by Chloe Lang
She said yes. He would remember this night for the rest of his life.
Nic returned with the satchel just as Ashley came out of her bedroom as she had been commanded, naked and in stilettos.
“Oh my God, you look beautiful, sweetheart,” Nic said. “I’m so in love with you.”
Sylas placed his hand on Nic’s shoulder. “That’s real commanding, bro.”
They both grinned and Ashley giggled.
“Something funny, sub?” Nic’s voice deepened with a slight threat to it, as Zac had taught them.
Ashley’s eyes widened and she trembled. “No, Sir.”
He sensed she was excited and anxious, which was the perfect mix of emotions that would allow them to give her more pleasure. “Telling a lie to your Masters is going to earn you some slaps to that gorgeous ass. You thought something was funny, didn’t you?”
“I-I was just…I mean…when you said—”
Her nervousness ramped up his lust. “You were naughty then, weren’t you, sub?”
Ashley clasped her hands together, looked down at the floor, and nodded. “Yes, Master. I was naughty.”
“What happens to subs when they are naughty?” Nic asked.
“They get in trouble with their Doms, Master.” Her voice shook slightly with what sounded to him like uneasiness and expectancy.
“Come here,” Sylas commanded her, taking a seat on her sofa.
She moved slowly and stood in front of him. He could smell her desire wafting from her.
He’d learned that a sub’s anticipation of a punishment was often more intense than the actual punishment itself. With that in mind, he decided to tell her what he intended to do before doing it. “You deserve to be spanked, don’t you?”
“Yes, Master. I do.” Her breasts rose and fell from her shallow breathing.
“Because you decided to laugh, both your Doms are going to spank you.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.” Her lower lip began to quiver.
He grabbed her hands. “I know you are, but you still have to learn your lesson, sweetheart. How many licks should I give you?”
“One, Master. Please. Just one.”
He grinned. It was clear to him that she would hardly be satisfied with a single slap to her ass. She was trying to negotiate her punishment down by trying to sound innocent and contrite. A ploy? Most definitely.
“It’s going to be more than one, sub. That’s for sure. Three?”
She was so sexy standing naked in her high heels in front of him with a pleading look on her face.
“Not three, Sylas. She needs five from you and five from me.”
“I agree, bro.” He pulled her on top of his lap, face down, stretching her out on the sofa. He caressed her ass and could feel her trembles. His cock hardened. “First one, sub. Here it comes. Are you ready?”
“Yes, Master.”
With lightning speed, he slapped the center of her curvy backside.
She moaned, which spurred him on.
Another slap to her soft ass landed on her right cheek. He reached under her and caressed her pussy, which was already dampening. Feeling her wetness on his fingers caused fire to pulse in his veins.
“How many more from my hand is left for you, sub?”
“Three more, Master,” she answered with quivers in her voice.
“That’s right.” He slapped her left cheek and marveled at the pink color that was popping up on her ass. He spanked her two more times, and was rewarded with her moans. He felt her pussy, which was drenched with her cream. It took every bit of self-control inside him to keep from taking her right then and right there.
“Nic, your turn to paint our sub’s ass pink.” He lifted her off the couch, coming to his feet.
She wrapped her hands around his neck and leaned her head into his chest.
Nic took the same position he had on the couch, and he lowered Ashley down onto Nic’s lap.
Watching Nic spank her drove him wild. There was no jealousy inside him, only awe and desire. Nic’s slaps came faster than his, one right after the other. The sound made from the collisions of his hand to her ass echoed in the room.
“Let’s take our pretty little sub to the bedroom, Sylas.” Nic rose from the sofa with their sub in his arms.
“Agreed.” Sylas picked up the satchel and followed them.
Nic placed her in the center of the bed and kissed her on the forehead.
Ashley still wore her stilettos, which Sylas found incredibly sexy.
Her entire body was flushed with desire. She stared at both of them with longing in her eyes.
