by Dakota Black
There was something about the words that kept her on edge yet he was skilled in the practice, having been trained in a previous relationship. Jonathan was merely assuming the role he’d always hungered for. Veronica tilted her head back, savoring the wonderful feeling as Travis’ mouth worked magic on her bud until it became a hard pebble. The moment he pulled the tender flesh between his teeth, biting down fiercely, she screamed.
Travis lifted his head and exhaled slowly. “Succulent and sweet.” As he flicked his finger back and forth across her nipple, he smiled and lifted the metal clasps. He cupped one breast as he opened the clamp until the intricate metal squeaked.
Veronica eyed every move as she trembled, the anticipation killing her. As she nibbled on her bottom lip, the way Jonathan was breathing across the back of her neck was driving her crazy.
Travis positioned the teeth over her nipple and hesitated before slowly closing.
“Ah… ah!” Instantly a flash of pain rushed through her system.
He repeated the effort with her other nipple and tugged the silver chain dangling between the clamps. “You should be required to wear these all the time.”
Panting, Veronica licked her dry lips and sucked in her breath, remaining quiet. That is until she saw the thickness of the rope up close and personal. “What?”
Jonathan pushed her arms in front of her and kissed the side of her head, whispering hoarsely, “Like I said, hog tied and flogged. You need more discipline.”
Travis wasted no time. Expertly, he tied her wrists using a series of knots. When he was finished, he patted her hands. “You won’t get out of this.”
“Take our sensuous slave into the new playroom,” Jonathan commanded.
New? My God. They’d been planning this for a while. Whisked off her feet, she was thrown over Travis’ broad shoulder and gasped as the pain from the clamps intensified with every step. “Oh.” God, she wanted to curse in every language. Kicking her feet, it was the single slap across the back of her thighs that calmed her temper tantrum.
“I can see we have a tiger by the tail.” Jonathan strode behind, his dark laughter echoing into the long hallway.
Shuddering, Veronica realized they were passing by their bedroom and heading for what had been their junk room. What the hell were they doing?
Travis strode into the darkness and stood waiting until Jonathan turned on the light.
As Travis placed her down onto her feet, the vision of the new playroom came into view. Gone were the harsh overhead sixty-watt bulbs. Replacing them were swags of brilliant red sconces of gilded gold. As her eyes adjusted to the glimmering light, the sight of the gleaming apparatuses sent a brand-new series of shivers racing down her spine. “Wha…” Biting her lip, she struggled with the rope until the thick twine chafed her skin.
“I can see our girl is intrigued.” Jonathan walked to the small deep cherry colored bar and opened a bottle, pouring the dark amber contents into two brandy snifters. “Look around. Tell me, what do you see?”
Travis turned her slowly in a complete circle, allowing her time to see the contents of the room. “This is all for our playtime and your training.”
Veronica could barely understand the words from the echo ringing in her ears. They’d developed an entire playroom full of S & M equipment. She’d read and seen enough to know what she was looking at, yet the concept stunned her. They were indeed moving their relationship to the next level, one she had secretly longed to beg them for during the first few months they’d been together. They knew and told her she wasn’t ready and they had been right. Until now. She belonged to them and every part of her accepted that she wanted to be owned, succumb to their every desire. Never had she felt so much trust and a heightened level of love that most people could only fantasize about.
“You may speak,” Jonathan said quietly.
“You did this for… for me?” Her lower lip quivered.
“For us, beauty. Moving further in our journey together is important and if you trust us completely with your love and your body, we would like to enter into a contract.”
“A contract?” She gazed into his eyes realizing he was serious.
“Yes,” Jonathan purred into her ear. “A master-slave contract.”
“What do you think?” Travis asked, his eyes darting back and forth across her face.
The answer came easily. “Yes. I love you both and trust you completely.”
“Beauty, we love you and Jonathan will train both of us. Together, we’ll share one Master.” Travis kissed her neck and yanked the silver chain roughly.
