Mia's Masters [Locks and Chains 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (25 page)

“What about our children? Will you still feel the same when there are three fathers to your children?”

“Well, they do say it takes a village. Look, I know it’s going to be difficult. I know we’re going to face some challenges, but I believe together we can work through them.”

“So you forgive me, and you’ll come home?”

“I didn’t say that, Dylan. I’m pissed and hurt at what you did. You broke my heart, and to tell you the truth, I’m not sure I could trust you again.” A look of pure pain crossed his face. She wanted to take her words back, but she knew that would be a lie. “Untie me, please.” He looked at her again, and she could tell he was torn between wanting to keep her tied up until she agreed to come back and wanting to let her free to show his trust in her.

“Dylan, I’m never going to forgive you tied up the way I am.”

Resolved, he unclipped the restraints, and she pulled her hands together. He then undid the Velcro straps holding the restraints to her wrists. As he was undoing the straps, she had an idea, and she really wanted to make Dylan pay. She knew that Mathew and Peter wouldn’t mind a little revenge themselves.

“I really need a glass of water. My mouth is so dry. Could you please get me some, Dylan?”

He looked surprised but walked toward the kitchen. Once he was out of earshot, she turned to Mathew and Peter.

“Do you both want me back?”

“Of course,” Peter replied for both of them.

“Are you both willing to help me get my revenge? So I can let this go.”

“What did you have in mind?” Mathew asked, looking a little dubious.

“I want to tie up our Dom and give him a little taste of his own medicine,” she said.

Peter’s face looked stricken.

“I’m…not sure I can do that.”

“Of course you can, sub. I order you to help me restrain Dylan. Then we’re all going to play.”

Mathew turned to Mia with a gleam in his eye that she knew meant he was very, very serious. She wanted to wince for Dylan. But he deserved it.

* * * *

Dylan walked back into the room carrying Mia’s water. He didn’t know how to proceed. He knew getting her here was the first challenge. He had expected her anger. But not the pain she was showing. How did he get her past this?

The atmosphere in the room had changed since he’d been gone. Something didn’t feel right. He handed the glass toward Mia, trying to assess what had changed. Instead of taking the glass, she slapped one of the cuffs on his wrist. What the hell? She then took the glass.

Peter walked up to his side and whispered, “Forgive me, Master.”

What?
Then he felt the second wrist cuff snap onto his other wrist. “What are you all doing?” Mia walked up to him and grabbed both sides of his face, bringing his head down for a kiss. She covered his lips and thrust her tongue into his mouth. She tried to dominate the kiss, but he wasn’t going to let that happen. He tried to bring his arms around her then. But as he did, he realized Mathew and Peter had taken possession of his arms and were pulling them behind him. He started to fight, trying to force his arms back in front. He felt them locking the cuffs together and knew he was in deep shit.

“Now, my Master, we are going to show you the error of your ways. We’re going to make you submit to us. Just so you know and understand what we give to you each time we submit to you.”

“Never,” he commanded.

“Well, that may be true. But we can at least torture your body for a night, and there’s nothing you can do about it. My love.”

He considered demanding to be released. But she’d called him “my love.” Maybe this was the way to move forward. Allow them to take revenge against him for his arrogance.

“I will not submit to you, my loves.” His tone was playful, and he saw them all relax. As much as they wanted to punish him, they were also frightened of his displeasure. Even though they’d tied him up and captured him, they still knew he was their Master. Let his subs play. Who knew? He might enjoy this.

“Peter and Mia, remove his clothing,” Mathew demanded.

He felt his cock flex and fill at the thought of his beautiful subs. Mia knelt in front of him, unbuckling his pants, and his cock hardened as she let his pants fall. She then pulled down his boxer briefs, and his cock bounced free, nearly slapping her in the face. A new fantasy of him rubbing his cock all over her face and lightly slapping her with it before thrusting it in her mouth formed, and he took a mental note for future reference. He flexed his hips and began thrusting forward.

“Ah, my love, you are not dictating this scene.” She growled.

She tried to scold him with her words. She was a feisty little kitten. Yes, she had claws, but they were just cute little wisps. He kept that thought to himself, though, because saying it out loud would only make his situation more precarious.

