Essential Master (Doms of Napa Valley) (27 page)

"Say it,
il mio colibrì
. Tell me what you want from me. Don't hide from
it." Nicky slowly ran his hand up and down Zeb's length.

"Dammit, I want to fuck you...."
Zeb's nostrils flared as he jerked against the restraints.

A slow grin crossed Nicky’s face. “And so
you shall.”

* * * *

Gritting
his teeth, Zeb tried to control his need to tackle Nicky to the ground. To pit
his strength against that of his Master's. Ever since Nicky had promised him he
could fuck him, the man had been sadistic. He'd left Zeb in his chains to tease
him.

"Sir!" Zeb jerked against the
manacles. At his feet, Nicky hummed his approval against Zeb's skin as he
sucked up a hicky on Zeb's inner thigh. A low groan escaped him as Nicky tested
him with his teeth, the slight clamp stung but didn't break the skin.

 
Releasing the captured flesh, Nicky chuckled.
Such an impatient little thing. He tugged at the base of the plug, sliding it
back in minute amounts before pushing it forward again.

"Damn, Master, fuck him with that
plug." Steph’s face was flushed as she knelt at his side, her hand around
the base of Zeb's cock while she worked the cock ring over the shaft.

 
"Ma'am..." Zeb choked out, bucking
between their hands. "I'm...I can't come with that..." He swayed on
his feet as Steph unrolled a condom over Zeb's cock. The snick of her opening
the bottle of lube was loud in the room.

"That's the point, Sexy. We want you
to last when you enter Master's ass."

A low, tortured groan escaped Zeb after
Nicky wrapped his hand around the man's nuts. Gazing down at his Master's hand
wrapped around his nearly purple cock, Zeb hoped the man would take pity on him
soon and release him before he came across Sir's palm like a horny teenager.

Obviously Nicky seemed to realize how close
Zeb was because he slowly stood before reaching for the manacles. "It's
time." He flicked the release catches on them, freeing Zeb's wrists. Once
loose, Nicky rubbed his thumb over the indentations gracing Zeb's wrists.
"Okay?"

Zeb gave a half-assed laugh. "Other
than the fact I'm ready to bend you over the nearest flat object, I don't think
I've ever ached this bad, Sir."

Heat flared in Nicky's eyes. "Do you?
Well you'll fuck me when I say and not before. Get your ass over to the bed. I
want to see you lick Steph's pussy. And none of your teasing either."
Sir's hand cupped and then rubbed over the bulge in his leathers. "I want
her ready for me, NOW."

Licking his lips as if he could already
savor the taste of sweet Steph, he grabbed Steph's hand and nearly dragged her to
the bed. Before his Ma'am could protest, he pushed her down on the bed, yanked
her shorts down, and buried his face in her fragrant pussy. She smelled and
tasted like both of them, a combination left over from when he'd fucked her
earlier.

"Zeb!" Her hands gripped at his
hair. Relentlessly he attacked her clit with his teeth and tongue, then hummed
against her before slipping two gently fluted fingers inside of her. Wet heat
met them as she tightened down on him, much like she had earlier.

"That's it,
il mio colibrì
, fuck her with your mouth and fingers. I want her to
be on the verge of coming before I fuck her while you're screwing me."

Thrusting his fingers harder into her, Zeb
rubbed over her g-spot while he listened with one ear as their master shed his
clothing. As each thud hit the floor, he grew more erect, if that was possible.
Moments later, he felt the heat of Nicky along his back. He groaned against
Steph as bare skin registered against his own.

She shrieked, her hips bucking up against
his mouth.

"Don't make her come." Sir's
voice was firm, there would be no compromise. "That's enough. Remove your
mouth and fingers, Zeb."

"Dammit, Master, I was so close!"
Steph wailed.

Nicky's nose flared. "Not as close as
you're going to get." He pulled Zeb away from Steph's splayed legs.
"Grab me a pillow from the head of the bed, Zeb."

"Yes, Sir." He had only taken two
steps before Steph's scream echoed through the room. Looking over his shoulder,
his cock throbbed. Sir had taken his place and had his face buried between
Steph's thighs, his hands holding her slippery folds open while he drilled the
tip of her clit with just the end of his tongue. If it hadn't been for the
restraining arm across the slight swell of her stomach, he was sure Steph
would've bucked Sir off, especially when he drew back enough to blow a stream
of moist air over her.

