Juggling Masters [Club Esoteria 12] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Cooper McKenzie

  Sloan nodded and crawled from the bed. After all the trouble her men went through to plan a wonderful weekend, she could not tell them that she would rather curl up on the bed and cuddle with them while they watched a movie instead.

  When she emerged from the bathroom, Merlin went in. Dane held the red chemise she had originally worn into the club that afternoon. “Here you go, sweetheart,” he said, lifting it up and dropping it over her head. In a second, she had the short, silky slip smoothed into place so it covered all her bits and pieces.

  Kneeling in front of Dane, she assumed the position. There was one piece missing from her outfit. The one thing Jenna had not allowed her to put on. “Master?”

  “Yes, sweet angel?”

  “We’ve talked about collars in the past,” she started then stopped, unsure how to proceed.

  It was not a submissive’s place to beg to be collared. Collaring was something the Master decided and offered. Yet in the three years they had been together, they had put a collar on her when they were in the club or at playtime, but had never discussed putting a more permanent mark of their ownership on her.

  “Yes?” Dane encouraged when she remained silent.

  “Um, oh never mind,” she said, dropping her head forward and blinking to keep the tears at bay.

  How was she supposed to ask them to put a permanent collar on her when she could barely ask them to take out the trash?

  Chapter 9

  Returning to the club, Merlin could practically feel Sloan’s exhaustion and wondered if, as her Sir, he had the right to cancel the rest of Master’s plans for the evening. But he had been looking forward to the flog-and-fuck session Master had promised him that afternoon, and his cock was already half-hard again and filling the red thong he wore that matched Sloan’s chemise.

  He held Sloan’s hand as they followed Dane across the main room toward an empty St. Andrew’s Cross. Just the feel of her skin against his was enough to arouse him again even though he had come less than an hour before.

  Once they claimed the station, he pointed to a spot near the wall. “Kneel there, angel.”

  As she took her place, he set down the bag and opened it. Retrieving Master’s favorite flogger, a bottle of lube, and several condoms, he laid them out neatly on the small table nearby. He then added a crop and a cane, just in case Master wanted them as well. Though assuming was a bad thing, after their many years together, he could almost pretty much anticipate Master’s wishes, especially when it came to playtimes like this.

  “Strip, pet, and put on your ankle cuffs as well,” Master said as he approached after a short and heated conversation with Mistress Jenna.

  Merlin pulled off the thong and placed it in front of Sloan. “Keep an eye on this for me, angel.”

  She looked up at him and smiled. “My pleasure, Sir.”

  “Good girl.”

  Digging once more in the bag, he pulled out the cuffs and donned them before automatically making sure his wrist cuffs were secure yet not too tight. Then he knelt in the center of the roped-off area.

  He waited patiently as Master spoke to Sloan and then checked his preparations before coming to stand in front of him. Master wrapped one big hand around his neck and pulled his forehead to rest against his shoulder. It was a position that Merlin adored, and he felt his cock harden at just that simple touch

  “Are you wanting me to use all those toys on you tonight, pet?” Master asked, his voice soft and low.

  “If Master wishes,” he replied honestly. “I only wish to please you, Master.”

  Dane pulled his head up and kissed his lips. “Oh, pet, you do please me. Every day and in so many ways. Go and face the cross.”

  With a glance at Sloan, who still watched their interactions with interest and a touch of envy in her eyes, Merlin walked to the cross and positioned himself. Master quickly secured him to the giant wooden cross, first his wrists and then his ankles.

  “What’s your safe word, pet?” the man asked as he walked to the table and picked up the flogger.

  “Red, Master.”

  “Good, pet. And what do you want to do tonight?”

  “Please my Master.”

