Masters of My Desire

by Jenna Jacobs

  “What did you say to Myron?” I asked in a soft, even voice, trying to remain calm.

  “I told him you swept us off our feet, little one. That our week at Kit’s was the single most spectacular time of our lives and that neither Dylan nor I would ever be happy if we didn’t have you.”

  “He put us through the wringer for the first thirty minutes. He knows more about my family than my own parents did, I think.” Dylan flashed that sexy dimple in a pleading, scared smile. “Don’t be mad, Savannah. We want you. We need you. We’ll do anything in our power to make this work.”

  “I don’t have a job anymore,” I mumbled. My head reeled with the implications that Myron felt obligated to put his life on hold to ensure I was taken care of. Then it hit me. “I don’t have to leave. I don’t have to go back home. Do you know what this means?” A giggle escaped my throat as I dropped the paper and bolted from Nick’s lap.

  Dancing around the room like a woman possessed, I pulled Nick from the couch and wrapped my arms around my Masters with a tight hug. Trevor’s infectious giggle filled the room as I closed my eyes and exhaled a massive sigh of relief.

  “This is the best Christmas present I could have ever gotten, Masters. Thank you. Oh, God. Thank you so very, very much.” I peppered their faces with kisses.

  Their matching exhales made me laugh. “Thank God you’re not pissed.” Nick murmured in my ear.

  “I could never be mad at you for this, Masters. Never.” Tears of joy slid down my cheeks as I was slammed by another revelation. “I get to go on the cruise with you two!” I squealed and started jumping up and down.

  “Of course you do, girl.” Dylan laughed. “We’d never have gone without you.”

  Nick landed a hard slap across my ass and I jumped and issued a cry of surprise.

  “Keeping your feelings from us again, little one?” He asked with an arch of his brow.

  “No, Master. I was going to confess it all to you both, later,” I vowed, making an x over my heart.

  “Good girl.” Nick smiled.

  “Masterrrrrr,” I whimpered. “You know what that does to me.”

  Nick began to laugh. “Why do you think we say it, little one?”

  A strange expression fell over Dylan’s face. He turned to Nick and grinned. “She’s stayin’, man. She’s really fucking stayin’.”

  Nick’s deep laugh rippled over me. They bumped fists and let out a resounding, “Fuck yeah!”

  I turned and looked at all the smiling faces beaming around the room…all except for Mika. He stared out the window with a bittersweet expression lined on his face. My heart felt heavy for him, knowing he’d had this joy in his life once upon a time but no longer. The emptiness he felt had to be staggering.

  “So who’s ready for Christmas pizza? I promise next year I’ll cook you all a proper feast!” I giggled.

  “And I thought you didn’t know how to cook, kitten?” Dylan teased.

  “That’s why I have my two talented Master chefs, to help me.” I winked with a sly smile.

  “Conniving little minx,” Nick muttered.

  #

  My feet didn’t touch the ground for weeks after my life-altering Christmas surprise. No longer plagued by the worry of having to leave my Masters, I felt as if the world had been lifted off my shoulders. The freedom of knowing my life was set on a course I’d only dreamed possible was like a breath of fresh air.

  The last week of February, there was a break in the winter weather. We traveled back to Kansas City to clean out my apartment. Before we made the trek back to Chicago, we enjoyed a delightful dinner with Myron and Helen. There were only a few cases that Myron needed to wrap up, then he would officially close the office. He and Helen planned to fly to Paris. Thrilled to finally meet both Dylan and Nick in person, they spent hours discussing construction companies and artifacts.

  Helen joined me on a trip to the ladies room and I was flabbergasted when she pulled me aside and asked what it was like to be loved by two men at once. I was sure our girlish giggles could be heard throughout the lush restaurant, and my face burned when I told her it was beyond incredible. While it was harder than I expected to say good-bye to them, Dylan and Nick extended the invitation for them to stay with us when their travels brought them to Chicago. It helped ease my feeling of loss. After reassuring us they would, I shared one final but poignant embrace with them both.

  As soon as we breeched the door of our hotel suite, Dylan and Nick began stripping off my clothes. A tingle of excitement zipped up my spine and a smile spread over my lips. I was hopelessly lost when they undressed me with such tender care.

