by Jenna Jacobs
Focused on every smoldering sensation they brought to life, I sailed away. I bucked against their driving cocks, granting back every ounce of pleasure they imparted. Locked in the sublime grip of Nick’s savage eyes, they were eclipsed in command and replete with love. I ascended toward that glorious summit.
Dylan’s nimble thumb strummed my clit as his bulbous head continued to scrape over my electrified nerves. Their guttural praises fused with their grunts and hisses of pleasure, urging me to the craggy edge and magnifying my need to fill them with ecstasy.
Release burned like hot coals as I struggled to hold it back.
“Nick?” Dylan cried out in tight demand.
“Fuck yes,” Nick hissed as his erotic eyes flared in a carnal fire. “Now, sweet love. Come,” he choked as he bent, gripping my mane, and drove deep into my throat.
Pinching my lips around the base of Nick’s cock, the force of his come rippled over my tongue as he erupted, bathing my throat in hot slickness. Dylan clutched my hips, in a savage grip, pounding as he exploded deep in my spasming tunnel. Panting through my nose, I swallowed Nick’s offering, gulping and whimpering as I thrashed, conquered by my own obliteration.
Nick eased from my lips, his shaft glistening with saliva. He flopped down on the bed beside me as rippling aftershocks pulsated through me. Dylan remained coupled deep, gliding in and out, easing me down from ecstasy. I stared down at him. Sweat glossed his beautiful, striking face. His mighty chest strained with each gasping breath. But it was his twinkling cerulean eyes, swimming in unequivocal commitment, that took my breath away.
He really had changed. He’d torn away the mask and decimated his walls, and stood proud for me to see the real Dylan.
“I love you, Master.” The words rolled off my tongue as if I’d spoken them a thousand times. But I sensed he grasped the depth of gratitude that his trust evoked, mingling in my vow.
His loving expression hardened as he tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. Pulling from inside me, he launched onto the bed, pinning me beneath him. His breath was ragged as he delved his eyes into mine. Desperation rolled off his chiseled body.
“Say it again, kitten. I need to hear it again.”
My heart swelled and so did my eyes. “I love you, Master. I love you,” I whispered.
“I love you, too, kitten. I love you so fucking much.” Dylan roared before his mouth stormed against mine, leveling me with a feral kiss.
Nick’s hands caressed my face as he moved in, brushing his lips over my cheek.
“We’ll never grow tired of hearing that, little one, just as we’ll never grow tired of showering you with all the love we hold in our hearts,” Nick murmured in my ear.
Tired of asking what I’d done to deserve their astonishing love, I wrapped my arms around Dylan’s burly chest and drowned in his torrid kiss.
“You two keep sucking face, I’m going to fill the tub,” Nick chuckled as my tongue tangled with Dylan’s in a sultry, soulful dance.
Easing back a hairsbreadth, Dylan’s lips still fixed to mine as he smiled. “Be there in a sec, man.”
I giggled as his words vibrated. He pulled back and smiled down at me.
“You complete us, kitten. You know what that means don’t you?”
The smile fell from my lips as the impact of his words slammed me.
“No, Sir.” I whispered, a slight bit frightened by the implication.
“We’re never going to let you go.”
“Oh,” I replied on a quivering breath.
“That doesn’t mean you have permission freak out, my love. I saw that glint of fear in your eyes. It just means we’re going to have some serious discussions about our future. Our future,” he emphasized.
I nodded, chasing away the icy hands of fear before they pierced my heart.
Dylan rolled away and extended his hand. “Our bath awaits my sweet, sultry siren.”
When we entered the bathroom, I couldn’t help but grin. Nick was lounging with his eyes closed, in a tub of white, billowing bubbles. His chocolate muscles bore a stunning contrast against the fluffy white suds.
“Not one word, my sweet slut. This is foo-foo scented shit is all for you,” Nick scoffed, opening one dark eye to appraise my reaction.
As I bit my lips to keep from laughing, he extended his hand. Accepting his chivalrous offer, a giggle escaped as I stepped into the tub. Without warning, he drew back a wet hand and landed a sizzling slap across my ass.
