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Bonus Episode: Labor of Love
Part One: Trip Home
Snuggling closer to the man holding her, Analise Rochon rested her head on his shoulder. Outside the SUV's windows, rows of corn fields passed by at a rapid rate of speed. In the backseat, stretched out with Master Liam, she had been curled up dozing for the past two hours. Well, until her close proximity to one of the men she loved, had ended up with Liam toying with her hair. The gentle caress had woken her and despite the fact Master and Sir had gotten her up early this morning for their trip back to her hometown, she was now wide awake, watching the scenery from her comfortable spot, wedged against Master’s side.
For the past year since she'd accepted their collar, Analise’s home had been with Liam Krespig and Grim Harkin, so this would be her first trip back to the small Iowa town she’d grown up in, since she'd come to Chicago. Despite a few ups and downs, she'd hadn't regretted her move. It had allowed her to meet the men who’d stolen her heart. She couldn’t remember ever being happier either. Her job at Sneezeclod, as an up and coming graphic designer, was great. She had a slew of new friends both in and out of the BDSM lifestyle and she got to sleep ninety percent of the time between her hunky masters. The other measly ten percent was spent at her apartment just off Lake Michigan. Which reminded her - at the end of the month her lease would be up. She still hadn't spoken with Master or Sir about whether she ought to renew or not. She was their submissive and didn't feel it was her place to assume they wanted her to move in permanently into their huge brownstone. Even though her home was with them, she still didn’t feel comfortable thinking of their house as hers.
“A penny for your thoughts, piccola?” Liam brushed his lips over her temple as Grim drove.
“Just thinking about my lease, is all.” She'd learned fairly quickly about lying to her masters. Neither were tolerant of any form of deception, white lies included. Honestly was the best policy she'd found. Besides it just wasn't worth the risk – it was hard enough making a ménage work without lying. So if there was something she didn't feel up to talking about, she simply told them and they didn't push. It was a rather novel idea, but it worked.
“What about it?” Grim asked as he skillfully handled the SUV through the heavy holiday traffic. With Labor Day right around the corner, it wasn't surprising.
“It'll be up at the end of the month. I'll need to make a decision about renewing it or not.”
Under her cheek, she felt Liam stiffen. Of her two Doms, he was the one who handled change with the least ease. She lightly squeezed his thigh. “But I have time.” She yawned and straightened. “And I need more coffee.” She sighed mournfully as she shook the nearly empty take out cup. “I just knew I should've bought the extra-large, but I can't stand the taste of it cold.” She moved to snag the cooler at her feet, in search of the soda she knew was inside its icy depths, only to be pulled back against Liam's chest.
“Master?” She tried to look up over her head at him, but with the way he was holding her, she couldn't see anything more than his chiseled jawline. Instead of answering her, one of his hands slid under the waistband of the comfortable leggings she'd worn to cover her pussy. She gasped as his fingers found her clit with unerring accuracy. Her body, always so in tune with either of her men, responded. A soft moan floated free of her as he rubbed hard over the bud. Pleasure and pain washed over her at his rough touch. She loved it, and Master knew it.
From the front seat, she heard Grim's sharp inhalation. “Master?” There was a question in his voice.
“Find the next exit, inamorato. I have the sudden urge for a snack.”
She whimpered at his words. She somehow had the feeling Master was referring to her. The vision of being stretched out across the hood of the SUV, while Liam ate her pussy at the same time she sucked on Grim's cock, flooded her brain.
“Would you like that, piccola?” He whispered the words against her ear. “To feel my mouth...right here?” He gentled his touch, before capturing the most sensitive spot on her body and milking it between his fingers.
“Yes, Master.” She gasped as each brush of his wicked hand sent her higher. He continued to whisper in her ear of the hidden stash of toys they had brought along to fulfill her barn fantasy. Within in a few minutes she was trembling on the verge of a climax.
“How much further, Grim? She's ready to come for us and I want to feel it against my mouth, while you suck me off.”
