“Green,” I whispered, making sure he understood I wanted everything they were willing to give me.
Master nodded, then brushed the head of his cock over my lips.
“Now be a good girl while we fill you with cum,” Justin rumbled.
My moans came roughly as they all began fucking me. It was an overwhelming sensation to have so many cocks inside me. I was stretched beyond capacity, my body feeling as though I was being pushed beyond my limits. To my surprise, Master pulled his cock out of my mouth but continued to stare down at me while I was fucked hard and fast.
“Fuck, she’s tight,” Justin groaned. “I do like this little ass.”
I moaned when someone’s thumb pressed against my clit. They started to rub the little nub until holding back became futile. My release built until the pressure was too much to contain. I screamed with the force of my orgasm, feeling Justin’s cock pulsing in my ass. Suddenly, there was less pressure as one of the cocks shifted out of my pussy as the other jerked inside me.
Strangely, I was hovering on the edge of another orgasm when that cock disappeared and another shoved inside. Then Master’s cock returned to my mouth and someone pounded my pussy while Master took his pleasure from my throat.
When both men cried out at the same time, I realized Master and Sir were both coming, which then triggered another orgasm, leaving me completely boneless, yet with a huge smile on my face.
I couldn’t lie, that was one fantasy I hadn’t seen playing out that way. But I certainly wouldn’t have changed a thing.
Fifteen
BY THE TIME NEW YEAR’S Eve rolled around, I was starting to go stir crazy. My apartment felt so small and I was desperate for something to do.
Although Master and Sir had taken me to their private island and showed me a world of interesting things I’d never experienced before, the fun hadn’t lasted forever. The day after Christmas, we returned home and they delivered me to my apartment. After a rather sweet good-bye, I closed the door behind them and was left to my own devices.
At first, the silence was deafening. Having spent so much time in the presence of others, I feared that being alone was going to drive me slowly out of my mind. Oddly enough, I had needed the solitude to get in touch with my own thoughts and feelings. The weekend had been incredible, but the overstimulation wasn’t something that I was used to.
While trying to get in touch with myself, I spent most of my time contemplating everything that had happened, alone with my thoughts. Fortunately, my four bosses mixed things up a bit, alternating between calling and texting throughout the six days since I’d seen them. It made me feel good that they were checking in on me.
Part of me had wanted to spend some time with Kristen, to force her to explain how she’d come into this lifestyle and how she had managed to keep it from me. Although grilling her sounded like a great plan, I had chickened out at the last minute. I wanted her to give me all the answers, but I was hesitant to talk to her about it. At least not until I could come to terms with it all myself. Maybe then it would make sense.
So, without my friends or family to pass the time with, I had counted down the minutes until the day came that I could go back to work. Unfortunately, there was still one more holiday before that would happen and I feared I would be ringing in the new year alone. Despite the fact that Kristen and I had made tentative plans, she had texted to let me know that something had come up at the last minute and they wouldn’t be going out.
I had just decided I would spend the evening watching Netflix and eating Ben & Jerry’s then going to bed before midnight when my phone chirped on the coffee table. At first, I thought it was my mother responding to my text from earlier when I’d asked her how the trip was and when they’d be home. It wasn’t my mother. She hadn’t responded.
But it was someone I had longed to hear from.
Master: Your presence is requested tonight.
I grinned, feeling giddy once again. I hadn’t expected to hear from him until we were back in the office.
Luci: At the risk of sounding lame, I do not have any other plans for the evening, so my presence could be arranged.
Master: I’m happy to hear that. In about twenty minutes, a car will arrive to pick you up and take you to the spa. We have scheduled you some time so you can relax and enjoy yourself. You don’t need to bring anything with you except for your cell phone.
Okay, so giddy was an understatement. As I read the text, I was standing up, bouncing on the balls of my feet.
Luci: I’ll be ready.
Master: Your masters look forward to seeing you this evening. Enjoy your afternoon, Luci.
Yep. I knew this was going to be a New Year’s to remember.
•
The limo arrived at my apartment a short time later, just as Master had said it would. I was also delivered to the spa without incident, where I spent a solid three hours being buffed and polished and utterly cared for. When the attendant arrived to remove the hot stones from my back, she informed me that I would be taken to a private villa, where I would be allowed to shower and get ready for my evening.
I was surprised to learn that I would not be going back to my apartment. I briefly panicked, thinking I wouldn’t be able to do my makeup and hair. That was critical for a night out, right? How was a girl to look her best if she couldn’t get to her makeup? I soon learned that wasn’t necessary.
After I took a long, hot shower in the beautifully decorated villa, then wrapped myself in a big fluffy robe, two ladies arrived to do my hair and makeup. They were extremely professional and paid close attention to every detail to the point I felt like a princess. Admittedly, I enjoyed all of the attention, not to mention how incredibly beautiful they made me. Before they left, I was given a large red box and told I could get dressed.
It took everything in me not to rip into the box like a kid on Christmas. I managed to untie the bow and opened the box to find an exquisite silky black gown, a black G-string and matching strapless bra, along with a pair of sexy, strappy heels. I fought the urge to cry as I got dressed, not wanting to ruin my makeup.
