I’m less than a foot from the end of the beam.
Some sweat drips from the end of my nose on to my lip. I lick it off and put one foot down gently in front of the other. Every muscle screams and strains from staving off the release I so desperately need, want. My stomach is so tight it hurts, but also helps to make the intense tingling spilling through my groin even stronger. I both want it and don’t want it, and this erotic war leaves me almost dizzy.
With a sigh, my toe touches the other end of the beam just as the other submissive reaches the end of his. We look up and give each other a smile of admiration as the crowd gives loud applause and Dom Luke walks up between us, smiling wide and appearing very pleased.
He stares at me with those ice blue eyes then turns them on my partner. “Now you can come. Hard.” He holds up a finger to indicate we can’t begin yet. “But you can’t touch yourself. You must let the toys and your mind do the job entirely.”
He steps back a bit and gives us the full attention of the crowd. We’re allowed to step off the beams and stand at the edge of our carpets made of flowers.
I’m not too annoyed about the no touching rule since I’m on the edge of an orgasm anyway. The dom at least removes the cock ring from the other sub so he can cum, and the dom gives him a quick, sensual hand job as he does so. He kisses the sub’s ear and takes his touch away before the submissive can ejaculate.
I close my eyes and focus inward now. The murmurs of the crowd stop and I become my body. I am the blood flowing through my veins. I am the air I take in my lungs. And I am the warm tingling unfurling from my sex and filling me with liquid heat.
The heat and pressure meet and burst, showering me with intense ecstasy. My every cell feels alive with bliss. I let out a loud moan that makes the crowd applaud. The orgasm shivers through my limbs and I nearly fall to my knees on the cobblestones beneath my feet.
Opposite me, the other submissive lets out a ragged groan and semen shoots high from his rosy, thick cock. The crowd signals their approval for him, too, as his shining glans jets more pearly spunk over the flowers near his feet and all across the cobblestones.
Our dom signals we should take a bow. He removes our sex toys and clamps, but then he gets between us and addresses the crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen, the performance is not over yet. May we present our encore.”
He strips naked and disconnects a silvery loop that had fastened our leads. Now he takes the ends of these chains attached to our collars and guides us toward a polished stone bench that forms a wreathe around the fountain’s statues. While we walk, he slowly reels us closer to him using our leashes.
When we’re so close our elbows brush, he says, “I’m going to make love to you both now, in the fountain. You’ve earned it.”
I almost protest that the fountain will be slippery, but if I do so I’ll be getting no sex and displeasing hundreds of people along with our dom. The thought makes me bite my tongue hard.
The water is cool around our feet. Our dom wastes no time and almost yanks us to the bench in his lust. The three of us touch under the chilly spray that jets from a cornucopia shaped horn the satyr plays. Lips close over my nipples, teeth tug at the stiffening tips, as my hands close around their hot, steely cocks. I pump my grip up and down, working them until they are rock hard.
Their hands close around my thighs, caressing as they spread them apart. Cold water contrasts with hot fingers gliding up and down my slit. I try not to slip off the water slickened bench as one continues to tease my nipples while the other traces circles over my swelling clitoris.
Their hands roam all over my skin, as do their mouths, teeth, and tongues. I feel adored by their touch, worshipped by their lust. Little moans escape me as one brings me to the brink of coming with his fingers, but stops moments before I find release. I give a disappointed scowl to the smirking dom, who commands I get up so he can slide underneath me.
He’s gentle as he nudges his glans into my tight ass. I concentrate on stretching for him, letting more of him inside of me. But always he keeps it slow and careful, making my pleasure his most important pursuit in that moment. When he’s gotten most of his shaft inside my anus, he pumps in and out slowly, rubbing my very sensitive g-spot just right. I’m soon gasping as he grips me tight against him.
My other lover stands between my legs and rains kisses up and down my skin, from ankle to knee and back again. The dom rubs my clit while he fucks my ass, getting me wet for the man who now plans to take my pussy.
