Juggling Masters [Club Esoteria 12] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read online

  But that stimulation did not come. Instead, Dane gently pushed her off his legs. Without hesitation, she knelt at his feet, legs spread, hands on thighs, back straight, and head dropped forward a respectful distance.

  “I’m sorry, Master,” she said in sincere apology.

  “Forgiven,” he replied as his hand covered her head and petted her hair. “Now come back up here,” he said.

  “Master?” Sloan asked, lifting her head and checking his expression.

  Deep chocolate-brown eyes ablaze with hunger, lids heavy and oh so sexy, and a smile that sent a quiver straight to her clit. This was a man who was as aroused as she was by the little punishment session.

  “Up on my lap,” he said. His dominant tone told her she was still in trouble but in a way that would end up quite enjoyable.

  “Yes, Master,” she said as she stood up. Once she was on her feet, she moved closer to the chair until he took her hand and pulled her to sit across his lap.

  Tapping her left leg, he ordered, “Foot on the ground. Right leg bent and pressed to the chair back.”

  Once she had her legs spread wide and exposing clit, cunt, and asshole, he shifted and trapped her right knee behind his shoulder. The position forced her to lie back over the arm of the chair. The air from the ceiling fan wafted across her nipples, and they tightened into painful beads.

  “Oh, now that’s a pretty sight,” Dane commented.

  He stroked his hands from shoulders to knees. He avoided her cleft, drawing a wide arc around it as his right hand moved from belly to thighs. Her need to come growing more intense, Sloan arched her hips, hoping to help him find his way to her core.

  That just earned her a sharp smack high on her right thigh. When her right leg shifted, his shoulder and arm held it back before pushing it deeper into the back of the chair.

  “Uh-uh-uh,” he said with a mean Dom chuckle as he stroked two fingers down the inside of her thigh, stopping just at the crease where her leg joined her body. “No hiding. All you have to do is lie back, relax, and let loose of all that stress. Feel free to come as quickly, and as often, as you need to. And don’t bother staying quiet. I love hearing all those little noises you make.”

  Not knowing exactly what was coming, though his instructions gave her a good idea, Sloan relaxed her head back on the chair’s armrest with a sigh.

  “I want your arms behind your back,” he said, his left hand stroking figure eights around her breasts. “Can you control yourself to keep still, or do I need to tie you?”

  “I’ll try, Master,” she said softly. Moving her arms into place under her body, she pushed her hands under his left thigh to hold them still.

  He smiled at her. “Very smart, angel,” he said, leaning down and kissing her long, slow, and so deep she was panting by the time he finally pulled away.

  Sitting up, he watched, seemingly mesmerized as the fingers of his left hand stroked over her skin. It moved around the base of one breast then across her sternum and around the other. Sloan sucked a breath when, at the same time, his right hand started at her right knee and moved down her leg at a snail’s pace. He did not stop until his palm covered her mound and his middle finger pressed through her entrance to the first joint.

  Her breathing caught when he gave up on drawing circles over her chest. Leaning closer, he took her left nipple into his mouth and nipped it hard while two fingers pinched her right nipple until she gasped and moaned.

  Releasing them after a second, he repeated the dual attacks a second time. After the third twin assaults, he eased his finger’s pressure on the right peak. Then he began rolling the puckered flesh between his fingertips. At the same time, his teeth loosened their hold and he began to suckle gently. His tongue batted the tip back and forth, up and down, sending need and heat shooting through her body straight to her clit.

  Taking a deep breath and releasing it with a moan, Sloan arched her back, trying to push her tits deeper into their twin holds. Then her hips bucked, hoping to force more of his finger into her wet slit.

  Instead, the hand disappeared just before two fingers smacked her puffed-up clit, sending sharp arrows of painful need through her clit. “Hold still, or I’ll stop and you won’t come today,” he ordered.

  Knowing Master never made threats he would not back up with swift action, Sloan dropped her hips back and tried to relax. It was difficult as he continued to stroke fingertips over her skin, leaving hot trails behind each touch.

