Masters of My Desire

by Jenna Jacobs

  Ma’s Kettle was even less impressive that its name, but the restaurant was clean. The mouth-watering aromas in the place made up for all it lacked in ambiance. The small sign on the door boasted of home-cooked goodness, and it had been years since I’d had a meal like my mom used to make.

  The three of us squeezed onto the wooden bench of an oversized booth situated at the front of the diner. Meg, our waitress who couldn’t have been a day over sixteen, greeted us with a warm smile and three glasses of ice water. After rattling off the daily specials, she plopped three menus in front of us, scribbled down our drink orders then scurried away.

  Nick’s fingers inched beneath my hair, gently massaging the back of my neck as he perused the menu, turning to nuzzle and kiss my cheek from time to time. Dylan mindlessly trailed his fingers up and down my arm as he read the laminated sheet, pressing his lips against mine a time or two, as well. While their affections weren’t overt, the muscles of my pussy clenched from their possessive fondles.

  When Meg returned, she blinked and rendered a look of shock. Her face skewed as if something bitter lay on her tongue, and she all but slammed our drinks upon the table as she issued a look of disgust. Confused by her sudden change of demeanor, I quickly realized her disapproval had been born from our public display of affection. I lowered my gaze to the menu as my cheeks burned.

  “Are you all ready to order or what? The cook wants to go home,” She snapped in a curt, tone.

  “Meg,” Nick smiled. “I sense you’re having a bad day. The sign on the door indicates you’re open for business until ten o’clock. It’s barely eight right now. It might behoove you, tip wise, to put a smile on your face and treat your customers more politely. This is a friendly town, is it not?”

  His voice oozed with calm assurance and command. I peeked through dark lashes to see a pink hue color her cheeks as she stared at Nick with adoring brown eyes. I expected her to start drooling at any moment.

  “Yes it is,” she softened. “My apologies to you, Sir. I don’t know what came over me.”

  “It’s all right, sweet girl. We all have days that rattle us to some degree or another. I’m sure you’ll be fine, now.”

  “I will, yes. Thank you.” Meg smiled.

  I wanted to scoff at the ease with which Nick transformed her from hissing tiger to purring kitten, but knew I’d only be undermining his attempt to make our evening enjoyable.

  After Meg jotted down our dinner choices, and scampered back to the kitchen, stopping to whisper to a table full of middle-aged ladies. All four women turned in tandem and gawked at us. Their expressions raged from undeniable horror to blatant condemnation.

  I tensed and my heartbeat quickened.

  “It’s okay, kitten,” Dylan whispered as he clutched my hand. “It’s a small town. They don’t have anything better to do than gossip and judge.”

  My stomach flip-flopped a river dance of embarrassment.

  “With your permission Sirs, may I go to the ladies room?” I asked in a low voice.

  “Don’t go hiding on us, little one. We have no qualms about dragging you out by your hair. Do I make myself clear?” Nick asked in a warning tone as he stood and helped me exit the booth.

  “I’m not going in there to hide, Sir. I just need to use the facilities.” I smiled, lying through my teeth. Gathering my nerve, I walked the length of the diner to a small alcove in the back.

  Leaning over the ancient, chipped porcelain sink, I splashed cool water over my hands and lightly pressed them to my face. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I inhaled a series of deep breaths.

  “Ignore those women. They’re jealous and narrow-minded. They don’t know a thing about the bond you have with Dylan and Nick. Let it go. Don’t give them the power to ruin the first real date you’ve had in months.” Bolstered by my pep talk, I issued a resolute sigh at myself.

  Then the bathroom door opened.

  The older woman who entered wore a scowl of censure as she pressed the door closed behind her, stepping close into my personal space. Her bottle red hair shimmered purple in the harsh florescent lights and her lip curled in an angry snarl.

  “You and your kind are an abomination. You’re a bunch of sick, disgusting perverts. You need to eat your food and leave. We’re a respectable, God-fearing town that doesn’t cater to whores.”

  I blinked. Her vile remarks left me stunned.

