Done For (Their Sub Series Book 2)

by Linzi Basset

  “You talk too much, honeybuns.”

  She traced the eyebrow that arched in that sexy way. “Honeybuns? Really?” The frown between his brows told her of his opinion of anointing him with such a cute pet name.

  Her laughter tingled joyously until his lips closed over her nipple to suck it deep into his mouth. Then, her moans and sighs were all that floated into the air.

  “You’re shaking, love.” Mitch said against her breast as he massaged her swollen labia and slid his finger inside her pussy. He searched for the spongy ganglia of nerves on front wall of her vagina. Her breathing spiked when he found it.

  “Oh god, Mitch! Please, I don’t need . . . I have to . . . oooh!” Shona moaned. She pressed her head into the pillow and clutched at his shoulders, imprisoning his hand between her thighs, which began to tremble as he brushed his finger over the spongy nub, back and forth.

  “No. Open your legs. Yes, my pet, wider.”

  She didn’t think to deny his order. His demeanor had changed. Hovering over her, watching with a brooding look was the Dom she’d came to know.

  His probing fingers found that spot with ruthless accuracy. She had no defense against the ripples of heat rushing through her veins, pooling around the nerves inside her pussy. Her nails dug into his arms.

  “I beg you, my Master. Let me come. Ooohhmmm!”

  “What did I say . . . when will you come?”

  “With you inside me.”

  “Yes. Only then.” He buried his face between her legs and lashed at her moist folds with the flat of his tongue, licking at the oozing nectar she had no control over, before he pushed his tongue deep inside her.

  “Fuck me, I beg you.” Shona was desperate. Her entire lower body throbbed with the need to climax. She’d managed to come this far and she refused to give up now, not when she was this close to proving her complete submission to him.

  He listened to the guttural moans rise and swerve through her throat as she bucked against his mouth and fingers.

  Shona felt her excitement increase when he rose above her. He guided the bulbous, spongy head of his cock against her pussy to lubricate himself, and then thrust his thickly veined shaft into her—to the hilt, stroking and flexing against the silky, warm sheath that gave way to his entire girth.

  He began to rock in a gentle rhythm that had her clenching her teeth. Every thrust pushed his cock against her satiny walls, forcing her to accept his power. But he was too gentle and Shona moaned in need.

  “Harder, please, Mitch. Fuck me!”

  “All in good time, love. For now, I want to savor your luxurious softness surrounding me. Grasping and sucking at my cock with such eager desire. You’re so tight, my pet, like a glove made to fit me.”

  Mitch watched her writhe and jerk against his still thrusting cock. His crotch and thighs were soaked in the essence which oozed from her pussy. Shona dug her nails into his hips as she arched her back. A husky moan followed when his strong hand closed around her waist and he guided her against him. He reached for her swollen clit with the other.

  “Let me strum this little nub for a sharper chorus and no, Shona, do not come.”

  “Nooo . . . fuu-hccck!”

  His hunger burned with a flush of heat. She begged him for a release but he refused to be rushed. Now, right here, he needed to treasure their first time together. He slowed his movements and set a slow, deep rhythm, smiling as Shona cursed him. Her pussy clenched and released around him and her stomach rolled like crashing waves to shore. He swiped his thumb over her clitoris and watched as her hips jerked upward, then shied away, afraid of more. He knew she was on the edge. The slightest nudge would end it for her.

  “Look at me, Shona,” he ordered in a hoarse voice.

  Her eyes lifted and he found himself drowning in their shimmering depths. She begged silently even as she continued to thrash against him. She didn’t understand what was holding her orgasm back. It was right there—on the edge, where it continued to hover, pulsing and throbbing inside her.

  The dark glimmer in his eyes was her answer.

  Him.

  She was waiting for him.

  Waiting for his permission.

  His cock swelled against her silky walls, forcing another deep groan to trickle to surface. Her eyelids started to twitch.

  “No, keep looking at me,” he warned when her eyes began to drift close.

