by Jenna Jacobs
Dylan patted the bag slung over his arm and grinned. “Not today, kitten. You’ve earned something far more substantial. Now where is your room?”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Before I could answer, Nick scooped me up in his arms and followed Dylan as he swaggered down the hall.
“First door on your right, Sir,” I announced in resignation as my mind conjured a half dozen hideous and painful scenarios. “Is it going to hurt a lot?”
“Only as much as it needs to, little one,” Nick replied in an unnervingly stoic demeanor.
“I’ve learned my lessons though, Master. I won’t run away again. I’ll talk to you both about my feelings. I’ll do better with my insecurities. You don’t have to punish me, I swear.”
“Maybe we want to, kitten,” Dylan goaded before rounding the corner to my room.
“But all of us making love would feel so much better,” I urged.
“Oh, it will…eventually.” Nick’s lips curled in a feral smile. Little Red’s wolf had nothing on him.
“Stop trying to worm your way out, kitten,” Dylan warned with a laugh as he dropped the duffle bag next to my bed.
“It won’t matter. I can see I’m just wasting my breath,” I replied, trying to contain my sarcasm.
“Yes you are.” Dylan winked. “I think we put her on her back, bro. What do you think?”
“For now,” Nick replied in a cryptic tone as he set me on the edge of the bed. Clasping my shoulders with his broad hands, persuaded me to lie down. “Close your eyes, little one.”
A tremor rippled through my body as the sound of the heavy zipper sliced the air. While I knew the bag contained ropes, paddles, floggers, condoms and lube, I assumed it contained some very unpleasant toys, as well. I closed my eyes and tensed.
The sound of releasing zippers gave me the conclusion they were stripping. I wanted to peek but didn’t dare, I was in enough trouble. Sending up a futile hope that my punishment might contain more pleasure than pain, I anxiously waited.
Suddenly, broad hands gripped my thighs and spread me open. Warm breath danced over my sodden petals and I moaned.
I gripped my fists into the bedspread. Trembling in anticipation, I waited to feel a warm, wet tongue. Instead, fingers toyed with my folds, plucking and pulling in a maddening cadence. I writhed and whimpered, needing so much more.
My eyes flashed open wide and a trill scream exploded from my throat as white-hot pain engulfed my labia. Flailing beneath the sturdy arms that held my thighs, I tried to escape the searing pain. Tears slid from my eyes and I gasped as I attempted to rise above the caustic fire.
“What the fuck are you doing to me?” I screamed, slashing an angry glare at Dylan, poised between my legs.
Nick’s grip tightened around my thighs, growling at my expletive.
“Breathe, kitten. Ride it out. You can do it,” Dylan soothed as he rubbed my clit.
“Do you need to use your safe word, little one?” Nick asked in a tone laden with concern. I shook my head. “Answer me, girl. Do you need to stop?”
“No, Sir. What is that? It hurts so bad,” I wailed.
A wry smile curled on Dylan’s lips as he held up an innocuous clothespin. I blinked. He’d put a damn clothes pin on my pussy lips. Fuck that!
“That’s just the first one, kitten. You’ll take a lot more for me, won’t you, baby?” Dylan asked with a wicked gleam in his eyes.
“I don’t know,” I replied in a small voice.
“Clasp your hands behind your head and breathe, kitten. Let me see if I can make this easier on you.”
“I’ve learned my lesson, Masters. Honest. I have,” I pleaded as I tucked my fingers behind my neck.
“Keep your legs open, girl, and don’t move or you’ll take the whole bag,” Nick growled. He released my thighs and climbed onto the bed, beside to me.
I didn’t know how many were in the bag, but hazarded it was a hell of a lot more than two. I stared up at Nick as he traced his fingertips in soothing cadence around my areolas. He lowered his head and slanted his lips over mine, carrying me away from the pain with a demanding kiss. We both moaned lowly as our avid tongues tangled.
This was the submission of my dreams, this sweet, tender, possessive tranquility. But I knew what was coming. More searing flashes of pain. Dylan’s pain. A settling peace surrounded me at the thought of accepting his punishment. The need to please him chased through me. And even as I wondered if I could survive this tumultuous combination of heaven and hell without losing my mind…nothing had ever felt so right.
