Essential Master (Doms of Napa Valley) (26 page)

"Zebadiah." Her fingers dug into
his shoulders. "I'm going to...."

"Come for me, Ma'am, bathe my cock
with your pleasure." The words came out as a plea but must've done the
trick, because from one breath to the next, she was cresting, shouting her
release to the ceiling.

"Zebadiah!"
She
slammed down hard on his shaft, her hips twisting as she worked her way through
her climax.

Her muscles clamped down on him as she
arched backwards. He barely caught her and kept her from falling off his lap.
His nostrils flared as he watched her face contort with her pleasure. "Oh
yeah, that's it come around me, Ma’am. Let me feel your tight little pussy
squeeze me."

She lurched back up and pulled his face
into her breasts as she jerked and convulsed around him. It was all he could to
hold on and keep from coming as he inhaled the light floral fragrance she wore.

When her orgasm finally passed, he pressed
a kiss to her collarbone before gently lifting her off and freeing himself from
her folds. She hissed and lifted her head from his shoulder.

"What are you doing, Sexy? Did I say
you could remove yourself from my body?"

He shook his head, every inch of his
hard-on begging to be put back inside of its nice warm haven. "No, Ma'am,
but if we don't go now, Sir will be most unhappy. We have less than two minutes
left.” He licked his lips. “Forgive me?"

A slow smile crossed her face. "This
time. The next time you leave before I'm ready, I'm going to warm your
bottom." She pressed a kiss to his temple and slowly rose from his lap,
looking down on his wet sex. He was still hard and throbbing. “In fact that’s a
promise, not a threat.” She held her hand out to him. “Come on before we both
get in hot water.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” He rose slowly.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Nicky shifted
on the bed where he was lounging back against the pile of soft fluffy pillows.
Under his hips he could feel the satin duvet against his body. He was hard and
aching, imagining what Steph was doing to their submissive. It never could be
said he wasn't an equal opportunity Dom. He had no issue sharing Zeb with
Steph, not when he knew she loved their submissive as much as he did. Besides,
it had given him the chance to prep the room while she took the edge off from
sitting in the security room for the past six hours, hunched over several small
television screens.

Looking around the room at the flickering
candles on the various hard surfaces, he sighed. Curse his romantic soul but
he'd been unable resist the urge and now the lit tapers cast erotic shadows
around the room, much like lovers did. The breeze coming from the central air
unit had the flames playing peek-a-boo with the manacles dangling from the far
wall while highlighting the center piece of the room - a huge four poster bed
complete with sheer bed curtains. He almost wished he had a camera to tape the
final claiming of their submissive. He could only imagine how the candlelight
would cast shadows through the sheer material as they made love in the center
of the bed.

He glanced down at his watch. He only had a
few more minutes to wait before Steph dragged Zeb into the playroom. Personally
he couldn't wait. Not when he hoped the night would end in spectacular fashion
with not only the collaring of Zeb, but also his taking his first male lover in
over ten years.

The sound of Steph's voice as she came down
the hall sent a surge of lust through him until he nearly spurted in his
leather pants. He needed them to hurry up. He was hot, horny, and at the edge
of his control. He needed them now. A few moments later, Steph shoved Zeb into
the room, his naked but erect cock peeking out of his open jeans leading the
way. From the tight look on Zeb's face, Steph hadn't taken it easy on the man.
He looked like he was ready to explode. Sliding off the bed, he walked over to
the dark duffel resting on the sideboard. Opening it, he reached in for several
items.

"Take him to the wall, Steph. I want
to see him bound." He gave the order without thought, his mind already
racing at the possibilities he could use to steer Zeb into giving him what he
wanted.

"Come on, Sexy, you heard the boss, he
wants you stretched out for him." She guided Zeb to the wall. As Zeb
settled in place and let Steph clasp the padded manacles around his wrists,
Nicky came over to watch. Once their sub was secure, Nicky handed Steph the
small nipple clamps he wanted to see adorning Zeb's nipples and the cock ring.
Nicky wanted a nice hard fuck before he allowed Zeb to fill his ass full.

"Damn,
il mio colibrì,
you don't know what it does to me to see you this
way." He cupped the back of Zeb's neck, tugged him as far forward as the
chains would allow, then brushed his mouth over Zeb's, his tongue tracing the
slight part between their lover's lips. Flicking the moist tip of his tongue
against the inner curve of Zeb's lower lip, he tugged it into his mouth,
lightly nipping the captured flesh. The soft inhalation against Nicky's mouth
was like tasting nirvana. A second later, Zeb cried out and his head jerked
back. Looking down, Nicky smiled indulgently at Steph as he took in the small
clamp hanging from Zeb's left nipple. Lightly tapping the ring, his smile grew
louder as Zeb whimpered with pleasure.

