“God, our little sub begs well,” Dylan crowed.
“That she does. Let’s give our pet what she wants.” Peter forced his cock back in her mouth and started fucking as Dylan and Mathew started a brutal pace. Gone were their timed strokes. They were both fucking her at the same time.
“Please, Master, I need to come.” Her blood started to boil, and her mind was blank but for the feeling of pure pleasure coursing through her veins. Her whole body centered on what she was feeling. Then finally exploding, every muscle clenched in a rhythm only some grand creator could orchestrate. Over and over again, her body convulsed. She heard in her subconscious the hollers around her, but she didn’t care. She felt at peace in a dimension of pure pleasure. Her body then sent her to the sweet depths of sleep.
* * * *
Opening her eyes, Mia couldn’t remember where she was. Panic raced through her as she felt a warm body behind her and another in front. Trying to ascertain what trouble she’d gotten herself into this time, she panicked for a second until the memories of the contract and last night with her bosses flooded her consciousness, and a smile spread across her face. She must have passed out during their play last night.
“Hmm! I wonder what you’re thinking that gives you that look on your face,” Mathew asked as he rolled onto his side, rubbing his morning hard-on against her hip.
“What look?” she replied with her best innocent expression.
“The one that looks like you’re the cat that swallowed the cream,” he replied
“Umm, cream all right.”
“You saucy little minx. Now get your ass out of bed and ready for work before I fuck you back into submission,” Mathew demanded with a chuckle.
“Is that supposed to motivate me into getting out of bed? Because I’m telling you, staying in bed seems like a great idea right now,” she replied with a yawn.
“Okay, I’ll try it another way. If you don’t get your ass out of bed, you won’t get any cock for the entire day.” Mathew laughed. Mia jumped out of the bed and, tripping on the sheet, rolled into Peter, who was still fast asleep.
“Hey, what’s going on?” Peter croaked.
“Nothing, I told our little slave if she didn’t get out of bed, she wasn’t getting cock for the entire day.”
Mia ran into Dylan as she headed to the bathroom, nearly spilling the coffee he had in his hand.
* * * *
“With you, my pet, life will never be boring,” Dylan added, laughing at the banter between her and Mathew. He had surprised himself with her pet name. It had just slipped out, although it fit her perfectly. He liked the thought of her being his pet, his pleasure pet. She really was a feisty but loving pet. Someone he could love and adore, but most of all take care of forever. Forever, where had that come from? No, this was just a six-month contract and nothing more. She was a convenient woman to service and care for them.
Mathew groaned. “God, I really don’t want to get up.”
“Me, either. I want to play with our new toy,” Peter sulked.
Dylan looked at his lovers lying in bed with their morning erections tenting the sheet that partially covered them. Why not have a little fun this morning? They all had busy days, but they could afford to lose an hour. “Pet, service me with your mouth.”
Mia stopped in her tracks and looked back at him. He could see the surprise on her face and the questions rolling through her mind. Last night had shown her what they wanted. Could she still deliver this morning as the sun blazed through the windows? He held her gaze until she looked down, showing her submission. Turning toward the bed, he saw Mathew watching him and saw a smile spread across his face. He could just imagine him saying, “Yes! Great idea, Master.”
“Be careful, Master. She’s a demon with that mouth.” Mathew chortled at the determined look on Mia’s face.
He watched as she moved toward him and kneeled. He knew what she was after, and he decided to let her. After licking and suckling, she took him deep into her throat and hummed. After a few minutes, she realized Dylan was no easy pushover. His staying power surprised her as she palmed his testicles and rolled them lightly in her hand. She swallowed around his cock, massaging it with her throat, and still he showed no sign of coming. Determination drove her to start thinking outside the box, and she tried massaging his perineum. His twitch told her she was on the right track. Taking it a step further, she brought her index finger up to her mouth as she licked at his cock, using this to hide that she was moistening her finger with saliva. She took him back into her mouth and started rimming his anus with her finger. She then pushed inside his first ring of muscle, trying to mimic what he had done to her last night. As she pushed her finger to the side, he nearly jumped away. Now she was on to something. This must be the mysterious prostate gland. She had heard once that a man could be milked just from stimulating the prostate gland. Using her free hand, she grabbed one of his ass cheeks to hold him still as she assaulted his prostate with her finger. Rubbing repeatedly, he stiffened in her arms and jerked as he spurted his cum deep into her mouth. She swallowed every last drop of the sweet taste of victory.
Chapter Thirteen
Dylan thought his head had actually exploded. He knew they’d been in a battle of wills when she’d started to rub his perineum. He’d had to switch from thinking about presidents to thinking about calculus, and when that failed him, he thought about the killing of baby ducks. When her finger breached his anus, he thought about his mother. When she hit his prostate, he couldn’t think about anything else but the feeling of what she was doing to him. Coming was all that mattered.