Nick swallowed my muffled squeal of surprise as Dylan’s mouth covered my pussy. Wet sucking noises filled the room as I soared up that glorious spire. Nick cupped my breasts in his palms, and the pads of his thumbs abraded my sensitive nipples. I whimpered and writhed as Dylan tongued, sucked, and lapped my cunt and clit with expert finesse.
They plucked and plunged with busy fingers, encouraging the bubbling orgasm welling inside me, while mitigating the sting of nefarious clothes pins being placed, one after another. With each subtle twinge, Dylan’s mouth magically expunged the agony. Grinding against Nick’s hot body, his silky seepage glazed my hip. Urgent to be freed from their sexual purgatory, my need to release swarmed like a million buzzing bees.
Easing his mouth from my center, Dylan announced, “All done.”
Nick issued a muffled grunt before severing our kiss. “Are you ready, brave pet?”
“Yes, Master.” I nodded resolutely.
“Good, girl,” he praised.
Those two magnificent words zipped a fiery coil of excitement up my spine. I gazed into his smoldering, seductive eyes. “Get on your hands and knees, little one. We’ve claimed you, now it’s time for you to claim us.”
I didn’t know what he meant, but frenzied with need, I was more than willing to find out. Dylan stood and extended his hand. As I sat up, a blast of white-hot agony engulfed me. I looked down as I cried out to find half a dozen clothes pins attached to my labia. They dangled and clicked together, making every movement, no matter how slight, jostle the wooden fingers to gnaw my tender flesh. I moaned and begged for Dylan’s mouth to soothe away the blistering pain.
It was a slow and agonizing process, but I repositioned myself on all fours as Nick had instructed. My mouth was perfectly aligned with Dylan’s weeping purple crest.
“No, kitten. You don’t get the treat of my cock, at least not yet.” He smiled and slid his thick thumb into my mouth.
Lost in a lust-filled fugue, I licked and sucked his digit as if it were his shaft. The sound of foil somehow registered in my brain, then Nick’s nimble fingers began massaging slick, cold lube upon my puckered rim.
“You wear the pins nicely, little one.” He reached between my legs, fanning his fingers over the wooden tips. Pain thundered through me like a herd of wild horses. As I rose to my knees, howling in pain, I nearly bit Dylan’s thumb off.
Nick’s broad hand splayed over my back, forcing me back down on all fours. Tears dripped from my eyes as I sobbed.
“Don’t move again, little one,” he instructed, emphasizing his command with an open-handed spank across my butt cheeks.
“Owww,” I cried. “Please take them off. They burn. They hurt. Please.”
Dylan chuckled. “You really don’t want me to do that yet, princess.”
Nick rubbed my puckered rosette with a wide, wet finger. The irksome pain slowly ebbed, replaced by growing pulses of electric fire. Bidding my tender tissue to relax, he applied more pressure to his circling finger until he breached the rigid center. As he eased a fingertip inside, my muscles involuntarily contracted around his invasion. Retreating, only to begin massaging again, Nick persuaded my gathered ring to expand. He repeated the process over and again, thinning the ultra-sensitized rim. Pleasure centers in my brain exploded as I panted and writhed.
Dylan reached back into his magic bag of tricks and extracted a long vibrating wand. He wasted no time plugging the device
into a socket by my bed. The bulbous, round-tipped toy began to buzz and I gazed into his eyes as he sat near my side on the bed. When he pressed the humming toy between my legs, the dangling pins came to life. They absorbed the droning vibrations, setting my pinched pussy lips ablaze in an arduous fire.
Dylan pressed deeper, until the toy connected with my clit. My hiss of pain melded into a moan of delight.
“Such a pretty little slut,” Dylan praised as he strummed the vibe against my distended pearl, vanquishing the searing bite from the pins. I launched toward the heavens as Nick squeezed in another finger. Murmuring soft praises, he expanded my surrendering tissue as sinister shockwaves wove a carnal quickening.
Tiny pinpricks of pain sizzled from my tender rim as Nick’s broad head pinched through my passageway. The pressure seemed insurmountable and the burn…the sweet, hot burn spread like gossamer webs of pleasure mixed with pain.