“Oh!” Biting back a scream, she fought to remain standing yet the words meant so much.
“This room will begin your training.” Travis repeated the move and kissed her cheek. “You like what you see, I can tell.”
Veronica nodded as she scanned the perimeter of the room. The spanking bench and ‘X’ cross she recognized. The table complete with four strategically placed handcuffs she understood. The double fucking machine gave her pause and yet she couldn’t wait for them to tie her down and use her body to their hearts’ content. Frowning, she eyed the single piece that she had no idea what it could be.
“I see you're curious about our latest acquisition. Come and take a closer look. This is a piece of equipment you’re going to get very familiar with.” Travis led her toward the wooden piece.
Veronica stared down at the smooth polished blonde wood and gulped. Now she could see the stirrups at the base and the mechanism that would hold and position her shackled arms at will.
“Allow Travis to secure you,” Jonathan stated.
Every part of her body shaking, she moved closer to Travis. When he eased her down onto the apparatus, she fought back her nerves.
“You see love, this will hold you down and allow us to tease and tempt you.” Travis placed her onto her back, lifting her legs and snapping a cuff around one ankle. He patted her leg and turned his gaze toward her face.
The feel of the cool wood against the small of her back somehow gave her a feeling of apprehension. When the jangle of the lock was snapped, she almost panicked. Never had she been locked down completely.
“Relax. Remember your safe word.” Travis took her foot and guided it to the other cuff. He reached up and tugged the chain.
Oh fuck! Struggling to remember the practiced word, Veronica felt a single tear in the corner of her eye. She blinked, trying to stop it from rolling down her cheek, giving away her fear.
Travis tipped his head and smiled sweetly. “It’s okay.” He drew the single bead into his mouth, sucking the tip of his finger seductively. “Delicious.”
The intimate act brought a subtle gasp and a smile. Nodding, Veronica raised her arms as her safe word flowed into the back of her mind.
“Good girl.” Travis moved behind her and took her wrists, lifting them up. A single snap secured her to the top edge of the platform.
“Perfect,” Jonathan cooed from the distance. “Gives us optimum viewing pleasure.”
Travis chuckled and pressed a button.
Instantly her legs were pulled out and up until she was wide open and ready for anything her men wanted to do to her. “Oh… um…” Her eyes darted back and forth as Travis moved away. The soft strings of a haunted guitar, playing in the background was the only thing she could concentrate on for several minutes. Craning her neck, she heard rustling and licked her lips as Jonathan appeared in front of her naked and very hungry. A tiny smile curled on her lip as she gazed down the length of the man, enjoying the view of his thick, throbbing cock. God, the man was built.
“Remove the clamps for now,” Jonathan commanded.
As Travis removed the first tight vice and suckled her bruised flesh, she whimpered. When he removed the second, she shook violently and a series of electric jolts skittered through her body. “Oh God.” Panting, she eyed him, her eyes dilating from the pain and yet she smiled.
“I think the lady sees something she wants.”
Travis brushed his fingers down Jonathan’s arm and back up as he gazed at her.
“Yes. She is a thirsty wench tonight.” Jonathan brushed the tips of his fingers down from her neck to her stomach. “Are you wet for us?”
“Yes, sir.” Veronica realized she was clenching her pussy muscles and knew she could make herself come. She had to force herself to stop. You must obey. Panting, she strained against the cuffs, longing to be able to touch them.
Dropping to his knees, Travis rubbed the inside of her thighs. Instantly he lowered his head, darting his tongue out to lick her clit. “Mmm.”
Veronica moaned, her body shivering as he breathed a swath of hot air across her cunt.
Travis repeated the move, swirling his tongue around her tender tissue.
“Tell me how she tastes,” Jonathan demanded.
“So sweet.” Travis hummed and licked from the top of her clit all the way down to the base of her vagina, sliding his tongue just inside her slickened pussy.
The effect instantaneous, Veronica jerked hard against the restraints. “God!”
