Essential Master (Doms of Napa Valley) (14 page)

“Who said this was sex, Ma’am?” Zeb
whispered against her.

She opened her eyes to see him looking up
at her. “Then what would you call it?”

“My pleasure, Ma’am...” His voice was once
more dark with need. “…and about learning what my mistress likes.”

She whimpered as his mouth returned to her
thighs, giving the opposite one the same treatment he had the first one. All
that kept her from yanking up her teasing submissive by his hair was Nicky’s
voice in her ear, whispering wicked things. She nearly came undone when Nicky’s
hand slipped under the material of her dress and inside her panties, much like
he had earlier in the day.

“Master…” She grabbed at his hand, looking
around trying to remind herself, and him, and Zeb too, there were others
around.

“Shhh, Steph. It’s almost dark. They can’t
see anything we don’t want them to and I want to play.” He nipped at her ear.
“To give Zeb an idea of how it is with us.” His mouth left her ear. “Would you
like that, Zeb, to see how I drive her crazy with my fingers? To smell how wet
she gets for us?”

“Fuck, yeah…Sir.” Zeb groaned, his teeth
lightly nipping at her inner thigh. “Please, Ma’am?” When he looked up at her,
with need glittering in his eyes in fading light, she gave in.

“Oh, hell…just don’t make me scream,
Master.”

Nicky chuckled against her shoulder, as his
hand cupped her mound. “Now would I do that?”

“In a hot New York minute, Master.” She
turned her head and buried her gasp against Nicky’s shoulder as he found her
hard nub with a fingertip. He pressed against it, rocking it back and forth
sending waves of pleasure through her lower groin. “Shit…” She bit down on the
cloth of his t-shirt as he continued to talk to Zeb.

“She loves it when I play with her clit. I
could make her come from just a few rubs. But do you know what makes her really
go off, Zeb?”

“No, Sir….please tell me.” Zeb’s need was
obvious as his hands tightened on her thighs.

“A hot wet tongue or two fingers shoved
inside her to stimulate her g-spot.”

She groaned and wanted to pinch Nicky as he
spilled her secrets, telling Zeb how wild she got when he went down on her.

“…she even has this fantasy of having her
sub lick her little pussy while I fuck her.”

“Oh, damn…” Zeb’s breath grew closer to the
apex of her thighs as her Master’s fingers rounded her opening. “…that’s so
fuckin’ hot, Ma’am.”

Turning her face to make eye contact with
Zeb, she gritted her teeth. “Would you like to be the one doing it? Being my
submissive and knowing you can only lick me while my Master, or rather our
Master, fucks me?

“Oh, yes, Ma’am.” He licked his lips, as if
he were already savoring her flavor.

“Give me your hand, Zeb.” Nicky’s voice
rumbled under her ear as Zeb obeyed, lifting his arm off one of her thighs.

“Would you lick his cock at…the same time…”
She gritted out the question as Nicky guided two of Zeb’s fingers to her
entrance.

“Right here.” Nicky slowly slid two of
Zeb’s fingers inside of her. “Hook them like you’re motioning for someone to
come to you.” She groaned as his fingers returned to her aching, throbbing
clit, and almost missed Zeb’s answer.

“Yes, ma’am. In a heartbeat. Almost as much
as I’d love to feel Sir’s cock in my ass while you ride my tongue.” Zeb sounded
tortured, his fingers wiggling inside her, forcing her higher.

Reaching down, she fumbled with the zipper
on Nicky’s pants. She wasn’t going to be the only one going crazy here. He hissed
as she pulled on him, freeing him from the restrictive cloth. Running her hand
up and down his long, hard shaft, she bit at his chest through his shirt.

“Fuck.” Nicky groaned against the top of
her head, even as he bucked up into her hand. “You two are gonna be the death
of me. I’m gonna die of unadulterated pleasure…”

“Faster, Zeb…” she whispered as she slid
closer to the edge.

“Not yet,
cara mia.
You’ll wait for me.” Her master hissed, rubbing her clit
faster.

“I….” She tossed her head back as the orgasm
crashed over her. Moments later, she felt the warm of Nicky’s seed as he
spurted all over her hand.

“Damn, you taste sweet.” Zeb’s voice was
rueful as she came back to find Nicky laying on his back on the dock, with his
legs dangling over the edge, and Zeb, still in the water, holding onto one of
her thighs. She chuckled as she watched him lick his fingers.

“I do?”

He nodded, picking up the hand she’d used
to pleasure their master. “May I, Ma’am?”

She froze for a moment. “You realize my
hand is covered in…”

“Sir’s seed.” His eyes darkened. “Yes,
Ma’am. Let me clean you. Please?”