  “Excuse me?” I asked as my mouth hung agape. Anger surged in a red, hot wave. “Just who do you think you are? The morality police? I don’t see a badge. Leave me alone and mind your own business, you nasty old heifer.”

  “On second thought, leave now. You all get out of here or I’m going to call the cops,” she hissed.

  “And report what?” I scoffed in a humorless laugh. “Friends having dinner? Sorry lady, but that’s not a crime.” My fists clenched into tight balls. I wanted to knock her on her self-righteous butt. “On second thought, I know what you need. You need to go home and get laid or dig out some toys from your bedside table and give yourself a much needed attitude adjustment.”

  “Why, I never. Mind my words, missy, you’re going to burn in hell, you filthy little whore.” Her face turned beet red as she spun on her heel and stormed out in a huff.

  I had never lost my temper and spoken so rudely to anyone in my entire life. It felt…strange and empowering, yet my body shook in absolute rage. Suddenly, every glorious moment I’d spent with Dylan and Nick solidified into a black thick slab of shame.

  No!

  I was not going to allow her to taint the beauty that the three of us had shared. The hateful cow was not going to take away one iota of joy I’d experienced with them.

  “God-fearing, my ass,” I hissed as I fisted a paper towel and dried my hands. “You can kiss my butt, Bertha, because I’m going to plop my happy ass back in that booth and savor the warmth and affection of those two men and enjoy every bite of my dinner whether you like it or not.”

  A sobering realization filtered through my fury. If our arrangement ever magically evolved into a permanent relationship, we would face a world of people just like Bertha. We’d be assaulted with judgmental attitudes, vile comments, and condemning stares on a regular basis. Reality blindsided me with a powerful punch. Having left the barn and the enchanted realm we’d created, I realized I wasn’t equipped to handle the consequences of bringing my fantasy to life. Reality was suddenly much too real. We would constantly be accosted by angry, ugly people slinging insults and passing sentence without a fleeting thought to our feelings.

  I was wasting brain cells with such projections. In less than forty-eight hours, it was all going to be a memory. I’d never have to fear being snubbed for loving two men again.

  Reminding myself of the vow I’d made, I stepped from the bathroom. With my head held high, I marched toward the booth. The nasty bitch who’d attempted to dictate my happiness, along with her equally pinched-faced friends, sat huddled with their heads together as I neared. Their caustic comments buzzed through the air like a swarm of angry bees. As I passed, I rolled my hips with an exaggerated sway as a broad, proud smile stretched across my lips.

  Nick stood, watching me. His eyes sparkled and a wicked smirk tugged the corner of his mouth. “Everything go all right in the ladies room?”

  “Of course, Sir,” I replied happily as I fought to keep my bubbling anger buried down deep.

  “I’ve decided what I’m having for dessert tonight, little one.”

  “Me too, Sir. A double-hard-on sundae with whipped cream.” I winked then slid back into the booth next to Dylan.

  “Only if you beg, kitten; only if you beg,” Dylan chuckled.

  As the women continued to shoot visual daggers our way, I kept a fake but confident smile glued in place. It was hard to ignore their condescending expressions but I was bound and determined to hide my inner turmoil and not spoil the date.

  Meg appeared from time to time, though she never once looked at me. Instead, she la
vished Nick and Dylan with flirtatious innuendos as if I were a ghost. I couldn’t imagine why she thought she could seduce them. Did she think her girlish wiles enticed either man? The more I watched her, the more I wondered how many local boys had sampled her obvious need for attention. Sadly, I imagined she’d probably had more lovers in the past year than I’d had in my entire life. Why hadn’t her parents taught her that happiness wasn’t found between the sheets, but from inside. I pitied the poor girl. She faced a lifetime of pain giving her heart to men who didn’t want to love her…just fuck her.

  That thought made me analyze my own decisions. Was I, too, guilty of trying to find my happiness between the sheets?

  “Kitten? Did you hear me?”

  I snapped my head and gazed at Dylan, wide-eyed. “I’m sorry, Sir, I didn’t hear you. These green beans are to die for.”

  “Hrmm, I asked if you’d be all right alone in the barn if Nick and I took off early in the morning to do some hunting.” Dylan repeated, closely examining my eyes.