"Naughty little sub. Taking pleasure
from having these little nubs clamped. I think he needs the other once clamped
as well, Steph." He moved back to make room for her.

She nodded. "Yes, Master." Then
she leaned in and sucked Zeb's right nipple into her mouth, wetting and sucking
on the little nub until it was a hard point. Zeb jerked against the wall when
she slowly attached the second nipple clamp.

"Breathe, Zebadiah. You know
how." Nicky brushed a stray lock of hair that had fallen over Zeb's eyes
back. As he did, Zeb took a deep shuddering breath before giving him a small
smile. "Damn, it hurts so good, Sir. It’d be so easy to come from this
alone."

Nicky drew a harsh breath. "But you
won't, will you? Because if you do, I’ll have no choice but to punish
you." He lightly tapped the head of Zeb's cock. Not enough to hurt but
enough to warn Zeb of the consequences of failing to obey.

"Yes, Sir. You'll have no choice but
to punish me." Zeb licked his lips. "I don't want punishment tonight,
Sir. I need..." Zeb swallowed hard, his words fading as he looked away
from Nicky.

"You need what?" Nicky turned Zeb's
face back to his. "Talk to us. How can we give you what you need, if you
don't tell us?"

"I...I'm supposed to serve you, make
you happy. My needs are..."

"Are very important, Zebadiah."
Steph rose from her crouch, so she flanked their sub on the opposite side.
"It takes all three of us giving and taking to make this work." She
rubbed her nose over his. "Earlier you gave me the release I needed. Tell
us what you need tonight. Maybe we can fulfill a fantasy or two."

Zeb groaned at her words, his eyelids going
to half-mast as she backed up. “I need both of you to take me however you
want.”

Nicky wanted to howl in frustration. There
was nothing wrong with Zeb being submissive to him and Steph, but if their
relationship was going to stand a chance of lasting, their man needed to learn
to ask for what he wanted.

“Which we already do.” Steph seemed to
realize the same thing he had. “Other than the night you topped me, Sexy, you
haven’t divulged any of your needs to us. You allow us to take what you offer, but
you never demand anything in return.” She propped her hands on her hips. “And
that’s going to end now.” She leaned in to look in his eyes. “So are you going
to take the easy way out here, or are we going to have to get medieval on your
ass?”

Nicky studied Zeb as he set his jaw. “Why
can’t you understand serving both of you makes me happy?”

Stephanie shook her head. “Because no
person lives solely for another person. It’s not healthy.” She trailed her
fingers up his chest, flicking at one of the clamps. “Surely when you look at
Nicky, you think of all kinds of naughty things to do to our Master.” She
licked her lips. “I know I do. I love licking him all over. I don’t get to do
it often, but when he does allow it…nothing is off limits. I can suck his toes…
” Nicky saw the wink Steph sent Zeb. “…which is a feat in itself. His feet are
ticklish. I can explore every hidden part of his body.”

Nicky kept his eyes glued to Zeb as Steph
continued to talk, to tell Zeb about how wild Nicky had become the first time
she dared rim his ass. How she’d made him come from a rim job alone. Lust
surged through Nicky as Zeb’s nostrils flared. His little sub was teetering.
Steph seemed to realize it too because she continued in the same vein.

“Did you know shortly after I rimmed him
the first time, he brought home the anal plug you loved so much?”

Zeb inhaled, his cock bobbing from where it
stuck outside of his pants. “No, Ma’am.” His chest expanded, his arousal
rising. “Did you enjoy it when he used it on you?”

Nicky waited with baited breath as Steph
smiled slowly. “No.” She stepped back, grabbing the black duffel. Opening it,
she dug through it until she found the plug and a bottle of lube. He wasn’t
sure who moaned louder, him or Zeb. She lifted it into plain view. “This plug
has never once breached my ass. It’s only had the pleasure of being inside two
different people.” She flipped open the lid on the lube, slowly drizzling it
over the tip. She met Zeb’s eyes over the toy. “One was you. Care to guess who
the other is?”

“Aw fuck…” Zeb looked from the toy to
Nicky. “You can’t be serious, Ma’am. Doms don’t use plugs on themselves. They
don’t place themselves in a submissive position.”

Steph’s hiss wasn’t surprising. “And who’s
talking here now. You or the bitch?”

Nicky decided to step in before Steph lost
her cool. “Let me ask you something, Zeb. Does being bi-sexual mean I only fuck
men or women?”

Zeb frowned. “Well, you are the Dom. Of
course you do the fucking.”

“Let me put this a different way. You enjoy
fucking Steph, right?”

