After going out to the kitchen with Tyler to fix her coffee and tell him her plan, she returned to the bedroom. “How much longer do you act like this today, Tommy?” Nevvie asked.
“How can you even stand to look at me?”
His words stung, but she knew they weren’t meant for her. It was anger at his frustration over his physical condition and his own actions.
“Because I love you, you big dumb guy. If you think we’re going to quit loving you just because of this, you’re mistaken. Pissed? Yes. But we still love you.”
Tyler walked in with the paper and two mugs of coffee. “I brought your coffee, Thomas.” He noted Nevvie’s expression and realized Thomas had awoken moody. “Ah, I see the grump is still in residence.”
“Fuck you, Ty,” he muttered.
Tyler smiled. “Well now,
that
sounds promising. Especially considering it’s been months since you’ve taken care of me properly.”
Thomas closed his eyes, tried to ignore them.
Nevvie pulled the covers down and off him. “Listen, buster, if you think we’re going to let you keep up the pity act, you’ve got another think coming.”
Thomas reached for the covers. Nevvie grabbed his hand, pinned it to the bed. Unable to fight her he tried to pull free and then Tyler caught his other arm, pinning him spread-eagled to the mattress.
“No you don’t, love,” Tyler whispered, running his tongue from his lover’s ear to the base of his throat.
“Ty, don’t—” His protest was cut off by Nevvie’s lips on his, her tongue plunging and searching, refusing to let him pull away.
After a long moment he quit fighting and responded. Only then did she sit up. “I think I have his attention, Master Tyler,” she said.
Thomas moaned. His boxers instantly tented in response to her words.
“You’ve still got the magic touch, love.” Tyler smiled and kissed Thomas. This time he eagerly responded, kissing Tyler back while Nevvie watched.
“I love watching my masters kiss,” she murmured.
Tyler kissed her. “Then look closely, love. You’ll see a lot more of it.” He kissed Thomas again and she pressed close, leaning in, kissing them both.
Nevvie released Tom’s arm and crawled down the bed, where she carefully worked his boxers off, freeing his stiff cock. She knelt to the side, careful not to jostle his bad leg. “Master Tyler, may I suck Master Thomas’ cock?”
Tyler winked. “Absolutely, my sweet little slave. I’m sure he needs some relief. It’s been many months.”
She used just the tip of her tongue to tease him, slowly circling the head and around the ridge. She closed her eyes and stroked his sac and shaft with her hands as she wrapped her lips around him, using firm strokes of her tongue to draw long, low moans from deep within Tom.
Tyler propped himself on one arm next to him. “How does our little slave feel, Thomas?”
His eyes closed. “Damn, that’s good.”
Tyler nibbled his ear, licking and kissing the sensitive spot on the side of his neck that always made him moan. “Do you want our little slave to make you come? She’s missed you very much. She’s been wanting to taste her master.”
“Yeah.”
Nevvie moaned around his cock, using firmer strokes and taking him deep into her mouth. It didn’t take long. He reached down, tangling his fingers in her hair as he thrust into her mouth while his climax took him. She waited until he finally softened before lifting her head with a smile.
“Did my master enjoy that?” she whispered.
He nodded. “Hell yes.”
She met Tyler’s gaze and winked. “Will my master please make me come now?”
Thomas opened his eyes and looked at her. “I’d love to watch him make you come, baby girl.”
“Not Master Tyler,” she purred in her best slave girl voice. “You, Master.”
He shook his head. “Sugar, I can’t.”
Tyler kissed him again, then lifted Tom’s head and pulled the pillows out from under him. “Oh, yes you can. Get up here, Nevvie. Let’s see if Thomas still remembers how to use that sweet tongue of his.”
She scrambled up the bed, turning so she could straddle Tommy’s face while she kissed his cock. Tyler switched position and kissed Nevvie, enjoyed watching her face as she closed her eyes and moaned when Thomas stroked her clit with his tongue.
“Is he licking you, sweetheart?”
“Oh, yeah,” she whispered, then went down on Thomas, trying to get him hard again.
Tyler pushed in close, running his tongue along Tom’s sac, drawing aimless circles with his tongue across Tom’s inner thighs, making him moan.
“Do you like that, Thomas?” he asked.
His reply was muffled by Nevvie’s clit in his lips, but sounded affirmative.