“Master Mathew, we have a problem,” Peter announced.

He had removed his shirt, but it had caught at his locked wrists.

“Tell me, Dylan, if we release your cuffs so we can get your shirt off, are you going to try to make a break for freedom?”

“Let’s negotiate. I won’t break free if Mia sucks my cock while you and Peter do it.”

“Agreed.”

“Wait. Hold on. I get a say,” Mia replied.

“Do it, little sub,” Mathew commanded, deepening his voice.

Dylan smiled as Mia’s eyes started to droop and glaze. She just didn’t take into account how submissive she truly was. Her tongue snaked out and lapped at the pre-cum that dribbled from his cock. He groaned as the soft, pink flesh lapped at his as it had been over a week since he’d come. Once she’d gotten a taste, she took to his shaft like a ravenous dog. Licking and sucking, she moaned in pleasure. He felt his wrists being released and his shirt tugged from his arms. The need to grab her hard and thrust himself into her mouth was overpowering. Thankfully, his cuffs were locked back into position before he could answer that need. Turning left and right, he saw Peter and Mathew watching Mia with smiles on their faces.
Beautiful.

They all watched their Mia. Her lips wrapped around his flesh, and her face flushed with desire. He felt his balls tighten at the sight. He couldn’t hold on anymore.

“Little sub, stop,” Mathew commanded.

As much as he loved Mathew, he really wanted to beat him right now.

“Let’s move this to another location. A softer one, I think, is necessary,” Mathew said.

He was dragged by his cuffs to the master bedroom and positioned in front of the bed. His cuffs were released without any negotiation, and for a moment he thought they were done with their game. Before he felt himself falling, Mathew had pushed him down on the bed. Mia mounted his chest to hold him in place, as Mathew and Peter quickly clipped him to the restraint ties that were attached to the four corner posts of the bed. He was now spread-eagled in the center. At least they had allowed some slackness in the ropes so he’d have some maneuverability. They all stepped away from the bed and began undressing. He didn’t know which body to look at first. Naked flesh was being exposed in every direction.

“Little sub, suck on Dylan’s cock while we negotiate some more. Boy, help Mia pleasure your Master,” he added.

“Dylan, in all these years together, you have never bottomed to me. I want to take your ass.” He paused. “We both know you’ll still be the Dom in our relationship. But I want to have this.”

Dylan’s first response was no. He needed to think, which was made infinitely harder as Peter and Mia both licked and mouthed his cock and balls.

“My love, do this for me, please?”

Mia’s beg broke through his final resolve. They needed this, and he owed it to his family. No, he didn’t desire it. But as a once-off event, in exchange for getting his family back, so be it. “This once and this once only, I agree. But I want my cock buried deep in Mia while you do it, and I want to watch Mia sucking Peter’s cock below me. Only then can you take my ass.”

“Agreed.”

Mathew sounded so excited. He questioned whether it was fair to not allow him this pleasure on a regular basis. He filed it away for future thought. Thankfully, they then unlocked his cuffs. Once he was free, he sat up and forced Mia to take his place lying on her back. “My boy, get this pussy ready for my cock,” he ordered Peter, feeling his control slip back in place. He watched as Mia squirmed, rolling her head from side to side under Peter’s clever tongue. He waited until she was brought to orgasm before he pulled Peter away.

“My pet, return the favor.” Peter moved up toward Mia’s mouth and groaned when she started to suck. Dylan took a moment to enjoy the sight before he positioned his cock at her pussy. She was so wet and swollen that when he pushed himself slowly inside, he rejoiced in the soft, warm, wet feel of her. As he seated himself home inside her, he felt her muscle clench in satisfaction at being filled.

He felt Mathew spread his ass cheeks, and he clenched his butt muscles. He’d done this to them so many times over the years. But only a very few times had he ever been bottomed, and that was in his younger days. Mathew waited, not saying a word as he relaxed and allowed him to continue. The cool lube dripped between the crack of his ass, and he pumped into Mia a few times to distract himself. As the first of Mathew’s fingers breached his ass, he felt the delicious burn and pushed himself back further against the finger. He had forgotten how good having his ass played with was, and he reveled in the feeling. Mathew scissored two fingers to stretch and relax his ring of muscles.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. As tight as a virgin,” Mathew panted behind him.

