“Stand up, pet,” Roman ordered as he opened the three beers. He handed one to Daria and then one to Gage before taking the third for himself. Then he pointed to the foyer where three folding chairs sat in a triangle. “We’re going in there for this.”
Once they settled, Daria did not know what to say. Apparently neither did Gage or Roman. Instead of talking, they drank their beers and tried not to look at one another.
Roman did not speak until he finished his beer. After he set the empty can on the floor under his chair, he relaxed back in his chair, crossed his arms, and looked at Gage.
“We are a family.” He glanced at Daria, and she read power and control in his dark eyes. “We may be unconventional, but we are a family. And while other families may have problems and misunderstandings, I will not allow that in my family.”
Daria nodded her agreement as she sipped at her beer. Glancing at Gage, she found him leaning forward with his elbows resting on his thighs, staring hard at the floor.
“Look at me, pet,” Roman demanded.
Without a word, Gage lifted his head and met the other man’s gaze.
“I’m sorry you felt slighted this morning. You should have said something earlier instead of letting these feelings fester.”
Gage nodded. “I’m sorry.”
“Forgiven, but don’t let it happen again. Now I do hope that Daria helped you relax in the shower?”
Gage smiled as he remembered. “Yes, she did.”
Daria’s cheeks burned as both men turned to look at her. “And you, baby girl, are not going anywhere. I know you received several offers today, but we want you here. You are where you belong. Do you have any problem with that?”
Daria swallowed and looked from Roman to Gage then back again. “I don’t want to come between you. I don’t want to cause problems, and obviously I already have.”
“No, angel, it’s my fault. I should have known that Roman had your comfort in mind,” Gage said.
“Enough regrets and self-blaming. I’m thinking it’s time to retire to the bedroom and see if three really are better than two when it comes to loving,” Roman said with a smile and more than a hint of dominance in his voice. “Does that sound okay to you two?”
“Yes, Master,” Gage agreed immediately then drank down the rest of his beer.
Daria nodded and finished hers as well. Her pussy dampened, her nipples beaded, and all she could think of was being skin to skin with both men at the same time.
Roman nodded and stood. “Then let’s get things locked up so we can go upstairs and play. And, pet, you will be receiving five strokes for your stubbornness in telling me what was bothering you.”
“Yes, Master.” Gage nodded as he stood.
Daria carried the beer cans to the back door and tossed them in the recycling bin before locking that door and returning to the men. By the time she returned to the foyer, the men had stowed the chairs away and all the lights were out except the one in the foyer.
“Upstairs and naked now,” Roman said, patting her ass to hurry her along.
“Yes, Roman.” She giggled as she ran up the stairs with two big, horny men following close behind.
As she crossed the landing, Daria pulled her T-shirt over her head then reached for the closure of her bra. By the time she reached the bedroom, she was topless. In less than a minute, she dropped her shoes and jeans as well. She turned and found both men equally bare, and each sported an impressive erection.
“Mmmm, yum,” she said, crossing to them and running a hand down each muscular chest.
Roman grabbed both her wrists and lifted them with a stern look. “Sorry, baby girl, but pet and I have business to take care of before we can play with you.”
He leaned forward and brushed a kiss on her lips before turning his attention to Gage. “Get the belt, slave.”
Gage dropped his gaze to the floor. “Yes, Master.”
“Baby girl, I want you to go sit up there with your legs spread wide and give Gage something pretty to look at.” Roman pointed at the head of the bed.
“Yes, Master,” Daria said.
By the time she moved into position, Gage was back with the belt. He knelt on the floor before Roman and held the belt up with both hands, offering it to his Master.
“On the bed, ass at the edge,” Roman said, his voice deep and dark.
Gage positioned himself without a word.
“Arms over your head,” Roman ordered. This brought Gage’s fingers only inches from Daria’s wide-spread legs. “Baby girl, slide down so that Gage can play with your pretty bits, but don’t come.”
Without a word, Daria repositioned herself and sighed as Gage slid two fingers of one hand into her pussy while fingers from his other hand traced random patterns on the lips surrounding her clit. He began to slowly fuck his fingers in and out, twisting them side to side as he did.
Daria watched as Roman raised the belt and brought it down on Gage’s ass. Her mind drifted from the punishment as Gage added a third finger. She gasped when his thumb brushed over her puffy clit. When Roman stopped, she was impressed that Gage had not made a sound during the entire time. She knew she would never be able to take such punishment without crying from the first stroke.
Gage pulled his fingers away, but before she could whine her displeasure, he grabbed her legs and pulled her halfway down the bed. After kissing her belly several times, he winked at her before standing and kneeling before Roman again.
* * * *
“Thank you, Master.”
“This will not happen again, will it?”
“No, Master. Please forgive me for not trusting your love.”
“Forgiven. Now put the belt away and get the condoms.”
“Yes, Master,” Gage said, accepting the belt and rising from the floor.
