All He Desires: The Complete Series (22 page)

I whimpered when one of them started to untie the ribbons of my corset. I did my best to ignore how desperate both their hands were as they started to undress me and I gave Trevor all I had. Sucking and licking until I could sense his spine straightening. As he held his breath.

I backed off a bit. Switched targets so I was sucking Samuel and stroking Trevor with my hand. With every stroke—every taste—I imagined their heads falling back and the amazing sound they'd make in bed right before submitting to their impending bliss.

I swallowed. Squirmed.
I want to hear that.
I wanted them to moan. To cry out and whisper my name. Deep down, I knew it wouldn't happen, and just hoping for it when Jake was only one room away felt wrong on so many levels.

But he wants you to play with them.
Not to finish, though. Back when I was an escort, Jake was the only client I finished for. I couldn't change that now, no matter how much I wanted both Doms to hold me down and have their way with me.
Real life doesn't work like that.

Doms were gentle giants compared to the reputation they received, and I'd never ask them to go against their own morals.
Not like you have a choice.
They might not have been my master, but they still held the control, and I gave them my submission without hesitation. 

I gasped when Trevor reached down under my skirt. He pushed my panties over to one side so he could part my pussy lips. He made a sound of approval and, with Samuel's help, quickly removed my corset now that it was loose enough to do so.

Both men stopped me from what I was doing, removing temptation by taking a step back and pulling up their pants. Icy panic swept through my veins as I looked from one blank face to the other. Whatever control I thought they'd lost while I pleased them was back in full force.

"Stand up," Samuel ordered, gently pulling on my hair as there was nothing else he could possibly hold on to. "Over there." He gestured to the sofa, and I walked the few feet it took for me to reach the very edge of it. After removing what was left of my clothes, he said, "Lie down. Legs apart."

I did as he asked, shivering from the cool air that surrounded us. The fire Jake had started was down to a few embers, but it was more than enough to keep me warm—most of the time.
Not now.
My chilled skin prickled under Samuel's touch as he situated himself above my head, leaning in to kiss me on the lips.

His fingers trailed down the sides of my ribs, causing my hairs to stand on end as he got closer to my breasts. My back arched away from the cushions when someone—Trevor I assumed—thrust a finger inside my wet cunt, beckoning my G-spot as Samuel deepened our kiss.

Being taken by one Dom was overwhelming enough, but I never realized how extreme it would be if I were ever to share my bed with two of them. With every moan silenced by Samuel's lips, Trevor pushed his fingers in even deeper. Harder.

Flame heated my cheeks as I fought to keep my head above water. I didn't dare open my eyes. It felt though the room had rolled over and, in a few seconds, we'd all fall to the ground.

My body jerked uncontrollably when Trevor closed his lips around my clit, licking at it in tune with his fingers against my G-spot. Inside my pussy. Against my pussy lips. Their hands were everywhere. I could vaguely feel Trevor's hands on my breasts, his fingers pinching, tugging and twisting my nipples. But with every sensation they gave me, another was taken away.

I no longer felt the sofa beneath me. Warm and cold didn't exist. All I knew for sure was what they were doing with their hands. Their fingers.
Oh God!
Their lips.

"I..." I opened my mouth. Closed it and swallowed. But every time I tried to say something, either Samuel would silence me with a kiss, or Trevor would steal my breath away as he pushed me even closer to climax. "I'm...please...my master..."

As the first tremors of an orgasm shot through me, a small thought came to mind.
Can I finish without Jake's permission?
More importantly, if I could, did I need to ask for it from Trevor or Samuel?

I ground my teeth and screwed my eyes tight. "Please," I begged.

Trevor pressed harder against my G-spot. "Hmmm, I don't know, what do you think Samuel? Think she can hold it back?"

Samuel smiled against my lips. Broke our kiss, probably to nod to Trevor, for in the next instant they both stepped away from me.

Breathless and a little lost, I opened my eyes. The room seemed a lot brighter than I remembered, and while they hadn't given me permission to let go, I wasn't disappointed. Jake was still in the house, possibly waiting for us in the dungeon, and he hadn't had a turn with me yet.

