They were parked outside Murphy’s place, waiting to go in and confront the MMA fighter. Mako and Alves would arrive soon and they would pay him a visit. Nash had selected a spot far enough away from the house so they would remain inconspicuous, but close enough that Murphy couldn’t give them the slip.
In an effort to kill time while they wait for Alves and Mako, he asked, “How’d you get into the lifestyle?”
Eli smiled, and nostalgia showed in his expression. “I was a street kid. Stole this woman’s purse and she ran after me. I was a skinny twenty-year-old back then and she packed a mean punch. She gave me options. Said I could avoid the cops if I’d do something for her. Turned out Rose was a dominatrix working for Surrender. She took me under her wing and the rest is history.”
“Where’s Rose now?”
Eli heaved a great sigh and looked away from him. “Rose was a former old lady. She left the motorcycle club she was affiliated with when it got too deep into dealing drugs. A rival of the cartel her husband was muling for gunned her down one night when she was walking home. They didn’t know she’d left him. The murder was a warning to her ex.” Eli’s voice went gravelly with emotion.
Nash reached over and gave his shoulder a brusque squeeze. His gut tightened with compassion for his rival. “I’m sorry, man.”
Eli nodded and looked forward.
“That thing we did … scening? Would you be willing to do it again?” Nash said.
Eli shrugged. “Sure, for Fiona I’ll do anything.”
Nash locked eyes with him. The big Polynesian wasn’t goading him. He was just stating a fact. “So would I.”
Eli nodded. “You really love her. I see that. A man doesn’t go to these lengths unless he truly loves someone.”
Mako and Alves pulled up behind them, killed the headlights, and it was time to go. They all vacated their cars and met under the looming willow they’d parked beside.
“You and Mako cover the back door,” Nash said to Alves. “Just in case Murphy tries to run when he sees me.” Then he turned to Eli. “You knock on the front and I’ll stand out of sight. Once he lets you in, I’ll come up behind you.”
They headed toward the sprawling stucco rancher that was Peter Murphy’s home. With the cash he made in MMA, Murphy should’ve been able to buy a nicer place, but the money he’d gambled away must’ve landed him in this less than savory neighborhood.
Mako and Alves slipped around back of the house and Eli rang the doorbell next to the screen door. It took three rings before footsteps thumped toward them and Murphy opened up.
The big Irishman glowered out the screen door at Eli. “Who the hell are you?”
“Someone you need to talk to,” Eli said. “Open up.”
Murphy frowned and backed away, then he bolted. Eli tore the screen door open and sprinted inside, with Nash close on his heels.
They brought the big fighter down beside the couch. When he was sure Eli had Murphy restrained, Nash went to the back door and let in Mako and Alves. Eli ripped a cord off a lamp and used it to secure Murphy’s wrists behind his back. They put the big Irishman on the couch and gathered around him.
Nash sat in an armchair opposite. “Here’s the deal, Murphy. You’re going to tell Daniel Milligan that you framed Fiona. That you were really the one dealings steroids to Mako and Alves.”
Murphy scoffed and glared at the two fighters standing near Eli. “And why would I do that?”
Nash tossed a folder at the bound man. Eli untied him so he could read the contents. As he did so, he growled. “Running wouldn’t be wise, asshole. I don’t care if you’re a trained fighter. There are four of us and one of you.”
Murphy snarled something back, but Nash couldn’t make it out.
As the fighter scanned the papers Nash handed him, his face soured and he muttered curses. The documents were copies of the proof Thomas had gathered about Murphy’s gambling debts and the money he’d stolen from Fiona.
“You’ll be paying Fiona back, too,” Nash said when Murphy quit reading and glowered at him.
“This doesn’t prove Fiona’s innocent.” He threw the folder at Nash.
“No, but we can.” Alves stepped forward. “If you don’t go to Daniel and tell him everything, we will.”
“Why would I ruin my career for you assholes?” Murphy snapped.
