“This is the one and only time you will be forgiven for this. This behavior will not occur in my house.”
“Yes, Master,” I defer with a sincere apologetic tone as I lower my eyes. “If you take me home, I promise I will not harm you or Master Salvatore again, Sir Dom.”
His broad, muscular chest hovers close as his fingertips tilt my chin up to look at him. “You are a beautiful woman, Iris,” Dom mutters, coming closer to my lips and kissing me sensually. He is so delicate, so calculating as I am mesmerized by his demeanor. He is so unlike any other and I believe in all honesty, Sal will become this man. “This body is mine and Sal’s. You will not share it again.”
The warm, heavy tears scale down my flesh as my nose runs and I accept the gravity of my errors. His finger remains underneath my chin, forcing my gaze into the past I am so humiliated by. “You are worth more than their callous abandon. You are worth more than the subject of their dick’s amusement. You are worth more than being some slut to be used and abused.”
“Yes, Sir,” I say as the tears continue to flow. His concentrated words hurt worse than anything they could do to my flesh. “I am worth more than being their party favor.”
“Yes, you are,” Dom relishes, “And while I can forgive the initiation you did not choose, I understand you agreed to the ruckus played out upon your body in the dungeon. You will not defy us again. There will not be any mercy as we both will simply walk away.”
It is simply the worst thing he could ever say to me. Harming my soul, I am stuck in the verbal assault by these two intimidating figures. His opinion means everything as I covet a place within his heart. I want to be owned by these men, loved by these men, and treasured by these men.
His lush lips sink into mine again as he breathes against my skin, “Stop crying, Precious Girl. I will provide endlessly for you if you are faithful to us.”
“I am humbled by your acceptance and grateful for your forgiveness, and you are nothing like your father, Master Gennaro,” I stress as my lips hungrily kiss his. His staunch muscular body pushes against mine as Sal steps over my tethers and collides against my back. I am frozen between the two, unable to imagine a greater feeling. Sal’s lips brush against my neck as I regret my actions, “I am so sorry. I never imagined you would actually want me. I saw you with Jessica, and I was so jealous. I believed I was so far off from ever having that with either of you.”
“Iris, all we want is to love you,” Dom mumbles as I feel his cock harden against me. Sal’s erection pronounces against my back, gloriously full of a heated desire. Their arms wrap around me, encompassing all that I am. Stuck within their bounds, I become their girl.
Dom is the first to unzip his fly. His gorgeous, thick cock splays against my belly as Sal pushes my shoulders down with a marked determination that suggests my reverence.
Taking the shaft between my lips, I suck voraciously as Dom moans and bucks. Sal undoes his own pants and rubs his pierced beast against my tear-stained cheek. With one cock buried in my throat and another caressing my skin, I cast a glance in the space above and notice our triangle completes as their lips lock to one another.
The overwhelming need to please both of the Masters sends a shiver down my spine. “Stroke my cock, baby,” Sal requests with a raspy moan. Lifting my arm, I realize how much leeway I have in my chains. I may be tethered to the partition, but I am far from taut. My soft fingers take his rigid shaft and stroke with a delicate brush as my other hand lays upon Dom’s inked thigh, working its way up.
“She’s so fucking hot,” Dom mumbles as I meet my Creators in the darkness. Together they are unstoppable as we gasp and moan and rock together. Our invincibility soars in the triumvirate and I earn the name Precious Girl. It is not harassing or belittling, but uprising to a pedestal on the mafia sons’ shoulders. I am the darling they fight for and if need be—will kill for.
In the moment, I accept that I will never return to my former place amongst the halls of Juliet. I have rebounded like a butterfly soaring high amongst the clouds. I have taken on the role of house slave at The Doll House and my pride blossoms over to the sweet coaxing in my lips and hand.
The kisses of my Masters pull my attention with increasing urgency as Dom’s shirt comes off. I am stunned by the amount of ink his body holds, rich fluid markings that scroll from one into the next. His bodybuilder stature imposes with a supreme confidence and I now know why Sal fights for his place among him. His own Master is so becoming that Sal idolizes him and wants to follow in his path.