“Ah…okay.” She watched in fascination as he
did as he’d requested. He lapped up every stray drop of Master’s pleasure from
her palm and fingers until she was breathless with desire once again. Then he
reverently set it on her lap. “Now if Sir and Ma’am don’t mind, I’d like to get
out of the water, and go change my clothing before the demonstration.”

Nicky slowly sat up, looking like he’d been
wiped out by an express train. In the distance they heard the sound of a bell
ringing, indicating the demonstrations would be starting shortly. “Of course.
But don’t masturbate. I want to see your face the next time you come.”

A sheepish smile crossed Zeb’s face. “Sorry
to disappoint you, Sir. I already came. Hearing and watching you both come got
me so hot I came with you.”

Nicky groaned and laid back. “You’re gonna
drive me crazy. Could we ask for a more perfect sub?” He threw an arm over his
face. “Go change before I bend you over the dock and take more than you’re
ready to give,
il mio colibrì.”

Zeb chuckled, and there was a splash as he
swam to shore. The moment after he disappeared up the bank, his form outlined
by the glow from Chinese lanterns hanging from the deck, Steph found herself
hauled on top of her master, his once-again hard cock pushing inside of her.
“Master?” She gasped, sinking down on him.

“Shh….gotta fuck…it’ll be fast…Zeb coming
so…damned hot.” He gritted his teeth, his hips lifting up off the dock. Locking
her fingers around his shoulders, she moaned her agreement, pleasure swamping
her once more.

Chapter Thirteen

Pulling
up next to the silver SUV Steph drove, Zebadiah shut off the engine. In the
distance he could see a beautiful cedar sided home with a wrap-around porch.
Hanging from the support beams were pots of flowers and what looked like herbs.
Definitely Steph
’s touch. His body stirred at the thought.
He could clearly remember catching a glimpse in the fading light of Steph’s
hand on Nicky’s cock. He stifled his groan by taking a sip out of the plastic
cup filled with ice and soda.

It’d been nearly a week since his explosive
encounter with Nicky and Steph by the pond. But the way his body reacted at
even the mere thought, you’d have thought it’d only happened this morning.
Instead he tried to focus on today’s outing. He’d been looking forward to it,
and hoped the couple would enjoy it as much as he did. It’d be the first time
he’d seen them since walking them out to their car after watching only a few of
the demonstrations. Since then he’d spoken with the couple on the phone but
that was it. Nicky had a very set routine it seemed when it came to his
writing, and Steph guarded it like a junk-yard dog. Not that he blamed her. He
was as anxious to read the next book from N.A. Tarquinio as the rest of Nicky’s
fans were. So he contented himself with the hour or so every night when he
spoke to them on the phone, and counted the days until their outing.

Speaking of which, if I don’t get my ass in gear, we’ll be late.
Pocketing the keys, he got out of the SUV,
absently rubbing his knee. Along with the damp change in the weather, the SUV
was a stick shift, and his leg was throbbing a bit from the activity. His
little Honda was an automatic and didn’t bother his knee as much, but with
Nicky being nearly as tall and broad as Davis, there would be no way Nicky
would fit comfortably in his much smaller car. Not to mention Zeb had needed
extra space in the back for the picnic basket full of goodies he’d packed. He
was just thankful Davis hadn’t needed his personal vehicle today, and hadn’t
minded lending it to him.

Making his way up the stone path, Zeb
walked out the stiffness in his knee. By the time he climbed the steps he was
barely limping. Raising his hand to knock on the screen door, he was surprised
when Steph appeared in the open entrance. As usual she was dressed casually in
a pair of shorts and a tank.

“Hey, Sexy, I see you found us.” She pushed
open the door and stepped out on the porch to hug him. He inhaled sharply as
his knee protested when she tugged him up against her. “Damn, I’ve missed you.”
She pulled back at his sound. “Did I hurt you?”

“Naw, just the knee giving me fits today.
The storm we got early this morning played havoc with it.” He smiled up at her.
“Are you ready for our outing?”

“Almost.” She ushered him into the cool
interior of the home. “If I can just get Nicky to come out of his lair. Some
new idea grabbed him by the balls this morning and he’s barely come up for air,
let alone to eat.”

“Really? If our outing is going to
interrupt his work, we can reschedule.” Even as he offered, he hoped she
wouldn’t take him up on it. He was as bad as an addict – ‘jonesing’ for another
dose of Steph and Nicky until Davis had shoved him out the door this morning
with explicit instructions - not to come back home ‘til he’d spent at least a
couple of hours with them.

“Not a chance.” She looped her arm through
his, taking the opportunity to touch him. Under her fingertips, his skin
tingled. “Nicky will never forgive me if I let you get away after luring you
this close to our lair.” She led him down a hall towards the back of the house.
“Why don’t you go see if you can tempt him into coming out to play?” She nudged
him and pointed to the last door on the left. “While you’re doing that, I’ve
got some last minute calls to make before we’re yours for the day.”

