Masters of My Desire

by Jenna Jacobs

  “You seriously think they’re not going to be mad at me and want to dump me as soon as they walk in that door?”

  “Not in a million.” Emerald shook her head with a sorrowful. She wrapped me in a tight hug and pulled me close. “Honey, they’d never do that. I’ve seen the way they look at you. God, Savannah, they’re so in love with you. I’ve never seen them so happy in all the years I’ve known them. You bring light to their eyes. They’re not going to release you. Ever. Especially not over this.”

  Relief tried to break through my grieving haze as Emerald hugged me tight. I wanted to believe her… She was so certain about how my Masters would react, and I wished like hell I could share her conviction.

  I didn’t even know the girl, yet she showered me with so much acceptance and understanding, it blew my mind. When she pulled back, I palmed my eyes, sniffing as I struggled to regain my composure.

  “I’ll make you a deal. If they decide they don’t want you, I’ll have Daddy Drake kick their asses, how’s that?” She grinned.

  “I’ve already done that,” I groaned.

  “You what?” Emerald gasped.

  “Long story. Let’s just say it was an all-star example of my act-first-think-later stupidity. Just like what I did out there.” An exasperated huff rushed from my lips.

  “You’ll have to tell me about that one of these days, but first you need to stop beating yourself up. Or I’ll be forced to bring Daddy Drake in here to convince you that you did the right thing.”

  “No thanks, he’s a scary-looking dude.” I sobered, hoping she wasn’t serious.

  “Oh, pfffhh,” she dismissed my comment with a wave of her hand. “He’s nothing but a giant teddy bear. He just looks bad-ass because he likes to intimidate people.”

  I couldn’t help but chuckle at the way she described the leather-clad Dom. It would take me a long time to see any teddy bear-like qualities in that man.

  “Listen to me. Stop worrying. I know what I’m talking about. Everything is going to be okay.” She issued the assurance just as Dylan and Nick came bursting through the door.

  They froze, staring at me. I knew I looked all snot-nosed and blotchy-faced. My heart leapt to my throat. Tears spiked once again as I jumped from the bed and ran to them, scared of how I’d be received. When they spread their arms and crushed me to their rock-hard chests, I fell apart.

  “I’m going to leave you three to talk things out now, with your permission, Sirs?” Emerald beamed.

  “Of course, pet, and thank you,” Nick choked as Emerald hurried toward the door.

  “Anytime, Sir. Savannah is a love of a girl. I look forward to seeing her again on Saturday,” Emerald replied before darting out of the room and closing the door behind her.

  “Yes, you are a love. Our love,” Dylan decreed before laying siege to my lips.

  “Come on. We need to discuss what happened out there,” Nick announced.

  I moaned in regret when Dylan released my lips. I didn’t want to talk. I wanted to stay right where I was: wrapped in their safe, loving arms.

  I tried drying my eyes as we sat on the bed. Nick kissed my temple then cleared his throat. But before he could speak, I charged ahead of him.

  “You’re mad at me, I know. I’m sorry I embarrassed you and screamed my safe word.”

  Nick shook his head. “First of all, we are not mad at you. You did nothing to embarrass us. Trust us, little one; it’s reassuring to know you won’t hesitate to call your safe word. But…”

  There it was; a big fat ugly but. I knew what was coming next.

  “But you don’t want me as your submissive anymore, right?” I asked in a fearful whisper.

  “What?” they both thundered, slashing me with identical looks of disbelief.

  “No. But I’m going to get a ball gag to keep you quiet, and maybe a hammer so I can knock the insecurities out of your system,” Nick growled.

  I closed my eyes wishing we’d never come to Genesis after all. We could be rolling in our big bed and making love ‘till the sun came up, instead of dealing with my fucking fears.

  “Do you trust us?” Dylan asked. The distress in his voice was unmistakable. “Think long and hard before you answer me, pet.”

  Of course I trusted them. How could he ask such a thing?

  “Yes, Master. I trust you with my life.”