“I want to fuck her,” Dom suggests with a growl. Instantly, I am lifted from behind and pressed into the wall of Sal as Dom mounts into my body like a primal animal. His full cock feels so incredible thrusting into my wetness as I am held under Sal’s grasp. My hand drops between Sal and I as I find his cock and stroke it in rhythm with Dom’s thrusts. It is totally erotic and intimately sensual as we find trust in one another.
Dom nuzzles my neck and whispers, “I really do care about you. Please never think otherwise. But my job for the past six years has been in protecting that young man behind you.”
“Sir, I won’t falter,” I beg as his thrusts push us all closer to the edge. “You or Master Nero.”
“I trust you, Precious Girl,” he declares as our lips meet again. My body takes to his so readily as I shun any comparisons between Dom and his father. “I know who hurt you, and I can promise you will never be so unguarded ever again. We will keep the poachers away.”
“And what do you request of me?”
“Your complete surrender,” he states as his hands slither around me and coil into Sal’s. “Just like Sal, I want total control. Nothing in your life will remain untouched. You will give me everything.”
And this is the price I must pay for security of these men. Some would say it is too hefty, but I beg to question—what price is too hefty to continue breathing?
The reality poses a defined threat and it is one I can no longer ignore as I resoundingly accept his proposal. “I will surrender all that I am, Master Dom and I promise to try to be a good girl.”
“You do understand, Iris,” he lures with a roll of his hips, “that sometimes I want you to be a very bad girl with a nasty, kinky hunger.”
“Good thing, I am starving,” I boast as Sal’s hands envelope my heaving breasts and his mouth takes mine. We rocket away in our clandestine contract made in the dark of the night at a church. The ritual of this union will not be the last one as I understand none of us are innocent. We sin with one another as we soar over the edge and fall.
One of Sal’s hands drops between Dom and I and lightly rubs my clit. “I am going to come, boys.”
My words catapult the momentum as I acquiesce my power play. In the puddles of their come, I embrace my newfound leadership role amongst these Masters of the mayhem. The submissive wears the crown of power around their neck. And I never bother to inform Sal that in rising to the role of Creator, he has abandoned the actual influence.
Why would I share my secrets?
I do not deserve such things.
But I am trained for this.
IRIS
With Dom’s departure to the recesses of The Church, Sal moves to me and croons, “Beautiful.”
“Well, that was incredibly amazing.”
“He loves me,” Sal confides. “He loved Kaci.”
“… Will he ever love me?”
“I guess that depends,” he says, breathing on my lip.
“On?”
“How much you can swallow…”
“You were involved with him,” I declare, taking a gamble and laying down a card I am not sure I even hold.
Sal tilts his head, giving his mysterious seductive gaze. It is enchanting, and I try to not fall for his charms.
“I was very involved with being the best bottom I could be for a very long time.”
“You are evading the issue,” I pop, upping my bet. “You were romantically involved with him.”
“I do not know if I would call it that…I want to be romantically involved with you. Dom and I just happen to understand one another in ways others cannot. Our fathers. Only sons. The expectations. He is older and helped my ass get past that mountain.”
“Are you really past it?” I ask, dropping more into my pile. “I mean you have essentially made a declaration of war with Cesario.”
“That was planned.”
“Only after you got the money from Dale…”
“No,” he says, shaking his head and propping against the partition. “I always planned to go after Cesar. The money makes it a helluva a lot easier, but we were making a move as soon as Gennaro died.”
“Why then?”
“Because the pieces shift every time someone falls,” he says as I nod. “You are too hurt and too smart—and that is a lethal combination, Iris.”
“I guess that makes you deadly, too?”
“I am an assassin.”
“Aside from that,” I say, “You aren’t the only one who can research.”
“So, you know about my past?
