He slides his cock from between my lips and takes a condom from one of the many clear bowls filled with them. These line the edge of the raised platform that is a part of the dance floor. After giving me a passionate kiss, he slides the transparent sheathe on his impressive penis and then slips beneath me. His warm, smooth skin glides over mine, sweat mingling with sweat, as he positions my ass to take his cock.
“Are you ready?” the dom asks, looking down on me with eyes that shine and lips that curl in a sexy smile.
“Yes,” I say, my voice breathy from a lust filled night.
The lover beneath slowly inches his cock into my ass, and I moan and close my eyes as he does so. The wet friction sparks new sensations through my pelvis and groin. Pleasing pressure builds in my ass and cunt, and I soon let my eyes flutter close as this intense stimuli overtakes me.
Others have joined us on the platform now. Hands roam over our skin. Fingers pinch and tease my nipples while my two lovers fuck me sensuously, taking their time to bring me to yet another climax. A beautiful blonde wearing pale blue eye shadow dips her head and kisses me. Her tongue traces the seam of my lips while hands knead and caress my hips, my stomach, my breasts. I am lost in a sea of flesh and sensation, and I never want to emerge.
The cocks inside me rub over the thin flesh separating ass from cunt. They spread me wider and I clench and release around them as liquid heat spreads out from deep inside my pelvis. I buck my hips forward and backward, trying to take in every ounce of the ecstasy this fucking delivers. My skin thrums with the energy of touch, my body vibrates with an ecstasy overload.
Someone strokes my clit while the fucking I take amps up just a bit, their hips and cocks moving just fast enough to take me over the edge of another orgasm. This time I cry out and writhe on the cool, smooth floor as I ejaculate all over my dom. He pulls out as the climax reaches its peak, letting my juices jet out of my sex and shower his sinewy chest and face. He gives me a lecherous smile as he skims some of the clear come from his pec and then licks his fingers clean.
Then the lover up my ass buries himself deep one last time and his cock twitches once, twice, while he spills his seed deep inside of me. My dom takes off his condom and pumps the last of his arousal out all over me, spilling pearly streams of cum all over my breasts, belly, and arms. The blonde who kissed me and some others who have joined us on the platform now lick me clean. When we’re all done, I lay panting and dazed from the intense passion, and I wonder if I’ll need to sleep for a week to recover my energy.
***
One week later, the people I’ve hired are fixing the house, the kids are signed up for hockey and art classes, and Jake is remarkably agreeable on everything, including working for Dom Luke Wesley as a sex toy tester and now as a performer. It all seems a bit too good to be true. He hasn’t mentioned a word about our new employment, at least not a negative one, since the night he disappeared and didn’t return until he showed up in the sex club. In fact, he’s been so agreeable I almost feel like I’ve walked into a remake of Invasion of the Body Snatchers.
I’m just getting ready for our day at work when a knock comes to the kitchen door. Surprised, I stop putting on my pearl earrings and get up from my dresser to go see who it is. Both the boys are out—Preston at hockey practice and Michael in his art class—and Jake is in his apartment above the garage having a shower.
“Dom Luke!” My shock amps up when I see my boss and a cute, curvy blonde standing on my doorstep.
He smiles broadly, flashing those dazzling white teeth. “I promised you a nanny, and a nanny you shall have.” He rests a hand on the woman’s back and looks between her and I. “Kaley Porter, meet Carrie Brannigan. Your potential new boss and a wonderful woman.”
She sticks out a hand and a perky greeting bubbles out of her. “Nice to meet you.”
I shake the offered hand and try not to gape any longer. “You too. Please, come in. Would you like some coffee? Tea? I have juice, too.”
“Look at you.” Luke chuckles. “Full hostess mode in ten seconds.” After he and Kaley sit down he tells me more about my new nanny. “Kaley worked for Wolgang Beck and Rachela Lee. Friends of mine from the Dollhouse Society.” His lips quirk farther up at this, and I wonder just what this intriguing Dollhouse Society is. “The only reason she had to leave them is they relocated, and Kaley is in college studying law, or she would have gone with them.”
