Mia's Masters [Locks and Chains 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (26 page)

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Dylan watched as Mia stepped up to them. Mathew was right. She looked adorable in white, so pure and innocent with a body built for sin. This outfit could contend with the kitten costume as his favorite. Who was he kidding? Nothing could beat the kitten costume. She looked so beautiful. He could see her nervousness, but she persevered for them. She was so loving and forgiving, so open. He didn’t deserve her. He was a smart man, and so he would take her anyway and own he, and cherish her for the rest of his life.

“We are gathered here today to witness the commitment between these people to each other.” Craig’s voice carried throughout the packed room. Dylan smiled at his friend. He knew he didn’t perform this ceremony often, only for his closest friends. Given that he didn’t believe in long-term commitments himself, he was surprised and touched when Craig offered.

“Masters Dylan and Mathew, I believe you have written your own vows.”

It was showtime.

“Sub Mia, you entered our lives so many years ago, a dream we thought we could never have,” Mathew stated proudly.

“Through fire and destruction, a new beginning was born with you at our side. We suffered our tests and trials. Some we passed with flying colors, and other we floundered with. But through love and forgiveness, we have prevailed.” Dylan felt his throat close with the emotion choking him.

“We are a family without textbook names or definition, but a family we are,” Peter said proudly.

“Sub Mia, will you accept our collar? Will you place your trust, your body, and your well-being in our hands? Will you allow us to care for you, to love you, and to keep you within our hearts, our home, and our lives forever?” Dylan brought his hand up to Mia’s face and wiped away the tears that streamed from her eyes.

Mia lowered herself to her knees in front of them. Her hands pulled back to rest together behind her back.

“Masters, I give you my trust, my body, and my well-being. I place my heart and soul in your hands. I promise to love you, to serve you, and to honor our bond above all others.

“Put simply, I love you. I will be yours, and you will be mine. I know that isn’t as submissive as you desire or deserve. But, boys, my boys, we all own each other.”

Dylan’s hands shook as he placed the platinum choker around her neck. “The design we have chosen is three diamonds. On the left is Peter, your lover, your friend, and even your partner in crime.” The audience chuckled. “On the right is Mathew, my right-hand man, your Dom.”

“In the center is me, your Master. Of course, I’m the largest stone. A Master’s prerogative.” Laugher was heard all round. “We chose diamonds not only because of their value, but because they start as simple carbon and under great pressure become something beautiful. We will have pressure and stress, but my hope is that through it all we create something beautiful.” He clicked the latch, and the audience erupted in cheers. Dylan pulled Mia to her feet and dragged her into his arms in a punishing kiss, leaving them both breathless. Before Mia had a chance to catch her breath, Mathew also took her into his arms and kissed her thoroughly. Dylan couldn’t wait to move this to a quieter location now that she was theirs. He wanted to seal the deal. He had to nudge Mathew to release her so Peter could claim her lips. Peter took her in his arms and gently brushed his lips over hers. Mia responded by pulling him in closer and taking control of the kiss. Peter responded by trying the take back control, and so the battle began. And both he and Mathew laughed. He had to force them apart to end the tug of war between them. They had definitely provided an entertaining ceremony for all their friends present.

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Mia was overwhelmed by the well-wishes of the guests, and she finally got to meet the very-pregnant best friend of Peter’s. Grace looked stunning even though she was crowded by her two very overprotective Doms and husbands. Mistress Karen mocked a sigh of regret that another woman had fallen to dominant men, instead of making them fall. But most of all she was shocked by Craig. He seemed distracted and off balance. Not at all like the Dom she had met on other occasions. He continued to glance up to the mezzanine level of the club, as though he was waiting for someone. She had quietly asked if he was waiting of his wife or sub or slave. Dylan assured her he had no one. Her feminine intuition was screaming that here was a man who had a woman on his mind and maybe even in his heart although she didn’t know him very well, so maybe she was wrong.

Finally, after accepting congratulations from what felt like the entire BDSM community, they found a quiet table to sit. As promised, she and Peter got to take their seats, both ready for the serious discussion she had demanded. At this moment they were all equals. No sub, slave, or Dom. No Masters, just four people who made up one family.

“So now that I’m collared, can we talk about the wedding?” she announced.

