End Zone (Game Plan Series Book 3)

by Breanna Hayse

  Merry’s glee from teasing the girl had deflated. She turned to the plugged backside that was still lifted high in the air. The crop swished sharply across the red cheeks, making Fifty whimper.

  “Don’t take your frustration out on her ass, little sister,” Elias warned before Dorian could say anything. Merry glared at him.

  “Fine. I won’t touch her ass. I’ll use my ‘beautiful’ mouth.”

  Dorian raised an eyebrow as his wife pulled a cushion foot stool to the desk and kneeled on it. His cock began to rise as she placed her head between Fifty’s legs and attached her mouth to the girl’s pussy. Fifty gasped as Merry began to lick, nibble and suck her inner thighs and plump lips. She paused to grin knowingly at him before returning to her ministrations. Merry knew his buttons, and that her actions of going down on Fifty would make him ache. Dorian tightened his jaw and fought to control his breathing.

  “She got you again, D,” Elias snickered his smile widening as he received a filthy look.

  “Dumb-ass,” Dorian mumbled under his breath as Fifty came with a loud scream.

  “How’s the dick feeling?” his brother-in-law mocked.

  “Yes, Dorian? How’s your dick feeling?” Merry asked. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his so that he could taste Fifty’s juices on his mouth. “She tasted so good. Too bad you won’t partake until she asks you. It’s quite a shame; she’s delicious.”

  Dorian growled. “You're a brat,” he whispered into her ear.

  “Yeah? What are you going to do about it?”

  “She got you there. Fifty? Clean yourself up and go back to work. Bryon? Rob? Make some time to visit the stables. You need to see the pony-girls.”

  “We’ll do that. Do you think you’ll have time to grab a round of golf?” Rob asked, standing to shake the man’s hand.

  “Just let me know. Later!” He patted Dorian’s back and then smacked his sister’s rump as he left the office.

  “Can we go out to the gardens? I need some fresh air after being locked in a room full of testosterone,” Merry requested, taking Dorian’s hand and pulling him towards the door.

  “Don’t think for a minute that she usually acts like this,” the Master grumbled. “She and Elias are pushing their boundaries today just to get a rise out of me.”

  “No worries, my friend,” Bryon said. “Welcome to our world.”

  “We also understand that this is a different situation than what you usually deal with. If we were clients, the two of them would be on their best behavior.”

  “He’s right, darling,” Merry added, swinging her husband’s arm as they walked through the high-hedges and into a private sitting area filled with tropical flowers and fountains. “We need to be in a different mind-set so that we can help this family. Cassandra isn’t one of our girls, and we have to provide an environment for her that lacks intimidation.”

  Dorian kissed her cheek and held her hand as she sat on the cushioned divan. “You still shouldn’t behave that way in front of the Maids.”

  “It allows them to see us as human and approachable. Isn’t that what you want? When they see our playing together, they love you even more. You know I’m right. Say it!”

  “You’re right. Happy?” Dorian sighed.

  “Very much, thank you. So, boys, tell me your side of what’s going on,” Merry requested. She and Dorian listened as the circumstances were explained, including the more recent events with Glenn.

  “I hope Suzanne blistered his ass,” the woman said with a growl.

  “We don’t stick our fingers in that pie.”

  “That’s wise,” Dorian said. “We need to focus on the three of you while you’re here and no one else.”

  “We will work on how to deal with the others and entwine your family without entanglement. Your situation is unique because of the circumstance.”

  “We understand that. Our frustration is not knowing what will cause Cass to flip, especially with Glenn and Krissy involved,” Rob explained. “She’s so insecure in her Big and even more when in her Little. It’s very difficult to keep her in a single mode.”

  “She and I had a very long talk and was vulnerable with her emotions with me. She’s suffered so much loss in her past and is now facing the same fears. She just developed this relationship with you two, and then accepted Suzanne into the mix. Suzanne represents the mother who she lost, and now Glenn is getting her attention.”

  “She and Glenn were also very close, and this change has strained that,” Bryon added.