  “Good girl,” he murmured as his left hand wrapped around her body to hold her in place.

  In the meantime, his right hand moved back between her legs. Two fingers slipped between the wide, parted lips of her cunt and pressed as deep as they could go. She sucked a breath as her stretched and reacted to the invasion. She whimpered with growing need as he twisted the fingers inside her, stretching the walls and sending more fire into her bloodstream to heat every molecule in her being.

  One more twist and he pulled them out then spread the wetness covering them between her labial lips and over her clit with quick, light touches. Sloan began to pant as she fought the bone-deep need to press her hips up for more.

  A whiney sound filled the silence followed by Master chuckling. “Need more, do you, angel?”

  She nodded quickly. “Yes, please, Master.”

  His left hand slipping behind her head, he lifted her until he could kiss her. Thrusting two fingers into her cunt, he set his thumb over her clit and began to rub circles around and over it. He finger-fucked her hard and fast, his digits curved slightly and rubbing over her G-spot as his thumb began a firm massage of her clit.

  The next instant she cried out as her orgasm broke over her. Not able to help herself, she began hunching her hips, fucking herself on his fingers. She wrapped her arms around him to keep herself from rocketing into outer space. Arching her back, she shifted her shoulders and brushed a nipple against his lips.

  His lips parted and took in the offered flesh, suckling hard as his hand between her legs continued to drive in and out of her for another few minutes. Her orgasm started in her cunt and clit, exploding out every nerve ending to fingernails, toenails, and even the tips of her hair. She moaned and panted and whined as she rolled with the waves. Her ability to hold still disappeared.

  She barely felt his fingers leave her cunt. Then she was straddling his lap and his hands were opening his jeans. A moment later, the blunt-tipped head of his cock pushed through her puffy lower lips.

  She moaned as she dropped down over his cock until he was fully embedded in her, filling her so full as he always did. Her orgasm continued rolling through her, and her pussy clenched again and again on his length. It felt so good.

  “Okay, angel, ride me.” He whispered the order softly in her ear as his hands slid under her ass and began to guide her up and down his shaft.

  She only stroked up and down his length a few times before his hands held her suspended over his lap while his hips began to drive up into her in powerful strokes. The orgasm she thought would ease off and subside did not. Instead, the bubble in her clit grew fast and hard, and before she could even acknowledge its presence, it exploded and drove her even higher until every molecule of her being had relaxed, leaving her a boneless mass of trembling goo.

  Her lips barely able to move, she whimpered, “Red, Master,” just before blackness descended and she relaxed completely into sleep.

  Dane cried out as his own release overcame him then froze as her words reached him.

  * * * *

  Knowing he had pushed her harder than usual, Dane relaxed and was not surprised to find Sloan had gone limp in his arms. Joggling her head, he saw she had fainted from their play. This was not the first time this had happened, and he knew she would wake up in a minute or less.

  In the meantime, he eased from her cunt, stood with her in his arms, and, on wobbling legs, carried her across the room to the bed. Laying her down, he retrieved the soft blanket they kept for such subbie recovery times. Af
ter tucking it securely around her from toes to chin, he crawled onto the bed next to her.

  “Shhh,” he soothed when she murmured as he rearranged her. Her head ended up resting on his shoulder, and she was curled up next to him. “Sleep, my lovely angel. Everyone is safe and all is well.”

  He could not help but chuckle when she began to snore softly in response.

  Relaxing into the pillows, he began to make plans.

  Chapter 3

  Sloan woke instantly disoriented and panicked. Sitting up, she looked around the bedroom, feeling as if she had gone back in time. She had just been dreaming about that first weekend with her men, and here she was, in bed and alone. This time though, her clothes were in the closet and dresser and there were a handful of the twins’ toys piled on the floor by the hall door, waiting to be returned to the boys’ room.

  Looking down, she found herself naked, and the feeling of déjà vu increased. But that was where the similarities ended. She had heard splashing three years earlier, but now the sounds of giggling babies and murmuring men combined with it. All four of her men were in the bathroom.

