Trevor excused himself as Ronin lay on another table. Two new therapists entered and started their therapy session.
Jake grunted, “We promised.”
“Yes, but Nik said --”
Jake turned his head, “Don’t say it. I think she meant it.”
Ronin’s brows lifted. “It rang true?”
“Yeah.” Jake tried relaxing, but his mind worked furiously. “How do we deal with this?”
Neither man spoke for a while. Jake knew that Ronin was mulling over the actions and consequences of any scenario, just as he was. Once their massages were almost complete, Jake spoke. “There’s only one thing to do.”
Ronin looked at him. “What?”
Jake brushed his body with a nearby hand towel. “Tell Mistress Valentine everything. See what she thinks would be best.”
Ronin’s voice rang out in the room. “Fuck!”
“Exactly. But it’s all we’ve got.” Jake shrugged. “I don’t think we have any other option, lover.”
“Hopefully she won’t kill us for pleasuring someone other than her.” Ronin sighed. “Gods help us.”
* * * * *
Early evening in the holo-studio
Nikita stood in her dressing room looking at her choice of outfits. She wanted to have that boss look that was so popular now, the one with the pin-striped suit with matching pumps and such, but she also wanted to wear her leather. She liked the way she looked in good, supple leather. Further, she knew her two new submissives would enjoy it as well. Perhaps there was a way of having both. “Tavi, do we have an office suit for a female that is a bit more dominant in color and fabric?”
“What were you thinking, Nikita?” Tavi broadcast a hologram before Nikita, showing her what outfits were in stock.
“Perhaps some leather for the suit coat and the skirt, though keeping the pin-striped pattern. Make the shirt more of a corset with lace trim. The pumps can stay, but add thigh-high stockings with seams and garters to hold them up. Is it doable on such short notice?”
Tavi paused a moment, then hummed. “I think, perhaps…yes, Nikita. What do you think of this outfit?” He brought up the hologram of the outfit, complete with garters and pumps. Done in black with red pinstripes, it was exactly as she had been thinking. Sometimes, Tavi was a genius. It was why she loved having him in filming and refused to let anyone else have him.
“Perfect. Is it in my size, though? I’m not your typical thin woman.” Nikita looked down at her double-D breasts and her rounded belly. “I might be somewhat in shape, but I’ll never lose those last thirty-six pounds to hit my goal weight.”
“You are beautiful, Nikita, and yes, the outfit is in your size. I’ll have one of the remote AIs retrieve it and bring it to you. Did you speak to Aislynn or Grendel about toys?”
“Already done, and one of their AIs should be bringing the toys over to you for your approval and to upload the links into your systems within the next few minutes.” Nikita fingered the black silk panties she planned to wear. “Do you think I’m doing the right thing, Tavi? Taking on both men, I mean?”
“Though I’m not human, I’ve spent time in the AI mobile forms, Nikita. Dana and I have a ‘relationship’ as you might term it. I think these two men are compatible for you. More importantly, I think that perhaps, just perhaps, they might give you exactly what you need on a deeper level. You’ve bitched and moaned about them when you’ve seen them perform for Trina, and I’ve done the initial scans for the three of you.”
“Let’s have it then,” Nikita said, as a knock sounded on the door. In entered a mobile AI, which deposited the boss outfit into her outstretched arms. “Thank you.”
The AI nodded. “You’re welcome, Nikita.” The AI left, leaving Tavi and Nikita alone.
“Continue, Tavi, while I get dressed.” Nikita smiled while admiring the garments’ balance of leather, silk, and lace.
“Both Jake and Ronin are well matched. In fact, they’re grumbling about their clothes, though both are registering low levels of excitement according to my sensors.” Tavi paused, then began again as Nik stripped out of her robe. “Yet both admit needing a woman in their lives, one who will love them and give them what they need -- discipline, affection, and to love them in tandem. You want more than one man; you know that it takes more than one to fulfill you on all levels. You need men you can trust, who are willing to take you in command, occasionally overthrow you, but also give you want you need -- men to rely on in the way that lets your best side come out.” Tavi paused for a moment. “How am I doing so far, Nik?”
