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

by Trace, Dakota

  Anger built inside her. The bitch had actually put moves on her master. Pulling her arm free, she glared at Elizabeta. “Of course it didn't work. Do you know why? He's a fucking dominant. And since you know nothing about the lifestyle, let me give you a little FYI. Doms do the pursuing not vice versa.”

  The other woman's eyes lit up. “He's into chains and whips?” She licked her lower lip. “Oh, I've got to have him now. I've never had the chance to fuck one of those. So what do you say? Want to help me out? We could leave now, and beat feet back to your dad’s place.”

  “And what exactly do you think that will accomplish?

  Elizabeta smiled. “You’re going to tie me to his bed.”

  “Not happening.” She said flatly, pushing her emotions down. There wasn’t a prayer in hell she would help her ex roomie seduce her master. Not that merely tying a woman to his bed would do that. Her on her knees begging for his cock worked wonderfully, but she wasn’t about to tell Elizabeta that.

  “Why not?” Elizabeta’s voice climbed. “You too much a prude? I'd hoped your time in the big city had cured you of that. But obviously you're still as much the stuck up virgin as you were before you left.”

  Analise strove for patience. “Keep your damned voice down.” She hauled Elizabeta out of the pavilion. Stopping next to the woman’s car, she placed her hands on her hips. “Just like I told you in school. My sex life is no concern off yours. Now either you will keep a civil tongue in your head, or you can leave.”

  “There was nothing uncivil about what I said. We women are supposed to help each other out. I don’t know what your problem is…”

  Finally losing it, she grabbed the other woman by the front of her dress. “I will not help you sink your claws into Liam. He’s mine. That’s all you have to know.”

  Elizabeta’s jaw dropped. “You’re with Grim…not…”

  Sneering at the woman, she got right up in her face. “They are both mine.”

  “I don’t see any rings…”

  “I have something better.” She touched the slender collar at her throat that most had merely mistaken for a choker. She’d been getting compliments on it all day. “See this? This is their collar. That means they own me lock, stock, and barrel. You may not realize what it means, but it means that I’m more important to them than some washed up skank who’s just looking for another meal ticket. So back the fuck off before I forget that I’m at my uncle’s wedding, and kick your ass all the way into town for trying to poach one of my men. “

  Elizabeta reddened, jerking the car door open. “You’re going to regret this. The whole town will know tomorrow what a slut you are. Think of what your dad will say.”

  A fresh spurt of pain trickled through her but she wasn’t about to let the woman realize she’d scored a direct hit. “Leave.” Then she spun back around to head to the pavilion. She froze when she saw Liam and her dad standing a few feet away. She couldn’t read either of their expressions. Damnit, will this day ever end? Pasting a smile on her face, she skirted around them and headed back towards the pavilion.

  Part Four: The Reckoning

  “Analise Rochon, don’t you even think about running off to your room.”

  Her father’s words had her stopping at the bottom of the stairs. “I’m not running away, Daddy. I’m going to go get out of this dress and pack for tomorrow.” She gave him a pleading look as behind him the door opened and Liam and Grim walked in. She desperately needed to escape for a bit.

  “It can keep. I want both you and your men’s presence in the kitchen right now. It’s time we sit down and talk about what the hell is going on.”

  She swallowed roughly. This is what she’d wanted originally when they first arrived but now after everything that had happened, she found herself dreading it. “Fine. Let me change out of my wedding clothes and I’ll be right down.”

  “Now.” He actually pointed to the kitchen. Lowering her head, she nodded.

  “Fine.” Walking into the kitchen, she pulled out a chair and sat down as the men filtered in. Once Liam and Grim sat down on either side of her, her dad pulled out a bottle of scotch from the cupboard and four glasses. After pouring them all a generous finger of the gold liquid, he sat them down on the table and nodded. “Drink up. I have a feeling we’re all going to need this before we’re through.”

  Liam and Grim both downed theirs while she just held the glass. Her stomach was too tight to drink.

