Love Slave for Two Collection [Box Set 7]

by Tymber Dalton

  “Maybe we can have one more after this one.”

  He froze. “I don’t want you to be a baby machine, love.”

  “We’ll see how this one goes. But for number three it’s back to the pot-luck method.”

  Tyler laughed and took a long, slow stroke. “Makes life simpler, doesn’t it?”

  She pulled his head down to her shoulder, his ear near her lips, her fingers tangled in his hair. “Fuck me good, Tyler. You know you own my heart and soul.”

  He closed his eyes and moaned, his strokes coming faster and harder at her words.

  Nevvie was relentless. “We need to figure out how both my masters can take me without hurting Tom’s leg. It’s been so long since I’ve felt both your sweet cocks inside me at the same time—”

  “Ah!” Tyler gently bit down on her shoulder to stifle his cry as she tightened her grip on him.

  “That’s it, baby,” she whispered. “Come for me.”

  He finally relaxed and carefully withdrew. “Yet another thing I hate about these. I have to rush away,” he joked.

  They flushed the evidence. By that time the bathroom had filled with steam from the shower. Tyler playfully swatted Nevvie on the bum. “Get in there and get wet, love.”

  “What about me?” She faked a pout.

  He smiled. “Master Thomas will be more than happy to take care of you today, pet.” He climbed into the shower next to her and held her. “Besides, I’ll have plenty of time alone with you. He needs you right now. I’d rather he gets that time with you. It will help heal his soul.”

  She searched his deep, blue eyes. “Do you think he’s going to be okay?”

  Tyler nodded. “Once his physical wounds are healed we’ll get him back into shape, never fear.” He kissed her before stepping away. “Oh, one last thing.”

  She was already shampooing her hair. “What?”

  The tone and timbre of his voice changed. “You’re not allowed to wear any clothes today, my sweet slave.”

  Her entire body flushed with erotic heat. She recognized they’d slipped from the casual play into the full-on slave game, something they hadn’t done since before “that day.”

  He continued. “The only item you’re allowed to wear today is your pretty pink collar. Do you have a problem with that, darling?” he asked in the same, serious tone.

  She rinsed her hair and shook her head, finally opening her eyes. “No, Master. I don’t have a problem with that at all.”

  “Good. When I get home today I will ask Master Thomas for a full report of your activities.”

  Her heart raced. God she loved this!

  “Yes, Master.”

  He stepped close again, his eyes burning into hers. “On second thought, I think I’ll have a chat with Master Thomas about not letting you come while I’m gone. If you are a very good little slave we will reward you later. But only if Master Thomas says you deserve it.”

  She gulped.

  He gently inserted a finger into her, slowly stroking, lightly caressing her clit, just enough to make her moan a little before pulling it out. “That’s just a small sample of what you’ll get—later.”

  Then he kissed her, back to sweet Tyler. “You do wish to play, don’t you, love?”

  Nevvie had lost her ability to speak under Tyler’s piercing gaze. She eagerly nodded again.

  His broad smile was well worth the hours of sexual frustration she knew lay ahead of her. The boys would tease and taunt her all day long until finally giving her the release she’d desperately crave. “Master Thomas needs a day of play to remind him we still find him sexy, I think. I trust you’ll well-earn your reward, won’t you?”

  “Yes, Master,” she gasped.

  “That’s my sweet, beautiful angel.” When he hugged her she rested her head against his chest and thanked the universe for bringing him—both of them—back to her.

  Tyler left the shower first. When Nevvie finished she dried off and walked into the bedroom. Thomas still lay in bed, smiling. Tyler wasn’t there.

  She noted Thomas held something in his lap. When he crooked his finger at her she walked over to him and saw what it was.

  “Master Tyler said you’re in a playful mood today, sugar. Is that right?”

  She nodded and knelt beside the bed, next to him. “Yes, Master.”

  “Goddamn, girl, you know what that does to me.” He’d pulled the sheet up to his waist. His erection lifted it like a small pup tent.

  “Would you like me to take care of that for you, Master?”