Once the punishment belt was back hanging on its hook in the closet, Gage paused a moment. Running one hand over his ass, he hissed at the slight burn still there. Roman had not put full strength behind the strokes, but he still left a hell of an impression. Gage knew he deserved more pain for questioning their relationship and his place in Roman’s life.
His cock was hard and drooling, the bite of pain from his ass adding to his arousal. He wondered how much longer he would be able to control himself without coming all over the room. Roman liked pushing his limits and teasing him until he begged for relief, sometimes making him hold his release for an hour or more. Right now he was not sure he would be able to last five minutes. Hopefully, tonight’s goal would be to drive Daria out of her mind with arousal instead of him.
“Gage? Are you okay in there?” Daria called. Her voice sounded tight, like she already teetered on an edge of her own.
“I’m good,” Gage said.
He returned to the bedroom and could not help but grin at the sight that met him. Daria knelt on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed looking at him. Master was snuggled up belly to ass behind her, holding himself deep inside her. Daria looked at him with a hungry, needy expression, and Gage’s already hard cock jumped in response as his heart filled once again with love at the knowledge that they had waited for him.
“Where do you want me, Master?” Gage asked. He did not want to assume anything, but he would love to feel Daria’s mouth wrapped around him.
“Where do you want him, Daria?”
* * * *
“I want to suck his cock,” Daria panted as she tried to move on Roman.
“You heard the lady, slave. Get your ass over here,” Roman said as he began to ease back, making Daria’s breathing catch.
As Gage approached the bed, Daria opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue in anticipation. She could not wait to have both pussy and mouth filled with man meat. Though still new to sex, she had already decided she liked sex with two men but could not imagine herself doing this with anyone else but Roman and Gage.
As soon as Gage was within range, Daria raised one hand and wrapped it around the base of his cock. She pul
led at him until she could almost lick the cum-slicked head.
She yelped when Roman smacked her right ass cheek. “Both hands on the bed, wench. Use only that talented mouth to bring slave off.”
“Yes, Master,” she replied as she released Gage and returned her hand to the mattress.
She smiled when Gage took the last shuffling step forward. With a grin she swiped her tongue across his slit. He hissed, and his hips canted forward, pushing his cock deeper between her parted lips. She closed her lips around the head of his cock with a happy smile.
“Mmmm,” she breathed as the taste of his fluids crossed her tongue.
“Slave, I was wondering if you would be interested in having Daria top you sometime in the future?” Roman asked as he began a slow but steady in-and-out movement.
He held her hips steady so she could not move. With him filling her pussy and Gage slowly easing more and more of his thick length into her mouth, Daria was a happy woman.
“I think I’d like that, Master, if that is what she would like.”
Daria tilted her head back to look into his hopeful gaze. She nodded her head as Roman’s hips began to pick up speed as he thrust into her hot, wet, hungry pussy.
“Very much,” she then said around his cock. His hands slid through her hair to cup the back of her head as his hips began to shift in counterpoint to her movements.
“Okay then,” Roman said as his breathing grew harsh as he pistoned harder and faster into her. “Glad that’s settled. Now, my loves, who is going to come with me to paradise?”
Gage groaned as Daria sucked him harder and deeper. Pleasing two men was distracting her so much that she was not sure she could join them. That was until Roman reached around her hip and swirled two fingers through the juices that coated her clit. He then eased them through her puckered star. As he filled her ass, her brain frizzled and the orgasm that seemed so distant suddenly slammed over her, contracting every muscle in her body.
Roman thrust his cock in her several more times before holding himself as far in her pussy as he could. As her muscles clenched, she tried to keep from hurting Gage as she sucked harder and harder but was not sure she succeeded when he howled and filled her mouth with his own man juice.
Daria fought to stay in position so she did not hurt Gage as she sucked and cleaned his cock. When her orgasm retreated, it took all her strength with it. She had to release Gage as her arms gave out and she melted to the mattress in a puddle.
She sighed as Roman pulled his fingers from her ass and his cock from her core. He climbed off the bed, but she did not have the strength to lift her head to watch him walk away.
When Gage lifted her from the bed and laid her down in the center of the mattress with her head on the pillows, she stiffened but had no energy to fight him. He then crawled in and cuddled her close with her head on his shoulder as he whispered praises and planted kisses all over her face.
A moment later, Roman joined them. “Go to sleep now, loves. We’ve got long days ahead of us before things settle down again.”
Turning her head, she watched Roman lean over her to kiss Gage. Then he kissed her as well before settling down behind her. Daria listened as both men’s breathing settled into the slow rhythm of sleep. She closed her eyes, but remained wide-awake for a long time, a lifetime of guilt keeping sleep at bay.
Chapter 10
“Are you sure you’re going to be all right?” Roman asked two mornings later as he and Gage prepared to head to the fire station for work. It was well before dawn, but their shift started at seven and went for twenty-four hours.
Roman had called in the evening before to ask for time off, but two others had already called in sick with the flu, so their presence was required.
“I’ll be fine,” Daria said for what had to be the hundredth time. “I’ve got a meeting with the insurance adjuster this morning, and the funeral home left a message, so I’ll deal with that as well. Plus I still have to buy a proper outfit for Mrs. Stone’s funeral.”
