by Jenna Jacob
“Oh, that’s right. I don’t have the freedom to choose my meals when I’m with you two,” I jabbed with a smirk.
“No. But you do have the freedom to tell us what you don’t like,” James interjected.
“Anchovies, bell peppers, pickles, black walnuts, iced coffee, and caviar,” I rattled off quickly.
“That’s good to know,” Ian chuckled.
As we walked into the clean but dated diner, both men settled a hand at the small of my back. The conversation with Savannah in the bathroom of Maurizio’s played in my mind. Yes, people were staring. Some wore expressions of surprise, disgust, and I thought I even caught a couple glimpses of envy.
‘I don’t’ live my life to make anyone happy except my Masters, and if the rest of the world doesn’t like that, they can just kiss my ass.’
Taking our seats at a table near the back, I was grateful that Savannah had shared her courageous philosophy. Borrowing her daring spirit, I held my head high as Ian and James held out my chair. For me, a woman who’d never colored outside the lines of proper moral conduct, breaking free to scribble all over the page felt wickedly scandalous. Scooting in close to me, James and Ian continued to touch and caress me. Their constant physical connection did smooth out the remaining prickly edges of my craptastic morning.
Eating as much as I could hold, I watched Ian continue to shovel fork after fork of pancakes into his mouth. I marveled how the man could eat like a horse, yet carry the frame of an athlete. James leaned back in his chair and patted his stomach. Giggling at his distended belly, I excused myself and trekked off to the ladies’ room.
Making my way back, I saw an older woman bent over the table with her chin resting on her palm. She seemed to be taking great pride in showing off her implanted assets to both Ian and James. Inching closer, I paused, shoving down the little green monster rising inside me. There was no reason for me to feel jealous. I’d agreed to be their submissive, not their girlfriend. Yet, they both made me feel as if something deeper than submission was at work between us. Watching the sway of the woman’s ass as she openly flirted with my Doms chafed. I wanted to sidle up beside her and kick her jiggling butt.
“Did you know that a cougar is the largest cat that can still purr?” she asked in a low seductive voice.
“No. I didn’t know that,” James replied dryly with a roll of his eyes.
“You don’t say?” There wasn’t an ounce of emotion in Ian’s tone as he wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin.
“How about you two stud-muffins try and make me…purr, that is? I won’t disappoint you.”
The bitch was desperate, but obviously my Doms were not impressed.
Extending a finger toward Ian’s chin, the woman’s shimmering, candy-apple acrylic talon resembled a weapon of mass destruction rather than a fingernail.
Quick as a cat, Ian snagged her wrist and stood, drilling her with an icy glare. “I’d rather fuck a blow-up doll.”
“I’d rather fuck my fist,” James added. Standing too, he tossed several bills onto the table.
The woman blanched and yanked free of Ian’s grip. I couldn’t help it; I laughed. The woman jerked her head my direction, shooting me a look of fiery daggers.
“Sorry to burst your bubble, sugar, but they’re going home with me. I plan to put them in a coma before the six o’clock news,” I touted with a plastic smile.
Beneath the heavy layer of makeup, her face turned bright crimson.
“Not if we put you in one first, gorgeous,” James growled.
Moving in close, James and Ian didn’t even glance back at the brazen broad. As we left the restaurant I noticed dark clouds rolling in from the southwest. The scent of rain hung in the air as we climbed into James’ truck.
“I think we should make Liz keep her word, don’t you?” James smirked as he started the engine.
“Yes, I do.” Ian agreed wholeheartedly. “How many lovers have you put into a coma?”
“I—I…hang on a second. I wasn’t tossing out a challenge. I was simply trying to save your butts from queen-cougar back there. She looked more dangerous than any animal I’ve seen at the zoo.”
“Saving us? Is that what you want to call it?” Ian smirked. “I think you were marking your territory, little one.”
“Well, maybe, just a little.”
“Uh-huh,” James grunted. “Maybe a lot.”
“Now I feel like a dork. I don’t have any right to be possessive. After all, I’m just a sub.”
“Oh, you have every right,” James assured me, pulling onto the highway. “You’re not just a sub, you’re our sub. We’re as much yours as you are ours. Don’t kid yourself.”
