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  And Jahz? She was quickly becoming their heart.

  He kissed the soft, sensitive skin behind her ear. “Anything, Jahz."

  He felt her swallow, as tiny trembles worked through her. “I want to be your slave—for tonight,” she added quickly.

  "You're sure?"

  "Yes."

  His thumb stroked over her wrist as he thought. A misstep would be a death knell to their relationship. But Jahz trusted them, and he had enough control to stop if she needed it.

  "If you want us to stop, at any time, say snowman and we'll stop. Immediately. Do you understand?"

  She ran her tongue over her lips. “Yes. Snowman. Got it."

  He smoothed his hands down her shoulders. “This is for pleasure—especially your pleasure. Okay?"

  "Okay."

  Satisfied that enough safeguards were in place, he sternly regarded her. “Slave, you will call Chay and I master tonight. Master Chay is going to put the food on the grill and I'm going into the house. You will obey me and undress then wait on the lounger. If you deviate from my instructions there will be punishment. Do you understand?"

  "Yes, Master,” she replied with downcast eyes. It didn't hide her glee.

  "I recommend you don't disobey."

  She'd never been so aroused by words alone. As Garrett disappeared into the house, she stared after him shocked at what she'd asked and how he'd reacted.

  "I'd suggest you get to it,” Chay suggested.

  She swallowed reaching for the button on the waistband of her jeans. “Yes, Master Chay,” she whispered, trying out the title.

  She pushed down her jeans and was in the process of removing her panties when Garrett returned. Hastily, she jumped on the lounger, tripping on her underwear, then kicking them off her foot.

  He assessed her boldly, his gaze running her length. She shivered under the invisible touch, goose bumps lifting on her skin. The nerve endings in her pussy thrilled to life, immediately begging for his presence between her legs. The faint, musky scent of her arousal accompanied her need.

  Garrett shook his head regretfully. “Naughty, naughty slave. Somehow I knew you'd misbehave."

  Somehow, she knew he wasn't one bit regretful. “I'm sorry, Master,” she said, blinking up at him. She loved when he talked like that.

  "Don't pull that innocent act with me, slave. Get up. Bend over and place your hands on the seat then spread your legs."

  Eagerly, she complied. Whatever he planned, she was sure she'd enjoy.

  "Like this?” she asked.

  Garrett groaned. His hands stroked over her ass. From the corner of her eye, she saw Chay nonchalantly placing steaks on the gas grill on the outside portion of the deck. Lifting a bottle of beer he must have brought with him to his lips, he stared of into the distance as if nothing unusual occurred a few feet from him. A stab of displeasure went through her at that thought. How many other women had they played this game with? Garrett had come up with the weird safe word of snowman awfully quickly.

  His hands left her ass for a moment. When they returned, she shrieked at the freezing cold gel coating his fingers. “Where do you keep that? Antarctica?"

  "Silence slave.” He pressed against her anus, lubing her opening.

  "Garrett ... Master,” she stammered. “I haven't ever—"

  "Silence, slave!” His fingers continued pressing until one fingertip slipped inside her. “Don't worry, baby,” he said, breaking character for a moment. “I'll be gentle with you. Just relax."

  It was hard to relax with her ‘Master’ sliding his finger, then fingers, in and out of her anus, occasionally adding a little more of the icy lubricant. Just when she finally got used to his touch, Garrett removed his fingers. A moment later, something else replaced them. She strained to look over her shoulder but couldn't see what he held.

  "Head down,” he told her. “Deep breath. Now push it out."

  The object slipped inside her until with a pop her muscles closed around the narrowed base. It pushed against her vaginal wall from the opposite side. She'd never experienced a plug, but she was fairly sure that was what he'd just worked inside her.

  He wiped his hand on a washcloth from the plastic box he'd brought. She wondered what else he had in there.

  "Lay down on your back,” he said. “Put your hands over your head."

  "Yes, Master,” she replied. By now her nipples were small rocks. She hoped he'd take them into his mouth and sooth the shameless points with hot flicks of his tongue.

  Standing behind her, he adjusted the top of the seat so she was nearly reclining. He grabbed a wrist and wrapped a cuff around it, then attached it to the frame of the chair. She left her other hand docilely above her head though rivulets of trepidation streamed through her.

  She had to believe she wasn't stupid in leaving herself open to whatever he wanted to do. Garrett cared for her and had been concerned about any fear she might have. As if knowing she'd be unsettled, he grasped her chin with his fingers and turned her gaze to him.

  "You okay?” he asked.

  "Yes, Master. Perfect. Fuck me soon.” She shifted her hips. “I need you so bad."

  "We'll see. You are the naughtiest slave. Telling your Master what to do,” he chided her. Taking her ankle, he fastened cuffs around both of her ankles. Bending the first leg, he shackled it to the frame. She tested it as he drew up her other foot and found she had mere inches of leeway for movement. Before she could panic, he had the other fastened to the frame on the other side in a matching location.

  She stared up at him, feeling totally vulnerable to her Masters, her hands useless, her legs bent and opened. She was theirs for the taking and there was nothing she could do about it.

  "You're ours, slave,” he told her. “Completely ours."

  Jahz swallowed and took a deep breath that sounded a bit choked. Like this, spread open for him like this, her arousal was evident. He had to see how the juice coated her folds, making her slick for him.

  His cock strained against his jeans. He made no move to release himself.

  "Please,” she begged.

  His head tilted down as he pressed his lips together and shook his head. “Naughty, naughty slave."

  She bit her lip.

  He trailed his fingernail up her thigh. “What would my wanton little slave do if I did this?"

