Mia's Masters [Locks and Chains 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (7 page)

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Mia was nervously standing waiting in the kitchen. She’d heard the thumps on the stairs as the guys headed down, and she hoped they would love the breakfast she’d made. She was no skilled chef, but she loved to cook and had never had any complaints. This felt more important to her than any meal she had ever cooked. She felt like she was sitting a test she hadn’t studied for.

“What’s that delicious smell?”

“God, please tell me Mia knows how to cook, and that’s breakfast.”
 

“It’s nothing grand, just bacon, eggs, pancakes, and waffles,” she said, feeling the heat rising from her chest toward her face
. Imagine blushing at my age
.

“I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

“This is a banquet.”

“You didn’t have to,” Peter said with a catch to his voice and a loving smile.

“I wanted to. I’m so sorry for crashing out on you all last night.”

“Honey, don’t you worry. You had a very stressful day. Do you feel better this morning?” Mathew asked as he walked around the island bench toward her.

“Yes, much better. I’m ready to handle everything now. I’ve started a massive to-do list of things I have to get done today,” she said, opening the oven and lifting out the bacon she had warming. “I know I can never repay you for everything you did for me yesterday. I want you to know I’ll get out of your hair today. I’m no freeloader.”

“Little Mia, you’re not a freeloader, and you can stay here as long as you want.”

If only he knew how much she loved being called little Mia. They had all called her that over the years, and each time it relaxed her and made her feel delicate and cared for. But she couldn’t dump herself on them. “Thanks, Dylan, but I don’t impose on anyone, and I always pay my way.”

* * * *

Dylan wasn’t happy. He looked toward Mathew and Peter, and they were both wearing matching scowls. He thought that offering her a contract might be cold and heartless, even a bit too much of a business transaction. However, after her response, it seemed like the only way they’d get her to agree to move in with them.

Finishing the last bite of his waffle, he thought how much he missed eating like this. Considering there were three of them living in the house, surely at least one of them would’ve learned how to cook. No, they had all shacked up together and, afterward, found out none of them could cook. He watched her lean over the sink to reach for the condiments and wanted to groan at the sight of her legs and ass visible under his shirt. If he didn’t know her so well, he would’ve thought she did it on purpose just to stir them into action. He knew she had no idea of how attractive she was. She didn’t realize the natural sensuality that oozed from her. Thank god all her clothes were destroyed. He never understood why someone with curves in all the right places hid them under baggy clothing. Now they had a blank canvas to work with, and he couldn’t wait to start metaphorically painting. He wanted to buy her everything from lingerie to office wear and even fetish gear. He could really see her in a schoolgirl outfit. A short skirt, long socks, and a white collared shirt twisted in a knot under her breasts. No underwear though, so when she bent to put plates in the dishwasher, he would get the best view of her naked pussy. He groaned when he felt Mathew’s hand grab his cock under the table and squeeze.

“Down, boy,” Mathew whispered so only he could hear.

“I can’t help it. Fuck!”

Mia stood and turned around, obviously hearing him. “Sorry? I missed that,” she asked.

“I said ‘can I help you?’” He wanted to slap Peter when he started laughing and then coughed to cover it.

“Well, boys, I’ll cover the leftovers and put them in the refrigerator and then throw on my clothes from yesterday and I’ll be ready to leave for the office.”

Dylan smiled at her use of ‘boys.’ She had no idea that he called both Mathew and Peter “boys.” It had naturally slipped from her mouth. He had heard Peter’s sudden intake of breath. He always had that reaction whenever someone called him boy, conditioned to it as part of their lifestyle. He looked at Peter and saw him sit up straighter, ready to take an order from Mia. Had he judged it wrongly? Did Peter also want to be submissive to Mia? He was sure they would both prefer to be on an equal footing. Partners in crime as they say. Maybe Mia would like to dominate Peter? He needed to watch them closely and think about it.

He wanted to laugh as he watched Mathew and Peter playing rock-paper-scissors for who would be driving this morning. He wasn’t sure who wanted what, but they both were about to be disappointed. “Mia, my dear, ride in the back with me this morning. I’m sure the boys want to sit up front, don’t you, boys?” He ended with his Dom voice, making it a command, not a question.

“Of course,” they both parroted.

Good boys, he thought and knew both of them were answering “thank you, Master” in their own minds. God it was good to be a Dom.

* * * *

Peter had had enough. All day he’d been thinking about what they were going to offer Mia. He’d listened to her calling her insurance company and lodging her claim. She even checked with them regarding emergency funds. In addition, she was right now calling hotels and motels, getting long-term rates. He was going to risk disobeying his Master by demanding he do something about it now. He hadn’t disobeyed Dylan since he moved in with them over a year ago. He hated conflict, but he could man up like anyone else, and he could fight. He just didn’t like to do it. He liked everything calm and everyone happy.

He stomped into Dylan’s office.

“Yes, my boy?” Dylan asked.

“She’s out there right now ringing hotels, for Christ’s sake. You told us we would be keeping her.” He knew he sounded like a whining child, and he just didn’t care. Mia was going to be their new toy. Dylan had basically promised. Now everyone had just gotten back to work and forgotten all about it.

“I know, love, but I need her to know she has other options before we make our offer. Did you think I had changed my mind? Do you need a good spanking to remember to always trust your Master?”

He swallowed the lump in his throat. “It’s not that I didn’t trust you. I was just…” He couldn’t face Dylan as he said it, so he looked down at the floor. “Impatient.”