  “I hope I’m as good a boss as Myron,” Nick smiled as he loosened his tie.

  “You’re a wonderful boss, I’m sure,” I placated, helping slide his tie free and unbuttoning his crisp shirt.

  “Would you like to take some dictation to find out, little one?”

  “It’s a conference call, so you’ll have to take it from both of us,” Dylan announced, swaggering out of the bathroom.

  “I’m assuming I won’t need a note pad or pen, Sirs?” I asked with a saucy grin.

  “No, you won’t, kitten. It’s all going to be by memory.”

  With a sassy wink, I eased to my knees and spread my legs in proper submission fashion.

  “Your preparation is luscious, Miss Carson. Now let’s see if you can handle the work load,” Nick growled in a hungry voice.

  “Whatever you slam me with, Mr. Masters, I’m sure I will fulfill my duties.”

  I bit back a giggle. I’d so wanted to call him Master Masters, but wasn’t sure he’d find it half as funny as I did. Peeking up beneath my lashes, I watched Dylan undress. The thick muscles on his arms rippled and bulged, and a contented sigh escaped my lips when his hard cock sprang from his trousers.

  “I see you’re getting comfortable for this round of dictation, Mr. Thomas.”

  “Indeed I am, kitten. I don’t want anything to hinder your expert oral abilities.”

  Six months ago, I never would have imagined engaging in any type of role play, much less doing it as I served two Masters. So much had happened in such a short amount of time, it sometimes felt as if I’d taken over someone else’s life. Or maybe it was because I had changed so much, opened myself up for new experiences knowing I was safe and protected by their unconditional love. The need to please them had grown exponentially. Nothing I’d read in the past about the lifestyle had brought it full circle. But living it day in and day out, I understood the meaning of the power exchange…the meaning of my submission.

  “You know, Sirs, this would be a whole lot more realistic if you allowed me to get dressed again.”

  “No!” They both barked at the same time.

  “Alrighty, then.” I smirked.

  “Wipe that devilish smile off your face, Miss Carson, and present yourself for inspection,” Nick growled, stepping closer as he stroked his impressive thickness. “We’ll need to see if you’re up to the task we have designed for you.”

  I raised my ass high in the air then slid my arms above my head, lowering my forehead to the carpet.

  “Well, well… what do you know,” Dylan tsked as he swiped his fingers up my exposed center. “Slick, hot and seeping already, Miss Carson?”

  “Yes, Mr. Thomas,” I replied, wishing he’d glide his fingers over me one more time.

  “Explain why you’re wet?” Dylan asked as he drew indiscriminate patterns with his fingertips over the cheeks of my ass.

  “You excite me, Sirs.”

  “We excite you, hrmm? And when did this first start happening, Miss Carson?” Nick inquired brushing his cock down my spine.

  “Since the first time I saw you both.” It wasn’t a line I’d devised for the role play, it was the truth.

  “Do you have fantasies about us?” Dylan’s lips tugged in a sensual smile as his finger enticed tiny tremors to ripple through me.

  “All the time, Sir.”

  “Te
ll us about them, Miss Carson, and don’t leave a single detail out,” Nick whispered close to my ear.

  “Oh, please,” I mewled, wishing they’d just shut up and fuck me.

  “Tell us, princess,” Dylan cajoled before he plunged two fingers deep in my core.

  “Ahhhh, that Sir. I dreamed about your fingers, your tongues and your cocks. Devouring me. Claiming me. Driving deep inside my pussy and ass.”

  “Is that what you want us to do, Miss Carson?” Nick asked with a soft chuckle.

  “Yes, Sir. Please. All that and more.”

  “More? Do tell, Miss Carson. Obviously you’ve thought of more than us simply filling your tight little cunt and ass.”

  “Oh gawd, please Sir.”

  “Tell us,” Dylan ordered as he withdrew his fingers and slapped my ass.

  “That, Master…errr I mean Sir. Spank me. Hard. Fuck me. Hard.”

  They’d driven me half out of my mind. The room was thick with sexual tension. My tunnel contracted against the emptiness. It was maddening.

  “You want us to use you, Miss Carson? Is that what you’re saying?” Dylan asked as his thick thumbs spread my labia.

