Mia's Masters [Locks and Chains 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (6 page)

“How is she?” Peter asked. Peter had the softest heart of anyone he’d even known. The poor boy had suffered quite a bit at the hands of his last Master. A man with his natural trust and desire to please was so often abused by others in the lifestyle. His last Master had treated him poorly. He remembered walking into the club and watching Peter’s previous Master sharing him with anyone who asked, like he was some whore. All against his will. He had spoken to Craig, who had immediately voided Peter’s contract with the abusive Master. He had then watched as Craig had healed Peter and was ready when he decided to be put up for auction again. By chance, he had discovered after the purchase that Peter was a skilled IT professional. He had created a position in his company for Peter, who had achieved far beyond his expectations. He was now a collared member of their family and the head of the IT Department at his company.

“She’s lost and hurt but coping.”

* * * *

“So, I guess you don’t think we should keep her?” Peter asked, looking down at his feet. He couldn’t hide the mix of hope and disappointment.

“Don’t be silly, my boy. We are keeping her. We’re just going to give her some time to collect herself. I want her to make the decision to be with us not out of desperation, but out of want.”

“So what are we going to do?” Mathew questioned.

“Of all of us, you by far are the best at pitching a line. You can talk a woman out of her panties in the first hour of meeting her. You’ll be the lead on this,” Dylan said.

Peter was shocked and pleased at Dylan’s automatic acceptance of having Mia live with them permanently. He thought he would be upset or even angry with him for suggesting it, after what he’d said in the office earlier in the day.

“So do I have my facts straight? We’re going to offer her to become our full-service, and I mean full-service, servant. Her duties would include cooking, cleaning, and sexual service, in exchange for free room, board, and the perks of our lifestyle. One of the first things I want to do is take her clothes shopping. Well…after I fuck her, that is,” Mathew said, a sly grin plastered on his face.

“We also need her to sign a contract if she agrees to be our servant. To ensure she can’t sue us. And that she has to stay for at least three months,” Dylan said.

“We should offer a cash bonus if she signs for six months instead of three.”

“We’d have to detail the exact duties we require, making sure she walks into this with her eyes open,” Dylan replied.

“Such as?” Mathew questioned.

“Such as, we’d require her to wear whatever we wished, or nothing at all, and that any misbehavior by her would be punished by spanking or the like.”

“Yeah, and we would be able to bind her whenever we’re home if we wished. We’d also have to state that we could have sexual services while at the office as well. Or do you want to limit it to just after hours?” Mathew added.

“I’ve always had the fantasy of Mia’s mouth wrapped round my cock under my desk as I was meeting with the heads of all our departments. Especially with you boys knowing that she was there,” Dylan replied.

“I can’t count the amount of times I have wanted to bend her over my desk and spank her for one of her typing errors. Then fuck her while she begs for my forgiveness,” Mathew cooed.

“Well, well. Mathew, you do have a little dominant streak in you, don’t you?” Dylan said.
 

“You know I do,” Mathew replied, softening his demanding tone with a smile. He knew if he didn’t, it may get him in a great deal of trouble.

“Mathew, I’ve always known you’re a Dom. Why do you think I give you Peter sometimes? I know that’s not enough, and you need a female sub to command.”

“What about me?” Peter said with a pout.

“Peter, my boy, you like to play now and then, but you’re a submissive through and through. You also need to understand that Mia is a very strong and independent woman. But she’s also just like you. She’s a natural submissive. She’s not going to dominate you. I’m sure she could pretend, just like you can. But she’ll never truly enjoy it, just like you don’t.”

“I don’t want her to. I want her as an equal, not above or below me,” Peter replied.

“Agreed, I think you’re both somewhere between submissives and slaves. Which is a perfect mix for our family.”

* * * *

“You want a lover, my boy, and I know you’ve been lacking that. Your submissive side rejoices in our relationship, but your need for a lover, a companion, is a missing part of your soul.” Dylan saw Peter sigh and knew he was thankful for the reassurance. Firstly about Mia not dominating him, and secondly that he understood his need for a lover. He knew Peter didn’t want them to be upset by his need and think they weren’t making him happy.