He and Nic stripped out of their clothes. Freeing his cock and balls from his jeans and underwear didn’t give him any relief but only made him even hungrier for her. He pulled out the two sets of handcuffs they’d brought and tossed one set to Nic.
As they’d planned before the dinner, they each took one of her hands and attached it to the headboard of her bed, stretching her arms wide apart.
As Nic brought out the vibrator from the satchel, he slipped the blindfold over her eyes.
“Look at our sub, Nic. Have you ever seen anyone more beautiful in your life?”
“Never.” Nic flipped the vibrator’s switch. It began to hum and Ashley began to squirm.
He smiled. Anticipation. “You know what is causing that sound, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Master. A vibrator.” Her breathing was labored.
“That’s right, baby,” Nic said. “Very good. Do you like it on low or fast?”
“Low on my breasts and fast on my pussy, Sir.”
“You want the low setting here, sub?” Nic pinched her nipples, rolling the little buds between his thumb and forefinger.
“Oh God, yes. Please.”
Sylas got the bottle of lubricant out of the satchel and began slicking up his fingers.
Clicking the vibrator on high, Nic whispered in her ear, “And fast here?” With his hand, he pressed on her clit.
“Yes, Masters. Please. Please.”
Nic turned the vibrator back to low and touched her nipples with it. “You like that, baby?”
“Oh yes. So much. So good.”
Sylas fingered her anus with his slicked-up fingers. “I’m going to fuck this gorgeous ass of yours and make you squirm, sub.” He sent one digit past her tight ring, stretching her flesh, making her ready to receive his cock.
She panted out her excitement. “Ohhh.”
When Nic clicked the vibrator on high, Sylas saw her toes curl.
“I want you so bad, Masters,” she confessed. “Please. I need you inside me.”
He looked at Nic and mouthed the word “anticipation,” a word that had been repeated over and over to them during their lessons. It was nearly impossible to hold back, but he knew the longer they waited the more pleasure she would feel.
Nic nodded and placed the tip of the vibrator on her clit.
“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. I can’t wait. I’m going to come.”
He stopped fingering her ass. “Do not come until we say so, sub.”
Nic removed the vibrator from her pussy and clicked it off. “Do you understand, sub? You come when we say so and not before.”
“I’ll try, Masters, but it’s so…so…” She took a deep breath. “So intense. I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop. Spank me if you must, but that’s the truth.”
“Our little vixen.” Nic grinned. “She’s deserves her reward, don’t you think?”
“I agree.” Dom or not, I can’t hold back any longer myself.
They removed her handcuffs and blindfold.
Together they lifted her off the bed and held her between them, Nic in the front and him in the back.
Nic held her thighs, while he grabbed onto her waist. She wrapped her arms and legs around Nic and leaned her head back into him. It took a few heavy breathing moments for him and Nic to get the hang of how to take her in this position simultaneously, but they did—and it felt incredible.
; He pushed into her ass slowly, feeling her tighten on his cock and hearing her throaty pants in his ears.
Nic thrust into her pussy, and she began trembling between them.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” Her cries of passion inflamed his hot desires.
“You. Want. More. Sub?” Each of Nic’s syllables had a primal tone, like the beat of a native’s drum.
“Please, Master. Please. More. More. More.”
He and Nic’s thrusts into her synched up perfectly and they began to go faster and faster. Deeper and deeper. In and out.
She writhed between them like captured prey. “Masters, I can’t hold back any longer.”
“Don’t hold back, sweetheart.” Sylas breathed into her ear, continuing to plunge into her ass. “Come for us.”
“Yes, baby,” Nic growled. “Come. Let go. I want to feel your cream all over my cock.”
“Coming. Coming. Coming.” She clawed, nipped, and yelled as she climaxed.
Nic’s eyes closed and he groaned, reaching orgasm.
Sylas thrust one last time into Ashley’s ass, and his cock released the warm liquid into her body.
Ashley’s breathing softened after a few minutes. “That was incredible. I love you both so very much.”
“I love you, baby.” Nic stroked her hair. “You’re amazing.”
