Mia's Masters [Locks and Chains 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (20 page)

“Such a good pet, my good slutty girl,” Dylan said, looking down into her eyes as she shivered with the afterglow of a massive orgasm.

“Now drink me, my pet.”

Mia felt the pulse of his cock and then the splash of his cum as it flooded her mouth. She swallowed and swallowed, trying to not let a single drop slip. But there was too much for her. A dribble escaped her mouth, running down her chin as Dylan pulled his partially flaccid cock from her mouth. Peter groaned below her, seeing Dylan’s cum on her chin. He pulled her face down and licked the cum from her. He then gave her a passionate kiss, sharing the taste of their Master.

“Well, you two. That was the perfect way to start the weekend,” Dylan said casually as he rose from the bed and stretched. “While you are out, make sure to drop off the dry cleaning.”

Mia admired his tight ass as he walked away, only stopping when Mathew withdrew his softened cock from her ass.

“Always a pleasure, you two. I’ll enjoy seeing you both tonight,” Mathew said, following Dylan into the shower, faster than usual.

“They’re going to have fun playing together today, too, aren’t they?” she asked Peter, who was still below her.

“Yeah, Dylan was excited to have some one-on-one time. He said Mathew needed some sub time to balance him out.”

Mia looked at Peter to see if he was jealous or upset. Seeing him happy, she quickly analyzed her own feelings relieved when she realized she wasn’t upset or jealous, either. She was actually happy for them, too. She grinned down at Peter in anticipation of their great day together.

“Well, let’s start our day,” Peter said excitedly.

They both decided to use the shower in the guest bedroom to give Dylan and Mathew some private shower-time fun.

* * * *

As Mia relaxed in the bath, she reflected on her day with Peter. They had laughed and talked all day long. It had relaxed her and given her a sense of normality she didn’t realize she was missing. With all the excitement of the hot sex they were having and the slave training, she just hadn’t taken the time to be a normal person, a standard vanilla woman that she’d enjoyed being today. She decided she’d talk to Dylan about doing this once a month with Peter just so she could remember she wasn’t just a sub or a sex toy, but also a woman as well. She laid her head back against Peter’s chest behind her in the bathtub. He rubbed his hands over her arms and then moved toward her chest. He slid his hands up, cupping her breasts and rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. Her nipples hardened from the attention, and she squirmed closer to him, feeling his cock harden behind her. She slipped her hand under the water and around her side, fisting his hard length. He thrust toward her and bit down lightly on where her neck joined her shoulder. She moaned as he ran his hand down from her breast to her aching pussy. She moved her pelvis forward, trying to force his hand where she wanted it most. He chuckled behind her as he slightly pinched her nipple then moved to the other.

“Let’s move this to the bed.”

They both moved quickly to the bedroom, barely toweling each other off. She tried to take the time to appreciate the rose petals strewn over the bed. It was one of the most romantic things anyone had ever done for her. As she stood admiring his handiwork, Peter pushed her down and crawled over her. He kissed her mound, stomach, and then each breast before he took her mouth with brutal force. She’d never felt Peter thrust his tongue into her like that before. He was eating her mouth. He touched her pussy with his finger, feeling for her readiness. She was wet and wanting. Positioning his cock, he slowly slid into her body, never stopping the kiss. Once fully seated, he pulled away and looked down at her.

“I love you, Mia.”

“I love you, too, Peter.”

They kissed and held each other tightly as Peter started a slow, deep, thrusting pace. Mia wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him tighter. This wasn’t about domination or dark desires. This was about two people making love. They continued gaining fervor in their pleasure. Peter ground his pelvic bone against her clit on every inward thrust, and a slow, quiet orgasm began building in her body. When he grabbed one breast and squeezed her tightened bud, she fell over the precipice and came. As she clenched her pussy muscles on his cock, he groaned as he came and held her tighter. She had really enjoyed the gentle pleasure she had experienced with Peter. She knew that it wasn’t the same as with their Masters, but in its own way it was just as special. She wondered what was ahead for them all. She hoped a lifelong commitment was on the cards down the track. Mia fell asleep spooned in Peter’s arms, dreaming of a baby with Peter’s blond good looks.