“I do. But what I don’t know is why you haven’t taken me out. You know I have played both sides. And you know I have a thing for bizarre methods of self-destruction, so why keep me alive?”
“Because,” he says, undoing my cuffs as his vivid globes twinkle in the midnight like a star. “I am in love with you Iris Kettles. “And if there is a choice between you or me taking the punishment for your actions—I will always, always take it.”
“You are sounding dangerously close to boyfriend material. You know that right, Sal?”
“I am trying, babe,” he says with a smirk as I catch a glimpse of the wounds on his back.
“These are really bad,” I mumble, running my hand through the blood as he removes my nipple piercings. “Why did you do it?”
“Because your body cannot take anymore right now,” he consoles and scorns, “You are still bruised from your pussy-go-round stunt.”
“Fuck you, Nero.”
“Ya?” he snickers, stepping closer as I back up slightly. “You wanna make promises, little girl?”
“I do,” I giggle, “But first, can you get all the glass out of my feet?”
SAL
I don’t waste another minute as I cradle her body in my arms and carry her upstairs. Dom is sleeping in my room, so I decide to do the unimaginable and stay in Bertrand’s old room. I tell myself I am strong enough to handle it.
I am not sure I am.
Laying her on the colorful comforter, I grab some supplies out of the hallway cabinet and take to removing the tiny slivers of glass from her feet. “If you really want to know, yes…”
She whispers, “What?”
“I was pretty fucked up for three years, Angel. A whole lotta shit went down besides Kaci dying,” I continue, breathing deep and letting this girl inside of my heart. “And yes, I had a relationship with Dom that perhaps skirted the edge, but he was first and foremost my Dominant.”
“You think I care?”
“No,” I say, holding her foot in my hand. “But I think you should know, the deal with D—it didn’t put me out.”
“Thank you.”
“For?”
“Trusting me.”
“Do you have any more questions?” I ask, studying her foot. “Because I know if we are going to work, we have to start trusting one another and that starts tonight. That is why I took the blows for you.”
“You are an amazing man, Sal,” she says, reaching for me. “And Lula is right, I am lucky to have you.”
“We have a thing?”
“Yes, we have a thing,” she states as I move the tweezers and dish to the dresser. I click off the light and take off my clothes.
Falling on the bed, I take her into my arms and pet her face slow. “I love you so much.”
“I love you,” she says, kissing my lips slow. “Make love to me.”
“… You mean like plain vanilla?”
“Exactly,” she assures as I wedge between her thighs. “Vanilla can be an extraordinary flavor especially if you savor it.”
“We are both beat the shit out of now,” I cackle into a kiss of her lips. Her soft curves feel so amazing underneath me as my dick hardens quick. “Can I put myself in you?”
“Yes, Raniero,” she gasps, biting her lip. “Please.”
Nudging her slow, I take my time in this moment of normalcy. It feels so strange with Iris. I expect it with Emily, but this is my kinky bitch. The one who likes it rough and wild and I love that about her, but this is good. Sliding inside of her gently, I breathe through every ripple and gush of wetness. I want to remember this moment for the rest of my life.
Her mouth opens and her head tilts back as I kiss her neck without biting. I cannot hurt her tonight—I just don’t have it in me. I am tired and worn out. Exhaustion takes a heavy toll, but I enjoy languishing in the roll of her sweet succulence.
“I want to marry you,” she whispers as I pull out and remove the hoop, sliding it on her finger. “I want to be Iris Raniero more than words…”
“You do?” I ask, flicking my brow up curiously and sinking back into her folds. “I think,” I say, closing my eyes and biting my lip at the feel of her slicking on my shaft. “I would really like that. Can we have some kids?”
“We can have as many as you want.”
“So, like seven…”
Grabbing my ass, she pulls me closer and says, “…You are kidding, right?”
“And what are you going to do Mrs. Raniero?” I play along with our sleepy, hazy dream before I realize I just called her my wife’s name.
“I am going to teach and you are going to be,” she says, drifting off into the ecstasy of our lovemaking. “A lawyer.”