  “Also, you have Krissy, who takes time from both you and Suzanne.” Merry lifted her hand. “There’s no fault in any of this. It’s part of the dynamic and can happen even in the healthiest of environments.”

  “She’s correct. We seem to constantly intervene unprovoked episodes of jealousy and fighting among our girls. It’s human nature, and it’s due to uncertainty. While there are consequences for breaking our rules, reassurance and building their confidence is more important.”

  “How did Cassandra respond to the threesome?” Merry asked. “Just be blunt.”

  “She’s been wanting to try it for a long time. Afterward, she seemed peaceful and calm. We exhausted her.”

  “It was more than exhaustion, Bryon. She regained control and felt safe. What about the guidelines she set for you? She believes you will honor them. Will you?” Merry frowned.

  “Of course. Why wouldn’t we?”

  “I’ve seen too many young Doms who forget that it’s the sub which calls the shots. We give you our submission because we believe that you will abide by our rules and requests. We trust you to think of us over yourselves. My advice is to allow Cassandra to direct your sexual interaction. You told her what Krissy wanted, and now you need to allow her the time to feel secure enough to invite Krissy’s participation.”

  “I’m dating Kristina, Merry. I think that she’s the one for me and there’s a strong probability that I’ll marry her. How do I balance the two of them when both are so insecure?”

  “We’ll work on that. Uncle Dorian and Aunt Merry will teach Cassie to accept herself and learn how to voice her needs. In the meantime, we’ll need you to follow our instructions.”

  Wrapping his arm around his wife’s shoulders, Dorian nodded in agreement. “I defer to Merry when it comes to Littles. Her instincts have always been spot on, and I trust her, particularly when she becomes so bossy.” He poked her side and received a slap on the hand.

  “I'm not bossy. I'm serious. The tiniest thing can take her down, and we don’t want to risk that.”

  “We’re all ears. What’s your plan?” Rob asked.

  “First, do I have your permission to discipline her if needed?” she asked.

  “Of course. We already transferred authority to Dorian and included you and Elias as well.”

  “Thank you. That’s going to be an important part of the process. So, this is what we’re going to do. To start, keep your dicks in your pants. She is not to have any grown-up time unless we approve of it. That’s why you’re in separate rooms. Second …”

  ****

  Cassie turned to her back in the fluffy queen-sized bed and looked at the high vaulted ceiling in a large, well-lit room. Unaccustomed to being surrounded by such classic elegance and formality, she felt a little uncomfortable and out of place. She had poured her heart out to a total stranger and hadn’t given a second thought when that same stranger undressed her, gave her a bubble-bath, dried and brushed her hair and put her to bed. It was too natural to do anything other than accept Meredith Graye’s motherly care. After that, things went fuzzy, and she vaguely recalled a warm hand stroking her back and the soft sound of singing.

  A yellow sundress with white polka-dots was draped over a large straight-backed chair. With a yawn, Cassie slid her naked body out of bed and pulled the dress over her head. On the table was a box holding white sneakers with glittery shoelaces, white ankle socks, and white cotton panties. Once dressed, she ope
ned the door to find a large gift bag filled with yellow tissue paper.

  Hello, Pretty Girl!

  I hope you had a good nap and are ready to have some fun. Go to the right and down the hall until you reach the staircase. One of the Maids will take you to where Uncle Dorian and I will be waiting. I hope you like what’s in the bag—I picked it out myself.

  Love,

  Auntie Merry

  Inside the bag was a stuffed white kitty with big blue eyes and a ribbon that matched her dress. Without thinking, she hugged it and snuggled the softness, not paying attention to the fact that her adult self simply disappeared. She followed Merry’s directions and was escorted to the other side of the house.

  “Yes?” she heard after the Maid knocked on the big door.

  “Master Graye? Miss Cassandra is here, as you requested.”

  “Let her in. You looked very pretty, my dear,” the tall man said, looking down at her. He was dressed in black slacks and a loose white shirt, and even more intimidating than she remembered. All he needed was an eye patch and a sword to resemble a handsome pirate.