The young woman hands me an impeccable resume after Luke finishes his explanation. I can’t complain about anything in her credentials, and if Dom Luke approves of her I know she must be highly skilled. Yet something makes me not want to hire this bubbly blonde. Ruefully, I admit I’m jealous of her, but I can’t say why. It isn’t like me to have my hackles instantly raise up around a young, beautiful woman. I’m being silly, I decide.
“Well, if Dom Luke recommends you, you’re hired,” I say, smiling at the woman just as Jake comes in from his apartment and joins us.
As he sits and stares at the new nanny, not disguising his interest in her at all, my jealousy spikes high again. I try to calm it down and stop thinking childish thoughts as he begins to flirt with her.
“Hi there.” He flashes a dazzling smile and holds out his hand. “Jake Black.”
She returns the smile and even gives a little giggle. “Kaley Porter.”
“She’ll be Carrie’s new nanny,” Dom Luke explains.
Jake’s smile widens even more, taking on a flirtatious edge. “Well, we’ll be seeing a lot of each other then.” His touch lingers on her hand and my jealousy climbs to boiling.
“I’ll look forward to it.” Kaley’s voice takes on a honeyed tone and I dig my fingernails into the palms of my hands.
“So will I,” Jake says, and it’s at that moment I make an excuse of needing to get to the grocery store to separate the pair.
As I close the door behind Dom Luke and Kaley, mixed emotions swirl inside me. I feel like a heel for being so stupid. After all, Jake doesn’t belong to me, and he can be with, flirt with, whomever he wants. But while I watch Luke and Kaley walk to the car, it hits me hard why I’m reacting this way. I’ve fallen in love with both men, and though Jake has shared me with Luke, I don’t want to share either man with another. Selfish, but true.
I sigh, run a hand through my hair, and think, This is going to be a long day.
***
Surrender To His Love
Dom Luke shows up at the boys’ school just as I’m dropping them off. They catch a glimpse of his vintage Rolls and ask if they can come say hi with me. They’re both fascinated by my strange new boss and thankful for the gifts they’ve received because of the generous wage he pays me. After I shoo them off toward the school entrance, I ask why Luke is here.
“I’d like to discuss your performance at Surrender Sanctuary this weekend,” he tells me as he holds the passenger door of his expensive car open for me. “Is Jake with you?”
“He’s at home.” I pause, look back at my vehicle. “I can’t just leave my car here.”
The unflappable dom shrugs. “I’ll send someone to fetch it for you.” He pats the passenger seat. “Get in.”
I give him an exasperated sigh, but I know there will be no denying Luke when he wants it his way. I slide onto the expensive leather seat and let him whisk me back home.
My boss is a sex toy inventor for the exclusive sex resort and club franchise, Surrender Inc., and I test and perform with said products for him, as does my best friend Jake Black. Jake also rents from me and helps me take care of my two kids, Preston and Michael. But sparks have been flying between myself and Jake since we took this job. He’s not exactly happy about it, even though we need the money. He’s challenged by Dom Luke in many ways, but now I have a challenge of my own. Our new nanny, Kaley Porter, who Jake seems to be hot after. They’ve been nonstop flirting ever since Dom Luke helped me hire the woman. While I have no real claim over Jake, I admit I’m jealous as hell.
I know, how hypocri
tical of me. I expect Jake to share me with Dom Luke but don’t want to share him with another woman. I guess I’m just stingy about the men I love.
When we drive up to my place, I’m surprised to find Kaley’s car outside. A knot of dread begins to form in my stomach.
“What’s she doing here now?” I step out of the Rolls Royce and my eyes lock on Kaley’s vehicle.
Dom Luke walks up beside me. “Who?”
I point to the car. “Kaley. She’s supposed to pick the kids up later, but…”
Dom rubs his chin, gives me a knowing look. “Oh dear. I can wager a guess.”
I give him a frown, not impressed by his less than helpful sarcasm, and then I stalk up to my garage door. If Kaley and Jake are doing what I think they are, I don’t want to warn them. I’m angry and decide a dose of embarrassment for her and Jake is in order.
