One morning, he was sitting in his car at the entry to his building. A delivery van was blocking the entrance to the parking level. While he waited, he saw the sexiest woman he’d seen in ages strut across the street right in front of him. He watched her walk up the sidewalk and in through the entry doors to his building. He thought all his Christmases had come at once. He parked his car as quickly as possible and raced into the building. He needed to find the woman with the sheet of long, silky black hair wearing a black dress and red scarf.
He hadn’t been able to see her face, but the sway of those hips and the come fuck me walk he’d remember until the day he died. Looking around the reception area and seeing it empty, he panicked. Could she have left already? He didn’t think so. As he stood there feeling deflated at not being able to find his Juliet, Mia, his receptionist, called out.
“Morning, Dylan. You’re in early.”
He raised his eyes to greet her, still not believing his angel could have slipped by him, and nearly had heart attack. Little Mia was standing beside him wearing the same black dress and red scarf the sexy woman had worn. He felt like he’d been punched in the stomach. The sexy woman he’d been lusting after was none other than Mia, their loyal, irreplaceable receptionist.
From that day she was no longer a girl to him, but a woman. One he lusted and fantasized over. She, though, was going out with that idiot boyfriend. And one thing he wasn’t was a homewrecker. He would never ever be able to give up the boys, either. Asking Mia to accept that type of relationship, including his need to share her with the boys, was impossible. He loved being a voyeur,. Being able to first orchestrate the scenes and then watching them was a great pleasure for him. He just couldn’t imagine Mia there. She was a natural submissive, and he felt she’d be intimidated by their lifestyle. He wondered now, though, after seeing her at the club today, maybe his impressions of her were a little different than the reality. He had to try not only for himself but for the boys as well. Better to try and fail than to always wonder what would have happened.
* * * *
Mia woke to blinding rays of sunshine burning through her retinas. She’d forgotten to shut the drapes last night. Throwing a pillow over her face to block out the sun, she took a minute to remember where she was. Then it all came flooding back, the fire and her bosses coming to her rescue. The last memory she had of last night was of feeling the comfort of the clothes that she’d borrowed and then lying down on the bed to see if it was as comfortable as it looked. Then the world had gone blank. Obviously, she’d drifted off with exhaustion from the effects of the traumatic day. She thought of what she might have missed and what the men would be doing right now.
She hadn’t had a chance to look around the house last night. When she’d been here before for the staff Christmas parties, she’d only ever seen the living areas. Did they all sleep in the same bed, or did they have separate rooms? Given their sex-a-thons in the office, she guessed they all slept in the same room. Their bed would have to be massive to accommodate all that naked maleness, those muscled legs, chests and butts so tight one could crack nuts on them. And then all those cocks, mouths, and hands. She was drooling, and the thoughts sent a hungry need straight to her core. Her pussy throbbed with awareness of her need. Would she be brave enough to have three lovers? Could she be wild and free enough to indulge in her greatest fantasy, multiple men all centered on her?
Her hand drifted over her body to her sensitive nipples that swelled and tightened with need at her touch and then travelled down over her rounded stomach and down toward her now-throbbing pussy begging for attention. She slipped her hand under the waistband of the boxers and opened her legs as she imagined Peter lapping at her pussy, Mathew suckling her breast, and Dylan using his powerful eyes to command her as he took her mouth in a brutal kiss. The images in her head caused a moan to escape her lips. Using her index finger, she swept through her moist labia and pushed just the tip into her heated core. Lubricating her finger with her natural juices, she pulled her finger back to her clit and circled it as it swelled. Her fantasy changed to Dylan commanding her to suck his cock. She lovingly took his cock into her mouth and licked and lapped, feeding on his moans of pleasure. She was on her hands and knees, and Peter was underneath her, alternately kissing her breasts and sucking on Dylan’s balls. Mathew then mounted her from behind.
