by Dakota Trace
Behind her, she could hear the squirt of the lubricant over the raspy sound of Jude’s breathing as he lubed up. “Patience, Mistress.” His dark raw groan was a precursor to the feel of his hot, wet cockhead pushing against her most forbidden hole. Forcing herself to relax, she gasped at the familiar burn when the huge head forced past her natural resistance.
“Relax, Mistress. We don’t want to hurt you.” Micah’s voice was strained as he rubbed his hands over her back and ass. The pressure of Jude’s cock rubbing against his, through the thin barrier separating her ass from her pussy, was taxing Micah’s control. The trembling of his muscles against her plus the flexing of his cock inside her were testaments to the fact.
“Easy for you to say, mal-chick. Gods, I feel like I’m ready to come undone.” She gritted her teeth as another inch filled her ass. What the fuck was I thinking of giving control over to Jude? He’s almost as sadistic as I am. Realistically though, he was only giving her what she asked for, so she wouldn’t bitch about it.
“There – that’s it. Take another inch of my cock, Mistress. Almost there.” Jude’s order had her womb trembling. He moved slowly back and forth easing himself in and out, gaining more depth with each return. “God, Mistress, it’s so fucking hot. You should see how your ass is swallowing my cock. It’s beautiful.”
She cried out as he gave a short buck of his hips, forcing the final inch inside of her. The pressure and fullness of having both her slaves inside her made her head spin. The fact Jude, and not herself, was in control of the encounter was a potent aphrodisiac. Even while making a mental note to thank Jude, she still couldn’t help herself. She bucked back against him – overtly demanding her pleasure. I might have allowed him to talk me into taking one day a month for downtime, allowing him to be in control but dammit, I’m horny!
A sharp slap landed on her rounded buttock. “Remember, Mistress – my pace, not yours. Give yourself over to me.” His voice was hard, just like it was when he was doling orders to his staff. Her clit throbbed in reaction. Amazingly, she found him still as hot in his dominance over her as she did when he submitted his control. Tears stung her eyes as wild emotions tore through her along with the sheer physical need. “Oh God, pet, stop teasing me.”
“But you like it when he teases you.” Micah’s smile was evil, as he bucked up under her in a short hard jab, forcing Jude deeper inside her ass, if that were possible. “Do you remember the first time he got his mouth on your pussy? How he tortured you - licking, sucking and lashing at you?” Micah’s eyes darkened with pleasure at the shared memory.
She cried out and tried to arch away from Micah, only to find herself pushed back down by Jude as he covered her back with his body. Even as he covered her, he was careful to not put any undue pressure on her arms.
“Fuck, yes!” Pleasure stabbed at her but it wasn’t enough. She felt surrounded by love. A low, unrefined moan, dragged from the depths of her soul, passed her lips. God damn it, it’s not enough! They’ve got to fuck me. This is nothing like what I felt with Claude, the one and only time he dominated me. This burning need to be claimed wasn’t there - not with him!
She pressed her face against Micah’s chest, her heart racing and her body trembling on the cusp of what she was sure would be an incredible orgasm. “Move, dammit!” She wiggled again. This time Jude didn’t smack her ass. Instead he began to increase the pace of the slow, dark burning thrusts which soon had her writhing between their bodies.
“Son of a bitch!” The curse hissed out between her teeth. Intense pleasure and erotic pain consumed her lower body. The undeniably full feeling, the friction and heat of her subs possessing her, was driving her right out of her ever-fucking-loving mind. Bucking hard, she tried to force them into a stronger, faster rhythm.
“Fucking A!” Jude cursed as his hips lost the slow steady rhythm. He slammed against her ass, even as Micah surged in and out of her from below.
“Duhveezeetyeh meenyah!” The Russian plea for her men to take her hard had both men sweating, groaning and thrusting against her until she felt battered, but she was too hot to care. Deep inside her, she could feel the swell of her intense orgasm building.
* * * *
“Oh, fuck. She’s getting tighter, Jude!”
Micah’s croak caused Jude to groan. His Mistress’s tight ass was tugging on his cock and more than anything he wanted to hear her tell him to come. That’s not going to happen, not today. The plea hovered on his lips, but he forced it back. Lifting, he dragged her up with him. A shocked feminine scream echoed through the room as the shift in position changed the dynamics of their loving. Pressure was applied in new places and from the way she screamed, Jude was almost certain Micah was now rubbing along her g-spot.
“Oh, my fucking god…fuck me!” She jerked as both of the men obeyed without thought. The command in her voice immediately threw both men back into submissive mode and Jude for one, simply didn’t care. The overwhelming need to fuck and please his mistress had him by the balls. The sound of flesh smacking flesh as the three moved against each other was loud. Tired of waiting, Jude forced his Mistress to climax by reaching between Micah’s and her body to rub at her clit. The consequences of his action were devastating. Olivia threw her head back as her body arched with pleasure. Micah hissed and reached up to squeeze Olivia’s breasts and Jude grunted in effort to keep his cock buried inside of his Mistress.
