Essential Master (Doms of Napa Valley) (18 page)

“Look at me, Stephanie.” Nicky’s voice grew
hard, drawing her attention away from her need to climax.

“What?” she snapped, moaning softly as Zeb
raised up on his knees and lightly pulled on the fine chain running the length
of her stomach. It pulled on her clit, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to
keep her on the edge.

“Look at him, he’s always been submissive
to us, never touching without permission. Even in sleep he curled up against me
so sweetly there was no doubt of his submissiveness. You’d have to agree he’s
submissive to the bone, right?”

 
As
usual, the domination in Nicky’s tone ensnared her. She nodded, moaning as
Nicky tapped her breast lightly with the palm of his hand, sending her breasts
swaying and tugging on her trapped nipples.

“Good, I’d have to agree with you if I
wasn’t witnessing what I am right now. Because he’s not being submissive, is
he? He’s taken control of your orgasm and is refusing to let you come.”

“No!” She cried out her answer as Zeb
plunged his fingers inside of her, their thickness stretching her walls as he
turned his hand. Her breath caught in moan as he searched out her g-spot with
amazing accuracy. A bolt of pleasure sharper than a knife shot through her. She
felt a need similar to that of urinating, but knew the sensation would herald
itself in an orgasm so strong she would soak the sheets beneath her.

“Focus on me, Stephanie.” Zebadiah’s voice
was firm. “I need to look you me in the eyes when you answer.”

When she shook her head and rocked up
against his hand, he swatted her hip with his free hand.

“I said, look at me!” His tone brooked no
refusal. Finally she drew her gaze away from Nicky, and looked down her body to
see him kneeling between her thighs, his face flushed, his erection tenting the
front of his shorts, while his fingers continuing to pummel her aching pussy.

“What?” She gritted out between her teeth
as he continued to rub the rough but responsive patch inside of her, teasing
her with what could be.

“Answer honestly, and I’ll let you come,”
he promised, his need burning in his eyes as his chest heaved. He was no more
un-effected than she was, she realized.

“Fine…ask.” She panted, struggling against
her bonds.

“If I can overcome a lifetime of submission
to take control - to prove to you how committed I am to our budding
relationship, how could you think I’d let some little piece of paper dictate my
actions?”

Hope blossomed over her. The proof of his
sincerity was right before her eyes. He’d stepped outside of his comfort zone,
almost completely without a safety net, to prove he took her place in his life
seriously, and he wasn’t going to run away at the first hint of trouble. “I was
scared….but I’m not now. You don’t care about the subpoena.”

“That’s right. I don’t.” He removed his
fingers to fumble at the closure of his shorts. “But before I give back
control. I need something.” He tugged until his cock, its head deep crimson
with his urgent need, popped into view. “I need to fuck you. Please.” His hands
dug into her hips as he lifted her up into position.

“Only if you suck Nicky’s cock while you
fuck me…” Her request ended in a shriek as he rubbed through her folds, the
head of his erection rubbing over the clamp, causing the coil inside of her to
tighten.

“Son of a bitch,” Zeb growled, his hips
moving faster, nudging her closer to the edge. She fought off the need to crest.
She didn’t want to come until he was inside of her yearning pussy, and she saw
Master’s cock in his mouth.

“Here.” A foil packet landed on her belly,
courtesy of her Master. Before she could blink, she swore Zeb had levered up
and was sheathing himself. Pressing against her opening, he leaned over her,
bracing himself on his arms until his chest teased the chains, and he was
within touching distance to Nicky.

“Straddle her.” Zebadiah’s hoarse request
still held a note of submissiveness in it. It seemed his dominance only
extended so far.

“Fuck, yeah.” Nicky agilely moved into
position, his thick thighs on either side of her head. As he settled into
place, Zebadiah leaned in and lapped at the head of Nicky’s prick while
thrusting inside of her. A scream built in her throat only to be muffled as she
lifted her head off the bed to suck on her master’s up drawn scrotum. Above her
she could barely hear the audible curse from him as Zebadiah worked his cock
while she lapped at the sensitive orbs beneath them.

The bed became a rolling, rocking ride of
hoarse male grunts and feminine screams as the three of them worked together to
reach the peak just out of reach. Her head dropped back to the pillows as one
of the men pulled hard enough on the chain and she came violently. Her trapped
clit throbbed, while her pussy clamped down hard on the thick length filling
her. A soundless scream escaped her as she bucked against her bounds, lifting
up into both men, the violent pleasure nearly ripping her apart.

