Hands behind my head, I watched curiously as he set the four balls on the arm of the chair. Pleasure stirred in me as he cupped my breasts and started playing with my nipples.
“Get them good and sore. They'll be taking a beating tonight before she sleeps,” Chief commented as he sat on the sofa. “Never seen a set of tits I wanted to play with as much. So responsive.”
Max hummed his approval as he started sucking on my nipple. He scraped teeth along the sensitive bud, then bit enough to make me cry out. Ray and Chief both chuckled when I squirmed to get away and Max swatted me.
“You just earned an extra five strokes across the tits, slave. You stay in place and take what he does,” Chief said. “I'm thinking she's going to test the rules. That cell you two helped me build's going to come in handy.”
“Oh yeah? You think she'll do good with full-time?”
“She slept like a rock on the slave pad,” he replied. “Though I doubt she'll spend every night down there. I like a warm little slave next to me at night.”
My heart beat wildly at the idea. I could have both. Max punished my nipple harder.
“Keep your eyes open, Harm. Watch him. Know there's nothing you can do to stop him. He gets to do whatever he wants,” Ray taunted.
I had a safe word. We all knew it. I wouldn't use it. Not for this. Anticipation pulsated in me as I looked down into Max's eyes. He licked my abused nipple, then clamped his teeth around it again until I cried out again. I stayed in place this time.
By the time he finished with the first nipple and moved to the next, my entire body was anticipating what he'd do. The tiny bud was so hard and achy it rippled sensation through me. A few moments later, I was thrusting my naked self against Max and wishing he'd get me off or let me up.
“Now you're nice and ready for your present,” Max commented dryly as he reached for the four balls. Magnetic. He tugged them apart with a sadistic grin I felt clear to my toes.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Part of me wanted to run and hide. That part was outnumbered though. My inner slut kept me in place as he slammed the first set of magnetic balls in place on my nipple. Then the other. My eyes watered as I cried out. Ripping them off would be easy. But I never went for the easy route and I wanted to please these men. I craved the pain they gave me, the intense pleasure I received in return.
“What do you say, slave?” Chief pushed.
“Thank you for the gift, Sirs.”
“You are very welcome.” Max swatted my ass.
Remembering the first order I'd been given, I settled over his lap, ass up. “Would you please spank me, Sir? Master wants my ass to match my collar.”
“Smart man.”
I yelped as Max landed five quick strokes to my ass cheeks. Hand at my lower back to keep me in place, his hand wandered, massaging the bruised flesh afterward.
“Nice plug,” he commented.
“I thought so,” Chief replied.
I jolted as the plug awoke. Vibrated. A groan escaped me. Max chuckled and ran fingers on the insides of my thighs. I spread my legs a bit wider to accommodate the welcomed touch.
“So wet and responsive,” he mumbled.
“Harmony's a natural full-time. I haven't played with one in so long it's a treat,” Chief replied.
“Indeed,” Ray commented.
“Come for us, slave,” Max ordered. Fingers worked my pussy, my clit. Damn the bastard was proficient, holding me down and working my body with practiced ease. The anal vibrator increased the tendrils of arousal already growing within me. I came hard and fast, my screams echoed through the room.
I returned to a semblance of awareness as Chief and Max rubbed cream on my ass and thighs. I sighed my approval, enjoying their hands massaging my weary body. Ray and I latched gazes. The warmth in his smile melted some of the guilt in me.
“Come on, slave. They brought dinner. Let's eat.” Chief stood and took my leash.
My heartbeat returned to the quickened pace it always had around him. I got on all fours and crawled alongside him. The anal vibrator wasn't inside me any longer. When had they taken it out? How long had I been out of it?
Chief motioned toward a large pillow on the floor near the head of the table. I knelt on it with my head down and waited. The three men made small talk as they retrieved plates and set them on the table. Three plates.
My stomach growled, but I made no comment when they sat down and started doling out food. Kung Pao chicken, my absolute fave. It wafted in my nostrils, a wicked tease. This was a test. Though I realized it, I wanted to sit beside them and chow down.