“Lick him well, angel,” Tyler whispered in her ear, holding her hair away from her face. Her eyes flicked toward him. He smiled. “That’s it, sweetheart. Suck our sweet Thomas,” he murmured, kissing her neck.
She moaned, shifting her hips against Tom’s face.
Tyler pressed his lips to her ear and breathed, “Don’t let him come, my sweet little slave. Let him make you come, then we’re going to get down to the business of making you a mommy again, aren’t we?”
She moaned again. The sensation around his cock made Thomas moan. Which in turn made her squirm harder against him and she cried out, his erection popping free from her lips as she came.
Tyler held her, murmuring in her ear, “That’s it, sweetheart, come for me, come for him, my beautiful angel.”
When she crested the final wave she kissed him deeply then carefully rolled off Thomas. Tyler took Tom’s stiff shaft in his hand, keeping him hard. “Do you want to come again, lover?” Tyler asked.
Thomas’ eyes were closed. He nodded. “Yeah. God, yeah.”
“Well then, it’s about time you stop loafing around and work for it, isn’t it?”
“What?”
“Thomas, sit up.”
Nevvie met Tyler’s gaze and winked. Tyler helped his lover sit up and changed position, sitting behind him, supporting him, his knees bent. Thomas closed his eyes and leaned back against Tyler’s chest as Nevvie carefully straddled his lap and faced him. She used Tyler’s knees for balance and support and kissed Thomas.
“I’m going to fuck you, Master. I’ve missed my master’s cock.” With that she slowly sank his full length inside her, pausing to subtly adjust position and shift her weight.
Then Thomas realized something. “Wait, Nev, are you back on the Pill?”
“Shh,” the other two said at the same time. Nevvie kissed him while Tyler trailed gentle love bites across Tom’s shoulder. He relaxed in their arms.
“We promised our angel anything she wants,” Tyler murmured in his ear. “She wants another baby.”
He shivered in their arms, his hands coming to rest on her hips. “Okay,” he said.
Using slow, careful strokes, Nevvie made sure to keep her weight off him and his bad leg. As he drew closer to climaxing she reached behind her, between his legs, found his sac and stroked it.
Tyler ran his tongue along his lover’s neck. “Fuck her, fuck our beautiful wife,” he murmured in his ear.
As Tom’s fingers tightened on her hips she sped up her strokes, recognizing how close he was. She leaned in and nipped his lower lip. “Fuck me, Tommy,” she said. “Come for me.”
He cried out, his hands on her hips forcing her hard against him as he came. Tyler wrapped his arms around them, holding them, meeting Nevvie’s gaze.
Thomas rested his head on Tyler’s shoulder, his eyes closed. A tear squeezed out from under his eyelid and ran down his cheek as he nuzzled Tyler’s cheek. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
Tyler held him tightly while Nevvie wrapped her arms around them and he cried in their arms.
After Thomas finally composed himself, Nevvie sat back.
“Did you enjoy that, love?” Tyler asked, kissing him.
“Yes.”
Nevvie kissed the base of his throat, tracing the hollow with her tongue. “Are you done fighting us?”
He lifted his head. “You’re sure you want this, sugar?”
“Absolutely. Don’t you?”
“A little late to ask me now, don’t you think?” But he smiled.
Tyler carefully extricated himself from behind his lover. “Do you mind if I take our girl into the shower with me? I need to get ready for my cardiac rehab.”
Thomas laughed. “I think you could have a good cardiac rehab right now, if you want.”
Tyler grinned. He caressed Tom’s jaw, his fingers lingering on his chin. “I do want it, but I also don’t want to shake the bed and hurt you. It’s all right if you want to say no.”
Thomas kissed him. “Of course it’s okay.” He crooked his finger at Nevvie, who leaned in for her own kiss. “Go give the evil genius a good lathering, sugar. I expect a hot sponge bath of my own later.”
“I think I like this naughty nurse gig. Might be as fun as being a little slave girl.”
Both men groaned.
Tyler carefully got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Nevvie joined him a few minutes later, closing the door behind her before grabbing him and kissing him, hard and deep.
“What’s that for?”
She whispered, her mouth by his ear. “Master Thomas made sure I was warmed up for you.”
Tyler chuckled. “Oh, did he now?”
“Mmm hmm.”
He started the shower and turned, held up a foil pouch. “Think you can remember how to put one of these on me, love?” He kept his voice low.