I open the garage then try to be quiet as I climb the steps to Jake’s apartment. Dom Luke is behind me, suggesting I knock first. I give him another glower that says I am not listening right now. He simply holds his hands up in the air and shakes his head at me while I twist the knob and walk inside.
The apartment above the garage is small, and I already hear light moans and a gruff male voice saying, “Yeah… You like that?” as I move past the small couch and coffee table that holds Jake’s laptop.
My face burns and I clench my teeth as I throw open the bedroom door so hard it bangs into the wall. There I find my suspicions confirmed. Kaley’s firm, young breasts jut high in the air. Her nipples are hard, rosy tips Jake teases with his tongue. His hands glide over her firm, lithe curves. One hand slips between her legs and his fingers stroke her pink labia. I can see her sex shining with juices.
“What the hell is going on?” I shout, crossing my arms over my chest just as Dom Luke arrives at the top of the landing and looks over my shoulder.
Kaley yelps and jumps from the bed, saying “I’m sorry, Mrs. Brannigan,” over and over like it’s a Buddhist mantra.
Jake just lays in the crumpled sheets, gives me a bold stare and a smile full of spite. He puts his hands behind his head and doesn’t attempt to move, while Kaley scampers around gathering her clothes and getting dressed.
“You’re fired!” I roar at her, taking out my jealousy on the poor, surprised woman.
“Now, Carrie, don’t react hastily,” Dom Luke says from behind me, putting a strong hand on my shoulder.
“Hastily? I’ll do whatever I want!” I whirl on him, unable to reign my anger in. “This is my house!”
His icy blue eyes widen in surprise and he holds his hands up, but a smirk lingers at the corner of his lips. It sends my fury climbing higher.
“Fine,” he murmurs. “Have it your way.”
“Out!” I scream at my now teary-eyed nanny. “Out right now!”
She passes by me, still mumbling apologies, and Luke stops her. “Go get in my car, love. I’ll drive you home.”
Through a sniffle, she says thank you.
I now whirl on him. “Excuse me, but whose side are you on?”
Now Luke openly chuckles at me and shakes his head. “Oh, dear Carrie, this isn’t about sides. This is about jealousy, pure and simple. I’m sure you’ll see that when you’ve had a chance to cool down.” He pats my hand. “Now, I’ll leave you and Jake alone. It seems you have some things to discuss.”
With that, he turns and walks down the stairs, following my terrified ex-nanny and leaving me with my mouth hanging open in shock.
I’ve been deserted by the two men I love most. But Dom Luke’s words also ring true in my head, and they sting. I am jealous and acting out because of it.
I turn back to Jake, who still lounges on the bed, looking entirely too smug, which pisses me off all the more. But before I can say a word he swings his long, muscular legs off the mattress and is in front of me in three quick strides.
He catches my wrists in his strong hands before I can slap his face. “Just one question,” he says, licking his lips and making me entirely too aware of the fact I was just as turned on by what I saw as I was enraged. “How come you can fuck whoever you want but I can’t?”
I pull my hands out of his grip and deliver that slap. His head swings to the side and the force of my blow leaves a red hand print, but he just chuckles.
He crosses his arms over his bare, burly chest. “You’ve got double standards, lady. Big time.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I spit out.
“It means you don’t play fair.” He presses his nose to mine and his voice is filled with low menace. “We’re not even a couple, so why should this bother you?”
I shrug, avoid his eyes and try to appear uncaring as I say, “If you want to screw Kaley, go for it. It doesn’t matter to me.”
This time his hands snake around my waist and press into the small of my back. “Oh, but I think it does.” His lips graze over mine and blood pounds hard in my ears. “I love you. Can’t you see that? Can’t you see that’s why I did what I did? To prove that you love me, too, or you wouldn’t have reacted the way you just did.”
His hands glide farther up my skin and I try to block out the heat his touch stirs in me. “No…” I shake my head, hating all the confused emotions and thoughts racing through my head. “Yes… The truth?” I look up into his brilliant green eyes and a lump forms in my throat. “I love you both and I don’t want to choose. There. Happy? Now you know.”
