Rescued by a Dom and a Sub

by Eileen Green

  “Smith.”

  “Hey, Mike. I’m here with a friend who has questions about the file that went wonky,” Alan explained. “That file I asked you about last night that I found was missing some of the information.”

  “What do you need?” Mike asked quickly.

  “I had filed that report, and then showed my findings to that detective that came in the day we had that training course. I refiled it and didn’t do anything with it, didn’t think anything of it. At any point did you leave the office unlocked either after you went home, or when you were out of the office while on site?”

  “You know I’m really careful with doors after that incident three years ago. I’m not a trusting person anymore,” Mike commented. Before Alan could ask another question, the sound of something slamming came across the connection. “Let me check something.”

  Shane knew that a year had passed since the fire, so details may be a bit sketchy, but he certainly didn’t like the way this whole ordeal had gone down.

  Through the phone connection, the sound of computer keys being struck came through. Shane’s phone buzzed from where he had placed it on his desk. Looking at it, he saw that it was Jeremy, letting Shane know he had just gotten up. He smiled.

  Jeremy had fallen asleep right after they had talked sometime early in the morning. It had been difficult for Shane to get back to sleep in the position he was in. When the alarm went off on his Shane’s phone, he carefully got up and carried Clara down to her room then came to the office. He showered and changed his clothes. Alan was his first appointment of the day, and Shane wasn’t liking any of it.

  “I wanted to double-check on something,” Mike said. “During the week you were gone, Alan, there was a bomb threat. I’m really sorry, but I may have left the door open when I left the building.”

  Slumping back in his chair with his disappointment, Shane knew this wasn’t adding up well at all. Nodding at Alan, Shane hoped he understood to give Mike his thanks.

  “I’ll explain when I get back to the office, Mike. My guy gives his thanks,” Alan said before disconnecting the call. Then to Shane, he said, “I’m glad I’m paranoid enough to keep duplicate files.”

  “So am I. And I’m glad you came first thing this morning.”

  “I’m always available to answer your questions, Beast. I owe you a lot.”

  Shane shook his head. “You don’t owe me anything. I was just doing my job. I’m just glad we were able to find your sister quickly.”

  He was referring to a mission that his team had assisted on about five years ago. Alan’s sister was on a missionary team that had gone to Africa, and she and the other women went missing two months into their mission. Intel had it that Boko Harem had taken them and were holding them with some local girls.

  Knowing what Boko was about, Shane’s team along with another made their way through the jungle and managed to rescue Melanie and two other women. However, they failed to rescue two others and the missing girls. They had been too late. At least they were able to give Alan his sister back.

  Over time, Alan and Shane had become friends as Alan had become a member at the club.

  Alan stood. “Well, no matter what you say, I’ll always owe you. All of you.” Alan extended his hand as Shane followed suit and stood.

  The two men shook hands and Alan continued. “Let me know if you need anything else.”

  “Thanks. I’ll let you know.”

  After shaking hands, Alan left. Shane resumed his seat and made another phone call, hoping his day would go quickly.

  * * * *

  Clara laid down her cards, one after the other as she played solitaire. She was going stir crazy since she wasn’t allowed to work. At least at home she could knit on the blanket she was making, or even write in the book she had been working on. She really didn’t expect it to go anywhere, but she liked to write.

  She was kicking herself for not bringing that stuff along with her. Perhaps Shane would allow them to go back to her place tonight to get some more things. A couple more days of clothes would be nice also.

  Snoring sounded from her bed. Jeremy had made his way down to her room right before lunch which they had in her room. They had played cards until Jeremy was dozing off, so he climbed into her bed about an hour ago and fell asleep. The pain pills were really doing a number on him.

  A ding sounded on her phone. Checking her messages, she saw that Savannah had texted her to see if she wanted to meet up at Pearl’s in a while. Pearl’s was the bar where a group of the 911 operators would meet up with once a week after work. Clara missed going, but she knew that she wouldn’t be able to. She returned the text letting her friend know she wasn’t going to be able to make it.

