“Maya, I need to see you in my office.” His stony face gives nothing away, and my stomach tightens.
Is this it? The day he lets me go to make room for another woman in their lives? My heart clenches as I think of the extended family I’m about to lose. Anger fills me too. How can he and Sawyer discard me so easily when they’ve embedded themselves so deeply into my being? I’m a fool, I realize, to think this job was anything more than that.
“Of course.” I finally find my words as I fight off tears. “I’ll just finish up with Shanae and I’ll be right down.”
He nods, bends down to give his teen daughter a swift kiss atop the head, then leaves the room.
Shanae looks after him then looks at me. She gives a knowing smile that makes me focus on the lesson plan rather than meet her gaze.
“Go on,” she says as she walks up to my desk and places a hand on my shoulder. “I know you’re dying to talk to your boyfriend.” A girlish giggle bubbles up from her throat.
My head snaps up and I try to give her an innocent gaze. “Boyfriend? What’re you talking about, Shanae.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “You and my dads might think I’m still a kid, but I’m not dumb, Maya.” She smiles a sweet, sincere smile. “I know you love them. So go. I got my homework assignment. I’m good.”
With that, she picks up her books, flashes another smirk over her shoulder at me, and then exits the room. “See you tomorrow, teach.”
Grinning after her, I shake my head. The girl sees way too much. More than I want her to. A shaky sigh escapes my lips and my chest tightens with the impending loss that’s to come. I’m going to miss the kids as much as I’ll miss their two fathers.
I waste no time making my way down to Isaiah’s office. He’s just finishing up some business on his tablet computer when I enter.
“Please, sit.” He gestures to a chair in front of his desk.
I fold my skirt beneath my legs and do as he bids.
He tents his fingers and places his chin on top, regarding me with that all seeing stare that makes me shiver. “Are you happy working here, Maya?”
Here it comes, I think. Still I feign ignorance. “Yes, very much. You, Sawyer, and the children have become like a second family to me.” An embarrassed blush creeps into my cheeks from this confession.
He smiles at this. “We’re all very fond of you, too.” He gets up from his chair and strolls around to the front of the desk. His six-foot-four intimidating frame towers over me. “How’s your brother and his family doing?”
I glance up at him. “They’re great. Actually, my brother just won the lottery. Can you believe it? 8 million bucks. He and Patty and the kids are set for life. His medical bills will never be a worry again.”
There, I think, I’ve given him an out. He knows I don’t need the money this job brings in anymore. He can set me free with a clear conscience and he and Sawyer can be with their new love.
But instead of looking relieved, his face knits in obvious concern. I’m bewildered by his reaction but say nothing.
“That’s wonderful news,” he says, then begins to walk from the desk toward a wall filled with pictures of him, Sawyer, Rachel, and the kids. “I suppose this means you’re worry free also.”
My heart beats harder, anticipating the killing blow. “Yes, I suppose it does.”
He keeps his back to me, staring at the picture. “Maya … your big performance is coming up inside Surrender Sanctuary. How do you feel about that?”
I resist the urge to tease him about how Freudian he sounds. “I’m confident I’ll do well with you and Sawyer there. You’ve taught me so much and I’m grateful. I’m looking forward to it.”
He turns back to me, smiling once more. “I’m glad to hear it.” Swiftly, he moves toward my chair and kneels down in front of me. “Sawyer and I have a surprise planned for you after the performance.” He brushes a strand of chestnut hair from my shoulder. “That is, if you’re a good girl.” The lusty tone his voice takes on spreads heat through my lower belly and into my sex.
“I can’t wait to find out what it is.” My words are shaky.
He kisses my temple as he stands up. “Take the rest of the afternoon off. Go enjoy yourself.”
“Thank you.” I get up from the chair and make my way briskly from the office, hoping to hide from him the tears that blur my vision.
***
As Ethan and I leave our history class, I blurt the question I’ve wanted to ask him all day. “Hey, I need a huge favor. Can my best pal help me out?”
He gives me a curious expression. “Depends on the favor.”
I bite my lip, try to quell the butterflies in my stomach. “Could you fill in for me with Isaiah and Sawyer? It’s only for a couple days. I don’t want to leave the kids with no nanny.”