The room filled with cries and screams, masculine and feminine, as pleasure beyond anything ripped into all three of them. Curses and pleas finally faded away, leaving Jude and Olivia tangled on top of a panting Micah. Pushing up off of Olivia, Jude fell to the side, his chest still heaving from the most spectacular orgasm he’d ever had. How the hell does it keep getting better each time?
“Pet?” Olivia’s voice was hoarse from their spent passion as she tried to move her arms. Rolling into a sitting position he swiftly untied them before lifting her off of Micah’s body. The man gave a groan as Olivia’s and his body separated. Settling her between them, he took one of her arms, noticing that Micah did the same. As they massaged her arms a soft gentle hum began deep in her throat. It was hauntingly familiar as both men had heard it before several times.
Jude looked over at Micah, instinctively knowing what the man wanted. It’s the same damn thing I want.
“Sing for us, Mistress.” Jude ordered.
Looking from man to man, Olivia opened her mouth as if to protest and then closed it.
“Please, Mistress?” Micah’s tone was almost desperate. “I’d love to hear it just once before I leave.”
Jude thought she was going to refuse until the first wavering note came from her. It was as if it’d been years since she’d sung. With each word sung, her voice strengthened. Even though neither man knew the exact meaning of the Russian lyrics, both sat spellbound. Her voice was a rich alto – deep, sultry and sensual. When she finally sung the last note, she grew quiet once more.
“So beautiful, Mistress.” Jude was the first to speak, forcing the words through the emotion clogging in his throat.
“Thank you, Mistress.” Micah lifted her hand to his mouth, his eyes bright with unshed tears. It was as if he was taking her song as a parting gift.
She gave him a haughty stare. “Of course, and if you tell anyone I sang, I’ll have to beat your ass.” She slanted her eyes towards Jude. “And that goes for you too, pet.”
He chuckled and brought her other hand to his mouth. “Of course not.”
* * * *
Standing beside the door, Olivia reached up and kissed Micah’s cheek. While Olivia wore only a satin robe and Jude wore a hastily pulled on pair of jeans, Micah was fully dressed. “You know, I wish you were going with us, mal-chick. Ireland is beautiful at Christmas. You don’t have to go with me. I know sitting around while I straighten out the mess the barrister made of my late husband’s estate will be boring. You could fly over with Jude when he joins me. He has Deborah the week before Christmas, and is plann
ing to join me December twenty-third. ”
He smiled and rubbed a thumb over her cheek. “I wish I could, but my family wants to go to their place. I can’t disappoint my mother – it might be the last holiday she sees me for awhile, considering I have to leave right afterwards for New Orleans. I don’t know if I’ll even get back up here next year.”
Olivia nodded. “I understand. I never said it, but congratulations on your promotion, Micah. You deserve it, even if it means you have to move down to New Orleans.”
Jude clapped a hand over Micah’s shoulder. “Don’t forget to look up Mistress Brigit when you get down there. Master Dominic and Josh swear by her.”
Olivia smiled encouragingly. “Yes, she will. She’ll help you find a Mistress worthy of your submission.” She gave him a hug. “But if not, remember you always have a place here with Jude and me.”
Micah nodded, cocked his head, and looked at the way Jude had wrapped his arm around Olivia. Understanding dawned as his eyes narrowed. “You finally moved in.”
When Jude blushed, Micah grinned. “It’s about damn time. It’s as clear as the nose on your face that you two belong together. And people in love should be together.” He leaned down and gave Olivia one last kiss before leveling his gaze on Jude.
“Now, I have to get my ass moving if I’m going to have time to pick up Suzette and take her to the airport. Her flight to Charleston leaves in less than two hours, and mine to New Orleans leaves right after hers.”
Jude nodded. “Can’t say I’m sad to see her go, but I’m glad the trial is over.”
Micah gave him a quick hug. “And I still can’t believe Rena is the one who apprehended your horrid cousin and saved Jackson’s ass.”
“Neither can he – that’s why he’s been avoiding her at work.” All three laughed before sobering.
“Have a safe trip, and you call me when you make it in. You hear, mal-chick?” Olivia scolded then her face softened. “And good luck with your apartment hunting.”
“Thank you, Mistress, and I’ll be sure to call when I get to the hotel.” Micah glanced down at his watch. “Shit, I gotta go or I really will miss my plane.” He gave Olivia one last kiss then hurried out the door.
As the door shut behind Micah, Olivia turned and buried her face in Jude’s chest. Her silent tears were getting it wet, but cuddling her close, he soothed her. “He’ll eventually come back, Mistress. My mother always told me, ‘if you love something, you let it go’. He’s just not ready to accept what you were offering.”
She nodded, before stroking her hand over the slender buttery soft leather collar encircling his throat. “Yahtahklyoobloyoo teebyah.” The words were whispered against his chest.
“And I love you, Mistress.” Wrapping her tightly in his arms, he knew - he prayed one day the Lord would shine on them and bring Micah back into their lives. Until then, he’d be happy with his Mistress, his daughter, and life in general.