“I love you, sweetheart.” Sylas kissed her lush lips. “We forgot something, Nic.”
“We did?”
He nodded. “We forgot to set up safe words.”
“I didn’t think about it either,” Ashley said. “You two took my breath away. But I’m sure you understand the word stop. And of course I didn’t have to use it. You both made me feel so comfortable. I trust you completely.”
“So what should we choose as your safe word, baby?” Nic asked.
“I was thinking ‘Chicago’ would work for us. It’s where we first met.”
“And we had some difficult issues to overcome.” Sylas vowed to become a full-trained Dom. She deserved his best, and he would throw himself into his training at Phase Four.
Nic certainly was on the same page about their training. “But we did overcome our issues, thank God. I can’t live without you, baby.”
“Perfect.” Sylas ran his hand up and down her arm. Her skin was so soft. “Our word is ‘Chicago.’ And what about your go word?”
“Do you both know what my favorite dessert is?”
“Molten Lava Cake,” they answered in unison.
She laughed. “That’s right. How about that?”
“Sweetheart, that’s a mouthful,” Sylas said.
“No pun intended,” Nic added and then burst out laughing.
He and Ashley joined in on the hysterics.
“May only get out ‘Molten’ or ‘Lava’ or ‘Cake’ but you’ll know what to do. Just keep on doing whatever you’re doing to me.”
“What about a caution word?” Nic asked. “When we’re pushing you beyond your comfort zone?”
“I’m such a lightweight with wine, as you know, always having to pace myself. How about we use ‘Cabernet’ for my caution word.”
“Love it. Love it. Love it,” Nic mocked her teasingly.
She grinned. “I don’t always repeat myself like that, do I?”
“Yes, always—when we’re making love.”
She turned to Sylas. “That’s not true, is it?”
“Let’s find out, sub.” He grabbed her pussy.
“Oh my. Oh my. Oh my.” Her mouth formed a perfect O. “You’re right. I do repeat myself.” She giggled.
As his cock began to stiffen again, Sylas stared into the eyes of the woman of his and Nic’s dreams. “Nic and I want to make you repeat yourself again and again, sweetheart.”
For the rest of our lives.
Chapter Twenty
Ashley filled her plate with more delicious hors d’oeuvres.
Ethel was next to her doing the same. Standing next to Ethel and sipping coffee was Gretchen. The two women, best friends, were in their eighties, but no one would ever know it. Not only did they look twenty years younger, they also had such energy and passion for life. Like all the women of Destiny, Ashley wanted to be just like them.
Ethel sent her a wink. “Your bachelorette party for Phoebe seems to be serving triple duty, Ashley—bachelorette party, baby, and lingerie shower.”
“Very true,” Gretchen said in her thick British accent, “Just look at how bloody high the two gift tables are stacked. I’m going to tell the hotel staff to bring in another table.”
“No you are not,” Ethel scolded her. “For once, you’re going to just sit back and enjoy yourself. You don’t have to wait on anyone. Gretchen Hollingsworth, do you hear me?”
Gretchen laughed and turned to Ashley. “The Irish can be so bossy at times.”
Ethel shook her head. “You know I’m not Irish, woman. My husbands are. And stop trying to change the subject. Why do you think Ashley chose to have this party at the hotel? She wanted you to enjoy yourself as much as everyone else.”
“Is that true, young lady?”
She smiled and nodded. “I never get much of a chance to talk with you at most of the parties because you are running in and out of the kitchen.”
“Well, I appreciate it, Ashley. But half the fun of parties is cooking and taking care of everyone.”
Ashley put her arm around the dear woman. “Call me Irish, too, Gretchen, if you must, but you’re going to be a princess tonight. Ethel and I are going to see to it. Now, what can I get you?”
Gretchen shrugged. “Someone needs to get another table. Those gifts are going to fall onto the floor.”
“I’ll go talk to the staff,” Ashley said. “But I will be back with a glass of champagne for you. You will drink it and then I’ll pour you another.”