  Erik plopped down across from them. “So who wants to tell me exactly what the hell is going on? And no lies this time.” He crossed his arms over his chest, his expression hard.

  Deciding to bite the bullet, Analise blurted out the truth. “I’m their submissive, and I happen to be in love with both of them.”

  If she’d expected her dad to get pissed and storm off, she was far from wrong. Her dad shifted, then picked up his scotch and downed what was left in his glass. “I suspected as much after your uncle spilled the beans after his last visit to Chicago.”

  “You knew?” Liam’s fingers tightened around his drink. “And you put your daughter through hell when you saw us together earlier this morning.”

  Erik sighed. “There’s a difference between knowing and…knowing, if you get my drift. It’s one thing to be told by my brother that Analise had taken up with two men in the city, and quite another to see it under my nose. I kept telling myself that she was merely dating two men and that she would eventually choose one or the other. Lord knows when I was her age, I dated a lot of women. How could I expect my daughter to be any different?”

  “But I am different, Daddy. I was a virgin when I met Liam and Grim. I had zip for experience. This is my first serious relationship.”

  Erik squeezed the bridge of his nose. “I didn’t need to know that, Analise. Let me have some illusions, baby girl. The idea of my daughter having sex…well, let’s just say I don’t need to know my daughter is sexually active. Anyway, when you showed up claiming Grim was your boyfriend and Liam was just a friend, I figured Grim had been your final choice.” He set his drink back down. “So this submissive thing? You agreed to it?”

  She nodded as Grim stiffened on one side of her, while Liam cursed softly. “Of course she agreed to it. We aren’t rapists, Erik.”

  Her dad scowled. “I didn’t think for a minute that either of you were. If I had, I’d have met you at the door with a shotgun. I did some research online and cornered Paulie to answer my questions.” He rolled his shoulders. “So Analise is submissive to one or both of you?”

  “Both.” Grim set his drink aside. “I’m considered a switch. I dominate Analise but submit to Liam.”

  Erik seemed to slowly absorb the information that Liam and Grim were gay or at least bi-sexual. “Does that mean if you decide to go your separate ways that you’ll choose one another over her?”

  “Don’t, Dad.” She held up a hand. “I’m not going to let you drive a wedge between us. When I decided to be theirs, I knew going in they were a package deal. If we do go our separate ways, they will stay together and I will move on.”

  Erik studied her. “And you accepted that?”

  She sighed. “Yes, I accepted it. They’ve been together for quite a few years. Besides I never would be able to choose. It’s like peanut butter and jelly. Can’t have one without the other.” She took a sip of her drink, wincing at the burn. “I’m a grown woman and what I found with them, I can’t find just anywhere. I know it’s a lot to accept, but I can only hope you’ll be happy that they make me happy.”

  Her dad covered her hand with his. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted. I just don’t know why you didn’t come right out and tell me instead of lying. Even if the truth stings, it’s still better than deceiving a person.”

  She glanced over at Liam. “I told you.”

  Liam actually reddened. “Well, that was my fault. I wanted you to meet us without any preconceived notions. To judge us on our personalities, not the fact we share your daughter. Besides if you
had realized what our relationship was, you probably wouldn’t have found that we share our love for fishing and motorcycles.”

  “Perhaps.” Her dad leaned back in his chair. “I suppose in the end it’s a good thing. With both of you to protect her in Chicago, I should rest easier at night.”

  “Of course.” Grim picked up her hand. “We watch after her, and more often than not she stays with us.”

  Her dad’s eyebrows rose. “Really. I didn’t realize you’d given up your apartment, Analise.”

  She shook her head. “I haven’t. And I don’t plan on it. While I love them and enjoy being with them, I still need my own space and my lease won’t be up until the end of the month.” She chose to ignore the warning squeeze Liam gave her leg. “Besides, its good for my credit rating.”

