“What a romantic picture.” Master Salvador and Olaf stood in the doorway.
* * * *
Haldur hadn’t heard his brother and Master Salvador enter the flat. They must have just arrived as they were not in the lounge when he collected the tray with the cherries on it. He was a little nervous. The plan had been to come and talk to Rose, and here they were, the pair of them naked. The room reeked of sex. What would Master Salvador’s reaction be? He had talked at length on that journey to the hotel about his plans for the future. He’d encouraged Hari to talk, too. He knew he’d maybe chatted too much, but the Dom was so easy to talk to and he was interested not only in Hari but also in finding out more about Olaf. Hari knew that Olaf loved his Master. They hadn’t been in close contact for a few years, as Hari disliked Edward, and he wasn’t surprised when Olaf rang and told him all that had happened. This Dom was a different man. Hari was attracted to him, too, and wondered how it would all work out. Master Salvador seemed very confident that it would. He’d been right about Rose’s change of heart when she’d gone to the club and actually seen what he did with his clients. He’d deliberately involved Hari in the evening’s scenes, so that Rose would see him with other subs, thus avoiding any future problems about that. He hadn’t known the two of them for long, but it felt so right to be here. He’d not had a woman for a long time, preferring men as his partners, but once he saw Rose he knew she was going to be special.
Master Salvador came into the room and walked over to the bed. He kissed Rose long and deeply and then he turned. Hari wondered what he was going to say. He needn’t have worried. The Dom reached out a hand, turned up his face, and kissed him just as long and deeply.
“Well, my subs, and did it all go well? Rose, you are blushing. I see it did. I’m so very happy. Now share those cherries with Olaf and me. Shedding their outdoor shoes, the two men sat on the bed. The four made a circle, Salvador, then Hari next to Rose, then Olaf between her and their Dom. The cherries were passed from one to the other and kisses exchanged, until they were all four panting and excited. Hari was more than pleased with the success of his gift.
“Time to find a bigger bed, before Rose’s bed collapses,” Salvador said, getting up and pulling Olaf with him. Hari helped Rose and they followed. Salvador handed out the condoms and lube.
“Now, Hari, lie on your back on the bed, legs over the end. Rose, you ride him. Lean forward, sweetie, and let me prepare your back hole. Olaf, love, you do the same to me, then you will lead us today.”
Hari heard his brother put on the condom.
“Now,” Master Salvador said. Then he gasped. Olaf must be stretching him and stroking his prostate to get him ready.
“Oh, oh, oh,” Rose moaned.
He felt her shiver and wriggle and knew that their Dom was adding lube and stretching her because some of the cold gel dripped onto him.
“Be still Rose, love, relax those muscles,” Master Salvador said firmly. Hari held Rose in his arms and kissed her soothingly as she moaned. He pressed his eager, throbbing cock into her pussy. She was very wet and her hard little nipples rubbed his chest.
“Hari, I need you inside me now,” Rose said.
She was urgent, so he grasped her bottom to steady her and thrust his dick into her pussy as deep as he could go. As he withdrew he felt Salvador’s thick cock slide into her, as Olaf must have entered Salvador’s hole and driven him forward with the power of his thrust. It took a couple of goes before they found the rhythm, but once they did it was amazing. Hari had never dreamed that anything could be so wonderful. His Rose, her hands on his shoulders, moaned and gasped as he fucked her, rubbing her G-spot.
“Yes, Hari, harder, deeper.”
His own cock slid alongside his Dom’s with the thought that soon his Dom would take him, too. Master Salvador’s thrusts became deeper and more urgent. Hari could hear his panting and that of Olaf as their climax approached. He reached a hand down between them and rubbed Rose’s swollen and throbbing clit. He felt the milking, clenching of her pussy muscles drag him over the edge with her, as she collapsed on his chest. Master Salvador groaned as his orgasm took him, and he fell on top of the two of them, taking the weight on his arms. Olaf shouted as he came and joined the tangled heap of limbs on the bed.
When they had regained their breath, and kisses and cuddles had been exchanged, Rose said, “Olaf and I will go and find that bigger bed, Master.”
Hari was overjoyed. He held her tight and kissed her.
“I have a much better idea,” Salvador said. “This flat is going to be small. We all need a room to call our own as well as our family bedroom. The bathroom is very small here for four, when one of us likes to take long baths and spend ages in there.”
“Olaf, you never told me you liked to spend so long in the tub,” Hari teased. His brother leaned over and punched his shoulder.
“Settle down and listen to me. I have found a house.”
He got no further. Rose bounced up and kissed him repeatedly.
“Where is it? What is it like? Does it have a garden? When can we go and see it? Can we go now?”
“Rose, Rose, slow down. It’s overlooking Ullswater. It has a large garden and great views. We will go later today, but there is one problem.”
“Oh no, what is it?” Rose sounded deflated.
“It is a bit more than I can afford right now. I will put in an offer, but we may not get it.”
“Master, can I make a contribution?” Hari asked.
“Yes, of course, go ahead. What do you want to say?”
“I have money and would like to contribute. If this is the right house for us, Olaf and I should help to get it.”
“That’s most generous of you,” Salvador said.
“I have a couple of art galleries, one in New York and another in London. I’m well able to afford it. If we are to be a family it’s only right that we all help out.”
“Can we go now, please?” Rose began to bounce again. There was an ominous sound and the bed collapsed with a crash. They landed in a heap and fell about laughing.
“Seems we shall need that bed urgently,” Olafur said when he could speak.
