Mia's Masters [Locks and Chains 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Sara Kingston

  Now she had nothing. She’d experienced loneliness before. She’d been on her own since she was fifteen. She’d struggled and survived, never stopping to let the loneness in and overpower her. She could do this. She could handle this and learn from it. More tears streamed down her cheeks to drop on the floor as the pain lanced her. How could she survive this? She knew she would. There was no other option. If she could find a doctor to cut it out, she would. Any physical pain was better than this.

  The knock at the door startled Mia, and she grabbed her robe from the bed and wrapped it round her. She looked through the peephole, but all she saw was a carton, and it looked like her favorite Rocky Road ice cream. “What the…?” Opening the door, she discovered it was her favorite ice cream in the hands of Peter. Before she could hold it back, a sob broke free.

  “Ah! Honey…please let me in. We can chat and put some wasteful calories in our bodies.”

  “What are you doing here, Peter?” God, she must look a sight. She’d been crying for days.

  * * * *

  “Is that a no, you’re not letting me in, and we’re going to make a scene in the hotel hallway?” Peter said with a determination.

  “I’m sorry. Of course, come in.” Walking through the door, he closed it behind him and saw Mia. She was a mess. Her eyes were red and swollen. She’d obviously been crying for a couple of days, by the look of her. Glancing round the room at the mess it was in, it looked like she’d been crying solidly for the past week. She had never looked more beautiful to him. For her to be in this deep valley of pain, she must love them wholeheartedly.

  “You didn’t answer my question. What are you doing here?”

  God, she looked cute when she was trying to be angry. Venomous just wasn’t in her nature.

  “I came to see you, of course.” Walking past her, he slumped on the sofa, grabbing the remote from the coffee table on his way.

  “I don’t understand,” she said in a small, desolate voice.

  “Are you saying we’re not friends? That I mean nothing to you?” he asked with mock hurt, placing his hand over his wounded heart.

  “Ah, Peter, of course you mean something to me. More than you know. More than you should,” she whispered.

  “Well then. Let’s find a great movie and eat this ice cream.” He flicked to the pay-per-view channel and began scrolling through the available movies.

  “Chick flick or sci-fi?”

  “Your choice. It’s all about you.” She sulked.

  He switched off the TV and threw the remote back toward the coffee table. “Okay, how about we just sit and chat for a while then?”

  Mia looked into his eyes, staring at him as if he had lost his mind.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  “Peter, you know we’re over, right? You were there a week ago when Dylan threw me out.”

  She looked so adorably concerned for him. Dylan was right. This was going to be easier than he’d first thought. He really needed to learn to never question his Master. He knew most slaves wouldn’t dare question their Dom. But Dylan had never asked that of him. He wanted him to question. He wanted to give him choices. He could never go back to blind devotion and obedience again. He was too damaged. Just like his Mia. They were both damaged souls. They could both heal each other under the care of their Masters.

  “He didn’t throw you out. But yes, he was an idiot when he temporarily terminated our relationship.”

  “There was nothing temporary about it, Peter.”

  “Okay, let’s leave that elephant in the room for a moment. I missed you,” he replied.

  “I missed you, too, Peter.”

  “I love you, Mia.”

  “I love you, too, Peter. Does Dylan know you’re here?”

  “Yes, of course he does.” He took his opening at her shocked gasp and pounced. He grabbed her neck, cradling her head in his hands, and brought his lips to hers. Not giving her a chance to protest, he claimed her mouth. For a moment, he understood the joy a Dominant took in conquering a submissive. He tilted her head to get a deeper kiss. He pushed her back against the couch, rubbing his hands against her arms. He didn’t want to pull back for a breath. He wanted to kiss her and show her all his love. He wanted to get her naked and be inside her. But he had to stick with the plan. Otherwise, he would have his need temporarily satisfied, but they might lose Mia forever. He pulled slowly away from her luscious lips.

  “Why don’t you get dressed, and we’ll go out for a nice meal. Then we can come back here and have some fun.”

  “Peter, are you sure you want to do this? I mean, are you willing to suffer Dylan’s wrath?”

  “Come on, do you want me to help you get dressed.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. He watched the smile forming on her lips, and his heart warmed. God he missed her. She was the light to his existence.

  “Well, I need to take a shower first. You could come help me wash my back,” she said with a smile.

  He knew he was never going to be anointed into sainthood. So why deny himself the pleasure? Actually, it would help them if she experienced a little release. He justified it to himself as he took Mia’s outstretched hand and followed her into the bathroom. He felt his cock stir and start to rise as she slipped off her robe. Her breasts jiggled as she turned on the shower. The thought of slipping those hard raspberries into his mouth and suckling them while his cock was buried inside her assaulted him. He shook his head to clear it. But the vision in front of him just got better as Mia stepped into the shower. The water ran over the curves of her breasts and down past her waist. Then rivers ran over her mount. Fuck! Before he even acknowledged what he was doing, he was pulling his boxer briefs down and grabbing for the glass door of the shower. Dylan and Mathew would forgive him. Mia laughed at his speed to get in the shower with her, and happiness spread across her face.

