A moment later a cold, lube-slicked finger pressed for entrance against her puckered rose. She tightened for a moment. Though she’d taken Antony in her ass before, this was different.
Her mind wandered from what Antony was doing when Gentry ran both hands down her spine before wrapping them around her hips. He slowly rocked beneath her, sliding his cock in and out of her cunt just enough so that Antony could press his finger deep. Lifting his head, Gentry latched on to a nipple and kept her in the here and now instead of allowing memories of that other threesome to overwhelm her.
To her amazement, her body responded to the loving care the two submissives showered over her. By the time Antony had her sufficiently prepared, her fear had disappeared and urgent hunger filled her.
“Now, pet. Need you in now,” she panted as she arched her back to meet each slow, easy thrust of his fingers.
She didn’t fight when Gentry pulled her down to lay against his broad, muscular chest. Instead, she met his lips in a kiss so hot she thought her hair would catch fire. She felt Antony’s fingers leave her, then felt the blunt head of his cock press for entrance.
Lifting from Gentry’s kiss, she sucked in a breath and tried to relax everything south of her chin. Another breath and Antony eased forward, fast yet gentle as he breached her.
Three groans cut through the otherwise silent room as Antony pressed deep. When she relaxed around him, he pulled out until only the head remained inside her. Pushing forward again, he slid in until his cock was fully seated and his pelvis brushed against her ass cheeks.
She tightened both cunt and ass and grinned at the deep groans she elicited from her men.
Antony kissed the back of one shoulder and then the other. “You okay, Mistress?”
Jenna panted to hold back the orgasm that threatened to avalanche over her without permission. “I’m fine, but you won’t be if somebody doesn’t start moving.”
“As you wish, Mistress,” the men answered as one.
Antony began a slow in-and-out rhythm. Gentry’s fingers on her hips tightened just enough to help move her back and forth between them. Their motion remained slow and easy until Jenna reached back and popped Antony’s hip with the flat of her hand.
“Faster. Harder. Need to come.” She growled. The steel in her voice was strong and hard. Though she was the middle of this sexwich, she was still very much in charge.
“Yes, Mistress.” The men responded as their hips began to piston faster and harder with each thrust.
It wasn’t long before the orgasm that had been threatening struck hard. Jenna screamed, her entire body tightening as she came harder than she could ever remember before. She heard her cries echoed in tandem as both men shoved home and held deep, their seed pulsing into her body. For once, Jenna didn’t care about the men under her care. Closing her eyes, she allowed a satisfied darkness to engulf her.
When she opened her eyes again, she was surprised to find they were still connected, still one being with three heartbeats. Somehow the men had shifted them so they lay on their sides on the bed instead of a dog-pile on top of Gentry.
“Mistress?” Gentry brushed hair from her face as she began to shake.
“I’m fine,” she whispered though her body belied her words.
“So, I’m forgiven for running away?” Gentry grinned as both his and Antony’s hands soothed her skin.
“Yes, you are definitely forgiven for running away. Just don’t ever do it again, or your homecoming won’t be so pleasurable.” She smiled at him before leaning up for a kiss. Then she turned and kissed Antony, as well. “Do you think the food’s still hot?”
* * * *
“Tonight we’re going to do something a little different,” Jenna announced three weeks later as she walked around the two slaves kneeling in the middle of the crowded club. “Instead of keeping our business private, I’ve set up a challenge for you two before the club. A little flogging and fucking to show off how much babe has learned in the last few weeks, as well as how well two slaves can work together before pet leaves us tomorrow.”
“If that is your wish, Mistress,” Antony said softly. Gentry heard the excitement in the other man’s voice.
His own body heated up, and he was glad she’d allowed them to wear black bikini underwear, which did not restrict like the leathers did. Problem was the bikinis also did little to hide their erections. He wore his black training collar and a pair of padded leather wrist cuffs. His cuffs matched the pair Antony wore with his locked collar.
Gentry had come to envy the man his locked collar. He understood that he was still on probation, and until Mistress felt he’d earned a lock of his own, his collar would remain unsecured.
“Babe?”
“Anything you wish, Mistress.”
As one, the men stood and followed their woman toward the stage where two trapeze bars hung from the ceiling. Two subs stood nearby awaiting orders.
Jenna nodded toward them. “Lower the bars. Slaves, face one another.”
Gentry turned to face Antony as ordered. He was smiling in anticipation. Gentry felt his own grin grow in response. Though he still wasn’t too sure about the pain aspects of the lifestyle, he had come to enjoy a good flogging.
