Mia's Masters [Locks and Chains 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (14 page)

She walked into the boardroom at precisely midday with a chill of excitement running down her spine. Would she be finally able to participate in a lunchtime sex-a-thon? God, she hoped so. Dylan was sitting at the head of the table. At his right was Mathew, and on his left sat Peter. They all had such serious expressions on their faces. It didn’t look like lunchtime sex was on the agenda.

“Mia, my dear, it’s time that we talked about your visit to a special club recently,” Dylan said, staring straight at her.

Mia felt the blood drain from her face, and she looked down at her feet in the vain hope that a hole would magically open and take her away to some other place. Granted, Alice in Wonderland didn’t really go to a nice place. But hey, it would beat having to talk about this.
Play dumb
. That always seemed to work for bimbo idiots in the movies.

“What club would that be?”

“Really, are you going down that path, Mia?” Mathew asked, looking at her and shaking his head with disappointment.

“You are aware that Craig Blackwell is a very good friend of ours, Mia.”

Shit, shit, and double shit!
She knew they were members of the Locks and Chains club. That was how she’d found out about it in the first place. But being friends with the owner was, well, more than she’d realized. Shit, she was sunk.

“You can’t be angry at me for trying to join. It’s not like we were together at the time. And, well, I haven’t even been accepted as a full member yet or had my trial night.”

“Well, my dear, that’s where you’re wrong. You’ve been accepted under our membership as our submissive. And tonight we’re going to show you the full features of the club.”

Her excitement at hearing that they would be taking her to the club was tainted by a thread of fear at the way Dylan said full features. Were they going to play with her in the club in front of others? Was she ready to participate in all the facets of the BDSM lifestyle?

“But right now we have some business to attend to.”

She turned a quizzical look toward Dylan.

“For not coming to your Masters with your desires, and for trying to go behind our backs to join the club, not to mention for even thinking of letting another Dom touch what is ours you will be punished with a spanking. I think ten swats to start with.”

“Now hold on a second. I thought you were all gay. And, well, I didn’t know you would all be my Masters.”

She suddenly stopped her rant when what Dylan had said sunk into her brain. He was going to spank her. Well, she’d been fantasizing about a sex-a-thon, and a spanking excited her so god damn much.
Hey!
It might have been unjust, and she may not deserve the punishment, but she really wanted to play. So there really was only one reply to give him, in all honesty.

“Yes, Master.”

“Good, my pet, now strip and lay over my legs,” Dylan said, pushing away from the table to allow her space.

All three men just looked at her, waiting. Sucking in a calming breath, she pushed down her embarrassment. It wasn’t like they hadn’t seen her naked before. Although, standing here in the office where anyone could walk in seemed different somehow. Why did that thought turn her on even more? Really, her boys were turning her into a kinky tramp. Taking of her shirt and draping in over the back of the chair in front of her, she began working on the buttons and zipper of her skirt.

“For your tardiness, you’ve just earned another five swats,” Dylan ordered.

Looking up, she realized how serious he was about this. So, almost ripping her skirt in her haste to get out of it, she stood in front of him in her underwear.

Mathew and Peter both chuckled.

“Well, that sorted her out.” Mathew laughed.

She cursed as the back latches of her bra caught, and she fumbled trying to remove it.

“My boy, go help out pet. It seems, under the threat of further punishment, she’s gotten herself caught.”

Mia watched as Peter stood and moved toward her, and she wanted to cry in relief. Her hands were shaking so much, and she felt so stupid.

“Don’t worry, my love,” Peter whispered in her ear.

He moved behind her, untangling her bra, and then let it fall toward her arms. He then kissed her shoulder and again whispered in her ear.

“You know our Masters would never do anything to hurt you. Sting you, maybe. But your health and happiness is always the most important thing to them.”

A wave of calm washed over her. He was right. They wouldn’t hurt her. Why was she so worried? She finally stood naked in front of the three dressed men, waiting for their next command. Dylan raised his eyebrows, and she realized he’d already given one, so she walked toward him, hoping she didn’t look silly as she tried to drape herself over his legs. In her erotica books it sounded so graceful, but when she tried it, she felt clumsy and awkward at best. She felt Dylan’s hands rubbing her ass cheeks, and so she settled into a more comfortable position waiting for what was to come next.

