Analise's Journey, Bundle (Doms of Chicago Serial Spin Off)

by Trace, Dakota

  “Then I suggest you get to it, because my mouth is going to be busy.” Then he scooted down the bed to lie on his stomach between her thighs. His teeth nipped at the tender flesh on the inside of her knee, even as he brushed the vibrating egg over the crease of thigh where it met her torso.

  “Analise?” Sir’s command echoed from the speakerphone Master had set on the bedside table. She’d thought it odd when she’d first seen it, but now was grateful that Liam had one. It meant neither one of them had to hold the phone.

  “Yes, Sir.” She gritted her teeth, as the wiggling egg moved across the top of her pubic mound. The vibrations teased as his tongue traced a path up the inside of her thigh.

  “Talk to me, Analise. What is my devious Master doing?”

  “He’s trailing his mouth up my thigh…and the toy is resting on me.”

  “Resting where?” The command in his tone was unmistakable. Sir was not going to let it go with such a vague answer.

  “Just above my clit.” She squeezed her eyes shut against the building sensations as Master inched it closer. ‘I…I can feel the vibrations…” She gasped as Liam nudged it down ‘til it rested just at the top of her sex lips. Suddenly the vibrations intensified, and she squealed while trying to escape the sensation.

  “Be still.” Liam’s voice barely registered as he removed the toy. His action stalled the brutal orgasm threatening to consume her.

  “Noooo…” She panted and tried to wiggle closer, especially when his finger rimmed her opening, but teasingly never pressed in.

  “So wet, Grim. Our little sub is dripping with her desire.”

  “Oh God.” Sir’s voice sounded hoarse. “I’d love to be able to lick it up.”

  “I bet you would.” Liam focused his gaze on her face, even as he lifted his hand, his fingers glistening in the dim light. “Suck, Analise. Tell your Sir how you taste.”

  She moaned softly, before taking his invading digits into her mouth, lapping at the slightly astringent taste of her feminine cream. “Salty, but a little musky, Sir.” She whimpered as he pulled his fingers away from her lips, only to part her folds, exposing the heart of her.

  “Damn, I bet you do.” Grim sounded a bit breathless, the desire in his voice making his voice rough and deep.

  “Ah…” She went rigid as her Master gently pushed the egg inside of her opening. Not enough to break her hymen, but enough to drive her crazy. “Oh…he’s…Sir, he’s just placed the egg inside me. I’m gonna come undone.” The last word came out as another wail when Liam’s head dipped and his tongue attacked her clit. “Oh…..I’m gonna…”

  “Not yet! Fight it, Analise. If you come without permission, I’m going to warm your little bottom.” His stern warning was lost on Analise, as their master pulled her clit between his teeth, then lashed at the tip of it with a strong, hot tongue.

  “Oh…fuck…I can’t hold it. Please…” She jerked against the cuffs holding her, her hips lifting frantically against Liam’s mouth. She was on the cusp of a powerful climax.

  “Can I remove my boxers, Master? I’m going to come in them…” The desperation in Grim’s voice sent her even closer to the edge.

  She whimpered as Lima’s head lifted and he released her flesh, leaving her trembling, as pent-up passion caused her entire body to shake.

  “No.” The firm command from Liam’s mouth may have been hoarse, but there was no doubt in her mind, he meant business. “You’ll wait for me, slave. You keep that cock of yours in your underwear.” There was a pause as their master turned his attention back to her. “I know I seem mean, but I know my slave very well, piccola. If I gave permission for him to let his dick out, he’d be jerking off in a heartbeat.” There was a slight smacking sound, then Master spoke again. “When I met him he was the jerk off king. Tell her your average, slave.”

  “Three or four times a day, Master.” There was an audible rustle as if Grim were shifting on the bed. “Does that arouse you, Analise? Do you like the idea of watching a man stroke his cock? Does it make you wet? Do you want to touch yourself while you watch?”

  “I…it’s…oh, my God - Master!” She found her legs hoisted up towards her chest and Liam over her, his cock out and rubbing lengthwise across her folds, the damp head teasing her clit with every thrust as he rubbed their sexes together. She wasn’t even aware of when he’d parted the closure on his jeans. All she knew was she could feel him hot, heavy, and hard against her.