  He gently rubbed her naked body, loving the feel of the water on her flesh, so slippery and so wet. He kissed her, pushing her up against the wall. He moved lower, kissing her neck and then taking each nipple into his mouth, tonguing and suckling on them until they were red from his attention. He dropped lower, dipping his tongue into her belly button, licking at the water that had collected there. He kissed her mound once then grabbed her leg, pulling it over his shoulder. Her exposed, wet, glistening pussy called to him like a siren. He flattened his tongue and licked her from back to front, holding his tongue against her clit and humming. She ground herself down against his mouth, lost in the lust he had created. He thrust his tongue inside her pussy, lapping at her juices. God, he had missed her so much. He lapped at her clit. He had to grab her hips to stop her from moving. He closed his mouth over her clit, sucking at it and rubbing his tongue against the capture bud. She squirmed, screaming and moaning as her body went taut as she came in his mouth. He released her clit to lap at the flooding juices that poured from her tunnel.

  * * * *

  Panting, Mia steadied her heart as she came down from her orgasm. God, it felt so good. The euphoria washing over her relaxed her body and her broken heart. She pulled her leg back from his shoulder once she was confident that she was able to stand on her own. She pulled Peter up, as she wanted to return the favor for him.

  “No, honey, let’s get dressed and go get some food. You can repay me later.”

  She shrugged. Okay, if he wanted to wait, who was she to judge? They finished washing off and then dressed. She felt more alive and together than she had all week. She was actually looking forward to dinner now.

  She grabbed her bag before they left her room, nearly skipping in excitement at the elevators. She grabbed Peter’s hand but noticed that his felt cold and clammy. “Is something wrong, Peter?” She saw that he avoid looking into her eyes.

  “Peter?” Her voice sounded higher than she’d expected. It sounded panicked.

  “Of course everything’s fine.”

  He tried to reassure her, but she still saw that he wouldn’t look into her eyes.

  “If y
ou don’t want to go, we can stay in and order room service. Or if you’re worried about Dylan, you can go.” She wanted to kick herself for once again being foolish enough to allow him into her heart. Peter turned toward her and grabbed her face in both hands, looking deep into her eyes.

  “Mia, never think I don’t want you. I love you. I will always love you no matter what.”

  “Okay.” There was something he wasn’t saying. Maybe she was being paranoid. The elevator doors opened, and they moved quickly through the lobby. Peter was basically dragging her. They left the hotel and turned left. “Peter, slow down. We aren’t in any rush, are we?”

  He didn’t answer her as they walked up a side street, and a thread of fear entered her thoughts. Something was wrong. Something was going on. A car door directly in front of them opened, and Peter quickly moved, pushing her in onto the backseat.

  “Peter, what? What the hell are you doing?” She landed with a thud. Her side hurt where one of the seat belt latches crushed into her hip.

  “Peter, you’re hurting me. What the…” She looked in front to see Mathew in the driver’s seat turning to face her.

  “Hello, baby. Long time no see.”

  “Hell no,” she screamed and sat up. She tried the other passenger side door. But the door was locked. Peter slammed his door closed.

  “Go.”

  Mathew turned round and gunned the engine. “Where are you taking me?”

  “Home.”

  “I have no home.”

  “Yes, you do.”

  “You know that kidnapping is illegal, right. You could get jail time for this.”

  “We’re just recovering our property,” Mathew replied.

  She looked over at Peter. He had been their bait to get her outside.

  “How could you do this to me, Peter?”

  “Honey, you wouldn’t have come if I asked, and you need to come home.”

  He looked pained, and she wanted to feel sorry for him. But he’d helped in her kidnapping. She was not stupid enough to think that Dylan hadn’t masterminded this. Mathew and Peter were going to deliver her right into his clutches.

  “Please, guys. I can’t see him again. It hurts too much. Please take me back.”

  “Can you tell us both honestly that you no longer love us? That you don’t want us any longer?”

  She thought about lying and telling them she didn’t want them. But they deserved better. They may have followed Dylan is his rejection of her, but they had never lied to her.

  “No. I’ll love you and want you forever. That doesn’t mean that I’ll be with you, though.”

  “I thought so. No. You’re coming with us, my little sub.”

  They all remained silent for the rest of the trip. As they passed the bend where she’d had her car wreck, she flinched. Peter noticed and rubbed her arm in support. As they approached the house, she swallowed, trying to moisten her suddenly dry mouth, trying to prepare herself for seeing them all together again and especially prepare herself for seeing Dylan. Mathew pulled up to the front door. She thought she’d step out of the car and walk calmly to the front door. But her fight-or-flight instinct kicked in, and flight was the first order of the day. She opened the door and tried to run. Mathew caught her.

  “Now, now, little sub, where do you think you’re going?”

  Mathew picked her up and threw her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. He handled her as though she weighed nothing. She hit his ass with both her closed fists. “Put me down. Let me go.” Mathew then smacked her ass.

  “Stop that, little sub.”

