“You are mine, Molly. You’ll never have another Master.”
“I don’t want another Master. Only you.”
“Then pleasure your Master.”
His hand was still in her hair, and he pulled her down, toward his cock. She needed no further urging. She opened her mouth as she sat on the bench before him, sucking him inside, running her tongue up and down his shaft.
“Brace her,” he said. As Alan sat beside her and placed a hand on the back of her head, Richard began to move his hips, pushing his cock into her mouth, fucking it, a master’s way of taking pleasure.
Submissive, she wrapped her arms around him and fit her mouth perfectly to his hard flesh so that his thrusts would be unhampered. There was nothing gentle in his movements, nothing that could be considered coddling. He demanded. She gave.
“Suck.”
She immediately obeyed, drawing on his cock, enjoying the salty treat of pre-come as he continued to thrust.
“I’m close, Molly. Make me come.”
Given free reign, she slid one hand around from his ass and cupped his scrotum, squeezing gently, fondling in the way she’d learned he loved. His cock felt so good in her mouth, the flavor of him so missed. She sucked and slid, caressing, seducing, loving.
“Oh, yes.”
His groan thrilled her and she eagerly gulped in his seed, taking each spurt into her mouth, so grateful to have him there, to be able to please him, to submit to him.
He sagged against her, fighting for breath. Gently, she released his cock and placed soft kisses on his hip.
He put the other hand on her head, tilted her face up.
“Alan is going to dry you now and take you into the playroom. You’ll stand silent while he prepares the vault.”
“It’s already waiting for you, Master.”
“Good. First you’ll get the spanking you deserve. And then we’re both going to fuck your brains out.”
Molly shook as Alan led her into the playroom and strapped her down. Excitement filled her, arousal sparkled within her.
“You are a very clever girl,” Alan whispered. “I love you for what you’ve done tonight. You brought him back to us.”
Molly smiled. She’d wondered if Alan noticed the change in Richard, and now she had her answer.
And then Richard was there, picking up the paddle, running his hand over the soft flesh of her ass.
“You’ll get two strokes for daring to call Jordan and offer yourself to be auctioned. And three strokes for thinking, even for one minute, that I didn’t want you.”
His blows weren’t the soft taps she’d feared he’d give her, but the solid whacks that stung her flesh and stirred her juices.
“Who do you belong to?” he demanded after the second stroke.
“I belong to you.”
The last three strokes came hard and fast, and Molly inhaled through her teeth even as she flexed her perineum.
“You are never to pull a stunt like that again. Understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Release her and bring her to me.”
He lounged on their bed like a raja, the lord of all he surveyed. Resting against the headboard, one knee bent with his arm carelessly resting upon it, Richard was the most magnificent man Molly had ever seen. “Poor Alan has been filling the role of servant tonight. I think you owe him some affection, Molly.”
Molly turned and put her arms around Alan. She kissed him, giving him every bit as much of herself as she gave their master. How could she not? She loved him just as much.
She sucked his tongue into her mouth, stroking it, tasting him. Then, weaning her lips from his, she moved down his body, trailing kisses, tasting him with her tongue until, on her knees, she took his cock into her mouth.
He stroked her hair gently, a caress of appreciation. His flavor tasted different from Richard’s, but just as enticing. She moved her head up and down, sucking and teasing with her tongue.
“Alan, come lie on the bed. Molly’s going to put this condom on you and then impale herself on your cock.”
She released Alan and watched as he went to the bed, as he kissed their master. When they both looked at her, she saw such love in their eyes, her throat ached.
“Come here, sweetheart,” Richard said.
His tone softened, and she knew the game was nearly done. He stroked her face when she crawled onto the bed with them.
“Thank you,” he said.
“I love you. I love you as my Master and my lover, and I love Alan, too.”
“I know. I love you.”
Molly reached into the drawer of the bedside table and pulled out two condoms. She prepared both her lovers and then, as her master commanded, straddled Alan.
She took his cock into her, relishing the slow slide, the sense of fullness as she slid all the way down until the head of his cock rested against her cervix.
“So good, sweetheart,” Alan said.
Richard moved in behind her and caressed her shoulders and back. “Ride him, baby,” he said.
She braced her hands on either side of Alan’s head for balance. He nipped and sucked her nipple as she lifted and then sank down on him again. Bending down, she kissed him, a kiss as carnal as their fucking. Richard gently eased her head back, and she opened her mouth for his tongue, this kiss just as hot, just as electrifying.