He looks disturbed by my admission, but then his face goes all determined hard lines. “Well you can’t have us both. Here, let me help you decide who you really want.”
He pulls me tighter against him and his hot, wet tongue glides over my lips. When I won’t open up for his kiss, he adds a tug of teeth and another flick of tongue. His hands move down to my ass and his wide palms mold to my cheeks as he presses me tighter to him. I can feel his cock stiffening against my lower belly. His hot erection brushes skin, making me moan and open up for him
Our kiss grows deep and raw. As he sucks my bottom lip he turns me and pins me to the wall. Breathy sighs escape me when he lets me have air. His fingers twine in my loose ponytail and yank the elastic band from my hair. He grabs fistfuls of my red locks as his tongue plunders my mouth.
My pussy throbs with the need to have him inside of me. When he draws me to the bed, still kissing me breathless and hands roaming over my heavy breasts, I don’t resist. I’m too lost in my lust to stop now. Release is all I think about.
He hurries as he undresses me, tearing buttons from my blouse and tugging my panties off along with my jeans. Before he unhooks my bra, he teases my nipples through the filmy lacy covering them, flicking his tongue over the tingling tips then sucking each one deep into his mouth. I hiss air through my teeth and arch up, trying to get closer to him.
He tastes every inch of my flesh, kissing and licking the sweat from my skin. He savors me as he moves lower, dipping his tongue into the shelllike divot near the bottom of my belly. I lift my hips high off the mattress and my fingers curl into his soft, short hair.
His tongue glides over my clit and my toes curl as a tingling unfurls there. He nudges the hood back with his thumb and laves this sensitive bud of flesh until I whimper and buck my groin up into his face, trying to access more of this delicious pleasure he has to give.
Fingers part my wet slit and stroke up and down, making me tug his hair harder. He teases my wet opening with his thumb, swirling circles over it and barely entering me. While he does this, he sucks my clit deep into his mouth and flicks his tongue back and forth over it. I’m so close to coming and I beg him to fuck me.
Smiling down at me, he glides his thick, hard cock up and down between my pussy lips. I try and arch up, bring him inside me, but he holds up a finger and shakes it.
“Not yet,” he says. “First you have to tell me who you really want, who you really love.”
I feel my face pinch in a frown of frustration as I shake my head at him. “I can’t.” My reply is a b
reathy pant I’m so needy with desire. “I want you both, love you both. Please don’t make me choose.”
His face becomes a hard granite façade of disapproval. “Not good enough.” He gets up off the bed, grabs a pair of jeans from a chair, and walks out of the room, leaving me horny as hell and on the brink of coming.
“Where are you going?” I shout after him.
“Giving you some time to think,” he calls back. “Giving myself some time to think.”
I grab a pillow and bite down hard on the fluffy material to keep myself from screaming. I’m so pissed and sexually frustrated I could easily break something. Stalking out of the apartment, I decide I’ll go bake some banana bread and try not to smash dishes.
***
A week later I find myself at Luke’s country estate. I’ve been to his home many times over the two months Jake and I have been working for him. Dom Luke tells me he’s rich, but not as rich as the top elites who own Surrender Inc. The Twelve, he calls them.
He lives on a small six acre estate, surrounded by a stone and wood fence. The place might be modest by a millionaire’s comparison but it’s palatial to me. The home is Tudor style with decorative half timbering around the front window that juts out and around two on either side of it. The larger window looms above an arched green pair of doors with old fashioned hinges. The steeply sloped roof has a false thatched look and prominent cross gables.
Right now, under a full summer moon, Dom Luke and I walk through the garden he keeps out back. He does a lot of the work himself, he tells me, but does employ a gardener.
“I often find myself out here with David.” He laughs. “This is my meditation.” He points to a row of foxgloves in hues of soft pink, light purple, and white.
We stop to sit on a stone bench with lions carves into its feet.
“Will Jake be joining us for our performance at Sanctuary?” He looks displeased, and I feel guilty about having to run to him yet again to tell him his other employee has run off in a temper tantrum.
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