After sleeping late the day before and then having an extended round of good morning sex, they’d spent the day in Jacksonville shopping for Daria’s new wardrobe. She now owned more clothes than she ever had in her life, and most were sexier and more feminine than she normally wore.
But none of the stores they’d visited had a simple black dress that she and Roman could agree on. He chose dresses that in her opinion were too short, too tight, or too sexy to be worn at a funeral. He called her choices frumpish, baggy, and old-lady-like. Gage refused to offer any opinion.
Daria hoped that by shopping without the men she would be able to find something appropriate that both she and Roman could live with.
“All right, but I want you to buy something that shows off that sexy body and is above the knees, understand?” Roman demanded in his Master tone.
“Yes, my liege. I’ll try to remember,” she snarked.
She squeaked when he smacked her left ass cheek. “If I don’t like the dress you buy, it’s going back and you’re getting a spanking, so choose wisely, baby girl.”
Said in his Master tone, she knew it was a promise and not just a threat. Only after she nodded her understanding did he lower his head and kiss her breathless. When he stepped back, the front of his uniform pants showed a distinctive bulge of arousal.
“I’ll remember.”
Once Roman stepped away, she turned to find Gage moving in. He hugged her tight and dropped his head close to her ear. “Don’t hesitate to call or come by the house if you need to. Don’t forget to take your cell phone with you and answer it when it rings.”
She returned his hug and another breath-stealing kiss. When he released her and stepped back, she found herself wobbly. “Why don’t you take some of this food with you? There’s no way we’re going to be able to eat it all.”
Roman shook his head. “Bring two or three hot casseroles and a couple of those salads for dinner just before five. If we’re out on a call, leave them with Tessa in the office and we’ll eat them when we get back.”
“Will do,” she said as her men picked up duffle bags and briefcases before heading out the back door. Once they were gone she turned to the empty kitchen and said on a yawn, “But for now I’m going back to bed.”
* * * *
Three hours later, Daria had just stepped out of the shower when her phone rang. She thought about letting it go to voice mail, and then Gage’s words came back to her about answering it at all times.
“Hello?”
“Miss Tate? This is William Birch. I’m the adjuster at Langston Insurance Agency. I’m not calling too early, am I?”
Daria clamped the phone between her shoulder and ear as she wrapped a bath sheet around her body. “No, this is fine, Mr. Birch. What’s up?”
“I know our appointment is in about an hour, but I was wondering if we could meet in two hours at the property instead of the office. I’m in Oriental heading into a meeting right now and won’t be back in town before then.”
“Oh, um, well, sure, no problem,” Daria said as her heart began to pound, and she instantly wished one or the other of her men were home to go with her to this meeting.
Roman refused to take her by the day before, though he never did say why. She figured it was because he did not want her to see the destruction in the daylight, but he was at work and she needed to see what was left. “All right then, I’ll see you there in two hours,” Mr. Birch said before hanging up.
Daria disconnected the phone then quickly dried off and dressed. Though it felt strange to pull on her jeans without panties, she kept in mind Roman’s rules of the household. Once she’d finished getting ready for the day, she wandered through the house trying to find something to occupy her mind until it was time to leave for her meeting.
The house was clean and tidy, the bed made, the laundry done and put away. There was nothing for her to do except sit and wait. Pacing the house, she wandered into the kitchen, looking through the refrigerator and
cupboards. Both were fully stocked, so she did not even need to make a run to the store.
Walking through the house once more, she decided there was no way she could be here by herself. The house smelled like Roman and Gage, and all she wanted was for one or the other of them to walk through the door, hug her tight, and assure her that she would find her footing again.
“This is ridiculous,” she said to herself as she gathered the papers for the adjuster as well as the file for the funeral home and packed them in her messenger bag along with a can of Pepsi and a small bag of oatmeal cookies one of Mrs. Stone’s neighbors had dropped by.
Picking up her keys, she flipped through them and found a new one on the ring. Going to the front door, Daria opened the door and found the key fit the lock perfectly. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out her phone and texted Roman.
Thanks for the key.
Hitting send, she grabbed her bag and headed out the door, making sure it was locked once she was out on the front porch. She drove to “her” park. After parking, she walked to the railing by the water and just stood and stared out across the river. She tried to keep her thoughts on what needed to be done and not the questions that haunted her about what she was going to do next and whether or not she really would fit into Roman’s little family.
The longer she sat there, the more sadness and guilt built up in her until she felt hot tears rolling down her cheeks. Checking her watch, she found it was time to leave and meet Mr. Birch. Wiping away her tears, she pushed down the guilt and fear so she could focus on what needed to be done.
Pulling into the driveway as she had thousands of times before, Daria could not hold back the small cry of pain that escaped when she looked at the total destruction that had at one time been her home.
Climbing from the car, Daria ignored the yellow police tape and approached the house. Her mind could not process what she was seeing. This was not Mrs. Stone’s home. This pile of ash and wood could not be the house where she’d learned strength and courage and love.
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