Analise moaned softly. If there was anything she loved more than sucking either one of their cocks was to see Grim sucking their Master's cock or vice versa. There was something erotic about watching the rough way they jerked against each other that did it for her. Some women might have an issue with their bisexuality but not her. She reveled in it as did her men.
From the front seat, Grim's voice was raspy. “Fuck. Three miles, Master.”
“Then I'll just have to be creative. You will not come, Analise.” He rotated his finger faster, contradicting his order. That was her Master, sadistic. “If you do, you won't be sitting comfortably for the rest of the trip.” He nuzzled her neck. “I’ll bend you over and warm your bottom with the suede covered paddle in my carry-on.”
It was all she could do keep from sliding over at his words. But the promise of retribution, if she disobeyed, kept her poised on the edge of release. Her Master never lied. He'd blister her ass if she came without permission. Trying to focus on anything other than need to come, she tried to remember how proud she’d been when they collared her. How much she needed to please them, to prove she was worthy off their collar. A keening wail built in her throat even as the speed of the SUV increased.
“Don't get a speeding ticket, Grimwell.” Liam ordered, his fingers abandoning her clit to move down to her opening. She gritted her teeth as he circled her opening before plunging in. Her hand dug into the hard muscle of his thigh as she rocked up against his palm. It never ceased to amaze her how well he could play her body.
“Yeah, I know, Master.” A thump of what must've been Grim’s fist trickled into the backseat. “Almost there....” The need in his voice washed over her and like a drop of water gathering speed as it ran down the surface of window, her pleasure picked up in speed until she couldn't hold out. It didn't help either that Master's diabolical fingers played with her clit, coaxing her higher and higher with each touch. She dug her fingers into his forearm as she jerked against his hand.
“Please, Master!” She panted her eyes closed tight in need.
“Not yet. Resist, Analise. Do not come!” His voice sounded tortured against her ear. “How soon are we going to be there, man?”
“Almost there.” The SUV slowed as if they were exiting the freeway
She panted, her legs thrashing against the leather upholstery. Fighting her body seemed pointless, but she had to try. Slowing her breath wasn't possible as hot as she was, nor was counting to fifty by fives, another trick she'd found worked on occasion. But nothing was keeping her orgasm at bay. It continued to creep closer as his fingers massaged her wet flesh. She moaned harshly and tightened her muscles down on his thick fingers.
“Shhh, I'll give you what you need. Just hang on for me.” He plunged his tongue into her ear, abandoning her clit. Then he rubbed his fingers across her parted lips. Flicking her tongue at them, she savored her tangy flavor.
“So damned hot.” He growled, his eyes dark with lust. “Our little subbie is such a slut, Grim. She's licking her juices off my fingers.”
“Son of a....” Grim's curse was cut short as the SUV vibrated over the rumble strips.
Analise gasped, the vibration pushing her closer to release. She panted, her body tightening in anticipation.
“Don't do it.” Liam whispered against her temple. “Wait for me. We're almost there. Hold it.”
“Master…I…I can’t.” She tossed her head back, digging her fingers into hi
s leg as they went across another rumble strip. Pleasure, sharp and brutal washed over her, and a cry escaped her.
“Bad little subbie.” He tugged the tip of her ear into his mouth, suckling on it. “I’m looking forward to warming your bottom, Analise.” He strummed his thumb over her clit, sending another jolt of pleasure through her. “I’m going to find enjoy watching you greet your father and uncle, knowing that under your clothing you’ll be bearing the marks of my paddle.”
She moaned, her back arching as her orgasm eased a bit before striking her again. “Master!” She bit her lower lip, her body wracked with tremors when two of his fingers thrust back inside of her. Her muscles grabbed at them as the SUV stopped and the window slid down then up again. A second later it moved forward once more, before Grim slammed it into park and climbed over the back seat.
“Son of a bitch…” His blue eyes were bright with lust. “I gotta…” He tugged her leggings down. “I’ll hold her, Master. Your paddle is in the green carry-on…outside pocket. We have to be quick. We have about ten minutes tops.”