No.
What did I really want?
What did I really need?
My mind rustled with the questions as the men finished passing out the food and dug in. I wanted to please them. Chief.
Master.
“Open up, pet,” he whispered.
I looked up and my stomach did a few somersaults as I saw the chopsticks he held out. I opened and savored the Kung Pao chicken he fed me. Fried rice followed, with lots of soy sauce.
“Thank you, Master.”
“You are very welcome, slave.”
He continued talking and eating. Ray fed me egg roll. Chief continued doling out Kung Pao chicken and rice. He held a drink down for me to sip from. So did Ray. By the time they'd eaten, I was stuffed.
I didn't like kneeling at the table much. It was a bit too weird for me. Ray and Chief both stroked my hair, my back. Massaged my shoulders.
“Come, pet. Time for your dessert.” Chief pulled on my leash and guided me into the living room.
I settled on my knees before Ray's spread legs. He studied me with an intensity I couldn't explain. “How do your nipples feel, slave?”
They hurt like hell at first, but I'd either ignored the pain or it'd gone away. Before I could reply, he reached down and yanked one of the magnets from my right breast. I yelped as pain spread through the area. The sensation burned through my entire breast and fanned outward.
“Very nice. She can definitely handle the other ones,” he replied.
The other ones? Oh, right. The big ones. They probably hurt more. My pulse quickened as I eyed the box.
“You're getting distracted, slave,” Chief commented.
“May I please suck your cock, Sir?” I asked Ray.
“You may,” he replied.
I undid his jeans and he helped me bring them down enough to expose his hard cock. He reached down and removed the other set of clamps from my nipple. Tears escaped my eyes. He rubbed them away with a smile.
“You're beautiful, Harm. Never let anyone tell you otherwise.” He leaned back and motioned toward the thick cock waiting for me. “Get to work, slave.”
Sucking Ray's cock while Max and Chief watched felt different this time around. More intimate somehow. I couldn't figure out how I'd landed out lucky enough to have the three men here with me, all willing to make whatever this was work. I wondered how long it'd last, though. I doubted things like this lasted very long. They'd get bored. Find someone prettier. Less screwed up.
Ray worked my head, guiding me at the pace he wanted. Max nudged my legs open and yanked me back enough so my ass was in the air. I moaned against the cock buried balls deep in my mouth. Wet fingers worked at my asshole.
“She's my cum dump, no one else's,” Chief replied from across the room. “Except the mouth, of course. Girl loves giving head and swallowing.”
“Fair enough,” Max commented.
I moaned as he filled my ass in one confident, smooth stroke. I sucked Ray harder as Max started fucking my ass so hard and fast every other breath escaped my lungs. He worked my clit and pussy, using his fingers to make me cry out against Ray's cock.
“No teeth when you come, slave. It'll make me angry. You don't want that,” Ray threatened as he shoved himself deeper into my mouth. I kept eye contact, loving the raw, carnal look on his face as he made me take him.
Chief was right. I loved, loved, lov
ed giving head, especially for the three men in the room. And Fist. And Clutch. Oh, and Dawg. Okay, I loved giving head and the list of receivers was long. What can I say? I'm a slut and finally proud of it.
No. Not a slut. Young and adventurous.
I swallowed Ray's release and cried out as Max rubbed my clit. I ground my teeth together and pumped my hips, rotating myself backward onto the cock taking me. He growled and pinned me to him as he came seconds after I surrendered to my own orgasm.
Hair sweaty and clinging to my face, I let Max carry me over to the sofa where Chief was. He plopped me on the man's lap with a chuckle. “She's always like jello after.”
“One of the many things to love about her,” Chief commented.
To love.
My belly fluttered as I let the two words float around in the nether regions of my heart. He didn't say he loved me. It was one of the many things to love about me. I lay there against him as Max sat near my feet. Ray settled on the other side of Chief. The sofa was really big, a sectional.