“Now, my pet, you are going to count and thank me after every swat. If not, it won’t count toward your total.”

“Yes, Master,” she dutifully answered. She jolted with the first smack. The sting radiating from her left ass cheek. “One, thank you, Master.”
Smack.
“Two, thank you, Master.”
Smack.
“Three, thank you, Master.” This wasn’t the erotic spanking she’d thought she was going to get. After ten, her ass was on fire. Heat was radiating everywhere, and tears dripped from her face as she sniffled.

“My poor little pet, did you think you’d enjoy a punishment spanking?” Dylan cooed to her.

She felt Dylan’s hand rubbing her ass cheek and then running down and through her slit. And she felt herself starting to moisten on his fingers.

“My boy, come here and give our pet some tongue action before we continue.”

Peter dropped to the floor and crawled toward her. She felt his tongue taking a long swipe through her slit, and then it thrust inside her. She moaned as he licked her from clit to anus and back. She tried to raise herself up to get his tongue into contact with her clit. She so desperately wanted to come to ease the burning of her ass.

“Mathew, get the toy bag. I want to plug our pet up and then finish her punishment.”

She wanted to scream in frustration. Dylan held her hips down so she couldn’t get Peter’s tongue into contact with her clit that throbbed in need. She felt the butt plug press against her anus.

“Breathe deep, my pet.”

She took a breath and tried to loosen her muscles, while Peter still worked his tongue on her. She felt the pressure and push of the plug as it breached her ass. It got larger and larger, stretching her until finally it got smaller, seating itself inside her.

“There, my pet, all ready to continue,” Dylan proudly announced.

“My boy, stop and suck on Mathew’s cock as our pet finishes her punishment.”

“Yes, Master.”

She groaned as Peter moved away from her. This was so unfair.
Smack.
“Eleven. Thank you, Master.”
Smack.
“Twelve. Thank you, Master.” She wept with relief when the final swat came. Her ass was so sore she didn’t think she’d be able to sit down for a week. As Dylan’s fingers again slid through her slit, she was shocked to feel how wet she was. His fingers traced her labia and circled her clit over and over again. Her bud shivered with pleasure as she thrust herself against his hand, trying to get more contact.

“Pet, get up onto the table,” Dylan commanded.

“Please, Master, please. I need to come. I need it more than I need air to breathe,” she begged.

“On the table now, pet. Or I won’t allow you to come at all today. I’ll also give you another ten swats as punishment.”

Mia fell to the floor in her rush to get up.

“Careful, pet.”

Dylan helped her up onto the boardroom table, spreading her legs wide and pulling her to the edge. He bent her knees out so that her legs were spread as wide as possible.

“Mathew, my boy, take a breast.”

Mia watched with half-lidded eyes as they moved to either side of her and latched onto her breasts, each taking a swollen nipple into their mouths, sucking and biting. She writhed in pleasure and then screamed as Dylan latched onto her clit and sucked. Releasing her clit, he licked and sucked, eating her pussy and then delving inside to lick her walls with his strong tongue. He moved back to circle her clit with his tongue as he inserted a finger inside, pushing against the plug in her ass. He took her clit between his teeth as he inserted a second finger, fucking her with them faster and faster, always hitting the plug on the inward thrust. This was giving her the sensation of double penetration. He closed his teeth, biting on her clit, and she arched her back, her muscle tensed solid, and then let go. White light flashed before her eyes as she panted, moaned, and screamed. Her muscle clenched over and over again, the pleasure so great it bordered on pain.

“Peter, take her pussy.”

Barely coherent, she felt Peter enter her.
Fuck!
Dazed, she looked over and saw Mathew behind Peter and Dylan behind Mathew. Like some kind of daisy chain. She heard the groans as they all entered each other asses. She’d had no idea how much time had passed. Peter’s thrusts had become harder, more brutal. Her still-stinging ass rubbed against the table, and she fully opened her eyes to see the erotic conga line of thrusting cocks. Part of her wanted to laugh at the thought. The other part was focused on her pleasure. She would laugh later. Over and over, Dylan thrust into Mathew, who in turn thrust into Peter, who thrust into her.