“Sir!” Analise cried out, as he sank down on the leather seat next to them, before hauling her over his legs, face first. Moments later she heard ragged breathing before Master told her to count off. At the same time water hit the SUV. Evidently Grim had pulled into a car wash. She didn’t have time to congratulate him on his fast thinking however. Liam’s arm covered the back of her thighs.
“Ten swats for coming without permission, piccola.” Then the first landed on her left cheek. She gasped and counted it. The paddle packed a bit a punch, not as bad as the flogger, but enough she’d be feeling it for the rest of the ride.
“One, Master.” Heat spread quickly as he released a flurry of swats to her upturned ass. She continued to count off, even as she wiggled against the erection under her. “Five, Master.”
“Bad subbie.” Grim landed a swat of his own, his with his hand. “Little minx is trying to get me to come in my pants.”
“Very bad.” Liam agreed, hitting either side of her ass with the paddle. “I think she needs a good hard fucking to remind her of her place. Maybe while I make her suck you off?”
“Oh God yes. Please…six…seven, Master.” She struggled against their hold, her desire growing as her master landed the last three strokes in rapid succession. She moaned happily when she suddenly found herself pulled up to her knees and Grim jerked hard on his distended zipper. Within seconds, his cock, hard and dripping, was framed by his open jeans.
Then he pulled her head down, his crown barely brushing her lips, before he filled her mouth full. Sucking hard, she lashed at the stiff flesh. The positioning was hard because of the angle but the harsh moans coming from Grim assured her, her Sir, wouldn’t be complaining about the depth or restrictions of the tight backseat.
She was so engrossed in Grim’s pleasure, she was unprepared for the sudden thrust of their Master as he slammed inside of her, his hands catching her hips in a tight grip. She moaned around the cock in her mouth. Her Sir, guided her head faster and faster as the water seemed to hit the SUV harder.
“Fuck, the wash will be over before we’re done. Suck harder, slave. Get me off.” His command was ruined by the plea in his voice.
“Shit.” Liam pounded harder into her, obviously seeking his own release. Her ass stung as his jeans rubbed over her tender curves. The slight flare of pain only seemed to stroke her desire higher. All she needed was a….
As if Liam could read her mind, his hand covered her mound, his fingers rubbing circles over her clit. She choked on a spurt of seed as her own pleasure hit her. Sucking hard, she tried to keep up with Sir’s release, but Master’s last two thrusts were so violent, he pushed her off Grim’s cock and back across her Sir’s lap.
“Fuck!” Master’s guttural curse filled the interior as the spray hitting the SUV lightened signaling the wax cycle of the wash. Their brief moment of privacy was nearly over. Then she felt it. The tremors that shook her Master as he gave in and filled her full of seed, once again thankful she’d gone on birth control a few months ago. It was wonderful to not have to deal with condoms. To feel her Master and Sir inside her with nothing between them.
Part Two: Their Arrival
As Grim followed Analise’s directions down the gravel road, Liam found himself growing more and more tense. Their earlier pit-stop had done wonders to relieve some of the tension he found building this morning. Too bad it didn’t last. He was a Dom for God’s sake. He shouldn’t be nervous about meeting Analise’s family. After dealing with her pig-headed uncle, meeting her father should be a breeze. But for some reason he’d been unsettled since Analise had asked Grim and him to accompany her back to Iowa for her uncle’s wedding to his lover, Reed. He wasn’t sure if it was because of seeing Paul again after their last blow out, or the fact he was scared Analise might decide to return home, once she reconnected with not only her family but her friends and perhaps some young man. She hadn’t given him any sign of being tired of him or Grim, and logically he knew his fear were unfounded, but it still didn’t stop him from feeling edgy.
“At the next T intersection, Sir, turn left. Then the farm should be about half a mile up the road on the right.”
A city boy, Grim chuckled. “Are you sure that all this corn didn’t swallow it up?”
