Mia's Masters [Locks and Chains 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (13 page)

“Do you think Dylan would ever allow me to call you Master out loud?”

“Well, little sub, that’s for me to worry about. Now get your pretty little ass into gear. We have stores to visit and plastic to torture.”

She burst out laughing. “Yes, Sir.” Grabbing her bag from under her desk, she stood and walked to Mathew, who took her arm and headed toward the door.

“And then we can torture you with the items we buy,” he said with a wink.

That stopped her in midstep, and she turned to face Mathew. He smiled back at her and chuckled. Leaning toward her, close enough for his lips to caress her ear, he whispered while nibbling lightly on her ear. “Come on, little sub. Everything’s going to be fine. You’re going to love it.”

She really hoped he was right. If it was anything like right now, she would love it.
 

Clothes shopping had been a load of fun. Mathew bought her nearly a whole wardrobe of clothes. He’d been demanding and dominant, but his cheeky playboy attitude made the experience fun. However, their next destination made her gulp. She’d always wanted to walk into a sex shop. Yes, she’d brought toys for herself. What modern woman didn’t buy a vibrator? But thanks to the Internet, she’d never had to walk into a physical shop. Somehow she expected it to be dark and dingy, not the brightly lit, modern store she was standing in. Mathew picked up a hand basket and walked over to a wall display of butt plugs and vibrators. He picked up a bright pink plug, putting it in the basket. He then picked up several vibrators, a glass dildo, nipple clamps, lubricants, edible oils, and heaps more. The basket was nearly full.

“Now, let’s get you to try on a few items, my sub,” Mathew said, smiling.

They walked over to the fetish gear, and he began sifting through the racks, choosing things for her to try on. Once she was in the change room, he kept on bringing more and more items in for her to try. She didn’t even understand what half of them were. Her main concern was how on earth to get into some of them.

“You’ve tried on your last outfit, little sub. Now get dressed and stay in the change room until I return.”

She waited and waited and finally started to worry. What was he was doing? Should she check on him? Should she leave? Or was this some kind of test? Thankfully, he walked back in before she’d had to make a decision.

“Open you shirt, little sub, I have something for you to wear.” He dangled a set of the nipple clamps he’d place in the basket earlier in his hand. There were out of their plastic packaging. Unbuttoning her shirt, she waited. He clamped one nipple and then moved to the other. She panted through the pressure. It wasn’t pain exactly, but rather a deep pressure. Her clit pulsed in response to the clamps like an invisible line that linked them. Mathew buttoned her shirt up over the clamps. He then got her to bend over, and he quickly inserted a pre-lubed butt plug in her ass.

“Okay, little sub, all done. Now let’s go home,” he said with a wicked grin.

“You’re leaving the nipple clamps on. Someone might see them under my shirt.”

“Then you’ll look like the horny little sub that you are. Won’t you?”

Mia felt the heat flood her face as she walked through the store toward the checkout counter. The clerk handed Mathew bags obviously containing their purchases, and they left the store. She was so thankful to be out of there that she almost ran toward the car. She could hear Mathew chuckling, and she wanted to slap him. But she also wanted to fuck him all at the same time, the cheeky bastard. They finally got to the car, and she breathed more easily.

“I can’t wait till Dylan sees those clamps.”

She squirmed on the seat all the way home. The clamps kept her mind on sex. They keep her attention on her body, most notably on her nipples, which, in turn, placed her focus on her clit. She couldn’t help from rubbing against the seat belt just to move the clamps a little, which set the chain reaction of awareness in motion.

“Little sub, are you getting a little bit horny? Do you need to come, little sub?” Mathew said, smiling knowingly.

“You know what this is doing to me, don’t you? Please, Sir, I need to come.”

“Wait, little sub. The anticipation will only make the pleasure better.”