“Owww! That hurt,” I huffed in a mulish pout.
“Owww is not a safe word, girl. Besides, I look forward to spanking your ass a lot more.” Nick smiled. Snaking his leg beneath the water, he clipping the back of my knees and knocked me off my feet. I toppled backward, landing on his chest as bubbles exploded into the air.
“Promise?” I taunted with a cheeky grin, grinding my ass on his erection.
“Indeed,” he hissed, thrusting his hips and driving his cock between my tender labia.
Lord, the man had stamina. He was hard as cement. I could have sworn the water heated another twenty degrees as his cock twitched, like a fervent metronome, between my folds.
Scooping me up in his arms, Nick made room for Dylan, who climbed into the tub. I leaned my head against Nick’s solid chest as Dylan dipped to his knees and wedged himself between Nick’s thighs. I smiled, sated and content, as Dylan wrapped his arms around me.
Neither man seemed uncomfortable entwining me between their naked bodies. Most men I knew would sling insulting gay slurs if they even spied another guy’s junk. But these two extraordinary men were unlike any I’d ever met.
Tangled as one—a poignant testament of our commitment to each other.
“How do you feel, little one?” Nick asked as he doused a wash cloth in the sweet, floral scented shower gel.
Searching for words to express the myriad of emotions they cultivated. The warm silky water, their hot steely bodies, and the tender loving care they bestowed was a potent cocktail of serenity.
“Small,” I sighed.
Dylan brushed the hair from my neck and leaned in. His warm lips settled on my pulse point, bathing me in reassurance. “Good, that’s how you’re supposed to feel, princess.”
With a languid moan, I closed my eyes as they took turns washing every inch of my boneless body. Passing me back and forth as if I were a rag doll, their reassuring hands never abdicated my skin for more than a millisecond. Nimble fingers, murmured praises, and tender kisses soothed me like warm summer sun.
Finally, they positioned me against the side of the tub. I folded my arms upon the cool porcelain edge as they skimmed the wash cloth over my back and swollen petals. I rested head on my arms and closed my eyes.
Nick leaned in close to my ear as he cascaded a hand over my butt cheeks. “Your milky flesh holds a pink hue so nicely. It’s a sight to behold.”
My contented moan splintered to a scream of surprise as the jets engaged, pounding in fury against my clit. Fingers cinched my scalp and firm hands pressed down upon the small of my back, forcing me to remain in place as the jets thrummed a beguiling rhythm.
“I can’t,” I whimpered, snared between exhaustion and demand.
“You can. And you will,” Dylan hissed. “You’ll do anything we ask, because you live to please us, don’t you sweet slut?”
The jets lashed my clit like an incessant tongue. “Yes,” I mewled in pathetic accord.
I was soaring in seconds. The strumming water, the staggering need to please, the twin erections grinding on my hips, and their commanding fingers buried in my pussy and ass made it almost impossible to combat the hounding orgasm.
Their deep, hungry voices urged me higher while panic pumped in with ecstasy.
“So, hot. So precious,” Nick whispered.
“Let it swallow you whole, kitten. Shatter for us.”
Consent tumbled from Dylan’s lips and my universe exploded in a blinding orgasm. I shrieked as the thundering release seized me. Clamped ar
ound the driving fingers, my entire body stiffened, and I was rolled beneath the blissful, brutal crushing waves.
“Yes,” Dylan implored.
I succumbed to the crashing tides, thrashing and screaming as spasms shrieked through me. As I slowly ebbed back to earth, their capable fingers eased from my quivering passageways. The driving jets stung and burned my sensitized clit and it was too much, too intense. The pain was obnoxious. When the jets were finally extinguished, I cried out in relief.
I tried to reign in my breathing as the subsiding aftershocks fluttered through my core. The water swirled as both men moved, but my muscles refused to work. Spent and exhausted, I didn’t even have strength to open my eyes. I issued a soft purr as a thick towel encased my shoulders and strong arms eased me out of the tub. Seconds later, I was cradled in safe, protective arms. I knew by his protective embrace that it was Dylan holding me against his steely chest. Even through the heavy scent of bath oil, I could smell his familiar musk.