His golden blond eyebrows shoot up. “Really? What’s up?”
I swallow and put on my bluff face. “Oh, nothing. I just want some extra time to cram for mid-terms. And I know you’ve got a photographic memory, so you’ll whiz through our exams. Me? I need all the studying I can get.”
He grins. “Right, Ms. 3.94 GPA. Sure, Tom and I could use the cash. I’ll do it. No problem.”
“Thanks a bunch.” I lean over and kiss my best buddy on the cheek as we walk toward the college entrance. “I owe you again.”
He waves me off. “Buy me lunch and we’ll call it even. When do you need me to start?”
I think about this weekend. Tomorrow night is my big performance inside Surrender Sanctuary, the crème de la crème of Surrender Inc.’s resorts. A BDSM and sex club franchise that caters to elites and anyone who can pay to make their fantasies come true inside Surrender’s walls.
Isaiah said he and Sawyer had a surprise planned for me after the performance, but I intend to be the one who surprises them. I can’t bear to hear the words, the confirmation, that they’re letting me go and giving their love to another. So I plan on quietly slipping out of their life forever.
“Could you come in for Saturday morning? I know it’s the weekend, but…”
“Sure, I can do that,” Ethan says, relieving my buzzing nerves. “Tom is away on business this weekend, so it’ll give me something better to do than eat too much chocolate and watch old Match Game reruns.”
I giggle at my friend’s love of the old 70s version of this kitschy game show. “Thanks again, Ethan. Now, let me buy you that lunch.”
***
Isaiah and Sawyer help me put the kids to bed and then we prepare for our trip to Surrender Sanctuary. I take my time getting ready in my bedroom, sliding into fishnet stockings with scalloped edges, stacked stilettos with a velvety finish and a bow accented with diamonds, and a red corset with a lacy black overlay. My outfit is finished off by a black lacy thong and elbow length black satin gloves. I gather my hair in a high chignon and create long spiral curls around my face. After I finish doing my makeup—smoky eyes and classic red lipstick—I sit back to admire the outcome. I look like a sultry queen, and a mixture of elation and sadness fill my chest. Elation over the beauty before me and the excitement of the night ahead. Sadness over knowing this is the end of my love affair with two wonderful men I adore.
A firm knock rouses me from my musing. “Come in,” I say, clearing my throat to rid my voice of a slight squeak.
Isaiah enters, followed by Sawyer. They both drip raw, powerful sex appeal. Clad in black leather pants and thick soled black boots, they look dangerous and appealing. Silky black blazers hide their bare, muscled chests until we perform. Isaiah’s long brown hair falls down around his shoulders and the light catches the paler brown streaks in his mane. Sawyer sandy brown, short spikes gleam and his deep brown eyes shimmer with excitement.
“You look stunning, mistress,” Isaiah says, his deep voice made deeper by desire.
“You’ll be the most beautiful woman there,” Sawyer adds. A slight rasp to his words give away his awe.
I blush, pleased by their admiration. Making t
hem happy in any way makes me happy.
“Let’s get going.” Isaiah takes my cape from the chair in front of my dresser and drapes it over my shoulders. “We don’t want to be late for your debut at Surrender Sanctuary.”
The two men lead me down the staircase and into the grand foyer, then out the door and into the back of a limousine. The car is luxurious, and Isaiah uncorks a bottle of champagne as the driver steers us out of the mansion’s main gate.
“Only one drink to celebrate.” He hands me and Sawyer a flute glass each. “We can have one more each at Sanctuary, but no more.”
I nod, remembering the rules about alcohol before a scene. Both my doms have strict regulations about this. A submissive must be in possession of their full faculties before a performance. This is to ensure their true consent. An inebriated sub cannot truly agree to anything. A clear mind is crucial.
The limousine whisks us inside the spacious grounds of the Surrender Sanctuary resort. It reminds me of an old plantation mansion, with its looming white columns, peaked roof, and verandas lining most of the upper floor windows. The grounds are well manicured and breathtaking in their shades of variegated greenery.