Mathew then inserted a third finger, fucking him with them. His cock pulsed, and Mia moaned.
Ah.
So this is what Mathew and Peter felt when he’d had them in this position. Mathew removed his fingers, and the blunt tip of his cock pushed against him. He moaned through the pleasure-pain as he was stretched when Mathew’s huge cock slowly slid inside his ass, putting pressure on his prostate on the way in. He had to quickly pull himself back before he came in Mia. Mathew settled and waited for him to adjust. Peter then moaned and pulsed, and he saw Mia swallowing and knew Peter had come.

“Sorry, Master. It was just too good.”

“That’s okay, my boy.”

Mia turned, and her lips were wet with Peter’s cum. He took her mouth, sharing in the taste of his boy. Mathew started a slow thrusting in his ass, and with each thrust, it pushed him deeper into Mia.

“Fuck, too tight, waited so long. I can’t last long,” Mathew hollered behind him.

He started thrusting hard, hitting Dylan’s prostate on every inward stroke. Remembering his lessons from long ago, he tightened his ass muscles on every outward pull. Mathew groaned and lost all control thanking God as they needed to pound together. He and Mathew thrust fast and deep, and he felt the pulsating of his cock in his ass. He then realized Mathew hadn’t worn a raincoat. Somehow the thought of having his sub’s seed coating his ass finished him off. He buried himself as deep as possible and allowed Mia’s screaming orgasm to milk him of his cum. He felt as though his very life was being squeezed from him as he slumped on top of her, panting to stop himself from passing out. His cock was so sensitive he couldn’t move it from her. He groaned and shuddered as the last ounce of pleasure was drained from him. His last coherent thought before passing into sleep was that his family was home, his life was complete, and that he would have to allow his subs to take control more often. The pleasure it gave them was worth him having to give up control. He had learned a valuable lesson tonight.

Mia looked at herself in the mirror and felt a bit silly. Here she was in the Locks and Chains club dressed in a pure white corset, white lace G-string, and long chiffon overskirt. Really, it was a waste considering she could see through the thing. Why not just walk down the aisle wearing just the G-string? Although she did like the feel of the skirt as she swished and swayed. It really was like a kinky wedding. She had asked the boys, why not wait and do what Grace and her men had done and have the collaring ceremony at the wedding? Dylan had said he didn’t want to wait that long. He wanted her to have a real wedding with the church, the dress, and all the trimmings, and that would take too long to organize. They would get to plan it as soon as she was permanently collared.

He was right. There was no way they could have three grooms in a church, and she really wanted to have a church wedding. She wanted to have the fairy tale she’d dreamed of so many times as a little girl. Mathew and Peter had agreed wholeheartedly, both telling her she was only going to be married once in her life so she should get exactly what she wanted. They were happy to be groomsmen, as long as they got extra attention on the honeymoon to make up for it. The people who counted most at the ceremony would know they were all being married to each other anyway. What would seal their multi-partner marriage was that they would all carry the same last name.

“It’s time.”

Shit! She looked back in the mirror. Makeup, check. Hair, check. Clothing, well, check, as much as possible. Incredibly high heels, which she was most likely going to fall off, check. Okay, this was as good as it got. She walked out of the room and down the staircase to the main floor of the club. She was shocked by the number of people present. The other collaring ceremony she’d attended with the boys not so long ago had only half the amount of people present. Frightened by all the people watching her, she considered turning and running. But before she even turned, she saw her boys standing on the raised platform waiting for her. Peter knelt at Mathew and Dylan’s feet, wearing a black leather vest and shorts, with his formal collar secured round his neck. Both Dylan and Mathew stood with black leather pants and boots. Mathew’s chest was naked and oiled. Dylan’s was covered by a tight black shirt that displayed his chest almost as much as Mathew’s. She could never run from them. The music started, and the audience turned in her direction. She ignored them all and focused on her men. Their eyes lit up when they saw her. Dylan tapped Peter on the shoulder and allowed him to stand as well. She walked toward them on autopilot and climbed the steps toward her future.