"I'm not waiting all day,
Zebadiah." Nicky looked up from his task. "I want that pillow.
Now."

"Yes, Sir." He ignored his
throbbing cock, and retrieved the plump goose-down pillow at the head of the
bed. He rejoined Sir and handed him the requested item. "Here, Sir."

"Good boy," Nicky praised before
turning his attention back to Steph. "Lift your hips."

As soon as Nicky removed his arm, she
bucked up and Nicky slid the pillow under her bottom. Then he hooked his arms
over her thighs and dragged both her and the pillow into position. Zeb
swallowed hard as Sir didn't wait to bury his cock inside of Steph. "Do
not come, Stephanie."

His Sir's chest heaved like a pair of
bellows as he thrust a few times before stilling. Zeb was totally riveted by
the flex and thrust of Sir's ass.

"Lick my ass, Zeb, get me ready for
your cock."

Nicky's request sent a jolt of lust through
him. He dropped to his knees behind Nicky, ignoring the slight pain in his
right one before burying his face in his Sir's ass. He didn't wait or take it
slow. Using his tongue, he lapped at the tightly furled opening before testing
its resistance. Pushing through the ring, he listened to his Sir's groans and
praises.

"Fuck, yeah. Eat that asshole. Make
sure I'm good and wet."

Against his cheeks, he could feel the
trembling of his Sir's ass as he pressed back against Zeb's mouth. He didn't
know how long he'd actually been feasting when Nicky called a halt to it.

"Enough!" Nicky sounded hoarse.
"Stand up, now, Zebadiah."

Scrambling to his feet, he hissed at the
pain in his knee, but refused to acknowledge it. His dick, still covered in
latex and with the cock ring in place, ached worse. He needed to bury his cock
inside the tempting hole he'd just tasted.

"Sir....please... I need..." He
clenched his fists, afraid he would come if he touched his own dick.

"Use the lube, Zeb, lather your cock
up, now," Nicky groaned and from his position behind their Master he could
see Steph's fingers plucking at Nicky's nipples… rubbing and thumbing them. His
hand trembled so much he was barely able to open the bottle of lube on the bed
next to them. Squirting a generous amount, probably too much, into the palm of
his hand, he slathered it up and down his cock after dropping the bottle to the
floor.

"It's done." He stepped between
Nicky's slightly parted thighs. "Master?" He couldn't keep the
question out of his voice. He wanted his Master, wanted to feel the snug embrace
of his Master's ass around his cock, but he wouldn't take without permission.

Nicky glanced over his shoulder at Zeb.
"What the hell are you waiting for, slave? Fuck me."

A growl escaped Zeb as he took his dick in
hand. Pressing against his Master's opening, he tried to slowly, gently enter
him, to show him how much it meant to him Nicky was allowing such an honor. As
his head slipped past the tight ring of muscles, Zeb panted, shoving a bit
harder as his Master slowly opened for him. Concerned he was hurting his Sir,
he looked for the lube. Perhaps if he added more...

“Quit fucking around.” Nicky sounded
pissed, and Zeb froze. “I’m not going to break. I want to you to fuck me fast
and hard - until I’m seeing stars,” Nicky gritted out. “And then - only then,
can you come, Zeb.”

Zeb groaned and let go. His Master had
given him an order, one which he had no problem obeying. Grasping Sir’s slender
hips, he thrust forward hard, driving Nicky deeper into Steph who moaned
happily.

“Fuck, yeah.” Nicky pushed back against him
before surging forward into Steph. The sounds of their bodies slapping together
filled the air, but Zeb hardly noticed. He was focused on the heat surrounding
him, and the increasing tightness clasping his aching cock. He just had to wait
‘til he felt the rhythmic flutters signaling his master’s release. Only then
could he lose himself to the need swirling through him. Until then he’d
continue to thrust, to give his Master what he’d asked.

Listening to the wild cries as Steph found
her release was hot, potent. He fell over his master, bracing his arms on
either side of Steph and Nicky. He hammered even harder into the welcoming
depths holding him.

“Son of a bitch!” Nicky groaned loudly.
“Right there. Right fucking there.” His master bucked uncontrollably under him.
In a daze, Zeb realized the shift in position had him pegging his Master’s
prostate.

