Essential Master (Doms of Napa Valley)

by Trace, Dakota

  "Damn. Now fuck him, Steph. I want to see you riding his cock." The order slipped free from Nicky as he positioned himself between Zeb's thighs. Seeing the condoms and bottle of lube nearby, he thanked the heavens above that Steph and Zeb had thought of everything. In the state he'd been when he'd entered the room, he'd have shoved in bareback, fucking Zeb until he was overflowing with his seed. Lightly running his teeth up Zeb's lightly furred leg, Nicky continued to rub the lube over his condom-covered cock.

  Even as he tugged the red plug out of Zeb, the part of his brain still coherent reminded him to check with Zeb. To not just slam his cock into his submissive's ass. He deserved more than that.

  "Zeb, look at me." He stilled Steph's movement on their submissive. Zeb's face, flushed with desire, came into view. "I need...dammit. Tell me you're okay with this." He rubbed his cock against the inside of Zeb's leg. "Tell me I'm not taking your choice away from you. That you're doing this because you want to."

  Zeb groaned as Steph wiggled. Without thought, Nicky lightly smacked her hip again. "Be still. I need his answer or all of this stops here."

  Steph mumbled a protest. "Who the hell do you think tied me up, Master?"

  "I need him to tell me, cara mia."

  "God damn it, Sir, you don't fuck my ass, I'm going to go find the nearest leather bar, drop trout, and welcome all and any takers." Zeb's words stripped Nicky of any doubts he had.

  "Like fuck you will. This ass belongs to us. No one else." Placing the head of his dick against Zeb’s opening, he shoved hard enough to breech. "The only dick you're going to take in here is mine," he growled, forcing more of his cock inside of his moaning male submissive. On top of Zeb, Steph gasped.

  "Oh my God, he just got harder, Master." Her head tipped back and she stiffened as if she were on the verge of climaxing. "Ah, I’m going to..."

  "Like hell you are.” Grasping her hair, he yanked her back to look into her eyes. “You come, Steph, and I'm going to tan your little ass. Wait for us." He smacked her rope-bound tit with the palm of his hand to emphasize his point as he finally sank to the root inside of Zeb.

  "Yes, Master," she gasped, squirming violently as Nicky began to thrust, the rocking motion of his hips against Zeb's upturned ass causing Zeb to sink even deeper inside her.

  "Hell."

  The uttered curse from Zeb was music to Nicky's ears as he moved a bit faster. “Do you like that, il mio colibrì? The feel of my cock rubbing over your prostate as you fuck Steph's snug little ass?"

  "Oh yeah, Sir. I'm gonna come undone." Zeb’s willingness was more than evident in his voice.

  "Not yet, you won't. Hang on for me. For just a few more minutes. Let me enjoy this a little bit longer." There was a plea in his voice, but Nicky could care less. He needed to savor, to experience, to just plain enjoy more of this loving. He'd never dreamed the reality of sinking his cock again and again inside of Zeb, at the same time he fucked Steph, would be hotter than the fantasy.

  "I'm trying, Sir." Zeb was panting as Steph rocked back and down in counter point to Nicky's thrusts. Their little sub was getting a work out as they went at him from both ends.

  "Please, Master." Steph's mewl was desperate as she bounced on Zeb. "I need to...he was too good. His tongue was too wicked....I need to come." Her request ended with a squeal as Nicky froze, locking his hips against Zeb's before he forced her down hard on Zeb's cock. "Come, then. Drench his belly in your cream, you hot little piece."

  A low scream tore past her lips. She shook hard when Nicky slipped a hand to explore her wet folds. Flicking her clit with his thumbnail, he set his teeth on her shoulder, nipping just hard enough to send her soaring.

  "Master!" She went wild, bucking and crying as her orgasm crashed over her.

  Under her Zeb hissed, pushing up into her writhing form. "Hell yeah, Ma'am, come hard on that cock."

  When she finally slumped back against Nicky, he gently slipped her off of Zeb. "Damn. You okay, Steph?" He checked on her, even as his own body demanded he move, that he fuck Zeb until the man was coating Nicky's stomach with his seed.

  "Yeah, Master. Damn, that was hot." She scrambled to her knees awkwardly, her arms still bound. "Now I need to see you come. Both of you."

