Whatever Master Wishes (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Cooper McKenzie

  She huffed a laugh at the thought of Master allowing her to stay on her feet and decent. Especially after he had told her that she would be wearing clothes for only an hour. Turning to look at the pile of his clothes, she found a complete spare outfit, all the way down to boxers and socks. She picked up the long-sleeved turtleneck with fire department initials embroidered on the collar that he had packed. Holding it up in front her body, she grinned. This would cover her from chin to below her pussy and would be warmer than the other shirt.

  Pulling the shirt over her head, she smoothed it into place. The hem hit her upper thighs several inches below her ass cheeks and already-wet-again pussy, hiding her body from sight as long as she remained on her feet. When she bent over and returned everything else to the bag, the shirt pulled up, exposing everything between her legs to the cool air.

  Knowing her time was running out, Shea found the door to the bay and took a second to look out the big windows in the doors at the front and back of the building to make sure there were no people in sight, either on foot or in vehicles.

  Seeing no one, she hurried across the bay, the cement feeling icy under her bare feet.

  The door to the break room side of the building stood open as if waiting for her. She hurried through it and pulled it closed to keep the warm from escaping. Suddenly unsure, she remained at the doorway and looked around, hoping for some direction from someone.

  She found Master Ethan sitting at the control console, which overlooked the main road through town. Master Vincent stood at the stove stirring something in a pan while rook was clearing the dining table of a stack of newspapers and magazines. Rook was the first man to see her, and he began to laugh.

  That caught Ethan’s attention. He looked at his slave boy then to her. “You have a very, very smart little pet, Cap,” he said with a smirk.

  Vincent turned and frowned at her. “Pet, what are you wearing?”

  She swallowed to keep from grinning. “One of the pieces of clothing I found in the bag.”

  Chapter 6

  Rook held his breath as he watched and waited the interchange between Cap and his woman. He also grabbed the back of one of the chairs to keep from rubbing his painfully hard cock, which throbbed with each beat of his heart. Though he had never been with a woman, this one was making him wonder what it would be like.

  “That’s my shirt, pet,” Vincent said with a slight frown.

  “But I was cold,” she said.

  Rubbing her right hand up and down her left arm pushed her breasts together, which, in turn, raised the shirt’s hem until rook could swear he glimpsed the bare skin of her pussy and ass. The action may have been innocent on her part, but the result was anything but. Both his Master and hers made low, growly sounds. He, on the other hand, bit his lip to keep silent and not draw attention to himself.

  “You’re right, pet. It is a little chilly. Turn up the heat, rook,” Vincent said as he left the stove and walked toward his slave.

  “Yes, Cap,” rook answered, automatically moving to the thermostat, keeping one eye on the drama that was about to unfold.

  She looked like she was about to bolt until Vincent said in his power-filled Dom voice, “Don’t take a step, pet.”

  With that, the woman took a deep breath, and he watched as her shoulders relaxed. Once Vincent reached her, he murmured, “Arms up.” As soon as her arms were over her head, he pulled the shirt up and off her body in one swift move. “That’s better. Now go sit at the table and we’ll have lunch.”

  She blinked, and it looked to rook like she wanted to argue, but when he lifted one eyebrow at her, she took a deep breath before whispering, “Yes, Master.”

  “Rook, get pet a clean dishtowel to sit on,” Vincent said as he returned to the stove.

  Without a word, rook did as ordered, spreading a clean towel over one of the chairs. When pet sat down, she still sucked a breath then looked him in the eye. “Thank you,” she said.

  Suddenly shy, he nodded and turned back to the task of clearing the table of junk and then setting it for lunch. It took him longer than it should have since he found his attention divided between what his hands were doing and the naked woman in the room. His cock nagged at him for relief, but he knew better than to do anything about it. He had no doubt that the Masters would be harsh in their punishment. He had overheard them plotting the afternoon’s activities and heard that he and pet were to be the main attractions.

  With all of them in this half of the long room, there was no need to use the loudspeaker to announce lunch. As he sat in the chair opposite pet and Ethan sat to his left, Vincent delivered lunch to the table. A plate of thick, meaty sandwiches and a pot of soup was the perfect lunch for a wintry day. Without being told, rook fetched the pot of coffee when it finished brewing.

  The meal was relaxed and conversation flowed easily considering a naked woman sat eating with them. As she ate, she asked questions about him and Ethan that encompassed both their firefighting mentality as well as their lives and what brought them to this point. A couple of times even Vincent looked at her as if he, too, was surprised by the way her mind seemed to be working.

  Once they finished eating, he cleared the table. Before he could start washing the dishes though, Ethan stopped him with an order that sent a chill through him at the same time his cock slammed to attention.

  “Forget the dishes for now, rook. Come over here and drop trou. It’s time to do some tutoring.”

  “Sir?”

  Ethan sent him a look that had him moving to stand beside his Master before quickly opening his pants and pushing them to his knees. He then pulled the hem of his shirt up and tucked it under his armpits to bare himself once more.