“Because you don’t have a choice,” Eli said. “Either you go to Daniel, or we will.”
“Go back to brawling in Brazil or Belfast,” Nash said. “I’ll even pay for the ticket.” Then he rose out of the chair. “You’ve got two days to turn yourself in to Daniel. If Fiona doesn’t get a call from Strength Inc. before the weekend, we’ll be back.”
***
While Fiona drove to Eli’s, she wondered what was up. She knew he and Nash had gone to Murphy’s recently to confront him, so she expected he’d want to fill her in. But, instead, he’d invited her to play in his dungeon this afternoon. She’d broached the Murphy subject, and he said they’d gotten results, but he seemed more focused on scening than discussing the outcome.
Something was definitely up. Her gut burned with dread. Had Eli and Nash gotten into a fight during the shakedown? Had their anger toward one another destroyed the operation? She’d have to wait until she got to Eli’s to find out.
A shock greeted her after she let herself into Eli’s apartment. Nash was sitting on the couch, talking with Eli as if they were old friends.
“You haven’t killed each other yet?”
Eli grinned at her. “No, we decided to call a truce based on the one thing we can agree on.”
“You,” Nash said, then he patted the couch next to him and she sat, still awestruck by their peaceful coexistence.
The men filled her in on Muphy.
“You should be getting a call from Daniel soon,” Nash said.
“Thank you both, so much.” She made them stand so she could hug them. “I love you guys.”
And she meant it. She loved them both and hoped they wouldn’t ask her to choose, because she couldn’t Both men had become equally important in her life. The old rifts between her and Nash were truly healing, and the bond between her and Eli strengthened.
“Now, let’s celebrate,” Eli said with a wily grin, and the two men led her to the dungeon.
But she stopped them just outside the door and looked at Nash. “You okay with this?”
“Yeah, I’m good. Eli’s been explaining BDSM to me, outlining the culture. I think I get it now. Just be patient with me.”
Her heart filled with renewed feelings for him. She stroked his face and followed her men into the den of pleasure.
They led her to a small, round spanking horse that could easily be mistaken for a simple leather ottoman. Silver rivets lined each end of the bench, and two silver wrist cuffs also rested on the floor, waiting to bind her. Her ankles would remain unfettered, and she had a good idea why. This would give her and her doms more mobility.
She undressed quickly and they stripped down to tiny black leather shorts they’d concealed beneath their clothes. One lowered her to her knees and she bent over the bench. The cool, smooth leather surface pressed into her stomach and she closed her eyes. She shivered in anticipation as the cool, steel manacles were fastened to her wrists.
“Eli will guide me,” Nash whispered in her ear before they started. “I promise I won’t freak out this time. I wanted to make up for the other night.”
“Thank you.” The words caught in her throat as emotions welled up. Gratitude and love. She had everything she wanted right here in this room.
Hands stroked her all over. Rough, callused palms smoothed over her back. Fingers massaged her ass lovingly, cherishing each cheek with an ardent squeeze, a carnal touch. She was adored and complete. A soft sigh escaped her.
The paddle met her flesh hard and swift. She hadn’t expected it and she squealed in surprise, which earned her another sharp rap.
“Be quiet, mistress. We haven’t given yo
u permission to react yet.” It was Nash’s voice, and though he sounded tentative, her heart warmed from his efforts. He’d never cared so much about her needs in the past.
She remained still and willed herself silent, as her doms bid.
The hands returned, igniting fire across her skin. She was hyper aware of their every touch. Fingers applied a sensation lubricant to her anus then slipped inside, widening her, exploring her, until she had to bite back a moan. An anal plug nudged into her rectum and turned on. High speed vibration rocketed through her, tightening her wet pussy and intensifying the tingling in her lower belly. She jutted her hips up, hungry for their touch and unable to stop herself.
Whack! Another sharp rap landed on her ass and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. Two more lashes followed. Her skin absorbed the delicious sting. Her pussy throbbed like crazy.