  Hearing her demanding tone, he bristled. He was the Master here, he would decide when he came, not his submissives. It was time to remind her of her place. "Straddle his face, slave."

  "Master." She paled, obviously realized her mistake. "I didn't mean it that way..."

  "You heard me. Over his face now, or you're going to wish you obeyed when I tie your ass to our bed with the Hiabachi pressed against your pussy."

  "Yes, Master." As she tried to move into place, Zeb gave her a hand by cupping her hips and positioning her until her swollen dripping pussy was hanging above his mouth.

  "Show her no mercy, Zeb. I want to hear her screaming." Then he punctuated his command by wrapping his hand around Zeb's cock. Giving it a firm stroke, he wasn't sure who cried louder. Steph - when Zeb attacked her sensitive clit with his tongue, or Zeb - when he bucked up into his palm.

  "Fuck, that's it, Zeb, eat her pussy while I fuck your ass." His hips snapped forward as he thrust deep and hard, making sure to rub over Zeb's special spot.

  The playroom filled with sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, feminine sobs of tortured pleasure, and grunts from both men. In the midst of it all Nicky continued to ride Zeb, his sole need to stake a claim Zeb would never forget. But there was only so long they could go on before their bodies needed release, and Nicky was fast approaching his limit. Steph began to tremble once more, her eyes wild with the pleasure Zeb had forced from her quivering quim.

  "It's time." Nicky fumbled with the snap on the cock ring at the base of Zeb’s cock. Freeing it, he pushed her forward by her shoulders, "I want to see him come on your face, cara mia."

  "Oh yes." She mumbled, her mouth finding the swollen crown of Zeb's cock even as Nicky threaded one hand through her hair.

  Leaning back on his heels, Nicky cupped Zeb's hip with his free hand, squeezing tightly, knowing Zeb needed the extra bite of pain to come. "Come for us, Zebadiah."

  "Fuck yes, Sir" was all Zeb was able to say before his muscles clenched down on Nicky's cock, and the first spurt of seed flew from his tip to splash against Steph's parted lips. Nicky howled as the sight, sound and feel of Zeb's release tipped himself over the edge. He let go with a bellow, jerking as his trapped cock exploded, filling the sheath to bursting. Pleasure hammered at him until all Nicky could do was cling to his lovers while his world turned upside down.

  * * * *

  "Damn, Zeb, for being gluten free these are fucking awesome." Nicky lounged back against one of the throw pillows Steph had thrown down for him on the playroom floor. After their explosive coming together, none of them had wanted to trek back upstairs.

  Zeb flushed. "Well, I was trying a couple of adjustments since everyone now seems to have allergies and stuff. I was hoping if they tasted good enough, I could feature a special line of them when I open my bakery. If I open my bakery."

  Licking the crumbs off his finger, Nicky glanced at him. "What is this ‘if’? You make some of the best damn goodies I've ever tasted. Why wouldn't you open your bakery?"

  Zeb shrugged. "Everything is up in the air because of this shit with Allison. I don't want to start plans and then have them fall through because of a lengthy legal battle." He grabbed one of the shortbread cookies from the plate.

  "So you're going to put your life on hold until after the trial?" Steph handed both men cold bottles of water from the mini-fridge in the corner before sinking down between them. As she stretched out with her head on Nicky’s knee and her feet pillowed in Zeb's lap, Zeb picked up one foot and began to rub it.

  "Not entirely. I just don't want to put all that money into my bakery, and then have some judge award Allison half of it because she batted her pretty brown eyes at him."

  "She wouldn't get away with it. The law is on your
side, Zeb, and Davis is one helluva lawyer. Has he said anything about you possibly losing?" Nicky asked before taking a long swig of water.

  Steph sighed. "It's about more than what's right legally, Nicky. I know this family. They’ll go to any lengths to keep their precious daughter out of jail. One of the reasons Allison acts the way she does is she's always gotten everything she's ever wanted."

  Zeb glanced up at him. "It's true. I've seen her do some really underhanded things to get her way. It's one of the reasons I kept going back. She blacklisted me at several of the clubs, then teased me until I had to go back to her to get the relief I needed."

