Love Slave for Two

Chapter 17

They didn’t speak on the ride home, each absorbed in an erotic cloud of feelings and letting the party soak into their memory. Tyler held her leash, his left hand resting on her upper thigh. When Thomas didn’t have his hand on the gearshift he had it on her other leg. She scooted her hips forward on the seat a little and spread her legs as far as she could without interfering with Thomas’ ability to drive, hoping they would take her up on her invitation.

The men frequently looked at her and each other, the passion painted on their faces mirroring her own. Maybe she could talk them into taking her to bed, just for tonight. She was uncomfortably, achingly desperate to feel more than her own fingers.

Maybe this once they’d make an exception?

In their driveway Tyler offered his hand, helping her from the truck. Thomas took the leash and hooked his arm through hers. In the living room, Tyler nodded to Thomas.

Nevvie realized unless she did something quick that the night—and her fantasy—would end.

Thomas stepped behind her while Tyler took her hands. “You were breathtaking tonight,” he whispered. “Truly, absolutely marvelous. Did you have a good time?”

“Yes, Master, I had a good time.”

“You don’t have to play any longer if you don’t wish to.”

She squeezed his hands. “But I do wish.”

“Go ahead, Tom. Take it off.”

Thomas touched the collar. She yanked her hands free from Tyler’s and clamped them to the back of her neck, preventing Thomas from getting to the buckle. Both men froze.

She finally worked up the nerve. “I promised my masters twenty-four hours of my time. It hasn’t been twenty-four hours yet.”

Thomas spoke near her ear. “Sweetie, we don’t expect you to—”

“Please.” She met Tyler’s eyes. “You promised you’d take care of my every need tonight,” she whispered, struggling not to cry at the thought of sleeping alone. She admitted it. She wasn’t strong enough to do this. She needed them, would beg and plead if she had to. Fuck, groveling looked like a damn good option, if necessary. “My masters promised their little slave. You told me to trust you. I trust you, both of you.”

Tyler’s gaze never wavered. He took her hands again. “Nevvie,” he said, “we have a confession to make.”

Confused, she didn’t reply.

He continued. “Thomas and I are not gay, love. We’re bisexual.”

As his words sank in she looked at Thomas. He nodded. “That’s right, sugar.” One corner of his mouth curled in a playful smile. “As if you couldn’t guess.”

Tyler spoke, recapturing her eyes as she struggled to absorb this new information. “We have been attracted to you since the first day we met you. We were afraid to tell you for fear of making you uncomfortable.”

Dare she hope? “You’re not teasing?”

Both men shook their heads.

“You’re not gay?”

Again they shook their heads.

She stared into Tyler’s eyes then looked at Tom for a long agonizing moment before deciding to step off the cliff, praying they caught her. She put an arm around Tyler’s neck, her other hand finding Thomas and pulling him against her back.

The men put their arms around her and she looked into Tyler’s eyes. “Will my masters take care of my every need tonight?”

“We promised you anything,” Tyler said. “We meant it.”

Thomas ran his lips along the nape of her neck, making her shiver. He placed his lips to her ear and whispered, “Any need our sweet little slave has.”

She closed her eyes. “If I want to say no to anything?”

“Absolutely,” Tyler assured her.

“I’ve never…you know…in my ass. I’m not ready to do that.”

Tyler pressed against her, pushing her into Thomas. She felt their hard erections. “We will never force you to do anything, sweetheart. Ever. If we wish to do that, we always have each other.”

She wiggled her hips and both men groaned.

She could have both her sweet love gods tonight and they wanted her!

This was too good to be true. What was the downside? “What happens in the morning?” she asked. “After this. What next?”

Tyler stroked her cheek. “We are at your beck and call, love. We will do whatever you want. Perhaps you didn’t understand. When we’ve told you we love you, we meant it the same way you did.”

Her heart pounded in her chest. Thomas had worked his way across her shoulders to her other ear and was still nibbling.