  He grinned. “Not right now, sugar. I want to pace myself. Lean forward.”

  She did, holding her hair up for him and bending her head so he could buckle the collar into place. They rarely used it in their play. Whenever they did it was always a hotter than normal experience. It was part of the little slave girl outfit they’d dressed her in the night of the Halloween party at Pete and Eddie’s house, the night they made love to her for the first time.

  The night they finally confessed their feelings for her.

  “That’s not too tight, is it, sugar?”

  “No, Master. It’s perfect.”

  “Goddamn!” he growled. “Come here and kiss me.”

  She did. He caressed her nipples with his fingers, turning them into hard pebbles. Then he stroked her cheek. “You do want this, right?”

  “I love to play, Master.”

  “No sugar. That’s not what I meant.”

  Nevvie carefully curled up in bed next to him. “I want to add to our family.” She lightly trailed her fingers over his abdomen, gently traced his scars. “I don’t want years between the kids. I want them close in age. I don’t know if I’ll want anymore after this, but I do want another one.”

  “So what have you and the evil genius got planned, hmm?”

  Startled, she looked up at him. He laughed. “Girl, I know him, and I know you. You want a brown-eyed baby so we’ve got a miniature matching set for the daddios.”

  She sat up, her jaw agape. “What?”

  He smiled. For the first time since he’d regained consciousness she saw her sweet, playful Tommy was back. “Baby girl, you two are gonna do your damnedest to make sure there’s more Kinsey than Paulson in the next one. I know it.”

  She simply stared, still in shock. He’d never said anything about it before, not since their first conversations when they were trying to get pregnant with Adam.

  “I don’t care that Tyler was first, baby girl. Don’t you two get it? Why do you think I told Bob to put Tyler’s name on the birth certificate? I mean, really, sugar. Duh. He’s got Tyler’s eyes, he damn sure didn’t get them from me. Adam is still my son—our son. If y’all are that bound and determined to be like this, I’ll go along with you. You don’t have to sneak around behind my back to make me a daddy.”

  “You’re not mad?”

  “Honey, life’s too short for me to get upset about something like this. I’m flattered you two love me that much to worry about my feelings, especially after the way I acted. Yes, I would have been annoyed to find out about y’all’s plan…before. I see things differently now.” He kissed her. “I love you two, and if this is how you want to do it, I’ll do it. I told you, I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”

  “Tyler!” Her eyes never left Tom’s face.

  He raced into the bedroom. “What?”

  She laughed at his expression. “No, everything’s okay. But we’re busted.”

  “What?”

  Thomas crooked his finger at Ty. If Nevvie couldn’t resist Tyler, Tyler couldn’t resist Thomas. “I figured out your baby plan, Evil Genius. It didn’t take much. I’m not that brain damaged.”

  Tyler laughed. “I’m sorry, love. We didn’t want to upset you.”

  “Like I told Miss Evil Genius Junior, here, if it’s what you want, that’s okay.”

  “Really?”

  He nodded. “Really. You’re gonna get awfully tired of screwing on the bathroom carpet.”

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sp; Startled, Tyler looked at Nevvie and she shook her head. “Don’t ask me. Maybe he got psychic powers or something from that conk on the head.”

  Thomas laughed. “Dude, your knees were still red when you came out of the bathroom, and you’ve got a rug burn on one.”

  Tyler looked down at his legs and swore.

  * * * *

  Tyler returned to the kitchen to eat. Happy to finally have her tough guy on the mend emotionally, Nevvie curled up next to Thomas in bed, content to lay with her ear pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, his arm around her.

  He was really back for good, she felt it. His previous tension and emotional frigidity had disappeared.

  Thomas kissed the top of her head. “Thank you, baby girl,” he whispered.

  She looked up and met his large, brown eyes. “For what?”

  “For forgiving me. For not giving up on me. I owe the two of you.”

  “We love you. You’re not getting rid of us that easily.” She gently poked him in the chest. “But let me tell you something, I catch you flirting again with anyone but our evil genius, I’ll neuter you.”