Opening my eyes wide, I stop moving and lick my lips. “I cannot be a lawyer.”
“Why?”
“I just,” I laugh and smile as we are lost in the wonderland of normalcy. “Because. No.”
“You could open a restaurant,” she suggests, rocking against me slow. “Or go to med school, you’re very good with a scalpel.”
We both laugh in the tender moment of our bliss. “And we will live…”
“In Florida…”
“What no… Not the water!” I protest, caressing her arms and holding her hands. “High up in the mountains.”
“Maybe you should be a lumberjack…”
“You have seriously lost it…” I cackle, “I cannot cut down trees.”
“And I cannot be a teacher,” she sniffles.
“No,” I agree as the clouds come in and we rewind faster than we fell. “And we cannot have seven kids.”
“And I can never be Mrs. Raniero…”
“Don’t say that,” I fight. “Please don’t ever say that.”
“You are an assassin. And I am entertainment for criminals. And this…doesn’t really work out in the end.”
“Dammit, Iris, we were doing good,” I scold, pinning her hands above her head.
“Oh,” she hisses, “You gonna fuck a marriage proposal into me, bad boy?”
“Damn fucking straight I am,” I push, reinvigorated by our disillusionment. I thrust hard with every word. “It isn’t fucking fair.”
“Not very many things are fair, Sal,” she declares, clenching her talons into my ass cheeks.
“Fuck this,” I growl, pulling out and flipping her over on all fours. My hand comes down hard, impacting her ass with a decided thud, pushing her body forward on the bed.
“Oh! God! Yes!” she cries, “Fuck me like I will never forget it!”
Holding tight to her hips, I thrust into her hollow and take it all. We go deep, hard, and fast as I wallop her rear end again. “You are gonna be my fucking slut for the rest of your miserable life.”
“Damn straight, fucker,” her voices trails off into a decadent moan of pleasure and I cannot help but shake my head. “Fuck that pussy good baby, give it to me. Skyrocket me t
o the heavens and show me the stars.”
“You asked for this…” I warn, reaching into the drawer and drizzling lube all over her ass. “Don’t blame me, I am fucking innocent.”
“Innocent as the dev…” she stutters off as I thrust into her ass. “Oh, Jesus…heavens.”
Rolling slow, I enjoy the tightness of her on my dick. It is intense and rich, an unforgettable sucking of my cock. “You feel so damn good, baby.”
“I cannot imagine not having our sixty-nine flavors of fun, honey,” Iris mutters, getting lost in the new wonderland of us. The ride is a carousel of highs and low dips as we creep closer to the edge.
“Did you just call me honey?”
“I did,” she challenges, rocking against me. “Oh god, fuck my ass…”
Dancing together, we find the magic between us in the moment of our great escape. “Next thing I know you will be calling me sugar…”
“Hit me again, Sal.”
I refrain from indulging her request because something in her voice isn’t right. “… What?”
“Smack that ass harder when you fuck me. Don’t hesitate. Give it all to me. Hurt me good. I’ll be you’re fucking whore.”
“… Babe?” I say, pulling out quick and waiting. Wrapping my arms around her, I whisper, “Dandy, come back to me. Now!”
A good minute passes and she says, “What, Sal?”
“What the fuck was that about?”
“I’m not sure, but I think I am going to be sick,” she says, gripping the edge of the bed and leaning over puking everywhere.
“I guess we found one…” I mumble.
Taking Iris to the bathroom, I put her in the bathtub and go to clean the mess up. Grabbing my phone, I send Jaid a detailed—probably too much info detailed—text, concerning the bomb that just interrupted my night. I ask if she can get her hands on a video or audio from the bachelor party. I need to know who was there. One—so I know who has her trigger word and two—so I know who to kill.
Keeping the phone with me, I go and check on her in the bathroom. She appears fine as I help her out and get her back to bed. I dress her in some of my old clothes and wrap my arms around her shivering body.
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