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

by Trace, Dakota

  Setting the duffel down on the dresser, he quickly stripped his shirt off, before hanging it on the back of the chair. "Damn, and here I was hoping to find you had disobeyed again. I was really looking forward to warming both of your asses." He unzipped the bag and pulled out his crop along with the beautiful black leather choker they'd had commissioned for their Analise. "In fact I even brought just the thing to do it." He tested the toy by slicing the air with it. "You know I may still do it." He approached the bed. "But before we get to the fun and games, I believe there is a small matter to deal with - don't you Grim?" He came to stop next to the bed.

  Grim looked up at him, catching a glimpse of the collar. A soft moan escaped him. "Can we, Master?" Grim shifted minutely next to Analise.

  "I do believe that we can." He set down the crop on the stand next to the bed. "Analise? We have something for you."

  "You do, Master?" She didn't bother to look up at him, showing off the immaculate training he'd given her.

  "Yes. Please look at me. I need to see those beautiful eyes." He kept his voice soft but firm. When she finally did look up at him, he had to force himself to not react, to not push her down on the bed, to not push her thighs apart and bury his aching cock her wet folds. Tonight was about more than sex, even though sex with his piccola and inamorato was hot enough to fry his brain cells.

  "Yes, Master?" Her soft reply faded as she caught glimpse of the leather collar in his hand. Her eyes seemed to devour it.

  "Do you know what this is?" He held it up so she could get a better look at it.

  "A collar, Master?" She licked her lips. "It looks quite a bit like Sir's."

  He nodded. "Of course it does. Because this is the collar we told you about. The one we had commissioned when Sir was down in Atlanta. Do you know why we brought it out now?"

  She looked nervous. "I'm not sure, Master. I'd like to think you're ready to offer it to me, but I've done nothing remarkable to deserve it."

  He cocked his head, holding her cheek with his palm. "Why do you say that?"

  "Because I haven't. I've had a lousy day. Not only did everything seem to go wrong at work, I arrived home late because the L was running behind and then I ended up having to face my crab-ass uncle. I expected it to be offered it after I somehow managed to blow your minds with my obedience." She leaned into his hand. "So to hope that you've decided to gift me with your permanent collar tonight....well let's say that's one of my top ten fantasies. But I understand if you don't. I'm still proving myself and there are tons of--"

  "Stop right there." Liam pressed his finger to her lips. "I don't care how many submissives are out there." He moved closer to her, until he was nearly sitting between her spread thighs.

  "But, I'm still in training..." She whispered.

  "And training or not, if what I overheard earlier was true, you're ready to wear this collar." He brushed over her collar bone. "You already wear our rings through your pretty little nipples. I'd say you're ready for the last piece of our ownership."

  "I...what do you mean what you overheard?" Her cheeks flushed.

  He rubbed his thumb over her lower lip. "Are you honestly going to deny that you told your uncle you loved us?"

  She ducked her head, trying to hide her face. "It doesn't matter. It shouldn't be a reason for you to feel enough pity that you offer -"

  "Stop right there." This came from his Grim. "I don't know what you're thinking but stop right there." Grim jerked her around to face him. "You listen and you listen good. We happen to love your stubborn little ass." He leaned in. "Did you honestly think I was lying to you when I said I love you at Dom's? I don't say those words lightly. In fact, Master is the only one who's heard them in the past eight years aside from my mother. I don't go bandying them around."

  Her voice took on a dazed quality. "You love me?"

  "Of course we do, piccola." Liam turned her face back to him. "Which is why we want you to wear our collar. You've proven that you can handle the worse that we dish out and come back for more. You offer your submission with every breath you draw and every move of your beautiful body." Liam held out the collar. "Do you accept our collar, Analise Elizabeth Rochon, and all that entails - knowing that while Grim will pamper you, I will demand your complete obedience?"

  With her heart in her eyes, she slowly nodded. "Yes Master." Then she tipped her head, exposing the long ivory column of her throat to him.