Mia rushed to the car park. She was late, damn it. She was so going to get punished for this. She knew she shouldn’t have had that second donut with her coffee. Not to mention getting suckered into entering the shoe store. All of her things had been burned in the fire, and yes, the boys had bought her a many lovely things. But she so wanted to just, well…okay, she was a woman who loved shoes, and they were on sale. She needed to come up with a better excuse for Dylan. Hopefully she could get Peter to back her up. Although, as a slave he wouldn’t really add much weight to her appeal. Maybe if she missed a traffic light or two and drove fast, she could make it. Okay, maybe a little more than a tad over the speed limit, but she could do it.

She was making great time and was only five minutes late. She’d made up fifteen minutes. She approached the last bend in the road, which was only about two miles from home. She could make it. She knew she was going fast, but she was a great driver. She took the bend, and the sound of tires screeching jolted her already-terrified body. She struggled to handle the car, adrenaline flooding her limbs. She wasn’t going to make it. Shit! What had she done? She saw an embankment on one side and a drop-off on the other. Angling the car and praying for no oncoming traffic, she aimed for the embankment. She knew if she hit the drop-off, she wouldn’t make it. She would die. As the car was forced into a hard spin, she prayed that the designer of the air bags knew what he’d been doing. She prayed she would survive. She’d been frightened Dylan was going to be angry at her for being late, so what would he do when he found out she’d totaled his car? Maybe it was better that she didn’t survive.

The crunching of metal and the smashing of windows deafened her. She felt the seat belt bite into her chest as the car bounced. Her head was thrown forward toward the steering wheel just as the air bags detonated. She hit the air bag with a massive force, and she had the feeling that her nose was being pushed into her face. The car did a one-eighty degree turn, and her brain was like it was being mashed inside her head. Finally the car stopped spinning, resting in the middle of the road. The engine, or what was left of the engine, hissed as the air bags began to deflate. She had survived. Her head pounded in a blinding headache, and she couldn’t move. But she was thankful to be alive. She tried to command her body to move and undo her seat belt. She had survived, but she was in a car in the middle of the road on a ninety-degree bend. Any car coming in either direction would hit her before they had a chance to stop. Her vision blurred from the pain in her head, and a wave or nausea hit her. She tried to stay conscious even when her whole body begged to give in to the pain and allow the blackness that was calling her to overtake her. It felt like hours that she had been sitting trapped and struggling to stay conscious. Was anyone ever going to come along and find her? Or would she be stuck here forever?

She saw a bright light coming her way, and a thread of terror hit her. Was she dying? Was this the tunnel of light everyone talked about? As it came closer, she recognized two beams of light, and she started to relax, until she realized it was the headlights of another car, and it wasn’t slowing down. She screamed at her body to respond to the danger. It was going to hit her, she knew it. The ringing of her cell phone echoed in the silence, and she knew it would be her boys wondering where she was. They were probably worried about her. She so desperately wanted to answer it and tell them she was okay and would be home soon. She so desperately wanted that to be true. But as the headlights approached, she knew it wasn’t going to be the case. She closed her eyes and thought of being in the massive bed with her boys and of them holding her and telling her they loved her, like they had done so many times before. She didn’t watch as the oncoming car hit hers although her eyes flew open when her car spun and then rolled over, sliding on the roof. The blood rushed to her already-pounding head, and she allowed the darkness to take her. There was no point in feeling the pain.

* * * *

Dylan again tried Mia’s cell, leaving yet another message, each one more and more angry. Being late was one thing. But not calling to stop them from worrying was too much. He was not going to let her sit down for a week or maybe even a month after this. That was if he ever untied her from the bed. He stomped into the living room just as Mathew answered the house phone.
That better be Mia.
He watched as Mathew’s face paled, and he began to swallow repeatedly. He moved closer to him and tried to listen to the conversation.

