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 you 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?”
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d 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.
She selected red rope for one, blue for the other. Deftly, her hands formed knots around their steely shafts, under the ridge of their thick glans. She demanded they lift their asses and she formed loops around their thighs that pressed into their balls and made them hiss from the friction and pressure. This earned them slaps for once more reacting without her permission.
After their penises were tied up, she pinched their nipples with vibrating nipple clamps that she turned up to full speed. The men stared at her with glazed eyes as they bucked and thrashed in their tethers. She smiled, catlike, enjoying their torment. Her pussy grew wetter and throbbed from the titillation.
She tongued the heads of their cocks, torturing them further with light flicks that explore beneath the ridges, pressing the hemp fiber into this sensitive flesh, abrading it until they had to hold back groans with gritted teeth. She lapped pre-cum from their holes then pulled her mouth away, denying them the sweet, tight wetness of her mouth. Chains clanked as they thrashed against the cuffs that held them back.
Her head dipped between their legs and she teased their scrotum, alternating between her two lovers and enjoying the way their thighs tensed as she nipped at the thin flesh covering these sacs. Her teeth pulled the flesh away and she shook it. Their bodies went rigid from this exquisite torment.
Finally she gave them a taste of what they wanted, wrapping her lips around one cock and then the other. She deep throated their girth, tracing the patterns in the rope with her tongue as she slid her mouth up and down their shafts. One of her subs moaned and she slapped his taut belly as punishment.
She straddled each lover, rubbed his glans over her wet pussy, ground the head into her swollen clit. The rope grazed over this nub of flesh and made her close her eyes and sigh as pleasure zipped through her. When her submissives groaned with her, she didn�
��t discipline them this time.
“Do you want to fuck me?” she whispered to them both. “Is this driving you crazy?”
“Yes, please, mistress,” they said. “Please let us fuck you.”
“Beg harder.”
They answered her command, pleading to be inside of her. Finally she too could take it no longer. She needed their hands on her skin, needed their cocks inside of her. Swiftly, she moved to the headboard, snatched the keys off the nightstand, and freed them from the cuffs. She helped them remove the ropes and cock rings. Then she gave them permission to do what they would with her.
Slick, sweat dampened skin glided over hers as they gathered close to her. One spooned her from behind while the other cupped her face and claimed her lips in a rough kiss that left her breathless. His hand skimmed down her side, over her hip. He squeezed the flesh there while she grasped his bicep and held on, letting desire take her over.
The one behind parted her legs and the one in front stroked her stomach. Her pussy throbbed harder the nearer his fingers moved. Warm gel was applied to her anus and the one behind worked her perineum, worked his lubed fingers in and out of her rectum, widening her for entry. The dom in front kissed his way down her neck while his touch found her clit, making her writhe and gasp from the pleasure overload. He ground this bead of flesh between his fingers, making sensation spike through her body. Her limbs trembled.
A thick cock nudged its way into her asshole. She let her muscles relax so she could take him. In front, fingers parted her labia, teased her pulsing hole, then slipped inside. He rubbed her clitoris with his thumb as his touch curled and stroked her g-spot.
She groaned and whimpered, wriggling between them to get closer to their hands, closer to the pleasure they freely gave. The penis in her anus thrust shallow, gently. Her g-spot received a massage front to back, and she closed her eyes as a fog of ecstasy overtook her.
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