by Dakota Trace
“Sure, with the modifications I’ve made, it should work perfectly.”
She gasped as they led her over to the bench in question. Her face flushed when she finally had a chance to see the modifications that Master had made to the bench. Instead of looking like a standard saw horse, Master had used a thick padding over the top of it along with a new addition - a small padded shelf several inches lower than the top of it. When she bent over it the shelf would perfectly support her swollen belly and the padding would cushion it like the soft feather pillow on their bed upstairs did her head. So this is what Master had been working on in the playroom for the past several days.
Several minutes later, Kalinda found herself comfortably strapped to the spanking bench. While her arms were stretched taunt, her men had made sure there would be no undue stress on her belly. Inside her womb, their little daughter and son jockeyed for position. Even their babies knew that their mother was excited. They soon settled down though, when she felt the coolness of the anal plug that Sir had bought to replace the one she’d fed to the garbage disposal, against her asshole.
A low moan ripped free when it popped through her ring in a smooth motion. As soon as it was seated to the hilt she exhaled loudly. She loved the feel of having the plug in her almost as much as having either Master’s or Sir’s hard cocks. She shrieked when the plug came to life inside of her. Fuck they’re gonna torture me tonight!
“Damn, maybe we should’ve gagged her, Dom. She’s gonna be loud.”
When the cane landed on the fleshy part of her ass unexpectedly, she proved them right when she screamed. The burn of the supple crop had her thighs wet and it was only the first stroke.
“Fuck, that was loud.” The rueful sound of Master’s voice next to her made her realize it was Josh who delivered the stroke. With his shoulder still in a sling from his most recent surgery, there was no possible way for him to wield a flogger or a cane.
“Why don’t you gag her?” Sir’s suggestion had her whimpering. When she heard the rasp of a zipper near her head, she was ready to plead with Master to fuck her mouth.
“Open wide, slave.” His command had her parting her lips eagerly. She loved the taste of her Master’s cock. Just as the head of his cock touched her lips, she felt the heat of Sir’s body touch the back of her thighs and buttocks.
“If you make Master come before I’m through with you, more than your ass will be warm, slave.”
She moaned her understanding while her tongue washed over the crest of Master’s cock. Master’s hiss and the slight buck of his hips against her tongue had her sucking him deep inside while Sir’s weight kept her grounded. A muffled moan escaped her when the plug inside of her flared to life, while Sir’s fingers brushed aside the knotted rope over her clit to pinch and squeeze the hyper-sensitive nub.
“Damn, that’s hot.” The desire in Sir’s voice along with the knowledge that he was watching her every suck, lick and nibble on Master’s cock had her pussy dripping. For every downward motion of her head, Sir forced her closer to climax with his talented mouth and fingers. The stinging bites along her shoulders only drove her desire higher. When she sucked Master’s cock deep into her throat, his hand fisted in her dark hair. “Stop!” His voice was raspy as he jerked his thick cock from her mouth. She moaned in disappointment when Sir’s weight lifted from her at the same time.
“Please!” Her cry of protest turned into another shout when her ass lit up again. Her thighs quivered as the pleasure-pain from the cane nearly drove her over the edge.
“How many times did she mouth off?” She barely heard Sir’s question to Master before her ass lit up again.
“Twice.” Master’s reply had her panting. She had eight more strokes coming. She just wished that Sir would get on with it instead of waiting, but experience told her if she tried to force the issue there was a chance he’d deduct strokes, instead of adding.
She yelped when the cane landed on the top of her back twice before moving back down to her ass. Inside her rectum the vibrator pulsed randomly and she began to beg.
“Please…ah…I…this…ah…another…” her voice broke off as she clung by her fingertips to keep from coming. “Oh, God…please…let me come!” Yanking on the restraints holding her tied to the spanking bench, she squirmed trying to get friction against the knot which had slid back to rest over her clit when Sir had removed his hand.
“Don’t you dare come! A good slave knows she has to wait until her Master gives permission.” A sense of déjà vu washed over her. They were the same words he’d spoken in the Caelan’s playroom so long ago. Just as then, her approaching climax stalled.
“Oh…God! Please Sir….Master…let me come!” Her sobbing must have had an effect on her men because a flurry of strokes followed as Sir dished out the final strokes of her punishment. Tears of frustration were running down her face, when the sound of the cane hitting the floor echoed through the room. A moment later she felt the brush of a cock against her lips. Instinctively she opened her mouth and sucked it in deep, not waiting for the order.
“God damn it, Josh, hurry the fuck up!” Master was evidently on the edge too. She protested around the cock in her throat when the plug was yanked out of her ass. Her protest turned into a squeal when Sir’s wet cock forced its way deep inside of her without any preliminaries. He sank deep inside of her in one hard thrust. She bucked back towards him the best she could, as she was still restrained. A hand slapped her ass before her world narrowed down to the two cocks burrowing deep in her body. God she loved it!
When one hand squeezed a nipple hard and another found her clit, she lost her grip on her orgasm. She tried to stop it, she honestly did…but the nip of Sir’s teeth on her shoulder had her wailing. She heard the vague order to ‘come’ from one of the men as all of her muscles tightened and her world flew apart. Hard, agonizing pleasure whipped through her body as she gave power and submission over to her Master and Sir. Dark spots appeared before her eyes when the hand between her thighs gave her clit a hard squeeze.
“Come again, slave!” Sir’s hard voice gave her no other option as the brutal pleasure increased. The playroom was filled with male shouts as first Sir filled her ass full of cum, then Master’s cock exploded in her throat. She backed off him enough so she could taste the salty discharge as he shot another rope of seed into her mouth.