  * * * *

  Sitting absolutely still, Grim watched Analise’s reaction as the leather caressed her skin. She looked content, happy. Next to her, he exhaled softly as Master slipped the matching collar to his on her throat. Between his thighs, his cock stood tall, hard and aching. As Master buckled the collar around her throat, he repeated very similar words to what he'd spoken when he'd placed Grim's collar on.

  "With this collar you will bear the mark of my protection, my dominance and my love. I will protect, dominate and love you like no other."

  Liam buckled the collar around her neck before running his finger around the edge to check for fit. When he stepped back, it was all Grim could do to not take their little submissive down and fuck the hell out of her, but he had a feeling their Master wasn't done yet.

  "Beautiful." Liam's eyes narrowed. "A sight I never dreamed I'd ever see, Analise. We've been searching for you for a long time. In fact, there were times I'd given up hope in finding a perfect third for us." Liam sat down and tugged at the O-ring on her collar. "The collar matches Grim's as you've probably noticed, but you don't just belong to me." Liam looked over at him. "Grim will be just as much your Dom as I am. And for that there needs to be something more. Grim if you will?"

  The words had barely left Master's mouth before Grim was scrambling towards the toy-bag. True her collar was identical to his, even though it was a bit smaller. But it would have one addition his didn't, because unlike him, his precious Analise had two masters. Fumbling fingers found the zippered pocket inside the toy bag. Pulling out the small black velvet bag, he carried it back over to the bed. Grim crawled back onto the bed with his treasure.

  "Analise, as Master has given you his collar, and you've accepted his domination, I bring this to show you not only my acceptance of your bond with our Master but as a way to enhance our own bond." He opened the small jewelry pouch. "Open your hand and accept my love for you. Dominant but caring, wanting nothing more than to protect."

  Then he dumped the contents of the bag onto the palm of her hand. In the fading sunset, the fiery opal shone. About the size of his thumb it was wrapped in a delicate silver filigree setting with a small clasp on one end. Once suspended it would be glow like fire from her collar, attracting all eyes and feminizing the stark black leather collar Master preferred. He held his breath and waited for her reaction.

  "Oh my God." Her hand trembled as she brushed the stone with the pad of her finger. "It's beautiful."

  "As is the submissive who will wear it." He gently picked up the stone. "Will you wear it for me? For us?"

  She nodded, tears gathering in her eyes. "Yes, Sir." She tilted her head to the opposite side, offering him the same submission she'd offered Master. With hands that were less than steady, he gently latched the stone onto her collar.

  "Good it's done. You now belong to us - permanently." Liam stated with satisfaction. "Now I do believe there's a matter of your punishment to see to Analise. You disobeyed."

  Part XXVIII: Her Reward

  Analise wet her lips with her tongue as the finality of her Master's words settled over her. She'd not obeyed and like always Master would correct her with a firm hand. "Yes, Master."

  Liam crossed his hands over his bare chest. "Tell me what you did wrong, slave."

  Looking up at him, she held his gaze as she spoke. "Your order was to be naked and waiting in the leitha position by the time you got done dealing with Paulie."

  "And when I came into the bedroom, were you?"

  She shook her head. "No, Master."

  "And why weren't
you?" The look in his eyes was fierce. From desire or anticipation she couldn't tell.

  "I was...kissing Sir."

  "From where I was standing it looked more like you were trying to dry fuck him. That is not the behavior I requested was it?"

  "No, Master." For the first time, she lowered her head. She should have resisted Grim's lips no matter how tempting she found them.

  "While I do understand the temptation our Grim represents and the fact we just collared you, that I could grant you some leniency, if I choose to and no one would fault me." Liam grabbed her by her hair. Not hard enough to pull it out but enough that she felt the sting - a sting she was beginning to welcome. "But we both know I'm not that type of Master, don't we?"

  "Yes, Master. You're firm but loving." Between her thighs, her womb clenched at the perceived danger radiating off of Liam. Logically she knew he’d never hurt her but it excited her nonetheless when he grew rough with her.