  “Very good. Do not come without permission or I will be using every toy you laid out and you will be of no good to angel for the rest of the weekend. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  His Master’s words, as always, sent blood pooling in his groin to fill his cock until it throbbed with every beat of his heart. Being restrained only added to his urgency. He shifted his shoulders and then his hips, moving as much as he could to try to relax his muscles in preparation. That worked until he felt Master move in close behind him and begin to stroke hard, hot hands up and down his legs and then his arms in a brisk matter that always relaxed him at the same time his blood began to flow faster and hotter.

  By the time the flogger stroked across his back for the first time, Merlin could already feel himself beginning to float into subspace. Here he would accept all Master had to give him no matter how painful or how arousing. He was in the happy zone where nothing could hurt him.

  He lost track of time as the flogging continued up and down his back, avoiding his kidney region, over his ass and down his legs to his ankles then back up and up his arms, first left then right to his wrists. Master was always thorough in his flogging, he thought then sighed as the strokes began to grow harsher. His skin began to heat, and it was as if he could feel it glowing as the flogger touched nearly every inch of his back, arms, legs, and butt.

  By the time Master finished and tossed the flogger on the small table, Merlin was panting and fighting to keep his orgasm at arm’s length though he really wanted to relax his control and invite it to roll through his body like a rainstorm over the beach.

  He stiffened slightly when his brain detected cold wetness slide down the crease of his ass. But the finger that then spread it around before pushing through his hole had his hips wiggling with excitement.

  “Don’t come yet, pet,” Master whispered in his ear. The single finger eased out and was replaced by two. They slowly moved in and out of his back channel, twisting and stretching him with each stroke.

  When a third one joined them, he whined and jerked in his bonds. It had been awhile since they’d played like this, and the nip of pain pushed his orgasm closer and closer, begging him to just reach out and embrace it. Gritting his teeth, Merlin fought for control even as he moved his hips back and forth and fucked himself on Master’s fingers.

  When the intruders disappeared, he barely had a chance to relax and breathe in before Master’s cock was pushing for entry. He grunted a series of whines as he worked to keep his muscles relaxed against the invasion. Master slowly but steadily pushed into him until Merlin felt the hairs surrounding the base of his cock brush against the skin around his back hole.

  * * * *

  Dane closed his eyes and began to pant at the exquisite pressure of his slave boy’s muscles clenching around his shaft as he buried his cock completely. It felt so good. His body wanted to start moving immediately, but his Master’s brain knew his boy needed a moment to adjust. Leaning against his boy, he smiled at the sounds pet was making.

  “Feel good?” he rumbled before licking a line up the side of pet’s neck and nipping his earlobe.

  “Oh, yes, Master,” pet said, his words softened around the edges, proving he had fallen into subspace.

  Dane waited until the muscles holding his cock tight relaxed then forced himself to count to ten slowly, which he knew would only amp up his lover’s need. “Hard and fast or slow and easy?” he offered though he already knew the answer.

  His pet had to take three quick breaths before he could reply. “Your choice, Master. I live to serve.”

  “Just the answer I like to hear, pet,” Dane said before quickly pulling out until only the head remained inside then shoving deep once more before stopping again.

  Merlin began to tremble, and his hips
began to flex back and forth as he tried to move on Dane’s cock. But trussed up the way he was made things difficult.

  Dane retreated slowly then returned with a rush only to pause and count once more. This time Merlin hissed a high-pitched whine of need, which lit the fuse for Dane’s orgasm.

  He began to move in and out, sometimes fast and forceful, other times slow and easy, the pattern ever changing so pet never knew exactly what would come next. The noises coming from his pet were so arousing that it was not long before Dane began a steady pistoning as the stress in his balls increased and felt like they were twice normal size.

  Reaching around pet’s hip, he gripped his hard cock in one hand and began to stroke it using a firm grip, which matched his own cock’s steady movements. A few strokes later, his balls pulled tight between his legs and he could feel his seed begin to pulse up his cock.

  “Now, pet. Come. With. Me. Now,” he growled and thrust deep as his cock erupted, filling the latex sheath that separated them.

