “Let’s open her up a bit, shall we?”

  Drawing back, he waited for Master to arrange Analise’s legs, once he’d freed them from her panties. Handing the damp panties to Master, he guided her lower limbs into place. When he had her the way he wanted her, her legs were over the arms of the chair, her skirt hiked up to her waist, and her pretty bare pussy exposed to his gaze. He muffled his groan at the sight before making eye contact with Analise.

  “Comfy, Analise?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She tipped her head back as Master’s hands returned to her breasts, tweaking their tips as he nuzzled the top of her head.

  “Go ahead, Slave, give the lady what she needs.”

  Permission granted, he dove in with gusto, spearing his tongue inside her bare folds, searching for her little nub. When he found it, she squealed out, the sound abruptly cut off. Rolling his eyes up, he saw that Master had once again been ingenious and stuffed Analise’s panties into her mouth. The rawness of the act, stroked his desire higher. He couldn’t believe Master had actually gagged her. What about her being able to safeword? But Liam put him at ease with his words.

  “Go ahead, she can spit them out if she needs to safeword. They are just there to muffle her sounds.”

  Rumbling his approval against her skin, he dipped his tongue inside her, loving the slightly tangy taste of herm and the texture of her wet flesh against his tongue. He had a feeling she could end up being addictive, if he wasn’t careful. But at this moment he couldn’t care less. He needed more of her. Delving deeper, he searched for more of her taste, barely aware of her hands coming to rest on his head as if to guide him. He growled in his throat. If it had been his Master’s hands, he’d have allowed it, but for some reason her direction felt wrong. He’d give her pleasure but when he decided. Lifting his head, he licked his lips before pinning her with his gaze. He wrapped her hands around the arms of the chair. “Keep ‘em there or I’ll have Master restrain you, Analise.”

  She panted, her face flushed, and her breasts exposed as Liam continued to toy and flick the tips of her nipples. Sometime while he’d been feasting Master had not only unbuttoned her blouse, but managed to shove her bra about her breasts. He moved to taste them, but was stopped.

  “We don’t have time to linger, Grim. Give the girl some relief.”

  He groaned but did as ordered, only hoping that the opportunity to suck on her little raspberry hued nipples came again. Shifting one hand under her ass, he lifted her as he used his fingers on his other to hold her open to his mouth. He lapped, licked, and teased every inch of her before concentrating on the hard nub at the top of her lips. Flicking the end of his tongue over her clit, he rubbed faster and harder until her muffled screams filled the room. Then he heard the Master’s magic words.

  “Come for us, Analise. Show us how beautiful you are when pleasure claims you.”

  Under his tongue, she heaved up and her moisture spread as her release washed over her. Staying with her, he listened as Master praised her, as he continue suck on her clit, wanting to give her more until all she would think about was how well they pleased her, that she would agree without a protest to be theirs. As the flavor of her release grew stronger, he rubbed his cock through his slacks. He wanted to come so badly but without Master’s permission he couldn’t, so instead he searched out for more of her delicious juice. He groaned as he found more, thrusting his tongue deep inside her entrance. By the time she cried out for the third time, his Master’s jeans were damp with her release, and his lover had to order him to stop.

  “Enough, inamorato. We need to talk to her now.” The hands at his head this time were his Master’s. Reluctantly he gave up his prize, tearing his mouth away from her swollen pussy to look up at Liam. His Master looked just as hungry as he imagined he did. But this was about her pleasure, before getting her answer.

  “Yes, Master.” His voice was hoarse to his own ears, and by the look in Master’s eyes he was going to get quite the workout, as soon as Liam was able to get him alone. But first, they had to take care of her. He pressed a kiss to her knee, before slowly lowering her skirt back around her thighs.

  “You don’t know how hot that was to see you come on Grim’s tongue, Analise. If I had less restraint I’d have come with you.” Liam slowly buttoned her blouse. “But unfortunately, it looks like our discussion will have to wait ‘til tonight. There’s been someone rather insistently ringing your phone for the past few minutes.”

  Grim’s eyes widened. He’d been so consumed by her taste he hadn’t even heard the phone. “Fuck…”

  Liam shot him a sexy grin. “That we will, boy, when we get home. I ache like a son of a bitch, but first let’s get Analise all tucked back in so we don’t leave her thinking all we want is sex by leaving her in such a disarray.” He lifted Analise’s chin and covered her mouth with his. Grim watched as his Master passionately kissed the breath out of her. His own lips ached to feel Liam’s possession. No one kissed quite like his Master did.

  When Liam’s head lifted, he rubbed his thumb over her swollen lips. “Thank you for letting us pleasure you, piccola. We’ll pick you up at seven tonight. Dress casually.”