Then she moved away from him, leaving him
to glance nervously at the door. Dare he interrupt Nicky? What if the man got
upset? Zeb had no idea how to deal with Nicholaus, the author. When he
continued to stare at the closed door in trepidation, she sighed and lifted his
chin with a finger. “Don’t worry too much.” Brushing a kiss across his lips,
she smiled at him. “He doesn’t bite. At least not hard.” She pulled back and
lightly, playfully swatted him on the ass. “Now get a move on. I’m curious to
see this surprise you planned.”

“All right, all right, I’m going. No need
to get rough.” He pretended to pout as he rubbed the spot where she’d swatted
him.

“Hmmm, is that an inquisitive sub looking
for further attention from his Ma’am?” She placed a hand on her hip, her face a
mask of contemplation.

“Ah…no, Ma’am. I’ll just go see what Sir is
doing.” He slipped into the role of a submissive without thinking, scrambling
up to the closed door. As he eased it open and slipped inside the room, he
could hear her fading laughter. It brought a smile to his face. He’d actually
made her laugh. A sense of accomplishment washed over him as he waited for his
eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room. Situated between the hall and what
Steph had told them was their bedroom, the office had no exterior windows, but
instead relied upon artificial illumination for its light source.
And at the moment the only light turned on
in here is the small desk lamp on one of the biggest damned desks I’ve ever
seen.
But not nearly as big as the man sitting behind it, clacking away at
a computer keyboard.

Zeb took a moment to watch Nicky,
fascinated at seeing another side of his friend, and perhaps soon to be Master.
The man was humming softly as he typed, pausing once in awhile to check
something on the old-fashioned steno pad at his elbow. It wasn’t until Zeb got
close that he noticed the thin wires running from the man’s ears. Bright pink -they
were connected to the mini mp3 clipped to Nicky’s shirt. Zeb pressed his hand
to mouth to keep from laughing as the man started singing “Material Girl” in a
deep baritone while his fingers flew over the keys. Was he actually seeing a
six foot four, nearly three hundred pound Dom sitting at a desk with pink
headphones and singing a bubble gum song from the late 80s?

“You know,
il mio colibrì,
it isn’t polite to laugh at the man you want to
take out on a date.” Nicky looked up from the computer and pulled his ear buds
from his ears. “He may just decide he wants to stay home and find….other ways
to keep you entertained.”

Nicky pushed back from his desk, standing
and stretching. Zeb’s breath caught as he watched Nicky’s body ripple. That was
until he caught sight of the loud Bermuda shorts the other man was wearing.
They clashed horribly with the burnt orange t-shirt he had on. Across Nicky’s
thick chest was a graphic lamenting about how his imaginary friends had quit
talking to him. Zeb’s lips quirked and then he lost it. Laughing so hard he
thought he was going to piss his pants, he was barely aware of Nicky crossing
his arms over his chest and gazing at him as if he’d grown another head.

It wasn’t until Nicky, obviously fed up
with his humor, crossed the room to lift him clean off his feet with one arm
around his waist, did Zeb’s laughter die. As he looked directly into Nicky’s
alert amber eyes, the sexual tension he normally felt around the other man
flared to life. Wetting his suddenly dry lips with his tongue, he finally
managed to greet the other man. “Ah…Ma’am sent me in here…”

“Did she now?” The words rumbled against
the hand Zeb had pressed against Nicky’s chest.

“Yeah. Told me she had a few calls to make
before we left.” Squirming, he tried to slip free of the grasp Nicky had on
him.

Nicky narrowed his eyes thoughtfully,
continuing to hold Zeb with ease. The idea the other man could lift him,
without even breaking a sweat, was a pure aphoristic for Zeb. With the strength
Nicky possessed, the things he could do to him in a scene made Zeb rock hard
and ready to beg the man to carry him into the adjoining bedroom and fuck him
until he was a limp rag from all the orgasms Nicky forced from him. And if
Steph wanted to watch, all the better.

“Ah, can you put me down?” he finally
asked, when his squirming accomplished nothing more than a swat from Nicky’s
palm on the opposite cheek Ma’am had tapped him earlier. He groaned inwardly.
These two were going to be the death of him. They were going to drive him out
of his mind with lust until he was a sobbing ball of need and they took pity on
him.

“Nope.” A slow grin crossed Nicky’s face.
“Since you decided to breach my lair, you get to pay the price.”

“The price?” Zeb squeaked and grimaced at
the un-masculine sound while Nicky carried him back to the desk. “But Ma’am
told me you wouldn’t bite.”

