Mia's Masters [Locks and Chains 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (10 page)

Peter said, moving closer to her, “Your health and safety will always be guaranteed while in our care. We’ll ensure even if you choose to leave us, you’re taken care of,” he added.

“Thank you,” Mia replied, even though the words sounded so formal. She was thankful that he had explained everything to her. There could be no misunderstandings or misinterpretations. She would be totally safe here. The contract offered her written protection, and hearing the sincerity in his words was the cherry on top.

“Now the formalities are out of the way. I’m sure my boys are just as anxious as I am to have you, so we’ll leave the rest of the house rules for a little later.”

“Thank god, I’m dying over here,” Peter called out.

“Strip for your Masters,” Dylan demanded in his deep baritone voice.

Mia understood why the boys called him Master. That voice just made one want to want to obey. She started unbuttoning her jacket and letting it slip from her shoulders, and then she started on her blouse. She looked at the three faces in turn around her, trying to suppress her fear. She was so embarrassed.
Are they going to be attracted to me? Will they think I’m fat or ugly or both? What if, when they see me naked, they decide they’re not attracted to women and seeing me just confirms it? Shit! Shit, shit. I don’t think I can do this.
While all these possibilities whirled through her head, she continued to get undressed.

As her blouse fell from her shoulders, exposing her bra-covered breasts, she heard a gasp and searching the men’s faces, terrified that it was a revolted gasp. She discovered them all staring at her. Peter had his mouth open, Mathew, whom she thought had gasped, looked shocked, and Dylan was clenching his teeth. Glancing down at her chest to see why they were so transfixed. She was wearing a plain, flesh-colored T-shirt bra. Nothing sexy or revealing. Maybe they didn’t like it. It wasn’t like she’d dressed yesterday morning knowing she’d be doing this strip. Anyway, she only owned one set of really sexy lingerie, and it was burned to a crisp.

“Is there something wrong?” she asked, hoping that none of them said she was what was wrong.

“Little Mia! Look at what you’ve been hiding underneath all those unflattering clothes,” Dylan drawled with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

Mia suddenly felt like a lamb trapped by the big bad wolf.

“Holy shit, Mia, you’re stacked,” Peter said, his mouth still gaping open.

“What are those, 34DD?”

Mia suddenly realized that being able to judge a bra size meant Mathew had a lot more experience with women’s breasts than she’d first thought.

“Actually I’m a 34D,” she replied. She could feel her face begin to heat under their scrutiny and the talk of her bra size. She wasn’t normally disposed to blushing, but she felt like a bug under a microscope with the three of them watching her. She had blushed more in the last twenty-four hours than the last two years.

“Take the bra off now,” Dylan demanded.

Mia still couldn’t tell if they were happy with her or not.
They wouldn’t be as transfixed as they were, if they didn’t like what they saw, would they?

“Why on earth would you hide those beautiful breasts under those horrible clothes? In the three years you’ve worked for us, I’d never have guessed you were hiding those.” Mathew drooled.

“Master, please, ask her to hurry up. I really need to get my hands on them,” Peter pleaded to Dylan.

“We’re all going to be able to have our hands on them very soon, my boy.”

“I know they’re a bit big and…I have the hips to match,” Mia stuttered, apologizing.

“Little Mia, why on earth would you be ashamed of those beautiful full globes and your hips, darling? You’re curved just the way a woman should be,” Dylan stated.

“That’s just a nice way of saying heavy or fat,” she replied. God, why was she saying these things? She sounded pathetic and weak. Not the strong person she was. She’d stopped worrying so much about her body a long time ago. Well, at least she thought she had. This proved she hadn’t.

“You’re healthy and a true woman. Not a stick insect. That doesn’t make you overweight.”

“Well, all the models in magazines aren’t curvy and healthy,” Mia responded, cringing at the whiny way her voice sounded. Whoever this person was, she needed to be taken outside and shot.

“We’ll talk about this later, but for now I want that skirt off you. Now,” Dylan demanded.