My tiny ring expanded and contracted, sucking at his crest in a bewildering contest of consent and denial.
Gasps and moans scratched my throat. My electrified muscles cinched upon Nick’s invading cock as he threaded each inch, into my quivering hole. He gripped my hips with a hold so commanding, I wanted to sing. Panting and swearing, he held me captive until he seated his entire shaft deep inside me.
The vibe buzzed and the pins chewed upon my fragile flesh, trapping me in a realm of venerate hell.
“Who do you belong to, girl?” Dylan asked as he repositioned himself and plunged two fingers deep into my quivering core.
“Ahhh,” I cried, rocking upon his embedded fingers and sliding back and forth on Nick’s luscious cock. “You, my wonderful Masters.”
“Yes, you do. And we want all of you, Savannah. Not just the pieces you are willing to share, but all of you.” His skillful fingers curled, finding that decadent bundle of nerves deep inside. “Do you swear to give us your heart, sweet slut, so that we can shower you in our unconditional love?”
“Yessss,” I hissed.
Nick began to quicken his pace. “Do you vow to give us your body to use and treasure as we see fit?” he growled, emphasizing his question by launching deep in my ass.
“Yesss, Master, yessssss,” I moaned, trying to ride the rising surge as it layered upon itself.
“Do you entrust your soul to our command?” Dylan cajoled as he fanned the biting pins.
A scream rippled in the back of my throat. “Yes, oh god, yessss,” I panted through the pain.
“Do you grant your mind to us as well, sweet slave? Open it up so we can climb inside and soothe your fears, slay your demons, and protect you from past and future sorrow?”
Nick’s loving words ripped through my heart. Fresh tears filled my eyes and trailed down my cheeks. “Yes, Master,” I sobbed.
“You are ours, Savannah,” Nick thundered. “You belong to me.”
“And you belong to me, precious pet.” Dylan growled. “Now come for your Masters, sweet slave. Give us your heart, mind, body and soul. Give us light and life, sweet love.”
Catapulted at their command, I succumbed to the swell. It crested and crashed through me as Dylan reached between my legs and plucked all the pins from my enflamed folds.
Lightning streaked from my pussy and shot up my spine. Intense pain, left in the wake of the pins, melded with the electrified pleasure of the vibe. Dylan’s gifted fingers and Nick’s driving rhythm crushed together beneath each mind-blowing sensation.
I threw back my head as a roar of carnal splendor tore from my throat. Nick shuttled his cock deep in my ass. I combusted beneath the blistering pyre, every nerve ending in my body singing in rapture.
“Ours!” Nick’s bellicose roar thundered in my ears. Slamming his shaft through my spasming rim, I felt his seed erupt and spill into the thin latex sheathe.
Quivering, sated, and more replete than I ever dreamed possible, it all paled in comparison to the surge of contentment saturating every cell of my being.
My whole universe was now meshed with my Masters.
They were the air I filled in my lungs.
The blood that pumped through my veins.
The light in my eyes, to help me find my way.
The strength to shield and protect me.
The hope in my heart for a new and better life.
And though I never knew how desperately lost and alone I’d been, they were my salvation.
“I love you, Masters,” I sobbed, crumpling to the mattress.
Within seconds, I was nestled between their warm, steely bodies, infused with their unconditional love, and inundated with their praise.
After a long night of conversation, a little bondage and a lot more sex, we woke early and returned the Hummer to the rental agency. Back at the apartment, my five-star chefs began preparing a gourmet breakfast of bacon, eggs and toast. As they cooked, I phoned Mellie, argued with my insurance company, did a quick load of laundry and re-packed my suitcases. After a quick but delicious meal, we made a brief stop at the post office then hit the road toward Chicago.
Of course the long ride was anything but boring. My Masters made great use of my mouth and pussy as they took shifts driving. And only once did Nick have to threaten me with the butt plug, when I got a little sassy.
It was close to midnight before we reached the outskirts of Chicago.
“Our house is about another thirty minutes north of the city, but I’ll take us up Lake Shore Drive so you can see the lake,” Nick announced as I sat a little straighter, unwilling to miss the sights.