She now had a cock in her pussy and one in her mouth, with only one orifice left unfilled. Her fantasy drifted. She had never been into anal sex before. But the thought of the three men all fucking her at the same time gave her the extra push over the edge she needed. The muscles in her body locked as her clit and pussy convulsed in pleasure. Using her free hand, she slammed the pillow tighter over her mouth as she moaned and groaned out her release. God, what would it be like to make those fantasies a reality? Would it be good, or would her embarrassment and fear overwhelm the experience? Maybe if she were a little drunk it would be easier to let go of her inhibitions. Then she also wanted to be sober so she could remember every detail. She wanted to be able to remember her wild youth when she was old and gray.
Grow up, girl. It’s never going to happen. They’re gay. Pushing off the covers she didn’t remember pulling over herself, she got out of bed and headed toward the kitchen. Coffee was definitely on the agenda for her this morning. The house was quiet and empty. Obviously her men were not morning people. Her men, god, she had to stop saying that. After her first week working with them, she had started thinking of them as her men. Now three years later, she was still doing it. Maybe she should just give it up. She was about to start a new adventure at the Locks and Chain club. Maybe there she would find a Master who would love and care for her just like she wished the boys would do. Suddenly she thought of something she could do for them as a small gesture of thanks. With her mission in mind, she headed to the kitchen with a purpose.
* * * *
Dylan woke with a smile on his face and Peter’s lips wrapped round his cock. There was no better way to wake up than with his cock engulfed in the cave of a warm mouth. The only thing that could be better would be Mia’s warm, wet pussy milking his cock of every last drop of his cum. He groaned at the image and then chided himself for thinking of someone else when he was with Peter. But he just couldn’t stop thoughts of Mia and the image of her mounting him and slowly sliding down his cock and watching it sucked deep into her body. Before he’d had a chance to focus back on Peter and what he was doing to him, his cock jerked and jolted as he jetted his cum deep into his mouth. “Good boy,” he said, gently rubbing his hair.
“Thank you, Master,” he replied.
He opened his eyes to watch Peter move over to Mathew and give him the same morning head job. He wasn’t going to let Mathew get away with not returning the favor, though. “My boys, get in a sixty-nine position. I want to watch both my subs sucking cock.” He watched as Mathew’s eyes opened immediately. Peter twisted and got into position. A passing thought of what would Mia think watching this jolted him, and he ruthlessly pushed it away and focused on the scene in front of him. It was a work of art, hard muscles and defined forms wrapped around each other as they devoured each other’s cocks. It was a moaning and groaning living art, just beautiful. They both increased their tempos and started thrusting in each other’s mouths until the final crest, and within seconds of each other, they climaxed. A drop of cum dripped from Mathew’s mouth, and he scooped it up with his finger. Dylan’s tongue swept out and lapped the drop off, and he bent in and kissed Mathew deeply. Ensuring Peter didn’t miss out, he leant over and kissed him with a softer, gentler kiss, the love he felt for his boys pouring into each kiss. No matter what happened with Mia, they would have each other always and forever.
* * * *
Mia was nervously standing waiting in the kitchen. She’d heard the thumps on the stairs as the guys headed down, and she hoped they would love the breakfast she’d made. She was no skilled chef, but she loved to cook and had never had any complaints. This fe
lt more important to her than any meal she had ever cooked. She felt like she was sitting a test she hadn’t studied for.
“What’s that delicious smell?”
“God, please tell me Mia knows how to cook, and that’s breakfast.”
Chapter Seven
“It’s nothing grand, just bacon, eggs, pancakes, and waffles,” she said, feeling the heat rising from her chest toward her face. Imagine blushing at my age.
“I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
“This is a banquet.”
“You didn’t have to,” Peter said with a catch to his voice and a loving smile.
“I wanted to. I’m so sorry for crashing out on you all last night.”
“Honey, don’t you worry. You had a very stressful day. Do you feel better this morning?” Mathew asked as he walked around the island bench toward her.