  Merlin’s body stiffened and he cried out as his cock pulsed in Dane’s hand, shooting seed to coat the wall behind the cross he hung from. Dane’s own orgasm was so strong he had to lean heavily against his man until he found the strength to stand on his own again.

  It took another minute before his fingers finally released pet’s cock and he could ease his cock from his ass. He was still shaky and drained, but after dealing with the condom, he released pet from his bindings. Once he was free, Dane sat down on the closest bench and after wrapping pet in his own fuzzy blue blanket, pulled the man to sit across his lap. They both needed some long, strong cuddling as they recovered.

  But where was angel? Normally she joined them.

  Looking to where he had left her kneeling by the wall, Dane chuckled “We’ll be heading back upstairs for the night once we can walk again,” he said.

  “Master?”

  “Our angel has fallen asleep,” Dane said, nodding to where Sloan sat leaning back against the wall asleep yet still able to maintain the kneeling slave position.

  “Oh, poor sweetheart. She really is exhausted, isn’t she?”

  Dane nodded, kicking himself for not seeing that earlier and putting a hold on the scene until the next night when they would hopefully all be better rested.

  Standing, he set Merlin on the bench. “Rest for a few more minutes, buddy.”

  Instead of waking angel and demanding she clean up the station, Dane did it himself. He heard and ignored the whispers from spectators as he wiped the wall and repacked his toy bag. No one understood what was going on in their household, and he was in no mood to try to explain.

  His gaze went to Sloan every few seconds, but she continued sleeping, oblivious of what was going on around her. When Merlin stood up and joined him still wrapped in his blanket, Dane handed him the red thong, which his pet immediately put back on. He pointed to the toy bag, which Merlin picked up and slung over one shoulder, causing him to hiss with the sting against his freshly flogged skin.

  Dane bent and lifted Sloan, resting her head against his shoulder. She stiffened and murmured, but his whispered, “Shhh, angel. I’ve got you,” had her settle and relax in his arms.

  Crossing the bar, he saw Jenna glare at him. When she started his way, he met her narrowed gaze and shook his head, mouthing “not now.” The Domme gave him a cutting look that told him he had better get his act together and damn fast or she and Taurus would follow up on their threat from their first weekend together and take her back.

  And losing one of his pets was the last thing he ever wanted to have happen. As they left the club, Dane once again vowed that he would find some way to get angel everything she needed, which meant help with the twins and running the house so she had time to pursue her writing career.

  He was rich. Surely he could find the right people for the job. The trick would be to keep sweet angel from feeling guilty because she was not paying for their services herself. Though she still did not understand the depth of the love he and Merlin felt for her, and that no sacrifice was too big to take for her, Dane silently promised that by the end of the weekend she would. Even if he had to beat it into her.

  Chapter 10

  Sloan frowned as she slowly woke. Someone was pounding on the door. When that stopped, the sounded of hushed but angry voices, intruded, pulling her the last bit to full consciousness. Opening her eyes, she found herself alone in the bed in a room that it took a moment to remember was located on the fourth floor of the club.

  She stretched, feeling so relaxed and rested her muscles hurt. Looking around for a clock, she frowned at the distinct lack of one. The heated discussion in the next room continued, and she wondered if her cousins had come to string Master and Sir up by their balls or not.

  Climbing from the bed, she was surprised to find herself still wearing the red chemise she had worn downstairs the night before. Why was she still dressed? There had been a “no clothes in bed” rule since her first night with her men, and the only time they released her from it was during her period and the weeks after the twins’ birth as she recuperated. But the moment the doctor gave the green light, the clothes came off once more.

  After using the bathroom and finding a red silk robe that matched her chemise hanging on a peg by the ginormous shower, she slipped it on and headed back across the bedroom to the living room. She needed coffee. Then she would figure out how to get hold of a phone and call to check on the babies.