Lust flared in Sir’s eyes. “And I
won’t…unless you ask me to.” Sinking into the chair, Nicky arranged Zeb in the
position he wanted. Before Zeb even had a chance to protest, he found himself
draped across Nicky’s lap, facing the man with his legs kneeling on either side
of the other man’s hips. It was a tight squeeze, and put both of their cocks in
very close proximity. Zeb wanted to wiggle something fierce, but the look on
Nicky’s face had him captivated and completely still. It was a combination of
lust and tenderness that knocked Zeb completely off balance.

“Sir?” His barely audible question passed
his lips before he could stop it.

“Hmmm?” Sir’s amber eyes glittering with
need, he slowly tugged on him until his nose touched Zeb’s.

The mingling of their breaths was erotic as
hell to Zeb, but at the same time had him lightheaded with the desire to press
his lips to Sir’s. Placing his hands on the wide shoulders to keep his balance,
Zeb found himself perched on the edge of stealing a kiss instead of waiting for
it. Mesmerized by Nicky, he swayed forward until their lips were only separated
by mere centimeters.

It wasn’t ‘til he heard the door open and
Steph’s surprised gasp, that he realized what he was doing and jerked back.
“What…sorry…I…”

He didn’t get the time to finish his
apology, before Nicky’s hand speared through his hair and sealed their mouths
together. He moaned softly when he felt the brush of Nicky’s stubble against
his smoothly shaved cheeks. His fingers tightened on Sir’s shoulders, clinging
to the man as Nicky deepened the kiss, his tongue delving in to tangle with
Zeb’s. Desire exploded through him while the taste of his Sir filled his mouth.
The sweet flavor of butterscotch disks and sweet tea, along with Sir’s unique
taste, had Zeb writhing against him.

Passion fogged Zeb’s brain as he rubbed his
cock against the hard bulge under him. It wasn’t until Sir’s hands cupped his
ass and directed his movements, sending a flare of pain through his knee, did
reality intrude. Tearing his mouth away, he hissed at the pain, burying his
face in Nicky’s shoulder as his knee began to spasm. “Son of bitch…” he gritted
out between his teeth, one hand moving down to grab at the twitching muscle.
Unfortunately, because of his awkward position straddling Nicky, he was only
able to make it worse.

“Zeb?” Nicky’s confusion was evident.

“Shit, it’s his knee, Nicky. Stand up.”
Steph was suddenly there, closer than Zeb expected. “He said it was bothering
him earlier.”

“Fuck…” Self-contempt radiated off his Sir.
“…and stupid ass I am, set him on his knees.”

“You…you…didn’t….know…” Zeb felt the need
to reassure the man, even as fresh agony coursed up his leg when Nicky suddenly
stood. Holding him effortlessly, Nicky kept him still as Steph dropped to her
knees next to them, her hands seeking out his tender knee. Burying his whimper
in Nicky’s hideous t-shirt, he let Steph slowly straighten his leg, her fingers
sure but gentle.

“Shhh…relax for me, Zeb. I know it hurts.”
She kept up a quiet litany of reassurance as she fought the spasm, massaging
the muscles hard. Tears streamed down his face while she worked. He swore it
was worse than the last time he’d gotten a Charley horse because Allison had
made him kneel too long.

By the time the spasm finally eased, Zeb
clung limply to Nicky, his earlier desire gone, but still taking comfort in the
strong arms holding him. “Sorry, Sir.” He loosened his hold on Nicky’s
shoulders. “It’s over. I’m sorry you had to see this.” But instead of releasing
him as he’d expected, Nicky sank back into his chair, this time with Zeb’s back
pressed against his chest. Then he scooted the chair close enough so Zeb’s leg
could easily be propped on the edge of the desk.

“Nonsense, things like this happen,
especially when your Dom is more concerned about kissing you than worrying
about your knee.” He pressed a kiss against the crown of Zeb’s head. “Steph,
why don’t you grab one of our pillows? We’ll prop it up for a bit and see if
that helps. Or maybe some ice?”

“Of course. Good idea.” She darted out of
the room, and headed for the bedroom. By the time she’d returned with a thick,
fluffy pillow and a bottle of ibuprofen, Nicky was holding his leg carefully,
cradling Zeb’s throbbing knee with gentle hands. A sigh of relief passed his
lips as Steph shoved the pillow under it. “Okay, keep it elevated, take a
couple of these...” She handed him the pills. “…and I’ll see about an ice
pack.”

Then she was gone, striding out of the
room.

“Damn, she looks like a woman on a
mission.” Zeb popped off the childproof cap and shook a couple of red pills
after reading the label. Ibuprofen. Then shoving them into his mouth, he
accepted the offered mug still sitting on the desk. The flavors of sweet tea
and lemon burst over his tongue, reminding him of the kiss he’d shared with
Nicky.