  Disgust and anger filled Nicky at the reality of what Zeb went through. "I can't fucking believe any club owner would allow such a thing."

  "Yeah, you wouldn't think so," Zeb replied as he continued to rub Steph's toes. "But money talks and until New Beginnings came along, none of the club owners looked past her charm and money to see the snake underneath it all." Lifting her foot to his mouth, Zeb pressed a kiss to Steph's toes. "Which reminds me. Aside from wanting to have you try my cookies and sating a few other appetites, Ethan sent me with a request."

  Steph moaned softly as Zeb sucked her big toe into his mouth. Pulling her toe free, she tucked her feet under her. "What request?"

  "The club is a bit short handed this weekend because Davis and Toby have a family reunion out of town. Ethan was wondering if either of you would be willing to help out as D.M.s on Saturday. He said he'd be willing to discount some of your monthly fee, or allow us to use one of the special private rooms before or after hours."

  Nicky glanced down at Steph, seeing the mischievous look in her eyes. Both of them had been hankering for another stab at the bondage room, but because of his crazy work schedule they hadn't been able to reserve it, and now this perfect opportunity had fallen into their lap.

  "What do you say, Steph? Want to play a bad ass D.M. for a couple of hours on Saturday?"

  She pursed her lips. "Well, that depends."

  "On what?" Zeb tugged her other foot onto his lap, his hands kneading the arch of her foot.

  "On whether or not you're going to let us tie you up and do naughty things to this hunky body." She pressed her toes against the bulge in the shorts he'd once more donned.

  "I'll let Ethan know." Zeb groaned as she massaged him.

  "Good. But, Master, I don't think I can wait ‘til Saturday to tie him up. What do you think? Do we have time for another round of bondage before you have to go back to work?" She batted her eyes at him.

  "Oh, we have more than enough time, Steph." He relaxed back against the throw pillows as Steph pounced and straddled Zeb's hips.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Holding onto Nicky's hand, Steph took a deep breath as she waited her turn to take the stand. It’d only been a couple days since they’d surprised their Master in the playroom. The trial date had been moved up, so she’d been called to testify earlier than anyone expected. She definitely hadn’t been ready and, despite all the assurances in the world, she still worried her testimony would cause issues with their new submissive. Especially when Davis had called this morning to inform them Allison had changed her plea from ‘not guilty’ to a ‘not guilty because of mental defect’. All she could assume was Allison was hoping Steph would provide witness to prior bad acts to support her case, because she couldn’t see what type of character witness she could be.

  "Relax, cara mia, you’ll do fine. Just tell the truth and let the rest take care of itself. Both Zeb and I will be waiting for you when it's over." Nicky pressed a kiss against to her temple as Mr. Rathowitz, Allison’s head attorney, called her name. On her other side, Zeb shifted, pressing a kiss to her fingers then moved his legs out of the way. Rising from her seat, she gave both of her men a grateful smile before moving down the narrow aisle towards the bailiff. Keeping her composure was hard, but luckily she'd been called on numerous times in the past to testify for clients. She could do this. She just needed to do as Nicky suggested - tell the truth and let the rest take care of itself.

  The bailiff, looking bored, stood in front of her with a black bible. Stepping up to him, she placed her hand on the book and proceeded to be sworn in. With that legality out of the way, the bailiff gestured for her to be seated on the stand. Settling into the chair, she waited for Allison's lawyer to approach. As the man fiddled with a few papers, then smoothed his hand over his head, she waited for the inevitable legal maneuvering.

  "Tell me Ms. McKeown, how long have you known Allison Teelen?"

  She gazed directly at him, making sure to keep eye contact. "I'd have to say it's been at least seven or eight years."

  He nodded. "You were brought in by the Teelen family when my client started college, isn't that correct?"

  "Yes." She kept her answers short and concise. She wasn't exactly sure where the lawyer was heading. It was like being trapped in the middle of a mine field.

  "And what were your duties during this time?"

  "I was to protect and shadow Allison. Her family wanted her safe while she was attending the University of Boston, so they contacted the security company I worked for, Tri-State, and had them arrange with the school to have me housed on the same floor and in the immediate vicinity as Ms. Teelen, in order to keep an eye on her."