His claim sank deep inside me, warming and comforting.
“Home, James,” Ian instructed with a wicked laugh. “It’s coma time.”
As we pulled into my driveway, the skies opened up. Digging my keys from my purse, lightning flashed and thunder cracked before we dashed from the truck. Cold rain lashed my face. I let out a squeal as I slipped on the wet grass. James reached out and snagged me by the arm, spinning me toward him before I landed on my ass. I crashed against his chest, then he slanted his lips over mine. We stood in the pouring rain, kissing and getting soaked to the skin. Ian moved in against my back, kissing my neck and sipping the water running down my face.
“You’re wet,” Ian laughed in my ear. “Come on, let’s go inside so we can dry you off and make you wet in other places.”
“You’re too late,” I giggled. “I’m soaked there too.”
James let out a feral growl. Grabbing my wrist, he tugged me toward the house. Drenched and laughing like loons, we stood under the dry eave as I unlocked the door. Inside the house, we stripped out of our wet clothes as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Tossing everything into the dryer, I found it amazing that I no longer felt self-conscience about my curves or imperfections. They’d freed me from the critical mindset I’d harbored about my body.
Streaking down the hall, I grabbed a stack of towels from the linen closet just as the air conditioner kicked on and spilled cold air from the vents. Shivering as I dried off, James and Ian converged around me, blanketing me with their toasty naked flesh. Dueling erections prodded the crack of my ass and my soft belly. Reaching behind me, I slung an arm around Ian’s neck as he nibbled my shoulder. Leaning in, I peppered kisses over James’ chest.
“Thank you for warming me up. You two are like a couple of blast furnaces. I like it.”
“We don’t want you warm, gorgeous,” James murmured enticingly. “We want you hot, panting, moaning, and screaming while you put us into that coma you promised.”
A soft chuckle rumbled in the back of my throat. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
“Never deny passion or lust,” Ian tsked before dragging his tongue up the side of my neck.
Quaking beneath the tingling, tickling sensation, I squealed and drew up my shoulder. Ian issued a disapproving grunt, then pulled back to land a sharp slap on my ass.
A sensual purr rippled off my tongue. “More. Please.”
“Please who?” James growled in my ear.
“Please, Sirs,”
“We need to get you on your hands and knees, gorgeous. I think it’s time we fired your pretty little ass up,” James taunted in a low suggestive tone.
“Yes. I think that’s a wonderful idea,” I agreed, frantically nodding my head.
I couldn’t seem to race to my room, or scramble onto the bed, fast enough. Poised on all fours, I giggled as I wiggled my ass impatiently before dipping my forehead to the mattress.
“My, my. You seem awfully greedy, little one,” Ian chided with a little laugh.
“I am. But it’s not my fault. It’s both of yours.”
“So we’re to blame for you behaving like a wanton little minx, is that it?” The warmth in James’ laugh sent shivers down my spine.
“Absolutely.”
Peeking past my hips, I watched a
s they moved to the edge of the bed, James on my left and Ian on my right. Trying to curb my impatience, I wondered if they would spank me together. Imagining the feel of their firm hands alternating over each cheek, sending that luscious burn to sink deep, made it increasingly difficult for me to remain still.
Running a fingertip from the back of my neck all the way down my spine to the crack of my ass, Ian leaned in close to my ear. “Condoms, little one?”
“Nightstand. Top drawer, Sir.”
The familiar sound of scraping wood and the rustle of condom wrappers made me quiver.
“Well, well…what do we have here?” James taunted as he climbed onto the bed, holding my vibrator in his fist.
“Toys. Girl toys,” I snickered.
“I see that. Do you play with your toys like a bad girl often, sweetheart?”
“Not as often as I should, if last night’s orgasm marathon was any indication,” I quipped with a mischievous grin.
“Your sassy, little mouth is going to bring down a world of trouble on your ass,” Ian warned before sinking his teeth into my right butt cheek.
I squealed, but my laugh was cut short as James leaned in to claim my lips. Moaning into his mouth, I sucked his slick tongue as if it were his cock. Grunting in approval, he cinched a fist in my hair. Whimpering, I rocked my hips, silently begging for Ian’s fat cock to plow deep inside my pussy.