  “Thank you,” she said timidly, looking at the ground and tightly hugging the kitty against her body.

  “You haven’t forgotten my rules already, have you?” She looked up and was rewarded by the most irresistible smile she had ever seen. “That’s a good girl. Are you hungry?”

  “A little bit. Is this your room?” she asked, looking around.

  “Yes. Only special people are allowed in here. Do you like it?”

  “It’s pretty. How do you get on the bed? It’s so tall.”

  “I don’t have a problem, but a short-stack like you would have to use the steps or be picked up.” He stretched his hand out to her. “You have no reason to be nervous. I only nibble but never bite. Well, that’s not quite true, but it’s not something you ever have to worry about.”

  Smiling, she placed her small hand in the offered palm and instantly felt a strong sense of safety and protection. Dorian led her to the settee, sat down, and pulled her onto his lap.

  “Where’s your wife?”

  “Auntie Merry is getting dressed and will be out in a couple of minutes. It’s been a long time since we’ve had a Little around here. You better be careful, or Auntie Merry and Elias will spoil you.”

  Cassie wrinkled her nose. “What’s wrong with that? I like being spoiled. You can spoil me, too, you know. I won’t complain.”

  “I don’t spoil my girls. Much.” He flashed his infamous smile. “If I was to spoil you, what would you want?”

  “That’s easy. I’d be allowed to do anything I wanted without getting in trouble.” She shrugged, subconsciously tightening her hold on the stuffie.

  Dorian leaned back and crossed his leg over his knee while stretching his arm over the back of the sofa. His eyes never left her face. “We both know that’s not true. You like your boundaries because they make you feel safe. In fact, I’ll bet you an ice-cream sundae that you act out when you don’t feel that the rules are being enforced or that they are too permissive.”

  “Then you owe me an ice-cream sundae. Don’t look at me like that,” Cassie grumbled, looking away.

  “You know I’m right.”

  “Are not.”

  “There’s my pretty girl!” Merry interrupted them. “I didn’t know that you were awake. How was your nap, and why are you looking like you’re about to shove a pie in Uncle Dorian’s face?”

  “She’s not happy that I called her out on the need for firm boundaries. She thinks that being spoiled means, she can do whatever she wants without consequences.”

  Merry clicked her tongue. “I’m sorry, but I have to agree with your uncle on this one, love. Rules are our safety net, and without them, we don’t feel protected.”

  “I still want to do whatever I want.”

  “She’s as stubborn as you are. I seem to recall hearing those exact same words when you were a little girl.” Dorian laughed as he pulled his wife next to him.

  “You knew her when she was little?”

  “We practically grew up together. Merry loved to instigate, and Elias was a big bully. When we met, it was a playground scuffle that Miss Meredith provoked. I won, and we’ve been inseparable ever since. Almost like you and your daddies.”

  Cassie stiffened and clenched her jaw. “When I was involved in age-play, Bryon was my daddy, and Rob was my dom. Now they are both just my Doms, and I don’t do age-play anymore. At least, not with them.”

  “If that were true, why are you about to cry?” Dorian asked softly.

  “I don’t want to talk about it.”

  “Sweetheart, we know what you’ve been through and are here to help.”

  “I don’t even know you,” she muttered.

  “No, but you feel safe with us. I know these things, Baby Girl. I’ve been doing this for a long, long time.” Dorian lifted her chin. “You’re part of our family now, and this is your home. When in your Little, we want you to be spontaneous and do whatever comes naturally, even if it results in some consequences. The rules are simple and start with safety. After that, there is to be no disrespect and no activities over the age of your Little. I guess it’s about six to eight years old. Am I correct?”

  Cassie scowled.

  He touched her nose. “Look at that face, Merry? That’s the same one you used to give Elias when he said something you didn’t like.”

  “I recall being spanked for giving him that face, too.”