“Yes, much better. I’m ready to handle everything now. I’ve started a massive to-do list of things I have to get done today,” she said, opening the oven and lifting out the bacon she had warming. “I know I can never repay you for everything you did for me yesterday. I want you to know I’ll get out of your hair today. I’m no freeloader.”
“Little Mia, you’re not a freeloader, and you can stay here as long as you want.”
If only he knew how much she loved being called little Mia. They had all called her that over the years, and each time it relaxed her and made her feel delicate and cared for. But she couldn’t dump herself on them. “Thanks, Dylan, but I don’t impose on anyone, and I always pay my way.”
* * * *
Dylan wasn’t happy. He looked toward Mathew and Peter, and they were both wearing matching scowls. He thought that offering her a contract might be cold and heartless, even a bit too much of a business transaction. However, after her response, it seemed like the only way they’d get her to agree to move in with them.
Finishing the last bite of his waffle, he thought how much he missed eating like this. Considering there were three of them living in the house, surely at least one of them would’ve learned how to cook. No, they had all shacked up together and, afterward, found out none of them could cook. He watched her lean over the sink to reach for the condiments and wanted to groan at the sight of her legs and ass visible under his shirt. If he didn’t know her so well, he would’ve thought she did it on purpose just to stir them into action. He knew she had no idea of how attractive she was. She didn’t realize the natural sensuality that oozed from her. Thank god all her clothes were destroyed. He never understood why someone with curves in all the right places hid them under baggy clothing. Now they had a blank canvas to work with, and he couldn’t wait to start metaphorically painting. He wanted to buy her everything from lingerie to office wear and even fetish gear. He could really see her in a schoolgirl outfit. A short skirt, long socks, and a white collared shirt twisted in a knot under her breasts. No underwear though, so when she bent to put plates in the dishwasher, he would get the best view of her naked pussy. He groaned when he felt Mathew’s hand grab his cock under the table and squeeze.
“Down, boy,” Mathew whispered so only he could hear.
“I can’t help it. Fuck!”
Mia stood and turned around, obviously hearing him. “Sorry? I missed that,” she asked.
“I said ‘can I help you?’” He wanted to slap Peter when he started laughing and then coughed to cover it.
“Well, boys, I’ll cover the leftovers and put them in the refrigerator and then throw on my clothes from yesterday and I’ll be ready to leave for the office.”
Dylan smiled at her use of ‘boys.’ She had no idea that he called both Mathew and Peter “boys.” It had naturally slipped from her mouth. He had heard Peter’s sudden intake of breath. He always had that reaction whenever someone called him boy, conditioned to it as part of their lifestyle. He looked at Peter and saw him sit up straighter, ready to take an order from Mia. Had he judged it wrongly? Did Peter also want to be submissive to Mia? He was sure they would both prefer to be on an equal footing. Partners in crime as they say. Maybe Mia would like to dominate Peter? He needed to watch them closely and think about it.
He wanted to laugh as he watched Mathew and Peter playing rock-paper-scissors for who would be driving this morning. He wasn’t sure who wanted what, but they both were about to be disappointed. “Mia, my dear, ride in the back with me this morning. I’m sure the boys want to sit up front, don’t you, boys?” He ended with his Dom voice, making it a command, not a question.
“Of course,” they both parroted.
Good boys, he thought and knew both of them were answering “thank you, Master” in their own minds. God it was good to be a Dom.
* * * *
Peter had had enough. All day he’d been thinking about what they were going to offer Mia. He’d listened to her calling her insurance company and lodging her claim. She even checked with them regarding emergency funds. In addition, she was right now calling hotels and motels, getting long-term rates. He was going to risk disobeying his Master by demanding he do something about it now. He hadn’t disobeyed Dylan since he moved in with them over a year ago. He hated conflict, but he could man up like anyone else, and he could fight. He just didn’t like to do it. He liked everything calm and everyone happy.