We move through a pair of massive, white doors, into a spacious foyer carpeted in crimson. The black and white checkerboard floor compliments the pristine white walls nicely, and I let myself soak in the sumptuous atmosphere as we check in. A young woman with cat shaped eyes of emerald green greets us warmly and punches our names into a computer. She wears a leather collar wreathed in silver rings.
Isaiah and Sawyer lead me up a wide staircase and then we turn left and enter a long corridor lined by doors. At the very end, there are more stairs leading down to an atrium that is curved in a semi-circle. Large doors line its back wall, and it is toward one of these that my doms now guide me.
The room is huge and sprawling. Breath catches in my throat and my chest seizes in fear as I scan the rows of seats upholstered in red velvet that lead up to a raised platform at the front. This platform has been furnished with a set that looks like a lavish boudoir plucked out of French Colonial times.. Silky sheets embroidered with flowers are tucked beneath a mountain of satin pillows. To the left of the bed sits a dressing table with elaborate curved legs and a oval mirror wreathed by an ornately scalloped frame. A silver brush and comb rest next to a pewter powder tin. There is even a white armoire accented by pale pink roses painted near the center of its two doors. A faux window stands at one end of the platform, draped in crème sheers.
My doms lead me up onto the platform as I soak in this finery. A murmur drifts to my ears as I survey the sumptuous fake bedroom, and I turn to see a crowd of masked guests dressed in expensive finery milling in. I clutch at the cameo choker I wear and try not to panic as they take their seats.
“They’ll hear and see everything,” Sawyer points out where microphones and tiny cameras are secreted in the room. “And, tonight, they will touch your beauty with us.”
Fear flares in my stomach along with the thrill of desire. The men have prepared me earlier for what will happen. I will be a living exhibit and also an interactive one.
The doms lead me to the bed and I crawl up onto this sea of softness. I place my wrists near the railings lining the headboard when they instruct me to do so. Silver handcuffs snick closed and kiss my skin with a cool grip. Then the remaining cuffs are fasten to the bed’s railings. I lay prone atop the pillows and wait for our performance to begin.
“Welcome to Mistress M’s debut,” Isaiah addresses the crowd and they applaud. He waits for their clapping to die down then continues, “Tonight you will participate in our scene. We will take our submissive to the limits of orgasm denial, and we’ll add a dash of pain to keep things interesting.”
A murmur wafts through the crowd and I feed off their excitement. My heartbeat thunders in my ears. I close my eyes and focus on breathing deeply, keeping calm.
“Please approach the submissive,” Isaiah says. “Dom S will direct you.”
I lift my head off the pillows just a bit. Enough to see Sawyer walk toward the crowd and pick a handful of people to approach me, touch me. A thrill runs through my body, raising goose bumps across my flesh.
While the people walk up onto the platform, Isaiah approaches and tugs my corset down, exposing my breasts. His roguish smile sparks lust between my legs. Liquid heat flows out, making my clit and lower belly tingle. The cool air makes my aureoles pucker and my nipples harden.
A woman wearing a feathered mask is first to approach the bed. Sawyer stands back as her slender fingers skims over my collar bone. She leans toward Isaiah and whispers something. Moments later, he leaves the side of the bed and returns with a royal blue feather, which he hands to her. She traces its downy tip over my breasts, lets it flutter over my nipples. Arousal zips from these taut buds straight to my pussy. Wetness seeps from within and my folds grow slick.
The feather trails lower, gliding over my corset to tease my skin at the edge of the frilled hem. The masked woman tugs at my nipples with white-gloved fingers. She pinches the tips until they’re so hard they ache. I struggle to fight back a moan that crawls up my throat. When she flits the feather over my sex, sensation shudders through me, nearly making me arch my hips up into her strokes. But I internalize the wonderful feelings, keeping statue still atop the silky sheets.
Two men and another woman join her. They, too, are masked and clad in expensive evening wear. One man glides strong hands up my stocking. He slips fingers under its scalloped edge and peels the material down my thigh, over my calf. Then he raises my leg off the bed and peppers my skin with delicate kisses from calf to ankle. His tongue flits out and traces the arch of my foot. I almost squeal as it tickles and titillates, but instead I bite my lip hard and groan in my mind.