“Aw, fuck. Gonna come,
il mio colibrì.”

The muffled moan of acceptance from Zeb
seemed to be all Nicky was waiting for before he cursed roundly and thrust
heavily into Zeb’s mouth, holding their lover’s head still in his grasp. As Zeb
greedily downed his offering, he continued to jerk and move against her. It
wasn’t until Nicky pulled away with a half-hearted laugh, that Steph realized
Zeb was still hard inside of her.

“Sexy?” She lifted her head in concern.

“Shit…” His eyes were begging as he
continued to move. “….I can’t…” Whatever he was trying to say obviously
registered with Nicky, who scrambled to his knees next to Zeb.

A loud cry escaped Zeb as Nicky struck his
ass with the palm of his hand.

“You’ll come for us, right now or I’ll
blister this ass ‘til you can’t sit.” He released a flurry of swats to
Zebadiah’s bottom. “Do you understand?”

Zeb bit his lip before crying out. “Yes,
Sir.” He stiffened, his cock thickening inside of her as he found his release.
Watching as he worked through his orgasm, Steph realized she’d never seen
anything quite as raw as Zeb giving over to Nicky. It made her realize she
should’ve never doubted his commitment to them. Only a man committed as Zeb was
to both of them would be able to blow Nicky’s and her world apart as he just had.

Chapter Seventeen

After
stretching every inch of her body in a back wrenching yawn, Steph relaxed
against the rumpled bedding. The sun starting to peek through the curtains in
their bedroom told her it was nearing noon. Rolling onto her side, she stared
down at Zebadiah, who happened to be curled up between her and Nicky. His face
was peaceful as he slumbered on his stomach, one arm draped across Nicky
’s stomach. On his back, Nicky snored softly. Both men looked so
peaceful she didn’t want to think about waking either of them. It had been
nearly dawn before she and her lovers had finally passed out from exhaustion.

Recent memories of Zebadiah stroking his
cock as he watched Nicky screw her into the mattress caused her breath to catch
and her nipples to peak against the thin sheet covering them. Licking her lips
against the temptation of crawling between them and waking them up in a way
they never would forget, she slipped out of the bed. The dark bags under her
master’s eyes had her heart softening. Her own fears hadn’t only affected her,
but had driven the men in her life to worry.

Well I can’t think of a better way to make it up to them than by
cooking breakfast. We certainly worked up an appetite this morning.
Making a quick detour to the master bath, she closed the door
quietly so as to not wake Nicky and Zeb. Taking a fast shower, she stepped out
of huge bath stall a few minutes later, feeling more refreshed than she had in
quite some time.
Nothing like a hot
shower to put a girl back to rights.
After towel drying her hair, she
slipped into the short silk robe on the back of the door. It only took a few
moments to run a comb through her wet locks.

Deciding she was as presentable as she
would be on a Monday morning, she eased open the door quietly. A smile crossed
her face when she noticed Zeb and Nicky hadn’t moved from the spots she’d left
them. The poor babies were worn out. Slipping through the door, which connected
to Nicky’s lair, she shut it behind her.

Moving into the kitchen, she busied herself
with starting the coffee. Even though she didn’t personally consume the brew,
and she didn’t like the results on her Dom when he over-indulged, it was her
one concession to Mondays. He got two cups of coffee to ease him back into his
workweek.
Not that this week is going to
be normal. If it was, he’d already be at his desk clacking away on his newest
piece of deviltry.
Measuring the fresh beans, she emptied them into the
grinder. Pressing down on the button, she listened to the whirl of the blades
as she contemplated what last night meant in the grand scheme of things between
them and the sexy Zeb.

She was just dumping the grounds into the
filter when there came a knock from the front of the house. Frowning, she
pressed a button to start the machine before wiping her hands on a small hand
towel. “Now, who could that be?” Folding up the cloth, she tossed it on the
counter before hurrying down the hall. The last thing she wanted the person to
do was wake up her Master and Sexy.

After unlocking the front door, she pulled
it open - then wished she hadn’t when she took in the petite blonde in front of
her. Dressed in a casual outfit of linen slacks and summer cashmere top with
beaded sandals on her dainty feet, Allison Teelen arched a finely drawn brow.

“Well, are you going to invite me in?” The
other woman asked archly.

“Actually, no, I’m not.” Steph glared down
at her former client. “What exactly do you want, Ms. Teelen?”