  Then he pushed himself into her, pulverizing her control with a grinding, pumping rhythm.

  Harder.

  Faster.

  Hypnotically.

  Shona couldn’t break his gaze. His body slammed into her, sliding against hers; the heated sheen on their bodies aiding the seamless movements.

  “Do you know that I’ve loved you since the day you stumbled and fell into my arms?” Mitch asked, watching her eyes widen.

  She swallowed, struggling to combat the need to climax while sifting through her mind at his words. “That was . . . what? Ten months ago.” She stared at him, transfixed by the warm glow in his eyes.

  “Yes, love. Ten months and four days.”

  Their gazes remained locked. Mitch touched the pad of his thumb against her clitoris and watched spellbound as her mouth fell open in a silent scream, animating the web of muscles in her neck.

  “Now, Shona, my love. Come for me.”

  It was all her body had been waiting for. It felt like she was coming apart at the seams.

  Nothing had ever come close to the ecstatic rush created by the sudden release of copious amounts of harmonious chemistry, doused by the emotional and physical ripples of his romantic declaration. The sensation, when her pussy gripped his shaft and their molten flesh in a sinuous embrace engulfed them in a soporific wave, flung them into nothingness.

  They let go together. Their bodies were wracked by tempestuous spasms that left them tattered and shuddering against each other in the aftermath.

  “Will you come with us, Shona? To Tucson? To live, love and be ours forever and a day?”

  She stroked his cheeks. The smile she bestowed upon him was beyond beautiful. He was dumbstruck as he stared at her, waiting breathlessly for her response.

  “Yes, my love. I will.”

  Epilogue

  Shona had been filled with trepidation about the move to their ranch in Tucson, but all three men supported her every step of the way.

  It had been a sad parting when she’d said goodbye to Chloe, but knowing they would be seeing each regularly eased the heartache. They’d come to an agreement that Shona would meet Chloe weekly, at first, to ensure their business didn’t suffer due to her absence. Soon the weekly meetings became a couple of days every two weeks. They both agreed it was enough to catch up on the business requirements.

  Thinking back on it now brought a smile to Shona’s face. She was lying face down on a spanking bench waiting for her Masters.

  It has been two months since her move. She’d never believed so much happiness was possible. The three men doted on her and she’d come to crave their sessions in the dungeon. The one on the ranch was phenomenal. Twice the size of the one at their penthouse, this one represented the lifestyle they have chosen to life.

  “What a sight to behold,” Jason suddenly said behind her.

  “Oh, I didn’t hear you enter, my love.”

  The silence that followed worried her. It was the first time she’d said something this loving to anyone other than Mitch. But, it was time to admit to the other two how much she’d come to love them as well. She couldn’t imagine her life without them in her life.

  “Shona?” Jason asked. He gently pulled her upright from the bench to press his chest against her back. His arms encircled her waist. “Did I hear you right, baby?”

  She could hear the insecurity in his voice. He was the biggest one of the three but with the most tender heart―the emotional one. She turned in his arms to look into his eyes. Her smile brightened the room.

  “I love you, Jason. So very much. How could I
not? You are the kindest, most gentle soul I have ever met and you offer me strength and comfort when I need it the most.”

  “God, how I’ve longed to hear you say those words. I never believed in love at first sight, baby, until the day I looked into your beautiful eyes. I love you, heart of my heart, soul of my soul,” he whispered against her lips. The kiss was soul searching, tender and a promise of forever.

  “And what is this? Wasn’t our sub supposed to wait for us on the spanking bench?” Sam’s voice had them pulling them apart.

  “She was, until she said the most beautiful words. And looking at the teary look in her eyes, I suspect she has something to say to you too.”

  Shona didn’t wait; she tore across the room and into Sam’s arms. He caught her with a surprised look on his face.

  “I must have done something right to receive such a welcome,” he chuckled. He cuddled her against his chest.