“Sleep,” I whimpered.
Nick chuckled as Dylan carried me from the bathroom. Through slitted lids, I watched Nick sit upon the bed, a dry towel draped over his bulging arm, waiting for me. They dried me with reverence before Dylan eased me onto the pillowy mattress. I closed my eyes and welcomed the dark murky haze that pulled me under.
I woke to the sound of their deep, rich laughter. Squinting against the bright sunlight filling the room, I watched Dylan kick the door shut behind him. Both men’s arms were burdened with silver trays brimming with food. The tantalizing aromas hit me long before they’d made their way to the center of the room and placed the trays on the large round table. My mouth watered as I sat up and scampered out of bed, anxious to delve into the steaming assortment of food.
As I reached for a strip of crispy bacon, Dylan swatted the back of my hand.
“Not yet, kitten. There’s a few more rules in this room than simply being naked .”
“You’re not going to feed me again, are you, Masters?” I whined.
“Should I get the dog bowl out of the armoire?” Dylan asked Nick with a scowl.
“You have a dog bowl in there?” I felt my eyes flash wide and my mouth fall agape.
“Indeed we do,” Nick replied with a staunch nod.
I made no effort to hide my repugnance. “I know some subs find great joy in pretending to be a puppy, pony or piggy, and far be it from me to judge anyone, but crawling on my hands and knees is as animal-like as I want to get, Master.”
“We’ve already discovered that humiliation is a trigger for you, kitten,” Dylan winked
“Then why did you suggest it, Sir?” I challenged.
Nick smirked. “To help you realize there are far worse things than us hand-feeding you, little one.”
“So it was a trick?”
“No,” Nick eyes narrowed with his firm tone. “It was push, girl. That’s our job.”
With a nod, I knelt upon the thick carpet, next to the table.
“Good girl,” Dylan praised, running his fingers through my hair. A knowing smirk tugged one side of his mouth as a rush of heat streaked between my legs.
They each took a seat in the matching Parson’s chairs, then looked at me with loving smiles. Confidence replaced my trepidation; a blind man could see the pride and joy etched on their faces. I didn’t understand their compulsion with feeding me. But as I took the first bite of crispy bacon Dylan offered and licked the tip of his fingers, the heat darkening his eyes was all the reason I needed. But if they ever decided to pluck that damn dog bowl out, we’d have a serious conversation.
As Nick prepared the coffee, a soft chuckle rolled from his tongue. “I still can’t get the look of shock on Rachel’s face, out of my head.”
“What happened?” I asked before taking a sip from the mug he’d lowered to my lips.
“She couldn’t figure out why there was rice all over the kitchen floor when she came in this morning,” Nick replied.
I felt my face warm. “What did you tell her, Master?”
“I told her what we did to you last night, little one.”
“You did what?” I gasped. Mortification filled me. I’d have to face the woman at some point. God, how embarrassing and awkward the introduction would be now.
“Relax, kitten. She knows of our…penchants. She’s just never been exposed to any aspect of it until now.”
“So you’ve never brought a sub home from the club before, Sirs?”
“Never, pet,” Dylan emphasized with a note of finality.
My heart swelled.
“You’re the first and the last,” Nick added, settling his palm over my cheek.
“I’m honored, Master,” I smiled.
“So are we, girl. So are we.” Nick grinned, flashing that dazzling smile that always set my blood ablaze.
After breakfast, they carried up the suitcases from the truck and I unpacked my bags. They hauled in clothes and toiletries from their respective rooms, claiming ownership of the suite as a triad. More than once, tears filled my eyes at the significance of our union and with it, the promise of cultivating a stronger relationship.
Nick stole up behind me and wrapped me in his arms. “Yes, sweet girl. You’re worth it and so much more.”
“How can you always read me like a book, Master?” I laughed. Turning in his arms, I pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Thank you. Thank you for all this and everything you’ve both given me.”
“I’m just lucky that way. And you’re welcome, precious.” Nick smiled.
