“Do you need anything else for now?”
“No,” I squeaked. “I think we’re good.”
“Your dessert should be out momentarily.”
“Thank you.”
That mischievous finger remained buried inside me, teasing me relentlessly. Based on the pressure on my right thigh, I was pretty sure it was Sir’s finger, but I couldn’t be sure because another finger began grazing my clit.
“There’s only one rule, pet.”
I locked eyes with Master as the finger on my clit began pressing insistently.
“I can’t come?”
He smiled, but it was a devilish grin. “Oh, you can come. But no one here can know. So if that’s what you choose to do, then I suggest you disguise it well.”
I wasn’t sure that was possible.
The waiter returned with the chocolate mousse. He set it directly in front of me and offered a quick smile before disappearing. I was pretty sure he knew what was taking place beneath the table.
“Eat up, sweetness,” Sir urged, his teeth nipping my ear. “Because when I get you home, I’m going to have my dessert.”
Swallowing hard, I silently willed him to tell me what that meant.
He kissed my neck. “I intend to have you sit on my face so I can lick this sweet pussy until I’ve had my fill.” As he spoke, he added another finger, pushing deeper into me. When he brushed my G-spot, I whimpered. In an effort to hide my reaction, I grabbed my spoon and took a bite.
I was grateful when they sat up as though nothing was happening. They continued to lean toward me, speaking softly, as though this was just a regular conversation. All the while, they were fingering me and teasing my clit to the point of distraction. At one point, I simply held the spoon up to my mouth, forgetting to take a bite until Master chuckled.
“Let us know when you’re finished,” he informed me. “That way I can take you out to the truck and get started on my dessert.”
Oh, heavens.
They were too much.
I pushed my half-eaten dessert away, then waved my hand for the waiter.
Sir laughed, sitting up straight as he instructed the waiter to bring the check.
Ten minutes later, we were in the truck. I was in the back seat with Master while Sir was driving.
“Lift up that skirt,” Master ordered as the truck was pulling out of the parking lot.
My body was on fire and I was desperate for attention. I didn’t balk at his request, hiking my skirt up.
“Turn on the light,” he ordered Sir.
The dome light came on, practically spotlighting my bare pussy.
Master placed his arm over the back of the seat behind my head.
“Let me watch while you tease yourself.”
Crap.
That wasn’t what I was hoping for. I needed to feel his touch. However, it was obvious he was purposely making me wait.
While I watched the cars move by us, I let my hand drift down between my legs. It didn’t even matter that someone could possibly see me. I began teasing my clit, working myself right back to the precipice they’d held me at in the restaurant.
“Don’t come,” Sir commanded from the front seat. “The rules have changed now that we’re on the way home.”
Damn it.
They were sadists, I was sure of it.
I did my best to tease myself slowly, but Master felt the need to pitch in. He used my own fingers against me, but never giving me enough. What should’ve been a quick drive home felt like an eternity.
Once we stepped into the house, Master picked me up. I had to wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist and hold on. He seemed to be moving with purpose as he strode through the kitchen and into the living room.
Sir wasn’t far behind.
When Master put me down, he instantly began tugging my clothes from my body. Sir did the same with his own and then Master disrobed. Within minutes, we were all three naked and Sir was lying on the sofa.
“Sit on my face,” he commanded roughly. “Let me taste that sweet pussy.”
There wasn’t an ounce of modesty left in me at that point. I simply needed to come, so I straddled Sir’s head, staring down at his face as he wrapped his arms around my thighs. His tongue rasped against my clit and I cried out.
Master stood in front of me, stroking his cock while I bucked on Sir’s face, trying to launch myself over. He held back just enough to keep me hanging by a fragile thread.
“Put my cock in your mouth,” Master demanded, his hand sliding into my hair.
I didn’t hesitate, leaning forward and taking Master’s thick cock into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around him, then allowed him to take over. He fucked my mouth, driving deep while holding my head in place. I whimpered and moaned as Sir tormented my pussy with his wicked tongue. I was on the verge of tears, desperate to come, when he finally, finally gave me what I needed.
As though they had choreographed it ahead of time, Master pulled his cock from my mouth while Sir shifted me off him. Then Master was lying flat on his back. He positioned me so that I was facing away from him, pulling me down onto his cock. He thrust up into me, making me cry out again. And this time, Sir used my mouth for his own pleasure.
I was lost to the sensations, overcome by the fierce need I could feel emanating from them. They needed me as badly as I needed them. And it wasn’t long before we all succumbed to our own desires, filling the room with our combined moans and groans until we collapsed in a heap.
The night certainly ended on a better note than it had started on.
Fifty-Two
THE CLUB SEEMED EVEN BUSIER than it had been the first time I was there. Everywhere I looked, there were people. They filled the sections of the main floor, some talking, some laughing, even a couple of Doms checking out the submissives in the holding area.
The music was even louder than I remembered it being.
That or I was simply enjoying myself more.
Yeah. That was probably it.