Digging deeper, Zeb panted, grinding
against him, hanging on by a thread. Then he felt it. Under him Nicky stiffened
and screamed as he orgasmed. Zeb whimpered in his throat as the muscles clamped
down hard on him. “Master, can I come…please…?” He trembled, his groin knotting
as the need to come wracked his frame.

“Come…
il
mio colibrì.”
The answer was broken, but it was all the permission he needed.

He jerked out of Nicky, fumbling with the
cock ring and condom. “God damn it!” He cursed as his slippery fingers
struggled with the task. Finally after wiping them hastily on the bedding, he
managed to pry the stubborn ring off his close to exploding dick. Wedging his
shaft between Sir’s ass cheeks, his head tipped back and he exploded. As his
hips jerked against his Master, he felt like he’d been turned inside out.

Epilogue

Three months later

Zeb followed Davis out of the courthouse. A
sense of relief washed over him. When he and Davis had been called to appear in
court ahead of schedule, Zeb had honestly been worried. Even with the criminal
trial over and Allison sitting behind bars for the next five to ten years for
assault with a deadly weapon and great bodily injury, the civil lawsuit she'd
slapped on him had been hanging over his head.

As he slid into the SUV, he gave a deep
sigh of relief.

"You know your being able to get the
lawsuit thrown out of court was the last thing I expected, Davis. I can't thank
you enough."

Slipping behind the driver's wheel, Davis
chuckled. "No thanks are needed. She didn’t have a leg to stand on,
especially when she never once visited the safety deposit box, nor did she have
an account at that particular bank. The fact her name was on the deposit form
as a secondary owner doesn't hold water in the state of California."

"I still appreciate it." Zeb
buckled his seat belt. "I just can't believe it's finally over. I'm not
going to have to worry about that bitch messing shit up for me anymore."

Davis chuckled as he started the truck and
put it in reverse. "I couldn't have put it any better, Zeb. Now you just
have Nicky and Steph to placate for missing your lunch."

"They understood and promised me a
rain-check for later."

Davis chuckled. "That's good." He
maneuvered into traffic. "Am I dropping you at their house, or you headed
back home? Although I'm sure you don’t call it that anymore."

Zeb sighed. It was true. When he wasn't at
the bakery, putting in fifteen hour days to get it ready for the grand opening
next week, he was spending his free time at Nicky and Steph's
. At least a couple nights a week, and most
weekends
. Weekends were the hardest because he knew Monday morning he'd
have to get up early, leave their warm bed, and head out to the bakery.
At least Steph always sends me away with a
smile.
"I've been spending a lot of time with them. But I don't want
to rush and they understand my hesitancy to move in with them."
Even though they tried the most delightful
way of persuading me over the weekend. Like an addict, I want more.
He
leaned his head back against the headrest and tried to remember by why he was
taking it slow. "I'm trying to not make the same mistakes I made with
Allison. I moved in with her before I even knew her and look what it got
me..."

Davis glanced at him out of the corner of
his eye before gluing his eyes to the road. "Allison was a bitch..."

"And now she's become somebody else's
bitch..." Zeb drummed his fingers on the arm rest. "Why don't you
take me back home? Sir said something about them doing errands since I wasn't
coming over." He looked out the passenger window as they drove through
downtown. "Besides, I'd love to get out of this monkey suit." He
tugged at the tight collar of his dress shirt. "But first, can we stop at
Anette’s
for a cone? I feel like
celebrating a bit."

Davis slowed as they neared one of Napa's
favorite ice cream places. "Sure, I'd say putting this behind you is a
good reason to celebrate." A smile played around Davis's mouth, but Zeb
wasn't about to try to figure what was going on in his lawyer's mind.

* * * *

Nicky
paced back and forth next to the duck pond. Up the hill from where he was
standing, he could see Ethan and Bella setting up the impromptu luncheon. His
plan to offer their collar to Zeb, in one of Zeb's favorite places, seemed
romantic at the time when he'd talked to Steph about it, but now he was more
anxious than a groom on his wedding day. But dammit, he wanted their submissive
here now. Turning, he paced back towards the bench where Zeb liked to sit when
feeding the ducks. Where the hell was he? Davis had promised to bring Zeb back
here after the court hearing.

