Mia's Masters [Locks and Chains 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (19 page)

“Well, what do we have here?”

Both he and Dylan smiled at the question from Craig.

“This is our little pet. We decided to show everyone just how much of a cute little pet she is. As this is such a special occasion,” Dylan replied

“That she is. I’m very impressed, Masters,” Craig said with a grin.

“So how is tonight going? Have the celebrations begun?”

“No, you’ve arrived right on time. You’ll be seated with Mistress Karen, Master Scott, Master Adam, and their relevant subs. Okay, gentlemen. I must leave you to ensure everything is ready before the event begins.”

After Craig left them, Mathew looked down toward Mia, who was knocking at his leg to get his attention.

“May I ask a question, Master?”

“Yes, little kitten.”

“What’s the celebration tonight?”

“Tonight is the collaring ceremony between Master David and his new sub, Helen. They have decided to make their relationship official and permanent.”

“So this is a wedding?”

“No, kitten, it’s a collaring. They may decide to make it legally recognized in the vanilla world by marrying. But a permanent collaring is far more binding and important in our world than a marriage license.”

“I see,” she said thoughtfully.

He knew she didn’t really. But after watching the ceremony, she would.

They found their seats easily as Mistress Karen stood out like a beacon in the sea of people. Peter sat on a cushion next to him, and Mia on one next to Dylan. The feeling of peace at being a fully-fledged Dom once again made him so happy that he couldn’t help but turn to Dylan and give him a brief kiss. For a moment, he thought Dylan might be upset with him.

“Heady, isn’t it. Having our little slave and sub at our feet.”

“Yes. Yes, it is.”

* * * *

Dylan stood back and watched as his family rejoiced in their new play scene. After the collaring ceremony, they had all felt the emotion at the love and devotion shown. They needed to express their own, but being in the club, they were limited. Not wanting to waste Mia’s outfit and role play, he ordered them to the dungeon. Now their sexy little kitten was licking and sucking on his slave boy’s cock as he was strapped to the St. Andrew’s Cross and was being flogged by Mathew. God it was a lovely scene. His boy spread naked on display. His little pet dressed up and acting out the slutty little kitten he had fantasized about. She was alternately licking and purring on Peter’s cock. Mathew was letting his inner Dom free and was reveling in the role.

“Remember, you are not to come, boy.” He knew it was cruel, but what kind of Dom would he be if he didn’t have ultimate control of the scene?

Peter groaned from both the flogging and having his cock sucked. Dylan could tell by the look on Peter’s face that he was about to come. He didn’t want to punish his boy too much tonight. They needed to bond as a family. “Pet, stop and come to me.” He smiled at her immediate response to his command. Her additional training was coming on well. Of course, he didn’t want her to be a slave. But these slave-training techniques trained a submissive to be in the right headspace when needed. He had thought of training her to the flogger and maybe a good cropping as well. Although, he didn’t feel comfortable introducing her to serious pain. She had shown no disposition to it. He was shaken from his thoughts as pet rubbed herself against his leg. “My beautiful pet,” he said and then rubbed her head, patting her hair loving her sensual nature. “Submit, pet.” As she lowered her chest to the floor and raised her ass in the air, he was again reminded of her tail. Considering whether to remove it or not, he opted to keep it in. It would make her pussy just that much snugger. He lent down and pulled the Velcro flap open. Hearing her gasp, he wondered whether it was right to use her in public. They hadn’t actually discussed whether this would be a limit or not. His pulsing, aching cock made up his mind. He knelt behind her displayed assets and rubbed his weeping cock against her dripping pussy.

“Are you a good pet, kitten?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Beg.”

“Please, Master, fuck your kitten. Please, Master, pet needs your cock.”

Any thoughts about whether he was wrong to take her in public just became moot. He rammed his cock balls-deep in the swollen, wet pussy of his pet, and focused on not blowing his load right away. God she felt so tight, so wet, and so silky smooth. He began thrusting harder and harder. He grabbed hold of her hips to steady himself. He watched as Mathew removed Peter from the cross and dragged him over to them and positioned Peter at Mia’s head. He looked into Mathew’s eyes and saw what he wanted. “Pet, suck on Peter’s cock.”