  “We don’t think you do, little one. If you trusted us, you wouldn’t have freaked out. You would have realized that although we’d removed your corset, we never would have turned you around and exposed you to the club,” Nick explained. “We’d fully intended to keep your body flush against the cross until the session was done, then wrapped you in a blanket to bring you back here.”

  “We know your buttons, kitten. We were not intentionally pushing them. Not in your first public scene.” Dylan interjected.

  Their words felt like an anvil upon my heart. I may have done all the right things during the session, but I’d failed them by not trusting their Dominance. Drowning in guilt, I bit back a sob.

  “That’s right. We were not pushing, pet. We simply wanted to flog your back. Your ass was getting so red and Christ, you were flying so damn high. We wanted to keep you suspended for a good long time,” Nick continued. “Tell us what happened in your head when the corset came off.”

  I sucked in a ragged breath. “I wasn’t thinking about anything. I was floating then it was like I was pulled back into my body. As soon as I realized I was naked, I freaked out. I’m sorry. In my head, I wasn’t thinking about Dominance or submission, it was all a knee-jerk reaction brought on by fear.”

  “We’re sorry, too, kitten. We handled the scene badly. We handled you badly,” Dylan professed.

  I turned and wrapped my hands around Dylan’s sad face. The contrition in his eyes stabbed my soul. “Oh, Master. No. No. No.” I sobbed. “You didn’t handle anything badly. It was me. Please forgive me. I love you. I love you both so much. I wanted to be brave and make you both so proud. But instead I …I freaked out. God, I’m so sorry.”

  “Shhh, kitten,” Dylan soothed. He pulled my wrists from his face then placed a tender kiss in each palm. “Stop feeling like you failed us. You’ve never failed us. This is nothing more than a learning experience. Nick and I now know that next time…”

  I gasped as my eyes grew wide.

  “Oh yes, there will be a next time,” Nick chuckled. “But next time, we know to bring you back down. Explain exactly what we’re going to do, until our relationship has had a chance to grow more substantially. I think if we can circumvent those fears of yours, you’ll stay in the moment and trust us not to let you fall.”

  It sounded good in theory and I wanted to believe they had the power to keep my stupid fears at bay. But what if I never grew past the insecurities? What if they were hardwired into my psyche or something?

  “I’m not sure how to lay my insecurities to rest. But I promise I’ll try and keep instinct from taking over. I’d like to see if Emerald can help me, if you two don’t mind?”

  “We don’t mind a bit, kitten. That’s why we plan to bring you here every Saturday. We hope that by talking with other submissives, you’ll see the exchange in another point of view. And maybe it will help you better understand some of the fears you carry.”

  “Agreed.” Nick nodded. “Come. Lay down, little one. We definitely need to hold you.”

  Wrapped in their arms, the feel of their lips against my flesh and soft spoken words of reassurance vanquished the fears and insecurities that had lingered. Yet I couldn’t stop apologizing, until finally Dylan commanded I put the incident behind me and move forward. Voicing my worry that I’d gotten them into trouble, Nick assured me that Tony understood the situation, and all was well.

  “He seemed like a compassionate man,” I commented in regard to Tony.

  “He’s an amazing person. Another well-respected Dom and a bit on the sadistic side, but a top-notch guy.” Dylan appraised.

  “Sadistic. Yo
u mean like Mistress Ivory?”

  “She goes by Lady Ivory here, but you’re addressing her correctly as Mistress, kitten.” Dylan reaffirmed. “But no, Ivory isn’t even in the same ballpark as Tony when it comes to doling out pain,” Dylan chuckled.

  “Ouch. He sounds scary.”

  “He’s not. In fact, he has quite a stable of pain sluts that thoroughly enjoy him,” Nick replied. “Speaking of being thoroughly enjoyed, are you up for some private fun, little one?”

  A broad smile spread across my lips. “With my two amazing Masters? Always,” I purred.

  Nick leapt from the bed and extended his hand. “We want to watch you fly again, pet. Can you do that for us?”

  “Oh, yes, Master,” I gushed and slipped my hand in his.

  Nick tugged me off the bed and Dylan tumbled behind me, peeling away my silky robe. He trailed soft kisses over my shoulders and down my spine, sending ripples of pleasure over my body.

