by Vera Roberts
“No, not you. Like, dating is so hard now. It used to be a guy would want to pick you and take you to a dinner and a movie. Nowadays, they just wanna play XBOX and act like you’re one of the homies.” Mariana shook her head. “Like whatever happened to being wined and dined? Hell, just take me to Del Taco; I’ll be happy with that.”
Scott chuckled. “What’s the nicest restaurant you’ve ever been to?”
“Hmm…” Mariana pondered for a moment. “I think it was when my dad took us out to a steak house to celebrate my mom’s birthday. I don’t remember what it was. It was somewhere in San Diego. It was pretty expensive.”
“What about you and a date?” He inquired.
“P.F. Chang’s.” She nodded.
Scott wanted to laugh but he thought about her feelings. She deserved so much more than overpriced Chinese food. “What else?”
“Um, that’s about it,” Mariana shrugged. “I don’t really date anyone who can afford me.”
Scott chuckled. “You’re that expensive?”
She loved hearing the low rumble of his laughter and the immediate sensation it caused within her. It was like if she suddenly walked down the freezer section at the grocery store. “I like nice things,” Mariana shyly clarified. “And me liking nice things is the reason why I ran up my credit card debt and I’m currently cleaning your house.”
“A woman should always be spoiled,” Scott leaned against his dresser drawer, “it takes a certain type of man to spoil a woman the way she needs to be.”
“See, that’s what I’m talking about!” Mariana gesticulated. She briefly wondered what type of boyfriend would Scott be. “I want a man to spoil me and give me whatever I want but keep me in line when I need it. Not giving me orders but hmm….what’s the term I’m looking for…”
“Direction?” He answered.
“Yeah, that’s it! Direction!” She smiled. “A man who spoils me but gives me direction.”
Mariana sounded like a true submissive who didn’t know her power and what she wanted. It made sense why Mistress chose her for Scott. Now he needed to bide his time. “You deserve the very best, Mari.”
She loved the way her nickname sounded on his tongue. It rolled off like candy. She briefly wondered how it sounded when she would be beneath him. Mariana shook her head to relieve the thoughts and was briefly distracted when she saw a Mercedes pull up to the home. “You have a visitor, Scott.” She pointed behind him.
Scott turned around and saw Nick getting out of the car. “My friend from New York is here. He’ll be staying with me for a couple of days. I’ll introduce you in just a minute.” He left the bedroom.
Mariana watched Nick remove his luggage from the car and felt her breath caught in her lungs. Of course, his fine ass would have equally fine-ass friends. She shook her head again knowing that Scott was out of her league.
She began to put away his laundry when something fell in the closet. She turned around and saw a small bag had toppled over. It had handcuffs, a riding crop, and a blindfold. Mariana knew enough about kink to not wonder what she was looking at. She did wonder what else was Scott keeping from her.
She was determined one day when she knew he wouldn’t be home, she was going to venture into that top drawer.
****
"How was your flight?” Scott asked his best friend.
“Uneventful,” Nick shrugged, “first-class travel is nice, by the way. I appreciate the upgrade.”
“Well, you’re doing me a favor so I need to do one for you.” Scott mentioned. “Going to see Kieran at all?”
“Yeah, I’m going to stop by and see his new day care. He was always the sensitive one out of us and it’s not a surprise he opened the day care, honestly.” Nick smiled. “I’m proud of him, though. Army vet, came back home in one piece, and started his own business. Can’t get a bigger blessing than that.”
“Amen to that.” Scott replied just as Mariana stepped out.
“I’m almost finished inside. I just need to put away the supplies and I’ll be done.” She smiled.
“Thanks, Mari. I appreciate it.” Scott waved before she popped back inside the home.
“So,” Nick turned towards his friend, “who’s that?”
“Mariana?” Scott questioned.
“Yeah,” Nick smiled, “what’s her deal?”
“She’s just my maid, that’s all.” Scott shrugged.
“Not fucking her?”
“Not fucking her.”
“So,” Nick leaned back on his rental Mercedes, “that means she’s available?”
Scott shook his head. “I wouldn’t say that.”
“Does she have a boyfriend?”
I am very much single, Scott silently recalled Mariana’s words to him. “Not that I’m aware of.”
“So she’s available?" Nick stated.
Scott quieted his jealousy with a small breath. “I wouldn’t say that.”
“Because you’re interested in her?” Nick prodded.
Scott narrowed his eyes at Nick. “Why are you so interested in fucking my maid?”
“Why are you so interested that I don’t?” Nick approached his best friend. “That’s the one Mistress picked out for you?”
“That’s the one.”
“And you’re hesitating because of her age?” Nick questioned.
“It’s more than her age. I’m not sure if she’s into the Lifestyle.” Scott replied. Mariana sounded like she could be a great submissive but Krista proved just because a woman is into occasional kinky sex, it doesn’t mean she wanted to be a full-time submissive.
“With a body and face like that, I think that’s a small detail.”
“She’s a good girl, Nick.” Scott replied. “She’s like Stacey and Whitney.”
“She may be a good girl but I don’t think there’s anyone like Stacey and Whitney.” Nick argued. “But with her? I wouldn’t mind making room for a third.”
