Owning Her Curves (2 page)

Chapter 4

Reaching down, she grabbed both their cocks.  She sat up pulling them up into kneeling positions putting their dicks at her eye level.  She placed her lips around the tip of Dom’s and gave it a kiss then suckled it.  She repeated the same on John’s.  Both men responded with groans. 

Whatever she did to Dom, she did to John.  Delicately she lifted the pre-cum off the ends of their dicks with the tip of her tongue.  She loved the musky, salty taste of them. She loved their hardness.  It was so substantial.  She could barely wrap her lips around them.  They filled her mouth up.  No food had ever brought her such complete fullness before. 

As she took each cock into her mouth, she swirled her tongue all around the hot, satiny skin, tracing every crevice and crease, every vein and indentation.  Whenever she hit the bottom of their cockheads, in that most sensitive of places, she felt their dicks pulse in her mouth.  She moaned at the sensation.

They both cursed at the vibration her moan made on their dicks.  It nearly drove them over the cliff.  Their breathing sped up.  Her fingers pressed against their tanned hard thighs, providing her some stability.

It was difficult to get either one of them down all the way, but she tried.  Each of them helped her by holding her head and fucking themselves into her mouth until they felt the wall of her throat.  She couldn’t gag even if she wanted to; her mouth and throat were so full of cock.  As they pulled out, all her saliva made a dirty slurping sound and then fell in sheets off of them.

John put his large hand around her throat as he fucked her face so he could feel himself inside her throat as he managed to get all inside her mouth.  His short hairs tickled her nose.  Sofia was having difficulty breathing but she said nothing even as she began to feel lightheaded.  She would pass out before she denied either one of these men the pleasure that was due them for rescuing her and staying by her side all these months.

It was the least she could do.

John pulled out before she fainted.  Almost immediately he began to come on her face.  Dom soon followed him.  Sofia closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of the warm, thick ropes of cum on her cheeks, eyes and mouth.  She licked her lips and tasted two distinct flavors.  She wondered who was which.

“Fuck,” they both said softly.

“Don’t open your eyes kitten,” Dom told her.

She felt John get out of bed and heard him walk somewhere.  It was their first night in this house, so Sofia wasn’t sure where anything was.  She heard water turn on and off and figured he had gone to the bathroom.  When she felt him return to the bed, it wasn’t long before he was wiping her face with a warm washcloth.  He took great care with her eyes.

“Now you can open them,” he told her.

She did and the first thing she saw was John’s very satisfied face.  She smiled coyly at him.  She leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips.  Looking over her shoulder she saw Dom, lying on the bed, looking as relaxed as she had ever seen him.  He smiled at her lazily and ran his fingers up and down her back.

Sofia lay back down next to Dom and John followed her.

“You were a good girl, kitten,” Dom murmured into her ear.  “You remembered to come only when allowed to.”

“Yes master.” She fell right back into their rules for her.

“A very good girl,” Dom repeated.

Chapter 5

The blood-curdling scream had them running from the kitchen to their bedroom, guns drawn.  Sofia sat up in the middle of the king-size bed, holding her stomach, sobbing.  While John went to her, Dom checked to see if there was anyone in the room.  When he found nobody, he went to Sofia as well.

He looked at John who was holding the crying woman.  John looked at him with the same concern in his eyes.  They had experienced PTS after their stint as ISIS POW’s.  It had taken some time to get over the initial horrible effects, but they had each other as well as other friends who knew what it was they were going through.

The nightmares were the easiest part to deal with.  The hallucinations were the worse.  The inability to determine reality from delusion was scary.

“It’s ok kitten,” John reassured softly.  “You’re safe sweetheart.  We’re here.  We won’t let anything happen to you.  You’re safe.”

Sofia buried her face in John’s chest and clutched at him.  Her sobs tore at the men’s hearts.  John held her tighter to him; Dom put a comforting, heavy hand on her back.  They both stayed with her until the tears dried up.

Chapter 6

“I’ll understand if you want me to leave,” Sofia told them after she finished crying.  “I’m sorry for being such a … baby.”

“Oh honey, you aren’t being a baby,” John said to her soothingly.  He pulled her closer to him.  “You’ve been through so much in the last seven months kitten.   We would be surprised if you weren’t feeling a little overwhelmed by it all.”

Sofia wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his neck.  He held her like that for several long minutes.  When he felt her sigh and then settle in next to him, he knew she had fallen asleep and laid her down gently.  He pushed her hair behind her ear.  Leaning down he kissed her on the forehead.

“We need to get her some help,” Dom said softly.

“Yeah,” John whispered.  “But for now she needs to get some sleep.  I’ll stay with her for a couple of hours and then you can take a couple more if she needs it.”

“Ok.  I’m going to go do some research.  I’ll check in on you both in awhile.”

John sighed deeply as he lay down next to Sofia.  It felt so right being with her.  He needed to be there with her.  She was his other half.  Without her he had been empty.  The last six months had shown him how much he cared for her, how much he … loved her.  He needed to take care of her.

No other woman had ever affected him like this. His stomach did somersaults whenever she looked at him with those big brown eyes.  It was electric every place on his body she touched him. 

He was a soldier.  He knew how to control his emotions.  When she had been missing, he had trouble controlling his anxiety for her.

When he saw her on that table, bleeding to death it was all he could do to stem his terror at the thought of losing her.  She didn’t need his fear; she needed him to be in control.  She didn’t need a boyfriend; she needed a master to take care of her.  He and Dom had to take authority over her and get her out from behind these memories of terror.  They had to reset her boundaries of self.  Today had been a good start, but they needed to be firmer with her, much firmer.