She wanted to weep with relief when she saw the house. It wouldn’t be long now. Bounding out of the car, she ran into the house “We’re home,” she called as she entered the living room, finding Dylan and Peter curled up on the couch with the newspapers.

“I can see that, my pet.”

“She’s been needy all the way home,” Mathew told Dylan.

“Oh! Is my pet in need of release?”

“Little sub, strip and show your Master your new toys.”

She quickly removed her shirt and skirt. Before she could remove her shoes, Dylan stopped her.

“Look at that. Your jewelry looks so good. Maybe we should consider getting your nipples pierced.”

She paled. She really hated pain, and the thought of needles running through her nipples…ow!

“Don’t worry, my pet, all in good time.”

Dylan grabbed the chain linking the nipple clamps to each other and pulled it toward him. She quickly followed, as though latched. She moaned when he stopped pulling and dropped it when she was directly in front of him. “Show me the other toys your Master brought for you today.”

She turned round and bent over at the waist so Dylan would get a good look at the bright-pink but plug inserted in her ass.

“Look at that. It even has jewels encrusted in the end,” he said, tapping on it, which caused her to jump forward. Leaning over as she was, her breasts hung down, and the forward movement swung the clamps attached to her nipples, which made her moan at the sensation and her already-moist pussy began weeping in anticipation.

“Please, Masters.”

“Please what, my pet?”

“Please, Master, I need to come. I need. I need to be fucked.” Her body was heated so far that she was beyond pride, beyond caring about anything but pleasure.

“Because you asked so nicely, I’m willing to consider it. But only if you show your Masters how thankful you are for all your new jewelry and toys.”

“Don’t forget about the new clothing, too, little sub.”

Mia dropped to the floor and crawled to Dylan, reaching up and unzipping his pants. Releasing his hard cock, she took to it like a starving man to a juicy roast. Grabbing behind her, she grappled at Mathew, pulling him to stand beside Dylan. She worked on his pants. Once he was free, she used her hand to stroke him as she bobbed her head back and forth on Dylan. She then moved her mouth to Mathew, sucking and licking him while her hand worked on Dylan. Before long she had sucked them both dry, and they staggered back.

“I think that was appreciative enough. Stand up, my pet, and go up to our play room. My boy has been tied up all afternoon and would love for you to find release with him, so you may use him how you wish.” Mia jumped up and ran to the bedroom. She found Peter tied spread-eagle to the bed, his balls held tight in some kind of torture device, and a plug buried in his ass. He also had nipple clamps attached to his little buds, although his looked painful. There were also red marks across his chest and thighs.

“Are you all right?” she asked with concern. He moaned when he looked at her naked form. He didn’t look to be in pain, but in a state of pleasure. She walked over closer to him and noticed the cock ring. It was so tight on the base of his cock that it looked purple and was rock hard. She touched it lightly with her fingers. He jumped and moaned. A cheeky grin spread on her face.

“You can’t come with that on, can you?” she asked him.

“Not until Master releases me,” he moaned in reply as she rubbed his swollen, throbbing cock.

“Our Master just gave me permission to use you to pleasure myself however I wish. He didn’t tell me how many times I could do it, either.” His growl of frustration pleased her. Without further warning, she mounted his body and positioned herself over his tortured cock, sliding it into her dripping pussy. She groaned at finally being filled to perfection. Yes, it was a little mean to be using him knowing he couldn’t find his own release, but she was so desperate to come. She licked her fingers and moved them down to her clit, rubbing in slow circles as she rode Peter. Glancing quickly at Peter’s face, she noticed him staring at her with rapt attention and a tortured look on his face as he started flexing up off the bed and burying himself further inside her. Her clit started to throb, and she knew she was close. Using her other hand, she tugged on the chain holding the clamps in place and screamed as her body clamped down to signal her release. She fell down on Peter’s chest, panting.

“Well done, little sub,” Mathew whispered.

She turned her head to see both Dylan and Mathew standing at the doorway.