  “Of course. I’ll be fine, Sir. Just don’t bring Bambi back in the bed of your truck. Okay? If you two happen to kill anything, I don’t want to know.” I closed my eyes and shook my head.

  Nick laughed. “If we happen to get lucky and find a buck, we’ll cover him with a tarp. There. Are you happy now, girl?”

  “No, I’d be happy if you hunted rocks or arrowheads instead of poor innocent animals… Sir,”

  “But if we take a deer, we can make venison chili for dinner tomorrow night,” Dylan insisted.

  I stopped chewing in mid-bite. “Ewwwwww,” I groaned, wrinkling my nose.

  “We’ll be getting up early in the morning, but don’t worry, we’ll be quiet so you can sleep in. We won’t be gone long, little one. And when we get back, we’ll have the rest of tomorrow and part of the next before we have to pack up and head home.”

  I took a small sip of water to wash down the ball of anguish in my throat.

  “Not a problem, Sir. Since my days of sleeping in are numbered, I plan on staying in bed as long as I can.” I tried to keep my voice light and carefree but a part of me clamored to find the mortar and bricks and start resurrecting my shattered walls. I was going to need it.

  Nick held me with a probing stare. All the while I prayed he couldn’t see the pain that was already seeping into my veins. If I could make it through the meal without my grief spilling over the table, it would be an Oscar-worthy feat. The aromas of the diner now turned my stomach, and I’d barely touched my food. I hoped they wouldn’t notice.

  Meg reappeared at the table, striking a seductive pose. I wanted to laugh at the young girl’s attempt to lure both men, but instead I gritted my teeth as she continued to brazenly flirt.

  “Are you all ready for dessert? We’ve got some gooey pies, smooth and creamy,” she purred while batting her lashes.

  I couldn’t take it anymore. I was livid at her shameless attempts to capture Dylan and Nick’s attentions. Pity her or not, I’d had enough.

  “No thank you, Meg. See, they want a woman, not a little girl, honey. Just between us, I’m their dessert. And I plan to spoon feed them every inch of my body, all night long. But we’ll take the check now because I don’t think I can wait another minute to feel their hot, slick tongues sliding all over my body.”

  “Rawwwwrrrr,” Dylan laughed as Nick closed his eyes, lowered his chin and shook his head.

  Meg blanched, her mouth agape, before she raced away from the table.

  “That wasn’t nice, pet,” Nick whispered in that decadent, whiskey smooth voice.

  “She wasn’t being nice either, Master. She was all but climbing into your lap.”

  “Yes, but you’re the adult here, little one. She’s just a child.”

  “She certainly isn’t acting like one. I don’t like the fact that she’s looking through me as if I’m not even here,” I groused.

  Between Bertha the judgmental bitch from hell and Meg the Playboy bunny wannabe, my patience and nerves were shot. My hopes for a memorable night out had turned into a macabre episode of The Twilight Zone. I wondered if Rod Serling was going to spin around on one of the stools at the counter. At that particular moment, I wouldn’t have been the least bit surprised.

  Meg stood behind the cash register, her face bright red as she pounded on the keys.

  “I’m going to go pay for dinner. I’ll be right back,” Nick announced as he stood.

  “I bet you ten dollars she tries to give you her phone number,” I hissed.

  Nick spun on his heel and turned. Bracing one hand on the table and the other on the back of the booth, he leaned in. “Put your little green-eyed monster away, pet. It’s unbecoming and I don’t like it. She’s a child and I’m not a pervert.”

  “I didn’t mean…”

  “Hush. Not another word, girl,” Nick hissed as he leaned in and crushed his lips against mine, before he turned and walked away.

  “I didn’t mean to insinuate…”

  “He knows that, kitten. Relax. Everything is okay. You’re wound tighter than a ten cent watch. What’s wrong, baby?” Dylan nuzzled my cheek, his warm breath cascading over the shell of my ear sending a shiver rippling through me.

  “Nothing, I’m fine,” I replied on a quivering sigh.

  “Not at the moment, but you will be soon,” Dylan purred in my ear. “We’ll get you back to the barn and make you our good girl.”