Soon eight inches of hot cock slide deep into my sex. I moan as their hands and penises explore every inch of me. The cool touch of the water in between their scorching lovemaking causes a shiver to run through my skin. My g-spot is stimulated from front to back and the pressure soon bursts, making me cry out loudly as an intense orgasm makes me squirt and tremble between my adoring lovers.
They both cum not longer after, driving their shafts deep inside of me and spilling their seeds. I collapse into their arms as the water rushes over us, washing away our sweat and juices.
The dom bends over me. His almost breathless whisper tickles my ear. “Let’s go home, my lovers.”
***
My puzzlement grows the longer Dom Luke drives. Jake is in the front with him since he claimed shotgun before I could. A tiny smirk hovers at the corners of his lips and it smacks of conspiracy.
“Where are we going?” I lean over the front seat. “This isn’t the way home.”
“It is,” Dom Luke says, keeping his eyes firmly on the twisting pavement ahead. “It’s the way to my home, now our home.”
“Excuse me?” I frown up at him in the rearview mirror.
“The boys are already there,” he tells me calmly as he takes another sharp turn. “In their new rooms.” Luke casts a sympathetic glance into the rearview. “I know I’ve taken liberties, love, and I know all about you gingers and your stubborn pride.”
For this, I slap him smartly on the shoulder.
He chuckles. “But please forgive me. Jake and I have been conspiring together.”
I was right! I think.
Dom Luke sighs and looks at Jake. Jake casts a sheepish grin over his shoulder at me.
“I deserve an explanation,” I tell him.
He turns forward, rubs a hand over his short red hair. “Ever since I left and moved in with Kaley… Well, Luke and I have been talking.”
I raise an eyebrow. “About?”
He looks back, frowns in frustration, looks ahead. “About a lot of things.” A pause, and then. “At first, he pissed me off. He wouldn’t quit calling Kaley’s, coming by to see me. I even threatened a restraining order.”
Dom Luke simply laughs at this.
“But this guy doesn’t give up on people so easily.” His voice softens and he points a thumb in Luke’s direction. “He listened to me when … when I told him I’d always known, deep down, that I was bisexual. But I hid it from everyone, hid it from myself.” He gives a bitter scoff and shrugs. “You knew my family, Carrie. You can understand, I’m sure, why I didn’t tell them.”
I reach over the back of the seat and squeeze his shoulder.
“Mom and Dad? Well, they would’ve come to accept it with time, I think. But you know Gran and Gramps Faulkner would’ve disowned me, or worse. I didn’t want to go through that, put Mom or Dad or my brothers through it.” Another long pause, then softer. “Hell, I was a coward all those years, I know. Luke got me to admit who I really am.”
Luke waves a hand and speaks in an overly theatrical tone to lighten the mood. “And then we concocted this wild scheme to move you and the children, along with Jake here, into my mansion. Yes, I’m conspiring to make you all my family. I know. I’m a truly evil man.” He finishes off with an exaggerated cackle.
I’m stunned speechless. Words try to form but my awe overwhelms them and pops each one like a soap bubble. From penniless mother to well paid mistress and lover of two men in less than three months. It isn’t Cinderella exactly,
but it’s a happy ending I’m satisfied with. Beyond belief.
We pull up to the front of his country home and I still haven’t said a word. As he opens the door and offers to take my hand, Dom Luke studies my face.
“The children are upstairs in their new beds.” There is an edge of worry to his voice. “If you’re truly displeased, you can take them and—”
As Jake moves closer to us, I press a finger to Luke’s lips. “No, I’m…” Tears itch at the back of my eyes and a lump threatens to choke away my words. “I’m happy. Happier than I’ve been in a long time.”
He swoops me up in his arms and kisses me soundly. I loop an arm around Jake’s waist and draw him nearer. “Let’s go check on the kids.”
We patter up the wide, sprawling staircase and head to our left. Dom Luke and Jake lead me to a room as big as Jake’s old apartment above my garage. The soft light from the hall floods in and I see Preston curled up in a huge bed shaped like a hockey rink.
“They were so excited to tell you,” Jake whispers as Luke softly shuts the door. “But I told them they’d have to wait until morning.”