  “Seven?” Her eyes looked dazed from her pleasure. It gave Grim a surge of satisfaction to know he was partially responsible for putting the look on her face.

  “Yes, seven. We’re going to dine in at our home, where we’ll have privacy for our discussion.” Master lifted her off
his lap, stood stiffly and gently deposited her back into her chair. “Grim is a wonderful cook, and I’m sure he’ll be no different tonight. I’m sure I can talk him into making his famous chicken cacciatore.”

  One of her favorites too, they’d found out during their night at Andy’s. Well played Master, even if you’re going to have to stop on your way back home at the market to get everything I need.

  He began to mentally prepare the list, as Master dragged him out of the office without a kiss. Not that he was worried. He’d get to taste Analise’s lips tonight if luck was on his side. He couldn’t wait.

  Episode VI: The Possibilities and Uncertainties

  Part XI: The Possibilities

  Tossing his keys on the small stand next to the table, Grim called out for Liam. “Master?” It’d been a long day at the office. A million and one things needing his attention while his mind stubbornly refused to focus on anything. Anything but the taste and feel of Analise under his mouth and hands. It hadn’t helped that every time he’d crossed paths with her at work, her ivory skin had flushed a becoming pink and her gaze would dart down as she rushed past him. It had him itching for a repeat performance. But aware of their location and the possible damage to her career, he had kept his hands in his pockets.

  “In the kitchen, inamorato.”

  Following Liam’s voice, Grim entered the kitchen. On the counter Liam had stacked several of the dry ingredients he’d requested his Master pick up. He could only assume that the cold items were stored safely in the fridge, but when Liam turned with need burning in his dark eyes, all thoughts of food flew from his mind. His cock filled and he wanted — no, he needed to feel his Master’s hands on him.

  A slow frown creased Liam’s face. “Dressed still?”

  Grim reacted without thought, toeing off his shoes, unbuckling his belt and pants, and then unbuttoning enough buttons to jerk his dress shirt over his head only to have it get caught on his wrists. He made a distressed sound in his throat as he tugged helplessly, trapped in his own shirt.

  “Shhh.” Liam’s hands soothed over his chest, his fingers toying with Grim’s pierced nipples. “Stand still.”

  Grim ceased his struggles immediately, groaning softly when a sharp pinch to each nipple sent erotic pain through his extremities. “Please, Master.” He swayed towards the teasing fingers needing more than anything to get closer.

  “Step forward, slave.” The command had him stepping forward without hesitation. He’d follow his Master anywhere. A few moments later he felt the cool edge of the counter against his hips. “You’re in front the counter by the stove. Lift your hands, so I can loop them around the cabinet handles.”

  Obeying, he allowed Liam to use his shirt as a restraint, while his devious Master tied him to his own cabinets.

  “Beautiful.” The praise was followed by a press of lips between his shoulder blades. He shivered as the tormenting mouth slid lower, following the curvature of his spine. Hands loosened his slacks until they pooled at his feet, exposing his bare ass and cock to his Master. “You don’t know how much seeing her with you tempted me.” A moist tongue teased the small of his back before it rasped over the top swell of one buttock. “How hard it made me. I almost jerked off when I got home…”

  “You did…” Grim jerked at the touch of his Master’s inquisitive mouth at the top of his crease. Sensations nearly overloaded him as Liam parted his ass checks and blew on his opening. The brush off his Master’s goatee caused him to shiver. “….ah…Master…please.”

  A low rumbling growl as Liam lapped at his furled back door had Grim’s cock dripping. He had to be patient to wait for his Master to finish prepping him. Then he’ll fuck me. Dear Lord, please let him fuck me.

  “But I knew that wouldn’t be fair to you. Knowing you couldn’t come today, while at the office, kept my hands away from my dick, even though I thought I was going to have to take a cold shower.” With a final kiss to his anus, Grim felt Liam rise, then the familiar sound of the lube being opened echoed through the kitchen. “Because I didn’t want to come without you.”

  Grim hissed as two gel coated fingers pressed inside of him, opening him up for his Master.

  “But you don’t know how hard it was to resist the urge to fuck you as you ate her out?” The words were whispered against the side of his neck, as Liam pushed him forward, his Master kicking his legs as far apart as his pants would allow.

  “Master!” The word came out more like a moan than a plea, his mind filling with the idea of being filled at the same time as he ate out Analise. More than his brain was ready to explode, he was so close to the edge, all it would take was a simple command from his Master and he’d be painting the lower cupboards with his release.

