Masters of My Desire

by Jenna Jacobs

  I clutched his broad shoulders. His silky black mane danced over my fingers as he slammed me like a freight train of power. Dylan skimmed his lips and tongue up my spine then nestled at the column of my throat. His teeth scraped my flesh. As he nipped my pulse point, a hungry moan rolled from the back of his throat and vibrated through my blood. My pussy clenched, and my ass muscles constricted around the plug. Fire blazed beneath my clit and I climbed my way up Nick’s body, straddling his lap while he devoured me with blistering kisses. I whimpered, grinding my needy pussy against the swollen erection trapped beneath his jeans.

  “Fuck, Savannah,” Dylan whispered as he moved off the couch and knelt behind me. Nick swallowed my cries and Dylan tapped the jeweled base of the plug, making a lurid melody drum over my electrified nerve endings. Need clawed beneath my skin as I tore my lips from Nick’s mouth.

  “Please. Masters. Please help me,” I begged. Dylan’s lewd symphony was driving me insane. Like a cat in heat, I writhed on Nick, rubbing my beaded nipples over his dense chest.

  “Fuck! I need a condom,” Nick roared before gripping my hips and lifting me off his lap. He held me tight with one hand as he freed his cock in a frenzied rush with the other.

  Gazing at the glistening wet tip, I wriggled free and slid to my knees. The plug tugged in a divine avalanche of pleasure. My desperation grew to demand.

  Dylan had disappeared but I knew he’d be back. Mesmerized by Nick’s weeping erection, the need to taste his salty essence and glide my tongue over the angry, distended veins drew desperate whimpers out of me.

  “No. Not yet,” he barked as he fisted my hair and lifted my head. With an impassioned gaze, he looked into my eyes. “Tell me what you want, girl. You don’t get to take from me. You beg for what’s driving you half out of your mind.”

  “Your cock, Master. I need to taste your cock, please,” I panted.

  “Such a sweet, insatiable slut,” Nick praised with an animalistic growl. “No. You’ll do far more than taste me, girl. You’ll worship my cock. Worship it with all your heart.”

  Cinching my hair tighter, Nick forced my lips to the smooth, slick cap. I opened wide and engulfed his steely pillar, moaning in delight as his familiar tangy flavor glazed my tongue.

  “Mother fu…” Dylan exclaimed from behind me. The heavy duffle bag hit the floor. “Ass in the air, kitten. It’s time to play.”

  I rose to my knees. Nick issued a slow tortured hiss as I cupped his sac in my palm, stroking the base of his shaft with my other.

  Dylan tapped the inside of my thighs and I spread my legs wide. Without altering the steady tempo of my mouth, I sucked and swirled my tongue over Nick in reverence. I was determined to make him feel the unmitigated hunger clawing within, and my overwhelming need to please him.

  “You’re dripping wet, kitten,” Dylan said with depraved approval in his voice. “I think you like this little plug, pet.”

  Dylan gripped the base and began to spin the torturous plug like the hands of a clock. I cried out over Nick’s cock before he yanked my mouth off him with a curse.

  “I want to hear your cries of splendor, little one. Sing for us as Dylan prepares you for a bigger plug.”

  “A bigger one? Oh God,” I moaned as Dylan continued to swirl and tug on the metal plug. Shards of electricity exploded from my sensitized ring spreading outward, each bolt racing up my spine and down my legs. My clit throbbed in need as Dylan eased the plug out. Involuntarily, my puckered ring constricted and released as it attempted to condense back to normalcy.

  Cold lube plopped upon my gripping rim and a broad, thick finger breached the tender tissue...then another. It was excruciating and rousing. I needed to come.

  “Excellent, kitten. You’ve dilated beautifully. I think you’ll be able to handle the larger plug just fine,” Dylan whispered as his wicked fingers thinned my puckered flesh.

  “No, please. Put the other one back in, Sir. I can’t stretch anymore down there.”

  “Oh, you can, little one, and you will...because it pleases us.” Nick smiled. “Put your mouth back to work on my cock, girl. No more screaming over my dick. You’re killing my control.”

  Nick settled my mouth over him once again. Dylan’s finger circled my gathered ring, opening me up even more. The sensation was absolute ecstasy. With gentle persuasion, he widened and stretched my fragile passage with his beguiling fingers. My nerve endings screamed in pleasure mixed with pain and I reveled with each glorious gliding swirl upon my inflamed tissue.