  “Ahhhh, yes Master. Please. Please don’t stop.” I cried as he drove his tongue deep inside my quivering center.

  “Stunning,” Nick whispered from somewhere beside me. His silky hair fanned over my back. His fingers gripped my mane, raising my head from the floor. “On all fours, girl. I need to feel my cock sliding down your throat.”

  Dylan spread the cheeks of my ass and I growled like an animal when his soft tongue swirled over my exposed asshole.

  “Oh God, Master,” I whimpered at the lewd sensations crawling up my spine.

  “You like Dylan’s tongue on your tight puckered hole, girl?” Nick asked in a low, sultry voice.

  “Yes, Master. Yes. More, oh god, please.”

  Gliding his tongue in and out, over and around, Dylan sent me spinning on a carousel of carnal splendor. The ride so sublime, I never wanted it to end.

  Nick knelt in front of me. His angry shaft wept and I couldn’t take my eyes of the enticing pearl poised on the crest.

  “Take me in your mouth, little one. Worship your Master’s cock.”

  Butterflies swooped in a tumultuous tumble. They’d put the role play to rest and awakened my fantasies with their dominant command.

  Opening wide, I swallowed him to the base, delighting in the groan of pleasure that rumbled from his russet chest. Nick’s curses floated in the air as I swirled my tongue along the smooth, sensitive ring beneath his purple crown.

  “My sweet slut, you keep doing that thing with your tongue and this is going to be over before it begins,” he warned before thrusting his hips and gliding to the back of my throat.

  Dylan’s fingers delved deep into my core and his thumb burnished my swollen clit. All the while, he danced his decadent tongue over the sensitive ribbed flesh of my ass. Nick wasn’t the only one who was primed for detonation. Dylan had me on the cusp of release in seconds flat. Trying to focus my attention on the driving cock in my mouth was futile. Keening out in muffled cries of distress, I wiggled my hips. I was going to topple over if Dylan didn’t ease up a bit. His only response was a low chuckle that vibrated over my puckered hole, catapulting me even higher. Struggling to contain the blistering orgasm bubbling too close to the surface I disengaged my mouth from Nick’s cock with an audible pop.

  “I can’t hold it, Masters. Please. It’s too big.”

  “Not yet, kitten,” Dylan growled as he breeched my electrified rim with the tip of his tongue.

  Nick gripped my mane and invaded my mouth with his turgid shaft once again. White flashes of light detonated behind my closed eyelids and I surrendered to the blinding release. My body thrashed and spasmed, consumed by the powerful explosion, I knew my failure to hold back was going to cost me…something big.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Nick held my lips to the base of his cock, releasing a thunderous cry as he showered my throat with thick ropes of come. My spasms began to subside as I swallowed his milky seed. Dylan moved away for a brief moment then returned to slam his cock deep into my quivering pussy.

  As Dylan glided his finger to my hypersensitized clit, I squealed as I cleaned the remnants of come from Nick’s silky shaft. Dylan drove mercilessly into my simmering core as if he had a point to make. It was unusual for him to be so punishing and rough, but it turned me on like a freaking light bulb.

  “You didn’t have permission, kitten. So now you get to keep coming and coming until we’ve decided you’ve had enough.”

  Nick pulled from my mouth. “Keep sucking, sweet slut. I want to be nice and hard when I fuck your ass after Dylan explodes in your cunt.”

  Oh God. They’re going to fuck me to death.

  “So. Fucking. Hot. And. Tight.” Dylan choked out with each thrust.

  Dylan danced his fingers in a lurid waltz over my clit, driving me up the craggy peak once again. My tunnel clenched around his driving shaft as I continued to plunge up and down over Nick’s turgid shaft. Without warning, Nick yanked his stalk from my mouth and stood. I heard the sound of a condom wrapper rustling as Dylan gripped my hips, driving into my pussy with brutal force. All at once he froze as I was seized by another powerful orgasm. We shattered together, our cries of rapture intertwined.

  As Dylan spilled into the latex barrier, I dropped my head to the carpet, gasping for breath as my powerful orgasm subsided. Dylan eased from my core and dropped to the floor beside me. But before I could steady my breathing, Nick spread his broad hand over the small of my back. A glob of cold lube landed over my anus. Without a word, his broad crest began to pierce my tender tissue. Pain and pressure exploded as my delicate ring tightened in denial.

