Her Two Doms (7 page)

Master Gabriel put on a condom then joined them. “Your ass looks so hot with that plug up there. You’ll be ready for a bigger one soon.”

That he spoke in terms of a future took away some of the fear she’d felt from his words.

“Master Devon told you to get his cock in your mouth.” He slapped her right buttock hard. “Must he repeat himself?”

“No, Sir!” She curled a hand around Master Devon.

“That’s not your mouth,” he told her.

She was out of her element, and she never wanted to go back.

Master Gabriel moved so that he was on his back, with his head beneath her pelvis. “Sit on my face, sub.”

Oh. God.

He dragged her into the position he wanted then began eating her pussy.

He reached up and placed one hand on the small of her back to hold her steady. With his other hand, he captured the chain that dangled between her breasts. Master Devon put his hands on her head and held her while he thrust into her mouth.

She was overwhelmed, trapped, helpless, and on the verge of coming.

“Come,” Master Gabriel ordered, forcing her hips a little lower and increasing the pressure with his tongue as he licked and sucked her. “Fill my mouth with your pussy juices.”

His coarse language thrilled her.

He yanked hard on her nipple chain.

She climaxed in a shuddering, heated rush.

In less than twenty minutes, both men had made her come. She was exhausted, and she wanted more.

They gave her no time to recover.

Master Gabriel changed positions, getting behind her.

Being beastly, he withdrew her plug and inserted it repeatedly, in tandem with his finger-fucks. “Your cunt is wet,” he said.

Drenched was more like it.

Master Devon’s cock thickened and pulsed. She knew he was close to shooting his load in her mouth.

He trapped her head with his cock down her throat.

“Good girl,” he told her.

Master Gabriel pulled out his fingers and eased his thickness inside her.

He held her hips steady as he thrust hard and quick. The feel of his cock in her cunt and the plug in her anus was overwhelming. Combining that with Master Devon’s cock in her mouth, she was stretched impossibly wide.

Master Devon released his grip on her head, apparently once again in control.

She worked her mouth up and down his cock as Master Gabriel rode her.

He forced another orgasm from her. She was generally pleased to come hard once when she had sex, but these men were relentless in their demands. He remained still for a few seconds, and she wondered what he’d do. Then he began to thrust again, but harder, faster, his strokes deeper and deeper, no longer holding back.

She felt him thicken inside her.

Lost, she stopped sucking on Master Devon, gripping his cock with one hand, her other hand curled deep into the covers as she desperately hung on.

Master Gabriel swore viciously. He pulled her hips back, fully impaling her.

He held her masterfully and intensity was enough to drive another orgasm from her. She came just seconds before he did.

He placed one arm under her stomach, relentlessly holding her in place. He held one shoulder firmly.

“Do me,” she told him.

With a few more powerful thrusts, he grunted—a very masculine sound—then he ejaculated.

“Damn,” he said. “Victoria, you’re sensational.”

He stroked her spine, and he brushed her hair aside to kiss her nape.

She resumed sucking Master Devon, not that he gave her much choice with the amount of pressure he exerted on her nape. Clearly he had no intention of being left out.

“Time for something a little different,” Master Gabriel said.

She knew she was on the verge of making Master Devon come, but he was the one who captured her face and stopped her movements.

Master Gabriel took charge. After discarding the condom, he put a couple of pillows on the edge of the bed. “Back on the pillows, sub. Raise your legs.”

“I’m not sure what you mean, Sir.”

“I want you on the edge of the bed. Your rear will be off the mattress, you’ll need Master Devon to support you.” Hardly able to think straight, unable to figure out what he meant, she did as instructed.

Master Devon left the bed long enough to roll on a condom. Knowing that he was now going to take a turn inside her renewed her excitement. She didn’t want this time together to end. A year was too long to wait for another joining like this. And Master Gabriel would likely never be on the cruise again.

