by Becca Van
“Hold her still,” Gary said and then placed his mouth back in her honey-dripping cunt.
He flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit rapidly and smiled against her when she let out a small squeal and tried to shift away. Gary wrapped his arms around her upper thighs, which wedged his shoulders between her legs. He placed one hand on her pubic bone, and the other he splayed over her abdomen. Using the thumb of the hand on her pubis, he pulled the skin at the top of her slit taut, which made her engorged clit stand out even more. He laved it with his tongue.
He was aware of the squeals, whimpers, and sobs Emma made as he pleasured her, but he ignored them as he set about sending her over the edge into orgasm, comfortable in the fact that Jack and Tank wouldn’t let her move too much and hurt her back. While he tended to her pussy, Jack and Tank alternately kissed her mouth and sucked on her nipples.
Gary removed the hand on her belly and caressed her anus before moving up to her pussy. First he pushed one finger into her tight, wet heat and eased it in as far as he could. As he withdrew, he turned his finger pad up and searched out her G-spot. He gave it a caress as he licked her clit, and she screamed with pleasure. Her cunt rippled around his finger and then released as she thrust her hips up toward his face. When he withdrew nearly all the way, he added another finger and pushed both back inside her honey-coated sheath, thrusting them in and out until she was on the very edge of climax. Then he changed his rhythm. Instead of pumping his fingers in and out of her cunt, he made little circles, making sure the pads of his fingers caressed across her G-spot. Gary counted in his head wondering if he would make it to five.
One, two, three…
She screamed the house down. Her vagina clenched and released around his fingers so hard, he wanted to bury his cock in her sweet little pussy and feel her sopping sheath squeezing him. He continued stroking over her hot spot and sucked her clit into his mouth, sending her over the edge again. His little sub didn’t scream this time. She gasped and whimpered as if she had no breath left in her lungs, her body shaking and shuddering until she finally flopped back on the bed, totally replete and supine.
Gary withdrew his fingers from her vagina and licked up all her honey. When he was done, he lifted his head to stare at his beautiful little sub. Her cheeks were still pink from her climactic high, and her chest rose and fell rapidly as she gained her breath back while Jack and Tank soothed her with caresses to her arms and belly. She had closed her eyes, and he needed to see her.
“Open your eyes, Emma,” Gary commanded, his voice deeper and more gravelly than usual with his arousal. He just hoped Emma wouldn’t be frightened by the lust even he could hear in his own voice.
Her eyelids lifted, and he stared into her eyes, hazy with passion. He had never seen a more beautiful sight.
“That was so fucking hot. I can’t wait to taste your little pussy, darlin’.” Tank kissed her shoulder.
“I can’t wait to sink into that pretty cunt from behind while I spank that gorgeous ass,” Jack declared in a husky voice.
Emma threw an arm over her eyes and her cheeks went bright red. “Oh my God! I can’t believe I let you do that.”
“There is no need to be embarrassed, baby. You want us as much as we want you. Now, roll over so Jack can look at your back.” Gary placed a hand on her hip and gently pushed her onto her side so she was facing Tank and with her back to Jack. The ends of the waterproof bandages had curled over, so they would need to be replaced.
Tank got off the bed and walked toward the bathroom. When he came back in, he was dressed and had the large first-aid kit from under the vanity as well as a damp washcloth. He placed the kit on the bed within Jack’s reach and then he lifted one of Emma’s legs and wiped her clean. When she protested and tried to move, Jack growled at her. “Don’t move. I don’t want to hurt you, sweetie.”
When he was done, Tank and Gary watched as Jack removed the bandages.
“These are looking a lot better, Emma. I think it would be best to leave the bandages off for now. You can wear one of my T-shirts, which should be loose enough not to hurt you. Another couple of days and the wounds will nearly be gone.” Jack finished up and helped Emma up off the bed. Tank had already retrieved a T-shirt, and Emma put it on.