“No, kitten. Thank you for being brave and taking a chance with us.” Dylan pressed against my back and nuzzled his lips upon my neck. “We’ve been searching for you for a very long time.”
I exhaled on a dreamy sigh.
“A very long time,” Nick emphasized. “Now let’s go find buy you something to wear tonight.”
“Where are we going?” I asked, giddy with excitement.
“Genesis, kitten.” Dylan growled low in my ear.
“I know that, Master. I meant where are we going shopping?” I giggled.
“We’ll hit Gurnee Mills, maybe stop in a few shops along the Magnificent Mile. But first we’re going to take you to some special boutiques. Ones that cater specifically in club wear.” Dylan winked.
“Permission to get ready?” I asked with a gleeful grin.
“Go, little one. Make it quick,” Nick laughed at my over-enthusiastic mien. “Just tell me you’re not one of those women who take a day and a half to get ready to go somewhere.”
I laughed. “No, Master. I’ll be ready in thirty minutes, tops.”
Dylan issued an exaggerated groan. “She only takes a half a day, bro.”
“Very funny, Sir.” I rolled my eyes at his doleful complaint then scurried off to the bathroom.
After my anticipated prickly introduction to both Rachel and Pablo, we set out on our shopping quest. Our first stop was a corset shop. I was fitted and cinched, squeezed and bunched, and wondered how they expected me to breathe or even sit in the rigid garment.
After several adjustments, I was relieved to draw in a deep breath. Nick explained I was to grow accustomed to the garment over time. He promised that neither he or Dylan would cinch it too tight in the beginning. Reason being, Dylan explained, was that they didn’t want me passing out during my first visit to Genesis.
I modeled an emerald brocade, corset with hand beading along the gentle sweetheart neck line. I felt like provocative and feminine and blushed at their approval, straining beneath their jeans.
I’d never know such stylish sex shops existed. I’d never set foot in any type of adult store. I’d purchased my vibrator from an on-line site. Wide-eyed and gushing at the various types of club wear and enticing toys, it wasn’t long before I had more outfits than I could wear in a lifetime. Throughout our entire shopping blitz, neither man complained or grumbled. In fact, they were anxious for me to model each outfit, one after the other. Who was I to let them down?
> Nick drove us to Maurizio’s, a small Italian restaurant and bar, for lunch. It was nestled between large brick buildings in an older part of Chicago. As we walked through the front door, I prepared myself for the frosty and insulting appraisals. But when we were met with smiles and waves from several of the patrons, I realized they’d brought me to one of their usual haunts. They were protecting me from enduring another episode like the one we’d had at Ma’s Kettle. With the anxiety that weighted me down as I’d walked through the doors now vanished. I wanted to pepper them both with kisses.
“Hey, Nick. Dylan. Where the hell have you two been?” cried a sandy haired man who was working behind the bar.
“Hey, Scotty.” Dylan waved with a broad smile. “We just got back from our annual hunting trip.”
“Glad to know you missed us,” Nick laughed, as he wrapped his arm around my waist and led me to the bar.
“And who do we have here?” Scotty asked, a playful smile spread over his lips.
“Savannah, this is Scotty. Scotty this is our Savannah,” Dylan introduced, his chest expanding.
“So you finally found her, did you?” Scotty nodded with a look of awe.
“Indeed we did.” Nick preened.
“Took you two jokers long enough,” He laughed before turning his full attention to me. “Savannah, it’s a pleasure to meet you. And may I be the first to say that these two fuck-knuckles don’t deserve anyone as gorgeous as you.”
“Bite me,” Dylan growled, as I bit back a giggle.
“Don’t listen to him, little one. He’s just jealous that we found you first,” Nick replied with an arrogant smirk.
“Busted.” Scotty winked. “Take a seat where ever you’d like. Carla will be out in a sec to take your order and hey…congratulations.”
“Thanks man.” Nick beamed.
“Thanks, bro.” Dylan nodded.
I just smiled and cast a worshiping glance at my two gorgeous Masters.
After we’d squeezed together in one side of a booth, a short, dark-haired waitress with a bright smile took our orders. Dylan teased her about her new boyfriend before she scurried away, laughing.