Masters of My Desire

by Jenna Jacobs

  “No. God, no!”

  Nick bent down, picked up the vibe and turned it on. “Need another reminder about being honest, pet?”

  “No. Put that away,” I demanded.

  Nick tsked and shook his head as Dylan sat up and spread my legs wide, gripping my thighs tight. Holding the buzzing vibe, Nick rubbed it along the inside of my thighs. “Issuing orders now, are you, little one?”

  “No more, Sir. Please. I’m begging,” I groaned.

  “Then answer the question, girl. Now.” Nick snarled in impatience.

  “Because I’m not a slut that engages in one night stands, or one week stands, or any other kind of stand.” I blurted out.

  Without a word Nick turned off the vibe, stood, and walked to the bathroom. Dylan issued a heavy sigh and released my thighs.

  “What?” I gaped at Dylan and his vexed expression. “Dammit! You’re the ones who wanted me to be honest.”

  “Nick, bring back the vibe.” Dylan barked.

  “No!” I huffed as I sat up. “No more edging.”

  Nick stood in the frame of the doorway. My gaze skittered over his naked body, greedily absorbing the bounty of tight muscles stretched beneath his toffee skin. When I glanced at his face, he pinned me with a look that screamed Dominance and disappointment.

  “Okay, look. I’m really trying here, you two. But you can’t expect me to open up and vomit out all my feelings then turn around and get pissy when you don’t like what I say.”

  “Nobody’s gotten pissy except you, kitten.” Dylan smirked.

  “You two are wearing pissy expressions. I can see them.”

  “But we’re not the one throwing the tantrum now, are we?” Dylan’s blue eyes twinkled as a sarcastic smile spread over his lips.

  “Did you forget who you were addressing, little one?” Nick’s dark brows slashed as he scowled and walked toward the bed…vibe in hand.

  “No, Sir. I’m just trying to communicate. That’s what I’m supposed to do, right?” I snapped.

  Okay, so maybe that wasn’t the tone I should have used, but they were backing me into a corner and my innate reaction was to push back.

  Dylan wrapped his hand in my hair and stood, promptly lifting me off the bed with him. A wicked grin curled on Nick’s lips as he turned on the vibe.

  “Shall we start this conversation over, little one?”

  I swallowed the lump of fear in my throat and nodded before casting my eyes toward the floor. Well, as best I could. Dylan’s hand was so tightly cinched in my hair, my scalp burned.

  Nick silenced the vibe and placed it on the nightstand next to the bed. “Much better. Replacing your combative attitude with this stunning submission is guaranteed to make things go smoother.”

  He caressed my cheek. The defiant brat inside me wanted to nip at his fluttering fingers. He’d stung my pride. But instead, I closed my eyes and tried to center myself and let his silky compliment calm my overbearing resolve.

  “You’re very beautiful when you let go, little one.” Nick’s lips pressed against my ear drew a shiver down my spine.

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  Dylan released my mane, his warm hand settled on the small of my back.

  “We’re not angry, kitten, we’re upset that you equate what we’re doing to something as insignificant as a one night stand,” Dylan began. His hand moved slowly up my spine, resting on my nape. With two fingers under my chin, he raised my head and gazed into my eyes. “If all we were interested in was sex, we wouldn’t waste our time to dig into your soul and uncover the buttons necessary to push your submission. And we certainly wouldn’t shower you with tender touches, reassurance and praise, if all we wanted was just a piece of ass.”

  “This goes much deeper than a casual fuck, little one,” Nick interjected. “Do you honestly not feel that? Did you not capture the depth of my words earlier?”

  I turned to look at Nick, overwhelmed by the rejection reflected in his eyes. An oily, black wave of guilt consumed me. The roots of submission weren’t planted in sex, but rather finding fulfillment in bringing the Dom pleasure. I couldn’t afford to think my submission would ever lead to something more with their pleasure. Our paths had crossed for this short time, and I was a fool to hold onto illusions. Facts were facts and although it pained me, I knew I would be just a memory for them, if even that, in the very near future.