* * * *
“Shhh, chérie.” Dominic’s voice rumbled under her ear. They were no longer in the playroom. After their explosive release, Josh had carried her back up the steps, where they’d tumbled into their bed.
She sighed with pleasure. Behind her she could feel the delicious heat radiating off of Josh. With Dominic still wearing the sling the majority of the time, he normally ended up on the bottom of the Kalinda sandwich so he could lie on his back.
“Is she awake?” Josh’s voice was rough with sleep before he moved away.
“I do believe so.” Dominic slowly eased out from under her. She awkwardly tried to sit up, panting as her swollen belly made her progress slow. Several hands came to her rescue and within moments she was leaning against both of her men and the headboard. She smiled as two hands, one dark and one fair covered her distended belly. As if realizing their fathers were present, the twins kicked out at their hands.
She gave a soft laugh when she saw the wonder in both Dominic and Josh’s eyes. If there was ever going to be a more devoted pair of fathers it was her husbands. She been shocked when she’d come home one night a few weeks after Josh had stormed into her apartment to find her bags packed and two nervous lovers pacing. When both had dropped to their knees, she’d been confused. It was a sub’s place to be on her knees, not the Masters. Her eyes still grew misty when both of the men in tandem asked her to marry them. She’d told them that she’d marry them both in a hot New York minute if she could, but didn’t honestly know how she was supposed to choose between them, so she’d rather not get married. That’s when they pressed and asked her if it was possi
ble - would she? Gazing down into both of their eyes, she had nodded.
Less than two hours later she found herself wedged on a plane with not only her mates but her family - her mother, her brother and Nisey. It seems as if the men had started making the arrangements the moment she’d agreed to move into their home with them. By the time they had landed in Regina, the capital of Saskatchewan Providence - located in central Canada, her head been in a whirl. They had made arrangement to have a minister marry the three of them in the only providence that had legal polygamy. With her brother giving her away, Nisey as her bridesmaid and her mother in attendance, Kalinda committed her life to Dominic and Joshuah becoming, Kalinda Redding-LaFontane. While there was still an ongoing debate in the courts whether or not her marriages to the men were legal or not, she would always consider both of the men as hers.
“Such deep thoughts, chérie.” Dominic’s voice drew her out of her reminiscing.
“I was just thinking about our wedding. I still have a hard time believing that both of you actually married me.” She laid her hand over the two hands lying on her stomach. The matching braided wedding rings done in platinum, rose gold and yellow gold gleamed in the soft light. The three rings also matched the slender braided collar around her throat which showed all that not only was her heart taken but so was her body - given freely to her Master and Sir.
The End
ABOUT DAKOTA TRACE
Dakota is a simple Midwest girl, who has found her passion in storytelling at a young age. Her father was always saying she was making up the craziest stories. Most remained unwritten though as writing wasn’t Dakota’s strong suit. That all changed in junior high when she took her first typing class. Problem solved for the dyslexic Dakota. There was no stopping her after that. She wrote her first novel her freshman year about a girl who could speak to animals on an old electric IBM typewriter and never looked back. Writing in several different genres, she is now a published author with multiple books under belt. When Dakota isn’t writing she’s a crazy mom of three wild Indians who are posing as children, a loving wife to the man of her dreams and a full time student.
To find out more about Dakota visit her at dakotatrace.com.
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NISEY’S AWAKENING
By Dakota Trace
When a would be Dom takes advantage of Nisey's inexperience she is left bewildered and at odds with her own sexuality. Now scared of what she longs for she tries to hide from it until her best friend, Kalinda has had enough of waking to Nisey's screams and takes matters into her own hands and contacts her older brother, Caelan. She's had enough and wants her best friend back and thinks Caelan is the perfect man to guide Nisey back to what she longs for without traumatizing her friend any further.
Caelan is an experienced Dom, who has trained many first time subs in during his time in the lifestyle, but his last experience with a newbie changed everything. When it blew up in his face, he decided to keep to the more experienced subs, so when his sister calls out of the blue with a request that he help her friend, he is intrigued but very leery. After all what could happen from answering a few questions?
Warnings: This title contains graphic language, spanking, exhibitionism, phone sex, bondage, toys, description of an attempted rape and sodomy.
EXCERPT:
When she came out of the shower, somewhat refreshed, she was pleasantly surprised to see that the pizza had already arrived and both Caelan and Kalinda were sitting on the futon with two open pizza boxes. Her stomach growled at the fragrant smell coming off the pizza.
“Come join us, Nisey. Everything is ready to go. Pizza’s hot and I sweet talked Caelan into watching that new Transporter movie you’ve been wanting to see.”
A flush crossed her face. “Oh that’s nice of you, Caelan, but I would’ve watched whatever you wanted.”
“Nonsense. I like action movies. I haven’t seen the first two but Kalinda assures me that they were action packed. Now if it had been Steel Magnolias or something like that, I would’ve put my foot down.”
Kalinda giggled and patted the seat next to her. “Come on. Our pizza is getting cold.”
Nodding, Nisey settled gingerly on the futon between Kalinda and her brother. She noted Caelan seemed to have the same habit of dominating his corner of the futon that his sister did. He was relaxed with one arm draped over the back of the futon and the other resting on the arm, sitting at an angle with his long legs stretched out in front of him. How the hell I am supposed to sit next to him? The awareness she’d felt earlier rushed back even stronger despite the meager release she’d given herself in the shower. To hide her nervousness, she leaned forward to grab a plate.
“Either of you want a slice of this one?”
“Sure, I’ll take one.” Caelan leaned forward to take if from her.
She stifled a gasp as his hand brushed against hers. Biting her lower lip, she glanced at him, wondering if he’d felt the same spark of attraction. His face was cool. Her heart sank as she looked away from him.
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