  “Master!” I screamed. Pain stabbed like a thousand needles as he continued pressing, intent on gaining access. He’d not prepared me in the usual way and my mind waged war with my body as Nick continued to wedge his shaft into my unyielding ass.

  “Open for me, little one. Take my cock.” Landing his broad hand over my orbs in a succession of hard slaps, I felt electrified and dazed and bombarded with sensations I couldn’t process. Gripping the carpet, I was desperate to find an anchor as my body spiraled into another dimension.

  Lust and demand ripped through me like a panther’s claw.

  “Yes, fuck yes!” I yelled when Nick’s bulbous crown breached my screaming ring. “Harder Master, fuck me harder. Give me all of your thick, hard cock.”

  “Fuck me,” Dylan mumbled, kneeling beside me to pluck my nipples and my hungry clit. “Tell him more, Savannah. Tell him how you like it, baby. Tell him how good it feels.”

  “Dylan,” Nick roared.

  “No worries bro, I’m hard as granite just listening to her talk like this.” Dylan said with a soft laugh.

  “Thank Christ,” Nick growled. “Talk to me, sweet slut. Tell me how you want it, baby.”

  Struggling against Nick’s fierce hold of my hips, I bucked hard, forcing his cock to drive deep where I needed him. “Please, Master. Please. I need you deep, and rough. Hammer me, please. I can’t take this. Don’t hold back, please. Take me hard and fast. I need…I need to feel your balls slapping my pussy.”

  As more lurid words tumbled from my lips, I begged Nick to defile me in every way known to man. Lost in a free fall of lust, I’d never spoken in such brazen fashion. It was if I was possessed by their carnal need, unable to temper the consuming demand they bred within.

  I met each of his solid thrusts with my own brutal slams. With all inhibitions tossed aside, I fucked him like an animal. Wild. Willing. Unrestrained.

  “Rub her clit, man. I’ve got an idea.” Dylan announced as he jumped up and hurried away.

  “Hurry,” Nick barked. “I’m not going to last. Her ass is too tight, too fucking perfect.”

  As Nick pounded deep in my ass, he circled his fingers over my clit. I’d stopped wondering how they could draw so many or
gasms as another one sliced through me. And as my muscles constricted around Nick’s shaft, an inhuman cry tore from his throat. I could feel his spasms along the tender walls of my clutching tunnel as he filled the condom.

  As he released his biting grip of my hips and eased from my ass, my legs gave out. Melting against the carpet, I gasped and panted as my body continued to hum.

  “Not yet, kitten. You still have an orgasm to atone for,” Dylan chided as he flipped me over and positioned two high-backed chairs near my feet.

  Blinking through a haze of sexual vapor, I watched as Dylan hoisted each of my legs onto the chairs then secured my ankles to the wooden rungs with the rope from our toy bag.

  I sighed at his sexy dimple as a devilish smile spread across his lips, then blinked and gasped as he held up the big electric vibe.

  “Oh yes, kitten. Forced orgasms.”

  “But, Master…”

  Before I could beg for mercy, Dylan flipped the switch and pressed the vibe against my clit. Nick reappeared and gripped my wrists, smiling as he secured my arms above my head. Bound and splayed, I was helpless and at their mercy--a mercy I knew they would not grant. The toy burned. I writhed beneath its droning assault.

  “You always have a safe word, little one,” Nick soothed, as he captured both my wrists in one of his beefy paws. He used his other hand to pluck and pinch my nipples, one after the other.

  Dylan coxed another blistering orgasm with the fiendish toy and I screamed, my torso levitating off the floor. My clit was on fire but he kept the toy pressed against it, soaring me up and over, again and again.

  Time had ceased to exist. My mind refused to process anything other than the endless loop of orgasms. My voice was gone; my screams conveyed on strangled whispers. Sweaty and limp, my muscles and limbs had long surpassed their ability to work, and still my Masters demanded more. The multitude of orgasms rolled one into another, no longer defined. Tears spilled from beneath my lids, my eyes no longer able to focus.