  Nick pulled a wooden suspension frame out from against one wall as a devilish smile played on his lips. “We’re alone, but you still have the responsibility of using your safe word. Understood?”

  I admired his arched brows and commanding mien. “Of course, Master. But I know I won’t need it now.”

  “Don’t be too sure about that, kitten,” Dylan growled as he reached up and tweaked my nipple.

  I hissed as shards of fire rippled through my breast and centered in my core. “Yes, Sir.” I grinned with a saucy wink.

  “Arms up, kitten. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” Dylan announced, gathering up several bundles of rope.

  “Shibari,” I whispered on a wistful sigh.

  “Yes, kitten. Shibari and a little bit of torment.” He chuckled as Nick positioned me under the large frame.

  Chills skittered through me. I closed my eyes as Dylan wrapped the first strand of rope around my wrists. Nick framed my face beneath his broad hands, skimming his lips over mine. He bathed me in reverent, tender passion. Sailing higher beneath each knot, I floated away as the rope secured my arms and bound tight against my torso.

  When Dylan cinched the soft cotton upon my clit, I cried out and quivered. Nick paid infinite attention to my throbbing nipples. Fiery need thundered through my veins and I wiggled upon the clustered bundle of rope, burnishing it against my clit.

  “Delight all you’d like in that hard little knot, sweet slut. Just remember, you don’t have permission to come,” Nick growled in command.

  “Yes, Master,” I whispered breathlessly, rocking and soaring.

  A squeal of surprise tore from my throat as I was hoisted into the air. Suspended to the frame and poised like cupid, I hovered on my side, spinning in a slow circle. Dylan and Nick stood back, admiring their work. Lust danced in their eyes and hungry smiles adorned their handsome faces. The confinement of the rope, coupled with floating in a languid swirl, served to heighten my increasing journey into sub-space.

  “How do you feel, kitten?” Dylan asked as they began to remove their clothes.

  “Incredible, Master,” I sighed. “The ropes are tight. Don’t hurt. Flying in heaven.” Finding it hard to string my sentences together, I felt drugged and fought the desire to close my eyes. Even, the inviting clouds of light weren’t incentive enough for me to miss the opportunity to watch them strip.

  Once nude, they stood before me. Their sculpted bodies and rigid cocks were a breathtaking sight to behold. With sturdy hands they gripped my bound limbs, making me sway back and forth as they guided their glistening cocks deep inside my mouth. With a mewl, I sucked their swollen shafts, breathed in their potent musk, and collected their unique flavors on my tongue. Their combined essence was like sweet ambrosia.

  The bisecting knot chaffed my clit with each punishing thrust. Sailing toward the stars, I gave myself over to them, welcoming my mounting need. Dylan swiveled me back toward Nick and I focused on his sturdy cock as he thrust it between my lips. Tempering my frustration at not being able to touch them the way I desired, My vexation vanished when Dylan wedged his head between my thighs and tugged the knot with his teeth. I moaned and rocked against his mouth as much as my limited movement allowed. Sucking deep, I worshiped Nick with compelling vigor. But when Dylan teased my bisected folds with his talented tongue, I tore my lips from Nick’s cock and cried out in a desperate plea. My cries were left unanswered and I whimpered in their denial.

  Nick cinched a mighty fist in my hair, pulling my mouth back to his turgid shaft before shuttling his cock between my stretched lips, until I felt him swell upon my tongue. His loud roar of ecstasy resonated in my ears as he showered my throat with slick, warm seed. Dylan continued to nip and lick my aching center, and as I swallowed Nick’s offering, I felt the familiar numbness consume my tethered limbs.

  I keened over Nick’s shaft as I swallowed the last of his milky treasure. He pulled from my mouth with an abrupt halt. Cradling my face in his hands, his loving voice fell over my skin like smooth whiskey. “Open your eyes, little one,” he coaxed. His voice was hoarse but his command resolute. “I want to watch you shatter, sweet baby.”

  Peering at him through slitted lids, I found him kneeling in front of me. His expression was soft and filled with such vivid love, I wanted to weep.