  It was about a minute before Savannah wrote back. What? The big bad Dom says you can’t go? Anthony and Ethan are meeting me there, and Missy’s coming with Tate. Tell the big guy you want to come.

  Can’t. Clara wrote back. He’s not here yet, and Jeremy is asleep.

  Ok. Keep me and Missy informed on what’s going on. Luv ya.

  Clara smiled as she realized she wasn’t as lonely as she thought she was. Savannah and Missy had been there for her when Clara’s parents died. They spent many lonely evenings with her since. And, she had a group of friends that hung out at Pearl’s, some even being cops and firefighters. The realization shocked her. She had thought she was alone, but she wasn’t.

  And now, it looked like she was gaining friends, and possibly lovers in Shane and Jeremy, and they belonged to the same club that her friends did.

  Noticing the time as she put down her phone, she realized it was after five. She wasn’t sure what time Shane would get home tonight, she decided to take a shower. She grabbed her last clean set of yoga pants and a tank top from her duffel bag and stepped into the bathroom.

  With the water hot, Clara stepped into the shower and luxuriated under the spray. Eventually, she lathered up with shampoo, soaped up with her favorite shower gel, and then rinsed herself off. She ran conditioner through her long tresses and then stood under the water and let the water caress her body as the softener drained from her hair. Then, she continued to let the heated water relax her.

  When she finally decided she needed to get out, she wrapped her hair in a soft towel and then wrapped one around her petite body. The bathroom was too steamy to dress, so she grabbed her clothing and stepped out into the bedroom. As she rounded the corner to go sit on her bed, she let out a shriek as she saw Jeremy sitting up with Shane’s arm wrapped around his shoulder.

  Shane stood quickly and stepped toward her. Opening his arms, he smiled. “I’m sorry, angel. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

  Not thinking twice about it, Clara stepped into his embrace, reveling in his strength and warm embrace. She wrapped her arms around him.

  “You smell wonderful,” he complimented against the towel on her head. “Can I comb your hair out for you?”

  She nodded. “I’d like that.”

  Her mother used to do that for her. Clara smiled at the memory, even though sadness still consumed her at the recent revelation.

  Realizing she was only wearing her towel around her body, Clara looked up at Shane, indicating her clothes. “Let me slip into these, and then I can sit on the floor.

  Shane released her as he looked down at her. “You don’t need to dress, pet. Go ahead and kneel on the floor and we’ll get your beautiful hair all nice and smooth.” When he smiled, he leaned down and said, “I want to see your body when we’re finished. Will you let me do that?”

  Clara was surprised he asked. If he was the Dom, wouldn’t he just order me to strip?

  “I know what you’re thinking,” Shane said quietly. “But we’ll deal with that later.”

  How did he know what I was thinking?

  She took the hand he offered her and let him lead her to the end of the bed. He sat on it, and Clara knelt between his legs.

  He took the towel from her head, squished her hair with it sever
al times, and then tossed that towel aside. The comb she had left on the dresser was in his hand already. He had probably anticipated the moment already and had it ready.

  His fingers combed through her tresses, working at the knots. She always had them after she washed her hair.

  Shane worked the comb at the bottom of her hair first, slowly removing the tangles as he went up. The feel of him combing her hair felt right and special. She cleared her mind and let Shane take over, the rhythm of the comb sliding through her hair calming.

  After a while, it took her a few moments to realize Shane had stopped. He had his hands flush against her shoulders. Zings of electricity shot through her body. Her pussy creamed as her nipples hardened into pebbles.

  “You are so beautiful, Clara, and your skin is so soft.” Clara felt Shane kiss the top of her head. “Stand up, angel. Let me and Jeremy see your body.”

  Worrying her bottom lip with her teeth, she hesitated a moment before she let Shane help her to her feet. She turned toward him and found Jeremy sitting next to Shane, his eyes sweeping over her towel-clad body.