  Her dad nodded. There seemed to be some kind of unspoken agreement as the men stared at each other. Finally her dad spoke. “Okay, now that we’re all on the same page, I’m headed into town. Seth is supposed to be picking me up for our usual Sunday bowling league night.” He glared at his daughter. “And no lectures. We usually car pool together, so I don’t want to hear anything about me drinking and driving.”

  “Okay, Dad.”

  “Good. Now, if I find out either of you have hurt my daughter in a way she doesn’t want, I’ll come hunting, do you understand?”

  Liam gave a solemn ‘Of course,’ while Grim nodded.

  “Good. Now I should be gone for at least four hours. I expect my home to be in the same shape I left it in. Got it? Clean up after yourselves and my room is off-limits.” Then her dad shuffled out of the room just as a car pulled up in the yard. A short while later the front screen slammed shut and the car pulled away.

  “Well, I think I’m going to go change out of this–” As she moved to stand, both men stood as well.

  “I don’t think so. I do believe our submissive has been naughty. What do you think, Grim?”

  Grim, the traitor, nodded. A squeal escaped her as she found herself hoisted over his wide shoulder. “Put me down!” She smacked at his back. She knew she had what was coming, but it didn’t’ mean that she had to make this easy for either men.

  “Knock it off, Analise, unless you want your punishment to double.” His hand came down hard on her bottom. Heat radiated from where he’d swatted. “Upstairs in my room is my toy bag, Grim. Bring it down to the barn.”

  “Yes, Master.” The smug answer was the last thing she heard before Liam carted her out of the house.

  * * * *

  By the time, Grim had fetched the toy bag from the room Liam had been using and made his way down to the barn, only a few minutes had past. But as he entered the dark barn, he saw that their Master had put the time to use. Their submissive was standing in front of Liam naked, her dark burgundy dress pooled at her feet.

  “I got it.” He held up the black duffle bag.

  “Good, inamorato.” Liam took the bag from him. “I want you take her over to the empty stall. Inside you'll find a bale of hay covered by a blanket. At each corner there is a stake driven into the ground.” He unzipped the bag, then pulled free a set of wrist and ankle cuffs with a leather strap at each end. “Tie her to the ground. I don't want her squirming away during her punishment. Do you understand?”

  Grim nodded. “Yes, Master.” He took the cuffs from him before spinning around to capture a fleeing Analise. Obviously his little one had realized what was in store for her and thought to beat a hasty retreat. “It's not gonna be that easy,” he whispered the words into her ear as he lifted her easily and headed to the stall Liam had pointed out. Shouldering his way inside, he nodded his approval at Liam's preparation. This must be what his Master had been doing when he'd come down to the barn before the wedding. He'd planned on giving Analise her fantasy.

  “Shit. He didn't.” She squirmed against the arm he had wrapped around her waist.

  “Yes, he did. And one way or another, sweetheart, you're going to end up over that bale restrained for our pleasure.” He nuzzled her neck. “No matter how much you try to fight it.” He gave extra emphasis on the word, to remind her than neither he nor Liam had an issue with her struggling against them. If she wanted to fight, she could. “The only thing that will change the outcome of this is if you safeword, Analise. You can scream, you can holler, struggle, or whatever else you think might persuade us, but in the end we will have you.”

  “Sir...” She whimpered as he cupped her pussy with his free hand, giving it a squeeze. Under his fingers she was hot and wet.

  He growled against her collarbone. “I can't wait to eat this pussy. It's been too long since I've tasted you.”

  “But....” she protested when he suddenly dumped her onto the bale. Quickly straddling her waist, he caught one wrist and managed to get the cuff around it. Jerking on the tether he managed to loop it around the stake.

  “No!” She clawed at the cuff before he could catch her other hand. As she slipped the restraint off the stake, he hauled her other hand back.

  “Bad subbie.” He scolded, repeating the process with her other hand. She jerked under him as he secured both wrists. “You've just earned yourself six swats with the flogger.”