Mia placed her hands behind her back to reach her zipper, and little did she realize that it would thrust her breasts out. She heard three male groans of desire and raw lust. A slight sexy smile made its way to her lips with the realization of her power over them. They desired her, they actually loved her breasts, and they lusted after them. They wanted to touch and play with them. Being brazen, she arched her back further, seeming as though she was having problems with her zipper.

“If you don’t get that skirt off in the next thirty seconds, I’m going to tear it off your body,” Mathew said fiercely.

Mia jolted in shock. She’d never heard Mathew this demanding or commanding before. He’d always been the playboy, the flirt. She’d never seen him dominate. He had commanded her into the car earlier, but that was nothing to what he was doing now.

She let her skirt fall to the floor and prayed her heavy hips didn’t undo the lust her breasts had evoked. Their faces hadn’t changed, and, feeling more confident, she put her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and dragged them down over her hips, wiggling as they slid to the floor and piled on top of her other clothing. She stepped away from the tangle of clothes, completely naked save for her sensible heeled work shoes. Looking at Dylan, she questioned whether he wanted the shoes removed as well. Seeing no answer, she stepped out of her shoes. As her bare feet touched the tiled floor, she recoiled at the jolt of cold.

“I can’t believe you’d want to hide such a luscious body! Follow me.” Dylan walked out of the room without looking back to see if she was following and then moved toward the stairs.

Mia looked at both Peter and Mathew, questioning what to do. They had started to follow Dylan, so she opted to do the same. They all walked up the stairs like a trail of ants and into what was obviously the master bedroom. What awaited her was the largest bed she’d ever seen. Forget California king, this would have to be double that size.
I wonder where they get bed linens. They would have to be custom made.
She tried to distract herself from the moment. She was in their bedroom completely naked. They were all fully dressed, and she was now their servant and submissive. She was about to have sex with three men all at once. They were her bosses and her fantasy lovers. She was terrified.

“Now, my little Mia, I’ve fantasized about you for a very long time and in so many different ways. I can finally have you, and I can’t wait. I’m sure both my boys feel the same. So get that beautiful body you’ve been hiding from us up on the bed,” said Dylan with Mathew and Peter flanking him.

Mia moved to the bed, using a wantonness that was not in her nature. She crawled on all fours up onto the bed and sat on her haunches in the center, facing the trio with one finger in her mouth. Peter groaned at her display, and Mathew licked his lips. Dylan smirked. He was enjoying this immensely.

“Boys, strip. Peter left, Mathew right,” Dylan commanded. Both Peter and Mathew started removing their clothes, and Mia couldn’t help but watch the show as they exposed inch by inch of their flesh. Peter was a thinner build than Mathew and Dylan. His milky skin had a porcelain glow, and with strong pecks and a tight waist, he looked in shape but not thickly muscled. Mathew was more corded with muscles, and his olive skin set off his pecs to perfection. She was drooling at the sight of his body. Dylan looked as though he would have a more defined muscular chest, which she couldn’t wait to see. She saw Dylan gazing her as she watched the other two undressing although he didn’t make any attempt to undress himself. He just stood there looking at them all.

It was the removal of both their pants that had Mia licking her lips. Peter’s cock was thin but would have to have been seven or eight inches long, by far the longest cock she’d ever seen. Mathew’s was thicker with a flared head and at least seven inches long. It was impressive in an,
oh god, will I stretch to accommodate the width,
kind of way. Her eyes immediately jumped to Dylan’s crotch, trying to guess what he was packing. The sound of Dylan’s chuckles echoed in the room when he noticed her looking.
 

“Little Mia, are you waiting to see my cock, my pet?” Dylan asked, smiling at the desire in her eyes.

“I…well…” she stammered.

“Answer me, kitten,” he demanded, holding her eyes in a battle of lust and demand.

