Whatever Master Wishes (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Cooper McKenzie

  Knowing what he needed, Shea sucked harder on Vincent’s cock, trying to take it deeper even as she tried to rock her hips between Ethan’s pelvis and the table.

  “Good, huh?” Vincent ground out as his hands began to rub up and down her back in long, strong strokes that did little to help her relax.

  “Oh, hell yeah,” Ethan said as he began to slowly pull his cock out until only the head remained inside the ring of her ass.

  Without the chance to recover from her last orgasm, her body’s arousal meter hit overload. Shea pulled off her Master’s cock long enough to whine, “Masters. Please. Move,” before diving back down Vincent’s shaft and sucking even harder. At the same time she fought Ethan’s hands that were pressing her hips tight to the table, forcing her to keep her hips still.

  As if her words cut the leads on a pair of wild stallions, the men began to move, one surging into her ass as the other pulled back from her throat. Then they reversed direction. She relaxed into their movements, allowing them to use her as they would. She moved her ass up and down as Ethan moved in and out.

  She was so intent on giving the Masters their pleasure, when Ethan reached around her leg and began to stroke her clit, her orgasm slammed over her. She screamed as she came, her mouth and ass tightening, sending a combination pleasure and pain through her that shot a second, even stronger bolt of orgasmic electricity through her.

  “Coming,” Vincent growled softly as his life fluids pulsed over her tongue. She swallowed instinctively, to which he groaned and panted in response.

  Ethan cried out as he slammed into her ass twice more before adding his fluids to the burning heat in her back passage. He continued playing with her clit, which had her continuing to convulse on the table as conscious thought slipped away and everything in her relaxed into the blackness.

  * * * *

  When mind and body came back online, Shea found herself in the dorm room lying on the bed, alone. Her collar had been hooked to the leash, which in turn was attached to the headboard though her arms and legs remained free. The comforter once again covered her completely, and the door to the room had been closed. She shifted on the bed and felt the crinkle of paper under her right hip. Reaching down, she retrieved the piece of paper. Holding it up so she could read it, she giggled.

  The note in Vincent’s hand was short and to the point. Called out. Stay warm. Rest up. Love you.

  Since there was nothing else she could do, Shea rolled over and went back to sleep.

  * * * *

  Knowing what was waiting for them back at the station, Asher tried to hurry through the accident cleanup process. But the tow truck driver did not seem to have the same motivation as he took what felt like forever to get the compact car loaded. The driver’s father had arrived just after they had and dealt with the police and taken his son home.

  His cock throbbing with every heartbeat, Asher forced himself to walk away to keep from yelling at everyone else who was not in the same hurry he was. At the back of the pumper and out of sight of everyone, he pounded out his frustration using the top of the truck’s bumper.

  He was so focused on pounding out his frustration he jumped when Vincent said, “Open your pants, rook, and show me your cock. It better be long and hard.”

  Smiling, rook turned to face his Master. Opening his turnout jacket and pants, he unzipped his uniform pants. He sucked a breath as he fished out his cock though the cold air did nothing to cool the arousal he felt just thinking about the woman they had left back at the station.

  “Good boy.” The Master reached out and slapped the head, causing rook to suck a breath as he fought the urge to howl with his need. “Stop thinking about pet and get your ass back to work so we can go home.”

  Nodding, Asher moved to tuck his cock away.

  “No, leave it,” Vincent said, the Dom tone strong in his soft voice. “Other people may be slow as molasses in January, but that’s no reason for you to lose patience and beat on my truck. Now you have a choice. You can jerk off here and now and not take part of the foursome I’m planning, or you can close up your turnouts and get back to work. Either way on the way back to the station, you will fill your Master in on your behavior.”

  “Yes, Cap.”

  Standing with his cock exposed to the cold air did nothing to shrink his hard-on as he made the decision. Closing his turnouts, he moaned as the pants rubbed against his cock, causing him to walk more bowlegged than normal. He walked back to the accident site ahead of Vincent.

  “Rookie, you have to get better at compartmentalizing things. When you’re out on a call, you have to concentrate on the job at hand and nothing else. After the job is done and the emergency over, then you can think about other things. Like a well-fucked, naked woman chained to a bed and how good it will be when the three of us take her together. Or maybe the three of us will take you together.”

  Asher moaned at the visuals that came to him from Vincent’s description. “Yes, Cap.”

  It was another twenty minutes before they were able to leave the scene and head back to the firehouse. As Ethan drove, Vincent sat in the backseat dictating his report into the digital recorder he kept in his turnout jacket pocket. Once they were back at the station, he would plug the recorder into his laptop and his voice recognition software program would type the report up in less than a minute. He would then copy it into the official form and edit it before filing it.

  While he had hoped to avoid talking to his Master out here, Vincent and Ethan had other ideas. Could this be another way of keeping him off-balance as they had done all shift?

  “Cap said you have something to tell me?” Ethan asked through the headsets wired into their helmets that allowed them to communicate while working.

  “Um, yes, Sir,” Asher said before stopping, not sure how to continue.

  “Well? Get on with it, slave,” Ethan ordered after several long, silent, tension-filled moments.