  Self-consciousness overtook her for a moment as it had been over a year since she had been out on a date, and she had put on a few pounds since then. However, the look of lust in both men’s eyes gave her courage.

  With the flick of a wrist, she pulled the tucked in end of the towel out, and then let the item fall. It fluttered to the floor and landed softly at her feet. Shane and Jeremy both had smiles as they perused her body.

  Clara fought the urge to cover herself as Shane’s eyes locked in on her pussy which was creaming even more than before. She felt the moisture on her inner thighs as she stood there, naked for both her men. Their reactions gave her pride in her body, in herself.

  “You are so beautiful, pet,” Shane praised as he reached out and grazed a nipple with his knuckle. “Don’t you think so, pup?”

  Jeremy moved forward on the bed until he stood. “Yes, Sir. She’s beautiful, and she has a pretty pussy.”

  She moaned.

  “I like a bare cunt on my woman.” Shane smiled. He approved of her waxing.

  No one had told her to do it, but she had read that men liked it. Also, Savannah and Missy had talked about their men loving it on them.

  Needing to say something, she whispered, “I’m glad it pleases you, Sir.”

  Shane stood. He towered over her, but she wasn’t intimidated. Both men made her feel small, yet she knew neither one of them would ever hurt her.

  He raised his hand and palmed her cheek. Feeling cherished, she pressed her face into his hand as she gazed up into his eyes. They were darker green and the gold flecks usually there were diminished from his arousal.

  “I want you to know, Clara,” he began. He reached out to his side and grasped left Jeremy’s shoulder. “You both are the last people I’m going to make love to. You belong to me now, as I belong to you.”

  Clara wanted to know how he could be so sure of what he said. She felt strongly for him and Jeremy already, but how was Shane so certain they would live happily ever after? But that was a question for another day.

  “Now what?” she whispered.

  “I’m going to make love to you tonight. Both of you. Tomorrow we’ll start your training,” Shane said quietly.

  Clara’s body reacted as it should with Shane’s words. Her mind shot off in different directions with what way the relationship was going to go.

  As if Shane anticipated her thoughts, he used his thumb under her chin to lift her face up toward his. “In the past, I have been a twenty-four seven Master. I don’t want that. I want to come home in the evenings and have a good ol’-fashioned night at home, like cuddling on the couch after dinner, or playing games. It’s exhausting being a Master twenty-four hours a day. I know Jeremy desires something like that, but I’m not forcing the issue. If he wants to service us like that, then that’s up to him, but I wish he wouldn’t.” Shane’s eyes watched her face intently as he spoke. She was glad he said something about their home life.

  He went on. “The club will be something we have to discuss because I am a Dom who is requested to scene with people who don’t have a Dom of their own, or theirs isn’t there for them. I also fill in teaching classes. I hope that doesn’t turn either one of you away.”

  Swallowing hard, Clara asked in a mere whisper, “Do you have sex with them?”

  Shane shook his head. “No. They may not wear clothing, but I just whip or flog them, or whatever they request. But no sex. That has always been saved for my personal life, and now, that will only be for you two.”

  She smiled and nodded.

  “Now, I want you to get up in the middle of the bed, so we can love on you.” Shane gave his order, but his Oklahoma accent mixed with his Dom voice went right to her pussy.

  He released her, and she moved over to the side of the bed. She pulled the bedspread down to the foot of the bed where Jeremy pulled it completely off and tossed it in a corner by the window. Clara climbed up onto the high bed, self-conscious about the men watching her the entire time. She lay down in the middle of the bed as requested.

  “Spread the legs, doll,” Jeremy said. “Even though we aren’t scening tonight, that is always how you want to present yourself to our man, our Dom. For a woman, when laying in a bed, that means showing her sweet cunt to him.”

  Feeling sassy, Clara looked at Jeremy. “What do you have to do to present yourself to him?”

  Jeremy smiled and looked up at Shane. “Depends on what he wants to see. My dick, or my ass.”