As thrilling as this was, it was also heart-breaking. How was she supposed to go back to her regular life?

Master Devon grabbed hold of her ankles, dragging her away from her thoughts and towards him. “Put your feet on my shoulders.”

The position stretched her hamstrings and exposed her pussy. “Hot,” he said, easing into her.

“Ahh!”

“Too much?”

“Yes. No.” Between the plug and the angle, she was still completely overwhelmed. She’d played with him for many years, and he’d never behaved this way. It was as if the two fed off each other.

Gabriel, his cock still looking impressive, joined them. He held a small but lethal whip.

He knelt next to her on the mattress.

She didn’t need any instruction. She fondled his balls and stroked his shaft.

“I’m going to whip your front while Master Devon screws you.”

He whipped her breasts masterfully, catching her nipples with the tips, wrapping the strands around her breasts.

She’d never felt anything more exquisitely torturous. Her body all but convulsed, but she kept licking and jerking him off as Master Devon lifted her behind from the pillows and fucked her cunt hard. He slammed into her again and again.

Master Gabriel angled the whip differently, raining hits all over her front, including her ribs, her belly, and her pelvis with enough intensity to make her body react with a thousand pinpricks of tension, but not cause a lot of pain.

“Come for us,” Master Devon urged. “Clench my cock with your pussy.”

Master Gabriel squeezed one of her breasts. Involuntarily, she clamped down on Master Devon and came almost instantly. “Sir!”

He leant forward to torment her clit. She squeezed her buttocks, feeling the plug, and Master Gabriel continued to beat her.

Impossibly, she came a second time, less than a minute later.

With the force of her orgasm, Master Devon surged forward again, and his eyes closed.

She smiled, filled with a sense of feminine triumph. She’d made two very sexy men come. And they had satisfied her completely.

Master Gabriel pulled her back to the middle of the bed, and he folded her in his arms.

“I’m going to remove your plug,” Master Devon said.

“I might die of embarrassment,” she said.

Master Devon was very matter-of-fact about pulling out the plug and carrying it to the bathroom. It didn’t take away her humiliation, but she could live with it. He used a damp washcloth between her legs. “Thank you, Sir.”

“You know, Master Devon, you’ve been remiss in teaching this sub some manners.”

She gasped.

“She sometimes remembers to say Sir, but she rarely says please or thank you.”

She lay cradled in Master Gabriel’s arms while Master Devon cared for her, and she wished this could last forever. She knew they only had a few more moments, though.

“Last night Master Devon and I were talking,” Master Gabriel commented. “Seems neither of us can get enough of you.”

“The feeling is mutual, Sir.”

“We have no idea how things would work out…”

“We’re not sure if you’d even be willing,” Master Devon cut in.

“What?” she asked, struggling out of Master Gabriel’s arms. She scooted against the headboard and drew her knees to her chest. Protectively, she wrapped her arms around herself. She looked from one man to the other.

This conversation, with all three of them being naked, was surreal.

“We don’t want you to give up the law,” Master Gabriel said. “But we want to find a way to make this last longer than the cruise.”

“Of course,” Master Devon added, “even Gabriel and I aren’t in the same city all the time. We couldn’t promise that this would be easy.”

“I… I’m not sure what to say.” She’d spent her adult life avoiding emotional entanglements so she could focus on her career. A relationship with one overbearing man would be difficult—two would be next to impossible.

“Nothing in life comes with guarantees,” Master Devon said.

“But we will put up with your hours and work demands,
and
spank your ass when you get home,” Master Gabriel added.

That he’d remembered her words astounded her.

Even though this seemed to be moving too fast, she always did things that way. And he was right, success was never preordained, it was often a struggle, but the rewards were worth it. Waking up next to one, or both of them, long evenings of punishment and sex… Yeah, her two Doms were worth it.

“Think about it,” he finished.

“I don’t need to think.”