“You have a choice, my pet. You can use Peter again to find release yourself. Or you’ll be allowed to suck his cock till he finds the release he’s been tortured from not having all afternoon. The choice is yours.” She looked down into Peter’s pleading eyes. She couldn’t torture her best friend.

“Please, Master, may I suck his cock?”

“Very good, my pet. You’re learning.”

She was no idiot. If she’d told them she chose to suck his cock, they would both have been punished. She watched, fascinated as Mathew started to remove the devices from Peter’s balls and cock. He groaned when he was finally released. She started out slowly, licking his cock and balls until they turned a natural, healthy pink, although the head of his cock remained a deep purple. She sucked him in as deep as possible, holding his hips as he jerked and moved in a frenzied rhythm. Whatever Dylan had done to him obviously had made him ten times more sensitive. Before long, he was jetting his load into her mouth. If this was the start, she couldn’t wait until the rest of the toys came out to play tonight.

* * * *

Dylan sat at his desk and through his open door he could see Mia working away outside. The last few weeks had been fantastic. She was taking to the lifestyle so quickly that he decided she was a natural. She was a wanton seductress hiding in prim little suits. She was a natural submissive that had been sitting right in front of him for years. Even better for them all was the fact that she was actually turned on by watching male on male action. The ringing of his cell phone distracted him from his work.

“Hello?”

“Dylan, how are you? I haven’t heard from you in a couple of weeks, and I’m guessing it’s Mia that’s been keeping you guys busy. Hey?” Craig said with a jolly tone.

Dylan smiled. He would have been angry at Craig normally. But with Mia keeping them all so busy and sated, nothing really bothered him too much anymore.

“Yes, she’s a little firecracker, but a lovely one at that,” he replied.

“So when are you bringing her to the club? Of course you know her application was approved. With her being with you boys, she won’t have to take part in the trial night.”

“Yes, well, I’m not sure she’s ready for that yet.”

“What? You boys are planning on coming without her? I wouldn’t recommend that.”

“No, we, um…”

“Grace has been asking about Peter. You know how close they have become.”

“Yeah, I know. I also know we can’t come without Mia…but, well…”

“Let me guess. You’re worried that some other Dom is going to spirit her away from you all.”

“No, Mia’s ours. No one will ever touch her.” He growled, meaning every word. Mia was theirs and only theirs. He heard Craig snicker over the phone and grimaced.

“So should I pencil you in for a permanent collaring ceremony? Or will you be doing what Michael and Jason did with Grace and do it after the wedding?”

“What?” He was shocked that Craig would automatically think of them marrying Mia. But somehow the thought didn’t frighten him at all. Maybe. He didn’t know. It was all still too soon to think thoughts like that. They needed to focus on right now, not tomorrow.

“Fine, we’ll bring her to the club. How does tomorrow night sound?” he said reluctantly.

Not that he needed to ask. But if he didn’t get Craig under control, he would go straight to Mia. She did apply to him directly, after all, and it really was a favor that he’d called him first.

“I can’t wait to see you all,” Craig said before ending the call.

Dylan pressed end then threw his cell phone onto his desk so hard it bounced off onto the floor. He was frustrated at being pushed by Craig, and as any Dom knew, Doms didn’t like to be pushed. It was his decision, the timetable of their relationship and her training. Was he hiding her? Was he protecting her too much? Part of him couldn’t wait to show her off to everyone at the club. He wanted to show them all his pet. He needed to get Mia in the right frame of mind first, and he had just the idea.
 

The morning had been so busy she hadn’t seen the message waiting in her inbox until eleven o’clock. Then she wished she hadn’t seen it until five minutes before twelve. Dylan requested in the e-mail that she attend a meeting in the boardroom at twelve o’clock and not to be late. Her panties were wet just thinking about all the fantasies she’d had over the past two and a half years that she could finally get to play out, her favorite being that she was the buffet and all three of her boys were feasting off of her.