  Bobbing up and down on Nick’s cock, I slurped and moaned. My hips rocked in shameless thrusts as my hungry virgin hole milked upon Dylan’s fingers.

  “We’re almost there, kitten. Just a little bit more.” His ragged, warm breath fluttered over my butt cheeks. Consumed with need, I launched back, impaling his fingers. “Christ, I want to bury my cock inside your silky, tight ass. It’s going to feel so fucking good.”

  “I can’t wait to feel us both inside her, man. She’s going to blow our minds and we’re going to love every fucking minute of it.” Nick’s gravely tone teemed with lust.

  “Fuck, yessss,” Dylan hissed as his fingers slid free. Smearing on more lube, he pressed the cold metal tip against my hungry rosette. With painstakingly slow determination, he applied pressure while swirling the new plug.

  Flashes of light exploded behind my eyes. My body trembled and quaked. Tremendous pressure blossomed beneath my clit. It was too much. Too intense. I needed relief. Lowering my hand to my pussy, I swallowed back a moan of relief as I strummed my swollen clit, then thrust back against the marauding metal saber.

  “Place both hands flat on my thighs, little one. You don’t have permission to touch our clit.” Nick released my hair and gripped each wrist, drawing my hands away from my sodden pussy and his tightly drawn sac.

  I rocked my hips in frenzied frustration as I tried to force the plug through my taut tissue. I kept feeding on Nick’s stalk, the voracious lust driving me to madness.

  “Relax, kitten.” Dylan consoled my desperation by running his fingers from the small of my back to the crack of my ass. “We’re almost there, baby. Don’t force it. I don’t want you to tear. You’re doing beautifully kitten, and we’re so fucking proud of you.”

  His words of praise calmed my panic-laced-anxiety. Soon, I was floating in a vaporous, serene silence. Liberated from the shackles of conscious thought, I hovered in the buoyant clouds of surrender and basked in each and every euphoric sensation. Nick’s veins pulsated on my tongue and brilliant colors flashed behind my eyes. I could taste the sweet salacious hum radiating from his heated shaft. As Dylan slid the plug into place, I reveled in the depraved narrowing of my throbbing, taut ring.

  “Get your cock in quick, bro. Her lush mouth is making me fight to hold out,” Nick warned.

  Dylan grunted as he pressed his cool, latex-sheathed crest between my fiery folds. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you kitten? Fill you full of my hot, hard cock.”

  I moaned a muffled gurgle then bore my hips down, imploring Dylan to drive in his massive shaft. Bellicose curses filled the air. Fingers plucked and pinched my nipples as Dylan drove balls deep into my fluttering core. The pressure of his ample cock and the dense plug was glorious torture. I’d never been stretched so tight or felt so full in my life.

  Surrounded by their hot bodies, the carnal grunts and groans of imbibing flesh and the thick, sultry scent of sex that clung in the air was sublime. My dark forbidden fantasy had come to life. It was more surreal than anything I’d ever imagined, alone in my bed.

  With each smooth thrust of their sabers, they marked my heart…my soul. These two incredible men had severed the chains that held me prisoner to a muted existence. Peeled away the beige and cast me into a rainbow of colors. They’d brought me to life. I would never be the same woman again.

  “Feel us, little one. Feel the power you give us,” Nick hissed. “It’s all coming back to you, pet. We’re giving you back your precious, pr
ecious gift. Touch your clit, Savannah. Take us with you and shatter for us, my gorgeous little vixen.”

  Sliding my hand from his thigh, Nick seized my hair and lifted his hips, shuttling his cock deep into my throat as I strummed my swollen, needy clit. I soared higher and higher. Dylan cinched his beefy hands onto my hips and launched his cock into my dripping cunt with unrelenting strokes. Power surged in a conflagration of possession, driving dominance into every cell of my body. Permeated with their command, my milked Dylan’s driving shaft as I shattered.

  Nick pummeled my mouth with rapid thrusts and my cunt locked upon Dylan’s cock, imprisoning him as the brutal orgasm ripped through me. Their animalistic cries echoed in my ears as they filled my mouth and pussy with hot, thick streams. Ecstasy blinded me as wave upon wave crashed through my core. Gulping down Nick’s thick treasure through screams of rapture, my body sang an exalted rhapsody.