  Sam loved to cuddle and was usually the one to give her aftercare following a scene. He made her feel safe and warm when he wrapped his arms around her.

  She palmed his cheeks and saw a look of wonder enter his eyes. The love she felt in her heart shimmered in the tears that filled her eyes. The moment was just too big for Shona.

  “I love you, my wonderful Sam. You’re my warmth, my safe haven. I can’t imagine my world without you.”

  “Jesus, woman! You should at least warn a man before you turn his world on its head,” he exclaimed and lifted her to swing her around in jubilation. Her feet had barely touched the floor, when he captured her lips. His kiss was wild and passionate―like the man he was. “You have just made me the happiest man on earth, honey. I’ve been itching to tell you how much I love you but I was afraid you weren’t ready.”

  “Well, my love, it took you long enough to admit your love to them,” Mitch said as he walked into the dungeon.

  Shona looked at him with surprise. “You knew?”

  He smiled tenderly as he watched Jason join Shona and Sam and wrap them in his arms. The happiness and love the trio exuded warmed his heart.

  “I know you better than I know myself, my love. Of course, I knew.”

  Shona could see the need to hold her in his gaze but loved him more for suppressing his own desires to allow his two friends this special time with her.

  “I guess that means there’ll be no scene happening tonight. I know how special it was when we admitted our love for each other and I imagine the two of you want nothing more than to be alone with the love of our lives. I’ll be in my study. I have some work to finish.”

  He was about to turn around when suddenly his arms were filled with the curves of the woman he loved more than life itself.

  “Thank you, you wonderful man. You are such a kind and thoughtful Master. I do love you very much. You know that, don’t you?” Shona whispered with shining eyes.

  “I do, my love, but no more than I love you.”

  He hugged her tight but refrained from kissing her. She smiled against his chest. She knew why and it made her love him even more. If he kissed her, he’d not be able to leave. Mitch loved to kiss and nibble on her lips and once he started, he became very amorous.

  “Now go, my lovely sub and celebrate this moment with them. I’ll be waiting for you upstairs.”

  She was about to turn away when she remembered to ask, “My Master, seeing as this is such a wondrous occasion, would you give permission―”

  Mitch smiled affectionately, touched that she had the confidence to ask. “Yes, my love. You may come at will.”

  She turned and with a saucy smile at Sam and Jason, she started walking toward the bedroom, her hips swaying seductively.

  “Well, my Masters, what are you waiting for?”

  That shook them out of their enthrallment. Within minutes they were naked and joined her on the massive bed.

  “Now, our beloved sub, we will honor you with our bodies to prove that we love you—body, heart and soul.”

  * * * * * * * *

  4 Months later . . .

  “. . . to have and to hold, Shona Kathleen Nicole, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part. What is your answer, Mitch Cooper, Sam Elliott and Jason White?”

  “We do,” the three men answered in unison.

  “You may all, kiss the bride.”

  The captivated guests erupted in applause when the three men passed their wife from one to the other for a deep, passionate kiss.

  “Finally, you belong to me.” Mitch whispered against her lips.

  She blinked up at him, her smile tender and understanding. Their legal ceremony had taken place first, where after, the minister had performed the second one to marry her to Sam and Jason as well.

  “I have belonged to you from the moment you butted heads with me for blocking your car at Diana’s house.”

  Mitch frowned, searching his mind. He recalled meeting her at Diana’s house. When he went to leave, it was to find that Shona had parked her car behind his and left with her friend, Chloe, for a meeting. He’d ended up missing his next appointment, waiting for her to return and move her car. They’d exchanged heated words. The whole incident had secretly left him enthralled by the gorgeous redhead.

  “That was the day we met.”

  “Yes, my love. But, it’s fine; I expected to beat you to the punch. You do tend to be tad long-winded when the mood . . . Mitch!” She shrieked when he swung her into his arms. “Where are we going?”