“Yes, of course we’ll leave right now,” Mathew said before he hung up.

Every nerve ending in his body screamed there was something wrong.

“What? What is it?”

“It’s Mia. That was the hospital. She was brought in from a car accident. We are listed as her next of kin.”

“Peter, get the car keys. We’re going to her,” he hollered at the top of his lungs. “Did they say anything else?”

“No, just that she’d arrived in emergency and the trauma team was working on her now.”

Peter came running around the corner into the room, keys in hand.

“What’s...what is it?” He looked panicked, his voice squeaky with stress.

“Mia’s in the hospital. Let’s go.”

“Dylan, should any of us be driving right now?”

“I’ll drive. Let’s go.” He grabbed the keys from Peter’s hand and stormed out the door. Mathew and Peter were either going to follow him or not, and he wasn’t waiting. He had to get to Mia.

Dylan drove carefully but fast. He parked the car in a handicapped space right outside the doors of the emergency department, be damned with the fine or even if they towed the car. He stormed into the emergency room and up to the first medical staff member he saw.

“Mia. I need to know where Mia Randal is.” He was directed to the nurses’ station, where again he asked for Mia.

“Are you family?” the person manning the desk asked.

He was stumped by the question. “We are her next of kin. You contacted us.”

“Are you family? I can only give out information to her family members.”

Thinking quickly, he blurted out. “I’m her fiancé.”

She looked doubtfully at him but answered anyway. “She’s just about to go down for some tests. She’s in trauma bay two at the moment.”

He turned and looked at the numbers around the room, and seeing room two, he hurried toward it without another word. Both Mathew and Peter followed him at a near run. He nearly ripped the curtain off the rail as he pulled it back to get to Mia. She was lying on the bed with machines hooked up to her. But she was conscious. He thanked God she was alive.

“Mia, honey.” He tried to be as gentle and quiet as possible. But it came out as a growl that was barely human.

“Dylan, I’m so sorry.” She swallowed. “Your car.” She tried to raise her hand, but he held it in place. “It was my fault. God, I hope you have insurance.”

“You’re worried about the stupid car. Goddamn it, Mia. I’m worried about your life right now. Who gives a fuck about a car?”

“I was worried about being late, and I took the corner too fast. And then…well…”

“Baby, we’re so happy you’re alive,” Peter said, rushing toward her and taking her other hand, kissing it repeatedly as if he was afraid he was going to lose her.

“Mia, my little sub, you scared us to death,” Mathew said, gasping.

He saw the sheen of tears in Mathew’s eyes as he moved past Peter to claim her lips. He waited until Mathew stepped away before leaning in himself and kissing her gently. They were interrupted by a grunt and turned to see a nurse standing there watching them all with a disapproving glare.

“I have to take her down to CT,” she demanded.

“Will she be coming back here?” he asked her.

“It depends on what the doctors say after the tests.”

They all kissed her again before she left. “We’ll be waiting for you, honey,” he stated as the nurse wheeled her away.

* * * *

He wanted to kill someone. They’d been waiting for two hours with no one telling them anything about what was happening. He walked silently up to the nurses’ station to see if they had any news of Mia. He saw the nurse who had wheeled her to CT standing at the desk with her back to him. As he approached, he overheard her conversation with the three nurses surrounding her.

“So, this woman who came in from the MVA was there kissing three, and I mean three, guys. They were all standing there watching what the others were doing. One apparently is her fiancé, but she was necking with the other two as well. I mean, I know we have to help everyone, but… for her to be such a slut right here in the hospital in front of everyone. You’d think she’d hide that kind of stuff. When I asked her about it while we were waiting for her CT, she told me she lives with them all. They all sleep together in the same bed. She told me as if she was proud of being the biggest whore on the planet. I tell you.”