He stopped thrusting, allowing Mia to rise onto her hands, moving her head over to Peter’s crotch. He had to move them both forward a little to allow her to take Peter deep into her mouth.

“Slave, widen your legs,” Mathew commanded as he was lubing his cock behind Peter. He pulled Peter’s ass cheeks apart and lowered himself on his haunches behind Peter. He couldn’t see his cock enter Peter’s ass, but he saw the moment in Peter’s face. He couldn’t take it anymore. He had to start thrusting into his pet’s pussy again. His thrust pushed Mia’s mouth down onto Peter’s cock even deeper. And Mathew’s thrusts into Peter pushed them back, much like a tug-of-war rope pull as their chain of pleasure went on. He heard some murmuring around him and turned to see a sea of people admiring their display. He knew just by the size of his family that he must have some exhibitionist traits although he had never experienced it just like this. He gloried in the appreciation for his family and the sight they made. His slave, his sub, and his pet, they were all his to command as he wished. As one, they all found their pleasure, screaming, moaning, and growling in an eruption of cum. Life was good. Life was very, very good.
 

Peter hurried into Dylan’s office. He’d been working on this for the past month and had finally achieved his goal, and he couldn’t hold in his excitement.

“Whew, Peter, my boy, where’s the fire?”

He cringed as he heard Mia’s sudden intake of breath. Even thought it was three months since her apartment building had burned down, it was still a sore point for her. It most like would be for the rest of her life. He supposed someone never really got over losing everything they owned all those treasured mementoes of their past. How could people be so stupid and ruin the lives of so many others? The final report had been released. It turned out the property owner had not upgraded the apartment building to the latest fire safety codes. A careless tenant had lit dozens of candles the night before for a romantic dinner. Some of the larger ones had been still alight when they had left for work, and well, the rest was history.

Still, not even those thoughts would stop him from this happiness. “Guess who made target and above?” he cheered louder than he meant.

He watched as Dylan turned and made a call. “Mathew, can you come into my office for a second.” They all stood in silence while they waited.

“What can I—hey, what’s going on? Did I miss a party or something?” Mathew said as he opened the door.

“No, it seems that our Peter has met and exceeded his target.”

“Is that true?” Mathew asked.

“Yes, Masters,” he said, placing the reports on Dylan’s desk. “I’ve also e-mailed you both copies, of course.” Dylan picked up the reports, looking them over. Peter couldn’t hold in his nervous energy. He was so excited. He looked at Mia and smiled. She returned his smile as they waited for the verdict.

“Well, it all looks good to me. Congratulations, Peter. You’re the first to win the new company rewards system,” Dylan said with a smile of praise for him.

He wanted to roar with pride at his win and preen at the praise from his Master.

“Mia, my dear, you’ll be Peter’s slave for twenty-four hours, starting tomorrow morning. Given that it’s a Saturday, he’ll have plenty of time to enjoy his reward.”

“Yes, Master,” Mia said with a shy smile.

Dylan then turned to face him. “You, my boy, can do anything you want with your slave. However, and I know I don’t really need to remind you of this, you will not hurt or damage your slave. Love her, use her, and play as you will, but treat her with the kindness and care that I do.”

“Of course, Master, and thank you.” As he turned to leave Dylan’s office, Mia grabbed him by the arm to stop him. He was frightened that she might disagree or ask him not to do it. Even now he still had insecurities about whether Mia would accept him on his own.

“Congratulations, Peter,” she said with a big grin.

She then leaned over and gave him a hug and a sweet, gentle kiss. He wrapped his arms round her and squeezed her back, and he felt her lips at his ear. I look forward to our time together,” she whispered. “Then she pulled back and winked. He felt alive. She was happy, and his Masters were happy. There was no better feeling for a slave than a pleased Master and everyone else around him happy.

He walked out of Dylan’s office and back toward his own, running through his plans for what he was going to do with Mia. He wasn’t a Dom. It just wasn’t in him, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t have fun.

* * * *

Mai opened her eyes to see Peter staring down at her. “Good morning.”

“Good morning, slave.”

