Looking to the other Master in the building, Vincent waited until he nodded before he spoke again. “Pet is awake. Go and introduce yourself. Give her your cock to suck while you familiarize yourself with her body and reactions. Also find out whether playing with her tits, fingering her cunt, or licking her clit gives her the most pleasure.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Vincent watched Asher look to Ethan for any further instructions and his approval. “Naked from waist to knees but do not get off or you’ll spend the rest of the shift waxing the truck naked.”
“Yes, Master.”
“And, rook,” Vincent added. “Tell her Master V says she is to do as you tell her but she cannot come until we join you.”
“Yes, Sir.” Without another word, Asher turned and strode to the dorm side of the building.
Vincent looked at Ethan and grinned. “Ten minutes?” he asked, referring to how long they would allow their slaves to be alone together.
Ethan shook his head. “Don’t think I’ll last five.”
“Me, either,” Vincent admitted.
Looking at the checklist each shift used to keep the station and trucks clean, organized, and in tip-top working condition, he saw they had finished nearly everything in record time. Signing off on cleaning the parking lot and sweeping sidewalks, he tossed the clipboard to Ethan.
Vincent watched as Ethan stepped into the control room and dropped the board on his desk. When he reappeared, he carried a two-way radio with him. That way they could answer calls from the dispatcher without leaving the dorm area.
“Shall we go and make sure our slaves are getting to know one another?” Ethan asked with a grin as his free hand reached down and rubbed across the bulge that pressed at the front of his uniform pants.
Just then, Shea’s voice came through the baby monitor loud and clear. “What the hell are you doing?”
Vincent heard her and began walking across the bay. He had a feeling that by shift’s end, they would all have their boundaries pushed to their limits.
* * * *
Shea tensed when a man stepped into view but stopped just inside the doorway. She knew he was a firefighter and worked under Master on B shift. She also knew he was the new rookie she had only met once or twice before. For the life of her though, she could not recall his name.
“Hello?” she said after several long, long seconds when it looked like he was just going to stand there and stare.
That one word seemed to snap him out of whatever daze he had been lost in. He looked over his shoulder before walking across the room to stand beside the bed. Without saying a word, he opened his belt and then reached for the fastenings of his navy blue uniform pants.
“What the hell are you doing?” she asked, not able to help the panicked tone in her voice.
“As my Master and yours ordered,” he said, meeting her eyes for the first time. She saw the truth in them, but it did nothing to calm her suddenly jittery nerves.
“He did?”
The man nodded and released the button on his pants. “He also said to tell you to do as you were told but not to come until they joined us.”
With that, Shea realized Master had decided it was time to broaden her experience by sharing her with another man. Taking the choice out of her hands the way he had done only reinforced her status as his slave to do with as he pleased.
The love she felt for her Master at that realization made her determined not to disappoint him.
“So what are we supposed to be doing?” she asked as his zipper opened, revealing bright-green boxers.
“Getting to know each other. I’m to give you my cock to suck while I get to know your body and figure out what brings you the most pleasure.” With that, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of both pants and boxers and shoved them to his knees.
Shea gasped at the pole that flopped out of his pants to extend straight out from his groin parallel to the floor. It was the biggest thing she had ever seen, and having been to clubs and play parties with Master Vincent over the past few months, that was saying something. His body was completely devoid of hair, including the area around his cock, while his legs were covered with a fine sandy-blond fur that matched the buzz-cut hair on his head.
He stepped closer, stopping when the slit of his cock was only an inch from her lips.
“Could I ask something?” she said, hoping to slow things down long enough for her thoughts to clear so she could enjoy this gift her Master was giving her.
“Um, I guess,” he said, looking nearly as conflicted as she did.
“What’s your name?”
“Ash…no, rook. Today my name is rook. And you are pet.”
Shea nodded her understanding. Their dominants had decided Master/slave roles would be in force all day. What else Vincent did have in store for them?
“Thank you,” she said. Her gaze dropping to his cock, once again she licked her lips in building anticipation of sucking his cock that was thicker, but not quite as long as Master’s.
“No problem,” he responded as he took hold of the top edge of the comforter that covered her from chin down.
In the next second, he gasped. She was not sure if it was because he exposed her naked body or because she had leaned forward and dragged her tongue across the head of his cock before pulling back again. She breathed deep, taking in the combination of soap and man that was similar to and yet quite different from Master’s personal scent.
Her pussy clenched as a shiver of need raced through her to add fuel to the fire that burned deep in her pelvis. She needed to come but knew that she would have to wait until Master chose to join them. He had denied her permission earlier and that order remained in effect until he rescinded it.
In the meantime, she would try to overcome her fear and allow this obviously submissive man to do what their Masters had ordered him to do. Being cuffed to the bed, she had no other choice. Therefore, with a deep breath released on a sigh, she pushed everything else out of her conscious mind to be dealt with later. Obviously Master had a plan which included expanding her boundaries and from rook’s reaction, his as well.
“Do that again,” rook whispered hoarsely.