  "And unlike Grim here, who would merely tease you until you're screaming - withholding your orgasm until you’re ready to kill him, I do not believe in sparing the rod with my submissives."

  "Yes, Master." Her breath hitched when Grim brought the crop to her Master. When he'd left to get it she didn't know, but she definitely remember the sting of the slender wood against her ass.

  "Seeing as how you were attempting to obey me, but were still half undressed, you'll receive a stroke for each item of clothing you still wore."

  She swallowed hard. Shit, she was soo screwed. She'd earned herself six or seven strokes if he counted the blouse which had hung from her shoulders.

  "How many is that, slave?” His posture and tone dared her to lie to him.

  "Seven, Master?"

  "Correct." His chest expanded under his arms. "Turn around."

  Shaking she obeyed, presenting him her bare ass much the same way she had at the play party. "What level are you at Analise?

  "Green, Master." She whispered trying to relax as she pillowed her head on her arms.

  "Good girl, count off." His voice seemed raspy but just as dominant.

  When the first lash landed on her right cheek, she hissed. The pain while bearable wasn't what she remembered from the night of the play party. Perhaps he was going easy on her.

  "You don't count, it doesn't count." Sir reminded her as he knelt at her head, offering his support.

  "One, Master." The words came out shaky.

  The next blow landed on her left cheek. It was lighter than the first as if Master were toying with her. She let the pain wash through her, accepting it as was her due. "Two, Master."

  Then as the third blow landed something mysterious seemed to happen. The crop still stung but the resulting pain morphed into the beginning of pleasure. "Three, Master."

  The fourth strike only coaxed the pleasure on as her bottom grew warm from his attentions. "Four, Master."

  "Damn, I think she's enjoying it, Master." Sir's voice barely registered as she lifted her bottom for more. The fifth stroke was a bit harder.

  She gasped as the pain and pleasure grew. "Five, Master."

  "Is she now?" Master paused and she cried out as he thrust his fingers into her soaking wet pussy. "Well, I'll be. An unexpected surprise from our submissive, inamorato." Liam rotated his fingers a couple of times, glancing off her g-spot. She couldn't hold back her moan as sensation sharper than she could ever remember flooded her. She suddenly had the urge to pee, but before she could warn Master, he withdrew his hand. She bit her lip to keep from begging him to continue.

  The next blow stung like hell. She moaned loudly, her pussy quivering, grasping at nothingness. Every part of her was alive with sensation. Something so dark that she'd never dreamed her body being capable of. She wanted to come. Needed to come, but forced herself to remember to count. "S...ix, Master." Her thighs began to shake as she rode the razor edge of release.

  "Shhh, we're almost done." Sir lightly touched her hair. "A few more. Hang on for me and I'll help you. Don't come while he's punishing you, sweetheart." Grim leaned in to whisper in ear. "Not if you don't want him to use it against you in the future."

  His words synchronized with the last blow of the crop, sent her careening over the edge. Her sheath spasmed wildly as violent tremors rocked her body. Her release obliterated everything: the pain, his warning, as never-ending pleasure consumed her.

  As her body came back down from the incredible heights, she found herself being man-handled until Grim's trim body was under hers, his cock poised at the entrance of her pussy. Moaning happily, she tried to sink down on him, wanting to feel his thick length deep inside of her. Behind her there was a rustle as Master put away the crop.

  "What level are you at, Analise?" Grim whispered against her mouth as he tugged her down.

  "Green, Sir. For fucks sake, green!" She pushed back hoping to force Grim's cock into her, but instead got her all-ready reddened ass smacked. She moaned as the pain sent off another wave of pleasure. She needed them to fuck her. "Oh, my god! Please fuck me." She continued to babble her hips rocking back and forth until Master ordered Grim to hold her hips. A protest left her throat as his hand stilled her. She wanted to nip at Grim but the press of two well lubed fingers against her ass, pulled a raw sound from her.