  For a moment, he wished he was in pet’s position. Being naked and in slave mentality all day would be easier to handle than this back and forth mind shifting he kept having to do. Taking a deep breath, he released it slowly and changed gears to become the boy who would do anything for his master.

  “Kiss her,” Ethan ordered, nodding to pet, who remained seated and looking at her Master.

  Before he could move, she said, “Master?”

  Vincent nodded. “Yours is not the only horizon we are broadening today, pet. For the rest of the day you will follow Master Ethan’s orders as if they come from me. You will help him teach rook the proper way to treat a woman. May even teach Master Ethan a thing or two as well.”

  “Hey, that’s not fair,” Ethan sputtered. “I treat women just fine.”

  “And that’s why Michelle is now your ex, right?”

  “No, she’s my ex because I realized she lacked the equipment to play the games I wanted to play and she wasn’t willing to discuss sharing me with rook or anyone else,” Master Ethan said, sounding more sad than defensive before turning back to rook. “Get busy, slave. I want to see you two kissing and make out for no less than ten minutes. Go as far as you want, but no fucking.”

  “Yes, Master,” rook said as he turned to the silent woman.

  He took a step back and waited as pet pushed her chair back and stood. He took her hand and looked around. Standing in the combination kitchen-dining room did little to entice him into trying to be romantic. Especially with his cock out in the open, erect, and pointed straight at pet’s tits.

  Finally, he decided to try something he had seen done in several movies but he had been afraid to try with Master. Ethan was in charge, and rook did not think he would take kindly to be shoved against a wall then have a tongue shoved down his throat.

  But pet was small and soft and looked like she might have been slammed up against more than one wall in her adult life. Leading her away from the table, he stopped next to the wall. After pulling the woman around to face him, he linked hands with her before raising their hands to the front of her shoulders. Meeting her surprised gaze, he forcefully pushed until she stumbled back until she hit the wall. He quickly closed the last distance between them until his erection was pressed tight between their lower
bodies. Then he leaned down and kissed her like he had always dreamt of kissing Ethan.

  * * * *

  Shea gasped as rook shoved her into the wall, then pressed close and kissed her hard and deep. There was no gentle brushing of lips on lips before a tongue eased its way into her mouth. This was not the kiss of a man who had never kissed a woman before. His lips mashed hers open, and his tongue delved deep.

  She sucked a breath through her nose as his hands released hers, sliding across her shoulders and up her neck to hold her head. He tilted it to the right a bit more as his tilted and he took the kiss even deeper. This was not the kiss of a shy slave who had never been with a woman before but of an aroused and needy man who had reached the limits of his restraint.

  Dropping her arms, she slid them around his middle and held on as he thoroughly explored her mouth. She was unable to do anything except take what he forced upon her, not that she was complaining. Master had kissed her like this before, and it always led to the hottest, most passionate, forceful sex imaginable.

  She only hoped the same would happen now.

  Just as she was about to reach between them to maneuver his cock to her entrance, he jerked his lips from hers and looked over his shoulder. “Master, may I?”

  Before Master Ethan could answer, rook turned back and began kissing her again. Shea went weak in the knees and began to lean heavily into him. Just then, his weight was gone from her, and she leaned backward and slid down the wall on legs that had all the strength of a rubber band.

  She looked up and found Master standing over her. His expression was so blank even his eyes had no expression. She wondered who had earned the punishment, her and rook for participating in, or Ethan for instigating, the hottest kiss she had ever received.

  Master blinked and he looked worried as he knelt in front of her. “Are you all right, pet?”

  “Uh-huh. I think so. This floor is cold,” she said as her bodily functions came back online.

  “Why don’t we go back over to the other side for round two,” Ethan said as the other two men leaned in. Both looked concerned.

  “What do you think, pet? You ready to play some two-on-one?”

  Master stood then reached down and, sliding his hands under her arms, easily lifted her to her feet. He held her steady until her legs had regained enough strength that she did not fall down when he finally released her.

  She looked in the eye and smiled nervously. “If that’s what Master wishes.”

  He returned her smile with one that set her toes to curling. “That is just what Master wishes, though I don’t think we’ll make it as far as a bed,” he said before pushing her more firmly against the wall and kissing her even more forcefully than rook had just seconds before.

  She began to fumble with his belt buckle, needing to uncover his cock so she could impale herself on it. Before she got too far in her quest, he broke the kiss and stepped back. She locked her knees and fought to remain on her feet.

  She gasped when he stepped back then bent over and planted a shoulder in her middle before straightening with her draped over his shoulder. She barely got a chance to admire his tight, rounded ass before he bent forward again. She sucked another breath when he set her down then pushed her to lay across the small circular dining table just a few feet from where they had been kissing. The table was ice cold against her arousal-warmed skin.

  “Rook, get the condoms and lube out of the bag I left in the room on the other side,” Vincent ordered.

  “And don’t bother pulling up your pants,” Ethan added, causing both Doms to chuckle.

  When she moved to sit up, hands pressed her shoulders to the table. Once she stopped moving, they slid down her chest to cup her breasts. Trying to be brave, she kept her gaze on Vincent as he pressed her legs up and to the side so they were out of his way.