I kiss his cheek and take his hand as Dom Luke leads us to a door partly open to our left. A soft light spills from within.
“Michael is still up painting, I see,” Luke tells me with a smile. “I think he wanted to make sure he saw you before he fell asleep.”
My mouth gapes open. “How did you do this all in one night?”
Luke looks positively pleased with himself. “Well, Jake and I have been fixing and furnishing the rooms for a while now. But moving all your stuff here in under twenty four hours?” He winks. “Let’s just say I’m more connected than Santa Claus.”
I shake my head at him and chuckle as we move closer to Michael’s room. Just as I reach out for the door, it opens and a young blonde woman walks out. I see Michael slumbering before she snicks the light off.
“Kaley!” I stumble back in surprise.
Her eyes go wide. “Oh, Mrs. Brannigan! I—”
Dom swoops in between us. “Kaley was looking after the kids while we were working. I’ve rehired her, also.”
My mouth slaps open and shut like a fish. “But what about Mrs. Granger? She’s on a pension, and that money was helping her pay her mortgage.” Then I glance between Kaley and Jake and narrow my eyes. “And what about you two?”
In unison, they say, “We’re not together.”
Jake looks at Kaley. Kaley looks at Jake.
“If you don’t explain to her, I’ll have to do it.” When they don’t say anything, Dom at least explains he’s taken care of Mrs. Granger. “Edith will still be compensated. She’s going to take care of the children on weekends.”
I’m relieved to hear this, but it still doesn’t explain about Kaley and Jake. I stare at them both, waiting to hear more.
Kaley glares at Jake. “He was just using me to get back at you. There’s nothing there, trust me.” She uses hand gestures and wide eyes to add emphasis to her words. “It was just a fling.”
Jake casts her a sheepish, sympathetic glance. “I’m sorry, Kaley. I really am.” Then he clears his throat and turns to me. “What I told you that day you caught us was true. I wanted you to be jealous because I love you, wanted you to know how it felt when I watched you fuck someone else.” He flicks his gaze Luke’s way briefly. “But that’s all changed now.” The he looks at Kaley again. “I shouldn’t have hurt you. Shouldn’t have used you that way.”
The young woman is tearful as she gives him a quick hug. “I forgive you. It’s in the past now. Let’s forget it.”
She moves away but I put a hand on her shoulder and stop her. When she turns, her eyes look nervous yet hopeful.
“I’m sorry I … did what I did with him in your house,” she says before I can speak. “I worked there. It wasn’t right. You had every reason to be angry with me.”
“I still shouldn’t have fired you,” I tell her. “You’re great with the kids and you never did anything with Jake while they were home. Let’s call it even.” I hold out my hand, but the exuberant little blonde wraps me in a tiny hug instead. Then she says goodnight and moves out of the hall.
My two men take my hands and Dom Luke says, “Let’s show you our bedroom, now.”
They lead me much farther down the hall, and while we walk I steal glimpses at the two men. I think how I have a perfect life, a perfect family. Something I never really expected, especially two men who I love and are in love with me.
And when Dom Luke opens the door and shows me our massive king sized bed draped in fine satin sheets, I think about how we won’t be sleeping anytime soon.
***
Bonus Story: Surrender Ever After
10 Years Later
“I still say he’s too young to get married,” Dom Luke teases me as he and I and Jake make our way down the aisle set up in his expansive garden. “But we all like Emily, so I won’t protest further.”
I chuckle and playfully swat at my life partner as I take a seat in the front row on the groom’s side. “Behave,” I warn him, before he and Jake move off to stand as Michael’s best men.
My oldest son Michael is only twenty-two, but already he’s a successful graphic designer with a large publishing house in New York City. His goal is to have his own design firm before thirty and I know he’ll do it. He met his bride-to-be, Emily, at the publishing house. She’s an acquisitions editor there.
At first the three of us—myself, Jake, and Luke—had some concerns about Michael getting married so young, and to a woman ten years older than him. I worried they’d grow apart too quickly and the marriage would soon end due to the age difference. Luke worried about Michael not “sowing enough wild oats before he settled down” as he put it, and Jake worried about our sweet little boy with puppy dog eyes getting his heart broken.