The anal plug thrust in and out, in and out. It was torture not to match its rhythm, but she willed herself to be still. Fingers slid into her slick opening and began to fuck her. They stroked her g-spot until a blissful pressure built. She fisted her hands in her bonds and internalized this pleasure.
A tongue flit out over her clit and she almost gasped loudly. One of the doms had crawled beneath her to tease her sex, while the other fucked her ass and pussy. She grit her teeth and hissed air between them. The wrinkles deepened in her brow as he licked around her labia, tugged on them with his teeth. Now the ecstasy made her dizzy. Her head swirled from the flood of endorphins brought by this euphoria.
When he ground his tongue into her clit, sending shockwaves through her groin, she cried out, unable to stop herself and wanting the punishment that would increase the pleasure.
Their touches ceased and the straps came down hard. Once, twice, three times. She lost count as she took the spanking and ached for them to tease and caress her again. Her ass burned as their hands and tongued returned to probe, caress, fuck.
“Please,” she begged. “Please put your cock inside me, sir.”
“Do you think you deserve it?” one of the doms growled. “Have you been good enough, mistress?”
“Yes, please.” She wiggled her ass while he still fucked it with the plug, wanting to be bold. She’d gladly suffer any consequences. “Fuck me now, please, sir.”
The anal plug still pumped in and out of her as he slid his thick cock deep inside of her. She sighed and moaned, but no slaps rained down on her. Without speaking, they’d given her permission to react as they all got caught up in their carnal lovemaking.
The dom beneath her continued to lap at her clit while the other thrust in and out of her. He sucked on the swollen bead of flesh, quickly flicking his tongue over it until she bucked into his face. Her rhythm soon matched theirs as her hips swung back and forth to take all the pleasure they had to give.
Sweat beaded her flesh. It slickened the hands grasping her ass. They became a symphony of moans and groans as they copulated. With an intense shudder, she came hard. Juices ran down her thighs from the intensity of her orgasm. The dom inside her finished soon after, driving his cock deep. It twitched in her pussy once, twice, as he spilled his seed within her womb.
***
Fiona grabbed Nash’s arm as she entered the hall leading to Thomas’ office. “Daniel called yesterday.” She beamed at him. “I’m reinstated.”
“That’s wonderful!” He hugged her tight and it felt great to be in his arms again. “He say anything about Murphy?”
Her lips twisted in a smirk. “Apparently Murphy’s gone missing. Something about selling his house and flying to Brazil. You wouldn’t have had anything to do with that, would you?”
They walked arm in arm down the hall, and she caught his lopsided grin as they did so. “What makes you ask that?”
Fiona laughed. She hadn’t been this lighthearted in so long and it felt good. Like a massive weight had been taken from her chest and she could breathe easily again. “I got a check from Mr. Murphy, too. He returned every cent. So once I deposit that, looks like I’ll be going apartment hunting.”
Nash stopped her before they reached Thomas’ door. His face grew somber. “So I guess you’ll be leaving the club.”
She shook her head. “I’m going back to Strength Inc. on a part time basis. I’ll just be repping Alves and Mako. This place means a lot to me. I’m staying.” She went on tiptoe and brushed a quick kiss over his lips. “My favorite men are here.”
He gripped her arms and looked deep into her eyes. “Does this mean you’ll give me a second chance?”
Sighing, she freed one of her hands and reached up to stroke hair from his face. “I’ll tell you what I told Eli. I love you both. I want to be with both of you. That’s a lot to ask, I know.” She paused long enough to let her words soak in. “And I want things on equal terms, so it would be an open relationship. I don’t own you guys. If you want to sleep with other people—”
“No.” He wrapped her in a strong hug. “I only want you.”
“But that seems unfair to you.”
He pulled back and stared into her eyes. “It’s on my terms. So that’s equal. If I have to share you to be with you, I’ll do it.”