  “Yes, Sir. I understood. You’ve touched me, too. But I wasn’t…I didn’t mean it the way you’re making it sound,” I stammered.

  “What did you mean, then?” Dylan asked with a tender squeeze of my neck.

  “I meant that Kit knows me. She knows I’m…inexperienced. We’re girls. We talk about things like that, especially after a shi... a load of Merlot.” I closed my eyes and exhaled, finding it hard to censure my words, especially when I was trying to make a point. I looked up at Dylan. “I didn’t want her to find out what we were doing because I didn’t want her to think I was a freak.”

  “What does it matter what people think, kitten?”

  “It doesn’t. I mean, it shouldn’t…but Kit’s like a friend in a lot of ways. I couldn’t share this with her. I don’t even know if I can tell Mellie about all this. The way you two make me feel, or how submission fills this empty place inside me…I don’t have words for it.” My gaze flittered back and forth between them, searching for a glimmer of understanding

  “We don’t want to be your dirty little secret, kitten. Nor will we ever allow you to be ours,” Dylan replied in a censuring tone. “We hope that what we’re sharing will help you grow past your fears, and erase the preconceived notions of how you’re supposed to behave or conform. Our hope is that by the end of the week, you’ll see yourself and your desires in a whole new light. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I whispered with a slow nod.

  “All right. Let’s all go soak in the tub for a bit. You can’t tackle it all in one day, little one. I think you need to relax and let things unfold as they will.” Nick’s reassuring words filled me with hope. I might get this submission stuff down, after all. Thank goodness they were both patient.

  Dylan cupped my chin and claimed my lips in a powerful, drugging kiss. “Don’t forget, kitten…we’ll be right here beside you every step of the way,” he promised.

  Yes, they would. For a week, at least.

  CHAPTER SIX

  The giant tub was designed for two people but was spacious enough for three. The hot, bubbling water soothed my sensitive folds, but the avid attention Dylan and Nick dispensed was far more luxurious. They cleansed my body with tender care and shampooed and rinsed my hair. Passing me from one to the other, their reassuring hands never left my flesh.

  Tranquil and boneless, I laid atop Dylan’s brawny chest with Nick’s strong body draped over my back. If I’d had the ability to stop time, cocooned in their silent affection, I would have chosen that moment for it. The entire adventure was unchartered territory, yet nothing in my life had ever felt so right, or garnered this level of inner peace.

  “How sore is your little clit, pet?” Nick asked in a low, enticing whisper.

  “Mmmm,” I purred. “Just a little bit.”

  Nick nipped the lobe of my ear. “Just a little bit, what?”

  “Sir. Just a little bit, Sir,” I replied with a dreamy moan.

  “Then we’ll let it rest for a while and begin your anal training.”

  My eyes flew open wide and I jerked my head from Dylan’s chest, nearly colliding with Nick’s chin. “My what?”

  A devilish grin spread over Nick’s lips. “Your anal training.”

  “Oh, no, Sir. You misunderstood. My clit is fine. Honest.” I protested.

  He slid off my back and sat next to Dylan, cupping his hands around my face, Nick shook his head. “You remember what lying gets, don’t you, pet? I thought you didn’t like edging.”

  “I don’t. I mean…” I exhaled a heavy sigh. “My clit is a little bit sore, but not s
o sore that we have to do something else, Sir.”

  “That’s not your choice, girl. Tell me, what has you so frightened about anal training, little one?”

  “I’m afraid it’s going to hurt.”

  “Have we hurt you yet, kitten?” Dylan asked, knowing full well the answer to his question was a resounding No.

  “Of course not, Sir.”

  “Then you have no tangible reason to fear it.” Dylan winked.

  He was right. They worked hard to bolster my trust. The misunderstandings we’d had so far were born of my fears and insecurities. Secure in the fact they’d never intentionally hurt me, it still didn’t erase my apprehension of them shoving things up my butt.

  “How does it work, Sirs?”

  “That’s my girl,” Nick smiled. “We’ll show you shortly. But don’t worry, we’ll start out small.”