  “You want to come don’t you, inamorato?” The blunt pressure against his ass as his Master slowly forged inside of him, overwhelmed him to the point he was barely able to answer.

  “Yes….Master!” Pleasure sizzled up his spine, as Liam bottomed out and nudged his prostate. His balls pulled up as Liam reached around to squeeze the base of his cock.

  “Not yet. Wait for me.” Liam sounded just as tormented as he began to move slowly, giving Grim the slow hard thrusts he loved. The same ones designed to drive him up the wall from wanting to come.

  “Yes, Master…” He panted, perspiration running down the side of his face.

  “God. So tight.” The heat off Liam’s body warmed him as he moved faster. “Gonna fill you full, Grim. Gonna give you everything I have.”

  Grim groaned, rocking back toward his Master, wanting him deeper and harder inside of him, offering him everything he had.

  “That’s it.” Grim didn’t need to see his Master’s face to hear the approval he knew would be there. “Push that ass out for me.”

  The sounds of their bodies slapping together, as they both worked towards their release was a potent aphrodisiac.

  “Fuck. Can’t hold it.” Liam’s hand stroked up and down Grim’s length, jacking him off as he pounded harder and harder against him. The only thing saving Grim’s hips from bruising on the counter top was his Master’s cushioning arm wedged between him and the hard surface. “Come for me, inamorato. I need to feel that tight ass squeezing down on me.”

  “Ahhh!” It was lightning hitting the base of his spine as Grim stiffened, his release barreling out of him like a freight train. He shouted, his balls spewing his load against the cabinets. Pleasure racked him even as he felt his Master struggling to find his own release. Tightening down harder on him, Grim tried to give Liam the extra pressure he needed to come. At times like this, when his Master waited too long, it was sometimes hard for him to finally release.

  “Oh, yeah, clamp down on me.” The nip of Liam’s teeth and scrape of his facial hair against his shoulder as his Master finally crested sent Grim even higher, until he felt like he was floating. He was barely aware of Liam’s shout of release and the warmth filling his backside. God, he loved this man, his Master.

  * * * *

  Standing under the spray of the hot water, Analise struggled to bring herself off. Every nerve ending was throbbing with the need to come, but no matter how much she rubbed her swollen clit or even pinched her hard nipples, she was stuck. Her body was strung tight until her need to orgasm was like a toothache. She wanted to scream out in frustration as her orgasm slipped away once more.

  “What the fuck did you do to me, Grim?” She wanted to curse and bring her torment down on his curly head. He’d done this to her, had shown her a pleasure she could have at his hands, but his decree that she could only come at either his command or Liam’s had tripped something inside her as far as her body was concerned. All she needed was a simple, ‘come for us, Analise’ and she would be gone. But no matter how much she tried to imagine it, she was stuck. Her fantasy wasn’t anywhere close to the reality. What the hell was wrong with her?

  Frustrated beyond belief, she wrenched the water off. Stepping out of the shower, she roughly dried her sk
in, uncaring if the towel pinkened her skin. Stomping out of the bathroom, she tossed the damp towel towards her hamper. She had less than an hour to finish getting ready before Grim or Liam picked her up. She’d originally hoped that would be long enough to take the edge off before dressing, but now she was under the impression that two hours wouldn’t have been long enough.

  Shoving her legs into a pair of leggings sans panties at Grim’s request, she continued to fume. The arousing text she’d gotten just before she’d left work, didn’t seem so arousing now. In fact, it pissed her off. She didn’t mind going sans panties, but this orgasm denial shit really sucked.

  KNOCK-KNOCK

  She glanced at the clock across the room on her bedside table. She still had thirty-eight minutes. Surely they wouldn’t show up that early.

  “Girl, let me in. I come bearing gifts.” The muffled sound of Lena did little to soothe her, but she wasn’t going to take her frustrations on out on her friend. Grabbing her robe, she shoved her arms into the garment hiding her breasts, before rushing to the door to let in a beaming Lena.

  “I got your text, Ani. And I stopped by one of my favorite places in the world, and picked up a sweet little ensemble for your date tonight with Liam and Grim. They will be blown away when they see you in this.” She rattled a black shopping bag before breezing into the apartment wearing a bright yellow jumper with white daisies and a sky blue top. Once again her hair was pulled up in a tumble of curls at the crown of her head. She looked much cooler than Analise currently felt.

  Even as she accepted the bag from Lena, she sighed. “You shouldn’t have. The mood I’m in at the moment I’d rather wear a full suit of armor than something that might please them.”

  Lena’s brow furrowed. “What happened? When I talked to you earlier you were on top of the world - especially after Grim went all Alpha on you at work.”