“Hell, no.” Scott blurted.
Nick smiled ant turned to his friend. “Is there something you want to tell me, Scott?”
Scott shrugged. “No.”
“You like her, don’t you?”
“I think we’ve already established that.”
“And you don’t want me talking to Mariana…”
“I didn’t say I didn’t want you to talk to her,” Scott corrected, “I just don’t want you doing anything more than that.”
There was a sparkle in Nick’s eyes and a slow smile appeared on his face. “Just say it.”
“Say what?’
“You know what…” Nick had a smug grin on his face. “…Just admit it. You’re already thinking it.”
“Admit what?” Scott asked. “I really have no idea what the hell you’re talking about.”
“You and I both know that if I had one night with Mariana, she wouldn’t know who you are the next day.” Nick smiled, his blue eyes twinkling in the California sun. “So, I just need you to admit it to me. That’s all.”
“Bullshit,” Scott dismissed him.
“Oh?” Nick picked up his bags. He walked carefully to Scott’s front door and turned around to face his best friend. “Oh, Mariana? Could you help me with something, sweetheart?”
“I’ll be right out!” Mariana answered.
Nick smiled and strutted inside the home. “Nick…Nick!” Scott called after him.
Seven
Krista almost didn’t want to return back to New York.
The last few days in Los Angeles had been a dream come true. She was chauffeured everywhere she went and was treated like royalty by strangers. When she returned home to Scott, he acted like a pseudo-boyfriend when they weren’t in a scene. They talked about a variety of topics, snuggled while watching a movie, and even cuddled in bed together.
He was going to make the perfect boyfriend for someone one day. She hoped his submissive would be perfect for him.
Tonight was the big night and she was more nervous than excited. Sir warned her that Saint Nick
wouldn’t penetrate her but she wondered what He was going to do instead. Her mind went a mile a minute as she thought of the various implements He would probably use on her. Was He going to have her deep throat Him again? Was He going to watch as she deep throat Sir?
So many possibilities!
She entered Sir’s home and made her way to the master bedroom so she could shower and prepare for that night’s scene. She heard the shower running and it stopped, followed by footprints. She wondered who was going to greet her and was pleasantly surprised to see who it was.
“When did you arrive, Master?”
“Just a short while ago,” Nick dried off and wrapped the towel around his waist, displaying his washboard abs on display, “how was your spa day, sugar?”
“It was very nice, Master. This girl really thanks You and Sir for treating her so nicely this past month.” Krista smiled.
“I’m glad. I’m glad you’re here now. I need to speak with you privately.” Nick sat down and Krista sat next to Him.
“Yes, Sir?”
“Faith followed you the other night,” Nick cut to the chase, “she knows you were at my building.”
“She what?” Krista was mortified. “How do you know this?”
“She told me,” Nick casually shrugged, “she wanted to know if I knew who you were seeing and what you were up to.”
Krista loved her best friend like a sister but she was really pissed off at her. There was concern and there was just being nosy. “What did you tell her, Sir?”
“I did something I don’t like to do and I hate it when other people do it. I lied.” He began. “But not for you. For Me.”
Krista was confused. Nick had the prime opportunity to reveal what was going on between them and He chose not to say a word to protect Him, not her. “I don’t understand, Sir.”
“When you choose to keep something private, those close to you should respect you enough to honor that fact. They may not like it, but it’s not about them. It’s about you. Everyone doesn’t need to know everything about everyone. Some things are better left unsaid and not known. I chose to keep what I do private because I don’t want the endless questions and comic fodder from My brothers. Even if they were in the Lifestyle, they couldn’t possibly understand WIITWD – what it is that we do.
“I don’t like gossip. I don’t care to know what was going on between who, where, when, and why. Most people when they hear gossip, they’re hearing a watered-down version of events. Only those present and involved know the full truth of everything. When you want to know something about another person, most of the time it’s not because you truly care but rather, you’re nosy and you mask it for sincerity. We all do it.”
“I don’t understand, Sir.” Krista replied. “You could’ve told them everything and You didn’t. Even if You told them what I did with Master Roman and left You out of it, they would’ve believed You.”
“They could’ve but how is that fair to you? How is Me betraying you beneficial to Me?” He asked. “It’s not. When you began submitting to Us, the goal was to make you a better person overall. It was not to shame you or demean you. We knew early on you weren’t going to be a full-time submissive and We’ve treat you as such. But it does not give Us the right to disrespect you or humiliate you in any way. We both were raised better than that.”
Krista felt her eyes water and quickly wiped away the falling tears. “I-I-I don’t know what to say, Sir, but thank you.”
“Come here,” Nick pulled her in for a long embrace, “I’m very proud of you, sugar, and I hope you will remember this time as something that benefitted you in many ways. I hope you will keep up the progress you’ve made with your weight loss and your overall outlook on life. I know it wasn’t easy for you and you came through with flying colors.”
Krista let out a hard sigh and softly cried into Nick’s chest. “Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re very welcome.”