  "Hold still. I need to fuck this ass. You gave it to me, and I want it." Liam growled pushing deeper inside of her, stretching her. They'd played with a couple of plugs for her in the past during her training but this was the first she'd ever have either man inside her smaller opening. But even as Master was preparing her, Grim shattered her thoughts as he shifted and sank several inches inside of her. She screamed, her body milking the head and first couple inches of his shaft.

  "Bad slave." Then there was a smack, but amazingly enough it wasn't her ass Master hit but Grim's. Her Sir moaned harshly, arching up and feeding her more of him as Master continued to paddle his ass with one hand while fucking Analise's with his well-lubed fingers on the other. By the time Grim was fully-seated, Master had managed to get three fingers, gently fluted, inside of her tight back door and she was on the verge of climaxing again.

  "Dammit, don't you dare come."

  Whether it was directed at her or Grim she'd never know but seconds later, Master's fingers were gone and was replaced by his cock. She hissed as Liam pushed in, forging his way home.

  "Master!" Under her, Grim's head tipped back and she was sure that her Sir could feel Master's cock rubbing against him through the thin membrane separating them.

  "Fuck, yeah." Liam nipped her shoulder as he forged deeper inside. "So tight. And I can feel you throbbing, inamorato."

  "As I can you." Sir rocked up into her, and would've sent her sliding forward if Master hadn't wrapped his arms around her waist.

  Analise panted. She was so full. Having both of her men in her was nothing like the books she'd read. It was better. Now if she could just get them to fuck her hard. The orgasm she'd been teetering on the edge of when Grim had entered her, was almost within her grasp. She just needed a little bit more.

  "Please Master, Sir....fuck me. I'm so close." She wiggled between them, hoping to convince them to move faster so she could come.

  "Aw, fuck." Grim reached up and pinched her nipples, just hard enough to send the extra shove she needed.

  Bucking wildly between them, she jerked her way through an impressive orgasm. One which her Master only forced to continue when his hand slipped between her and Grim to tug at her clit. She stiffened as the pleasure doubled back on itself and she released, actually soaking both Grim and the bedding under them.

  "Fuck. Oh, my God, Master she just...." Sir was babbling his fingers tightening on her nipples.

  "I know what she just did, but don't you dare come, Grimwell. You will wait or it will be the only orgasm you experience tonight."

  The threat must've worked because as she slumped over Grim's chest she could feel them both still thick and hard inside her.

  "Good, piccola?" Liam actuall
y sounded tender, surprising her. It wasn't a tone she was used to when they played. His voice was always hard and demanding.

  Even her Sir seemed to notice the difference. He gently pushed her back up right, making her sink even further down on him and Master. She panted, loving the feel of them inside of her.

  "Aw, fuck now you went and did it, Analise." Grim squeezed her breasts before leaning up to lap at the swollen nubs.

  "Did what?" She panted as her head tipped back against her Master's shoulder.

  "Challenged me. I want you to do it again." Liam licked the shell of her ear before tugging into his mouth.

  "How....I...didn't...do what?" She stammered as both men started thrusting against her again.

  "You ejaculated, Analise." Liam whispered softly. "And I'm a greedy bastard, I want to see if we can force you into doing it again."

  Her mouth dropped open. "But I can't..." She couldn't survive another bout of pleasure as intense as the one which had just wiped her out.

  "Oh, but you will. You will give us what we want." Liam moved a bit faster as his thumb circled over her sweet spot, lightly brushing her clit with each rotation. "Because your Sir isn’t going to get to come until you do."

  Analise’s groan joined her Sir's growl at their Master’s edict.

  "But don't worry, we'll help you." His promise was the last coherent thing she remembered as her world narrowed down to the men loving her. They thrust, rubbed, nipped and squeezed at her, coaxing her along until she was nothing more than a writhing mass of untamed female between them. The room grew loud with pants, groans and curses as men held her tight, forcing her to accept them, their cocks, their fingers, their very domination as they pushed her closer to the edge. Finally unable to deny the inevitable any longer, she screamed and gave them what they wanted. This time their wetness joined hers. She was finally irrevocably theirs and as they slumped together in tangled mass of limbs, she couldn't have been happier.