"Think you can stand?" Samuel asked, helping me to my feet. He kept a hand around my waist, and Trevor did the same when my knees buckled. "Hmm, I guess not."

"It's a good thing she won't have to, then," Trevor mused aloud as they guided me toward the stairs leading down into the dungeon. They stopped before we reached the first step. "Jake should be ready for us now."

With their support, I took a cautious step. Another. Then another. But I couldn't possibly prepare myself for what I saw next.

Jake.
In his suit. Hands behind his back, one of which appeared to be holding a flogger.
They aren't done with you let.
Given how different the dungeon looked, they were just getting started.

B
linking past my delirium and the aftershocks of an orgasm that never happened, I took in my surroundings. Most of the things in Jake's dungeon had either been moved or taken out of the main room. Well, everything that wasn't nailed down. The Saint Andrew's cross was in the same place it had always been, but the rest of the room was bare save for a small table with a stack of papers on it behind Jake.

I frowned at the papers, immediately reminded of the ones I'd seen him sorting through on the kitchen counter.
It's a script.
It had to be. I'd read about scripts before, or couples planning out scenes. In fact, Jake and I had planned a few already. But when a third party was involved, a script would've definitely made it easier to keep track of who was supposed to do what.

Jake looked down at me as we stood a few feet apart. Assured I could stand on my own, Trevor and Samuel released me and stepped to either side of us, taking on a pose very similar to Jake's.

"On your knees," Jake ordered, gesturing to the space at his feet where a towel had been folded for my comfort.

I furrowed my brow and did as he asked, kneeling before him with my head bowed. I placed my hands behind my back. Someone moved. There was no way for me to tell, for certain, if it was Jake who had moved, or one of the other two Doms joining us.

I closed my eyes and eased my breathing as I listened to the movement around me. I was used to Jake's intimidation, but this time, he didn't circle around me. He stayed perfectly still.

"Trevor and Samuel are here this evening to witness something I've never had the opportunity to do myself," Jake said, grabbing my attention. He took a step toward me and lifted my chin. "Kira, open your eyes."

I met his gaze, and as it softened, I started to relax.

"You kept asking me earlier what was wrong." He shook his head. "It's not so much what's wrong but rather what's missing. I'm sure by now you've noticed how empty the room is, but it's for a good reason."

I looked to Trevor and Samuel again as each one stood at my sides. Like before, they didn't speak, bowing their heads as Jake continued.

"Not once has a sub ever obeyed me the way you have. Nor has she ever claimed my heart. But you, Kira, you do this and so much more every single day. Are you uncomfortable?"

"Yes, Master."

"Then let us continue." He nodded to both Trevor and Samuel as one of them went to stand beside him. Jake passed the flogger to Samuel and reached behind him for the stack of papers before turning back toward me. "Kira, do you know what the meaning of a collaring is?"

I thought back on the things I'd read, but shook my head. "I'm sorry, Master, but no, I don't think I do."

"You've seen the piece of jewelry Marisa wears around her neck at all times, have you not?"

I hadn't really thought about it until now, but I did remember seeing some silver around her neck. "Yes, Master."

"That isn't an ordinary necklace. It's a collar—a symbol of her obedience to Devlin and his bond to her. In a way, it's very similar to a wedding ring. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"The reason I had Trevor and Samuel come here tonight is so we have witnesses. Some choose to do this in private, but I feel it's better if someone accompanies us. Sadly, Marisa was unavailable. Otherwise she would've loved to have been here as well."

She's probably not coming because you still haven't told Jake that you're—

"Kira?"

I looked up at him. "Hmm?"

"Pay attention. I'm only going to say this once."

"Sorry, Master."

"Trevor, if you could be so kind."

Trevor dug into his pocket and handed Jake a length of braided leather, which Jake then held between us.

"Do you recognize this?" Jake asked, holding the collar so I could see.

It may have had a few things added to it, but yes, I did recognize it. In fact, it was one of the collars I'd made to accompany a mask, then lost.
Well, I guess I know where that went.