“But what about you, Dylan? What are your needs?” Mathew asked.

“I’m dominant all the way. I love having my boys, but I miss that feminine touch. I want the curves and dripping pussy. I also want the family. But that’s something that’s years away, and I’m not sure Mia would fill that position anyway.” Dylan looked off out the window, deep in thought. He was getting older. He didn’t want to be too old to play with his children.

Dylan shook his head. At least they were being honest with her. He hoped it wouldn’t come back to bite them in the asses. What if she went to the press? What if she was so shocked by their offer she quit? He wondered if this could really happen. Could she really accept this type of agreement? Were they being fair to her by offering this right now when she was vulnerable? As he battled with his conscience, he also remembered how much he wanted her. She had worked for them for three years. At first he saw her as a child. Being twelve years her senior, he didn’t think of her as a woman, although a year ago that all changed.

One morning, he was sitting in his car at the entry to his building. A delivery van was blocking the entrance to the parking level. While he waited, he saw the sexiest woman he’d seen in ages strut across the street right in front of him. He watched her walk up the sidewalk and in through the entry doors to his building. He thought all his Christmases had come at once. He parked his car as quickly as possible and raced into the building. He needed to find the woman with the sheet of long, silky black hair wearing a black dress and red scarf.

He hadn’t been able to see her face, but the sway of those hips and the
come fuck me
walk he’d remember until the day he died. Looking around the reception area and seeing it empty, he panicked. Could she have left already? He didn’t think so. As he stood there feeling deflated at not being able to find his Juliet, Mia, his receptionist, called out.

“Morning, Dylan. You’re in early.”

He raised his eyes to greet her, still not believing his angel could have slipped by him, and nearly had heart attack. Little Mia was standing beside him wearing the same black dress and red scarf the sexy woman had worn. He felt like he’d been punched in the stomach. The sexy woman he’d been lusting after was none other than Mia, their loyal, irreplaceable receptionist.

From that day she was no longer a girl to him, but a woman. One he lusted and fantasized over. She, though, was going out with that idiot boyfriend. And one thing he wasn’t was a homewrecker. He would never ever be able to give up the boys, either. Asking Mia to accept that type of relationship, including his need to share her with the boys, was impossible. He loved being a voyeur,. Being able to first orchestrate the scenes and then watching them was a great pleasure for him. He just couldn’t imagine Mia there. She was a natural submissive, and he felt she’d be intimidated by their lifestyle. He wondered now, though, after seeing her at the club today, maybe his impressions of her were a little different than the reality. He had to try not only for himself but for the boys as well. Better to try and fail than to always wonder what would have happened.

* * * *

Mia woke to blinding rays of sunshine burning through her retinas. She’d forgotten to shut the drapes last night. Throwing a pillow over her face to block out the sun, she took a minute to remember where she was. Then it all came flooding back, the fire and her bosses coming to her rescue. The last memory she had of last night was of feeling the comfort of the clothes that she’d borrowed and then lying down on the bed to see if it was as comfortable as it looked. Then the world had gone blank. Obviously, she’d drifted off with exhaustion from the effects of the traumatic day. She thought of what she might have missed and what the men would be doing right now.

She hadn’t had a chance to look around the house last night. When she’d been here before for the staff Christmas parties, she’d only ever seen the living areas. Did they all sleep in the same bed, or did they have separate rooms? Given their sex-a-thons in the office, she guessed they all slept in the same room. Their bed would have to be massive to accommodate all that naked maleness, those muscled legs, chests and butts so tight one could crack nuts on them. And then all those cocks, mouths, and hands. She was drooling, and the thoughts sent a hungry need straight to her core. Her pussy throbbed with awareness of her need. Would she be brave enough to have three lovers? Could she be wild and free enough to indulge in her greatest fantasy, multiple men all centered on her?