Tyler spoke again. “We love you. It broke our hearts when Alex attacked you. We will never hurt you, sweetheart. We want you to be a part of our life in all ways.”

Nevvie couldn’t catch her breath. “In all ways?”

Tyler nodded. “In all ways. We don’t mean a night or a weekend. For as long as you’ll have us, but it must be both of us.” The men froze, and she realized they waited for her to speak.

“Yes. Please.”

Every muscle tensed, her skin on fire from the heat of their bodies and Thomas’ lips on her flesh. She kissed Tyler and heard his hungry moan, his tongue and hers dancing, exploring. Thomas wrapped his arms around both of them and gently nipped her neck.

Forget throbbing, her sex ached from need and desire. Tyler broke their kiss and slowly worked his way down her body with his lips while Thomas held her against his chest. She closed her eyes as she tipped her head back and Tom’s lips found hers, eagerly devouring her with hungry, possessive need.

Tyler removed her sandals, then slid her costume bottom off and caressed her legs. He held her hips and she felt his hot breath against her wet slit. Her knees trembled. If Thomas wasn’t holding her, she’d collapse. Then Tyler’s tongue, soft and gentle, a light tease from the top of her folds down as far as he could reach.

“Ohhh!” she whimpered, sucking harder on Thomas’ tongue, spreading her legs for Tyler.

“Did you like that, little slave?” Tyler asked.

She made a sound she hoped they knew meant, “Hell yes!”

“She’s beautiful,” Tyler whispered, one finger carefully spreading her. She loudly moaned into Tom’s mouth as Tyler’s words set her on fire. “You should feel her, Thomas, she’s very, very wet.”

Thomas broke their kiss. “Why don’t you give our little slave a reward right now, Tyler? She was so good tonight. Then she’ll be able to focus on what else she wants to do.”

“Hmm. That’s a good idea.” Tyler licked her again. She shivered, every nerve in her body screaming for release. Thomas held her tightly as Tyler set to work, running his tongue up and down her clit to her pussy, where he slowly worked two fingers into her.

No longer capable of coherent speech, Nevvie threw her head back against Tom’s shoulder, closed her eyes, and moaned. Tyler’s lips and tongue scorched her, branding her as theirs. She gave in to the pleasure, desperately in need of release.

Nothing had ever felt this good, this right. Tyler drew tight circles with his tongue around her clit, then gently wrapped his lips around it, lightly sucking. As her climax rocked her she screamed, grabbing his hair and grinding her hips in time with his motions as he kept her coming and coming for what felt like hours.

When her knees finally failed her, Thomas scooped her into his arms. Tyler stood and leaned in, kissing Thomas.

Thomas moaned. “Damn, she tastes good!”

Tyler licked his lips and touched his lover’s cheek. “You’ll get your turn soon enough.” He unsnapped the leash. “Do you want your collar off or on, sweetheart?”

“On.”

She was recovering from the sensation, her body covered by a fine sheen of moisture as Thomas gently laid her on their bed. Tyler kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, throwing a leg around him.

He laughed. “Did you like that, my sweet little slave?”

“Yes, Master.”

Thomas stretched out on her other side and slid his hand under her top, gently massaging her breast. “I think our little slave should get completely naked.”

Tyler helped remove her top. The men gasped, each bending to take a breast in their mouth, running their tongues around her nipples and drawing soft mewing sounds from her. She put an arm around each head, clasping them to her, tangling her fingers in their hair, praying this wasn’t a dream. Or if it was a dream that she never woke up. Their mouths on her soon had her pussy aching again, throbbing, begging for relief.

Both men were still dressed. Thomas lifted his head from her left breast. “I want to taste you next, little slave.”

All she could do was nod. Tyler took her left breast in his hand, gently rolling her nipple between his fingers while still suckling her right. Thomas kissed down her belly and shifted position to lay between her legs, driving his tongue into her throbbing sex, fucking her with it.