Travis began licking with fevered actions, using his fingers and tongue while he pulsed inside her cunt, driving in and out in long, hard plunges.
Veronica whimpered, her body thrashing back and forth as he licked furiously, taking the tender flesh of her pussy lips into his mouth and biting down. The pressure was almost too much. “Fuck me. Oh God. Oh!” A wave of sheer ecstasy flowed over her, sending jolts of white-hot heat deep into her cunt. On fire and in desperate need, she tilted her head to stare at Jonathan, who stood wearing a savage look. His commanding stance reminded her that he was very much in charge of their threesome.
“Are you ready for more?” Jonathan asked as he swirled the tip of his finger around her nipple.
Travis grunted, pitching his head back and forth as his actions became more manic.
“Please.” Her voice barely audible, she was desperate to come.
“Please what?” Jonathan asked, his tone husky.
Struggling to get to him, Veronica blinked and smiled coyly. “Let me come, Master.”
Jonathan threw his head back and laughed. “Not yet. Allow me to feel her.” Pushing Travis aside just enough, he thrust his fingers inside her pussy, finding the perfect rhythm with Travis.
“Oh. My. God!” Veronica closed her eyes, savoring the intensity of their combined actions as her breathing became ragged. As they both thrust in harder and deeper, her pussy muscles clamped around the invasion, sending a series of shimmers across her eyes.
“Yes, wet, hot. The girl is ready,” Jonathan purred as he withdrew his fingers from her pussy and held them into the dim lighting.
“So am I,” Travis murmured.
“Fuck her.” Jonathan’s two words forced Travis into action.
Inching over Veronica, Travis leaned down, his forearms straining, and kissed her lips softly at first then forcing his tongue past them, exploring the dark recesses of her mouth.
She struggled to get to him and as their tongues entwined the scent of him sent quivers deep inside.
Travis broke the kiss and positioned his cock at the entrance of her wet heat. “You want me?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Forever?”
Nodding, she wanted nothing more. As she closed her eyes, Travis impaled her with one hard thrust. Her breath snatched from her, she opened her eyes in time to see Jonathan’s face, his lust filled eyes. “Ah…oh!”
Grunting, Travis yanked both their heated bodies back with the power of his legs and held his arms straight. “You want more?”
“Much.” Wiggling back and forth, Veronica cooed, her heart racing.
Pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, Jonathan sighed and stroked his cock with his other hand.
Veronica panted and writhed, her breath stolen as she whimpered, struggling to free herself. As the climax raced from the tips of her toes up her quivering legs, she jerked hard against the tight confines. On fire, she longed to be able to touch the men—her men.
“That’s it, fuck her harder,” Jonathan commanded
Travis nipped her bottom lip. “You’re going to come when you’re told and only when you’re told.”
“Yes!” Every part of her body attempted to meet thrust for thrust, the savage beast within her growing. Her pussy muscles gripped his cock, drawing him in deeper as she squirmed. There was no way she could hold back the climax much longer. “Please, may I come?”
Travis emitted a low hiss as he pummeled harder into her pussy. “Can she?” He tipped his head back to Jonathan.
“Yes.” Jonathan’s eyes flashed.
As electric jolts of ecstasy ravaged her system, coursing through her, Veronica could no longer feel her legs or her arms. Barely able to breathe, the moment the rapturous effects of the orgasm swept her system, her garbled scream could be heard above her two men.
Travis captured her mouth, pressing his tongue into the back of her throat as he continued to thrust deep inside.
When both Travis and Veronica had stopped shaking, he broke the kiss and caressed the side of her face. “So good. So damn good.”
Exhaling slowly, Veronica emitted a single whimper as they each learned how to breathe again. Panting, she felt a loss when he finally moved off her. When she saw them head for their drinks, she gasped before rattling the cuffs.
“Is there something wrong?” Jonathan swirled his drink as he sauntered toward her.
“Aren’t you going to untie me?”
Travis flanked his side. “Not until you fess up.”