****
Krista truly enjoyed the banter between her Masters. They were around the same age and came from very different backgrounds – Master Scott was born into a privileged and wealthy family while Saint Nick was the oldest of five brothers born to a single mother. Nick went into academia, incorporating pop culture with Shakespeare. Scott was the advertising industry’s wunderkind, creating a plethora of ads that she’d seen and didn’t know he was the creative genius behind it.
They were different in many ways but they had a lot in common. They loved sports, particularly being huge fans of football and spent a great deal talking about stats and players that went over Krista’s head. They both had expensive and exquisite taste. A woman they only referred to as Mistress led them both into BDSM.
The men would tease and taunt each other, but always in good-natured ribbing. They kept Krista laughing until her cheeks hurt as each took turns trying to get her to see His point of view. They were more than best friends; they were practically brothers.
It was then Krista realized how lucky she was that her first –and probably only – threesome would be with two of the finest men she’d ever met. Not only did They treat her with respect and care, but They also went out of their way to spoil her and teach her things about herself.
She would be forever grateful to Them.
“Now that dinner is done, we should have a little fun,” Nick began.
“Did You purposely make that rhyme?” Scott teased.
“Don’t be mad because I got game and You don’t,” Nick stood up and stretched.
“Game?” Scott spat back. “What game do You possibly have, brother?”
“Oh, we want to go there?” Nick smiled.
“Oh, we’re already there,” Scott nodded, “we’re already in the car and driving down the road.”
“Okay.” Nick casually folded his arms. “I’ll let You go first.”
“Why? You’re stuck on what You’re going to say?”
“Because whatever I’ll say will trump fifty things You’ll say,” Nick smugly grinned. “So, please…go first.”
“I taught her she could ejaculate,” Scott stated.
“I taught her deep throat,” Nick grinned. Scott’s lips pursed together and he fell silent. “I win.” Nick turned to Krista, who was trying her best not to laugh. “Sugar, go in the back and shower. Lay on the bed naked and we’ll be back there shortly.”
“Yes, Master.” She got up from the table and headed to the shower.
Scott waited for Krista to be out of earshot before he approached Nick. “So what’s the plan for tonight?”
“I want to see how many orgasms she can handle before she uses her safe word.” Nick questioned. “How many do you think?”
“She’s a champ so probably…” Scott shrugged. “…six?”
“Seven.” Nick stated.
“Okay, seven.” Scott agreed.
“Because I would love to see You whimper when I give her four.”
“Oh, it’s like that?”
“It’s like that.” Nick held out a hand. “Friendly wager.”
Scott firmly shook his friend’s hand. “It’s on.”
****
She shouldn’t be nervous about sex. It’s just sex, she kept telling herself. People have sex all the time and threesomes have been happening since the beginning of time. She needed to quell the butterflies and nervousness that threatened to take over.
Long and deep breaths. In through the nose. Out through the mouth.
She kept her head down and eyes closed until otherwise instructed. She knew the protocol and didn’t dare to go around it. She’d come this far and she didn’t want to give everything up because of a moment of weakness.
It had been a long month. She underwent many changes and went through assignments and tasks that had really challenged her mind and body. She was physically worn out at times but always grateful for the lesson.
In gratitude, I serve.
She was grateful that the Doms were going to treat her body and mind with respect
and it was mainly the reason why she wanted to have them to be her threesome partners. Krista knew if she brought someone home that she met at a bar, there was no telling what was going to happen or if she would be in danger. With the Masters, she felt safe.
She heard soft footsteps approach her and her heart began to race. A blindfold was slipped over her eyes and she was helped up to a standing position. She was then led to a sitting position and her legs were spread wide. Rope was tied around her thighs and under her ankles. Her arms were above her and attached to more rope. She was firmly stuck and could only be released by permission.
She felt one set of hands on her and then the other. One set of hands caressed her thighs while the other massaged her breasts. Her nipples puckered underneath the Dom’s hands and a light moan escaped her lips.
She couldn’t tell who was touching what body part.
She felt oil spread on her body and a soft caress. The hands kneaded into her flesh and she melted underneath her Dom’s hands. She felt the chair slightly tilt back at an angle.
“You won’t fall.”
She recognized Master Scott’s voice behind her. That meant Saint Nick was in between her thighs. She felt at ease. She quickly swallowed her pride and emotions, bracing herself for whatever the Masters wanted to do to her.
“Use your safe word if it gets too much.”
Saint Nick spoke to her and Krista nodded. “Yes, Master.”
Master Scott swiftly took her mouth with His, kissing her hard. His tongue was demanding and His lips explored hers. The soft buzzing of a vibrator filled up the quiet space in the bedroom. She twisted and turned her body when Saint Nick placed it on her sex. Little jolts of pleasure shot up and down her spine as she controlled her breathing. No, she wasn’t going to come yet.
Master Scott began massaging her breasts again and repositioned Himself so He could suck on one as He played with the other. Krista whimpered in response and her toes curled up as the heat between her thighs slowly climbed up her body. Nick turned on the vibrator on its full setting and Krista thrashed against the chair.
Unadulterated and wicked passion flowed through her as the orgasm threatened to take over. She moaned softly at first but it grew to loud screams. She knew she couldn’t hold out much longer. “Sir, can I please come?”