“Okay, let’s go downstairs and get some lunch. While we’re eating we’ll go over the rules.”
She looked up at him, blinking in surprise as he took her hand. “The rules?” she repeated.
“If you want us to train you, you’d need to understand what we’ll ask of you.”
“Train?” she squeaked. “But I don’t know—I’m not—”
Jack soothed her with a touch to her shoulder. “Let us explain first, and then you can decide. That’s why we want to tell you the rules.”
Gary all but saw her gather her courage. “Okay.”
Gary led her from the room. Once in the kitchen he seated her at the table while he, Jack, and Tank saw to the food. Jack cooked the steaks while Tank got out a jug of sweet tea and glasses and brewed some coffee.
Once everything was ready and the coffeepot was full, the three men brought everything over to the table.
Gary placed a large steak on Emma’s plate before putting it in front of her while Jack poured her coffee and added milk, just the way she liked it.
“Look, guys, I really think I should just head back home. I don’t belong here and I need to get back to work.”
Gary looked at Tank and Jack and saw the fear in their eyes. His gut was churning at her leaving before they had a chance to court her. He knew that if they let her go then their chance with her would be at an end, and that was something he couldn’t live with. Nor was the fact that she would be in even more danger with Mitchell still at large.
“No,” Gary stated with no inflection. Emma glared at him, but when he didn’t bow to her play at dominance, she looked away. “Your life is in danger. I’ve already told you your boss doesn’t expect you back at work until we’ve caught Mitchell. And what do you mean you don’t belong here?”
“I live in a one-bedroom efficiency on the poor side of town. I don’t belong in this neighborhood.” Emma looked around the kitchen. Gary knew what she was seeing. The large, gourmet kitchen with state-of-the-art appliances. The quality tiles on the floor. The polished furniture in the dining room. “You guys are obviously comfortable financially.” She swallowed audibly, looking anywhere but them.
“So you judge people by their material acquisitions?” Jack asked.
When she pushed her shoulders back and lifted her head, Gary knew she had found some of that internal fire. “What? No! How can you even ask me…I’m sorry, that didn’t come out the way I meant it to.”
“Yes it did. You don’t feel comfortable because we have a nice house and things. You think we are too good for you, don’t you, little one?”
Emma didn’t answer Tank. She looked away and shrugged her shoulders.
“We aren’t rich, Emma,” Jack said and scrubbed his hand over his face. “Look at this from our point of view. We are three men with careers who happen to be best friends. Since we’ve known for quite a while that we wanted to share a woman, it only seemed natural that we pool our resources. We have three incomes coming into this house, so yes, we may have more money than some people. We don’t judge you for how much you earn or where you live.”
Emma frowned and lowered her eyelashes. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t judging you. It’s just that…I’m not used to being around nice things.”
“Will us having more material things than you affect the way you feel about us?” Jack asked.
“No!”
“Then I don’t see how it should matter.”
“It doesn’t. Sorry.”
“Eat, Emma.” Gary pointed toward her plate where her lunch sat untouched. “When we’ve finished, we’ll talk more.”
Jack began talking about the new equipment that was scheduled to be delivered to the hospital over the next couple of days. G
ary knew his friend was taking their attention from Emma, and even though they all kept an eye on her as she ate, the tension left her shoulders now they were talking about everyday things. When she’d finished her salad and half the steak, she pushed the plate away and picked up her coffee. Gary knew she eaten her fill. It was time to explain their rules to her.
“Now you know we are Dominants, and you are a sub, one whom we’d like to have a relationship with. If you want to be our submissive, you need to know the rules.” Gary held up his hand when Emma opened her mouth. “No, don’t talk, just listen. When we’re done explaining, you can ask your questions. Okay?”
“All right,” Emma sighed and then waited expectantly.
“When we give you a command, we expect to be obeyed, and you are to answer whoever gave the order with ‘Yes, Master.’ We don’t want you arguing or griping because you don’t think you’d like what we want you to do. A good Dom will always push his sub’s boundaries. You may think you don’t want to do something, but we want you to try at least once.
