“They look like earrings, but I know what they’re for,” she said with a soft smile. “Do you want me to hold my breasts up for you, Master?”
God, she knew what she was doing. He dropped down beside her. “I think I’ll deal with that in a moment. First, I forgot to do something. I want to set up a few rituals and traditions. Rituals are very important in BDSM, but each relationship can have different ones. I want to talk about how you greet your Master, even when we’re in the vanilla world.”
She ran her tongue along her lower lip. “I’m listening.”
“You always kiss me. When I walk in a room, you are to find me and greet me with a kiss.”
“I can do that, Master.” She tilted her head up, offering her lips.
He took her head in his hands and kissed her. He didn’t waste time with nibbling and playing. He devoured her like the starving man he was. Days had gone by without a single taste of her, and he couldn’t do it again. He needed her. He would kiss her and love her every day. Even on days when they couldn’t make love, he would get a taste of her like this so she was always on his tongue, a reminder of why it was so good to be alive. He forced her mouth open and slid his tongue against hers in a silky dance. Over and over, he thrust in and dragged out in a perfect imitation of what he wanted to do to her.
When he was breathless and aching, he brought his head up and broke the kiss. He stared down into the brown eyes that kicked him in the gut every time he saw them. “That’s what I want from you.”
Her eyes were warm as she looked up at him. “I want it, too, Dane. I want it from all my men.”
“Then you’ll have it.” He got up and allowed Cooper to take his place.
Cooper kissed her, pulling her against his body and rubbing himself all over her. The minute he moved, Landon was all over her. None of them wanted to wait. They all wanted their kisses. And they were about to get a whole lot more.
“Landon, I know how much you love our sub’s breasts. Why don’t you get them ready for her clamps?” Dane asked.
“Absolutely,” Landon agreed. He wrapped her in his arms and forced her chest up so his mouth was level with her breasts. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, pulling hard on it.
Alea’s breath hitched, her whole body wrapping around Landon as he began to suckle her breasts. Landon lavished them with affection, biting and sucking and rubbing his face against her. He made sure her nipples were hard little nubs, ready for the kiss of the clamp.
Landon pulled back, and Cooper had already moved into position. They were already a well-oiled machine. Cooper got behind her, his big hands cupping the breasts Lan had made ready. He held them up like the ripest of fruit, offering them to Dane.
Dane held the clamps up, allowing them to dangle so she could see them. “The rubies will look beautiful against your skin. Well, this pretty red glass will.”
Alea shook her head. “You’re kidding, right? Tal doesn’t do anything halfway. Those are two carats apiece, and I assure you they’re natural and not lab created. Welcome to your new world, gentlemen.”
Fuck. He was about to clamp his sub with a hundred thousand dollars’ worth of jewels. Before it would have made him nervous, but now he was happy they were real. She deserved real. Alea didn’t need money from him. She had millions in her trust funds. But he did have something she needed, something only he could give her. He had his love, and she’d made him realize that his love was worth something. “I assume the actual clamp is real gold. All the better to bite you with, my dear.”
He took the left peak in one hand and twisted it with a nasty little nip before sliding the clamp on and tightening it. She would definitely feel that. He gave the right nipple the same attention before he clamped it and sat back to look at his handiwork.
Her breasts were gorgeous, the nipples a dark red. He’d been right. The rubies shone against the gold of her skin, making her look like a work of art. They would bounce with her breasts when they finally fucked her.
Dane got to his feet and made quick work of his boots and slacks, tossing them aside and setting his cock free. He was harder than he could imagine. The damn thing was nearly pulsing in his palm.
“Lea, it’s time to serve your Masters.” He stepped in front of her, placing his hand on her hair. “I love you, you know that, right? You can stop this at any time, and we’ll take it slower. We can take all night.” His dick protested, but his dick wasn’t as important as she was.
She smiled up at him. “I’m fine, Dane. This is nothing like what happened to me. This is warm and loving. I’m not going to let what happened then hold me back now. Yes, I’m ready to serve my Masters because they serve me so well. I want to return the favor.”
A savage joy raced through him. She was fine. And it was time to push some boundaries. “Gentlemen, why don’t you join me? It’s time to see just how sweet our submissive’s mouth is.”
Dane held his cock out and everything in him tightened as he gripped her hair and let his Dominant nature flow.
* * * *
Alea looked at the cock in front of her and felt her eyes widen because Dane’s big, beautiful cock wasn’t alone for long. Cooper came to his left side and Landon to his right. Both had their cocks in hand, looking down at her with hot eyes.
Her whole body felt like it was on fire. Dane was a damn fine erotic torturer. She’d hoped that they would just fall on her and start the evening right, but no. That wasn’t Dom Dane’s way. Her Master wanted to make her crazy for him, Lan, and Coop before he was going to give her what she needed so badly.
But it didn’t matter. All that counted was that all three of her men were here and there were no more problems between them. The shadows of the past had been exposed to the light, and she didn’t need to cling to them anymore. She could be with these men and figure out who she was becoming. She couldn’t go back to the girl she’d been, but she could move forward and be a woman they would all be proud of. A woman who was strong enough to survive. A woman who could love the way she needed to love, without apologies and with a heart full of passion.
If Dane Mitchell thought this was torture, well, two could play that game.
She leaned forward and licked at the head of the thick purple cock in front of her. Dane didn’t say a word, but she could see how every muscle of his body tightened, and he was forced to change his stance so he wasn’t off balance. A little pearl of silky fluid pulsed from the slit of his dick. Yeah, he wasn’t as calm as he wanted her to believe. He was right here with her, desperate to connect in the way they only could through play.
Alea moaned a little as she swept the salty fluid up with her tongue and sucked the head of Dane’s cock into her mouth. She lightly scraped him with her teeth, then rolled her tongue around the head. She’d thought she wouldn’t love this, serving her lover in this way, but she’d been wrong. She loved sucking their cocks and feeling them in her mouth. So much power and so much trust between them.
She sucked Dane in long passes, forcing her jaw open a little more each time.
“God, baby, you give the best head. Do you have any idea what your mouth does to me?” Dane growled the words.
Alea let her eyes drift up to see Dane was watching his cock disappear between her lips. His face was a hard mask of desire. His hands tightened in her hair, pulling her hard onto his cock.