Dominant Saviors [Club of Dominance 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)
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God, Emma, now you’re beginning to imagine things.
She headed inside to shower and dress. Master Tank was still hiding when she had finished, and Emma decided she would prepare dinner.
By the time she heard Masters Jack and Gary arrive home she’d made a potato salad and a tossed salad as well as a fruit platter, and the steaks had marinated and were ready to be grilled. She was just finishing up with the dishes when muscular arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her back against a warm, hard torso. She let out a small shriek of surprise and then looked up and over her shoulder into Master Tank’s green eyes.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you, darlin’. I thought you heard me come in.”
Emma’s pounding heart settled a little, but her breathing increased when she felt the rigid bulge against her lower back. Masters Jack and Gary entered the kitchen. Master Gary went straight to the fridge and got out bottles of beer and handed them over to the other men.
“You’ve been busy, baby. Do you want a drink?” Master Gary asked.
Emma didn’t usually drink alcohol, but today she decided she needed a little Dutch courage. She nodded her head.
She was sick of living in limbo. She intended to confront the three Doms tonight about returning home. If she couldn’t be a part of their lives the way she wanted, she wouldn’t stay.
Jack took a sip of his beer and leaned against the counter as Tank finally released her and walked around the other side to sit on a stool.
“How long before dinner is ready, sweetie?” Jack asked.
“Well, since I need one of you to grill the steaks it depends on when you want dinner. The salads are ready and we can eat as soon as the meat is cooked.”
“I’ll do that if you two want to get cleaned up before dinner,” Tank said, but he hadn’t taken his eyes off of her. He frowned as he took another swig of beer, and Emma did the same, wondering if she had somehow gotten food on her face while she had made the salads. The way he was looking at her, as if she was a bug under a microscope, was slightly disconcerting.
Emma decided she’d had enough of feeling uncomfortable and glared at Master Tank. “What?”
“Oh, sweetie, you don’t want to be pulling the tiger’s tail.” Jack smirked before draining the contents of his bottle.
“What’s on your mind, Emma?”
She just stared at Master Tank and then closed her mouth when she realized it was gaping open. “How do you do that?”
“You have very expressive eyes, baby. We know what you’re thinking most of the time,” Master Gary said as he walked toward her.
Emma’s panties dampened at seeing him move with such predatory grace. Her nipples peaked and her pussy throbbed. She hoped they couldn’t see how turned on she was, but from the heated looked he gave her, she didn’t think she had succeeded in hiding her body’s response to him.
“Do you know how fucking sexy you are, Emma?”
“Our little sub hasn’t got a clue,” Master Jack said as he rose to his feet and put the beer bottle into the recycle bin. “I think we should show her after dinner.”
Emma ignored the byplay between Gary and Jack, though it made her heartbeat pick up. She was still hung up on how Tank knew she wanted to speak to them.
“I’m waiting, little sub.”
She hesitated. If she asked Jack what he’d meant, maybe she would get somewhere with the three sexy Doms.
Oh, who am I kidding? They hadn’t touched her since the first night staying in their house. She wouldn’t put any stock in them making a move on her.
All of sudden she couldn’t stand another moment of this. “I want to go home,” Emma blurted.
The silence was pregnant as each of the men stared at her. She saw the way they all straightened and their muscles had tautened. Gary gripped her chin and tilted her head up until their gazes connected. “No.”
Emma twisted her head, which displaced his hand. She backed up a few steps, until her waist connected with the edge of the sink, and she gave him a determined stare. “You can’t keep me here if I don’t want to stay.”
Master Tank sighed as he moved closer. “Emma, it isn’t safe for you to go home. That asshole probably knows where you live. Do you want to go through what happened before?”
“No.” Emma’s shoulders drooped but then she pushed them back again. “I hate living like this. I don’t know how much longer I can continue to put my life on hold. I am going to lose my apartment. I can’t afford to keep it if I’m not working and earning money to pay the rent.”
“We’ll take care of it,” Gary said in a firm voice at the same time that Jack spoke.
“Then move in here.”
“What?”
“Move in with us, baby.” Gary placed his beer bottle on the counter.
Why do they want me to move in? Do they care for me? Don’t get your hopes up, Emma. They’re just being nice and don’t want you to get hurt again.
“I can’t do that. I can’t expect you three to keep babysitting me indefinitely. It isn’t fair to you.”
“We like having you here with us, Emma. We don’t want you to leave.” Tank caressed the back of her hand.
“That settles it. I’ll arrange everything.” Gary stepped back and pulled his cell from his pocket.
Emma wasn’t sure what he meant by “arranging everything,” but she was sure it couldn’t be good. Gary kept his gaze on her as he spoke into the phone.
“Mike, I need a favor. Can you arrange for one of your crew to pack up and move an apartment’s worth of furniture?”
Emma stormed over to Gary and poked him in the chest. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Gary gripped her finger in his hand but ignored her as he continued speaking into the phone. Emma was so incensed at what he was doing she began to shake with fury.