“I’m close,” she said. Truly, she didn’t know if she could hold off her orgasm much longer.
“Then take me, too.”
Richard pressed his lubricated, latex-covered cock against her anus and pushed.
Molly sighed with pure pleasure as he sank into her, stretching her so that she could feel both lovers in her at the same time.
“I feel you,” Alan said, “and it’s wonderful because we’re one.”
“Yes,” Richard hissed. “We are one.”
Molly fully relaxed her muscles, the stroke of Richard’s hand on her back and the brush of Alan’s hands on her breasts igniting the flames of her passion. Up and up, out of control, arousal exploded into orgasm. Molly jerked as she came hard and fast, her hips taking over the rhythm of movement, forth and back to fuck both her lovers at the same time.
“That was so good,” she moaned as her heart continued to pound in her chest.
“The best,” Richard agreed. He eased out of her, and she felt him leave the bed. Alan lifted her and laid her on her side.
“I’ve never had such good orgasms as I’ve had since we’ve been three.”
Molly smiled at the wonder Alan’s his voice. Richard came back to her, one hand behind his back and the other held out to her. Not knowing what he wanted, and not caring she gave him hers and let him draw her to her feet.
“You belong to me,” Richard said. He brought his other hand forward. In it, he held a collar, black, narrower than Alan’s. He fastened it around her neck and then he kissed her.
“Thank you.” She didn’t care if he saw her tears, because they were tears of joy.
“You’re welcome.”
Richard pulled back the blankets and tucked her into the middle of the bed.
Alan joined them and snuggled her from her other side.
“I thought you’d get tired of us and I was going to let you go,” Richard stroked the side of her cheek. “But I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want to let you go. I want to keep you.”
“I’ve loved you forever,” Molly didn’t think she could be any happier. “And I loved Alan as soon as I met him. I didn’t know what to think of that until I understood that the reason I could love you both was because you were lovers. I’m not going to get bored and I’m not going anywhere.”
“I want a ceremony,” Richard raised himself up on one elbow. “Like the one the Fitzpatrick’s had. I want your promises to me—both of you—and I want to give you both my promise, in front of all our friends and families.”
“That’s what I want, too,” Alan said.
“Nothing would make me happier,” M
olly agreed
“I would guess not,” Richard said, and she heard the laughter in his voice, “given your brazen seduction of us both.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Morgan has been a writer since she was first able to pick up a pen. In the beginning it was a hobby, a way to create a world of her own, and who could resist the allure of that? Then as she grew and matured, life got in the way, as life often does. She got married and had three children, and worked in the field of accounting, for that was the practical thing to do and the children did need to be fed. And all the time she was being practical, she would squirrel herself away on quiet Sunday afternoons, and write.
Most children are raised knowing the Ten Commandments and the Golden Rule. Morgan’s children also learned the Paper Rule: thou shalt not throw out any paper that has thy mother’s words upon it.
Believing in tradition, Morgan ensured that her children’s children learned this rule, too.
Life threw Morgan a curve when, in 2002, she underwent emergency triple by-pass surgery. Second chances are to be cherished, and with the encouragement and support of her husband, Morgan decided to use hers to do what she’d always dreamed of doing: writing full time. “I can’t tell you how much I love what I do. I am truly blessed.”
Morgan has always loved writing romance. It is the one genre that can incorporate every other genre within its pulsating heart. Romance showcases all that human kind can aspire to be. And, she admits, she’s a sucker for a happy ending.
Morgan’s favorite hobbies are reading, cooking, and traveling – though she would rather you didn’t mention that last one to her husband. She has too much fun teasing him about having become a “Traveling Fool” of late.
Morgan lives in Southwestern Ontario, Canada with a cat that has an attitude, a dog that has no dignity, and her husband of thirty-eight years, David.
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Also by Morgan Ashbury
Magic and Love 1: The Prince and the Single Mom
Magic and Love 2: The Princess and the Bodyguard
Magic and Love 3: A Prince for Sophie
Lily in Bloom
Beau and the Lady Beast
Made for Each Other
Song of the Sirens 1: The Seductress
Song of the Sirens 2: The Enchantress
The Lady Makes Three
Wanton Wager
Reckless Abandon
Cowboy Cravings
BookStrand Mainstream: A Little R & R
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