“I know. It seems to be running in the family right now. I’ve had Mathew bugging me every fifteen minutes for the last hour and half.” Dylan smiled when Mathew stormed into his office. “Well, it looks like all the team’s here now.”

Mathew turned and saw Peter. “Okay then, let’s get Mia in here and make the offer,” Mathew said.

“Give me twenty minutes to type up a draft contract first. We need to protect ourselves,” Dylan replied.

“Okay, I’ll tell Mia we’re having a meeting in thirty minutes,” Peter said.

“Boys, I don’t want you to get your hopes up on this and then be disappointed.”

“I’ll try not to,” Mathew replied.

“Too late,” Peter said as he left the office on his way to reception.

The message on his computer screen brought Dylan back from his thoughts. Mathew had sent an e-mail containing a list of requirements for the contract. He was surprised at how dominant Mathew was toward Mia, although he knew it would be good for him. He had a lot of pent-up need to disperse on a sub. If this didn’t work out with Mia, he’d have to plan more time for Peter to submit to him.

Dylan spent the next twenty minutes drafting out the contract. And before he knew it, the boys were back in his office, and he was pressing the print button. He felt nervous, even a little afraid of how this meeting might go. He truly didn’t know how Mia was going to take it. The whole thing might really blow up in their faces. It would take a really committed woman to take on three bisexual men who were already a family unit.

“Well, boys, are we ready?”

“As ready as we’re ever going to be,” Mathew said with a sigh.

“Okay, do you want me to go over the contract with you both first?” Dylan asked

“No, you’re the Master,” Peter replied.

“As long as my list is in there, I’m all good,” Mathew said.

“Yes, Mathew. Your list of requirements, and some additional ones I think you missed, are in there.” Dylan chuckled, placing the paper in front of him on his desk.

“Fantastic. How long till she’s due?”

“Right about now,” Peter said as a knock at the door made them all jump.

“Come in, Mia. Take a seat.” Dylan stood and pointed to the vacant seat opposite his desk. “Let me start, Mia, by saying this isn’t about business. We’re all here to help you if we can,” he said, trying to reassure the obviously worried woman now sitting across from him.

* * * *

Mia let out the breath she was not aware she was holding. She’d been panicking for the past five minutes about this meeting. She didn’t know what they wanted, and it always worried her when she didn’t know what was coming.

“As you can guess, we’ve been listening to you all day on the phone.”

“Ah! Shit. I said that out loud, didn’t I?” Mia couldn’t believe what she’d said. It was official. She has lost her mind.
Fuck!
They couldn’t really be angry at her for using most of her time on personal matters given that she was homeless and, well, clothesless, if that was even a word.

“Don’t worry, love. It’s okay.” Peter chuckled at her gaff.

“Mia, we have an offer for you to consider which may help you out. I can only imagine how unsettled you must be right now. You know how much we all value you, and we’re a team,” Mathew said.

“I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to bring my problems to you. It’s just that Peter got me at a weak moment. Honestly, I can sort this all out. I don’t want to trouble you all.”

“Mia, it’s no trouble, and trust me, the offer we’re about to make is not free. We would never offer you pity. You’re a strong, independent woman, and we wouldn’t want to insult you,” Mathew said, looking over at her with a smile.

“Thank you. I don’t want pity. Besides, I’m not so desperate that I need charity.” She looked toward Dylan and Peter but faced Mathew when she spoke next, as he seemed to be the only one talking.

“So what is your offer?”

“Well first up, let me say this offer doesn’t have anything to do with your employment here. Your job is secure. And we’ll not be upset with you no matter which you choose, if you choose anything at all,” Mathew reassured.

“We also expect complete and utter confidentiality about this whole discussion. For that, we would like your word before we begin,” Dylan added

“I would never tell anyone. You know that,” Mia replied with all sincerity.

“Okay then, down to business,” Mathew said, watching her face closely before he continued. He wanted to be sure they weren’t overstepping.

“Before we make the offer, we need you to sign this waiver and confidentiality agreement.” Mathew pulled a piece of paper from Dylan’s desk and placed it in front of her.

Reading the sexual harassment wavier and confidentiality agreement, she took the pen offered and signed it without thinking about why they would need it.
Hold on. A sexual harassment waiver? What the…

“Okay, now that’s done. You know we all live together, don’t you? You’ve had many things picked up and delivered to our home,” Mathew said.

“Of course,” she replied, wondering where this was leading. Were they going to tell her about their relationship? If they did, should she tell them that she already knew?

“What you probably don’t know is that we have a relationship together.”

There it was. Now! She thought, the truth has never led me astray before. “Of course I do,” Mia said, trying to stifle her smugness. Did they honestly think they had been so clever? That in the three years she’d worked for them she’d never known about their lifestyle?
 

“I mean a relationship as in, we all sleep together,” he explained. Mathew was finding this way more difficult than he imagined. It brought back memories of trying to explain to his mother that he liked boys and girls. It took years before she really understood. And to this day, she still expected him to grow out of it and marry a nice girl. God, if she knew the rest, it would probably send her to an early grave.

“Moving past that, as you can guess, having three men in a house makes life interesting and difficult, all at the same time. We’re looking for a servant, someone to cook, clean, and do other tasks. In exchange, you would have free room and board. Not to mention the perks of our lifestyle,” Mathew said.

“So you want me to be your live-in maid?”

“Among other things.”

“What kind of other things?” she said, looking at Mathew with a puzzled expression. She could understand their need for a maid. They had a clean house, although it was desperately in need of organization. It had taken her ten minutes to find flour for the pancakes that morning.

Dylan had been silent most of the meeting, but now he spoke. “We want you to also service us sexually.”