Before we left the house, Master and Sir had removed my silver collar and replaced it with a sexy lace one that had two locks on the back and a hook on the front. To my surprise, when we stepped inside the club, they had hooked a leash to it and kept one hand on it at all times.
I probably should’ve been appalled, but I wasn’t. In fact, it turned me on.
Granted, if they made me crawl around like a dog, I would probably have to have some words.
Tonight, I was wearing a sexy leather halter and a matching skirt that Sir had given me after we had showered together. I’d been surprised by his request, but when he insisted on washing my hair and my body, I hadn’t been able to come up with an excuse. And while he had finished in the shower, I had gotten out and Master had dressed me.
Needless to say, it was a side of them I’d never seen before. One that I happened to be quite fond of. Sure, they’d always been attentive, but tonight they had paid particular attention to taking care of me.
Rather than boots like last time, they had instructed me to leave my shoes at the front desk, which I did without question. It wasn’t until we got inside that I realized none of the submissives were wearing shoes. I figured it had to be some sort of theme.
While Master and Sir talked to people they knew, I followed behind them, the leash dangling from Master’s hand. People were looking my way and I wasn’t sure why. I figured it was likely due to the fact that I was collared by the two sexiest Doms in the place.
At least that was my reasoning. Truth was, I wasn’t worried about why they were looking at me. I was here for Master and Sir and that was all. Their rule for tonight had been simple: obey. It was all encompassing, but hey, I was up for a challenge.
As we made our way across the floor, I stopped when they stopped. It wasn’t until I heard a familiar voice that I peeked between them to see Kristen with her submissive. I was about to call out to her when I remembered the protocol. Here at the club, she wasn’t my friend. She
They spoke to her for a few minutes, then separated and moved me between them.
“Luci, say hello to your friend,” Sir instructed, placing his hand on the back of my neck.
“Hi.” It was hard, but I held back my excitement.
“Well, aren’t you looking lovely?” Kristen eyed my collar. I could see a hint of concern mixed with a genuine amount of happiness.
Yeah. We probably had some things to talk about. The last time we’d chatted had been the night Sir came over to punish me. I’d texted her to tell her that things were fine and that I wanted to see her, but we hadn’t had time to schedule anything. Now that she saw the collar, I was sure we’d be making that time really soon.
I wanted to squeal, but I kept myself in check.
Master pressed his lips against the side of my head. “Very good girl.”
His praise made my body hum.
“Will we be seeing you scene later?” Kristen asked, her question directed at Master and Sir.
“We’ll be in the dungeon tonight,” Sir informed her.
Kristen’s eyes met mine. “I look forward to watching.”
I offered her a smile but remained where I was. When Master and Sir began moving again, I walked with them.
“Master Ramsey,” Sir greeted, holding out his hand and shaking the Hollywood Dom’s hand.
Unlike last time and my impolite reaction, I kept my eyes down, my focus on Master and Sir. I was bound and determined I was not going to let them down tonight. The fact that I was wearing their collar meant something to me and I wanted to make them proud. Perhaps I wasn’t the most experienced submissive out there, but I knew what my masters expected of me.
“Glad to see you could come out tonight,” Master Ramsey said. “I see you’ve got…”
When he paused, I looked up and noticed he was eyeing my collar.
His smile widened and he held out his hand to Master, then Sir, shaking with them. “Congratulations.”
Apparently collaring a submissive was quite the reason to celebrate.
“I can’t necessarily say I’m surprised,” Master Ramsey joked. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you with a submissive. I’m happy to see one has finally captured you both.”
I think it was the other way around, but I wasn’t about to argue. The fact that I belonged to them, and them to me, wasn’t something I was going to dispute.
“Have a good night,” Master Ramsey concluded, then moved on to talk to someone else.
Master and Sir led me toward the stairs, stopping a couple more times to talk. By the time we were heading down the stairs, I was trembling with anxiety. I had no idea what they had planned for me tonight, but I was eager to find out.
When we reached the bottom floor, I realized there was a crowd gathered in the far corner. Master led me over there, with Sir not far behind. People seemed to move out of the way as Master strolled toward the front.
My surprise was back when I saw Jordan with his submissive. He was using the violet wand again and people were standing around in awe, including me. Although he was utilizing the same tool he’d used on the island, his scene was completely different. His submissive was naked and restrained to a St. Andrew’s cross. The blindfold covering his eyes likely made it all the more stimulating since he had no idea what his master was going to do next. I was quite fond of the blindfold, I could admit.
Master finally escorted me away from Jordan’s scene and into an empty alcove on the far side of the room. It was roped off, which I took to mean it had been reserved. There was nothing in the space to give away what Master and Sir intended to do to me, which only heightened my intrigue. I was eager to find out.
•
Thirty minutes later, Master and Sir had successfully removed my clothing and restrained me with my arms above my head and my legs spread wide. The position forced me to remain on my toes. I was naked and on display for anyone who cared to watch, but my attention was solely focused on them. For the first time, I was completely in the moment, not paying any mind to the people who were gathering around us. They didn’t matter.