“So far, so good,” Nik agreed, arranging the deep red corset around her chest, then tying the ties in the front. “Continue. I can’t refute one word you’ve said yet.”
“Further, their medical health is clear, as is yours. They have undergone and passed their submissive training exams, which Trina hasn’t told them yet. She’s only told them they’re getting a gift for taking the tests. According to the match center and your sister, the three of you are a ninety-nine-point-six percent match. The point-four percent give, plus or minus, is the usual, since we can’t ever be one hundred percent sure. I think they’re what you want and need, Nikita. How many films have you done of late dealing with ménages, specifically two bisexual males and a dominant female?”
Nik sighed. It was tough to argue with an AI programmed by your own family. “Damn you, Tavi. You’re right. They’ve fascinated me for the past two years, but once they began training with Trina, I knew…I wanted them. They’re smart, strong, aren’t afraid of letting a woman be the boss, but there’s something else there too. They know who they are inside. They’re not afraid of their essence. That appeals to me.” Nikita finished pulling on the leather pinstriped suit coat. “What do you think?” She stepped into the three-inch-heeled black patent leather pumps.
“I think that you’re going to make them into hard cock statues, Nikita,” Tavi responded with a laugh. “You look like the true Domina you are. The set is ready, and we’ve prepared the after-chamber as well for aftercare.”
“Thanks, Tavi. After the surprise massage session this afternoon, I know they’ll accept both me and the mistress. I just was afraid to voice it.” Nikita slid her earpiece on and tested it softly. “Let’s continue this from the earpiece, if you please.” The last thing she put on was the crimson mask that covered most of her face.
“As you wish, Mistress Nikita. Now go capture your men,” Tavi encouraged in her ear.
Chapter Nine
In the editing room at the P3 studios
Trina watched as Ronin and Jake walked onto the soundstage, both looking at the cards they’d been given in their dressing rooms. They were told their new mistress wanted to do a boss-secretary scenario with them, both of them being the secretaries. The scene setting was that they were tired of the sexual innuendo that their female boss dished out to them. They were to be polite as they met her, but then give her hell for her behavior. It was a scenario often done with men in charge and the woman being the secretary, but this time…this time it was all about the woman boss.
Trina sat back in her chair with a happy sigh. “Who realized my Valentine’s Day would be spent playing Cupid for one of my sisters with the men of her dreams?”
A voice interrupted. “Me. You should have warned me before an hour ago,” said Carin, their other sister. “I’d have paid big money to see you pull all this off in less than three days. Granted, Nik warned me what you were doing. I wondered when you’d tell me.”
“There was good reason not to. You’d have stopped me or tried to help. This I had well under control -- this time.” Trina hugged her sister before ushering her into the waiting chair. “Well, now you’re here, and Tavi’s running the feed from the cameras to the editor’s booth for us.” Trina gestured toward the live feed from holo-studio fifteen. “So, editing guru, go to it.”
“Gods, the things we do to help those we love.” Carin chuckled. She fiddled with a couple of buttons,
grabbing various camera feed from the studio. “Turn up the volume; it looks like Nik’s coming in. If I’ve got to edit this, I definitely want to listen in.”
* * * * *
Holo-studio 15
Nikita saw the men first and, adjusting her mask, stepped onto the stage. At that moment, she was no longer Nikita, but Mistress Boss, the sex-starved woman who wanted both of her secretaries.
Her pumps clicked on the marble floor as she made her way toward them. “Good evening, gentlemen. Sorry to interrupt your Valentine’s Day plans, but I needed some work done by you both.” She gave them a slight leer, while knowing that as she leaned forward slightly they were getting a good look at her cleavage. Sometimes it’s good to be me. Their faces betray just how much they like this. Fantastic!
Jake stepped forward, his dark brown leather tuxedo showcasing his fit body. “It’s not fair, boss, that you make us work the holiday when no one else does.”
His voice possessed just the right timbre of fear and anger, arousing Nik’s dominant nature. “Are you saying it’s not in my right to make my secretaries work if I’m working?”
“We should be allowed to enjoy the holiday like the others,” Ronin grumbled, pulling at his bow tie. He looked uncomfortable in the leather tuxedo, though to Nik’s eyes they both were delectable. “We’re dressed for Valentine’s Day, and yet here we are stuck working instead of going out and having fun.”