“That’s what Eli said, too.” She marveled at these amazing men she was lucky enough to love. “Thank you, Nash, but the offer still stands. You and Eli have that right, if you ever want it.” Then she stepped back from him. “I don’t know what the future holds, but I’m glad you came back into my life.”
He took her hand as they began walking again. “So am I.”
“Have you thought about getting into representing fighters?” she said, as they drew closer to the office. “You’d be great at it. I could hook you up with some clients.”
Sadness passed over Nash’s face. She knew it stung that he would never fight again.
“Just because you can’t get in the ring doesn’t mean you can’t still be a part of Strength Inc., sweetie.” She wrapped an arm about his waist. “Think about it. It would be good for you to get back inside. A lot of folks miss you. You could rep part-time, like me.”
He nodded. “I’ll think about it.”
Thomas’ office door swung open and the proprietor of the club poked his head out. “Get in here, you two!” He held up a bottle of champagne. “Me and Eli are waiting to uncork this bad boy. We got some celebrating to do.”
***
They clinked their glasses together after Nash poured the champagne.
“Congratulations, Nash, on becoming The Beast’s new rep.” Fiona held her glass up toward him, then turned to Eli. “And congratulations Eli on becoming Thomas’ new partner. Really proud of you guys.”
“Hey, congrats to you, too,” Eli said. “New apartment, back at Strength Inc. You got it all back together, hon.”
“Things are working out for us,” Nash said before he took a sip.
Fiona put one hand atop Nash’s and one on Eli’s. “Thank you for everything. It means a lot to me.”
Over the past couple months, their relationship had grown stronger, and the men had arrived at a tentative peace. She never thought Eli and Nash could share her affection, but they had done so without killing one another. Their efforts proved their love for her was deep, and she returned that love in kind.
“You’re welcome.” Eli brushed fingers over her knuckles and stared into her eyes. “Now, Nash, I think it’s time for part two of this celebration. Don’t you?”
Nash grinned. “It is.”
Fiona cast a puzzled glance between them, though a fluttering low in her belly indicated she knew what this was about. “Part two?”
“We’ll move the party to the bedroom,” Nash said, showing wide, white teeth in a vulpine smile. “Tonight, you get to dominate us. We’re at your mercy, mistress.”
“I like the sound of that.” Fiona drained her champagne glass and stood. “Let’s go, boys.”
She led them to the bedroom, since they were still in the process of setting up her new dungeon. Most of her BDSM gear
and toys were stored in her walk-in closet, for now.
“Strip,” she demanded of her two lovers, and they obeyed without question. “Now lie on the bed.”
Both men sprawled out on the king sized mattress. Thank goodness it was king sized, since the pair were tall and burly. Nothing less would accommodate them and leave some room for her as well.
Fiona went to the walk-in closet and grabbed two sets of handcuffs. She returned, stripped down herself, and then climbed atop her lovers in waiting. They reached for her, tried to touch, but she slapped their hands for being naughty.
“Not yet,” she admonished. “Not until I give you permission.”
“Yes, mistress,” they said in unison.
She cuffed the two men to the railings then sat back on her knees to admire their magnificence. Her gaze roamed over their sculpted triangle torsos, over the curves and bulges of their biceps, the corded muscles in their necks, the tightness of their abs. Heat flooded her lower belly as she focused on their thick, erect cocks jutting up from nests of dark and golden pubic hair and slapping against their lower stomachs. They were her gorgeous gods carved from marble. They were her everything, and the two men made her feel complete.
She touched them, stroked their sleek muscles, teased their cocks by running her thumb beneath the thick ridge, pumping her hands up and down their shafts, tweaking their balls. When both moaned, she scolded them and slapped their thighs in punishment. Then she returned to the closet for more toys and torture devices.
Once back on the bed, she told them, “I’m going to bind your cocks.” First she slipped rings down to the base of their shafts to keep them from coming. “Torture them until you can’t stand it anymore. Then I’ll let you go and allow you to fuck me.”
“Yes, mistress,” one of them ground out between clenched teeth.
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