  “Talk to me, little one.” Grim sounded desperate. “Tell me what he’s doing.”

  “Fuck…he’s rubbing our sexes together.” She babbled, her breath coming fast and shallow, as Liam continued to rub his shaft over her. Through her lashes she could see the sweat roll down his face as he moved against her. Inside her the egg buzzed away, until she was clenching her muscles around the small object. “I’m…oh please…Master….Sir…I need to, I’m going to….” She tossed her head back as she came apart at the seams. Everything tightened and the pressure in her womb turned in on itself, as she convulsed with pleasure when her orgasm washed over her.

  “Bad subby.” Liam growled, his displeasure obvious. “I should let Grim have you when he gets back.” He continued to rock against her, sliding through her wetness, sending another wave of sharp pleasure crashing through her.

  “She came, didn’t she?” Grim sounded just as grim as his namesake.

  “Hell, yeah. I wouldn’t be surprised if she soaked our bed, inamorato. She sure soaked my cock.”

  “Bad little subby.” Grim echoed. “I think you should apologize, Analise, and clean your juices off Master.”

  Breathing hard, Analise nodded. “Oh yeah. Bring that sexy cock up here, Master.” She begged, her tongue darting out to wet the surface of her lips. She wanted to taste him and was ready to beg again if that was needed

  “Are you trying to command your Master, Analise?”

  She shook her head. “No, Master. It’s just I’ve fantasized about having both you and Sir’s cocks in my mouth. Please…I’d love to suck on you as Sir imagines it.” She lowered her lids. “How long do you think he’ll keep from jacking off?”

  A low growl ripped free of Liam. “As long as I demand.” He crawled up the bed, straddling her head until the head of his cock rested against her mouth. Parting her lips, she was tempted to pull him inside, but knew it wasn’t allowed until he gave her permission.

  “Ah, hell.” One of Liam’s hands lifted then buried in her hair, as she continued to breathe on him.

  “Master?” Grim sounded strangled as if he too was on the edge.

  “You can take your cock out, but if you come before me, I’ll make the paddling you give Analise look like child’s play, Grimwell.”

  “Yes, Master.” There was a loud gasp as Grim obviously freed his erection.

  “Stroke yourself slowly, as I feed my cock into Analise’s mouth.” He inched forward with the crown of his cock breaching past her lips. He hissed as she darted her tongue over and around the sensitive glans. The tart flavor of him burst over her tongue, and she sucked the head into her mouth, her tongue never still as she probed for more of his personal flavor. “Fuck, her mouth’s sweet.”

  “Tell me, Master.” Grim’s voice seemed desperate, and the sound of him stroking his cock was faint but audible.

  “Such an inquisitive little tongue…” Above her, Liam was slowly rocking, feeding her more of him with every thrust, until he hit her gag reflex. When she made a slight choking noise, he pulled back. “But we’re going to have to teach her how to deep throat.”

  Analise’s pussy unbelievably dampened at his promise - the oh-so-erotic idea of learning how to take Master’s and Sir’s cocks deep into her mouth and down her throat. She hummed hungrily, the only way to express her pleasure at the thought.

  “Ah…yeah.” Grim’s breath was reedy.

  “Are you stroking that cock, Grim? Are you ready to come?”

  Against her lower jaw, she felt Liam’s legs tremble.
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br />   “Yes, Master…but I can….wait….I think...”

  Humming louder and sucking hard on Liam, Analise wanted to push her Master over the edge, to give him the same pleasure he’d shown her.

  “Ah fuck.” Cradling her head in his hands, Liam moved faster. “Can’t hold it. Come with me, slave. Come all over that fist, while I fill our little submissive’s mouth.”

  “Yes, Master!” Moments later Grim’s loud cry of release echoed over the speakerphone, and pleasure racked her as she peaked along with the men. But she didn’t have time to savor their orgasms. She was unprepared as Liam thickened in her mouth, before the first spurt of saltiness hit her tongue. Swallowing fast, she tried to keep up but inexperienced as she was, the second spurt was too much for her, and it seeped past the ring of her lips. By the time her master finished, she was sure she was a mess, cum smeared all over her lips, nose and chin, with her face flushed from her exertions and the unexpected second orgasm caused by the still buzzing egg inside of her.