  The orgasm was colossal. Each exchange we shared was more brutal and potent than the one before. Their claim scored deeper each time they took me to the stars. Now spineless, I collapsed over Nick’s lap. His turgid cock lay hot and twitching against my cheek. Dylan eased from my quivering tunnel and I jerked in surprise when he pressed a warm cloth against my enflamed folds, tenderly cleaning me. When he was done, he leaned down, smoothed the hair off my neck and placed a sweet kiss on my nape.

  “I’m all sweaty,” I mumbled, still absorbed in the afterglow.

  “I like making you sweat, kitten,” he chuckled. “But I love hearing you scream.”

  “I like the way you two make me sweat and scream,” My words were slurred. I felt drunk and zapped of all energy in a delicious, foggy haze.

  Dylan lifted me from the floor and cradled me in his arms. From beneath my lashes I watched Nick stand and refasten his jeans. Dylan sat back down on the couch, his hard cock nestled against my hip.

  A wry grin tugged the side of Nick’s mouth as he gazed down at me. “How are you feeling, little one?”

  “Dreamy,” I sighed with a smile.

  A wide grin burst over his mouth. The man defied the gods with his unadulterated beauty and I couldn’t help but stare at him for a long while. When Nick sat back down, he pulled me onto his lap and cradled me in his arms. I snuggled against him, drinking in the heat of his body. Dylan placed my feet to his lap and began to massage my arches. With a soft moan, I closed my eyes and reveled in their luxurious aftercare. The crackling fire echoed in the stillness of the room. It was several silent moments before either man spoke.

  “Is she asleep?” Dylan asked.

  “I think so,” Nick replied. “Savannah?”

  Curiosity kept me from responding. I could feel a palpable tension in their exchange and right or wrong, I wanted them to think I’d fallen asleep in hopes of determining what was bothering them.

  “We’re in over our heads, man, especially you. You know that right?”

  “Don’t pin it all on me. I saw the look on your face when you were balls deep inside her pussy. This whole thing is getting FUBAR’d beyond belief,” Nick whispered, punctuating his emotions with a heavy sigh. “It’s going to be hard to leave all this.”

  “You mean hard to leave her,” Dylan corrected.

  “Exactly.”

  “I think I’ve figured out how she knocked the knees out from under us.”

  Nick’s body tensed and I felt him turn his head, his warm breath no longer wafting over my face. I remained lax, listening.

  “So it’s not just me?” Nick asked with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

  “No, man.”

  “So tell me what you’ve come up with, Doctor Dylan,” Nick teased.

  “Fuck you. Don’t bust my balls just because I happen to be in tune with my feelings. It doesn’t make me a pussy, it makes me cautious. Keeps me from getting in too deep with women like her.”

  “You mean its mortar for your walls, asshole.” A soft chuckle rumbled in the back of Nick’s throat.

  “That, too. You want to borrow some? I think you need it.”

  “Nah, I’ll be fine. We both will.”

  The tone of Nick’s voice left me wondering if any of us would be fine after this powerful connection. I was stunned by the revelation that I had touched them so deeply. My heart quickened but I kept my breathing level and deep.

  “You know as well as I do that this can’t go anywhere, right?”

  “Do you always have to be so fucking negative when you can’t cover something up with a joke?”

  “Do you know why you married Paige?”

  “Oh Christ, do we have to go there?” Nick grumbled. “Yes, because I was a stupid fuck-knuckle, thinking with my dick.”

  “Well, there’s that,” Dylan softly chortled. “You’re in love with the idea of marriage, family, and taking care of the little woman.”

  “Should I carry Savannah to bed and lay down on the couch for this analysis, Doc?”

  “Come on, Nick. You’ve helped me see the forest for the trees plenty of times and I always do the same for you, man.” Dylan lectured as Nick grunted. “I get it. I know you want to settle down and have a family. Even before you married Paige and we went through our shit, I secretly hoped that she’d come around to the idea of us sharing her, because you’ve wanted it for so damn long.”

  “I know, man. And I’m sorry for what it did to us. I learned a lot of lessons from that mistake. The biggest one being, we’re no good alone and that I have lousy judgment when it comes to women.”