  Taking a deep breath, Asher started talking, relaying his feelings and actions quickly without naming names or going into the specifics of his thoughts. He finished with an apology then shut his mouth, held his breath, and waited. Would Master deny him relief for the erection that had returned while the two Masters had enjoyed spit-roasting pet?

  He opened his mouth to speak, though he had no idea what he was going to say. Before he could speak, Ethan said, “Thank you for telling me. Learning to block out everything to focus on the job at hand is a challenge we will have to work on but not tonight. Tonight is for enjoying the special treat Cap brought to share with us.”

  * * * *

  When they returned to the station, Vincent climbed from the truck and stripped off his turnouts. He automatically hung his coat from the ladder, which led to the roof, then set his pants and boots up so they were ready for the next time they were called out. Hopefully he would be able to put them away in the morning without having to use them again this shift.

  Once he was done, he slid his recorder into his pocket and turned toward the dorm side of the building. “I’m going to check on pet and maybe get a nap in. Wake me in an hour and we can figure out something for dinner,” he said to Ethan as he passed him.

  The other man nodded then followed Asher toward the break room. No doubt they would take the time to kick back and sleep as well.

  Though he had come several times already, his shaft stiffened once more as he opened the door to the room where he had left his woman sleeping. Stepping inside, he smiled as he saw her curled up in the bed, hugging her pillow close to her chest as she slept.

  After setting the alarm on his phone, he lifted the covers and slid into bed. He left several inches between him and the sleeping woman as he waited for his clothes to warm up. He waited a few minutes for his clothing to warm before he eased closer until her back pressed against his front. Wrapping his arms around his sleeping woman, he took a deep breath and willed himself to relax. It took less than a minute for him to join his pet in slumber.

  * *
* *

  Shea woke with a smile. Strong arms held her back against a familiar hard body. At some point while she was asleep, Master had joined her on the twin bed. His hold was tight as usual, and she knew if she tried to move away, he would wake. That was the last thing she wanted, to disturb him in his sleep.

  “I love you, Vincent.”

  She whispered the words to her sleeping man that she could not say when he was awake. She then forced herself to lie still in his arms until a phone chirped, sounding overly loud in the silent room.

  Instantly the arms around her tightened as Vincent took a deep breath. “Hello, pet,” he murmured.

  “Sleep well, Master?” she asked as she pressed her ass back against his erection.

  “Yeah,” he answered before pulling his arms from around her and sitting up. “Did you sleep well?”

  Shea stretched and rolled from the bed, jerking to a halt when she reached the limit of her leash. Sitting back down with a thump, she giggled. “I slept good. Too good for too long, I think. I’ll never sleep tonight.”

  Vincent chuckled as he rose from the bed. “Don’t you worry about that. That’s why I’m here. For now, you need to put this on,” he said, handing her the shirt he had packed for her to wear.

  “Will you let me wear it for more than three minutes?”

  Vincent smiled, looking predatory as he looked her up and down. “Depends on how well you behave. Now hold still.”

  He unhooked her leash from her collar. He then detached the leash from the bed before he hooked it back onto her collar.

  Shea slipped on the shirt and buttoned the three buttons as her Master straightened his own clothes. Once they were both ready, he slipped her leash to his wrist then took her hand in his and threaded their fingers together. “Shall we wake up the boys?”

  “Whatever Master wishes,” Shea said as she followed Master from the bedroom.

  Chapter 8

  After a comfortable dinner of vegetable soup and grilled cheese sandwiches, during which she was allowed to keep her shirt on, Shea was surprised the three men’s thoughts and actions did not immediately turn to sex. Instead, Master Vincent unhooked her leash from her collar.

  “We’ve got some work to do. Why don’t you go watch the news and check out the DVD collection,” he said, kissing her cheek.

  She nodded and settled into one of the six recliners angled to face the flat screen television in the corner. Her attentions divided themselves between catching up on the news and watching the men as they worked. Master Ethan and rook dealt with cleaning the kitchen until it sparkled before walking out into the bay and working there, while her Master worked at the desk, first on his personal laptop and then the station’s computer.

  It took them a couple hours, but they finished about the same time and joined her in the television room. Master pulled her out of the chair she was curled up in and took her place. He then tugged her hand until she sat in his lap with her legs pointed toward the other two men.

  She expected things to quickly turn to sex once again. Master surprised her when he directed rook to find a DVD for them to watch. The younger man did as ordered, and soon they were watching the latest Sherlock Holmes movie, which Shea had not yet seen.

  Master held her securely in his lap, not releasing her when rook brought them a bag of popcorn and a bottle of water. Instead, he fed her between taking bites himself. She ate from his fingers, licking the salt, and felt she should move to kneel at his feet, as was her place. Master did not seem concerned with the rules and protocols she usually lived under.

  By the time the movie ended, his hands had begun to explore her body and slowly arouse her. He eventually worked the buttons free and pushed her shirt off her shoulders and down her arms until it fell to the floor. His attention never seemed to waver from the screen where the all-news-all-the-time channel had taken the place of the movie. She sighed when he cupped his left hand over her mound with his fingertips just reaching her entrance.