"You need to stop, Nicky. You're
giving me a headache with all your pacing." Steph, wearing a lovely
V-necked lightweight sweater and slim legged jeans due to the cooling autumn
weather, was sitting on the bench, one leg crossed over another. At her neck,
the ever-present woven black collar with silver accents and triskallion hanging
from it, was a stark reminder of her place in his life. She patted the bench
next to her. "Come sit down here with me before I have to drag you out on
the dock and remind you why you keep me around.” She licked her lips and gave a
pointed glance at his groin.

Sinking down next to her with a sigh, he
lifted her hand to his lips. "Damn, I don't know what I'd do without you,
cara mia
."

"Good thing you'll never have to find
out," she sassed. "I love you and we're going to collar our man
today. Even if I have to distract my sexy Master from his nerves by sucking him
off." Her eyes twinkled. "What do you think Sexy would do if he came
down the hill to find me on my knees, pleasuring you?"

Nicky hissed as her free hand stroked him
through his leathers.

"Do you think he'd join in like he did
the last time, or stand there and eat us up with hungry eyes as I pleasure
you?"

He groaned. With Zeb, there were times
their sub could go either way. He usually waited to be ordered to join in the
pleasuring, but he was getting better at asking for what he wanted, as a recent
out of town trip for Steph as she handled a difficult client had proved. When
Zeb had come over for what welcome home dinner for Steph and found his Ma'am on
her knees, her head bobbing up and down over Nicky's lap, he'd been behind
Steph, stripping her of her jeans and burying his face in her pussy before
Nicky could even suggest the man join them.

"Little minx, reminding me of how Zeb
ate your pussy while you coaxed a huge load out of me isn't nice, Ms. McKeown.
This is supposed to be a revered ceremony where we show Zeb just how much we
cherish his submission, not a..."

"And it will be, my romantic
Master." She placed her fingers on his lips. "Everything’ll be
perfect." She leaned in to kiss him, but was interrupted by the sound of
Davis's SUV pulling up. They both looked up towards the parking area, but with
their positioning neither could see anything.

"Damn, he's here." Nicky rubbed
his palms on his thighs.

"Good." She stood. "Go get
in position." She urged him up and pushed him towards the spot they'd
picked earlier. It was the same one where they always fed the ducks. As he
positioned himself so they could easily be seen from the house, Steph dropped
to her knees on his right. Now all they had to do was wait.

* * * *

Zeb
licked at his rapidly melting double scoop of vanilla ice cone as he entered
the house. The cold creamy mixture against his tongue was delicious. Not as
delicious as his Sir and Ma
’am though.
Kicking off his shoes, he headed towards his room, thinking of changing out of
the suit he’d worn to court this morning. Behind him, Davis hung his keys on
the hook by the door.

“Why don’t you go change while I see what’s
up with Bella and Ethan?” Davis shed his suit jacket and rolled up his cuffs
before loosening his tie and unbuttoning his collar.

Zeb nodded. “Yeah, sounds like a good idea.
I’ll change out of this suit and maybe try Nicky.”

Davis shifted a bit. “Well, I called Ethan
earlier to let him know the verdict. He’s as happy as you about the outcome, so
he called and invited Steph and Nicky out for a cookout to celebrate. I
wouldn’t be surprised if they show up before you get finished changing.” Davis
leaned in. “But it’s supposed to be a surprise, so act surprised when you see
them.”

Zeb’s heart jumped. “Damn, okay. I need to
shower.” He rushed into his room, stripping off his suit, nearly tearing
buttons off his silk shirt. After a long day at the bakery and then sitting in
a stifling courtroom, a hot shower was in order. He wasn’t going to his Sir or
Ma’am reeking.

Ten minutes later, he stepped out of the
shower, feeling refreshed. Drying off, he slipped on jeans and faded rock band
t-shirt before shoving his feet into a pair of deck shoes. Running his hand
through his damp hair, he slipped out of his room and headed towards the
kitchen. Once there, he inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of the grill.
Opening the fridge, he grabbed a bottle of water, moving towards the sliding
glass doors.