“Demanding little sub, aren’t you? Guess you need to be taught a lesson,” Ian taunted in an edgy timbre.
When he wielded a powerful slap across my ass, I jerked. James sucked down my startled scream as the sweet sting spread down my legs and inched up my spine. Unrelenting, Ian slapped my ass with a firm hand. The blows landed stronger, growing in intensity. When he paused, I purred over James’ tongue, but when Ian savagely bit into my burning butt cheek, I ripped my mouth from James and let out a long, loud howl.
“Yes,” I hissed. “More. Oh god. Please don’t stop. I need more.”
James knelt on the bed in front of me, fisting his cock with ruthless strokes. The swollen leaking crest a hairsbreadth from my lips, I could feel the heat radiating off his shaft. Hungry for a taste of his tart, glistening essence, I opened wide and stared at him with a pleading expression.
“Beg for it, girl,” James demanded on a raspy whisper.
“Please, Sir. May I suck your cock?”
“You’ll do more than suck it, sweetheart. You’ll worship my cock. Make love to it with your mouth. Show me the need to please that burns deep inside you.”
“Yes,” I purred as I lifted my chin, opening wider for him.
Threading inch after glorious inch past my lips, James hissed and cursed when I swirled my tongue over the tip. Capturing his salty slickness, I moaned, savoring his masculine flavor. James gripped my hair again before slowly rocking his hips, drawing his cock back and forth over my tongue.
Ian splayed his fiery hand over my burning buns, then trailed the fingers of his other hand between my legs to pet my pussy. Plunging his fingers in deep, he withdrew them to toy with my clit. Lifting away, he spanked me again before repeating the process. I tightened around him, gripping at his embedded fingers with the muscles of my cunt, but Ian pulled out again, leaving me moaning and aching for more. Over and again, he spanked and stroked, taking his time to draw out each conflicting sensation. My ass was throbbing, but so was my pussy. And with each blow Ian administered, a cool breeze wafted over my wet folds, pitching me back and forth between fire and ice.
“I love the feel of your mouth around me, baby. Hot, wet, and so damn silky,” James drawled in a low growl. “That’s it, just like that. Take me deeper. Swirl that sweet, sinful tongue all around me. Worship my dick. Make love to it. Yes. Christ, that feels so fucking good.”
James’ praise inspired me to bring him even more pleasure. Bobbing up and down on his shaft, I couldn’t wait to feel him shower my tongue and throat with his slick seed. Ian caressed my smoldering ass, dipping his fingers inside my wet center once more as I increased the tempo and pressure around James. I bucked and writhed on Ian’s hand as he strummed his thumb over my clit.
Whimpering, I sent tiny vibrations over James’ velvety steel, causing him to mumble curses of delight. Dragging his fingers out of me, Ian gripped my hips and launched his cock into my cunt in one ruthless thrust. Pressure and pleasure spiked and my eyes rolled to the back of my head as he pumped in a desperate rhythm.
A clap of thunder shook the house, rattled the windows and nearly drowned out the harmony of lust that echoed in my room. Mother Nature’s violent crescendo seemed synced to my own rolling rumble of release, but my mouth was stuffed full of James’ cock. There was no way to ask permission. Unwilling to disappoint them again, I jerked back. Releasing him, I cried out on a mournful wail. Gripping my jaw, James plunged deep to my throat. I wrapped my lips around him, drawing hard on his slick shaft. Stilling suddenly, I felt his racing pulse throb over my tongue.
“Come,” James bellowed as his cock swelled and he exploded.
I gulped down every drop as he jettisoned over my tongue and down my throat. My cunt compressed around Ian’s driving shaft before I bared down hard and clutched around him. Violent spasms ripped through me as I shattered. Digging his fingers painfully into my flesh, Ian let out a roar and followed us over. Still nursing on James’ cock, tiny ripples of warmth surged from his crest. Contentment and rapture etched his face as he gazed down at me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you shatter. Your eyes, half open and glassy like you’re so far gone, yet right here with us. And the way you let your inhibitions free…you’re the most erotic woman I’ve ever seen.”