When I was finished, I stared at myself in the mirror. I had never looked more beautiful in my entire life.
My phone chirped and I found myself giggling, my hands trembling from my nerves mixed with excitement.
Sir: Are you ready?
Luci: Yes.
There was a knock on the door and my heart leapt into my throat as I made my way over. When I opened it, my eyes widened when I noticed Master and Sir standing there, wearing tuxedos and matching smiles.
I’d seen these men in everything from shorts to jeans to immaculate suits, but nothing prepared me to see Master and Sir all decked out in formalwear. The sight of them made my heart skip a beat or two.
“You look beautiful,” Sir said, his eyes scanning me from head to toe as he took my hand.
“Thank you.” I felt beautiful. More so with them looking at me the way they were.
Both men gave me a quick kiss, careful not to muss me up, which I appreciated. I felt like a princess and I wanted to look the part for a little while longer.
After Sir handed me a black clutch that matched the dress, I tossed my phone and my apartment key inside, along with the lipstick the woman had left me with. They escorted me out of the building and down to an awaiting limousine.
“May I ask where we’re going?”
“We’re attending a party tonight,” Master informed me. “But first, we’re taking you to dinner.”
I couldn’t help but feel cherished that they had invited me. It had been a pleasant surprise, one I would likely never forget. In fact, I was sure I would never forget a single moment spent with these two men. Not as long as I lived.
•
Dinner had been at a high-end restaurant where we dined on exquisite pasta and fine wine. The conversation had been light and enjoyable. Most of the time I reminisced about our time on the island while they watched me with amusement.
Afterward, we got back into the limo and headed for our final destination. I had no idea where we were going or what we were going to do when we got there, but it didn’t matter because I was with Master and Sir and they’d already made this a wonderful evening.
“The host of our party is TJ Arlington,” Master relayed as the car came to a stop at a red light.
Okay, so maybe it did matter.
My eyes widened and I suddenly felt a cold chill race down my spine. I did not want to be an ornament tonight. In fact, I would’ve preferred to go back to my apartment and watch Netflix and chill before I wanted to walk one foot behind my masters while keeping my eyes down and my mouth shut. I was just about to tell him that when he cupped my cheek.
“Tonight’s party is vanilla, pet. No ornaments, no naked submissives. We’re going to enjoy ourselves. Maybe dance a little, have some champagne, and ring in the new year with friends.”
Relief was instant, rushing out of my body on a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.
Master smirked. “We have been known to exist without bondage and discipline as the theme for the evening.”
I smiled. “Thank you, Master.”
“No, thank you, pet. Tonight is about the three of us spending time together and nothing more.”
Sir turned my head to face him. “However, I can guarantee you will be naked before the sun is up.”
I lifted one eyebrow, hoping he would enlighten me.
“We’ll be spending the night at the apartment tonight. And unless you would rather go home, we would like you to join us.”
“I would love to,” I blurted.
“Good.”
The limo came to a complete stop.
“Now let’s go inside, enjoy ourselves and bring in the new year together. Then we’ll go back to our apartment, strip you out of this sexy dress, and ravish you until you can’t breathe.”
Now that sounded like a fabulous plan.
The driver exited the limo first, coming around and opening the door. Sir climbed out, then held out his hand for me. I joined him and Master followed. Both men placed their hands on the small of my back and we headed inside. It was freezing, but they had thoughtfully brought a wrap that helped to ward off some of the chill. Thankfully, the walk to the front door only took a minute and then we were ushered into the warmth of TJ’s house.
This time I got to look around, taking it all in, admiring the art that decorated the walls, the exquisite fixtures, the high-end everything. The house truly was a mansion fit for a king.
Speaking of king…
“I am so glad you could join us tonight,” TJ Arlington greeted the three of us with a genuine smile.
“You look lovely, Miss Wagner.”
I smiled. “Thank you, Master Arlington.”
“Oh, no,” he said with a grin. “Please call me TJ tonight.” He glanced at Master and Sir. “I’ve been told I’ve forgotten the meaning of vanilla, so I’m going out of my way to prove everyone wrong tonight.”
Master and Sir both laughed.
“Anything you need, one of my attendants can bring you.” He lowered his voice slightly. “And if you’re interested in ditching the vanilla, the dungeon is open.”
“Of course it is,” Master said with a smirk. “Couldn’t go straight vanilla, could you?”
“Absolutely not. Unless it’s the flavor of my vodka, vanilla bores me.” The twinkle in the man’s eye made me grin. “Anyway, I hope you have a lovely evening. I’m sure you’ll know quite a few people here. I took your advice and invited other members of the club. It was my attempt to get to know them better.”
I had yet to know what club it was they were all members of, but I soon learned that most of the people who had come out to the island were in attendance tonight. Including Kristen.
“Luci, I’m so glad you’re here,” she greeted me with a hug. “It about killed me to have to back out on you tonight.” She glared at Sir. “But I was asked to keep my mouth shut. Which, as you know, isn’t easy for me to do.”