She smiled and took it from him, then knelt in front of him. “I think so.” She went down on him but he was already hard.
He tangled his fingers in her hair. “If you don’t stop, we won’t need that.”
Nevvie ripped the pouch open and carefully rolled the condom on him, then sat back on the bathroom rug and spread her legs. “Let’s not waste it.”
He slowly slid into her. Once inside her he held still, savoring the feeling. “Let’s hope our sweet boy doesn’t take his time.” He kissed her. “This is lovely, but I prefer my little slave totally au naturale.”
Nevvie wrapped her arms and legs around him, nibbled on his ear, and whispered, “Then you need to help me keep him horny so he uses me well, don’t you, Master?”
He thrust, hard, making her gasp. “Yes, I suppose I do.” He thrust again and held still. “Jesus, you’re so perfect I just want to explode.”
“Then why don’t you?”
“Because I want more than a quick run with you. I’ve missed this so much.” He took possession of her mouth and slowly fucked his tongue against hers in time with his strokes. As he built up to his climax he slowed, trying to hold it off, touching his forehead to hers. “I love you, Nevvie. I love you so much.”
“Maybe we can have one more after this one.”
He froze. “I don’t want you to be a baby machine, love.”
“We’ll see how this one goes. But for number three it’s back to the pot-luck method.”
Tyler laughed and took a long, slow stroke. “Makes life simpler, doesn’t it?”
She pulled his head down to her shoulder, his ear near her lips, her fingers tangled in his hair. “Fuck me good, Tyler. You know you own my heart and soul.”
He closed his eyes and moaned, his strokes coming faster and harder at her words.
Nevvie was relentless. “We need to figure out how both my masters can take me without hurting Tom’s leg. It’s been so long since I’ve felt both your sweet cocks inside me at the same time—”
“Ah!” Tyler gently bit down on her shoulder to stifle his cry as she tightened her grip on him.
“That’s it, baby,” she whispered. “Come for me.”
He finally relaxed and carefully withdrew. “Yet another thing I hate about these. I have to rush away,” he joked.
They flushed the evidence. By that time the bathroom had filled with steam from the shower. Tyler playfully swatted Nevvie on the bum. “Get in there and get wet, love.”
“What about me?” She faked a pout.
He smiled. “Master Thomas will be more than happy to take care of you today, pet.” He climbed into the shower next to her and held her. “Besides, I’ll have plenty of time alone with you. He needs you right now. I’d rather he gets that time with you. It will help heal his soul.”
She searched his deep, blue eyes. “Do you think he’s going to be okay?”
Tyler nodded. “Once his physical wounds are healed we’ll get him back into shape, never fear.” He kissed her before stepping away. “Oh, one last thing.”
She was already shampooing her hair. “What?”
The tone and timbre of his voice changed. “You’re not allowed to wear
any
clothes today, my sweet slave.”
Her entire body flushed with erotic heat. She recognized they’d slipped from the casual play into the full-on slave game, something they hadn’t done since before “that day.”
He continued. “The only item you’re allowed to wear today is your pretty pink collar. Do you have a problem with that, darling?” he asked in the same, serious tone.
She rinsed her hair and shook her head, finally opening her eyes. “No, Master. I don’t have a problem with that at all.”
“Good. When I get home today I will ask Master Thomas for a full report of your activities.”
Her heart raced. God she loved this!
“Yes, Master.”
He stepped close again, his eyes burning into hers. “On second thought, I think I’ll have a chat with Master Thomas about not letting you come while I’m gone. If you are a very good little slave we will reward you later. But only if Master Thomas says you deserve it.”
She gulped.
He gently inserted a finger into her, slowly stroking, lightly caressing her clit, just enough to make her moan a little before pulling it out. “That’s just a small sample of what you’ll get—later.”
Then he kissed her, back to sweet Tyler. “You do wish to play, don’t you, love?”
Nevvie had lost her ability to speak under Tyler’s piercing gaze. She eagerly nodded again.
His broad smile was well worth the hours of sexual frustration she knew lay ahead of her. The boys would tease and taunt her all day long until finally giving her the release she’d desperately crave. “Master Thomas needs a day of play to remind him we still find him sexy, I think. I trust you’ll well-earn your reward, won’t you?”
“Yes, Master,” she gasped.
“That’s my sweet, beautiful angel.” When he hugged her she rested her head against his chest and thanked the universe for bringing him—both of them—back to her.