  The easy camaraderie between the two men was nice to see.

  It surprised her when Shane reached out and gave Jeremy a sizzling hot kiss. More cream escaped Clara, and she was beginning to think she was going to wet the sheets before they even got started. She spread her legs. Cool air kissed her pussy, but she knew it wouldn’t get rid of the moisture there.

  When Shane released Jeremy, he looked at Clara with hunger in his eyes. He turned and faced the bed, reached out, and took hold of her ankles. He pulled her down the bed until her ass was on the edge of the foot of the bed.

  A shriek escaped her and then a giggle.

  “Grab hold of your knees, angel,” he ordered, his voice an octave lower than normal.

  Doing as she was told, she looked down between said knees and watched as Shane bent his head. She felt his hot breath on her pussy just before she felt his tongue touch the bottom part of her slit. He dragged it upward, dipping in slightly at her opening before making his way up to her clit.

  The feeling was so good that Clara couldn’t keep her hips still. He removed his mouth and looked up at her. “Be still, or I’ll stop,” he warned her before he touched his tongue to her clit again.

  She tried hard to remain still as his tongue circled the rock-hard nub near the top of slit.

  The bed dipped next to her shoulder. Looking up, she saw Jeremy smiling.

  “I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you in the car all banged up, doll face. I was afraid you were going to die, and I knew if that happened, I probably wouldn’t want to love another woman. I’m so glad you’re all right,” he said before he covered her lips with his.

  He plunged his tongue into her mouth, kissing her passionately. She kissed him back, tangling her tongue with his.

  Clara opened her mind to being loved on by two men, savoring the feel of their mouths. She had never thought anything so taboo before, but she was glad she had taken this step.

  Further down her body, Shane was teasing her clit. Feeling something at her opening, she didn’t have a chance to figure out what it was thrust inside her. Shane began fucking her with it, slowly at first. He added another finger, opening her wider.

  Jeremy had slipped his hand over her breast and was kneading the large globe.

  She moaned into his mouth as they continued to kiss. Shane was shuttling his fingers in and out of her, crossing over that sweet, sensitive spot within her. A tingling sensation was b
uilding low in her core, and she couldn’t help but move her hips against his ministrations.

  Sloshing sounds came from her pussy which had never happened before, but then again, she never had a man do what Shane was doing.

  Shane sucked on her clit, providing a different feeling. Her body was ramping up for something big, something she hadn’t experienced on such a magnitude before. When he scrapped her clit with his teeth, Clara seemed to careen over an edge. It felt as if her insides had exploded.

  Her body tightened as she felt her orgasm course through every nerve ending in her body. Clara screamed her release and Jeremy absorbed the sound as he continued to kiss her.

  There was no hesitation in Shane’s mouth or fingers until she began to float down as her climax waned. Jeremy pulled out of the kiss, however, his hand remained on her breast.

  “Relax, angel,” she heard Shane say.

  Breathing was difficult as she was panting while her heart pounded. She released her grip on her knees and let her legs go loose, forgetting that Shane was in the way. He lifted her calves and rested them on his shoulders.

  Looking down, she saw Shane’s smiling face, her cream glistening around his mouth. He reminded her of a kid with pie filling all over his face after he face-planted in one.

  “May I have a taste, please?” Jeremy asked as he released her tit.

  “Come and get it,” Shane teased.

  Clara watched as Jeremy leaned toward Shane and then lick the man’s face. After a few swipes, Shane grasped the back of Jeremy’s head, holding him still as Shane closed his mouth over his. The two kissed with wild abandon as if they were the only two people in the world.

  She had to admit that not only her heart found the act sexy, but her body did, too. Even though she had just come, her cunt contracted. The thought of being between these two men was going to wreak havoc on her libido.

  If she wasn’t lying awkwardly, half on the bed and half on Shane, she would have moved around to join the two. However, their kiss didn’t last long. The men disengaged from each other and looked at her, smiling.