“Master, I can’t hold on,” Peter hollered.

“My boy, you can come when she does,” Dylan answered.

Peter rubbed a finger against her clit, desperate to make her come. She didn’t think her body would be able to find release so quickly after her last one. But looking again at the erotic sight of her boys all fucking each other, she felt the telltale building of pleasure. Before she could take another breath, she screamed and pulsed. Almost immediately, Peter pumped his seed into her, followed shortly by Mathew and, finally, Dylan. They all fell toward each other, panting and moaning, trying to pull themselves back together. Dylan and Mathew both pulled out and used tissues to take their condoms off. She was amazed. She didn’t even notice that they had put them on. After everyone stuffed themselves back in and zipped up, they all looked down at her still spread-eagled on the table. “Well, my dear, what did you think of your first sex-a-thon?”

“Can we do it again tomorrow?” She laughed.

“Come on, pet. We need to get you sorted and back to work. We have a big night planned.”

As she rose from the table, both Peter and Mathew helped her back into her clothes and discreetly used tissue to wipe away Peter’s deposit. “What’s happening tonight?”

“Tonight, my dear, we’re going to the Locks and Chains club.”

She had forgotten, with all the mind-blowing sex, the first things Dylan had said when she’d entered the boardroom. “Okay,” she replied, a bit doubtful.

“Don’t worry, my pet. You’re going to love it,” Mathew said, kissing her lips in an affectionate peck. “Just remember. We are your only Master. No playing with others.”

As if she could possibly take on any more. Dylan didn’t look away, obviously waiting for a response.

“Yes, Master.”

“Good, now get back to work. This company doesn’t run itself.”

As she left the boardroom, she felt as though she’d just attended some coming–of-age ritual. Finally, after all those years of listening to them in the boardroom and fantasying about them, she had finally done it. She had finally become a part of their lives, their fun, and hopefully, their hearts. She realized she’d loved them all these years. Her mind had wanted them, and her heart had dreamed of them. And now her body was owned by them. Hell, they owned her soul, too. Imagining a life without them was so bleak and so painful she just couldn’t do it. They would love her just as much as she loved them. They had to, because she could never live without them.

“My pet, here’s your outfit for tonight,” Dylan said, handing her a hanger which contained a pink satin-and-lace corset and a black miniskirt. Looking at the outfit as she began to dress, she realized they’d forgotten to include panties and shoes.

“There’s no underwear or shoes. Did you forget, Master?”

“No, my pet, we didn’t forget. You won’t be wearing any tonight.”

“But this skirt, it’s so short.”

“Are you questioning your Master?”

“No, of course not, Master.” As she was dressing, she so wanted to ask him to keep the zip open on his pants and for him not to wear any underwear either so as his cock would be able to slip right out of his pants if he stepped the wrong way. Realizing she would just end up getting a spanking if she did, and, as her ass was still sore from Master’s lunchtime efforts, she decided to keep her mouth shut tight. Struggling with the hooks at the front of the corset, Peter took pity on her and helped with the tiny silver clasps. Then he tightened the laces at the back and turned her round to the mirror. Looking at herself, she had to admire the image in front of her. The corset pulled in her waist and gave her an hourglass figure that she normally didn’t have. Her breasts were pushed up and on offer, but yet were covered. It was a tiny bit snug, and she wondered how she’d breathe for an extended length of time. But all in all, it made that little bit of discomfort worth it. She looked amazing and felt sexy as hell. In fact, she’d never felt as attractive in her life. With her hair brushed to a silken sheen down her back, and the clothes making her body look fantastic, she felt like a different person. For the first time in her life, she actually thought she was beautiful and sexy. She now realized what the boys meant when they said her body shape was actually what men desired. The images in magazines weren’t what turned them on. It was the sight of a sexy woman with curves they could grab hold of. She now realized she was one of those women.