  She wanted to bend her arm back and rub the sting from her ass although just at that moment Peter opened the front door, and Mathew walked straight through to the living room. He lifted her from his shoulder and deposited her back on her feet. She stumbled, righted herself, and turned back toward the front door all within seconds. She was going to leave this house and go back to…go back to what?

  As she turned, she came face-to-face with her nemesis. She wanted to slap him. She wanted to kiss him. She wanted to fall at his feet. She wanted to kill him. There he stood as handsome and distinguished as ever. Only the sadness in his eyes showed that he had suffered this last week.

  “Pet.”

  “Don’t call me that. I’m not your pet,” she spat.

  “Of course you are. But I understand your anger.”

  “Why have you brought me here?”

  “Because this is where you belong.”

  Dylan dropped to his knee in front of her and pulled out a little black box. This couldn’t be happening. No! He wouldn’t do this to her.

  “Mia, I made a mistake, and I’m sorry. I want you to come home to us. To be with us forever. Please marry me, marry us. Never let us be apart again.”

  “You’ve got to be kidding. First you kick me out. Then you get Mathew and Peter to kidnap me, and now! Now you’re asking me to marry you.” She loved seeing the shocked look that crossed his face. Did he think she was going to cave in and just accept his proposal? Did he expect her to just fall at his feet?

  “I’m leaving. Either call me a cab or take me back to my hotel,” she demanded.

  “Well, boys, it looks like plan B.”

  Mathew grabbed one arm, and Peter took the other. They slapped wrist cuffs on her and tied them behind her back. She fought to get free, but they were too strong, and she seethed up at Dylan.

  “What are you doing?”

  Dylan walked toward her, stalking her and circling round her. She was the lamb to the slaughter, the virginal sacrifice. Well, not exactly virginal, but still. He put his hand on her face and kissed her, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. Her eyes misted with a film of unshed tears. She had missed this. She had missed his hands, his lips, him, and them.

  She felt Mathew kissing one side of neck and Peter both licking and biting the other as they ran their hands over her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her budded nipples. Coming to her senses, she pulled her head, back breaking the kiss. Panting, she stared up at all three of her men. No, not her men, she chided herself. Dylan stepped back, looking down at her, waiting.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  “Do you honestly think you’re going to break me?” she spat. “Do you think I’m going to magically accept that you made a mistake and forgive you?”

  “No, my pet.”

  She was taken aback. If he didn’t think she was going to forgive him, then what the hell was he thinking? What the hell was he planning?

  “I’m going to make you beg, my beautiful pet. My love, my Mia.”

  A part of her wept at his loving endearments. She wanted to be his love. But this was just another show. This was just another way to sucker her right back in and then throw her away later, when he got sick of her again.

  “But first, I need to tell you a story, and you need to listen to it in full. Can you do that for me?”

  She wanted to scream, “No!” She wanted her hands untied so she could slap him. But she also knew there was no way out until she’d listened to him.

  “Fine.” She hoped he felt the venom she was sending him with her eyes.

  “It all started at the hospital after your car wreck.”

  She listened as Dylan told her what the nurses had said about her. How he felt when they blamed her for their relationship and not them. He told her of his struggles to deal with what society was going to say and how they would treat her. Her anger slowly started to melt away at the concern and fear he had for her.

  “I wanted you to have a normal life. To find some man you could marry and have babies with. To join the PTA and live without judgment and prejudice.”

  “You wanted me to live in misery for the rest of my life without the men I love. The men who hold my very soul in their hands. Without you all, I would be a shell of a human being.”

  “Well, okay. It took a bit of a wake-up call for me to realize that. Which, I might add, only came after you’d left.”

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nbsp; “Dylan, I could never have the life you’ve just outlined. I love having my boys. Honestly, I don’t think there’s any one man who’s man enough for me. It takes the three of you to keep me satisfied,” she whispered. “Besides, I don’t care about what people think of me. I lived my life under the normal conformation of society for years and only found bastards and loneliness. With you three, I felt complete and happy.”

  “What about our children? Will you still feel the same when there are three fathers to your children?”

  “Well, they do say it takes a village. Look, I know it’s going to be difficult. I know we’re going to face some challenges, but I believe together we can work through them.”

  “So you forgive me, and you’ll come home?”

  “I didn’t say that, Dylan. I’m pissed and hurt at what you did. You broke my heart, and to tell you the truth, I’m not sure I could trust you again.” A look of pure pain crossed his face. She wanted to take her words back, but she knew that would be a lie. “Untie me, please.” He looked at her again, and she could tell he was torn between wanting to keep her tied up until she agreed to come back and wanting to let her free to show his trust in her.

  “Dylan, I’m never going to forgive you tied up the way I am.”

  Resolved, he unclipped the restraints, and she pulled her hands together. He then undid the Velcro straps holding the restraints to her wrists. As he was undoing the straps, she had an idea, and she really wanted to make Dylan pay. She knew that Mathew and Peter wouldn’t mind a little revenge themselves.

  “I really need a glass of water. My mouth is so dry. Could you please get me some, Dylan?”