Nikita lifted one brow. “Fun? You think you deserve fun?” She gave an indelicate snort. “You haven’t even offered your boss some fun, so why should you get to have any?”
Jake’s jaw dropped open; then he shut it quickly. Nik hoped that Tavi caught the stunned look on Jake’s face. It was priceless. His voice came out as a threatening growl. “Are you hinting at something, boss?”
“I’d like for you both to serve my needs, yes,” Nikita crooned to them as she sat on the corner of the ornate desk, her legs separating to allow them a glimpse up her short leather skirt. She watched their gazes before deliberately crossing her ankles. “I think that you two secretaries could do for me and perhaps, if you do well, I could do for you. Of course, it depends on how well you please me.”
Fidgeting, Ronin tugged at his tie before dropping his hands in front of his stomach. She watched as his hands flexed repeatedly. “Some might call that sexual harassment, boss lady.”
“Perhaps. Or some might call it a win-win scenario for all parties involved. I view it in that manner.” Nikita licked her lips and undid the buttons of her suit coat, letting the red corset show. “Perhaps one of you boys might help your boss out of her coat. She’s getting a bit too hot looking at you two gorgeous men in your tuxedos for her enjoyment.”
Tavi whispered in her ear, “Core body temperatures are rising for both men. They’re also trying to prevent their arousal from being noticeable from your view. Jake’s leaning forward slightly to hide his erection.”
Standing, she waited until both Ronin and Jake moved forward, each waiting for the other to take off her coat. Finally, Ronin placed his hands on her arms and helped her remove her jacket. He eased it until it was halfway down her arms. With a quick movement, he tightened his grip, preventing her from moving her arms. “Did you really think we’d serve you sexually without taking our own fun and pleasure from it?”
His mouth nibbled on her neck as Jake’s hands glided over her bare shoulders and upper chest. The moist kisses combined with the light touch made her pussy clench in desperate need. “You’ve teased us long enough, boss. This time, we’re ready for you. You’re going to serve us.” His mouth landed squarely on her parted lips, taking away her retort.
His mouth was warm, minty, and he was well experienced at subtle teasing as his tongue darted along hers, then backed away as she tried to become aggressive. With Ronin holding her arms at her sides, she couldn’t grab Jake’s short, wavy hair to show him who was truly the boss here.
Finally, he broke off the kiss and flashed a devilish smile. “I think our boss might need someone to teach her who’s really the boss in this threesome.” Jake panted. He pointed toward her mask. “Ronin, remove our boss’s mask. Let’s see just who our new sexual slave is.”
“Do not touch my mask, Ronin. Not until I command it so,” Nikita ordered while reveling in how the two sets of hands on her bare arms aroused her so much. What they shared was more than sexual compatibility; this was deeper, something that her sister would define as the beginning of love. Dammit, I never meant to fall in love. But, if this is how it’s meant to be, I guess my sisters aren’t suckers to seek it in their own lives.
“Lady, you might be our boss at the day job, but when it comes to the night, we’re the ones in control of what happens,” Ronin whispered in her ear as his hands caressed her bare arms. Carefully, he lifted off the mask, and though her eyes were closed, she heard them both gasp as they recognized her. “Lady…Mistress…Nikita.” His tripping over her name amused her as she opened her eyes and gazed openly at both men. Ronin continued speaking, his head lowered slightly. “You do us an honor tonight. But you’re still at our mercy unless you can win the right to rule us. You know the rules of House Seti that we uphold.”
“Oh, I will win you both over to my way of doing things before this night is over, trust me,” Nik responded. She worked more of the coat down toward her wrists. Although the buttery-soft leather didn’t bend well, this lightweight version bunched up nicely. Before they noticed her movements, she slipped out one hand and then the other, making sure that the only thing that moved was her chest, emphasizing it with deep inhalations and exhalations. She looked up, only to catch Jake’s chocolate brown eyes looking directly at her.
“I think not, my lady,” Jake commanded as he skimmed his hands over the deep crimson corset and caressed her nipples.