  “No you don’t. Look at that woman in your lap. She’s perfect,” Dylan replied in an awed tone. “But I’m not a poster child for any damn wedding chapel. The minute anything starts to feel like a ball and chain, I’m asshole and elbows running the other way,” Dylan sighed. “But that one there…she’s so fucking real. That’s how she blindsided us. She’s like an oasis in the middle of the desert and so different from the subs we play with at Genesis. She’s like a breath of fresh air. Honest and pure.”

  “So why aren’t you running for the hills?” Nick pressed.

  “Because I can’t--I don’t want to. Believe me, I’ve tried. She’s like a magnet. I’m so fucking drawn to her. Do you know how perfect she’d be for us, if only...”

  “If only she didn’t live in another state and wasn’t set on finding a Dom when she got home.”

  Their entire conversation had me fighting back my hope and a whole host of unnamed emotions. I curled on my side and nuzzled my face against Nick’s chest. With the revelations being unearthed between the two, I didn’t trust that I could hide my facial expressions, so I hid.

  “Savannah?” Dylan whispered.

  Shit. If they ever found out I was eavesdropping I’d probably earn a whole damn day of edging. I couldn’t answer him now. They’d know I’d been listening to them all along. Besides, I had the distinct impression their conversation was far from over.

  You shouldn’t be doing this. It’s deceitful. Leave it to that pragmatic voice inside my head to dump a truckload of guilt. But curiosity reigned supreme. And what did curiosity do to the cat, dumbass?

  “She’s still out,” Nick whispered. “There’s nothing we can do, man. We’ll teach her as best we can with the time we’ve got left. Pray she finds a group and keeps growing and maybe visit Kansas City from time to time to check in on her.”

  “Christ,” Dylan swore in disgust. “And how are you going to feel when we show up at one of the clubs in Kansas City and see her with a Dom? You know as well as I do that somebody is going to snatch her up in the first five fucking minutes.”

  “Listen to you, ‘Mister Don’t Tell Her How You Feel’.” Nick taunted. “Shit. I can’t go there, dude. Her with another Dom? Fuck.”

  “You’re going to have to stash that shit, man,” Dylan warned.

  “We both are. The last thing I want either of us to do is hurt her. All that innocence…we’ve got to be careful, bro.”

  My head spun. They had feelings for me far outside the realm of ju
st teaching me. That powerful connection between the three of us wasn’t my imagination. Yet they weren’t going to act on their feelings. They were going to pretend it all didn’t exist. I hadn’t said a word about finding another Dom, just a club I could join to keep learning. They had no clue that I didn’t want another Dom, I only wanted them. But I didn’t live in Chicago. The distance thing wouldn’t work. So they were just going to ignore the giant elephant in the room, and what? Think I wouldn’t notice? God, men were so clueless.

  “So we have a few more days. We’ll do the no strings, no promises route and enjoy her as long as we can and then say good-bye, right?” Dylan asked with a flat monotone voice void of emotion. Nick didn’t respond for a long time. He issued a long heavy sigh and brushed his fingers through my hair.

  “Yeah, if that’s how it has to go.”

  So that was their game plan. Close off their hearts and ignore their emotions. It didn’t make sense. Doms were supposed to be open and honest.

  People in glass houses.

  I inwardly cursed that annoying little voice in my head for pointing out the obvious—and for playing such a stupid game of subterfuge, my heart ached. Making a conscious effort to grab hold of my gratitude, I realized I’d still be locked in BDSM dreamland if not for them. I’d be ignoring all the desires they seemed to effortlessly pluck from within me. It would be so easy to plop my ass down on the pity pot and wallow in despair for not having a long-term relationship with them, but the harsh reality was… it wasn’t in the cards.

  Dylan eased off the couch and returned a short time later. The smell of scotch wafted through the air. Their conversation veered toward work and upcoming projects they’d bid on. Their voices held great passion as they talked about a community center for underprivileged youth, scheduled to break ground in the spring. The big bad Doms had a soft spot for children and those less fortunate. It was somewhere during their discussion of politics, City Hall, bureaucratic red tape and corruption that sleep pulled me under. Rousted awake, I discovered Nick was carrying me back to my room as the fireplace glowed with dying embers.