  He reddened but smiled. “I’m not getting off the hook for that one any time soon, am I?” Thomas looked away, unable to take the force of her gaze.

  “You were jealous, and angry, face it.”

  He couldn’t deny it. “You’re as spooky as he is, sugar.”

  “It took me a few hours to not want to rip your nuts off. That’s why I had to get out of the house until I calmed down. Considering I almost lost both of you, smacking you down for a little flirting is the least of my concerns. But Tyler…you’re his rock, as much as you are mine. Maybe you don’t see it the way I do, because you see him as a guy. He needs you every bit as much as I need you. Just because he’s strong with me doesn’t mean he doesn’t need you the way I need you. And it worried him because he thought maybe you’d changed your views, that there wasn’t room in your heart for him anymore.”

  She reached up and gently tipped his chin so she could kiss him. “Show him how much you love him, Tommy. Please.”

  He nodded. “I will. I promise.” He tightly hugged her. “What would us two losers do without you?”

  * * * *

  Once Tyler had left for his appointment, Nevvie helped Thomas into the shower and took her time soaping him up. He didn’t mind that she kept him perpetually hard during the entire bath, and when she helped him back to the bed he waggled his finger at her to come hither.

  “Yes, Master?” she coyly said.

  Thomas grinned. He loved this game as much as she did. Hopefully she and Tyler wouldn’t mind him changing it up a bit that afternoon.

  “Why don’t you come here and have a little fun?”

  She carefully straddled him, reality breaking through for just a moment. “Tell me if I hurt you.”

  “Sugar, you’re not hurting me,” he assured her, his hands gripping her hips. He could do this with her all day.

  In the back of his mind his guilty conscience still chanted “brain damaged asshole.”

  Thank God he hadn’t done anything more than flirt or that one kiss. He’d be ready to kill himself now. The guilt wasn’t worth it, not when he had two perfect people who loved him.

  “You sure you want another one, Nev?”

  She nodded. “Yeah.” She stopped. “You do, don’t you?”

  “It’s your body. We told you in the beginning that it’s all up to you. Whatever you want, that’s what you get.”

  She resumed the slow, gentle roll of her hips. “One more. Matched set,” she teased.

  “We’ll get snipped if you want.”

  “Too soon to talk about that.” She’d closed her eyes and he enjoyed the slow, sensuous rhythm of her body, relentlessly pulling him closer to release.

  His eyes settled on the collar again and he thought back to that night a few years ago, the Halloween party, watching her and Tyler dance on Pete and Eddie’s lanai, the sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his life.

  How right they’d looked together, and how lucky—and proud—he felt to know they were his. Well, Tyler was his and they’d prayed Nevvie soon would be theirs.

  His climax rolled through him, taking him by surprise. When she knew he’d finished, Nevvie leaned forward and kissed him, slow and deep.

  “Lay here with me, sugar,” he whispered, keeping his eyes closed. She nestled in the crook of his arm. As best he could, he cuddled around her as they’d used to, the entire length of her body pressed against his.

  Thomas didn’t realize he’d dozed off until Tyler kissed him. He opened his eyes to find Tyler smiling down at him. Nevvie was still asleep, tucked against his side.

  “How was your morning, love?” Tyler asked.

  “Not as wild as you’d imagine. I fell asleep.”

  “Preparing for round two?”

  “Sort of.” He met Tyler’s eyes. “I think I want to change things up a little.”

  Tyler frowned. “What do you mean?”

  He glanced at Nevvie. “I think I want to try the slave gig for a little while.” He reached out and brushed his hand against the front of Tyler’s slacks, which were now full. “I think I owe the two of you. So how about it? Would you like to have a little slave boy for a while?”

  Tyler’s sharp intake of breath told Thomas more than any words could. He leaned over and kissed Thomas, hard. “Do you mean it? That would be…” He kissed him again.

  “I can’t hang off the ceiling fan or anything, but I’ll do my best.” He gently squeezed the front of Tyler’s slacks, his own cock stiffening again. “I’ll do anything to please my master and mistress.”