Her hand drifted over her body to her sensitive nipples that swelled and tightened with need at her touch and then travelled down over her rounded stomach and down toward her now-throbbing pussy begging for attention. She slipped her hand under the waistband of the boxers and opened her legs as she imagined Peter lapping at her pussy, Mathew suckling her breast, and Dylan using his powerful eyes to command her as he took her mouth in a brutal kiss. The images in her head caused a moan to escape her lips. Using her index finger, she swept through her moist labia and pushed just the tip into her heated core. Lubricating her finger with her natural juices, she pulled her finger back to her clit and circled it as it swelled. Her fantasy changed to Dylan commanding her to suck his cock. She lovingly took his cock into her mouth and licked and lapped, feeding on his moans of pleasure. She was on her hands and knees, and Peter was underneath her, alternately kissing her breasts and sucking on Dylan’s balls. Mathew then mounted her from behind.

She now had a cock in her pussy and one in her mouth, with only one orifice left unfilled. Her fantasy drifted. She had never been into anal sex before. But the thought of the three men all fucking her at the same time gave her the extra push over the edge she needed. The muscles in her body locked as her clit and pussy convulsed in pleasure. Using her free hand, she slammed the pillow tighter over her mouth as she moaned and groaned out her release. God, what would it be like to make those fantasies a reality? Would it be good, or would her embarrassment and fear overwhelm the experience? Maybe if she were a little drunk it would be easier to let go of her inhibitions. Then she also wanted to be sober so she could remember every detail. She wanted to be able to remember her wild youth when she was old and gray.

Grow up, girl. It’s never going to happen. They’re gay.
Pushing off the covers she didn’t remember pulling over herself, she got out of bed and headed toward the kitchen. Coffee was definitely on the agenda for her this morning. The house was quiet and empty. Obviously her men were not morning people. Her men, god, she had to stop saying that. After her first week working with them, she had started thinking of them as her men. Now three years later, she was still doing it. Maybe she should just give it up. She was about to start a new adventure at the Locks and Chain club. Maybe there she would find a Master who would love and care for her just like she wished the boys would do. Suddenly she thought of something she could do for them as a small gesture of thanks. With her mission in mind, she headed to the kitchen with a purpose.

* * * *

Dylan woke with a smile on his face and Peter’s lips wrapped round his cock. There was no better way to wake up than with his cock engulfed in the cave of a warm mouth. The only thing that could be better would be Mia’s warm, wet pussy milking his cock of every last drop of his cum. He groaned at the image and then chided himself for thinking of someone else when he was with Peter. But he just couldn’t stop thoughts of Mia and the image of her mounting him and slowly sliding down his cock and watching it sucked deep into her body. Before he’d had a chance to focus back on Peter and what he was doing to him, his cock jerked and jolted as he jetted his cum deep into his mouth. “Good boy,” he said, gently rubbing his hair.

“Thank you, Master,” he replied.

He opened his eyes to watch Peter move over to Mathew and give him the same morning head job. He wasn’t going to let Mathew get away with not returning the favor, though. “My boys, get in a sixty-nine position. I want to watch both my subs sucking cock.” He watched as Mathew’s eyes opened immediately. Peter twisted and got into position. A passing thought of what would Mia think watching this jolted him, and he ruthlessly pushed it away and focused on the scene in front of him. It was a work of art, hard muscles and defined forms wrapped around each other as they devoured each other’s cocks. It was a moaning and groaning living art, just beautiful. They both increased their tempos and started thrusting in each other’s mouths until the final crest, and within seconds of each other, they climaxed. A drop of cum dripped from Mathew’s mouth, and he scooped it up with his finger. Dylan’s tongue swept out and lapped the drop off, and he bent in and kissed Mathew deeply. Ensuring Peter didn’t miss out, he leant over and kissed him with a softer, gentler kiss, the love he felt for his boys pouring into each kiss. No matter what happened with Mia, they would have each other always and forever.