“Other than your testimony at my upcoming
trail?” Allison gave a put-out air. “I assume you received the summons,
correct?”

“Yes.” Moving out onto the porch, she
tugged the door shut behind her, uncaring all she was wearing was a short silk
robe. “Why you think I’d be willing to give you a glowing character report is
beyond all things logical.” She crossed her arms over her chest.

“Aw, come on, Steph. Surely you’re not
holding what happened at the Gilded Lily against me. I was young and still
learning…”

Anger, cold and pulsating, filled Steph.
“Learning or not, there are tenements of BDSM that no one - neither Dom,
switch, nor submissive, ever ignore.”

Sighing, Allison held up her hand. “Spare
me the boring lecture on Safe, Sane and Consensual. Just because you were the
one to introduce me to the lifestyle, doesn’t give you the right.”

The last thing Steph wanted was a trip down
memory lane, or to revisit how stupid she’d been, thinking there was something
more than a spoiled rich girl looking for excitement. “Get the hell off my
porch.”

“Hit a little too close to the truth,
Stephanie?” A bitter smile crossed Allison’s lips. “Can’t bare to think you
might be responsible for putting me on the path to my current level of
debauchery?”

“You were depraved long before I met you.”
Fed up with the cat and mouse game the other woman was attempting to play, she
turned to go back inside. “You have approximately two minutes to haul your
overpriced ass off my property before I call the police.”

“And what? Tell them an old friend’s
visiting?” Allison taunted. “Go ahead. I can stay here for nearly twenty
minutes before they arrive.” She shrugged. “One of the perks, or rather
drawbacks, of living so far off the beaten path. Plenty of quiet so your author
boy-friend can write, but not so stellar in terms of response times by the
emergency services.”

Allison reached inside her purse, and every
instinct in Steph went on high alert. Around her, things started to slow down
as her marine training kicked in, regardless of the fact all she wore was a
thin robe, and had no weapon. She eyed Allison before giving her a soft
warning. “You’re assuming I need them. I’d think about that before you try
anything stupid, Allison.”

Allison laughed. “It doesn’t matter how
bad-assed you think you are, Stephanie. You can’t stop a bullet.” She tugged
out a small silver derringer.

A
COP
357 Derringer
if Steph wasn’t mistaken. The unique four-barrel construct of
the compact pistol made it an excellent back-up gun for a cop. But how the hell
had Allison gotten her hands on one? The last Steph had heard, the company
manufacturing them had gone out of business. Steph’s surprise at Allison
approaching her with a gun, on her own property, shouldn’t have been surprising
but it was.

“Little debutante, you’d scare me with your
audacity…” Steph moved forward until there were only a few feet separating
them. “…if it weren’t for the fact you have the safety on. Not to mention by
the time you figure that out, flip it off, and try to squeeze the trigger, not
only will the recoil knock you on your ass, I’ll have disarmed you.”

Even before she finished speaking, Steph
stepped close enough to invade Allison’s personal space. Grabbing the wrist of
the hand Allison was using to hold the gun with her left hand, Steph used her
right to push the barrel of the gun towards the other woman. Within seconds,
Allison’s face turned crimson with pain as Steph rolled the weapon against
Allison’s thumb, breaking the hold she had on the gun. The move bent the
woman’s wrist and hand at a painfully awkward position, with the gun ending up
pointed at Allison’s chest.

“Owwww! Let go!” Allison shrieked in pain,
her knees buckling.

Using her superior strength, Steph kept her
upright. The calmness her military training had ingrained in her had Steph’s
voice cold as she spoke to Allison. “Unless you want me to use this pistol as a
club and ruin your pretty face or perhaps pull the trigger and put a neat
little hole in your sadistic black heart, I suggest you cease and desist.” To
make her point even more obvious, Steph used leverage to pull on Allison’s hand
until she strained the joint. “A bit more pressure and your wrist will break
like a twig.”

“Fine, fine…I cease….let go of me.” Tears
streamed down Allison’s face. A part of Steph wanted to say something about the
woman having a very low threshold of pain for a Domme, but she refrained. All
Steph wanted was the little bitch off her porch, off her property, and nowhere
near Zebadiah.

Releasing the hold while maintaining
control of the gun wasn’t hard as the other woman went to her knees in pain.
Rubbing her wrist, Allison stumbled to her feet. “You think you’re such a bad
ass security consultant who knows everything.”