  An hour later I found out that small was a matter of perception. Small for Nick was huge and severely uncomfortable in my opinion. After we’d retreated from the tub and dried off, they eased me to my knees and bent me over the bed. With soothing words of encouragement, my tiny puckered rim was slathered in cold, slick lube. Dylan showed me the slim, silver butt plug, adorned with a sparkling purple jewel on the base, then shoved the damn thing straight up my ass.

  I never knew how much concentration it took to clutch my dilated muscles around the invading plug. Every movement was a war between my body and my brain. My body demanded that I expel the vile intruder, while my brain petitioned it remain.

  Shuffling to the couch and easing down slowly, I was grateful for the armistice and only had to cope with the dull throb of my stretched tissue. My Doms found great pleasure in my discomfort. I wasn’t quite so thrilled. In an effort to appease me, Nick built a fire so I could warm myself then swaggered to the kitchen to help Dylan prepare dinner. I listened to their banter and grinned as I watched the flames dance and flicker. A part of me longed for the storm outside to rage on forever. The fantasy they’d created was nearly perfect...all except for the plug up my ass.

  As darkness fell, the common area was filled with warmth from the roaring fire. The plug was less distressing as we cleaned the dinner dishes. However, I was no longer bending in provocative taunting fashion, too scared the damn thing would pop out.

  Retiring to the couch as we’d done the night before, we shared a bottle of wine. With my first day of training under my belt, they were anxious for feedback. Trying to put it all into words was a struggle but I managed to relate the peace I found being bound. I made no bones about my aversion to edging, but after a load of ribbing from Dylan, confessed the end result was somewhere between heaven and life-altering.

  “And what about the plug, little one?” Nick chuckled. “Does that rate low on your list, as well?”

  “No, Sir. It’s doable because I know it’s part of the preparation.” Preparation to fulfill my ultimate fantasy. Well, one of them anyway. I dreamt of visiting a fetish club almost as much as I yearned to experience double penetration. The latter filled me with trepidation even with anal training. I wasn’t sure I could accommodate both their massive cocks. Before letting my fears get the best of me, I steered my brain back to thoughts of their club.

  “What is Genesis like, Sirs?”

  “It’s amazing,” Dylan began. “The members are genuine and kindhearted. It’s hard not to think of them as extended family.”

  I could feel the love reflected in his words and I smiled. “What do they do there?”

  “Everything you can think of,” Nick chimed in. “From soft and poignant exchanges all the way to blood dripping, ear piercing edge play.”

  A shiver skittered up my spine. “That sounds scary.”

  “It’s all consensual and negotiated, kitten. We have a private room. A lot of the regular members there do. But nothing is more educational than sitting in the dungeon and watching the various sessions played out.”

  “A private room? I guess you two have played with a lot of submissives, huh?” I tried to hide my sudden feelings of jealousy but must have failed because Nick turned and studied me for a long moment. His eyes reflected a hint of sorrow.

  “Yes, little one, we have. But that doesn’t diminish what we’re sharing here with you. Do you understand me?”

  “Of course, Sir. I honestly didn’t think you two were really choir boys.” I smiled, trying to make light of my callow insecurities. “So, what kind of stuff do you have in your private room?”

  “We have a large play space and bathroom. In addition, there’s a cross, different types of suspension equipment, a bondage bed, spanking bench, and a large regular bed. It’s similar to the equipment that’s in the main dungeon but on a more private scale,” Dylan replied.

  Images danced in my mind of all the deviant ways they could use me in a room like that. I needed to change the subject before I left a puddle on the leather couch. “George, your friend on the phone…is he a club member, too?”

  “Yes,” Nick smiled and nodded. “And also my legal advisor. He’s an older gentleman with a young, vibrant, and extremely mischievous sub, Leagh. Her club name is Dahlia. She keeps him on his toes.”

  Dylan’s laugh was loud and robust. “That’s an understatement, bro. She’s a hellcat. But just exactly what he needs. Dahlia’s antics breathe life into George. You can almost feel the energy in their dynamic. They are so in love.”

  “I remember you laughing about bunny floggers or something,” I grinned and nodded.

  “He’s a lot older than she is?”