As his heart started to trot from its gallop and his legs confirmed he wouldn’t fall on his ass, he took a deep breath and returned to reality. So many thoughts rushed into his head. “Good, pet, you’re such a good girl,” he said, rubbing his hand over her face as she leant against his thigh. He saw her close her eyes and smile at his endearment. As strong as she was inside, she was just as fragile and needing of love as Peter. The very same Peter, who, at this moment, was on the bed on his hands and knees with Mathew’s cock buried in his ass. They had obviously gotten worked up over watching pet and what she was doing to him and couldn’t wait. He needed to inform his subs that they had as much access to Mia as they had with each other. He didn’t believe, as some Doms did, that their subs couldn’t play with each other alone. He was a firm believer in orgasm control. But he also knew if his subs played and bonded with each other, it would build a stronger family unit. That, in turn, would stop any bitching or fighting between them, or at least reduce it anyway.
“I’m not sure I covered this last night, my pet. You’re able to have sex with Mathew and Peter at any time. There’s no need to ask my permission. Remember that Mathew is also your Master.”
“So hold on. How does this work?” Mia asked, her eyes wide.
“Okay, short and sweet. Mathew and I can order you to have sex of any type, oral, vaginal, or anal. Also masturbation and body stimulation at any time we order you. You will comply without complaint or thought. Instant obedience, if you will.”
* * * *
Mia pulled herself away from his leg, scowling. She didn’t mind the thought of more mind-blowing sex. But not being able to say no, or just “I’m not in the mood,” well, that really bothered her.
“Before you get angry and earn yourself a spanking. If you’re medically unable to participate in sex, then of course, as good Masters, we would never expect you to engage with any one of us. In Peter’s case, he has the challenge of having to motivate and convince you to have sex with him. But he can try at any time unless he’s ordered not to,” Dylan said.
Mia looked over at Peter, and he winked. He really was so much fun and just so cute. She returned the wink.
“Now let’s all get dressed and get into the office. Tomorrow you start your training.”
Not sure exactly what her training would be, she moved off the bed, heading for the bathroom. She could worry ab
out what Dylan was going to be training her for and then stress about whether she would be good enough or not. Or she could put her head in the sand and not think about it until she was in the situation. She’d been doing the latter most of her life, so why change now?
It was strange to be sitting down for breakfast with her bosses with images from last night flashing through her mind. Okay, this wasn’t as strange as the things she’d actually done last night, granted. She laughed to herself. General conversation flowed around the table, and Mia sat back and watched the dynamics of each person and how they contributed to the conversation. It was weird how natural it was. How they all worked together and how they complimented each other.
For three people, or actually four if I include myself, to all meld together to make a family is an amazing thing. I can’t believe how happy I am.
“Mia, my pet, there are a few more rules I need to inform you of,” Dylan said.
She couldn’t believe her ears. Dylan couldn’t be serious. She looked toward Mathew and Peter, and they didn’t seem to be shocked at all. Not only was she told what her home duties were in regard to housework, she was also informed of her specified clothing requirements. Or better yet, lack of them. She really thought they were just excited last night when they told her she wouldn’t need clothing at home but apparently not. Dylan clearly stated that she was to wear nothing at home. Her work attire was also to be decided by them, and underwear was at their discretion. At first she was very put off, until Mathew, forever the diplomat, explained that she wasn’t to hide behind her baggy suits anymore at work.
“You’ve hidden that beautiful body from us for the past three years, and that is to stop from this day forward,” Mathew said.
“I know you might have a problem choosing to wear sexy clothing, Mia. So I’m commanding you to wear whatever Mathew chooses for you,” Dylan said.
Mathew left the table and returned a short time later carrying a dress bag. She swallowed and tried to breathe through her panic.
“Little sub, there’s no need to be worried. Do you trust your Masters?” he said.
“Yes, of course. It’s just...”
“I can’t wait to see you in this,” Mathew said, opening the garment bag.
* * * *
As Mia walked into reception toward her desk, she blushed, wondering if everyone would be able to tell what she’d done last night. She had never worn clothes this tight before, revealing yet still classy. Although, she had to admit the black wool suit with the thigh-high slit up the back, and gray silk button-down shirt, were perfect for her. The color of the shirt really accentuated her eyes. Luckily, the jacket covered her nipples, because all the sex in the past twenty-four hours had made them permanently pebble hard. The come fuck me heels that Mathew had selected were going to kill her, but they did make her feel sexy. Not that she needed to feel sexy, with those three men drooling over her day and night. The lack of underwear had shocked her. But Mathew promised during their commute into the office that he would take her shopping today for bras. When she reminded him she would need panties, too, all three of them had screamed in unison, “No.”
She actually giggled like a schoolgirl at the thought. It was strange to walk around without underwear. She felt naked, even though she was completely covered. She couldn’t help herself from continually smoothing her skirt over her ass, just to make sure it hadn’t risen up. Dylan threatened that if she continued doing it, he would use a waist restraint with cuffs to keep her hands at her sides. Having never seen one before, she was interested in it, but the thought of having to wear it at work with all the other staff terrified her. She knew Dylan wouldn’t think twice about having her walk around in discreet bondage gear.