Analise giggled as she looked at the nearly seven foot tall corn stalks. “Yeah, fairly sure. This field corn here is used to fed our pigs, but don’t worry Master…” She looked over her shoulder from the front seat. “Dad always has sweet corn growing in the big garden.” She smiled at him. “There’s nothing better than a big ear of ‘Peaches and Cream’ dripping with butter.”
“Well, I can think of a few things, but your father might frown upon me having you for dessert, sweetheart.” Grim slowed to make the turn. Under them the sound of gravel, pinging against the under carriage, was loud.
“Or shock him down to his core.” Analise sighed. “Thanks for coming with me, guys. You didn't have to agree to meet my dad after what happened with Paulie.”
Liam unhooked his seatbelt and moved forward to be included in the conversation. “Of course we did. We love you and dealing with the in-laws is part of the deal.” He braced his arms on either side of the buckets seats. “This should be a cakewalk after dealing with Grim's mother.”
Grim chuckled. “It wasn't that bad, Master. Other than the fact that Mom's deaf and you were still learning ASL.”
A smile crossed his face at the memory of him trying to sign when he first met Sarah Harkin. She was a lovely woman despite her disability. She'd accepted him after giving him the third degree. “Yeah, you should've been there Analise. I was trying to impress her with my very rudimentary signing while Grim was parking the truck and, well needless to say, she was tickled pink when I managed to mix up the signs for son and lover. I unfortunately didn't take ASL in college like you did. “
Analise gaped at him. “So you outted Grim to his mother?”
“Naw, Mom's known I've lusted after men since I was a teenager, so it was no shock when I brought Liam home with me. Now you, on the other hand....well, that was a surprise.”
“Me a surprise? Doubtful. When she met me, she said it was about damned time some woman corralled you guys.”
“So that was what had you blushing when we came back from the kitchen. Too bad Mom doesn't realize that the opposite is true.”
Liam fingered the collar at her throat. “Speaking of corralling, we're not going to be expected to any fancy pig wrangling or anything right?”
Analise sighed. “No, there won't be any greased pig contests unless Uncle Paulie has a bit too much to drink at the reception. Get a few beers in that man and he's ready to challenge a Billy goat for the title of stubbornness.”
“Sounds about right.” Liam sighed as a two story farm house popped into view. “Just remember that Grim is your boy-friend and I'm just his roommate you didn't want to leave alone for the holiday.” They had talked
about easing her father into the fact his daughter was a willing participant in a ménage. She hadn't wanted to, but when he'd pointed out it would give her dad a chance to get to know both Grim and him without prejudice, she's reluctantly agreed.
“Just for the record, I still think this is a stupid idea. My dad isn't going to believe that you, a professor of forensics, have a roommate or that you didn't want to be alone for the holiday. He may be a farmer but he's not an idiot. Besides I shouldn't have to hide the fact I'm in love with both of you.”
“Trust me, piccola, I know what I'm doing.” He rubbed his thumb over her lower lip. “It won't be forever. We'll tell your father by the end of the weekend. I just don't want it to blow up in your face.”
She sighed, but reluctantly nodded as they pulled into the yard. “Fine. But I still say lying to my father is a bad idea.”
* * * *
Grim had to fight from agreeing with Analise. He didn't know what had gotten into their Master. If it had been him or Analise denying their relationship, they'd both have hot asses for even thinking it. But he's the Master. He parking the SUV in front of a huge red barn.
Just as he cut the engine, a man wearing a Grateful Dead t-shirt and faded jeans appeared in the porch. If it hadn't been for the smattering of gray at the man's temples, along with Analise's admission to being an only child, he would've swore the man was her brother. The resemblance was uncanny. Next to him, Analise squealed before darting out of the SUV.
“Daddy!”
As both he and Liam slowly exited the vehicle, the man swung his daughter around, lifting her completely off her feet. Their excited voices carried across the short distance, but he couldn't understand what they were saying. As they joined them, Analise broke free. “Dad, this is Liam and Grim. Friends of mine from Chicago. Guys, this is my father, Erik Rochon.”
The man turned, his shrewd eyes taking them in. “So which one of you men is the one who stole my baby's heart and convinced her to stay in the city?”
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