  “Yes, he’s in his late sixties and she’s…probably mid-twenties, I’d say.” Dylan nodded thoughtfully.

  Forty-some years was quite an age difference. I wondered why the woman, who was close to my age, chose to be in a relationship with such an older man.

  Nick watched with a broad smile as I pondered. “There’s no age limit or restrictions when you connect with someone in the exchange, little one. Much like the vanilla world, we’re all puzzle pieces. And when you finally find the one that’s a perfect fit for you, nothing else matters.”

  The way he read my mind was almost eerie. I nodded at his analogy. It made sense.

  “I’d love for you to have the chance to meet Emerald, kitten.”

  “Emerald?”

  “She mentors new submissives and is extremely dedicated to the lifestyle. Emerald is her club name. A lot of the subs and Doms chose alternate identities to ensure their privacy. Even though there is a rigorous vetting process, one of the cardinal rules—at nearly every club—who you see and what you see remain within the confines of those four walls. There are a lot of high-profile members and keeping their anonymity is paramount. People don’t want to lose their jobs or their children,” Dylan explained.

  “I see. Do you have club names, Sirs?”

  “No, pet. We don’t.” Nick replied.

  “And you think there is a club like Genesis in Kansas City?”

  “Maybe not exactly like Genesis, but I know there are lifestyle groups in your area and like-minded people tend to welcome their own kind with open arms, kitten.”

  I nibbled my bottom lip and gave a silent nod as my mind whirled. The fit with Dylan and Nick felt so real and so right. Were there other Doms out there that would make me feel the way they did? Would I experience this powerful connection with another? As I lowered my head, lost in thought, a subtle smile tugged my lips. I’d been naked almost the entire day and not been the least bit embarrassed by it. For some bizarre reason, it suddenly felt like the most natural thing in the world to be stark naked between them. Had they changed me that much, in two short days? Was there a chance I would ever be this relaxed around another Dom or Doms? The thought of kneeling for anyone other than Dylan and Nick made my heart ache. But then I remembered; I had to keep my heart out of the mix. If I wanted to continue this new path they were leading me down, and continue to revel in the serenity it brought me, I’d have to find a Dom or two of my own…Doms that would teach an
d claim me. Dylan and Nick would be forever etched in my heart, but a mere scratch on the surface was as deep as they could ever be.

  “You’re thinking awfully hard, little one. Share with us,” Nick coaxed.

  “I’m just trying to take it all in. The thought of being in a club like Genesis is…well, it fills me with excitement.”

  That was an understatement. My pussy had been weeping since we’d first started talking about Genesis. I was all but squirming.

  A tense and awkward silence fell over the room.

  “Once I get home, I think it would be fun to find a club I could join.”

  A fierce scowl appeared on Nick’s face and his body tensed. Even Dylan’s relaxed demeanor took on a distinct edge. I wasn’t trying to demean their training, but my attempt to convince them I was self-reliant had totally backfired. Then I remembered what Nick had said about me kneeling before another. What was I supposed to do, just erase all these wonderful feelings they’d unlocked inside me and go back to reading about the lifestyle? That wasn’t fair.

  “You don’t like that idea much, do you, Sirs?” I turned my head and took inventory of their expressions. No, they didn’t like it at all. “Do you have some other alternative I don’t know about? I’m going to pursue the lifestyle when I get home. It’s too important to me to try and shove it back inside me.”

  They’d been the key that unlocked a whole new world. I had no intention of slamming the door shut and walk away from what they’d awakened.

  “We realize that, kitten. But doesn’t mean we have to like it,” Dylan grumbled.

  “I don’t like the idea of having to get comfortable with another Dom either, but I’ll do it. I’m a strong-willed woman and I’ll do whatever it takes to find a Dom or Doms who will be patient and teach me the way you two have.” I gave them both a reassuring smile and without asking permission, I reached up and kissed each of them on the cheek. “Thank you for doing all this for me.”

  Nick gripped my hair and pulled my lips to his, searing me in an urgent claim. He tasted like power and demand. At first, I met his frenzied kisses head on then relaxed and opened for his tongue. A growl rumbled in his chest as he devoured me in fervent command.