He smiled as he figured out what they needed to do to bring her back from the horror.

Chapter 7

              “How was group?” Dom asked as the three of them sat down for dinner.

              “It was good,” Sofia understated.  She always felt weird talking about her group therapy with Dom and John.  It made her feel weak and like an infant. 

She had been quiet, listening to the others who had more horrific stories to tell than hers.  She felt like she didn’t belong there.  Until this week, she had not enjoyed going but they had demand that she attend.

              “Were you able to talk about what happened to you?” John asked.

              “A little.”

              “How did that feel?”

              “Good.”

              It was like pulling teeth to get information out of her.  They knew she had to talk about it.  They did when they went through their own therapy.

              They ate in silence for a while.

              “I met someone,” she said, putting down her fork.  She sneaked a glance at each of them.

              “Who?” Dom asked with a wide smile, happy she was meeting new people.

              “His name is Eric.”

              Dom’s smile froze.  John looked up at her startled.  She was all smiles.

              “Who?” Dom asked his voice dropping a couple of octaves.

              Sofia’s smile wavered a little with his change in tone.  She didn’t understand what was going on.  She thought they would be happy she was connecting with someone, who she could talk to and not bother them with her issues.

              “Eric,” she repeated.  “He’s in the group.  He invited me to coffee.”

              “You don’t like coffee,” Dom continued in that low voice.

              “I had tea.  I’m sorry.  Have I done something wrong?” she asked, looking between the two of them.

              They both thought about their answer before speaking to her.

              “You haven’t done anything wrong,” John answered.  “You caught us off guard meeting a guy.”

“What does that mean?  Was I not supposed to meet a guy?  Is that a rule?”

“No kitten.  But it does make us uncomfortable you going off somewhere with some strange man.”

“He’s in group with me.  He was raped and beaten by a gang last year.  I – I won’t have tea with him anymore.”

“That sounds good –” Dom began.

“No.” John interrupted, staring daggers at Dom.  “It’s fine for you to have tea with him but not alone.  One of us needs to be there.”

“Oh … I don’t think he would … have tea with me then.  He talks about what happened to him and how he’s dealing with life now.  Kind of a private conversation.”

“Do you ever talk during these tea/coffee conversations?” John asked, knowing the answer.

“Well … not really,” she answered honestly.

“Does he not let you?” Dom asked.

“He needs time to process everything he went through and our time together lets him do that.”

“What about you?  Don’t you need to process everything you went through?”

“He went through something so much more horrible than I did –”

“He was raped by a gang.  A serial killer cut you up.  I’d say you tip the balance in the weighing of horribleness.”

“I – I don’t like to talk about … what happened.  I mean, it – it’s nothing compared to everything they have all gone through.”

“I see we are going to have to set some rules for you for your group time.”

She shook her head.  “It’s ok, I mean I’ll – I’ll get around to –”

“No.  We need you to take advantage of this group.  It will help you with the nightmares and anxiety attacks.”

“You and Dom help me with the nightmares.  And the anxiety attacks … they’ll go away … eventually.”

“What will you do when Dom and I aren’t here?”

Sofia started to cry.

“Why are you crying kitten?” Dom asked gently, reaching over to grab her hand.

“You’re leaving,” she sobbed.  “You don’t have to sleep with me anymore, if it makes you uncomfortable.  I’ll do better.  Please, please don’t leave me.”

“Oh honey,” John drawled, pulling her into his lap.  She embraced him tightly.  “We’re not leaving.  But we might have to go on a job.”

“I can work,” she sniffled pulling back and looking him in the eye.  “You don’t have to be the only ones, especially if you don’t want to.  I can –”

“No.  We won’t have you working.  Not right now.  You need to take this time to recuperate.  That means telling your story in group.  We are going to give you direction for your next group session.”

“Sir?” she asked not understanding.

“Next time you go to group, you need to tell them what happened to you.  How you came to be in that bastard’s possession and then what he did to you.”

“I – I can’t.  Please sir.  I – I can’t hear them say the words.”

“What words?” Dom inquired, gently.

She went silent, her tears still flowing.

“Tell us,” Dom said using his master’s voice.

“It was my fault,” she whispered.  “If only I had done what you told me to do, none of that … would have happened.  I was stupid.  And I deserved what I got.”

She got up and walked away from them.  They were stunned.  Neither one of them had ever entertained the thought that she thought this had been her fault.  Why would they?  She had been kidnapped.  Why would she?

“Kitten,” John called out, getting up along with Dom.  They followed her into the bedroom.  She lay curled up in the bed sobbing.  Dom got in on one side and John the other.  They lay down next to her.

“Kitten,” John repeated himself quietly.  “It wasn’t your fault sweetheart.  They were determined to take you.  There’s nothing you could have done to stop them from taking you.  Especially since we weren’t there.”

“I knew I shouldn’t have left you alone.” Dom told her.  “I should have listened to my gut and not left you alone.”

Sofia plastered her body against Dom’s.  “You had a friend to save,” she reassured him.  “I was secondary to that.”

“No you weren’t.  Aren’t.  I had a lover to take care of.  John was helping with Jordan.  I should have stayed and watched over you.”

“Both of you are wrong,” John said tersely.  “There was no stopping that bastard.  I’m elated that we are all here today, together.  Nobody is dead.  Everything else we can handle between the three of us.”

Sofia turned to face John, looking at him.  She put a hand on his cheek.

“Do you think so?” she asked him.

“Yes.  But we need to lay down some boundaries, rules and directions.”

“What do you mean?”

“Kitten, we would like to collar you.”

She looked at him curiously.  “What do you mean?” she asked.

He gave her a half smile that made her stomach flutter.  Something was about to change in their relationship.