  As he pulled away with a groan, she licked him one last time, totally unprepared for him to pick up his cell phone off the stand and snap her picture. “I’m sending you a present, Grim.”

  A moment later there was an audible beep as Grim received a text. And technology being what it was, a moment later, she heard Grim chuckle softly. “Damn, Master, you made a mess. If I was there, little one, I’d lick up it all up.”

  “You would?” she squeaked, trying to wrap her mind around the idea.

  Liam crawled off the bed after pressing a kiss to her sticky lips. “Hmmm, salty. I’ll be right back.” Then he disappeared into the bathroom.

  “Wow.”

  “Yeah, I’ll second that.” Grim sounded tired now. “This was phone sex - can you imagine how it will be once we three are all together? We’re going to absolutely exhaust each other.”

  “Ah but what a way to go, inamorato.” Liam first gently slipped the egg free, before using one warm washcloth to sooth the sensitive flesh between her thighs, and then produced a second to gently wash her face. Undoing her cuffs, he examined her wrists. “No bruises. Can you move your wrists for me, Analise?”

  Fighting the overwhelming need to sleep, she tried to comply.

  “No pain?”

  “No Master. Just tired.” She yawned. “Do I need to get up and get dressed now?”

  “I don’t know, what do you think, Grim? Shall I keep her in our bed until you return in the morning?”

  “Hell….yeah…” It sounded garbled as Grim yawned. “I’ve got a flight at five a.m. and should be home…by ten.” His voice grew soft and sleepy. “I’d love to see you curled together.”

  Liam nodded. “Then it’s settled, piccola. You’ll text Lena that you’re spending the night.”

  Nodding sleepily, she settled down into the bedding and yawned again, her eyes drifting shut. “Night, Sir…” she slurred, then fell asleep, never noticing the cell phone her Master stuck under her nose, or his tender smile as he sent a brief text to Lena.

  Episode IX: A Chance Meeting & Innocence

  Part XVII: A Chance Meeting

  Rubbing her palms over the outside of the soft leather leggings, which Master and Sir had insisted she had to wear, Analise hoped she was ready for this. Sitting between them on the bench seat of Sir’s truck, she didn’t have time for second thoughts, as Sir maneuvered the truck into a half-full lot surrounded by chain link fence.

  Looking around her, she clung to Master’s hand, taking comfort from his overwhelming masculine presence. His steady strength and the look of concern on Grim’s face were only part of the reason she wanted the men to become her lovers tonight. But first I have to get through our outing, before taking them back to my place and offering myself on a silver platter. But it was going to be easier thought than done.

  “Are you sure I’m ready for this, Master?” She wet her lips taking in the huge building in front of them. Tall, dark, and imposing, she never would’ve guessed there was a sex club within its dark confines. Sir had told her that Olivia, the owner and head Domme, had purchased a run-down building in the Near North area, and turned it into one of the premier BDSM clubs in all of Chicagoland.

  “Of course.” Liam lifted her hand to his lips. “I wouldn’t bring you here if I didn’t think you were ready. Didn’t you impress Grim just this morning with your training?”

  A flush crossed her cheeks at his reminder. She remembered waking this morning to find herself surrounded by warm masculine bodies, and their husky voices speaking over her head. The feel of their erections against her ass and stomach had been hot, but not nearly as hot as what had happened once they’d realized she was awake. The image of Grim on his knees, his mouth swallowing Liam’s cock was burned into her brain. But it paled compared to the moment when Master had urged her to join them. The approval in Grim’s eyes, as she sank to her knees next to him, was hard to forget as she got her first lesson in how to deep throat their Master. Even now she could still taste his tartness against her tongue.

  “Yes, Master.” She gasped as Grim’s hand slid over her thigh, kneading the muscle.

  “However, before we take you in, we have a couple things to take care of.” Grim’s hand left her knee. “You know we’ve taken you as our sub, but have been taking things slowly, so we haven’t placed a collar around your lovely little neck, other than the one Master likes to use during training. Part of it was because we didn’t want to rush you.”