“Let’s go and wash, and then I will call the house agent and we can go and visit the house,” Salvador said, smiling.
* * * *
Two hours later they were in the car and heading down the M6 to Penrith. Once there they turned right and entered the Lake District. Soon they came to a small village and in front of them was a lovely, long, low bungalow overlooking the Lake. Master Salvador turned to Rose but she was speechless, gazing at the house.
“Is this really it, Master? It’s so perfect. I always dreamed of a house like this. Can we really have it?”
“Shall we wait until we’ve seen the inside, love?”
“What are we waiting for? Come on, hurry up, I can’t wait.” She hurried up the path to the house followed by her men. Salvador was in no doubt that they were all her men. Her sweet personality, her care for their welfare, and above all her love for all three of them ensured that. Each of them would do anything to make her happy.
The house had large patio doors at the front opening onto a terrace with a stone balustrade. The present owners had chairs and tables as well as a swing with an awning arranged to best capture the view. A large, covered hot-tub was situated at one end. Inside, the hall opened up to a large kitchen, fitted with white, high-gloss cupboards and grey granite work tops. There was a double oven, a double sink, and space for a table and chairs. The lounge was spacious, light, and airy, giving views of the lake and garden. A formal dining room was next. There were six bedrooms. The master suite had a large bathroom.
“That’s the biggest bath I have ever seen,” Rose breathed in awe. “There is a room each, apart from the master bedroom and one spare. Can we see that last one?”
“That’s beyond the family bathroom and it’s rather special,” Salvador said, looking at her.
“Come along then,
let’s go and see it.” Rose pulled at his hand and they all entered the room. It was a nursery. The theme was the sea, and painted fishes in a variety of bright colours swam on every wall. There was white furniture and a fitted unit with sink and drawers. The linen, in shades of pale to deep turquoise, was decorated with appliquéd fishes and the large widow had blinds which would exclude all light. Salvador watched Rose. She stood still in the middle of the room and then slowly turned round and around to see all of it. Her face was a picture, and all he’d hoped. She looked at him and blushed.
“Master.” She barely managed to say it. He held out his arms, and she flew to him.
“Well, Rose?” He tried to get her to look at him, but her face remained obstinately buried in his chest. “As Rose has nothing to say, what do you two think?”
“I love it, Master. We each have our own rooms for our own things and enough space to be together when we want to. The master bedroom is just the right size and will fit the huge bed we need,” Olaf said. Salvador was pleased. That was a long speech for Olaf, and it seemed he liked the house, too. Just one more. “Hari?”
“I’m not sure that I like it,” Hari said. Rose looked up in consternation and Hari winked. “No. I don’t like it, I love it. Ouch, Rose, stop it. I was only teasing. I love it and can’t wait to move in. When can we make the offer and seal the deal, Master?”
“There is just one more thing to do. You remember, Olaf, Hari?”
“Yes, Master,” the brothers answered as one.
Salvador took Rose’s hand, Hari and Olaf took her other one.
“Rose, I love you and I want to marry you,” each man said in turn. “We can’t all marry you under this country’s laws. We have agreed that I will marry you, but we will all have new surnames Belmonte-Jonssen. Will you marry us Rose?” Salvador asked.
He saw the tears in her eyes as she looked at each one of her men.
“Master, I love you, and I will be honoured to marry you. Olaf, I love you. Hari, I have known you for such a short time, but I do love you, too. I want to spend the rest of my life with all three of you. Furthermore, I do want babies and soon please, Master.”
Nothing would give me greater pleasure, or should I say us as no doubt Hari will lend a helping hand.”
“His hand is not what I want, Master,” Rose said, chuckling, and got a swat on her behind for her pains.
“Now come here and listen. This is your engagement ring. We will have four wedding rings made. When they are taken off they will all fit together like the pieces of a puzzle. Each will have all four names inscribed in them. To the rest of the world you will be my wife, but we will be a family, all of us together.”
“That sounds really wonderful, Master. I’m such a lucky woman. Now can we go home and start making babies? “
* * * *
Salvador picked up the phone and dialled the familiar number. He was smiling. He knew that what he had to impart would more than please. He knew she would be over the moon and he longed to hear the delight in her voice. He wouldn’t burden her with all the details of the ménage, as she wouldn’t understand. She was interested in wives and future babies. Rose was doing her best to make sure that wish was fulfilled, but it was still early days. When his mother met Olafur and Haldur in April he would tell her they were close friends. She’d fall for their boyish, blond good looks and they’d love to be mothered by the plump little Spanish lady. He remembered her sad, sweet face last year when he went home. One by one his younger brothers had married and had families, and although his mother said nothing directly, he could tell she was worried about him. He owed her more than he could ever repay. In his case it had been late coming, but that didn’t matter now. It wasn’t the time for his usual call, so at first she’d wonder if anything was wrong.
“Dígame.”
“¿Mamá?
“Salvador , hijo mío. ¿Qué te pasa?
He smiled. He knew she’d ask him if anything was wrong.
“No me pasa nada, mama. Tengo noticias.”
After reassuring her that nothing at all was wrong with him, he told her his news and for a few moments she was silent. He well knew just how much she had longed to hear that he had found the woman he wanted to make his life with. He expected the who, what, when can we see her.
“Bendito sea Diós. ¿Quién es? ¿Cómo se llama? ¿Cuándo vas a traerla aquí?”
As his mother poured out her delight through her tears of joy, Salvador settled into his chair and proceeded to give her all the details about Rose and their hopes for a family that she had waited so long to hear.
THE END
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