A moan escaped me as Max started rubbing my feet. I tried pulling them away.
“What are you doing, Harmony?” he asked.
“No one's ever done that before.” It wasn't a revelation, but it was a peek into a part of me I'd always guarded.
“But you've had massages before, right?” Ray asked. “At Ricardo's?”
“Not exactly,” I admitted. “I always got out of it, asked for a pedicure instead or something.”
“Why?” Chief asked.
I shrugged, not sure whether I could voice what I barely understood myself. They wouldn't understand. Hell, I didn't even fully get it myself. Jolie never seemed to notice.
“Why?” he repeated.
“I found it stressful, okay? Lying there, letting someone touch me and rub my worries away stressed me out. Okay, I didn't ever really try. But just thinking about it got me all nervous and jittery and...”
“Settle,” Max growled as he grabbed my foot. “You don't like others taking care of you because you've never had that.”
God, they did understand, even better than me. I felt bad about sharing parts of my life with Mom I didn't ever intend to show anyone. She was gone. I should only remember the good. But the things I'd silently handled oozed out of me like a toxin the guys somehow purged.
“Remember what I said earlier, slave. You give this all to me. Let it go.”
I relaxed against him and closed my eyes as Max started massaging my feet again.
“Let's move this to the other room. I'm thinking we need to take turns massaging our little Harmony here until she's comfortable with it,” Chief commented. “You guys in?”
“Yeah, we're in.” Ray's voice settled in the quiet room as Chief lifted me up.
I wasn't sure what to think about three Dominant men spending time massaging me. I was the slave. I was supposed to serve them, not the other way around. Too confused to express my thoughts, I clung to Chief and went with it. I'd sort out my head later.
Chapter Five
“Are you sure we can't go back to your place, do this another day?”
Chief's SUV ate up the road between us and the Grove. I rubbed my arms and stared at the world passing us by. Each mile raised the tension building in me.
I'd woken with a blissful soreness of the well fucked. Ray and Chief stayed late into the night. They massaged me. Then fucked me so slow and sweet I thought I'd died. Only Heaven could feel that good.
Then I'd massaged them and things spiraled into sublime. By the time they left I was a spineless heap of woman so well used I didn't care about anything, most especially the things awaiting me in the Grove.
But that was last night. Okay, earlier this morning. The mid-afternoon sun now battered my window as we drove slowly into town.
“At least drop me off at my place. I can walk from there.”
“Not dropping you off, Harmony. We discussed this.”
“Then can we discuss it again?” My voice raised a full octave from the fear clawing my throat. “If they see you with me, they'll never leave you alone. I don't want you risking your job, not any more than you already have. I'm not worth it.”
The vehicle slammed to a halt. Chief's jaw twitched. What the hell?
Shit. Shit. Shit.
My pulse quickened, but not in a good way. I chewed my lower lip as he pulled the vehicle over to the shoulder and threw it into park. I waited.
“I need you to listen real close, Harmony. I'm a patient man, but I won't allow you to put yourself down like that. Ever. I'll let you off this time.” He gripped the steering wheel so tight his knuckles whitened. His voice was low, so low I could barely hear him over the loud, idling engine.
“You know what I meant, Chief.”
“Yeah, Harmony, I knew what you meant. You don't think you're worth me risking my job over. Right?”
“Exactly. You're too important.”
“And you're not?” he asked.
“Well, no.” I blinked. Was he stupid? He was a cop. The Chief of Police. He was loads more valuable. He mattered. “People need you.”
“And what about you?”
“What about me?”
“You don't think they need you. That you aren't important.” He drummed his hands on the steering wheel. His gaze swept the rear-view mirror.
My stomach did an awkward somersault because even though my mouth knew the answer perched on its tongue, my brain blurted a warning to keep quiet.