  Mr. Rathowitz paced back and forth in front of the witness box. "And did her family tell my client of your true purpose for being there?"

  "Objection. Witness cannot testify to whether or not the defendant knew of her true purpose for being at the school." The prosecutor, John Charleston, scowled from his side of the court room.

  "Sustained." Judge Kalicki looked down on the defense attorney. "Tread carefully here, Mr. Rathowitz."

  "Fine, I'll reword the question, Your Honor." Mr. Rathowitz came to a stop in front of her. "Did you ever talk to her about her parents?"

  "No, Sir."

  “Did you ever talk directly with her parents about Allison?’

  “No, Sir.”

  The man nodded. "So you befriended my client under the guise of being just another college student?"

  "I guess you could say that. My instructions from my boss were Mr. and Mrs. Teelen wanted me to keep tabs on her, and protect her if the need arose, but to be discreet."

  Mr. Rathowitz drummed his fingers on the wooden railing separating the witness box from the rest of the court. "And during that time, did you, under the guise of friendship, introduce Ms. Teelen to the practice of BDSM?"

  Steph frowned. "I don't know if I’d say I was the person who introduced her to BDSM, Sir. She approached me about the lifestyle after she ran into me at a club."

  "And what kind of club was it?"

  "A leather club called Whips."

  "Could you please enlighten the jury about exactly a leather club is?"

  Shifting a bit, she answered. "It's an establishment where people who are in the lifestyle gather to let off steam and have fun."

  "And what type of fun were these patrons having, Ms. McKeown?"

  "Sexual, Sir. The night in question, if I remember correctly, was a dominant/submissive night."

  "So this establishment is a sex club. And do you have any idea how it was that she went into such an establishment?"

  "I have no idea. It was one of my rare nights off and I went out to blow off some steam. I was quite surprised to see her without my backup, so I left her with my date and slipped outside to see where James was. After talking to him on the phone - he’d gotten separated from her due to a train, I promised I’d keep her with me until he arrived."

  "And James was your backup?"

  She nodded. "Yes, Sir."

  "So you left a young, impressionable girl at a leather club that specializes in domination and submission to go find out where your backup was?"

  A chuckle escaped her. "Young and impressionable? Let me ask you something, Mr. Rathowitz? When was the last time you stepped foot in a sorority, or on a college campus for that matter? Th
e young, impressionable woman you're representing, not even a week before the incident you're talking about, performed oral sex on seven young men in a row as part of her pledge initiation. Your client was far from the innocent, upstanding woman you’re trying to bamboozle the jury with. But to answer your question, no, I didn't leave her alone. I left her with my date, who just happened to be a detective for the Boston P.D."

  Obviously thinking fast on his feet, the lawyer tried it from another angle. "Fine, you left her with a police officer. And how long into your employment was the night when this occurred? A couple of weeks, at most?"

  "It was about a month into her freshman year."

  "So wouldn't you say she was stretching her wings? Exploring her boundaries?"

  "Objection! The witness doesn't have a degree in psychology." the prosecutor growled before jotting down something on the legal tablet in front of him.

  "It goes to our theory of how my client was led astray by an older woman which eventually led up to her actions at New Beginnings, your honor.”

  "Fine, over-ruled." Judge Kalicki gave the lawyer a pointed glare. "The witness is to answer the question, but get to the point, Mr. Rathowitz."

  "Thank you, Your Honor." He turned back to Steph. "So you say she wasn't quite so innocent, but did you not offer to take her under your wing after she observed your date who you tied up and flogged before the end of the evening?"

  Steph clenched her jaw. She had no reason to be ashamed of her actions that night, even if Allison's slimy lawyers were painting a dirty picture of her actions. "Yes, I offered to help her when she expressed an interest. She said she was intrigued by the dynamics of the power exchange and asked if I’d show her the ropes."

  "And did you?" Mr. Rathowitz’s innocent expression didn't fool her. The man thought he had her.

  "No. I introduced to her an experienced Master - Master Lucian DeCarta. He had a local class at Whips for newbies. At the time, I myself had only been in the scene for a couple of years as a submissive, and wasn't comfortable with the idea of teaching her how to domme, which is what she'd expressed an interest in."