“Yes,” she whispered. She didn’t understand why Dylan brought out the shy, reserved side of her. He challenged her and made her feel submissive. While she wanted to challenge him at the same time, she also wanted him to earn her.

“You’ll ask me for what you want, and don’t use that squeaky little voice. Ask out loud, kitten, and I may grant your request.”

Mia swallowed her reservations and her fear. She had used bravado to get her here thus far, and she would draw on the little that remained welled deep in her heart.

“I want to see your cock,” she called.

“Master,” he demanded.

“What?” she questioned.

“I want to see your cock, Master.”

She wanted to slap the smug expression right off that gorgeous face, although then she’d never get what she wanted. “I want to see your cock, Master,” she parroted.

“Boys, undress me.”

Mathew and Peter moved toward him and began unbuttoning his shirt together as a team. They stripped him of his clothing, sliding their hands over every inch of his exposed skin. The sight of Mathew and Peter caressing him and her reaction to it surprised her. She felt a warm, wet need curl in her stomach. She cupped her own breasts, pinching her nipples as she watched the performance, and it was a performance. They moved like choreographed dancers. Her hand slid down her stomach to her pussy, and, using her index finger, she began to circle her swollen clit for the third time that day.

“No, kitten.”

Dylan’s demand jolted her from her rapt gaze on the three men. She pulled her hands from her pussy and breast and settled them on the bed next to her. She felt scolded and embarrassed like a mischievous child.

“Kitten, you’re forbidden in future to touch yourself. Your body is not your own. Your body belongs to me and Mathew.” He stalked to the bed. “You don’t get to touch what I own without my permission. Mathew, get me some restraints. It seems our little kitten here can’t control herself.”

Mathew chuckled in response as he moved toward two beautifully stained wooden doors and opened them.

Mia thought it was a closet, but instead it opened into another room. A dark dungeonlike room. “What’s that room for?” Her voice squeaked as she asked. She knew what it was, logically, if she took into consideration their lifestyle. But for some reason she needed reassurance.

“It’s our playroom, pet, and don’t worry. You’re going to get to know that room really well.” Dylan’s drawl enthralled her. At this moment, she would get to know anything if he asked her to, although she wasn’t going to let him know that.

Mathew returned with two leather restraints, and on closer inspection, she realized they were lined with soft, padded fabric. What on earth were they going to attach the cuffs to? she wondered. Like a military operation, she was pulled into a sitting position, and her arms twisted behind her back. The cuffs were belted to her wrists, and then they were linked together. Trapped and unable to use her hands, she was now at their mercy. Instead of feeling fear, which she knew she should be feeling, she could only feel her pussy weeping and her clit begging for attention, making her want to beg them to take her, use her, and make her theirs.

* * * *

“Boys, we have our pet where we want her. Take a breast each and feast.”

Dylan’s cock jumped and pulsed, and his balls tightened, and he hadn’t even touched her yet. The sight of her bound and ravished by his boys was just too much, and he desperately wanted to join the group. He feared he would come just by rubbing his cock against anyone or anything. Hell, maybe even the bed would do it.

Mia groaned as Mathew took a nipple deep into his mouth and sucked. Peter was nibbling and biting on its twin.

“I want to see pink, boys,” he called out. Both of them took a leg each and spread her wide. Her pussy was neatly trimmed, but Dylan didn’t like anything that hid what he owned. “Tomorrow you are going to shave or wax that pussy I own. I want it bald and visible at all times. My pussy may be part of your body, but never doubt that it’s mine. As my servant, you’ll keep my pussy just the way I like it.”

Both Mathew and Peter spread her labia with their fingers, showing him the pink he wanted.

“My pet, just look at the pussy you’ve given me,” he said, stalking toward the bed to claim his prize.

He crawled toward her, never taking his eyes from hers, challenging her the entire time. She looked away and bowed her head, giving him the silent submission he demanded. Glorying in his victory, he lowered himself to her exposed core and lapped from ass to clit. Repeatedly, he lapped up her salty, sweet taste.