“Everyone takes that risk,” Michael had told Jake first, as he addressed all our concerns one morning over breakfast at the country estate. “Getting their heart broken.” He shrugged and gave his small, lopsided smile. “I’m willing to take the chance. I love Emily.” Then he’d turned to Luke, his grin widening. “And don’t worry, Dad No. 2, I’ve sowed all my wild oats.” Then his warm brown eyes met mine. “Mom, we won’t grow apart. Emily and I have a ton in common. And her temper reminds me of you.”
I shook my head at him and told him to eat his toast.
Really, how could we judge the boy? Or hold him back from his happiness? We couldn’t. After all, ten years ago I found myself with two husbands and a new life that was less than traditional. Everything worked out wonderfully for us, so why couldn’t it work out just as great for our son?
Ten years. I get up from my chair and move to the archway at the end of the aisle that’s laden with white and pale pink roses, pondering my unconventional marriage as I do so. Technically speaking, Jake and I are the only ones married, since polyamorous marriages are not recognized by law. But we both also shared a bonding ceremony with our Dom Luke three weeks after we moved into the country estate with him.
I gather up Emily’s train and help the bridesmaids and matron of honor hold it as she walks down the aisle. She casts a big smile over her shoulder and thanks us.
Jake officially adopted both of my boys and Dom Luke became their Dad No. 2. That’s what the boys started to call him after they learned their mother had two husbands. It took them a little while to adjust, but their new fathers showered them with love and attention, making the transition easy. Now, I want to give the same trust and love back to Michael and his new bride.
The day is beautiful and warm. A perfect early afternoon for a summer wedding in a garden. Luke’s roses are in full bloom, along with his foxgloves, chrysanthemums, and the many types of flowers he grows. A velvety carpet of pale pink has been rolled out to line the aisle, and white chairs line either side of it. These are now filled with guests of the bride and groom. A woman plucks a golden harp as we draw nearer to where my sons and husbands wait w
ith a smiling Justice of the Peace. My men all look very handsome in their black tuxedos.
Preston gives me a thumbs up, and I notice him tapping the toe of his polished black shoe. The poor kid must be itching to get out of what he calls a monkey suit. He’s far more at home in an ice rink, laced up in his skates and sailing toward the goalie to score another goal. He’s become a much sought after hockey player, and I couldn’t be more proud of my eighteen year old. My youngest. Hard to believe he, too, is all grown up. The freckles have all but gone from his still boyish face. There are rumors he’ll be drafted by the Toronto Maple Leafs and odds are they’ll take the cup this year.
I never believed fairy tales could come true in real life, and I’d all but given up on miracles when Jake and I met Dom Luke Wesley ten years ago. Now, here I am feeling like a queen who’s been given a happily ever after. Gratitude warms my heart, along with love for all my men.
Once the ceremony is over, we head into the sprawling country estate for the reception. Before they join us, Preston and Jake both head to their respective rooms to shed their tuxedos.
Emily drifts over to me in her off-shoulder, crème colored gown. Her tight ebony curls are gathered up in a top knot that’s began to loosen as she’s jostled around the crowd of people who congratulate her and Michael. She looks absolutely radiant.
“Thank you again for all your help with the planning,” she says, then gives me and Luke a hug.
“You’re so very welcome, sweetie,” I say before planting a kiss on her cheek. “The cake was delicious and gorgeous. I have to go compliment your father.” Emily’s dad is a renowned pastry chef who owns his own catering business in New York. He made her a one of a kind cake that looked like an elegant wedding dress. Emily told me she hated to cut into it, and I can see why.
As the reception winds down and Emily and Michael head off on their honeymoon in Aruba, a nostalgic sadness settles into my heart. I’m glad my boys are happy, successful, all grown up, but watching my oldest get married makes me reflect on just how grown up they are. My little boys have turned into men, and it seems like it all happened in a blink of an eye instead of over the span of two decades. Preston waves goodbye also as he heads out to a party with some of his teammates.
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