Ethel laughed. “That’s probably the only way we’ll get this Brit to relax is to get her drunk.”
Gretchen smiled. “That’ll be the day.”
“I’ve seen you drunk before, lady,” Ethel said. “Don’t even deny it.”
“Let’s talk about something else, please. Like getting that table.” Gretchen laughed.
“Now who’s being Irish?” Ashley grinned and walked to the door.
“Where you going?” Megan Knight came up beside her. “The party is just getting started.”
“I’ve been instructed to get another table for the gifts.”
“Let me guess. Gretchen?”
She nodded and smiled. “The one and only. She was going to get it herself.”
“That doesn’t surprise me.”
“But she finally relinquished the fight and allowed me to get it.”
Just then a staff member walked by, and Ashley asked them to get another table.
“How’s little Gretchen doing, Megan? She’s eight months now, right?”
“She is. Growing like a weed. She’s already crawling. Paris says she’s a little ahead on her baby skills. Eric and Scott took that to mean Gretchen is going to be a genius.”
“They are her daddies and you know how smart they are.”
Megan nodded. “Sometimes too smart for their own good, but I love them.”
“Will you help me gather up all the ladies? I think we’ll have Phoebe open her lingerie gifts first.”
“Good idea, Ashley.”
Once all the women were seated around Phoebe, Ashley handed her the first gift. “This is from Erica Coleman.”
“I hope you like it,” Erica said. She was married to Dylan and Cam Strange. They were expecting their first baby. She was just beginning to show.
“I’m sure I’ll love it.” Phoebe opened the package and pulled out a pair of black crotch-less panties.”
The crowd roared.
“I’m sure Jason, Mitchell, and Lucas will love them if she doesn’t,” Gretchen said with a slight slur. “Oh my. Did I just say that, Ethel?”
“Yes, you did, sweetie. Have another glass of champagne and who knows what el
se you’ll say?”
The laughter continued throughout the evening.
With a slight buzz of her own, Ashley leaned over to Jena and whispered, “Phoebe’s getting some very sexy items, isn’t she? I especially like that little red teddy that Nicole gave her.”
“You do?” Jena grinned. “I’ll remember that when we give you your shower. Have you set a date yet?”
“Not yet. We’ve been so busy. Me taking the bar exam. Nic and Sylas’s move here. Jennifer’s trial. We’re just now packing up my apartment.”
“I’m so happy for you, Ashley. You’ve found two wonderful men.”
“I have, haven’t I?”
“Ashley Vaughn, you devil woman.” Phoebe held up her gift for all to see. It was a fishnet dress that didn’t leave anything to the imagination. “I love it.”
“If you’ll notice, it will stretch so you’ll be able to wear it your entire pregnancy. I think your guys will appreciate it.”
Ashley heard the pounding on the door, her cue to get all the women’s attention. “Ladies, there is one more surprise left for Phoebe. Please pull your chairs to the side of the room and get ready for something very special.”
“Ash, you’ve already done so much for me,” Phoebe said. “Where should I go?”
“You stay right there in the middle of the room.” Ashley motioned to the staff members who were in on the surprise.
The lights dimmed and the music began to play. The doors burst open and the men of Destiny rushed into the room, wearing only leather boots and pants. They began the choreographed dance they’d been practicing in secret for the past several weeks. Nic and Sylas had to learn the steps really fast.
At first, the men danced around Phoebe, with her three guys in the front. But Ashley’s eyes never strayed from Nic or Sylas’s sexy moves. Phoebe’s reaction was perfect. Her cheeks were red and her smile was endearing.
Even though the dance had been Ashley’s idea, she had never seen the routine. Halfway through the song, the men broke off and moved to their own wives and girlfriends.
Ashley felt her temperature rise as Nic and Sylas each gave her a lap dance. On cue, like all the men did with their women, Ashley’s men grabbed her hands and pulled her onto what was clearly now and for the rest of the night the dance floor. And the party really got underway.