“We would never do anything to cause you pain, but a Dom gives his sub what she needs. If he thinks a spanking is warranted, then he will spank her. But there is a difference between true pain and erotic pain. The slap of a hand or paddle on a sub’s ass can drive her arousal higher than just plain vanilla sex and foreplay. In a scene a sub gives up all control to her Dom.”
He noticed that her breathing had increased. Wide-eyed, she looked to Jack as he continued.
“We will tie you up and strap you down so you can’t move, and then we will make you come over and over again. And when you don’t think you’ll be able to come again, we will wring one more out of you and then fuck you until you scream with pleasure.” Jack glanced at Tank.
“Have you ever had anal sex, darlin’?” Tank asked.
“No,” Emma answered and shifted in her seat. Gary looked down at her chest and saw that her nipples had just peaked into hard little buds. It seemed their little sub wasn’t averse to anal play or sex. In fact, her body looked downright eager for it.
“The thought of having a cock up your ass excites you, doesn’t it, Emma?” Gary asked, lifting his eyes to connect with hers.
“No.”
“Don’t you dare lie to me,” Gary said in his cold Dom voice. He hid his smirk of satisfaction when Emma crossed her arms over her chest. He’d just bet that those hard nipples were throbbing for attention, and he watched as she moved her arm sideways as if trying to appease their ache.
“We’ve already told you that we would never hurt you.”
“Your safety is the most important thing,” Gary said. “You’ll have a safe word. And of course, we’ll make sure that asshole Andrew Mitchell can’t get near you.”
Whether or not she agreed to a relationship, he wasn’t about to relent when it came to her staying here with them. The need to protect her was paramount.
Though he wasn’t about to mention it now, Gary had a bad feeling about what Mitchell was doing. It seemed the asshole had vanished from the face of the Earth. There had been no cash withdrawals from his bank account and no purchases on any of his credit cards.
He was worried that Mitchell would bide his time until he could get his hands on Emma, once more. As far as Gary was concerned, that wouldn’t happen, even if he had to give his life to prevent her from ever having to suffer at that fucker’s hands again.
Emma had enough on her mind at the moment without thinking about Mitchell, though. Gary watched her lick her lips nervously. In a soft voice, she asked, “Will you make love with me again?”
There was nothing Gary wanted more. She had barely sampled what lovemaking would be like with him and his friends. But looking at the way she huddled in her chair, keeping her injured back from the wooden rungs, he knew it was too soon. They probably shouldn't even have touched her today, but Gary’s brain had traveled south the moment he’d seen her gorgeous, sexy, naked body.
He didn’t regret showing her what pleasure was like. His dick was still throbbing just from the memory of having her spread out on the bed. But he recognized now that they had to move slowly or she might try to run from them. “You’re not ready.” He held up a hand again when she opened her mouth to protest. He was pleased when she quieted at once. “You need to be trained first,” he told her.
“You might like it, darlin,” Tank said. “There’s nothing in the world you have to worry about when you’re with us.”
Jack touched her hand again. “The training will be good for you, sweetie,” he said.
Gary agreed. The structure of training would give her a way to process everything that had happened to her with Mitchell. If Emma was the submissive he believed she was, then she would feel truly safe when she let them take control. It would free her as nothing else in the world could after that abusive bastard’s actions.
“You’ll be under our power in every way,” Gary said. He saw Emma tremble as the uncertainty in her eyes gave way to curiosity and desire. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
Someday you’ll be ours, little one. She was in their home, but that was only the first step. Now he just wanted her in his bed, by his side, and in his life. Permanently.
“Then let’s get started,” Gary said.
Chapter Seven
Emma dove into the water, delighting in its cool silkiness. She kicked the bottom of the pool and surfaced, smoothing her hair back from her face. It was a warm day for spring, and the sun had come out. The thought of cooling off while exercising had become very appealing, and not just because of the weather. Emma needed to expend some of her pent-up energy.