Though his words were soft, they issued a definite order, one she was happy to fulfill. Parting her lips, she extended her tongue and moved to lick at him again. Instead, she found herself sucking a breath as fingers stroked circles around both breasts before taking erect nipples between fingertips and gently rolling them.
The fleshy tips had been erect for so long they ached, causing her to moan at his touch. Sensual fire shot from where his touch straight to clit. Involuntarily her thighs parted farther and her hips shifted up and down as the muscles of her ass tightened.
Wanting rook to feel the same need, she licked his slit again, tasting the pre-cum gathered there. Then she opened her mouth and took the bulbous head into her mouth, closing her teeth and lips around the thick shaft just behind the glans.
His groan was just the response she hoped it would be.
He played with her breasts for a few more minutes, massaging the flesh, his big hands covering the generous mounds. He then pinched and rolled the nipples, softer and then harder. She began to pant around his cock as her need grew. She tried to distract him by sucking a little more of his length into her mouth while swirling her tongue around the head.
She moaned in protest when rook’s fingers left her breasts. Two seconds later, she sighed with happiness when a single finger stroked the puffy lips that led down between her thighs without pressing between them. The next stroke went deeper, and he brushed his fingertip over her clit, sending fire through her pelvis. Needing to grab his hand and direct his touch, she jerked on the cuffs holding her wrists secured the bed. She needed more.
She needed more of his cock in her mouth to suck on.
She needed a firm touch against her clit, either a finger pressing harder, two fingers, pinching and rolling it, or a rough tongue stroking over it.
There were so many choices that she could not determine what she needed most. Finally, she softly demanded, “More. Please. Make me come.”
Lifting his hand from her body, again rook denied her.
“Nooooo,” she moaned as she worked to pump her hips off the bed to regain his touch. She only succeeded in fucking air with no joy to be found.
“Damn,” he said through gritted teeth as his left palm rested on her lower belly as if to try and soothe her.
She sucked harder on flesh she had in her mouth, hoping to change his mind by causing him the same amount of pleasure/pain she was feeling. Other than their heavy breathing, metal clinking on metal from her fighting her bonds was the only sound in the room.
Lifting her head and shoulder from the mattress, she tried to take in more of rook’s length. With a frustrated growl, he pulled from her mouth and took two steps back from the bed.
She felt little satisfaction watching him bend over and use his hands on his knees to hold him up as if he was fighting his own arousal. He was panting as if he had just run a marathon in record time.
Her orgasm backed down to the point where she was able to think and speak again. “Why did you stop?” she finally asked in a soft, hoarse voice.
It took nearly a minute before he lifted his head and said, “Remember? We’re not allowed to get off.”
* * * *
Standing in the hall just outside what he was coming to think of as “the sexfest room,” Ethan watched the slaves take the first baby steps toward what he hoped would turn into a full-fledged foursome before the shift was over. When a high-pitched, fury-filled scream of female frustration blasted through the baby monitor, he winced. He watched as rook slapped a hand over her mouth, cutting off the loud sound.
“Damn,” Ethan murmured, lifting a hand and pressed it against the ear closest to the monitor to stop the ringing. “Girl’s got a set of pipes on her.”
Vincent chuckled. “You have no idea, my friend. Shall we join them?”
“Yeah, I need someone to suck on this log.” Ethan’s other hand moved to cover the sizeable bulge pressing at the zipper of his pants.
“I feel your pain,” Vincent responded, reaching for his belt. “What do you think about getting our own off this time, and then we’ll change things up later?”
Ethan shrugged. “You’re the boss, though whether or not rook can answer your question will decide whether he can join in or just watch us.”
“No,” Vincent corrected with a grin, “I’m the Grand Master.”
Ethan chuckled and nodded as his cock twitched with excitement. Vincent made a flourished hand motion for him to lead the way into the room where their slaves were awaiting their attention.
Chapter 4
Movement at the doorway drew Shea’s eye from the hard, deep red-tipped cock that bobbed just two feet away. Her breath caught as Ethan stepped into the room, grinning at something with a gleam in his eyes that made her think a long day of sexrobics was in the future. Her eyes dropped down his body when metal clinked. She sucked another breath at bulge of erection pressing at the front of his uniform. He pulled his belt open with a flip of his wrist and then began the button at the waistband of his pants.
As he moved further into the room, Master Vincent stepped into view. Unlike Ethan, he was not grinning, not smiling, but not frowning either. He wore his “I am Dom and in charge” blank expression. Her body clenched from shoulders to halfway down her thighs in anticipation of his touch, his kiss, the weight of his body on hers. The other two men faded out of sight as her attention zeroed in on the man she loved with every molecule in her being.
If only she could tell him.
Her eyes dropped down his body as well, finding him in the same aroused condition as the other two men. It was time to push her mental and sexual boundaries, whether she was ready or not. All she had to do was call red or rhino, which had been her safe word since she and Master had gotten together, and everything would stop, but did she want to? Or did she want to play out the scene Master had been imagining for weeks?