And sure, it had taken months for me to understand, but now I could see exactly what Master and Sir had been teaching me along the way.
“Are you ready, pet?” Master crooned in my ear, his breath warm against my skin.
I shivered. “Yes, Master.”
“Do you know what we plan to do to you?” He placed a blindfold over my eyes, then secured it behind my head.
“No, Master.” I had absolutely no idea, but I trusted them.
Something grazed my back and my spine straightened.
“What do you think that is?” he asked.
“The flogger.”
“Very good, pet. Are you still eager?”
“Yes, Master.” I didn’t care what they did to me. I was looking forward to it because I knew they were going to give me every ounce of their attention.
I heard something buzz in front of me and I jerked in response.
Sir chuckled. “Do you know what this is?”
“It sounds like a vibrator, Sir.” On steroids.
“It’s a Hitachi,” Sir explained. “Also known as a magic wand.”
Something pressed against my mound, then it clicked on and I jerked again. The vibrations were in no way subtle. It made Big Red and the bullet vibrator seem like amateurs. Holy crap. It was intense.
“Tonight, sweetness, we plan to break you in right.”
I shivered again. His voice was raspy and deep, echoing through the space.
“Are you ready for us?”
“Yes, Sir,” I said, loud enough to be heard by anyone nearby.
“Very good.” He pressed his lips to mine.
Master’s voice came from somewhere behind me. “What is your safeword, pet?”
“Red, Master.”
“Do you have any questions?”
Only one. “Am I allowed to come, Master?”
Several people chuckled and I felt my ears heat from my embarrassment.
“Yes, sweet girl,” Sir confirmed. “You are allowed to come as many times as you’d like.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Swallowing hard, I remained still, my hands gripping the chain that dangled between the wrist cuffs. I focused on keeping my body straight in an effort to please my masters.
I waited for a few seconds, my body thrumming with excitement. However, nothing happened. I could still hear people talking at a distance. I even noticed the rustle of clothing around me, but no one touched me.
I was just about to call out when hands were suddenly behind my head, the blindfold being loosened. I frowned, worried I’d done something wrong and my masters weren’t pleased with me.
When the blindfold came down, that was when I saw them.
Master and Sir were each on one knee before me.
I stared down at them, confused.
“It’s no secret that Landon and I have spent a lifetime waiting for our perfect mate. For the woman who would complete us in every way. The submissive who would draw out our instincts and our need to control and protect. Never in a million years would we have expected for that beautiful, amazing creature to come to us.”
“But you did,” Sir said, seemingly picking up where Master left off. “You showed up in our office one day, eager and willing to please in ways you hadn’t even realized at the time. You stood there before us, so sweet, so beautiful that we instantly knew that you would belong to us.”
Master cleared his throat. “You took a journey that led all three of us to this moment, perhaps the only time you’ll see us on our knees.”
Several people chuckled and I smiled, tears filling my eyes.
Sir continued, “You honored us by accepting our collar, by giving us your heart and soul to go along with your submission, and we vow that we will never take that for granted for as long as we live. Along with our collar, we would like you to wear our ring.”
They both lifted one hand, each holding something out toward me.
“Luciana Wagner,” they said in unison, “will you do us the most incredible honor of being our wife?”
I nodded, choking back the happy tears that threatened. “Yes,” I whispered. “Absolutely, yes.”
And there I was, restrained and naked, staring at the most incredible men on the entire planet.
My Master.
My Sir.
My future husbands.
Fifty-Three
“I THINK I WAS MOST surprised to see Mel and King there,” I told Ben, giggling as the memory swamped me.
It had only been two days since Master and Sir surprised me with a very unconventional proposal at the club. I hadn’t been expecting it, but I wouldn’t trade that single moment for any. And to find out they’d been planning it, which was the very reason Kristen, Jordan, and Master and Sir’s parents had attended, had been the icing on the cake. I’d learned that they had even ensured that Master Ramsey would be in attendance.
“I wish we could’ve been there,” Ben told me, smiling down at me. “And trust me, it wasn’t easy when Landon requested our presence. Unfortunately, we had to stay there, so we had to turn him down.”
“I completely understand.” Although I wish they could’ve been there, too.
Ben had just arrived in the office a few minutes before. I was so happy to see that they were back. It could’ve been under better circumstances, sure. I had learned the sad news of Justin’s father’s passing last night. Master and Sir had felt the need to warn me, prior to coming into the office this morning. I was glad that they had. I didn’t know Justin’s father, but I had still cried for Justin.
The funeral would be held on Thursday, and we would all be attending. Until then, Justin had felt it necessary to come home so he could spend a little time focusing on work. I figured it was more of a distraction than anything. I couldn’t imagine the pain he was suffering.
“But I do have one question…” Ben cocked his head to the side. “Which one of them will you marry?”
Grinning, I shrugged. “We haven’t decided that yet. Since that’s merely a legality, I don’t know that it matters.”
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