“You’re like a damn drug, Liz,” Ian stated, his voice rough and thick. “I’m addicted, little one, like I’ve never been before in my life.”
Nuzzling my cheek against James’ thigh, his coarse hairs tickled my cheek as I drank in the warmth of his body all the way to my bones. Ian slowly pulled from my fluttering pussy as James leaned over and slung his arm around my waist. Pivoting, he flopped to the bed, pulling me alongside him. Seconds later, Ian slid in next to me as well, and we three huddled together.
“I hate condoms,” Ian mumbled with a scowl. “I want to feel you, little one, skin to skin. Not through a damn piece of latex. Are you on the pill?”
“Yes,” I murmured. “I’ve been on birth control since I was thirteen because of irregular cycles. And I’m clean. I went in and got tested after Ryan left.”
“No more condoms then,” James announced. “We’re both clean.”
Another huge clap of thunder rocked the house. Startled, I yelped and jerked. My heart thrummed wildly in my chest. James and Ian started to laugh, and as the brief punch of adrenaline sputtered in my veins, I chuckled too.
“Afraid of thunderstorms, baby?” James teased. Pulling me against his chest, he wrapped his arms around me protectively. “I’ll keep you safe from the big, bad booms.”
I swatted his chest and laughed. “Let me up, you big goof. I’m not afraid of anything.”
“How about getting caught in bed, naked with two men, by your boyfriend?”
The sound of Ryan’s familiar but angry voice slammed me, bigger and badder than the storm raging outside. Wrenching from James’ arms, I bolted upright in bed, staring at Ryan standing in the doorway. Hands on his hips, his mouth was pressed in a thin, tight line. He was glaring at me in a combination of shock, rage, and devastation.
“Ryan,” I yelped. “What are you doing here?”
“I fucking live here, Elizabeth,” he screamed in disgust.
Ryan trailed a scathing stare over Ian and James. I felt their bodies tense, yet both men placed a reassuring hand on my back.
“What the fuck is going on here? What the hell have you done, Liz? Two men? At once? Have you lost your goddamn mind?” Ryan spat.
“We need to talk,” I stated flatly.
“You think?” Ryan snapped in a mocking retort.
; I’d never seen him act so hostile, never heard him speak so curtly before. I prayed he didn’t do something stupid, like try to start a fight with my Doms.
My Doms. Knowing they were more than my lovers, but my protectors as well, filled me with courage. I was going to face this ugly, embarrassing situation unfolding before me with dignity.
“Christ, look at yourself, Liz. I leave for a few months, and you turn into a fucking whore. Just like your mother. Guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it?”
My guts tightened, along with my heart. Ryan knew just what to say that would cut me to the bone, and it did. Had I truly turned out like my mother? So desperate for affection—for the touch of a man—that I’d dragged myself into the gutter? Was I nothing more than a weak, lonely woman seeking affirmation by proffering my pussy and ass?
No. You, James, and Ian have something magical. Don’t you dare let Ryan diminish the beauty of what you share with your Doms. They are your Doms and so much more.
I darted a glance over my shoulder to find James and Ian’s faces were set in a cold and stony fury. Yes, they were my Doms, but this wasn’t their battle, it was mine. Yet, so taken aback with Ryan’s insult, I was at a loss for words.
“What’s next? You plan to fuck the entire Chicago Cubs baseball team? Is this just a warm up for the main attraction?” he asked, waving his hand wildly toward the bed. “What the fuck, Liz? You don’t even like sex.”
“Yes, I do,” I argued.
“Not with me you didn’t. Maybe I needed to grow another dick to satisfy you. Is that what it is?” Ryan scoffed.
Without giving me time to answer, Ryan turned his focus on James and Ian. He pinned them with a ferocious glare. “Hate to break the news, but spring training is over, boys. Time to get your dirty cocks out of my girlfriend and out my bed. Hope you enjoyed her, because you won’t ever see her again. I’m back and she’s mine.”
“Shut up,” I screamed.
Ryan’s mouth dropped open. With an incredulous stare, he shook his head. “No. You shut up, Liz. Don’t open your cock-sucking hole until I tell you to. Got it?”