She started swimming laps, trying to focus on the feel of the water and not her frustrations. Whenever her mind was idle, though, it went back to her training sessions.
Training was nothing like she’d expected. She had to address each of the men properly, undress properly, stand and sit properly. Though she didn’t understand why she enjoyed their attention, she did. It gave her a warm, fuzzy feeling to know she had pleased them. Whenever one of them told her to assume the “slave position,” she felt as if her cares seemed inconsequential. To Emma that was a dangerous thing, but again and again she found herself obeying their every command.
Her frustration had nothing to do with training. Since the first night in their home, the three men hadn’t touched her in a sexual way and Emma had no idea why. It wasn’t that they weren’t sexually attracted to her or that her presence when they were ordering her about didn’t turn them on—she had seen the large bulges in their jeans when they were instructing her—but they were holding back.
She kicked off the wall of the pool, stroking harder. She wondered if they were waiting for something to happen. Emma certainly was. She was never totally relaxed. Though she loved the opportunity to live in the Doms’ spacious, well-appointed house, she couldn’t enjoy her leisure. Masters Gary, Jack, and Tank were adamant that she wouldn’t set foot outside their house until Andrew Mitchell was behind bars for willfully holding her against her wishes and assaulting her.
Over the last few weeks she had never once been left alone in the house. Emma argued that she was a grown woman, but she was no match for the Doms in the debating department. They just crossed their arms over their chests, their feet spread shoulder width apart, and told her no.
So one of the Doms was always hovering somewhere. Masters Gary and Jack had to go to work, but she’d learned that Master Tank was a silent partner at the Club of Dominance. He’d made arrangements with Master Barry and Master Turner so that he could stay at the house and babysit her when the others were gone.
Right now, she expected that Master Tank was probably in his study still going over the accounts. A courier had called earlier in the day with papers for him from the club. The guy looked sort of familiar when Emma had taken the papers, but she couldn’t quite place him. She’d delivered the papers to Tank and hadn’t seen him since.
Fine
by me. I need my space. Except Emma noticed herself looking for the men when they weren’t with her. She missed the way they’d touch her arm or her back, the way they’d stroke her hair at the end of a training session.
Now if only she could get them to touch her the way she wanted.
After spending almost half an hour swimming from one end of the pool to the other, Emma’s muscles were pleasantly tired. She stopped and rolled over onto her back and stared at the white, fluffy clouds. None of this would last forever, she knew, but the thought of leaving and never seeing her three Masters again wrenched her heart. When they were in Dom mode, they seemed cold and distant, but each had spent time with her and showed her their other sides.
Gary was such a hard-ass, but when he gave her a command in that cold, hard Dom voice, her body took notice. Her nipples pebbled and her pussy clenched, leaking cream as she remembered how the sound of his voice sent shivers up and down her spine.
She’d played chess with Jack nearly every night for the last week. Jack seemed to be the nurturer of the three men, but when he was in Dom mode he, too, became controlling and expected her to do as she was told.
Tank was a bit of an enigma to Emma. She had spent quite a bit of time alone with him and found that he wasn’t much of a talker. He seemed to sit back and observe rather than integrate himself into a conversation, but she often found him watching her with his hungry eyes and a heated stare. Just a glance could bring her from calm and relaxed to blazing with arousal.
All three of them had indelibly worked their way into her heart. An ache formed in her chest and gathered in strength. Emma rubbed the spot over her heart and realized that she was deeply in love with three men. She didn’t know how she was going to survive once she went back home.
Suddenly the water seemed more chilly than refreshing. She turned over and swam to the steps. As she dried off, the hair on her nape stood on end, and she looked toward the back fence. The property backed onto a lake, and although there was a fence surrounding the estate, except for the gate which led to the lake and small pier, she felt as if she was being watched. When she scanned the length of the tall sandstone wall and the wooden dock, as well as what she could see of the lake, she couldn’t see anything.