“Not everything, but enough to realize the
difference between a loaded gun and an unloaded one.” Breaking open the short
barrel on the derringer Steph shook her head at the empty chambers. “You know
if you’re going to threaten a person with a gun, you really should make sure
you have bullets in it.” A smirk crossed Steph’s face. “However as inept as you
are, you’d probably shoot yourself in the foot. Now get the hell off my
property before I show you just what damage an unloaded weapon can do.”

“Bitch!”Allison cradled her injured wrist
against her body. “Worthless piece of trash. He’ll never find what he needs
with you…he needs a firm hand on his cock, and even an harder one on the crop.”

A sinking feeling pooled in Steph’s
stomach. Allison was either fishing for information, or she knew about Nicky
and her relationship with Zeb.

“Bet you don’t know how hard he comes from
having his ass fucked with a studded strap-on, or how prettily he begs for the
lash?” Allison taunted. “You’re too soft for him after the dark pleasures I’ve
shown him.”

Forcing herself not to react, Steph gave
the woman the cold shoulder, while keeping a tight grip on the gun. “You have
less than two minutes to leave, Allison. After that, I’ll allow Nicky to deal
with you.” She gave the woman a hard look. “And you’ll find he’s not nearly as
tolerant or merciful as I am…especially when he finds out you tried to pull a
gun on me.”

As if saying his name conjured him, Nicky
pulled open the door, wearing nothing more than a pair of silk boxer briefs and
holding a mug of his coffee. He’d obviously come out in search of the paper.
His unshaved jaw clenched as he took in the scene in front of him. His eyes
darted from Steph to Allison and then back to the gun in Steph’s hand.

“She pulled a gun on you?” The harsh rumble
from his chest was beyond ominous. His brow furrowed until he looked like a
dark storm cloud ready to break over them.

Steph gave a sigh. “She was just leaving -
weren’t you, Ms. Teelen?” She hoped the woman was smart enough to take the
opening she’d given her, but as usual Allison seemed to think she was
untouchable.

“Do you honestly think I’m scared of your
boyfriend? My family can sell him five times over. All it would take is a phone
call from me and he’ll find his life very unpleasant. The wine shop he
frequents downtown would suddenly not serve him anymore. The chief of police is
a friend of my father’s. How long do you think he’ll be able to drive that
monstrosity of an SUV through town without being pulled over?” Allison taunted.
“So think about it. Is one little piece of ass going to be worth the headache?
Especially when he turns on you once he finds out you’re testifying against
him?”

Behind her Nicky growled, and Steph had a
feeling shit was going to hit the fan. But she was shocked when Nicky showed
great restraint. “Get the fuck off my property.”

A gleeful look crossed Allison’s face.
“Look who’s grumpy. Didn’t get enough nooky last night?”

Steph’s eyes widened when she heard the
sirens coming up the drive. What the hell? Allison spun around as a patrol
vehicle pulled up behind her Mercedes, boxing her in. “You called the cops?”
She spun around to face the approaching officer. “Reggie, I’d like to press
charges against Ms. McKeown. She attacked me.”

The officer stopped next to her and looked
up at Steph and the gun she was still holding. His hand went to the gun
strapped to his hip. “Ma’am, do you have a permit for that gun?”

Steph sighed and set the derringer down on
the railing. Her plans for waking up her men with light fluffy pancakes, fresh
fruit and breakfast meat were gone. It looked like she was going to be spending
her afternoon down at the police department straightening out another Teelen
mess she hadn’t caused. She’d thought she was through with being Allison’s maid
after she’d terminated her contract with Allison’s family. “No, Officer, it’s
not my gun. I took it from Ms. Teelen after she threatened me.”

“I did no such thing!” Allison hissed. “I
merely came out to talk to Stephanie about my upcoming trial. She greeted me
with a gun.”

The Officer hit the small CB microphone on
his shoulder. “Base, this is Officer Benton. Who called in the incident…” He rattled
off the address.

* * * *

Wiping
his hands on his hastily donned jeans, Zeb stepped out on the porch behind
Nicky and Steph. Placing a hand on Steph
’s
back, he moved between them as the Officer radioed dispatch. There was
something vaguely familiar about the man. Focusing on him, instead of the
unease rushing through his veins, he tried to place him. Was it possibly an
officer who’d pulled him over, or maybe the one who had taken his statement
after Allison had shown up at his home? Deciding it didn’t matter and he had
every right to call the police, he found his voice.