Well, that certainly explained something coming up that had thwarted Kristen’s plans.
“I forgive you,” I told her. How could I not when I got to spend the evening with Master and Sir?
“We appreciate your discretion,” Sir said, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. “We wanted to be the ones to invite her out tonight and we wanted it to be a surprise.”
My heart swelled in my chest at the knowledge.
Kristen huffed. “Doms. They can be such a pain in a girl’s ass.”
That made several people laugh, including Master and Sir.
“Come on, let us show you around,” Sir said, guiding me away from Kristen. He called out to her over his shoulder. “You’ll have time with her later, Kristen. Tonight she’s ours.”
Kristen winked as I was ushered away and led directly to a huge ballroom on the second floor. It didn’t look like it belonged in a house, that was for sure. They had spared no expense with the decorations and there were dozens of people dancing in the center of the room.
“Care to dance?” Master asked, holding out his hand.
I glanced up at him, feeling my cheeks heat. “I don’t know how to dance.” I hated admitting that, but I didn’t want to embarrass him.
“Let me lead and you’ll be fine.”
I would let this man lead me anywhere, so I took his hand and as he led me to the dance floor, I fell in love just a little more.
Sixteen
AFTER I DANCED WITH MASTER, Sir cut in and took my hand.
“I had absolutely no idea the two of you could dance so well,” I said, slightly breathless from my dance with Master.
“There are some things we don’t like to brag about.”
I couldn’t help but laugh.
We took a few more spins around the floor, weaving between other couples who were doing the same before we headed toward a table covered in white linen and decorated with beautiful white roses.
Sir had pulled the chair out for me and I was about to sit when I heard a familiar voice calling my name from behind me. I turned to see Jordan and his boyfriend moving my way.
“Fancy seeing you here,” he teased with a huge grin on his face.
“Jordan,” I said in a rush of breath. It was so good to see him. As it was, I’d been looking forward to going back to work just so we could have lunch together.
“Would you gentlemen mind if I steal your girl for a few minutes? I promise to return her after one dance.”
I glanced over, noticing Master and Sir were both smiling. Master offered a curt nod and Jordan then led me back in the direction I’d just come from.
“As always, you look absolutely gorgeous,” he said as he placed one hand on my hip, my hand curling over his other hand.
“You don’t look too shabby yourself.”
“This old thing?”
“This old thing” was a finely tailored tuxedo that made him look like a million dollars. I could only imagine what his closet looked like.
“So, I take it you’re a member of the club?” I was unable to keep the question from coming out.
Jordan smiled, flashing white teeth. “I am.”
“What’s it like? This club?” I was more than a little curious.
He stared back at me. “I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.”
“Top secret, huh?”
“Actually, it is. Well, not so much top secret as it is discreet. Unfortunately, I can’t tell you much of anything about it, but I figure you’ll get to see it for yourself one day.”
I wasn’t so sure of that. After all, we were going back to work the day after tomorrow, and I figured at that point things would get back to normal. And by normal, I meant that I would be spending more time with my bosses in the office and less out of it. I knew that these past two weeks had been a fluke. They were being kind to me, ensuring I wasn’t spending all my time alone.
Don’t get me wrong, I
truly appreciated it. I enjoyed spending time with them outside of the office, but I wasn’t naïve enough to believe that this was a forever sort of thing. Master and Sir weren’t falling in love with me and they weren’t going to whisk the princess away at midnight and make all her dreams come true.
Sure, they would probably make quite a few come true. Dreams I hadn’t even known I had until I met them. Most of them would involve me being naked, I was sure.
“One of these days, I want you to come to my place for dinner. Dale keeps asking about you.”
I smiled, glancing over at our table to see Dale conversing with Master and Sir like they were old friends. Perhaps they were. If they were all members of some club, then I was sure they’d spent some time together.
I turned my attention back to Jordan. “Why didn’t you tell me that you were a Dom?”
“Would you have known what that meant?” he countered.
“No, probably not. Not until recently anyway.”
“Sometimes, it’s best to learn from experience, kiddo.”
I didn’t know about all that. Sure, I understood what he was trying to say, but it would’ve made things a lot easier if he’d come out and said, “Hey, I know exactly what you’re going through. Let’s chat.”
And I was probably being unfair to Jordan. It wasn’t his place to school me on Domination and submission, but I couldn’t deny that finding out two of my closest friends were in the lifestyle and I never knew still bothered me.
The song ended and Jordan paused in the middle of the floor.
“Thank you for the dance, kind sir,” I told him sweetly.
“And thank you, fair maiden.”
I giggled. God, I had missed Jordan so much. I couldn’t wait for our next lunch date. I wanted to get as much information from him as I possibly could.
•
The night flew by as we chatted with people, some I knew, some I didn’t. It was lively and fun and everyone seemed to be having a good time. As promised, it was kept completely vanilla, even during the countdown to the new year, when Master and Sir took me out on the heated veranda and we watched a fireworks display at the stroke of midnight.
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