“Mom raised us alone. Dad was a waste of space drunk, checked out by eating a bullet when I was eleven. He'd lost his job, didn't want to bother with finding another.” His gaze settled on me, but he didn't blink, like he'd focused on another time entirely. I reached for him, settling my hand on his arm.
“He was a mean drunk. Not physically, but he punched harder with his words. Nothing we did was good enough, especially Mom. He cut her into a million pieces every night, all day. A constant battering I didn't understand wasn't normal until the damage was done. To her. To me.”
“Tony,” I whispered.
“She was a mess when he died, blamed herself for not being a good enough woman to keep her man happy when life knocked him down.”
“Tony.”
“She took a bottle of pills the night I graduated high school. I buried her three days before I headed for the service. That's where I learned what kind of man I really was, that I mattered and could make a difference. Dad was wrong. I wasn't a waste of space.” His gaze settled on me. “Hearing those words from you cuts deep, Harm. I know what kind of blows it takes for those thoughts to settle in your brain and become a reflex, a response so quick you don't even think.”
“No. You're wrong. I was just being stupid. I'm sorry,” I whispered.
“There it is again.” He banged the steering wheel. “Jesus, I never paid attention. I was so busy dodging your mom and scraping off the brief time we were together, I never saw the signs. Heard your words and what they meant.”
My gut clenched. I severed contact with him and wrapped my arms around myself. Gaze averted to the outside, I silently begged for the conversation to end. This was another part I buried, a piece of me I wouldn't ever share with anyone. Yet he tugged at the cord holding it in, daring the truth to spill out.
Mom had issues. Everyone knew that. “She got mean sometimes, when things were going real bad. I made things hard on her, having a kid meant extra expenses.”
“That wasn't your problem,” he said.
“I know.”
“You say the words, but you sure as fuck don't believe them, not yet.” Chief grabbed my face and dragged me toward him. His lips grazed mine. “You'll learn what you mean to me, Ray. Max. Fist. Dawg. Jolie. The list goes on and on, Harmony. You matter. You are important to a lot of people, especially me. Don't ever let anyone tell you differently.”
I nodded. I didn't want to bring the ugly from his life back into his mind. He'd been through enough. “I'm sorry about your mom, Chief.”
“I was Tony earlier. How do you decide which I am?” he asked.
“You're Tony when you're sweet and sharing stuff, like your life growing up and stuff that makes you human. You're Chief when you're in charge and handling problems. Like Superman and Clark Kent.” I smiled. Heat coursed up my face as I heard the stupidity. I just called him a superhero. Who did that shit? Oh well. Might as well go for the gold medal in embarrassing admissions. “And you're Master when you rock my world, like only a god could do. Like Thor.”
He claimed my mouth in a molten kiss. The inferno blazing between us spread. I straddled him, hungrily yanking his shirt from his pants so I could touch his skin.
Chief lifted my dress to my waist and ripped my panties off in one yank. He ran a finger across my wet slit. “You too sore to take me?”
“Never,” I whispered against his throat as I kissed him there. Emboldened by the growl rumbling from him, I nibbled on his earlobe. “Fuck me, Tony.”
I held my breath, hoping he understood the request, the way I used his name. Right now, he wasn't Chief or Master to me. He was the man beneath, the Clark Kent I'd yet to meet until so recently, I'd never noticed the depths and many layers before. More waited for me to unmask, and I couldn't wait.
I undid his belt and unzipped his jeans. I moaned my gratitude to find his hard length waiting for me. He lifted his hips and I pushed them down enough to guide him against my entrance. I slid down on him as our mouths collided.
This time we weren't master and slave, but man and woman. Our breath mingled as I met his gaze and road him slow, then hard and fast. A thousand years, a million times and I'd never get tired of having him buried in me.
“Come in me, Tony. I need you, I'll always need you.”
“Jesus, Harmony,” he whispered against my lips. “You fucking destroy me, woman.”
I held off my release as long as I could, unwilling to end the roadside chat that'd somehow become more intense. Using brain power to mull it over would have to wait until after I handled the bullshit in town.
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