“I don’t fucking think so!” she raged and reached up to make a grab for the phone.
A large arm wrapped around her waist while a hand covered her mouth simultaneously. She was pulled away from Gary, but she wasn’t about to let these three men control her life. Emma struggled and kicked out with her feet, but it didn’t do her any good. Tank was too strong for her to escape from. She knew it was him by his unique scent of sandalwood and pine.
The more she struggled, the angrier she became. When he shifted his hold on her, he managed to pin her arms to her sides so she couldn’t keep pushing at his arm. In that moment she felt so utterly female and controlled. Her body liked the sensation. Her pussy leaked cream onto her panties and her nipples elongated.
Jack moved to her front and grabbed her ankles as she tried to kick him away. He lifted her feet from the floor, and she hung between him and Tank. She twisted and turned, bucking and thrashing between them, but no matter what she did, she couldn’t escape. Her eyes connected with Jack’s. The heat she saw there made the embers inside her flare to a raging inferno.
Her anger morphed into a desire so deep, her pussy clenched and gushed out more of her juices. Her body ached. The need to feel their hands, mouths, and cocks loving her was more than she could stand. But the yearning in her heart for them to care for her, to love her emotionally as well as physically, was so profound that tears pooled in her eyes.
The two Doms carried her down the hall, to a room at the back of the house. She had seen the door and had tried to explore, but the entrance had been locked. She’d been curious about what was in the room but hadn’t found the courage to ask.
Gary must have finished his call because he rushed around them and unlocked the door then held it open. She was carried inside, and she drew a ragged breath in through her nostrils when she saw what was in the room.
The room was large and filled with unconventional furniture. There was a St. Andrew’s Cross in the center of the room. Off to either side were other weird-looking benches. Chains hung down near the far side. She glanced to her right as she was carried farther into the room and nearly moaned with excitement whe
n she saw manacles on the wall which were on adjustable rails. It looked like the manacles would hold a person in place by the wrist and ankles.
But what drew her attention was the leather-covered stool-like seat secured to the wall. On top of the leather padding was some sort of…sex stimulator or dildo. At least that was what she thought it was.
Jack lowered her feet to the floor and then moved out of sight. Tank made sure she was steady on her feet before he released his hold on her. Footsteps sounded behind her, and she turned around to face Gary. Tank walked around her and stood next to Gary. All three Doms stared at her as if she was their last meal.
“Strip,” Master Gary demanded in a firm voice.
Chapter Eight
Jack couldn’t believe the fire burning in Emma’s eyes. She had never looked so sexy. Her cheeks were flushed from exertion, her nipples were hard little points against the material of her T-shirt, and Jack caught the musky scent of her arousal.
He yearned to rip her clothes away and take her to the floor then bury himself balls-deep inside her petite little body. This, he sensed, was the real Emma. She submitted to them nicely when they were training her, but Dom/sub protocol had flown out the window as soon as she was mad, just as Jack had hoped it would.
She’d been meek with them when they taught her how to address them and how to assume the slave position, but she wasn’t meek now. Jack and his friends had known that their little sub was full of passion.
Oh yes, little sub, you are perfect for us.
Now she stood before them with her chin thrust out aggressively, and although she was glaring at them, her lips were parted and her eyes were full of excitement. He wasn’t worried that they would push her too far. When they had been training her, Gary had explained all about safe words and made her pick one. Each time they took her through what they would expect of her once they finally decided to play with her, they had always asked her to repeat it.
Emma crossed her arms over her chest and glared at them belligerently. It looked like their little sub wasn’t in the mood to comply today. Jack mentally rubbed his hands together and thought, all the better.
“I gave you an order, little sub.” Gary took a step forward, but Emma stood her ground. “If you don’t start obeying me, you are going to rack up the punishments quickly.”
“What is your safe word, Emma?” Tank asked.
“Chief.” Emma practically spat the word.
Jack had nearly roared with laughter when Emma had chosen her safe word. He and the others knew it was her way of goading them since it was another word for Master.
“And how do you address us while we are in a scene with you, Emma?”
“Master,” Emma replied facetiously.
“That’s two.” Gary took another step forward and nudged Emma’s chin up. “You like it when we top you, don’t you, Emma?”
“How do…How can I answer that? You’ve never topped me before.”
“That’s three.”
“What? Why? What did I do?”
“You know very well what you did, Emma. Do you think we don’t know that you like it when we top you? We haven’t stopped mastering you since you arrived, and you love it, don’t you, Emma, just like you love us?”
Emma tried to move her head away, but Gary cupped her cheeks between his hands. “Why are you so scared to admit that you care for us, baby? Is it because you don’t think we care for you?”
Since she couldn’t move away from Gary, the little minx closed her eyes and drew her lips into a tight line. Jack walked around Emma and came up behind her while Tank moved in close to her side. She was now surrounded by them, and they weren’t leaving this room or letting her get away without answering them.