She arched her back and spread her legs wider, giving him full access. This couldn’t be happening! Then he slipped two fingers into her and nibbled on her clit, and as she felt the build-up to her next climax she sobbed with need. His touch was different than Tyler’s, and still so hot and perfect it wasn’t long before she cried out as the next wave hit, leaving her shaking and trembling on the bed.

Tyler took her into his arms and kissed her as she gasped for air. “Did our little slave like that?”

She nodded.

“Would our little slave like us to fuck her?”

“Yes!”

Then Tyler bent to her ear and softly whispered, “Have you been taking the Pill?”

She nodded.

He nuzzled her ear, his voice low. “Tom and I haven’t been with anyone else since we’ve been together. We’re clean, but if you wish, we will use condoms.”

He wouldn’t lie to her. “No.” If there was no risk she wanted to feel her men, wanted them to totally possess her.

“Very good, sweetheart.” He cradled her against his chest. She reached behind her and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him. Thomas sat up and looked at Tyler.

“Go ahead, Thomas. I think we have a very ready slave who’s dying to feel us inside her.”

Thomas stood and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. “Sugar, I’m going to enjoy this so much,” he said. She shivered in Tyler’s arms as he held her.

“Our Thomas has a wonderful cock,” Tyler murmured in her ear. “Believe me, love, he knows how to use it. I can’t wait for you to feel it.”

She’d seen Thomas bare-chested plenty of times, but knowing his bare chest was about to be pressed against her bare chest intensified her aching need. Lean muscles rippled as he dropped his shirt to the floor. Sparse, curly hair dusted his chest and a thin line of dark hair started under his navel and disappeared beneath his waistband. How many times had she fantasized what he looked like down there?

Thomas opened his pants and as he slid them down, his hard cock sprang free. She moaned. Christ, he was beautiful!

He spread her thighs, kneeling between them, rubbing his swollen head between her legs from her clit to her ready entrance and back. “Do you want to feel me inside you?”

She nodded, clinging to Tyler. “Yes, Master, I want to feel you inside me.”

He placed his large head against her and leaned forward, his hands on the bed on either side of her.

Tyler nibbled on her neck. “Do you want him to fuck you, sweetheart?”

“Please fuck me, Master!”

He pushed in a little, and both groaned. “Jesus, Nevvie, you’re so tight! God Tyler, she’s wet and she’s so tight. Damn!” He slid a little further, not wanting to hurt her, taking his time. Thomas kissed Tyler, then her, sliding in more. “Damn, she’s so hot, Ty.”

“Fuck her well, Thomas,” Tyler said, slipping a hand between her legs, his fingers playing with her clit. “She’s been very good tonight.”

“Do that again. Her whole pussy throbbed when you did that.”

Tyler kissed her neck while he stroked her clit. “Do you like that?”

“Uh huh!” She didn’t care what they did to her. Between Tyler’s mouth and hands and her extremely full pussy, she was beyond reason. She’d never been with someone as large as Thomas before, and he stretched her in an incredibly erotic way.

Thomas gave one last, gentle thrust. “Jesus, I’m all the way in. I won’t last long, not as tight as she is. See if you can make her come again.” He gently massaged her breasts, rolling her rock-hard nipples in his fingers as Tyler kissed and licked her neck and played with her clit.

“Come for me Nev,” Tyler whispered in her ear. “Come for me, my sweet, beautiful angel. Show us what we do to you.”

She cried out, sobbing, arching against Tyler, her fingers digging into the back of his neck. Thomas started thrusting, trying to come with her. She was beyond trying to thrust back, unable to do little more than lay there and enjoy it.

He gave a final, hard, deep stroke. “Oh, God, baby!”

He fell forward, throbbing inside her, collapsing on her with his head between her breasts. She wrapped her arms and legs around him. Nevvie kissed Tyler, deeply, longingly. Even overwhelmed she knew she wanted him inside her, too.

Soon.

Panting, Thomas kissed her between her breasts and pushed up. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

She broke her kiss with Tyler and smiled. “No, you didn’t hurt me, Master.”