“A month from now works for me,” Dylan stated.

“Dylan, you cannot plan a wedding in a month,” she replied in exasperation.

“You can if you elope,” Mathew said.

“You all agreed I would get my fairy-tale wedding.”

“I know, love, whatever you want,” Dylan said with a sigh.

“I could do it in, say, three months. It still will be cutting it close, but I could do it.”

“Agreed.”

“Now on to the details.”

“You are not going to ask me about colors, right?”

“Well, I was thinking of having white, pink, and red as our theme. I know pink and red shouldn’t go together, but they actually do.” Both Dylan and Mathew groaned.

“I agree, and if we have roses as the themed flower, a dash of white in the arrangements and it will pop,” Peter replied.

“That settles it. You and Peter plan the colors, flowers, et cetera. You two can leave the honeymoon and any additional outfit requirements to Mathew and me.”

“Additional outfit requirements?”

“Love, you wouldn’t expect us to not have my boy and pet fitted out under your wedding outfits.”

“What?” she gasped.

“Don’t worry. It won’t be anything you can see, but you’ll definitely feel it.”

“I vote Chinese balls in Peter’s ass and a butterfly clit tickler with remote for Mia.” Mathew chortled.

“I can just see it, in the church kneeling at the altar, them battling not to come. It’s perfect.”

“Part of me wants to disagree. Another part of me wants you to just do it and command me to accept it.”

“So it’s agreed. Mathew and I will handle the honeymoon and extra outfit gear.”

“Okay, so now let’s move onto the next topic,” she said.

Dylan groaned again. “Honey, I really want to go all Dom on you right now, but I promised I would discuss our future here and now. But seriously, let’s make this quick. I want to get inside my future wife.”

“Okay fine, I’ll be quick. I want a pigeon pair of kids. So if we have all one sex, it doesn’t matter how many children I have to have until I have both boys and girls. Considering my age, and the downward spiral of my fertility, I want to stop taking the pill now and start trying.”

All three of them were speechless and looked at her with open mouths, as they’d never discussed their desire for children with her, and she was worried about their reaction to her statement. She breathed out a sigh as she saw Dylan look over at Mathew and Peter and smile.

“That is the best news I’ve ever heard,” Dylan said.

“Really, you’re happy to start having kids right away, Mia?” Mathew demanded.

“Guys, I’m not getting any younger. Is that a problem?” she said, a little exasperated.

All three of them stood up as one and moved toward her.

“Let’s start trying now,” Peter said.

“Hey, it will take at least a month for the pill to work out of my system,” she said, smiling.

“Practice makes perfect,” Mathew said, a grin from ear to ear.

“Don’t we want to talk about who the father of the first one would be?”

Dylan stopped and grabbed her hand. “Any child that we have is all of ours. The biological father doesn’t matter. They will be the son or daughter of us all.”

“Well, then that’s my last topic of discussion, so…let’s go practice.” Mia stood and walked toward the dungeon of the club, her hips swaying seductively. They had all expected her to move to the exit. Obviously, she really wanted to play.

“God, she’s a sexy minx,” Peter said as they hurried to keep up with her.

“You’re telling me. She’s going to keep us on our toes for the rest of our lives.”

“Yes, she is, boy. Now go get our pet. Your Masters are just going to pick up a few new toys to play with.” Peter ran after the retreating Mia, and both he and Mathew snickered.

With a family of four and soon to be more, their household would always be full of love and laughter.

I spent over a decade in the stock market, finance, and IT industry. I had always considering writing a chore. A job to pay the bills, as taxation and financial modeling can be a very dry subject.

After a few laughs and, I will admit, a few drinks, I decided to make a change of genre. I then discovered my love and passion for writing. I have so many stories and adventures to tell, my poor fingers can’t keep up.

When I am not writing, reading, or playing with my latest technology toy (yes, I am a geek and proud of it!), I am enjoying my three beautiful children, hoping that the day they realize that they outnumber me never comes. I would love to say that like so many other authors in this genre I thank my loving and supportive husband, but alas I’m a divorcée, waiting for the day when my hero, my knight in shining armor, will come and sweep me off my feet. Until then the heroes in each of my stories keep me warm. Also, dating gives me fantastic ideas.

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