Jack landed a slap on her ass, and she gasped, her eyes flying open. It was time to set Emma straight and let her know how much they loved her. Jack and his friends had sat up after Emma had gone to bed the previous evening and planned out what they would do. Since Gary was a detective and had a handle on reading people much better than he or Tank did, he had suggested pushing Emma’s buttons by arranging for her stuff to be moved today. It seemed that his friend had read her right.
Although Jack and Tank also were more experienced at looking beneath the surface than the average person, and though they knew how to watch body language and decipher a sub’s needs, Gary was more perceptive and comprehending.
Gary leaned down and licked over Emma’s lips with his tongue, but their feisty little sub just pulled her lips in tighter. Jack was having none of that. He landed another slap on her ass, this time much harder than the last. He heard her gasp as the sting landed and smiled as Gary took advantage. His friend slanted his mouth over Emma’s and devoured her. The little sobs and whimpers she made let him know she was turned on and involved in the kiss as much as Gary was. Jack groaned as she slipped her tongue into Gary’s mouth. He pushed his hard cock into the small of her back and the top of her ass.
By the time the kiss ended, Gary and Emma were both breathing heavily. Jack couldn’t wait another moment. He’d been patient for too long already. He reached around her waist, released the button, and lowered the zipper on her jeans, then pushed them down over her hips. Squatting behind her, he lifted her foot and removed one shoe and then the other. Once done he removed her jeans and panties. The sight of her delectable little peach of an ass called to him.
Jack kissed first one cheek and then the other, and then he kissed his way up her spine. As he had been removing her pants, Gary and Tank had stripped her shirt and bra off. There she stood in all her naked glory, and what a sexy, delightful little body she had. He couldn’t wait until all three of them were making love to her at the same time.
By the end of the scene Emma would know how they felt about her, and he hoped she wouldn’t want to leave.
* * * *
Tank’s cock and balls were aching so much he was in danger of shooting off in his pants. As a Dom that was the last thing he wanted to happen. It was all about control and seeing to their sub’s needs first. At a nod from Gary, Tank swept Emma from her feet and carried her over to the St. Andrew’s Cross. As he lowered her to her feet and positioned her body, he leant down and kissed her. He’d never tasted a woman so sweet, and he knew he would never get enough of her. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and slid it along hers. Her little whimpers and moans grabbed at his heart and wouldn’t let go. By the time he slowed the kiss and lifted his head, Jack and Gary had her secured to the cross.
Emma’s face was tinged pink with desire and excitement, her arms and legs secured to the cross and spread wide open for them. Her full breasts were high and perky on her chest, and her hard little nipples were a dusky rose color, filled with blood and need. He perused her body and nearly moaned out loud when he saw the dew glistening on her bare, puffy, pink lips.
Tank knelt down at her feet and ran his fingers through her slit. Their sub was so turned on, her juices were running down her thighs. He stroked her pussy from clit to ass and back again, but he wanted to see how she tasted. Bending forward, her placed his mouth close to her pussy and lightly blew. She rewarded him with a long moan.
Oh yes, our little sub needs this as much as we do.
Tank moved the last couple of inches and thrust his tongue into her pussy. Her sweet and tangy essence exploded on his tongue, and he decided then and there that he wanted to have more of her cum in his mouth. He looked up when movement off to either side of her caught his gaze, and he watched Gary devour her mouth with his while pinching one turgid peak as Jack sucked on her other nipple. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on giving Emma the pleasure and love she deserved.
Tank withdrew his tongue from her pussy and sucked her labial lips into his mouth, cleaning her of her juices and swallowing them down, but it still wasn’t enough. He wanted, needed more. He licked his way up her slit with the tip of his tongue and flicked it rapidly back and forth over her clit. She bucked her hips into his face and cried out.
Tank eased a finger into her cunt and slowly pumped it in and out, giving her time to get used to the feel of him penetrating her. He kept his eyes on her belly and watched it jump and tremble with each rasp of his tongue and thrust of his finger, but it still wasn’t enough.
He wanted her screaming as she climaxed. Adding another finger to her pussy, he stroked in and out, and with each pass he made sure he caressed her G-spot. When her sheath rippled around his fingers, he knew she was getting close to orgasm. Opening his mouth wide over her clit, he sucked her small pearl into his mouth and gently held it with his teeth. He flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth over her engorged nub and tapped against her sweet spot.
Emma screamed. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers so hard he could barely move them, but not once did he let up as she bucked and trembled in the throes of climax. She yelled and whimpered, her sheath contracting, and cream gushed out around his digits until finally the last ripple faded away.
Tank gently removed his fingers from her cunt and then sucked and licked up all her cum. Then he kissed her thighs and belly as he caressed her legs. Jack and Gary were both running their hands over her body as they eased her down from her climax. He rose to his feet and leaned his forehead against hers.
“Do you think that if we didn’t love you, we would see to your pleasure, Emma?”
“Y–You l–love me?”
“Yes, darlin’. I love you so goddamn much I hurt with it. Why do you think we want you here where we can keep you safe?”