  “Mmmm, so warm,” he murmured in her ear. “Are you wet, too, my beautiful pet?”

  Shea nodded without looking at him, her cheeks burning and her pussy clenching at his words. “Yes, Master, I am getting wet.”

  “And I’m hard and wanting to play. I’m going to come in your sexy ass while you ride Master Ethan and rook fills your mouth with his cock. Would you like that?” Vincent said.

  She moaned her wordless assent as his free hand cupped her breast and began to pluck at her nipple. She arched into his touch when his thumbnail began to scritch across the peak of the knotted up flesh.

  “Pet, answer my question,” he said, his soft voice growing stern.

  Shea had to take a deep breath to focus her splintering thoughts. “Yes, Master. I’d like that.”

  “Like what, little girl?” Master Ethan asked.

  It took Shea a long moment before she was able to meet his eyes. “I’d like to ride you and suck on rook while Master is in my ass, Sir.”

  “Damn, sounds like a plan to me,” Ethan said. “Can we lock it down now, Cap?”

  She looked back and saw a calculating look on Master’s face. He was planning something that would push her boundaries even further than taking on three men at once.

  “Yeah, shut it down,” he said as he reattached her leash to her collar. “Now, sweet pet, the only choice you have is where you would like to play? Here? The dorm room? Or maybe in the cab of the pumper?”

  The fact that he would think of having a threesome in the fire truck had her shrugging her shoulders. “Whatever Master wishes,” she whispered after turning herself into his chest and burying her face into the side of his neck.

  “Hmmm, what does Master wish?” he asked softly as his fingers stroked between her legs, driving her closer to the edge of her sanity with each touch. “Ethan, check the doors and cut all the lights. Leave the emergencies in the bay and the hall light in the dorm on. Rook, bring the mattress from the volunteer room to the bay along with a couple of blankets. We’ll meet you in the showers in five.”

  “Yes, Sir,” the two men responded as they stood and walked out of the room.

  Vincent held her for another minute before nudging her to stand up. After turning off the television, he handed her back her shirt then motioned for her to slip it on. When she moved her fingers to the buttons, he shook his head, forbidding her from closing the front of the shirt.

  Holding her leash loosely in one hand, he stopped and typed something into the computer before turning out the lights in the break room and leading her out into the now dimly lit truck bay. She walked beside him, keeping his body between hers and the big glass doors that looked out onto the street. The mattress was already lying on the floor behind the big truck, which would hide them from the street, she hoped.

  Once they were in the dorm, she relaxed as he led the way to the volunteer room where he grabbed his clothes and two towels from his sports bag. Then they went down the hall, and he pushed through the door she recognized as the bathroom. Water was already running as he unbuckled her collar and laid it on the counter.

  As he bent to untie his boots, he waved her to the toilets. “Use it if you need it,” he said.

  By the time she had finished and stepped out of the stall, he was naked, his cock once again long and thick with a wet, crimson head. She crossed to him, wanting to touch him, but as she reached out, he took hold of her hand and grabbed their towels, which he hung up just inside a wide, open doorway. Then he led her into a room with a half dozen showerheads set at regular intervals around the room.

  At the far side of the room, Ethan and his rook were plastered together from the knees up, kissing and rubbing their wet, soapy bodies together as water flowed down over them.

  “Oh my,” Shea breathed as she watched them continue making out.

  Vincent stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her. The one around her middle pulled her back until his cock pressed between her ass cheeks while the other slid down her body to c
up her mound. He used two fingers to pull her labia apart and then stroked the middle one up and down the valley between and over her clit, causing her to shiver and cant her hips for a better connection.

  “Come on, pet. Let’s get cleaned up.” With that, he guided her to the closest showerhead and turned it on.

  Shea squealed long and loud when the ice-cold water rained over her, but Master would not let her move from under the spray. Instead, he moved his hands up the front of her body and lifted her breasts into the spray. The icy water on her front and the heat of Master’s body pressing against her back sent her body into a vortex of growing need.

  When his hands shifted and he began to pinch and roll her nipples with a strong touch, she dropped her head back onto his shoulder and allowed the tactile overload to flow through her to settle deep in her pelvis just behind her clit. Only when the water had warmed did Master release her.

  He grabbed a bar of soap from the shelf on the wall and quickly washed them both. After they rinsed off, he pulled her under the spray once again, and following Ethan’s lead, he began making out with her. Turning so he was between her and the water, he soaped up several fingers once more then slid the bar down between the globes of her ass before dropping it to the floor. Then he began to stretch her back hole out.

  When he had three fingers buried deep in her and she was moaning for more, he tore his lips from hers to look across the room. “Let’s go,” he ordered.

  Leaving his fingers in place, he guided her out of the shower and used his free hand to try to dry them both off. The other men followed and after drying themselves off, joined in the fun of rubbing towels all over Shea, drying her off as they drove her arousal until she was nearly out of her mind with need. Then, with Ethan’s help, Master Vincent replaced her collar around her neck.

  She was panting and mewling for more when they pulled away. In seconds, they had pulled on nearly identical outfits of navy blue T-shirts with the department logo over their hearts and black sweatpants. Vincent somehow managed to get his pants on one-handed.