  She whimpered and he knew he had her. While the crop was used entirely for the punishment, the flogger was used strictly for pleasure. Sliding down her hips, he let his hands run over her smooth back to the rise of her ass. He couldn't resist squeezing the fleshy mounds before sliding his fingers between her thighs. Prying them apart, he wedged his body between them so she couldn't close her legs. When she tried to kick out at him when he reached for one of her ankles, he ground his cock against her ass. “Keep it up, subbie and you're going to get more than a spanking. I'll fuck your ass til you scream.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She immediately calmed down. It wasn't that Analise hated anal sex. In fact, she seemed to love it, but in the past they'd always stretched her out with plugs and what not before he did. It wasn't that he was overly large. Hell, Liam was longer than him. It was because of his girth. He was thick, and the last thing either Liam or he wanted was to tear her.

  Quickly tying off the other ankle, he was stepping back to examine his work, when Master stepped into the stall. Gone was the dress shirt he'd been wearing earlier. Instead he was simply wearing his slacks and nothing else. Not even shoes. But looking at the floor around him, he could see nothing but fresh straw on the floor.

  “Good job, Grim. I see you have her secure.” Liam crouched down to double check her restraints. Not that he didn't trust Grim but because it was merely habit. He always checked the restraints on his subs before playing. A loud crack filled the stall as Master brought his hand down on her bottom hard. Analise cried out in surprise.

  “You know why I smacked you, piccola?”

  Her dark head lifted. “Because I refused to play both roles, Master?”

  Liam slowly shook his head. “No. You were right to not give into my demands.” Analise must have smiled because Liam gave her ass another tap. “But don't go getting cocky. I'm your Master, and I definitely don't like to be refused.” His hand rubbed over the bright outline of his hand. “The reason you got that coming was because of what you told your dad.”

  “What I told Dad?”

  “You belittled your part in our life. How could you think for one moment if you left that either Grim or I would be able to go on as if you had never come into it?”

  Curious to hear her answer, Grim rounded the bale so he could see her face. “I'm sorry, Master. But it's the truth. I made a promise to never break you and Grim up. I won't go back on my word. Your relationship with flourish with or without me.”

  Another loud crack filled the air. “I can do this all night, Analise, until you realize you are just as important to me as Grim is. You accepted my collar. I will not let you go.” He released a flurry of spanks, until her upraised bottom was pink. “Do you understand me?”

  Tears were streaking down her cheeks, but she nodded. “Yes,
Master.”

  Thumbing away her tears, he pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. “Good. Now that we have dealt with that matter, there is one other item we need to deal with.”

  “Yes, Master?”

  “Your lease. It's up at the end of the month, correct?”

  She nodded. “Yes. I should be able to renew it without an issue.”

  “Don't.” Liam took a deep breath. “I want you to move in with Grim and me.”

  Her eyes widened. “But....Lena warned me to not expect that. That it took you nearly two years before you moved Grim in with you.”

  Liam lifted her face up by her chin. “Lena may be a good reference for most things BDSM, but for this she isn't. With Grim I was waiting until he graduated from college. I wanted him established with a degree before I took over his life. With you, you're already working in the profession in a well-established company. I don't have to wait any longer than I want. And I'm finding I want you in our home now, not a year from now.”

  “What about Grim? Remember I'm an equal opportunity gal. I can't move in unless he wants me there as well.”

  This time, Grim brought his hand down on her bottom, loving the feel of heat against his palm. “As if you have to ask. I was ready for you to move in since our first time at the cabin.”

  “Okay, okay. I'll move in. Lay off my ass.” Her words came out more as a watery laugh than a protest.

  He squeezed it. “Why? It's so much fun to play with.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to rosy skin.

  * * * *

  The last thing she'd expected when they'd hauled her off to the barn was to end up with a demand that she move in with them. She'd expected make up sex, sure, but not this, this torture. She moaned as Liam ordered Sir to his knees, and Grim loosened the tab on his slacks to tug out Master's cock. Kneeling less than eighteen inches from her face, she got a bird's eye view of her Sir sucking off their master. Even with her ass hot she wanted to taste, to explore with her mouth, just like Sir was doing.