On the deck, Davis was talking with Ethan
while Bella was setting the table, but that wasn’t what caught his attention.
It was the squawk of the ducks and the two figures standing at the water’s
edge. Nicky’s bronze hair shone from the sunshine bouncing off the pond as his
hand touched the bent head of the person next to him. At his feet, Stephanie
knelt, her hands folded behind her body. He could see her submission in every
curved line of her body.

When he stepped out on the deck, Ethan and
Davis fell quiet. Only Bella, who’d been in the process of pouring several
glasses of lemonade, approached him. She placed a hand on his arm. “They’ve
been waiting for you.”

Zeb glanced down at the hand on his arm,
then into her eyes. Somehow he doubted she was referring to the fact they’d
recently arrived. And he was right when she lifted onto her toes to brush a
kiss across his cheek. “Go to them.”

He nodded, slowly making his way down the
steps and onto the lawn. It seemed to take forever, yet at the same time, so
fast he felt like he’d only taken a few steps. Coming to a stop in front of
Nicky, he couldn’t help but stare. He wore a pair of indecently tight leather
pants and a soft cotton shirt with three quarter sleeves. The dark, intense
look in his Sir’s eyes was enough to make his heart pound loudly. Stopping in front
of him, Zeb waited for Nicky to address him. When he continued to stare down at
him, Zeb shifted. “Sir?”

Nicky shoved his fingers into one pocket of
his leathers. “Things have changed, Zebadiah. Steph and I are ready for more.”

Pushing down the panic wasn’t easy, but Zeb
managed. “More?”

“Yes. Our time learning, getting to know
you, has been wonderful, but we need more than a friend with benefits.”

Drawing a sharp breath, he looked from
Nicky, down to Steph and back up. “And you think I look at our relationship as
‘friends with benefits’?”

“I don’t know. You’ve never said one way or
the other. You submit to both of us, yet you run home afterwards, like your ass
was on fire. You never speak of the future other than the one you’re building
with your bakery.”

Zeb inhaled sharply. “I could say the same
for you, Sir.” Folding his arms over his chest, he glared at Nicky. “You and
Steph have a separate life from me when we’re not playing.”

“And that’s why this is going to stop.”
Nicky tugged something out of his pocket.

As the metal glittered in the sunshine,
Nicky twisted the links around his fingers. There was a small circular tag
hanging from the middle of it. It held a black and silver triskallion, each one
of its intertwined pieces representing a faction of the BDSM world: Dom, switch
and submissive. It was unique, just like Zeb had thought their relationship to
be.

 
“I
had this is made out of anodized aluminum because of your gold allergy.”

Zeb’s mouth went dry as Nicky rolled the
silver and blue chain between his fingers, letting the tag sway in the slight
breeze. “You did?”

Nicky nodded. “But you didn’t ask what it
was,
il mio colibrì.”
Nicky’s voice
grew soft. “Ask me what it is.”

Zeb’s breath grew faster. He looked from
Steph to Nicky. “What is it, Sir?”

“It is a byzantine chainmaille slave
collar. I had them design it with captive inverted round links. Each link is
built on one another, twined together until the links become stronger as a
whole than they are separate.” Nicky sighed, but met Zeb’s eyes. The emotion in
them was breathtaking. “But more importantly this collar is yours, if you want
it.”

“For me? I don’t understand…” Zeb swallowed
roughly. He’d never expected Nicky to offer him a permanent collar. Even though
he’d fallen for both of them, he’d always thought of himself as their third - a
treasured third they invited in their bed to spice up their love life.

“It’s simple. I love you.” Nicky brushed
his fingers over Steph’s head. “Steph loves you. We want you to be ours.”

“You do?” His legs trembled at the thought
of belonging to his Sir, to his Ma’am. Of sharing everything with them, of
helping Steph take care of their Sir, of rubbing his Ma’am’s feet at the end of
the day. It sounded almost too good to be true.

“Yes. All you have to do is accept it.
Promise to love us enough to offer your submission, knowing we love you enough
in return to give you what you need.” The stark need in his Sir’s tone stroked
over Zeb, and made his choice easy.

“I…” He licked his lips, reaching out to touch
the collar. “I already do. You’ve owned my heart from the first time you caught
me on this path…Master.” Then he sank down to his knees next to his Ma’am…his
sometimes Mistress, sometimes lover, but always the keeper of his heart.

“And Ma’am?” Nicky prompted. “What about
her?”