He stomped into Dylan’s office.
“Yes, my boy?” Dylan asked.
“She’s out there right now ringing hotels, for Christ’s sake. You told us we would be keeping her.” He knew he sounded like a whining child, and he just didn’t care. Mia was going to be their new toy. Dylan had basically promised. Now everyone had just gotten back to work and forgotten all about it.
“I know, love, but I need her to know she has other options before we make our offer. Did you think I had changed my mind? Do you need a good spanking to remember to always trust your Master?”
He swallowed the lump in his throat. “It’s not that I didn’t trust you. I was just…” He couldn’t face Dylan as he said it, so he looked down at the floor. “Impatient.”
“I know. It seems to be running in the family right now. I’ve had Mathew bugging me every fifteen minutes for the last hour and half.” Dylan smiled when Mathew stormed into his office. “Well, it looks like all the team’s here now.”
Mathew turned and saw Peter. “Okay then, let’s get Mia in here and make the offer,” Mathew said.
“Give me twenty minutes to type up a draft contract first. We need to protect ourselves,” Dylan replied.
“Okay, I’ll tell Mia we’re having a meeting in thirty minutes,” Peter said.
“Boys, I don’t want you to get your hopes up on this and then be disappointed.”
“I’ll try not to,” Mathew replied.
“Too late,” Peter said as he left the office on his way to reception.
The message on his computer screen brought Dylan back from his thoughts. Mathew had sent an e-mail containing a list of requirements for the contract. He was surprised at how dominant Mathew was toward Mia, although he knew it would be good for him. He had a lot of pent-up need to disperse on a sub. If this didn’t work out with Mia, he’d have to plan more time for Peter to submit to him.
Dylan spent the next twenty minutes drafting out the contract. And before he knew it, the boys were back in his office, and he was pressing the print button. He felt nervous, even a little afraid of how this meeting might go. He truly didn’t know how Mia was going to take it. The whole thing might really blow up in their faces. It would take a really committed woman to take on three bisexual men who were already a family unit.
“Well, boys, are we ready?”
“As ready as we’re ever going to be,” Mathew said with a sigh.
“Okay, do you want me to go over the contract with you both first?” Dylan asked
“No, you’re the Master,” Peter replied.
“As long as my list is in there, I’m all good,” Mathew said.
“Yes, Mathew. Your list of requirements, and s
ome additional ones I think you missed, are in there.” Dylan chuckled, placing the paper in front of him on his desk.
“Fantastic. How long till she’s due?”
“Right about now,” Peter said as a knock at the door made them all jump.
“Come in, Mia. Take a seat.” Dylan stood and pointed to the vacant seat opposite his desk. “Let me start, Mia, by saying this isn’t about business. We’re all here to help you if we can,” he said, trying to reassure the obviously worried woman now sitting across from him.
* * * *
Mia let out the breath she was not aware she was holding. She’d been panicking for the past five minutes about this meeting. She didn’t know what they wanted, and it always worried her when she didn’t know what was coming.
“As you can guess, we’ve been listening to you all day on the phone.”
“Ah! Shit. I said that out loud, didn’t I?” Mia couldn’t believe what she’d said. It was official. She has lost her mind. Fuck! They couldn’t really be angry at her for using most of her time on personal matters given that she was homeless and, well, clothesless, if that was even a word.
“Don’t worry, love. It’s okay.” Peter chuckled at her gaff.
“Mia, we have an offer for you to consider which may help you out. I can only imagine how unsettled you must be right now. You know how much we all value you, and we’re a team,” Mathew said.
“I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to bring my problems to you. It’s just that Peter got me at a weak moment. Honestly, I can sort this all out. I don’t want to trouble you all.”
“Mia, it’s no trouble, and trust me, the offer we’re about to make is not free. We would never offer you pity. You’re a strong, independent woman, and we wouldn’t want to insult you,” Mathew said, looking over at her with a smile.
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