  Her heart banged in her chest at the mention of a collar. In the dim light, she could see the heavy black leather one which adorned Grim’s neck. She’d watched earlier in the evening in fascination, when Liam had ordered Grim to bring it to him. Tears had burned her eyes when Grim dropped to his knees to allow Master to place it around his throat. She’d never seen anything as emotionally charged, as witnessing Grim give up his control to the other man, by accepting such a symbolic item. It was at that moment she longed for her own collar, but knew as a sub, it wasn’t her place to ask. It was an item which had to be freely given from Dom to sub. Or in my case from Doms.

  “While Grim was in Atlanta, I had him stop by a shop down there that specializes in BDSM gear.” Liam added, bringing her out of her thoughts.

  “You did?” She licked her lips, trying to imagine Grim in a shop filled with lots of leather and sex toys. “Did he have you pick up some kinky toy, Sir?”

  Grim shook his head. “No.”

  “Look at me, Analise.” The tone in Liam’s voice had her head swiveled to look at Liam. “It’s the same shop where I had Grim’s collar made. I have a friend who happens to work out of that shop. He’s a master leather worker.” His fingers trailed over her collarbone. “And I asked him to make a collar for you.”

  Her heart nearly exploded. “You did?”

  Liam nodded. “Yes. I did. It matches the one Grim wears, abet on the smaller side. And while I’m not ready to offer it to you yet, I would still like you to wear your training collar for tonight. It will be a clear symbol to the other Doms present that you’re taken.”

  She chewed on her lower lip, confusion clouding her mind. “Can I ask you a question, Master?”

  “Of course.”

  “If you hadn’t planned on offering it to me any time soon, then why did you mention it to me? Isn’t it cruel to get my hopes up in such a manner?”

  He sighed “I’m not trying to be cruel, just honest. I don’t want any secret agendas or motives going on, but more importantly, I want you going into this with your eyes wide open. I don’t think you’re ready for the permanence of what wearing our collar would mean. Or exactly what I’ll demand of you, once I have it around your throat. I’m not a Daddy-Dom like Grim.”

  She slowly nodded, remembering their discussion while Grim had been gone, about the different types of Doms he and Grim would be. In truest sense, Grim would be every inch a Dom to her. As a Daddy-dom, his need to dominate her came from the same vein as his need to submit to Liam. Grim wanted to take care
of those he loved, and while he’d more than likely be firm but indulgent of her needs, it wouldn’t be the same as Liam’s domination. Liam was in control, always and more often than not would not bend to her way of thinking, especially because of a few tears. He would make her face her fears head on.

  “However…” Liam brushed his hand over her cheek. “…I find myself struggling with the idea of you entering a club full of hungry Doms, who will take one look at our lovely sub in training and try to steal you away from us.” His fingers traced down and over her banging pulse.

  She frowned. She’d agreed to exclusivity, so why would he be worried about another Dom taking her away? “But…”

  He covered her lips with his fingers, halting her protest. “Shh. We will talk about this later, piccola.” He pulled the familiar tan collar from his pocket. “If you still want to see the shibari demonstration we need to go in now, or we’ll miss the beginning of it. And believe me, Master Caelan is quite good with the ropes.”

  She rubbed her palms over her thighs once more, at the mere thought of ropes. There was something about being tied up that intrigued her, made her hot. “And they will let me watch…”

  “Of course. That’s the purpose of the demonstration.” Liam smiled at her. “May I?” He lifted the collar up for her to see.

  Swallowing hard, she finally nodded. Grim continued to knead her opposite knee.

  “Lift her hair, inamorato.” The husky tone in Liam’s voice had her shivering, as Grim obeyed. Once he’d gathered her hair in his hands, Liam slipped the leather around her throat, gently buckling the collar. He ran his finger under the leather and lightly tugged. “Too tight?”

  “No, Master.”

  “Good. Now shall we go?” He slid from the truck and held his hand out to her.

  Taking it, she allowed him to pull her out of the cab. Moments later Grim joined her, placing his hand at the small of her back. Through the thin fabric of her poet’s shirt, she could feel the heat of his skin against hers, as she walked between her Sir and Master towards the club entrance.