He waited quietly while she hooked Antony up, murmuring low in his ear and running her hands over his torso once his arms were raised over his head. Then she turned her attention to him. “I know you will do me proud, sweet babe.”
“I’ll try, Mistress.” He didn’t fight when she connected one cuff and then the other to the ends of the bars, spreading his arms wide. Then the bar was raised so his arms went over his head and he was pulled to his toes.
“Down just a touch. I want him flat footed but unable to move.”
A moment later, the bar lowered until he was able to stand comfortably but was still stretched long.
Lady moved to stand so they could both see her. He felt movement on his other side and a glance in that direction showed Taurus had joined them on the stage, as well. He held a flogger in one hand. “I’m going to warm you up, babe, while Master T works on pet. When I think you’re ready, you will fuck me, babe, in my cunt, pet in my ass. You will not come until I say so. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Gentry murmured, focusing on her Coke-bottle-green eyes and not the crowd gathered just beyond the velvet rope that separated them from the rest of the room. But his eyes kept straying and his breath hitched in fear. All those people watching? Could he really do this?
She saw his fear. “Bring me a blindfold,” she ordered.
“Babe, I know it is scary to perform for the first time before a crowd. You’ve demonstrated sensory deprivation is a big turn-on for you, so close your eyes and relax. Allow yourself to fly. I will always take good care of you.” She stretched up and kissed him, her velvet-covered breasts brushing against his chest. A moment later, darkness descended as someone tied a black silk scarf around his head.
“What’s your word, babe?”
“‘Red,’ Mistress.”
“Pet?”
“‘Red,’ Mistress.”
“Very good, boys. Now relax and enjoy.”
Gentry took a deep breath and, despite being bound, found himself relaxing into the swishing strokes of the flogger. The strokes covered his back from shoulders to knees, heating him up, making him hunger.
He heard Antony’s breathing grow rougher as he also climbed the mountain called lust. He felt the other man’s breath wash over his neck and shoulders. He found himself wishing he was brave enough to lean forward to kiss his friend, but he still wasn’t into guys.
He jumped when his right hand was released from the bar. As he lowered it, he felt Jenna’s hot, sexy body brush against him. Then the blindfold was taken away. Blinking several times, he looked from Antony, who looked as heated up as he felt, to the woman standing between them.
“Before we move forward, there’s something missing. Babe, when I found you kneeling at the door, naked
and asking for a home, I wanted to do this. But you needed, we both needed, time to make sure this would work. In the past three weeks, I have seen you display courage and love and caring like I’ve seen in only one other man. I love you, Gentry Michaels, my sweet babe. Will you wear my lock on your collar? Will you submit to my wishes with love in all things?”
Gentry felt his eyes go wide when she lifted her hand and showed him the little silver lock in the shape of a heart. It matched the one on Antony’s collar.
With a grin, he nodded. “I love you, Mistress. My life is yours. It would be my honor to devote my life to yours.”
After snapping the lock into place on his collar, Jenna lifted his right hand. “A collar is an accepted symbol here in this place, but the outside world does not always understand our ways. I give you this ring as a token of the love and caring you will find as long as we are a family.” She slid a ring onto his finger, then kissed it as if to seal it into place. “I love you, my sweet babe.”
Instead of finishing the scene, Jenna motioned and both men’s bars were lowered. “Come along, sweethearts, I find I don’t want to play here anymore. Let’s go upstairs and make a sandwich.” After releasing them, she took Gentry by the left hand and Antony by the right and led them across the club to their private entrance.
“Yes, Mistress.
“As you wish, Mistress. Always as you wish.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Cooper McKenzie always thought she had been born a hundred years too late but appreciates air conditioning, computers, and other conveniences of modern day living. She enjoys the slower pace of New Bern, North Carolina as well as the history and small town community found there. In addition to dreaming up her next story, Cooper enjoys reading everything except scary books, singing in her church choir, and needle-weaving.
Also by Cooper McKenzie
Their Dream Weaver 1: Claiming Their Dream Weaver
Their Dream Weaver 2: Loving Their Dream Weaver
Their Dream Weaver 3: Marrying Their Dream Weaver
The Billionaire’s Mate (Siren Publishing Classic)
Club Esoteria 1: His Sub’s Submissive
Club Esoteria 2: Caught by the Master (Siren Publishing Classic)
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