  What time was it? she asked herself, looking toward the nightstand where Merlin’s alarm clock and the house phone sat. 8:42. The boys should have been in bed and asleep long before now.

  Climbing from bed, Sloan took a moment to stretch, groaning as her muscles and joints protested the movements. Blinking several times then shaking her head, she tried to push off the tiredness that lingered, but it settled around her once again like summer humidity just before a storm. With a sigh, she headed to the closet and took a moment to pull on one of Dane’s T-shirts before heading into the bathroom to break up what sounded like quite the party. Noel and Yule needed to be in bed.

  Stepping around the half-open door, she stopped when she saw all four of her men lounging in the huge garden tub. Master had Noel on his lap while Sir held Yule. All four were naked and laughing as the younger males splashed one another. No one in the tub seemed to care that water covered the tile floor and drops rolled down the mirror across the room. A visual sweep of the room also proved there was not a towel in sight.

  With a sigh, she stepped back out of the room and headed to the laundry room down the hall. Grabbing the stack of towels she had folded but not had a chance to return to the bathroom linen cupboard, Sloan returned to the bathroom. This time she did not stop at the doorway, but crossed and laid the towels on the counter.

  “Look, boys, Mama’s up from her nap,” Merlin said.

  “Mama,” the twins called in unison as each reached for her. “Mamamamamama.”

  Looking at her babies, she could not help but smile. With a sigh she opened one towel and laid it on the wet floor. A second was unfolded and tossed over one shoulder and across her chest before she took Yule from Merlin.

  “Come here, sweetie,” she crooned as she wrapped him in the towel and began to dry his squirming body. “You should have been in bed an hour ago.”

  “No,” Yule said as he continued to giggle and wiggle and fight her every effort to get him dry. “Nononononono.”

  “Yes,” Sloan said before looking to the men still in the tub. “Please try to find your way out of the tub,” she begged.

  “Hold on, angel,” Dane said, standing with a slippery baby in his arms. “I’ll put the boys to bed while you get a bath.”

  “No!” Noel screamed as Dane stepped out and onto the wet towel.

  “Yes,” Dane stated flatly. “It’s time for anyone under five feet tall to go to bed and dream about teddy bears and puppy dogs.”

  Grabbing a towel, he wrapped the little boy in it. Then, ignoring the fact that he was still naked and dripping head to toe, he took the Yule from Sloan and walked out of the room.

  Torn between following to help Dane put the boys to bed and sliding in the water with Merlin, she froze. Could he handle getting two wound-up toddlers ready for bed alone? She should go and help, shouldn’t she?

  Merlin seemed to sense her dilemma. “Come here, angel,” he said, using his Sir’s voice.

  As his Master’s submissive, he was also her Sir, and played both roles equally well. Without argument, she joined him. He turned on the hot water as she stepped into the tub, sucking a breath at the water’s cool temperature. Merlin held her hand and helped her to settle in the space between his widespread legs.

  When she grabbed the scrubbie and began to stroke it over her body, intending to get in and out quickly, Merlin took it from her. After laying it aside, he pulled her off balance so she rested against his chest. She sighed as he used his hands to scoop water up over her chest and shoulders before smoothing wet hands over her now-slicked skin.

  She moaned when the arousal she thought Dane had completely wrung from her body began to simmer as Merlin cupped her breasts and began to gently manipulate her nipples.

  “I need to help Dane,” she protested weakly.

  “I don’t think so. If Master can’t figure out how to put two little boys to bed, then he needs to learn. We both need to spend more time with you and them. You, on the other hand, need to stop trying to do everything by yourself. Those babies have three parents that love them and can take care of them. You aren’t alone in this, sweet angel,” Merlin said as he reached over and turned off the water. His hand then dropped below the water and found its way between her legs.

  When he dropped his head and began to kiss his way across the top of her shoulder, she tilted hers to the side, giving him more room. Shifting on his lap, she felt his erection press between the cheeks of her ass.