She didn’t know how to respond. She loved Peter, but he just wasn’t dominant to her.

“So, are you ready for our day?” he asked like an excited puppy.

He looked so excited it actually broke her heart. “Yes…”

“It’s okay, Mia. We both know I’m not a Dom. So we’re going to spend today as lovers. But! I get to plan all activities,” he said, looking a little sheepish at her.

Feeling relieved it was all out in the open, she was now excited. “Great, what are we going to do?”

“Firstly, we’re going to have breakfast at my favorite coffee shop.”

“Mmm, sounds good.”

“Then we’re going to the growers market. I have booked us in for a cooking demonstration. This will then be followed by lunch at the mall. We’re getting facials and our hair styled and then doing some clothes shopping. If we feel like it, we’ll see a movie as well. Then we’ll have a candlelit dinner and a sensual bubble bath and massage.”

“Oh my God…you’ve just become my hero. That sounds like a wonderful day, full of treats.” She couldn’t believe he’d thought of all that. She leaned over and kissed him.

“Thank god we don’t have to go,” Dylan muttered from the other side of Peter.

“Here, here,” agreed Mathew from behind Mia.

“Ignore them, Peter. I can’t wait,” she replied, not wanting their obvious disinterest to darken Peter’s mood.

“Now, remember, pet, you’re not to ignore your Master,” Mathew said as he raised her leg from behind, throwing it over Peter’s hip. He then lined up his cock and thrust into her and started a slow pumping from behind. Sliding one arm under her to get access to both her breasts, he began squeezing and molding them. He then used them as handles to give him more maneuverability to thrust deep and hard into her.

“Peter, since it’s your day, would you like Mia’s pussy wrapped around your morning hard-on?” Dylan offered.

“Yes, Master,” Peter said, his smile wide. Mathew pulled himself away from her, and she didn’t fight to have him back inside her because it was Peter’s day. Peter rolled over flat on his back, and Mia mounted him. Then she slowly lowered herself down onto his hard cock, moaning in pleasure.

Dylan leant over to her ear and whispered, “You didn’t think your Masters would miss out, did you?”

She felt the coldness of the lube as it ran down between her ass cheeks and shivered at the sensation. Mathew inserted a finger and then two, prepping her, as she slowly raised and lowered herself on top of Peter. The blunt tip of Mathew’s cock pushed against her rose, focusing on loosening the muscle so as his cock could slide through the tight rings. Peter groaned below her at the added tightness in her pussy from another cock in her ass. The pleasure and pain of the double penetration flooded her, and she shivered and moaned she was so full, so horny, and so desperate to come. Mathew stopped as soon as he was balls-deep inside her ass, waiting for her body to adjust.

“Now, pet, I see you still have a hole without a cock,” Dylan said as he moved toward her head, kneeling and pointing his cock at her mouth. His crude words only turned her on more. To be so full and to have all her Masters’ cocks within her body was complete and utter fulfillment for her. To be able to satisfy all her Masters at the same time was a sub’s heaven. She opened her mouth and nearly gagged from trying to swallow Dylan all the way.

“Hold on, my pet. Take it easy. You have us all,” Dylan said as he started to pump into her mouth. As Peter and Mathew again started thrusting, she felt an unrivalled joy flooded her like no other.

“My boy, I want you to pinch and punish our pet’s clit,” Dylan commanded.

Mia moaned, wanting to respond, but her mouth was full. She tasted Dylan’s pre-cum as it dribbled into her mouth and knew he wasn’t far off. Mathew started to pound into her ass, and the sound of flesh slapping flesh rang through the air. Peter moved his hand in between their bodies and rubbed her clit. She was so close, she could feel it building, begging to break free. But she needed something extra, something to finally send her over. Peter took her clit between his two fingers and pinched. Like a light switching on, her body hit the crest and fell over in a plunging force. Her body pulsed to the beat of pleasure, a beat only hell could have created, as this was too naughty for heaven. She could feel the muscles in her pussy and ass clench in pleasure, crushing and squeezing the cocks buried inside her. In the distance, she heard both Peter and Mathew growl and pound into her burying themselves deep as they both pumped their seed into her body.