Nik bit back a moan as her nipples tightened under his ministrations. She saw the devilish look in his eyes when Tavi’s reminder hit her ear. “He’s the alpha submissive, Nik. Remember, he’ll push you and will top from the bottom if you let him.”
Knowing the AI was correct, she waited until Jake edged closer, then snapped her hands forward, grabbing his erection through the lightweight leather pants. “I know so. Your cock’s stiffening up. Guess we know who the real boss is, don’t we?” She glanced at Ronin, whose hands hung at his sides. “Good boy, Ronin.”
Standing straight at her full height of five feet two inches, Nikita used her free hand and grabbed Ronin’s chest. Her fingers clung to one of the opal rings she’d given Ronin the night before. Tapping the top of the gem, she felt the light vibrations rock against his nipples, catching Ronin off guard. She stepped back, snapped her fingers, then pointed toward the floor. “Now, I want both of you to get on your knees before your new mistress and lover.”
Both men sank, albeit reluctantly, to their knees. Nik released Jake’s cock as he slowly lowered himself. Quickly, she whipped out a chain and attached it to Ronin’s piercings. She placed one foot on his chest and tugged the middle of the chain. “Feels good, doesn’t it,” Nik whispered as Ronin’s body jolted from slightly slumped forward to straight up, exposing how his cock tented his leather pants. “I like seeing my men react well to little gifts.” Shifting her position, she forced Jake’s chin up. “You enjoy seeing your lover so aroused for me, don’t you, Jake?”
“Yes,” he spat out as Nik ran her long red nails down the front of his tuxedo shirt. “I like seeing what pleasures his mind and body. We knew the piercings were a bit larger than normal, as if they were made to be attached, but we had no idea they vibrated.”
“No, Aislynn created the piercings to my specifications. They only need my touch to activate them.” She tugged on the piercing and enjoyed Ronin’s whimpering and growing arousal at the light level of pain and pleasure. “I know I left a special gift for you in the dressing room, Jacob. Did you wear it for me?” Nik asked. Her free hand grazed down until it squeezed his balls. The slightly thicker, studded cock ring rubbed agains
t her hand. She tapped two studs, activating the built-in vibrators. “How does your gift feel now?”
She watched as he shifted and knew that his movements tightened the ring a bit more against his balls. He trembled in response as Ronin moaned when he tugged the chain on his piercings. They were slowly falling into the frame of mind she wanted them to achieve -- arousal with obedience. Using her direct mental link to Tavi, she asked, “How are they both doing? At their limit of arousal?”
Tavi, his accent vibrating against her earpiece, replied softly, “So far, both are in normal limits. However, that said, they’re very aroused and their serotonin levels are slowly increasing. I do believe you’ve got them where you want, for the most part, Mistress Nik.”
Nik smiled as she focused her attention on her waiting men. “Good boys. Now, your safe word is ‘Christmas,’ and your warning words are ‘Will Robinson.’ Got it?” Nik crooned as she glided her hands up their chests until they stopped at their nipples. As she spoke, she gently tugged, reinforcing her words. “I own you; you are mine. You will pleasure me, and I will make sure that you won’t ever regret giving yourself to me, understand? I know that you are surprised that Mistress Valentine is me, but know this -- I’ve wanted you both badly since the moment I saw you training with Trina.”
“We were wondering how to tell you about our moment in the massage area with Nikita…I mean, you.” Ronin lifted his hands and captured one of Nik’s hands against his chest. He leaned forward, his mouth opening for a warm kiss. Twisting one of his piercings until he sat back, she waited for him to call it quits. When he didn’t, she spoke softly. “You ask, you don’t demand, Ronin. Didn’t Trina teach you anything in your time with her?”
“I want you, Nikita… I mean, Mistress Nikita. I want to taste you like Jake has. Please,” he begged, ducking his head in shame.
“I do forgive you, Ronin. That’s good that you’re honest with me. For that, you may kiss me.” She lifted his chin with her free hand and leaned forward until their lips met. Where Jake was warmth and mint, Ronin was musk and desire as he plundered her mouth and she plundered back. She was happy to allow him full access to her mouth while his hands remained on her upper arms, not preventing her from whatever she wanted to do to him.
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