  “I’m in the mood to be long-winded. Did you really think I would share our wedding night with those two? They will get their turn tomorrow. Tonight, I’m going to show you just how long-winded I can be.”

  Shona looked over his shoulder as he carried her toward the exit. The smile she offered her two husbands soothed their annoyance.

  “Tomorrow night, my loves, is going to be sublime and I can’t wait to officially belong to you.”

  “Well hell, mate, when she puts it like that, I don’t even mind that Mitch gets this night with her alone.” Jason muttered.

  “Neither do I. Besides, we knew he would demand it. She has always belonged to him first. Long before we came into the picture.”

  “Yes, my husbands,” they heard her sweet voice drift back to them, “but now, I belong to all of you.”

  The End

  What happens when Chloe, the third of the friends, decides to visit her two besties in Tucson? Read on for a short excerpt of, For This, Chloe’s tale and . . . well who knows who else!

  Excerpt – For This

  Chapter One

  “Ooh, geez!”

  Chloe grabbed her head as she sat up.

  “Well done, Chloe Walker. Way to go, getting roaring drunk,” she whispered through her parched lips.

  The last time she’d been as drunk as she was the night before, was at college. She never drank more than a glass or two of wine when she went out. Overindulgence, in the past ten years, only happened when she and her two besties got together and wiped out a couple of bottles together.

  “Yeah. If Diana and Shona had been here, they would’ve stopped me.”

  A grunt on the bed, next to her, froze every cell in her body. She opened her fingers to peek through them. Only to encounter a room that wasn’t hers. It was stylish and luxurious, but it was still not her bedroom in her little house on the beach!

  Fuck! Where am I? And who the hell is . . . oh, hello!

  Her hands fell away from her face. Her eyes wandered over the naked body on the bed next to her.

  Damn, if only the sheet didn’t cover the good parts!

  The man was a muscle palace and even in the early morning light shining through the window, she could see he was an outdoorsy type. His skin had the smooth tanned look of someone who spent a lot of time in the sun. His shoulders were insanely wide and bulged with well-defined muscles. His chest moved up and down with every breath and her eyes tracked down further.

  Holy sm
okes. Look at those abs! One, two, three . . . eight! An eight pack. Man, he looks good enough to lick . . . or eat . . . yumm.

  Her fingers itched to trace the rippled washboard tracks, but she suppressed the desire. It wouldn’t do to wake him. His face was turned away from her so she had no idea what he looked like. She racked her brain but couldn’t remember much of the previous night. Least of all, how she ended up in bed with such a hunk.

  With her eyes on him, she slowly swung her legs to the floor and got up. She groaned when she realized she was stark naked. Way to go, Chloe. This just keeps getting better and better. Luckily it was one of those thick mattresses that didn’t move when one person did and she managed to leave the bed without waking him. Then the frantic search for her clothes began. After an exasperating five minutes, she gave up. There was not one piece of her clothing anywhere in the room.

  She peeked through the door to find a wide hallway. Her red satin thong and bra were laying on the floor a couple of steps apart. She picked them up and followed the trail of clothes to a posh den with floor length windows looking out over the ocean.

  “Oh my god, Chloe. Just what did you do last night? Fuck, what did I miss! I can’t even remember fucking that gorgeous piece of meat in the room!” She whispered to herself as she quickly dressed.

  With a final regretful glance toward the bedroom, she left quietly. She was too embarrassed about her lack of memory to even wonder who the stranger in the bed was. All she wanted to do was to leave before she had to encounter him again.

  “The penthouse? Wow, impressive,” she said as she found the elevator opening directly into the lobby of the apartment complex.

  She felt rather conspicuous in her red dress that qualified as a ‘little number’, when she encountered the concierge as she stepped out of the elevator.

  “Good morning, miss. I trust you had a pleasant evening with Mr. Anderson? Is he bringing his car around to the front?” The portly man asked with a friendly smile.

  Chloe could feel her face heat up. “Ehm . . . no, I need to phone a cab,” she blurted out in a rush.