  And there went a flood in my panties. I turned my head and without asking permission, took his lips, his mouth, and his tongue.

  “Ah-hem,” Nick cleared his throat. “You two ready to go or would rather just go at it right here on the table?”

  My muffled laugh reverberated in Dylan’s mouth as he reached up and pinched my nipple. I sucked his breath into my lungs with a gasp.

  “Home,” Dylan mumbled beneath my lips.

  Nick gripped my hair and pried me from Dylan’s mouth.

  “Enough, little one, or I’m going to have to join in, right here in front of everyone.” He smiled.

  “Yes, Master,” I replied in a low moan.

  “Look at you, Savannah,” Dylan whispered in awe. “Your nipples are all beaded up beneath your sweater like gumdrops. I’m going to chew those hard little pearls all night long.”

  His hand brushed over my throbbing peaks and my spine turned to jelly.

  “Can we go home now, please? Please, Masters. I just want to go back to the barn.”

  CHAPTER NINE

  Back at the barn, clothes began flying through the air, silently pooling on the carpet of my room in our frantic rush to get naked. After a salient dance of hands, fingers, lips and tongues, we fell to the bed in a tangled heap of arms and legs. Our giggles, groans and growls filled the air.

  Bathed in their heated touch, my appetite flourished. Alternating between their turgid shafts, my mouth stayed busy worshiping every glorious inch until they forced me to stop amid curses of haggard restraint.

  Pinning me to the bed, they feasted on my quivering flesh as I soared to the heavens. It was a thrilling roller coaster ride that gained speed as they propelled me to the peak only to glide me back down in a slow, methodical cadence, over and again. Our sweat-soaked bodies slid, melded, then slipped away as we swayed in a symphony of lust.

  With the bottoms of my feet flat on the mattress, Dylan wedged his broad shoulders between my thighs and laid siege to my clit with his teeth and tongue. He delved his fingers deep to burnish upon that fiery bundle of nerves. Nick filled my mouth, coasting back and forth as my tongue drifted over his thick ropy veins. Rolling my hips, I met every stroke, nip and tug of Dylan’s sinful pleasures.

  Nick hissed as he withdrew from my mouth and fisted his wet shaft.

  “I’m going to fill your ass all the way to my balls, pet. Bury myself deep inside you and fuck your tight little hole until you can’t take any more. Are you ready for that?”

  “Yes, Master. God, please! I need to come. I’m on fire,” I whimpere
d.

  His growl of approval was like a soft caress as Dylan eased back from between my legs. My cream glistened on his chin, and the look of hunger etched on his face made my demand spike. Dylan snagged a handful of condoms and a tube of lube from the bedside table then crawled over me. As his cock inched closer to my mouth, I raised my head and wrapped him in my lips. A curse of pleasure rumbled from his chest as he thrust impatiently down my throat.

  “Enough,” Dylan barked as he reared back. “I need to drive deep in your pussy, girl. Now!”

  I coy smile tickled my lip at their impetuous yearning as I scooted to the side of the bed, giving him room to lie down. Nick was usually the impatient one, but Dylan seemed to have reached the end of his rope and had no compunction about showing it.

  Licking my lips, I climbed back onto the bed, plucked the condom from between Dylan’s fingers then tore the foil packet open.

  “Allow me, Master.” I winked with a cheeky grin.

  “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you, kitten?”

  “I’d never try to kill you, Master, but I might try to put you in a coma,” I giggled. Placing the condom on the end of his wet crown, I inched the latex over his wide stalk with my fist, until the barrier was fully seated.

  “Fuck me,” Dylan hissed.

  “As you wish, Sir.” With a devilish laugh, I swung one leg over his waist then eased my hungry tunnel over his wide, turgid cock.

  Riding him with a slow, sultry roll of my hips, I could hear Nick behind me sheathing his cock. Pressing his broad hand on the small of my back, I melded over Dylan’s wide chest. Nick wasted no time glazing my puckered ring with lube then breaching the taut rim with his thick finger. Explosions erupted from the sensitive nerve endings, bursting outward as Dylan’s cock remained buried and inert within my fluttering core.