  “Now, our beautiful girl. Come now for us.”

  Nick’s mouth claimed mine and he swallowed my cries of deliverance as Dylan launched me to oblivion. I thrashed helplessly upon the massive frame as wave after wave crashed through me. All the while, Nick held my mouth captive, drinking down my screams and moans.

  Nick finally released his claim, spinning my convulsing body away. Dylan gripped my hair now, and speared his slick shaft past my lips. Pumping in a manic rhythm, his feral cry soon filled the air as he showered my throat in a torrent of spicy, slick come.

  My body quivered in aftershocks as I sucked the vestiges from Dylan’s cock. Nick began to release the ropes with great care then eased me down, back on my feet. Flying and sated, I sagged against my bindings. Dylan’s hot body supported mine as Nick extricated me from the ropes. They carried me back to the bed, and snuggled close.

  Swathed in their potent aftercare, I closed my eyes, marveling at the absolute joy and completeness they brought to my life.

  After several long hours nestled in their arms, we dressed and left Genesis. As we departed, we walked past Emerald. She sat at a table, chatting away with a large group of people, her bright smile and animated mien filling me with honor that she’d been the one to help me through my first submissive crisis. I already felt a bond with the woman that I hoped would grow stronger. She seemed to have her submissive shit so together, it amazed me that she didn’t have a Master. I hoped one day she’d be as lucky as me and find the Master of her desires.

  Once back at the house, the three of us sat around the kitchen table. The pre-dawn breakfast my Masters created was nothing short of Nirvana. I scarfed down everything on my plate as we laughed and swapped stories of our lives before destiny aligned us at Kit’s.

  #

  Waking in their arms was a feeling I would never grow tired of, no matter how many times I had to pinch myself to make sure it wasn’t some fantastic dream. I smiled and snuggled deeper against my two Masters, who both still snored softly even as the sunlight peeked through the curtains and casted light over their stunning features.

  Nick’s hair lay tangled across his pillow. I threaded my fingers through the silky black edges, sighing in contentment.

  “Morning, little one,” he whispered, startling me with a sly smile.

  “I thought you were asleep,” I replied softly.

  “We’re both awake, kitten,” Dylan confessed as he growled like a lion then rolled over, pinning me beneath him.

  “I need to pee, Master,” I giggled as he continued to make feral noises while nibbling my neck.

  “So go,” Nick laughed.

  “Not that again, Sir,” I chuckled.

  “We’re not into water works, kitten. Go
!” Dylan chortled as he pushed me toward Nick.

  “Thank gawd. I don’t think I’d enjoy that kink.” I grinned as I climbed out from beneath the covers and scurried toward the bathroom. After washing my hands, I quickly brushed my teeth. As I rinsed my mouth, both men came swaggering into the spacious bathroom.

  “Grab a shower and get dressed, pet. We’re meeting a friend for breakfast,” Nick announced as he reached in and turned on the water in the shower stall.

  “Who, Sir?”

  “It’s a surprise,” he replied cryptically.

  A short time later, we bundled up and began walking along the shoreline of Lake Michigan. It was a short walk before we climbed the stairs of a wooden deck to a big beautiful mansion.

  A dark skinned bald man opened a set of etched glass doors. His bright white teeth glistened as a huge smile spread upon his handsome face. Embracing both Dylan and Nick in a robust hug, he stared down at me.

  “She’s just as gorgeous up close and personal as she was last night.” The man beamed, still gazing at me.

  His eyes were the most gorgeous shade of amber I’d ever seen, and sparkled with merriment. I couldn’t help but smile. I didn’t remember meeting him the night before, but obviously he remembered me.

  “Savannah, this is Mika. He’s a good friend of ours who also happens to own Genesis,” Nick announced with a broad smile.

  “Oh.” I blinked. “It’s an honor to meet you, Sir. Genesis is…it’s amazing.”

  “Thank you, pet. It’s a pleasure to meet you, as well. But for the record, you’ve never met me and you don’t know who I am.” Mika arched a brow while still wearing his dazzling smile.

  “I beg your pardon?” I asked, confused by his words.