  Stepping into the room, she stopped and sleepily debated on whether or not to go back to bed for a while longer. Taurus and Jenna were facing off against Master and Sir across the room. It did not look like it was going to end unless she stepped into the middle of things.

  So she did.

  All four of these people loved her, and she loved them. The last thing her family, made up of both blood and love, needed was to be divided because of some kind of misunderstanding.

  Sliding in front of Dane and Merlin, she met her cousins’ glares while trying to keep her own anxiety at bay. Something was wrong, and she had a good idea the showdown was over her. Dane wrapped an arm around her middle and pulled her back against his large, hard body while Merlin reached over and took her hand, lacing their fingers together. “Good morning. What’s going on?”

  “Good afternoon,” Jenna corrected, her expression lightening only minimally. “Are you all right?”

  “I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”

  “Oh, I don’t know,” Jenna said. “Maybe because you fell asleep last night in the middle of the club. Just closed your eyes, rocked back against the wall, and crashed. And it looks like you’ve just rolled out of bed a good”—she checked her watch—“fifteen hours later.”

  “Fifteen hours?” Sloan looked over her shoulder at her men who nodded. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

  Merlin smiled. “I tried, but you hit me.”

  Dane’s arm tightened around her middle as he said, “You needed the rest.”

  She patted his forearm. “Thank you. I’m sorry. I know you did not plan to spend the weekend watching me sleep.”

  “You still don’t get it, do you?” Dane whirled her around so she faced her men.

  “Get what?” she asked as her nerves began to crawl with uneasiness.

  Instead of answering, he looked over her head at her cousins. “Get out.”

  Sloan looked over her shoulder as Jenna tried to argue. Angry words were muffled due to Taurus’s hand covering her mouth as he backed them toward the hall door. His expression was Dom serious as he looked into her eyes. “We’ll talk tonight.”

  Sloan nodded though her brain was still fuzzy. “I need caffeine,” she said as the door closed behind her cousins, leaving her alone with two men who were watching her with darkening gazes.

  “I’ll get it,” Merlin offered.

  At Dane’s nod her Sir disappeared into the kitchen. Dane then guided her to the couch. After sitting down, he pulled her down to straddle his lap, which put them eye
to eye. He untied her robe and pushed the edges apart and smiled when he saw the red chemise.

  When she wanted to snuggle closer, his hands on her shoulders held her back. “I cannot believe after all this time you still don’t get it,” he said, more to himself than to her.

  “Get what?”

  Dane looked so serious as he took a deep breath, held it for several long seconds, then released it. “The fact that we love you and our boys. And we honestly don’t care if you make a penny or million dollars. We have enough money to live on for the rest of our lives whether or not you ever sell another book. I know writing and getting published makes you happy, and that’s what we want, my loving Sloan, my sweet angel. We want you to be happy.

  “These past months we’ve watched you grow more and more stressed, more sullen, and more depressed, but when either of us offered to try and help, you always turned us down. Was it because you felt you had to do things yourself?”

  As he spoke, Sloan felt herself tearing up at the love she heard in his words and his tone. Nodding, she wiped away an escaped tear. “I need to contribute, need to give something to our family, but haven’t been able to write since…”

  “Since you’ve been taking sole care of the boys?”

  She nodded and wiped at her cheeks again. Then, taking a deep breath, she made the confession she had been trying to deny to herself for months. “Master, I need help. I don’t know how I’ll pay for it—owww,” she squealed when his hand slapped the outside of her thigh.

  Dane’s narrowed eyes told her she had crossed a line she had not even realized she was close to. “From now on you will not worry about how anyone is going to be paid. In fact, I don’t want you worrying about money ever again. If I have to, I’ll open a checking account in your name and put a couple million dollars in it.”

  “No, Master. I don’t want your money. I’ll try to stop obsessing about money, okay?”

  Dane gave her a skeptical look. “Monday morning we are going to hire some help. A cleaning service, a nanny, and a yard service. What do you say about that?”