  He then pulled up a chair and sat down with his face just inches from her pussy. She knew what was coming but still gasped when he spread her puffy labial lips and licked her centerline from asshole to the top of her slit.

  Before she could lose herself in the feel of Master’s tongue between her legs, the hands playing with her nipples pinched tight, causing her to whine a wordless protest. Looking up, she frowned as she met Master Ethan’s glowing amber eyes.

  “Hands on your tits, little girl,” he said, pulling his hands away from her body.

  Her frown deepened, and she began to pant when two fingers slid into her pussy with a twisting stroke. Tilting her head back, she watched as Ethan opened his pants and shoved them and his boxers down his legs. He jerked his shirt up so that cock fell down and bopped her on the forehead.

  “Master, may I?” she asked just before she licked her lips in anticipation.

  She was not sure who she was asking what from, but Ethan answered. “Hands on tits, and then you can suck this meat stick,” he ordered as he wrapped his hand around his cock and slowly stroked it.

  Shea covered her breasts, moaning when her hands brushed over her skin. Not sure how far to take things, she was willing to push until someone made her stop. She took her nipples between finger and thumb and began to play with them, sending a steady stream of hot electricity through her body to gather behind her clit, which Master Vincent was batting at with his tongue.

  “Open wide, little girl,” Ethan demanded in a rough voice, “and keep massaging those tits.”

  Following orders, she parted her lips and immediately the head of his cock entered. Her attentions now split three ways, she could not keep up, so she focused on sucking the cock in her mouth.

  Her single-mindedness lasted less than a minute. She moaned a protest around the thick cock in her mouth when Vincent pulled his fingers from her pussy at the same time he lifted his mouth from her clit.

  That was when she heard a phone ringing.

  “Sheath that cock, rook, and fuck my pet,” she heard Master Vincent order from across the room.

  Apprehension shivered through her as she worked to drive Master Ethan to his peak before her attentions were divided once again. But Master Ethan had other ideas.

  “Roll those nips,” he said as he ran his palms up and down her forearms from elbows to wrists.

  Her body reacted automatically, and her arousal leapt up another notch as her fingers twisted and tortured her painfully erect nipples. Her body reacted to the added stimulus, and she was a few racing heartbeats from coming, whether or not she had permission.

  Then rook’s long, thick cock ploughed her core, filling her completely on the first thrust. He set a slow, easy pace, which was not what Shea needed. “Fuck. Me.” She screamed the words around Ethan’s cock clear enough for everyone in the room to understand her.

  “Do it,” Ethan growled.

  Rook responded instantly and began to piston in and out of her. Each stroke was harder and faster than the one before, driving her to her peak.

  But she could not come.

  Then a hand stroked a circle over her belly before sliding down to where rook was pounding her pussy. “Come now, pet,” Master Vincent ordered as he mashed the fleshy knot of her erect clit.

  With those three words, Shea screamed as her orgasm slammed through her. She arched her back as both mouth and pussy clamped down on the flesh they held. Both men moaned in response right before rook grabbed her hips. He thrust one last time, and then his hips jerked several times as he came.

  She expected Master Ethan to follow them but he pulled his cock from her mouth and backed away from the table instead. Opening her eyes, she frowned up at him.

  He met her upside down gaze with a look that sent heat rocketing out from her clit as he said in a low, growly voice, “I’m going to come in that hot, sexy ass.”

  Chapter 7

  Shea’s ass muscles squeezed tight though his words barely registered through the orgasm that continued to thrum through her like blue-colored water in a tilt box. Her muscles were so relaxed she could not fight or cooperate when he and Master Vincent reached dow
n and repositioned her so she lay across the table on her belly, her hands cupping her breasts.

  She had barely settled before fingers traced a line from her back down between the globes of her ass to press against her puckered star. In the next second, those fingers then slid deep into her pussy and fucked in and out several times, before returning to her back hole.

  Two fingers gently but persistently pressed through the ring of tissue, he fucked in and out several times before adding a third. She groaned and began to pant as she tried to relax the muscles from her waist down.

  “Damn, Cap, she’s so fucking tight.”

  “Wait till your cock’s buried deep and she comes,” Vincent said as he moved to stand in front of her. “Open up, sweet pet. I have a protein shake just waiting for you.”

  “Mmmm, yum,” Shea murmured, adjusting her head and parting her lips for her Master’s cock.

  As she closed her lips around the head of his cock, the fingers in her ass pulled away and Master Ethan’s blunt cock replaced them. She took deep breaths through her nose and used her own fingers on her nipples to distract herself from the men that slowly filled her head and tail. She pinched them tight and then rolled them slowly.

  That pain sent pulses of heat to her clit to mix with the feeling of fullness from where Master Ethan slowly but steadily pressed deeper and deeper into her ass. He did not stop until the hairs surrounding the base of his cock tickled the skin around her hole. Once seated, he stilled, giving her muscles time to adjust to the intrusion.

  “Holy shit,” Ethan breathed when the muscles of her ass began to massage his length in rhythmic waves.