Lifting her gaze back to his face, she saw him watching her. She could see that he was reading her thoughts as his blank expression softened and he moved to kneel beside the head of the bed. Leaning over her, he brushed a kiss over her lips then checked her wrists to make sure her cuffs were not cutting off the circulation. At the same time, she felt fingers running around her ankles just under the cuffs. Glancing down her body, she saw Ethan checking her feet.
“Looks good down here,” he said, looking first to her wet thighs and pussy before meeting her gaze and winking.
“And here as well,” Master said, drawing her attention back to him. “How are you feeling?”
“Horny,” she answered as he sucked her right nipple into his mouth while his right hand covered her left breast and began to massage it.
He did not linger, but pulled away and straightened. “Good, that’s how I like my pet,” he said with a grin. The hand on her breast trailed down her body and stroked over her clit.
Shea’s back arched in need then hunched it, trying to get the leverage to fuck his fingers as they slid farther down between her legs and then just the tips entered her open, wet pussy. A second later, a single finger slid in, causing her to sigh. When he added a second, she moaned. He finger fucked her, pressing deep while twisting his fingers, which sent her need skyrocketing again. When she was at the edge of her orgasm, he pulled his fingers from her, earning a whining protest. He did not stop touching her, sliding the wet digits between her lower lips, finding her clit. He massaged it, first soft and slow then faster and harder.
Shea shivered, moaned, and panted in response as she stretched and tried to come. She needed him so much. She wanted him to strip down and join her on the bed, but understood why he did not. Even though it was a horrible day weather-wise, and everyone with a brain in their head would stay off the roads, he needed to stay prepared in order to respond at a second’s notice just in case.
“Master, please,” she pleaded when fingers slid back into her pussy.
“Please, what, pet?” His fingers pumped her pussy several times before pulling out once again.
“Please, Master,” she whined. “Please fuck me. I need to come so much I hurt.”
He slid two fingers back into her pussy, but they bottomed out. Instead of moving them in and out or twisting them side to side, he held them stone still. He brushed kisses over her forehead, cheeks, and lips. “Oh, sweet pet, I’m sure you do.”
Instead of giving her what she needed, he turned to the two men who were standing close by watching their exchange.
“So, rook,” he asked the man with his pants and boxers still pushed down around his knees, “what is the answer to the question?”
Turning her head, she watched as the submissive man’s cheeks burnished with embarrassment. Then she looked back to Master, her question clear in her expression.
He winked at her. “Well, rook? Tits, clit, or puss?”
“Uh, well, Sir, I’m not sure. I didn’t get a chance to test them all before I had to stop because we were both too close to, uh, coming. I backed away just before you joined us.”
A resounding crack sounded in the silent room, and Shea’s eyes widened as rook jumped, his cock bobbing when he landed. Ethan had obviously slapped his ass hard.
“Well, rook, that means you’ll be standing over there watching while Master Vincent and I play.” Master Ethan’s powerful Dom voice was threaded with disappointment.
Rook sighed and moved to the corner without saying another word. Shea felt sorry for him and wished she could do something to change Master Ethan’s mind but knew better than to interfere. One ginormous no-no in the BDSM lifestyle was to interfere with another Master’s submissive unless the dominant was ignoring the submissive calling his safe word.
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sp; “Are you ready for some double-headed fun, pet?” Master Vincent asked as he released her wrist bonds from the bed. She hesitated longer than he liked, so he bent close and got nose-to-nose with her. “Pet?”
Swallowing hard, she said, “Yes, Master, I’m ready. I think.”
At that, Ethan moved closer to the bed and ran a hand up the inside of her thigh. “What’s your safe word, little girl?”
“Rhino, Sir.”
“Very good,” Vincent said, stroking her right breast. “Now just relax and let us make you feel very, very good.”
“Yes, Master.”
With that, Shea tried very hard to turn off her brain as the Vincent pulled her down the mattress until her ass rested at the edge. He then lifted her ass up and piled pillows underneath it. Once he had her hips elevated to where he wanted them, he hooked her left wrist cuff to her left ankle. Master Ethan did the same thing on her right side.
The two men standing over her exchanged a glance before Ethan stood beside the bed near her shoulder. His pants were undone, but he had yet to push them down and expose his cock. When he did, she gasped at the cock that appeared nearly a foot in length.
“Why don’t you give Master Ethan’s snake a kiss? It’s been awhile since anyone but rook has sucked on it,” her Master suggested.
But Master held her attention as he moved to the end of the bed. After pushing his pants to his knees, he eased the plug from her ass. She gasped and then moaned with need at the empty feeling. She watched him wrap his right hand around his cock then drag it from asshole to the top of her slit and back down again.
On the third stroke down, he fit the head into her gaping entrance then surged forward until he buried the length of his long, thick cock deep in her pussy. He pulled out an inch and thrust forward again, somehow pressing even deeper. Grabbing her thighs, he pressed them up and to the side so they were out of his way. Leaning forward, he planted his palms on the mattress on either side of her waist, pushing her legs even farther apart.
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