The other woman crawls up on the bed with me, placing herself between my legs. She flits her fingers over the lacy front of my thong, just grazing my clit and making my sex tingle until it becomes exquisite torture. Desire and intense need for release sears my every nerve.
Lips and tongues close around my nipples. I hiss air between my teeth, but still manage to maintain control of my reactions. Thankfully my doms don’t punish me for this minor outburst. One of them buries his hand in my hair and loosens my chignon, shaking out my curls until my locks pool around my face and shoulders. Then he traps my mouth in a savage, lusty kiss that leaves me breathless. My mind explodes from this all-out pleasure assault, but I keep my body as still as possible and remain silent, while inside I’m thrashing and screaming for a climax. The applause of the remaining crowd drifts into my ears, but my head rings from my efforts to please my doms, so the sound only reaches me faintly.
A distant hum precedes vibration through my sex. The woman between my legs presses a small vibrator against my panties and teases my clit through the flimsy fabric. Now awash in erotic sensation, my control slips and I let out a moan before I can stop myself.
All pleasure ceases and the people surrounding me scurry back to let my doms approach.
One towers over me, glowering in his disapproval. “Not until we allow it, mistress.”
I close my eyes, shamed I’ve displeased him.
He raises my legs up and sweeps a paddle over my buttocks. “Only a minor outburst, so three strikes should teach you.”
The paddle rears back and then meets my cheeks with a sharp crack. I bite my lip to keep from crying out. Another slap follows, and then another. I breathe hard through my nose, clench my teeth, but I manage to keep my cries internal.
He smiles in approval when finished. “Very good, mistress.” Then he leans over and kisses my forehead, which is beaded with sweat from exertion.
The hands, lips, tongues, and vibrator return, pleasuring my body until I almost shatter from the extreme ecstasy. I work hard to hold off my orgasm until my doms tell me I may come. My wispy thong is torn away and the vibrator presses into my clit, sending my bliss soaring. I curl my toes to keep from bucking my hi
ps upward.
The vibrator teases between my wet labia, tracing up and down, up and down. My breathing grows more rapid and it takes all my will not to climax. Then the tiny toy slips inside of me and the vibration increases in speed. A hot, wet tongue laps at my clit. I squeeze my eyes shut and fist my hands in their cuffs, hoping they’ll let me come soon. The tongue pokes beneath the hood of my clitoris, flitting rapid over the swollen nub. I may soon go mad if I don’t get release.
“Are you ready to come, mistress?” one of my doms whispers in my ear. “Ready to orgasm like you never have before?”
“Yesss, sir.” My voice is raspy with need.
“Then you may come,” he says, granting me relief. “But not until I’m deep inside of you.”
He moves up onto the bed, taking the place of the woman who played between my legs. My other dom nears my head and then straddles my face. His thick cock is free and his naked skin gleams. While the dom between my legs slides his meaty glans inside of me, after slipping on a condom, the dom above me nudges his glistening penis between my lips. I suck on its head greedily as my other lover thrusts slow and sensuous inside of me. He places the vibrator against my clit once more as he fucks me, and in moments the orgasm explodes deep inside of me, leaving me shattered and writhing atop the bed as I moan around the cock I suck.
Greedily I lap beneath his glans while my dom pumps in and out of me, rubbing my already sensitive g-spot until another sublime pressure builds within. I take my other dom’s cock deep into my mouth, swishing my tongue back and forth over the ramrod hard shaft as I climb toward another orgasm. Hands roam over my breasts, fingers pluck at my nipples and a tongue curls around one as my doms fuck my pussy and face. Soon I climax so intense I ejaculate. My cunt walls clamp tight around his penis and juices gush from inside me. My lover buries his penis deep in my mouth until it grazes the back of my throat and he comes with me, shooting his seed down my throat. The dom still thrusting into my sex lets out a cry and he comes moments after us.
Sweating and shaking, my eyes flutter closed as hands, lips, tongues, and cocks all leave me. For a moment, I feel empty though satisfied. Then my two doms draw near with warm, wet face cloths. They wipe me clean while the crowd erupts in cheers and applause. I smile, feeling more cherished then I have ever felt in my life. But tears fall, too. Tears of joy and pain. For as much as I relish this successful performance, I know it will be my last.
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