Zeb snorted. “Of course I do. She’s hot,
sassy and sweet.” The adoration as Zeb looked at Steph was impossible to miss,
but Nicky wasn’t going to let it sway him. Zeb was going to accept what Nicky
wanted to give to him, heaven help them, because Nicky wouldn’t settle for
less.

“Okay, and you seem to love it when I fuck
you?”

“Hell, yeah.” Zeb hissed as Steph rubbed
her fingers over the damp head of Zeb’s cock.

“Why do you enjoy it?” Nicky prayed for a
hearty dose of patience as he tried to lead his stubborn little submissive to
the logical conclusion.

 
Zeb
rolled his eyes at Nicky when he answered. “Well, duh. I have a prostate.”

Nicky tapped his fingers on the wall next
to Zeb’s head. “Do it again, and you’re going to feel the broad side of my palm
against your ass and not in a good way, sub. Do you care to rephrase your
answer, without the eye roll?”

Zeb swallowed. “Sorry, Sir. It’s because I
have a prostate, Sir. It feels good when you peg it.”

Nicky threaded his fingers through the hair
at Zeb’s nape, tugging until Zeb was looking directly at him, and less than an
inch separated their noses. “Exactly, all men have them and it’s pleasurable to
have them stimulated. Unless you think for some odd medical reason or deformity
on my part, I don’t possess one? ”

Zeb stared up at him, wariness in his gaze.
Nicky wanted to crow. He was getting close to the root of the problem and with
Zeb chained to the wall there was no place for his
il mio colibrì
to hide. He had to face the problem. “Of course not,
Sir.”

“Then why the hell would you think just
because I’m a Dom I wouldn’t enjoy the same things you enjoy sexually? I’ve
admitted openly I’m a true bi-sexual. Which means I’m not always the one doing
the fucking. Sometimes I’m on the receiving end. It’s not a matter of dominance
at all, but the feel of having a hard cock or plug nudge my prostate over and
over, until I come so hard I think my soul has left my body.”

Zeb nibbled on his lower lip. “I don’t
understand, Sir. How can you not feel like you’re submitting to your lover when
you let them fuck you? Every time you enter me, the submission is so complete
on my part, I’m surprised I don’t drop into sub-space during the first stroke.”

“Because I don’t have a submissive bone in
my body, Zeb. I don’t ask Steph to fuck my ass with the plug. I demand it. I
order her to give me the pleasure I want. I tell her to lube it up like she
just did, and shove it deep inside of me. It’s no different than me ordering
her to drop to her knees and suck me off.” He studied Zeb’s expression. “It’s
all about the pleasure and, in my case, the attitude. I don’t hide what I want.
I bring it out in the open. Steph can choose to give it me or tell me to go
fuck myself.” The corner of his mouth lifted in a half smile. “Which she has
done more than once.”

“She’s told you to go fuck yourself and
she’s still your submissive?” He glanced from Nicky to Steph and then back.

Nicky could see Zeb was trying to wrap his
mind around it. “Of course she’s still mine. We love each other enough to
communicate. It’s no different than having hard limits. Sometimes she wants me
to do something I just don’t feel comfortable with, so I tell her no. In the
same token, she has her limits as well. Sometimes we stumble onto a new one
without warning. I don’t get mad - as long as she talks to me.”

“And we expect the same from you.” Steph
unsnapped Zeb’s pants. With the zipper already down, they pooled at his feet.
Zeb kicked them off.

Zeb bit his lip. "So if I tell you I
want something...shit." Zeb seemed to struggle with the words.
"Promise me, even if you don't like my fantasy, you won't leave me."
His tone was raw. "I can live with an unfulfilled fantasy, but I don't
think I can live with losing you—either of you."

"Tell us," Steph ordered as she
slowly teased Zeb’s ass with the plug she still head in her opposite hand.
"What is it you think will drive us away? Do you want to use the flogger
on me?" She cocked her head, an indulgent look on her face before she
breeched Zeb’s tender opening. He cried out, his cock jerking in response to
the steady slide of the anal plug until Steph had it wedged deep inside.
"You know I'd let you, Sexy. I'm a switch, I don't always have to dominate
you, you know." She stood and drew a random pattern on his shoulder.
"In fact, I love submitting nearly as much as I love dominating."

Zeb was breathing harshly. "No, Ma'am.
I don't want to flog you. I’ll leave that task to Sir."

"Then what is it?" Nicky asked
harshly. He had a feeling he knew what Zeb wanted
. Come on, baby, open up. Just ask me. Don't hide from it.
Even as
he thought it, a tear appeared at the corner of Zeb's eye.

"I...it has to do with Sir. The things
I want... I didn’t think he’d ever agree to." Zeb groaned as Nicky wrapped
a hand around his cock.