Nick exited the interstate and began driving along a highway parallel to Lake Michigan. Enormous mansions sprawled on the left, and the shimmering lake was illuminated beneath a full moon on the right. I felt intimidated by the ultra-huge homes. I’d grown up in a modest white collar home and while I didn’t want for much, we were far from rich. The people who lived in the homes lining Lake Michigan were mega-loaded.
Nick made a series of left and right turns then slowed on a street lined with large, mature trees. Street lights cast eerie shadows through the thick foliage, allowing only quick glimpses of impressive houses set back from the street. Some were totally obscured behind manicured hedge rows while others, daunting and massive, were clearly visible.
When he pulled into a cobblestone drive, the headlights flashed over a monstrous brick Colonial mansion. My eyes grew wide as I viewed the impressive structure. The avant garde metal sculpture situated in the center of the circular driveway and the stately black shutters framing each large window had my mind churning as to what lay behind the mighty structure.
“You live here?” I asked, unable to mask my astonishment.
“We live here, kitten,” Dylan chuckled.
“Wow,” I whispered in awe. “Do you have maids and such?”
“Yes, Rachel and Pablo live in the guest house out back,” Nick replied with such a casual tone, I knew he didn’t have a clue how dumbfounded I was to find myself in such superfluous surroundings. “Rachel oversees the cleaning service and prepares our meals. Pablo maintains the landscaping, pool, and makes household repairs, that sort of thing.”
“You have a pool?”
“And a stunning view of Lake Michigan, little one.” Nick grinned. “Don’t let it overwhelm you, pet. It’s just a house.”
“Yeah, a huge mother…” I coughed. “A big one too, Master.”
“Come on, let’s go in and crash. We can unload in the morning.”
“Can I grab my toiletries, Sir?”
“No. It’s late. We need sleep…well, before the sun comes up, anyway.” Nick grinned. The knowing look in his eyes told me, sleep would be a long time coming.
Stepping into the wide foyer, I felt like Cinderella at the Prince’s palace. Gleaming hardwood floors shimmered beneath a stunning crystal chandelier, flush upon a layered tray ceiling. Dark cherry woodwork garnered a masculine yet inviting contrast against faux beige leather walls.
As they took me on a ten cent tour, I found each
room more stunning than the one before. It all looked professionally designed. I knew Mellie would appreciate the attention to detail throughout the elegant rooms. Though overwhelmed by the sheer grandeur of it all, I was fascinated at the dichotomy of the men and their home. Their surroundings were ostentatious, yet there wasn’t a pretentious bone in their bodies.
“Come on, kitten, let’s get ready for bed.”
“How many bedrooms are in this…castle?”
Nick laughed. “There’s six but don’t get too impressed, little one. We bought it for a song when the market crashed. It’s a nifty tax deduction, nothing more.”
“It’s a little late not to be impressed, Master. I passed that when we pulled into the driveway. And the view of Lake Michigan…whoa, it’s breathtaking.”
“It soothes our savage beasts, that’s for sure,” Dylan agreed as we climbed the wide, staircase. “Nick and I laid claim to a couple of the guest rooms. We’ve been saving the master suite for…well, for you.”
“Me?”
“Yes, kitten. We’d always hoped someday we’d find a submissive with whom to share our lives. So the room is a present, so to speak, for the sub of our dreams. And that is, you.”
The adoration in his words gripped my heart. Never had I imagined being someone’s dream, let alone the dream to two of the most amazing Masters on the planet.
Nick pushed open the double doors to the suite. I felt the weight of his gaze as he watched my reaction. I caught the smile curling on his lips as my jaw dropped at the splendor laid out before me. Stepping into the room, my feet sank into plush white carpet. A massive four poster, mahogany bed was the room’s focal point. It was larger than any bed I’d ever seen and had to have been custom built. I couldn’t stop myself from gliding my fingers over the ornate, carved accents, imagining what it would feel like to be bound to the sturdy spires.
Making my way across the room, I stopped to admire the white marble fireplace located next to a set of beveled lead crystal doors. Curious, I twisted the shimmering brass handles to discover a large balcony that overlooked a sparkling swimming pool. Behind the exquisitely decorated pool area laid a picturesque view of Lake Michigan.