  “Yes, and then you started giving me the face instead.” Dorian chuckled and pushed Cassie’s lower lip back in place. “Being six to eight years old in your Little means you can’t drink, drive, cook without supervision, or go anywhere without telling an adult. You will also have a bedtime and supervised activities. Deal?”

  “That’s not fair!” the girl protested. She glared at Dorian. “Why are you laughing?”

  “Because Auntie Merry said those same exact words a couple of hours ago. I love the subbie mantras,” he said to his wife. “Do we have a deal?”

  “What do I get out of it?”

  “You’ll get your Little back. After this week, no one will ever be able to take it away from you, not even with mean words,” Merry answered. “Everyone in the Manor has been advised that we have a Little Girl here and are to treat you appropriately. That includes how they speak and behave around you. They’ve also been instructed to bring you directly to Uncle Dorian or me should you misbehave. No one is permitted to discipline you except for us.”

  “And Elias,” Dorian added.

  Cassie felt the heat rise to her cheeks. Except for the one incident with her step-father, she had only been punished by Bryon, Rob, and Suzanne. The thought of someone else assuming a role of authority was humiliating. In her heart, she knew that the couple before her was what she needed, but her mind opposed.

  “Rob and Bryon would never let you touch me.”

  “You know that’s not true. What are you afraid of? Do you think we would harm you?”

  Looking down, she shook her head. Lying to this man was nearly impossible!

  “No, Honey. She’s afraid that once she lets go, she’ll lose control,” Merry explained. “What she doesn’t know is that releasing that false sense of control means she’s regained power over her life. Once that happens, no one can hurt her Little again.”

  “Hmm, I didn’t consider that. It’s a good thing to know,” Dorian commented, pulling Cassie closer to his chest. “Where do you think you’re going?”

  “I don’t like people getting into my head,” she mumbled.

  “Get used to it, Baby,” Merry said. “Did I hear you say something about ice-cream?”

  “You did. Cassandra owes me an ice-cream sundae. Let’s invade the kitchen and see what Mrs. Lyon has hidden in her pantry.”

  Holding the hands of both women, he escorted them out of the room.

  CHAPTER TEN

  While sitting at a table on the veranda that overlooked the
Manor’s grounds, the trio shared a giant banana split with all the fixings.

  “Uncle Dorian? How come that lady can hit you with a spoon, and you don’t do anything?” Cassie asked.

  “Mrs. Lyon has a unique position here…”

  “Dorian, tell the child the truth. He’s scared of her,” Merry interjected. “Honestly, we are all terrified of her—even Elias. After Dorian had snatched her from L'Arpège to work here as a Chef de Cuisine, she demanded absolute control of the kitchen, staff, and anyone who dared step foot in her realm. She’s made it clear to all of us that we risk our hide if we enter, uninvited, into the Lyon’s Den.”

  Cassie’s mouth hung open. “L'Arpège? Like Alain Passard’s L'Arpège in Paris?”

  “You’ve heard of it?”

  “Of course, I’ve heard of it! The dream of every French culinary student is to intern there.”

  “I’ll make another deal with you. If you’re a very good girl and allow yourself to let loose and play, I will arrange a time for you to intern under Mrs. Lyon once school is out. Her resume is just as impressive as Passard’s,” Dorian offered. “Why are you groaning?”

  “Because I get the impression that every deal you make has a catch.”

  “She’s already getting to know you, Darling.” Merry giggled.

  “No catch and you, Mrs. Graye, need to be quiet. You’re already in enough trouble with me, or have you forgotten?” The man scolded. He grunted as she flashed a cheesy smile. “Well, Cassandra? She’ll be tough to work with, but this is a great opportunity.”

  “You’d do that?”

  “Yes, but under two conditions.” Dorian’s eyes twinkled. “You have to let your Little be free, and you have to make a special desert for Aunt Merry. I was told that you have a recipe that is simply orgasmic. Since she’s not allowed to have that type of pleasure for the next two days due to her sass, I’ll tease her with this.”

  “It’s a deal!” She high-fived the Manor’s master and earned the giggling response of several observing Maids.