"I hope you don't mind," Jake said, "but I added a few things to make it more personal."

I inspected the dark leather and the silver clasps at the back. The front held a tag with a three-pointed Celtic knot on it. "And this symbol, Master...what's it for?"

"What I require of you. Many years ago, when  a couple would marry, the vows included to love, honor and obey. Sadly, over the years, the requirement of obedience was removed from those vows. However, to obey is a large part of what we do, and because of that, we've reverted to the old vows." He got a distant look on his face, and sniffed sharply before he continued. "By accepting this collar, you vow to love, honor and obey me. And by giving it to you, I promise to protect, cherish and respect you. I shall never ask you to change who you are, though I may shape you into who you might become. Do you understand?"

The backs of my eyes stung, and I swallowed hard.
He's asking you to commit to him.
I couldn't believe it.
Technically, you already have.
We hadn't even talked about marriage yet, and while I was sure it would be a hot topic once he found out I was pregnant, I hadn't even—

"Kira, there you go again."

"Sorry, Master. It's just that..."
Keep it together, Kira.
I couldn't. Not when he was pledging his vows to me and I hadn't been honest with him.

Sensing I was overwhelmed, Jake gestured for Trevor and Samuel to take a few steps back. He set the collar and his papers on the floor, and then knelt in front of me. He lifted my chin and wiped the tears from my face before drawing me into his arms.

"I didn't mean to spring this on, and I'm sorry if it feels like I have," Jake said. "We can wait. I just thought—"

"No," I said, clinging to him. "It isn't anything you've done, Master. It's...I..."

So much for whatever's written on those pages.
No doubt I'd just interrupted some elaborate speech he had planned.

I couldn't breathe, and the lump in my throat made it damn near impossible to swallow. But Jake was patient, sitting with me until I'd calmed.

Lowering my voice, I spoke the one word I never wanted him to hear. "Pregnant."

He scooped me up in his arms, and just like that, the tension in his shoulders lifted. He sighed, likely around his relief, as he rocked me. "That's wonderful news," he said, almost crying. "When? How long?" He placed a hand on my stomach even though there wasn't anything there yet.

He didn't ask how it was possible or why the birth control hadn't worked. He wasn't upset. He was...happy.

I wiped at my eyes and leaned back so I could look at him. "You...you aren't mad?"

"Mad?" He almost laughed. "Why would I be mad?"

"Because I...I was on the pill and—"

"It's just a precaution, but it isn't preventative. How long have you known this?"

Realizing it was safe to join us again, Trevor and Samuel returned to their places as we spoke.

Nausea crept up the back of my throat, which I quickly forced back down. "A few days."

"And Marisa?"

I nodded. "She knows too."

"Is that why you went to see her today?"

"No. I actually went to see the doctor today. I saw Marisa earlier this week." I bowed my head. "I'm sorry I didn't say anything sooner. I wanted to be sure, but when I got home, you were so excited for tonight that I—"

"That you pushed it to the side." He nodded. "So, that stomach bug?"

"Morning sickness."

"I see." Jake cleared his throat and got back to his feet. "Well then, that's reason enough for a celebration."

I shivered when he picked the collar off the floor.

"Are you okay to continue?" Jake asked, unable to hide the joy and relief in his voice.

"I am, Master."

He rolled his shoulders back and tried to give me the sternest look he could manage, which wasn't very effective at all. I tried not to laugh. "Do you promise to love, honor and obey so long as this bond remains?"

"Yes, Master." He glanced at my stomach, likely thinking of the bond we'd share once the baby was born. "Bow your head."

I did, trembling as much from his delicate touch on my skin as the amount of time I'd spent on my knees. He kissed the back of my neck. Behind my ear. Then, very gently, he clipped the collar around my neck, smiling when I finally looked up at him. Jake held out his hand to Samuel, taking the flogger away from him before stepping behind me. 

He unhooked my hands and pressed his palm against my back, straightening my posture before hitting the flogger on either of my shoulders. He then passed it over to Samuel, who did the same thing before leaving Trevor to apply the final strokes to my back.