He had even handed Mathew a list of items he wanted him to buy at a sex shop today. One of the items was a butterfly vibrator that she knew came with a G-string and pocket to hold it to the clit. There was no way she would choose to walk around with a butterfly vibrator buzzing against her clit via remote control. And the thought of actually walking around the office wearing the device terrified her even more, although it also made her pussy clench in need at the naughty thought. Yes, he would be technically torturing her. Although, trying to put a positive spin on it, and being the romantic she was, she thought it kind of nice.
Life had gone from rotten and unfair to amazing, all in twenty-four hours. Granted, she still wished she didn’t have to lose all her possessions. But if it meant she could feel like this forever, then it was worth it. Imagining the beautiful babies she could have with them made her sigh. Shit, babies, crap! She needed to hold on to reality. She couldn’t be thinking like that. As if a permanent foursome would work. Hell, they probably didn’t even want to have kids. How would that work anyway? How could a child be brought up in a household with three daddies? Imagine the teasing from the other kids at school. No, this was just some fun and a great adventure for her. It was a six-month contract and nothing more. But the niggling little voice in the back of her mind screamed. They went from a twosome to a threesome last year. How much harder could a foursome be? Having three daddies was better than having one alcoholic, abusive one. Kids teased each other over everything. They could work through it. Stop! Focus on work and take this one day at a time.
The morning had surprised her. She had spoken to more of the male staff members in the last three hours than she had in the past month. They had walked through reception as they always did and looked shocked when they saw her sitting behind her desk. Some had even done a double take, perhaps thinking she was new. Was it true? If she dressed to show off her body, men took more notice of her. She’d had more offers of help today than she’d had in the whole time she worked here. Richard from accounting, who’d never spoken to her with any type of respect before, had offered to get her a coffee. And Harry from sales offered to get her lunch on his way to the deli. At one point she’d had four people crowded around her desk. Dylan had walked past with his brows lifted, shaking his head until he had overhead Harry’s offer of lunch, and then she’d seen anger in his eyes, and his fists had clenched. She quickly smoothed it over and told everyone she had to get back to work. It felt so nice to have so much attention. Not that she would do anything about it. Three men were enough for any woman.
She looked at her watch. It was twenty minutes before her usual lunch break. Should she call Mathew, or would he be coming to get her? Damn, she really needed to focus on the practicalities. Five minutes later, Mathew came and sat on her desk and leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Time to go shopping, little sub. Grab all your things, as we are taking the rest of the day off. Dylan and Peter are going home early, as they have an afternoon of fun planned also.”
He looked more excited about going shopping than any man she’d ever known. Maybe it was his gay side or something. But that was stereotyping, and these men were not typical.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Hmm, I like that. From now on, you’ll call me Sir until we’re both ready for you to call me Master out loud. You must always think of me as Master, though.”
“Do you think Dylan would ever allow me to call you Master out loud?”
“Well, little sub, that’s for me to worry about. Now get your pretty little ass into gear. We have stores to visit and plastic to torture.”
She burst out laughing. “Yes, Sir.” Grabbing her bag from under her desk, she stood and walked to Mathew, who took her arm and headed toward the door.
“And then we can torture you with the items we buy,” he said with a wink.
That stopped her in midstep, and she turned to face Mathew. He smiled back at her and chuckled. Leaning toward her, close enough for his lips to caress her ear, he whispered while nibbling lightly on her ear. “Come on, little sub. Everything’s going to be fine. You’re going to love it.”
She really hoped he was right. If it was anything like right now, she would love it.
Chapter Fourteen
Clothes shopping had been a load o
f fun. Mathew bought her nearly a whole wardrobe of clothes. He’d been demanding and dominant, but his cheeky playboy attitude made the experience fun. However, their next destination made her gulp. She’d always wanted to walk into a sex shop. Yes, she’d brought toys for herself. What modern woman didn’t buy a vibrator? But thanks to the Internet, she’d never had to walk into a physical shop. Somehow she expected it to be dark and dingy, not the brightly lit, modern store she was standing in. Mathew picked up a hand basket and walked over to a wall display of butt plugs and vibrators. He picked up a bright pink plug, putting it in the basket. He then picked up several vibrators, a glass dildo, nipple clamps, lubricants, edible oils, and heaps more. The basket was nearly full.
“Now, let’s get you to try on a few items, my sub,” Mathew said, smiling.
They walked over to the fetish gear, and he began sifting through the racks, choosing things for her to try on. Once she was in the change room, he kept on bringing more and more items in for her to try. She didn’t even understand what half of them were. Her main concern was how on earth to get into some of them.
“You’ve tried on your last outfit, little sub. Now get dressed and stay in the change room until I return.”
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