Master Gabriel narrowed his gaze. She saw, in the tension in his jaw, how important her answer was. “I have a list of limits you two will have to agree to. First of all—”

“Right,” Master Gabriel said, picking her up and dragging her over his lap, a place she imagined she’d be spending a lot of time. “Master Devon, find this sub a gag.”

“Wait, please. Just a moment. I have something to say first.”

“Of course you do,” Master Devon commented drily.

She looked at Master Gabriel then at Master Devon. “I accept. Thank you, Sirs.”

“Did she just respond like a good sub should?”

She saw he was looking at Master Devon, not at her.

“Shall we show her how we treat subs who behave really well?” Master Devon asked.

Master Gabriel stroked his fingers over her buttocks, then dipped between her cleft to probe at her still-tender anus. “Let’s do just that.”

Master Devon held up a massive vibrator, one that used electricity instead of batteries. Her mouth fell open. She didn’t need a gag to remain silent. They’d left her speechless.

“Music to our ears,” Master Gabriel said. “And your screams will be even sweeter.” He flipped her on to her back and pinned her hands above her head while Master Devon touched her hungry cunt with the vibrator.

“Shall we?” Master Gabriel asked. “Here’s to the first of many orgasms to come in the future years.”

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Excerpt

Chapter One

“There are two of you?”

“Is that a problem?” Master Rafael asked, arching an expressive brow.

Lindsey Nolan stood on the porch of the magnificent Rocky Mountain home, looking up at the tall Dom. The hint of a Spanish accent, sexy and compelling, laced his voice, sending a shiver of anticipation through her.

He stood next to another man whom he had introduced as Master Eric. While Master Eric was slightly shorter than Master Rafael, both men were over six feet tall. Both had broad shoulders, narrow hips, powerful and oh-so-sexy thighs.

While Master Rafael was dark, with rakishly long hair and brown eyes she could drown in, Master Eric had sun-kissed blond hair that he wore short, cropped. His expressive blue eyes were warm and welcoming.

Could the two men be more different?

Intuitively Lindsey wanted to be dominated by Master Rafael, but she wanted to be held and comforted—perhaps made love to—by Master Eric.

“A problem?” she repeated. “No. I just have no idea what to do with two Doms.”

“You’ll be told what to do,” Master Rafael explained. “You’re just expected to obey.”

She sucked in a breath.

“Come in, Lindsey.”

For a moment she didn’t move. There was something overwhelming about standing here, eight hundred miles from her small- town central Texas home that made her forget everything she knew about decorum. From the moment she’d asked her cousin to take her shifts at the family’s diner and packed her bag, nothing had been the same.

Master Rafael silently regarded her. He’d told her on the telephone she wouldn’t be pushed into anything. The choices, all along, would be hers.

Even though her heart thundered, a few moments later she entered the foyer, dragging her small piece of luggage.

The house was constructed from warm-toned wooden beams. The entrance floor was slate and a Native American rug stretched across its length. This private place, on acres of land, was so different from her humble reality.

Again she wondered what she’d got herself into by travelling to Master Rafael’s home.

He reached above her head and flicked the door closed, sealing out the cool mountain air.

“We’ll talk in the great room,” Master Rafael said. “I have your signed copy of the rules.”

She nodded. The man was thorough. They’d talked and talked on the phone, and before she’d sent him a copy of the signed rules, they’d gone over the simple statements one by one, several times.

“I printed out your contract.”

“That’s something different than the rules?”

He nodded. “Your contract discusses your limits. It also discusses our mutual agreement that you’ll be here from Friday afternoon to Sunday evening. It states you’re free to leave anytime. The contract includes your safe word and everything else we’ve talked about. I want you to read it carefully and be certain it includes everything you want it to. Once you’re certain everything is in order we can begin.”

Because of his attention to detail, she’d already trusted him with secrets no one else knew. In a way, though, that unnerved her. “What should I do with my bag?”

“Leave it there. You won’t need it.”