The End
ABOUT DAKOTA TRACE
Dakota is a simple Midwest girl, who has found her passion in storytelling at a young age. Her father was always saying she was making up the craziest stories. Most remained unwritten though as writing wasn’t Dakota’s strong suit. That all changed in junior high when she took her first typing class. Problem solved for the dyslexic Dakota. There was no stopping her after that. She wrote her first novel her freshman year about a girl who could speak to animals on an old electric IBM typewriter and never looked back. Writing in several different genres, she is now a published author with multiple books under belt. When Dakota isn’t writing she’s a crazy mom of three wild Indians who are posing as children, a loving wife to the man of her dreams and a full time student.
To find out more about Dakota visit her at dakotatrace.com.
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TAMING KALINDA
By Dakota Trace
After seeing her best friend accept her brother’s collar, Kalinda Doherty realized without a doubt she needed what Nisey had - a Dom who was willing to offer her more than a few nights of hot sex, erotic pain, and sensual submission. Unfortunately that left out the man she wanted. So when the offer of an internship in Los Angeles came up, Kalinda jumped at the chance, leaving Chicago, her family and the man of her dreams behind. Now with her internship over, Kalinda’s heading home for the summer with a decision to make - take the permanent job waiting in L.A. or finding happiness with her new Dom in Chicago?
Joshuah Redding was a man of deep needs. The time apart he’d forced upon Kalinda was finally over. Now that she’s returning to Chicago, he knows it’s time to claim her - for good this time. He had everything planned until the plane touched down. That’s when he finds out Kalinda has brought a man home with her…another Dom. Now what the hell is he supposed to do - especially when the new Dom wants him to join them - permanently?
Warnings: This title contains BDSM principles, bondage, flogging/whipping, anal sex and some elements of non-consensual sex and M/F/M theme.
EXCERPT:
With the rope rubbing her clit, it had been all Kalinda could do to make it down the stairs into Caelan’s playroom without climaxing. Desire had been her constant companion ever since Caelan and Nisey had outlined their plan to her. When she’d spotted first Dominic and then Josh, her heart had nearly pounded its way out of her chest. She knew instinctively that Dominic had set this whole scene up. “…the next time, I won’t stop him…he’ll be here…” echoed through her mind. Incredibly instead of fear, the desire running through her system doubled. Her clit pulsed hard against the smooth feel of the nylon knot pressed against it. Digging her nails into her sweating palms, she tried to fight off the threatening climax. She was so close. Her eyes darted to Dominic as she tried to force back the orgasm that was hovering over her. He was her master, and she couldn’t come without his permission.
In an attempt to stall her imminent orgasm, she turned away.
“Slave.” Dominic’s stern voice had her trembling visibly.
“Ye-yellow.” Her gasped reply for a ‘slow down’ was barely audible as she asked for a moment to compose herself. They hadn’t even begun to tease Dominic or bind Nisey and she was on the verge of losing herself. How the hell was she going to torment her Master when she was worked up?
Large warm hands settled on her shoulders. Thinking it was Dominic she lifted her head to see Josh’s concerned face. He swallowed roughly. “I’ll leave if you can’t handle this, Spitfire.”
She took a deep breath and let out a deep sigh as the undisguised need in his voice stroked over her. Her instinctive need to give to him overwhelmed her.
When another hand cupped her cheek, she looked up and into the dark eyes of her current Master. The look in them begged her to trust his judgment. She finally relaxed between the two of them and let their overwhelming presence sooth her. While the desire to tease and torment both of them was still there, she felt uniquely balanced in a way she’d never felt before. Despite the fact she felt she’d failed Josh in the past, those memories had no bearing on the way the two of them made her feel at this particular moment. The two Doms together were a heady intense sensual combination as they focused on her. How would she survive this?
“What level are you at, chérie?”
“Yellow, Master. Please…”
“I’ll leave.” Josh’s shoulders slumped as he removed his hands from Kalinda’s shoulders. He stepped back then turned dejectedly to leave.
Her panicked eyes found Dominic’s. She hadn’t been asking Josh to leave! She just needed a moment to adjust. “I…Master…please…ah, hell stop him, please!”
Dominic barked at Josh’s back. “Stop!”
Josh froze at the door. Dominic turned back towards Kalinda.
“Can you do this for me? You know I won’t let anything …”
Kalinda placed her fingers over his mouth. “I know, Master.” She pressed her forehead to his wide chest and took a few calming breaths. She wa
s vastly aware that the balance she’d felt moments ago was gone now that Josh had moved away. Now she understood why Dominic had wanted this for her. Like any good Dom he knew what she needed to feel complete.
In the background she could hear Caelan talking to Josh, assuring him about giving Kalinda a moment or two to get her bearings. She was glad he was here to help. After only a few moments, she lifted her head off Dominic’s chest.
“Okay?” His voice rumbled in his chest. She nodded. “I need to hear it, Kalinda. There can be no mistakes at this point. What level are you at?”
“Green, Master. He can stay.”
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