“Oh, baby girl, you are amazing!” Thomas pulled her to him, hugging her. “We love you, Nevvie. Really and truly.”

“I love both of you, too,” she said.

Tyler nibbled the back of her neck, tracing her spine down to her hips with his tongue, making her shiver.

Thomas whispered in her ear, “I think it’s time Master Tyler gets to sample you, darlin.”

“Uh huh!”

Thomas released her and took up where Tyler left off, cradling her in his arms, his fingers lightly stroking her, his lips teasing the sensitive spot behind her ear. Tyler stood and unbuttoned his shirt. Both men were fit, but where lean angles and hard edges defined Thomas’ body, Tyler’s trim and compact form spoke of a softer sensuality, yet still hinted at his years playing soccer. Where Thomas was darker curls, Tyler’s body hair grew fine and straight and soft, just enough to make her want to kiss him all over.

His eyes burned into hers as he dropped his shirt to the floor. “Nevvie, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

Nevvie gasped when he dropped his pants. Almost as large as Thomas, he was still larger than anyone else she’d been with. He was nearly as long but not quite as thick, and his cock stood rigid and ready.

She relaxed against Thomas while Tyler lifted her legs to his shoulders, kissing first one ankle then the other. “I’m going to make love to you, sweetheart. I’m going to come deep inside you, and then our sweet little slave will have been well and truly taken by her masters.”

She couldn’t look away from his eyes, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her heart afire. These two men were so different and yet owned her so completely.

“Please fuck me, Master!”

He easily slid inside. Both moaned as he deeply plundered her, pressing into her thighs and at that angle bottoming out in a way Thomas hadn’t. His eyes locked onto hers and he slowly thrust, taking his time, giving a little extra push at the end of each stroke. “You’re so hot, Nevvie, you’re like sliding into an oven.”

Thomas kissed Tyler. “Isn’t that the greatest feeling in the world?”

Tyler nodded, capturing her eyes again. “You’re all ours, aren’t you?”

She nodded, his gaze filling her soul.

“You belong to us, don’t you, Nevvie?” Tyler asked.

She nodded.

“You’re our sweet, beautiful girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes!”

Thomas stroked her clit and she didn’t think she’d ever come again, but Tyler’s eyes and words had drawn her close to release. As Thomas’ fingers brought her to the edge, Tyler leaned forward a little, gaining even more depth. It felt like he was in her throat he plunged so deep, and damn it felt great! She’d never felt this kind of sensation before, ever. If this was sex then she’d never had sex before, because no one had ever ignited her the way these two men did.

No one had ever made love to her before.

Tyler’s eyes smoldered with an intensity she never dreamed possible. “Nevvie, do you love us?”

“Yes!”

“If we promise to take care of your every need, will you stay with us forever?”

“Yes!”

He picked up the tempo, sensing she was close. “We love you. Will you be ours and ours alone? The three of us together, and no one else?”

“Yes,” she sobbed. “Please take me, make me yours. Ah!” She arched against Thomas as she came, her eyes locked on Tyler.

Tyler moaned as his climax hit. With two hard thrusts he cried out, closing his eyes as he throbbed inside her. She felt him coming, hot liquid mixing inside with her and Thomas’ juices, and when he finally collapsed on her she wrapped her arms around him, still sobbing into Thomas’ neck as he hugged her to him.

Tyler pushed up and kissed the base of her throat, her chin, then kissed Thomas. She looked at him with tears in her eyes.

“Are you all right?” Tyler asked.

“Do you mean it?”

Tyler lay next to her, and the men cradled her between them. “Yes,” Thomas said. “We mean it. If you want us. If you’ll have us—both of us.”

“Please, yes!”

The men held her, whispering to her, gently stroking her arms. They wanted her.

They loved her.

As she drifted to sleep between them they looked at each other, smiling. They leaned in and kissed. She wanted—loved—them.

All three slept.