  “I just feel guilty sometimes,” she admitted softly then ended with a moan.

  “Guilty? Why?” Merlin’s fingers found the top of her slit then moved down between her lower lips to her clit and then further.

  “Because you and Master are busy men with jobs and businesses and patients and here I’m wanting you to help me here at home when I’m not contributing a fraction of what you both are. I don’t know why you keep me around.” Sloan’s voice broke as she made the soft admission.

  She squealed and jumped when a sharp pain shot through her clit and straight to her sex center. Merlin had just pinched her.

  “We love you and want you to be happy. If you haven’t figured it out, we don’t give a shit about the money. Yes, it’s nice to have money in the bank, but we’re doing what we love, which makes our jobs more enjoyable. You love to write. Granted you haven’t been doing much lately, and that has contributed to this stress you’re under, but even if you never sold another book, we would still love you. Besides, if you weren’t here, who would I do this to?”

  Without another word, he flipped her over and settled her astride his thighs. Taking hold of her hips, he moved her until her labia rode the underside of his cock. His hands slid around the front of her thighs, and he used his thumbs to separate those puffy lips. Once they embraced his thick length, his hands shifted again and he began to move her so her clit rode his cock.

  Sloan arched her back as her need flamed high. It was as if someone had thrown gasoline on the embers left behind from Master’s attention. She moaned when Merlin’s lips surrounded and began to suck on a breast. Though she had stopped nursing the twins, her breasts had never lost the two extra cup sizes they had gained during pregnancy.

  She grabbed at Merlin’s shoulders, and then one arm wrapped around his head and held him to her breast as the other slipped between their bodies. Needing more, she took hold of his long, hard cock and after stroking it a couple times, maneuvered it until the head nudged at the entrance to her cunt. Then, with a long, moaning sigh, she lowered herself until he was fully seated inside her.

  “Oh, angel, feels so good,” he moaned around the mound of flesh in his mouth.

  “Mm-hmm,” Sloan agreed then began to move up and down his cock, loving the feel of his thickness sliding in and out of her.

  Merlin’s hands on her hips guided her up and down until he could no longer hold still. Bending his knees
and planting his feet, he began to cant his hips upward, driving his cock into her and lifting her so high that her legs no longer touched the bottom of the tub. All she could do was hold on and enjoy.

  Sloan was not sure she would be able to come again after her lengthy session with Dane, but did not want to hurt Merlin’s feelings. As if feeling her hesitation, Merlin took her hand and guided it between their lower bodies. Pressing her own fingers against her clit, he rubbed them up and down until she began to move them on her own. Then his hands lifted to her tits, and he cupped their weight while rolling and pinching the deep-pink peaks.

  “Now, angel. Come with me now,” he growled as his hip movements grew jerky and uncoordinated.

  Not realizing she had been waiting for his order, Sloan came with a cry as the heat of his semen filled her. It was nearly a minute before Sloan’s orgasm released her and she melted over Merlin. She could not move. She could not think or fret or worry about all the things she should be doing. It was all she could do to breathe in and out.

  “Damn, that was beautiful,” Dane said, his voice soft and filled with awe.

  “I can’t move,” she responded, earning a chuckle from both men.

  “Good, means we’ve done our job,” Merlin said, his words slightly slurry from his own orgasm.

  “Yes, it does,” Dane agreed.

  He again impressed Sloan with his strength by lifting her from Merlin’s lap and moving her closer to the side where he then gently bathed her. After helping her from the tub, he thoroughly dried her then lifted her in his arms and carried her to bed.

  Once she was settled in the middle, he lay down on one side and let room for Merlin on the other side. “Mama Jane will be coming Friday morning to stay with the twins for the weekend,” Dane said as Merlin walked through the room and out into the hall with an armful of wet towels. “We are going to have a grown-ups-only weekend at the club.”

  “Mmmm, okay,” Sloan murmured just before she drifted back to sleep.