STORY EXCERPT

Vincent listened to the sultry voice on the baby monitor, growling low when his erection twitched at her words. It had been two hours since he had reluctantly left her in the dormitory, and he had begun to wonder if he should try waking her up. He was pleased but surprised she had not screamed when she found herself bound to a bed in a room she had never been in before. But that was his beautiful, sexy little pet. She had learned over their time together that he would never do anything that would harm her though he took great delight in pushing the puritanical boundaries of her experiences.

“Rook!” he boomed, his voice echoing in the large bay that made up the center of the station.

“Yes, Sir,” the young submissive appeared from the other side of the pumper truck at the same time Ethan opened the door to the control room.

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.

ADULT EXCERPT

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 in, 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.

“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.”