  Nevvie caught the last part as she awoke. “What? What’s going on?”

  Tyler’s broad grin lit his whole face. “Love, there’s been a slight change of plans. I don’t think you’ll mind.”

  She sat up. “What?”

  Thomas carefully rolled over. “I just told Master Tyler that I think I want to change the game…Mistress.”

  Her face went blank for a moment before she giggled. “Mistress?”

  He caught her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it. “Isn’t that what good slaves should say?”

  She looked at Tyler and he nodded, then back to Thomas. “Well…um…okay. That’s new, but sure.”

  He winked at her. “Admit it. You’d love to have a little slave boy to service you.”

  Nevvie couldn’t hold back her laughter. “Yes, it’s sexy.” Then to Tyler, “Did you put him up to this?”

  “No, love. He came up with this all on his own. He’s not as brain damaged as he claims, obviously.” Tyler was already unbuttoning his shirt, his steamy gaze on Thomas. “Frankly, I don’t know why we didn’t think of it sooner.” He stroked Thomas’ cheek and kissed him again. “Maybe that’s what we needed to keep our wayward one in line.”

  Nevvie quickly warmed to the game and pressed her body against Thomas. “Maybe I should go shopping for a collar for you.”

  He glanced at her. “No pink.”

  She grinned. “No, it wouldn’t match your beautiful brown eyes.”

  Tyler laughed and shed his pants, sliding into bed on Thomas’ other side. “So what should we have our little slave do first, Mistress Nevvie?”

  She propped herself up on one arm. “I don’t know. He was very naughty this morning. I didn’t get to come while you were gone.”

  “Hey, don’t blame me for that—”

  “Shh,” Nevvie and Tyler said together. Nevvie placed a finger over Thomas’ mouth. “Little slave doesn’t get to speak unless spoken to.”

  He laughed, then sucked her finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the digit.

  “Very good,” she whispered, nibbling on his neck. “That pleases me.”

  Tyler laughed. “Oh boy, you’re in trouble,” he said with a playful grin. “She’s got, what, five years of lines stored up in that magnificent brain of hers to use against you now.”
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  Thomas grinned at them around her finger, sucking harder.

  “I wish that was my cock in his mouth,” Tyler said.

  Nevvie sat up and pulled her finger from Thomas’ lips. He released it with an audible pop. “Well, Master Ty,” she said, “I think you should put our boy to good use then, don’t you?”

  “Bloody hell,” he growled, getting to his knees. “I don’t know who’s sexier, him or you.”

  “Let’s call it a tie.” She helped Thomas roll over and he sucked Tyler’s stiff cock into his mouth. Both men eagerly moaned.

  “How is he?” Nevvie asked.

  Tyler’s eyes closed. “Oh, love,” he gasped. “Divine. Simply divine.”

  The encouragement made Thomas suck harder. Nevvie saw he’d grown hard too. She reached around him and stroked his cock while he sucked Tyler. “You know what I’d love to see,” she said, dropping into the sexy slave girl voice. “I’d love to see you fucking our little slave, Master Tyler,” she cooed.

  Both men groaned. Tyler somehow gasped out, “Logistically, that might be an issue, love. I’m not sure how we’d do that without hurting him right now.”

  She grinned, wicked and cunning. “On his side.”

  Tyler’s eyes popped open. “Brilliant!” He tapped Thomas on the head. “Over you go, love.”

  Nevvie grabbed a towel and the bottle of lube while Tyler helped Thomas sit up. Nevvie spread out the towel and then took her position in front of Thomas. She was more than happy to help him prepare. “Okay, little slave,” Nevvie said with a grin, “roll over.”

  Laughing, he did, with her help. He moaned and tried to buck his hips against her hand as she lubed his dark hole.

  “Okay, now on your side.”

  All three laughing, Nevvie held Thomas’ cheeks open for Tyler’s waiting shaft, his own cock throbbing and eager. A different, low, growl escaped them both as Tyler nudged into position and slowly sank his cock inside Thomas.