Veronica shivered. She wasn’t ready to tell them the dastardly deed just yet. “And what if I don’t?”
Travis and Jonathan eyed each other, both grinning. “One would think our slave girl would understand what her naughty behavior would garner.” Jonathan sighed and walked back toward the bar.
“Meaning?” she asked.
Jonathan grinned as he held up the cattails, swishing them back and forth. “Meaning, I promised you something.”
“No!” Veronica shivered, scrutinizing every move he made with the instrument of discipline.
“Yes.” As he inched closer, slapping the long leather tails down across the apparatus, he glowered. “Oh yes.”
The sharp crack across her bare pussy sent a series of shivers deep inside her wet heat. Veronica closed her eyes as a feeling of utter joy swept her system.
Thirty minutes later the three were settled in their bedroom, lounging on the satin sheets of their oversized King bed. Veronica was lying on her stomach plotting and planning. In truth, she was worrying about the secret. Finally, one shameless idea hit her. She realized it was better to solve the immediate problem than worry about all of it. “Mmm… my sexy baby men. I mean Masters.”
“There’s that tone again,” Travis said, chuckling.
“You guys have to help me.”
“Are we talking about Nicky again?” Jonathan asked, taking a sip of his drink.
“Yes, and we have another complication.” Rolling onto her side, she gave them her best naughty minx look as she swirled circles aimlessly on top of the sheet.
Travis sat up. “What now?”
“Mick just received a registered letter. The county is threatening to shut The Flamingo Rustler down and Mick is considering cancelling the event.” Veronica knew she had to pull out the stops. Somehow, she had to intervene.
“Because of the little pipsqueak that’s been hanging around?” Jonathan asked.
“Yep and I think the two of you can help,” she cooed.
“Wait, first you need to tell us what you’re hiding,” Travis stated quietly. “I think I know what to do with the county guy anyway.”
“What’s that mean?” Veronica could see the impish glint in his eye.
“I’ll tell you this and then you’re going to talk. There was something about the whole incident that bothered me so I looked him up and realized I’d seen him before.”
Travis countered, giving her a mischievous grin.
“Oh really? I thought so,” she breathed. “Tell me more.”
“After you told me he propositioned Nick, I figured the guy was living in the closet.” Travis shook his head. “I have a friend who frequents the gay club circuit so I made a call.”
“So, I was right! County man was seen at Club Velvet?” Veronica asked as she smiled.
Travis grinned. “Don’t quote me, but my buddy thinks so. Even looked up his picture on the county website to be certain.”
“Fantastic. He must have some additional dirt!” Excited, her eyes danced back and forth from man to man.
“Perhaps, kitten, but it’s time to enlighten us on your secret or else,” Jonathan slid his hand across her shoulder and pinched her nipple.
Travis lowered his head, his look dark and sullen. “Spill it. What have you done?”
Veronica could see in his eyes that he wasn’t playing. She sighed and shook her head. Why had she made the decision before? She was such a fool. “Look, I did something to Mick almost a year ago and I’m ashamed of my behavior, but I thought at the time my decision was best for him.”
Jonathan inched closer to her. “What do you mean did something?”
“Well, he was involved with a woman back in Australia before he came here and they used to fight a lot, and I mean daily when he came here. I don’t think their relationship was good for him. No, I know. We used to talk all the time and he was miserable.” Shit. This was going to be tougher than she thought.
“I remember you telling me that he was devastated when she just disappeared.” Travis nodded.
“Yeah, that’s true.” There was no way she could say the words. Just thinking about what she’d done seemed so childish.
“Come on. You need to confess.” Jonathan grabbed her hand and jerked her into a sitting position.
Tick. Tock.
“Talk,” Travis said with authority.
“First, I need to ask you guys for one tiny last bit of help and then I promise I’ll tell you all of it.”
“Full-court press here.” Travis eyed Jonathan. “I don’t know.”
“Please! What I’m proposing is just a little thing to help our friends,” she begged.