  She pressed her feet into the chair's frame and lifted herself into his touch. He splayed his hand on her pelvis and gently pushed her back to the seat. His thumb stretched down to rub over her clit and Jahz moaned in frustration.

  Her body clenched around the plug he'd put in her.

  "Please...” she begged.

  "Please, what? Please, Master? Please let you go?” he asked, deliberately misunderstanding her. “Oh no, not yet."

  Reaching into his box of toys, he pulled out two small objects. Deftly, he attached them to her nipples. She moaned as a shaft of pain went through each tip. Then he flicked his thumbs over them and the rings began to vibrate.

  "No,” Jahz whispered as frissons of sensations arrowed from her breasts to her pussy. “I can't take it."

  "You know the word to say."

  She pressed her lips together, her hands fisting at the intense stimulation.

  Climbing between her legs, he opened his pants and pulled out his cock. Long and hard, it rose from his dark thatch of hair, the head purpling with his deep need. Slowly, he stroked his hand over it and watched her.

  She stared at his hand, mesmerised by the measured movements up and down the shaft. A whimper rose in her throat.

  "Please, Master. Let me suck your cock.” She longed to taste the pearl of cum that formed at the head as he worked his hand.

  "I think I'd prefer to be inside you."

  She moved her knees farther apart to give him space, but didn't say a word since he seemed to do the opposite of whatever she voiced. Leaning forward, he fitted his cock to her opening and pushed inside her. Though she was slick, the slow slide produced just enou
gh friction. His shaft pressed to every sensitive spot as her tender tissues clenched around him. She writhed trying to get more of him, desperately needing more. Hard. Fast. Deep.

  "Oh God,” she cried out, twisting beneath him.

  "You like it,” he rasped. “Don't you. Being helpless and at my mercy."

  "Yes, yes ... only you. Only Chay,” she gasped. She could never do this with anyone else. She wouldn't trust them enough—not like she trusted Chay and Garrett.

  "What a bad girl you are,” he chuckled. “Wanting two Masters. What should we do with you?"

  "Fuck me harder,” she demanded, then added, “Master."

  Her channel clenched around him, trying to hold him, and immediately reminding her of the plug lodged inside her, pushing against him as he moved. Was this what it felt like to have two men at once? It was so tight. So full. She wanted to know what it was like to feel both Chay and Garrett inside her at the same time.

  "Garrett...” she pleaded.

  Suddenly, he was gone.

  "No,” she gasped, her cuffs clanging on the chair's frame as she tried to reach for him. Panting, she stared at him. What had just happened? Garrett had been in her, both of them deep in the pleasure, inches from coming and now he was walking away and fastening his pants?

  He took the tongs from Chay.

  Chay turned to her, his hand already on his pants. “I hear you've been a bad girl."

  She shook her head.

  "Oh you have. Don't try to fool me.” As Garrett had done, he pulled open his pants and knelt between her bound feet. “I can't wait to feel your sweet cunt again."

  "What are you two doing to me?” she groaned as he slid deep inside her with no preliminaries, but she was ready.

  "Yes,” she hissed, slamming her hips into him. Her inner muscles squeezed his long shaft. She groaned as they also squeezed the plug. Distantly, she hoped it was stimulating the men as well.

  "Have you ever heard of tag teaming?"

  "Like a relay?"

  "Just like. Lovers switching off until somebody wins."

  "Oh my God,” she whispered.

  "You don't come. We don't come.” This relay fucking could last for a very long time. Sweat coated her skin as she frantically worked toward her release. She'd get there. They couldn't stop her.

  Chay reached between them and released the rings holding her nipples. She screamed as pleasure-pain rocketed through the mounds. As she gasped, he bent and pulled a throbbing peak into his mouth, tugging hard as he ran his tongue over the tip. His fingers worked the other tip until she was again in a frenzy.

  "More,” she begged, feeling her channel flood around him. Her thighs and ass burned with her efforts. She didn't slow, taking as much of him as she could.

  Release hovered a stroke away.

  With a sigh, Chay pulled out. He kissed the side of her mouth as she clenched her teeth in denial, tiny sobs shaking her. “Sorry honey. Bad cop over there says no coming for you."

  "Don't listen to him,” she pleaded, as her body begged for completion.

  Just as Garrett had done, he went to the grill and took the tongs. Garrett returned to her.

  "You told your Master Chay not to listen to me?"

  She blinked up at him, feeling the game deep in her middle—right where she needed to come more than she needed to breathe. “Please, Master Garrett,” she pleaded. “I need to...” She swallowed wondering if she could say it out loud. “I need you,” she said instead.

  Garrett leaned over the end of the lounger and nipped the inside of one thigh then the other. Grabbing an ankle, he released one foot and brought it up. Holding her gaze, he lightly closed his teeth on her instep. Jahz's toes curled, and she tried to pull away from the sensations zinging up her leg. He repeated the move with the ball of her foot, while his fingernail trailed a line behind her toes.

  "No, stop,” she whispered, but she didn't so strongly want him to cease that she'd force the safe word between her lips.

  Slowly, he worked his way up her leg, gently biting her inch by inch as he went. He licked the back of her knee until she trembled and, in earnest, renewed her attempt to yank away. He didn't let go, instead sucking at the sensitive skin.

  He refastened her foot then moved over her until he rested on his hands and knees but didn't touch her. He dipped forward until his chest brushed her aching nipples and his mouth was a breath from hers. “Does my slave want my cock inside her?"

  "Yes. More than almost anything."

  "Hmm...” he replied. To her chagrin, he sat back and repeated his process with her other leg.

  "I'm going to kill you,” she rasped, as his teeth sank into her instep and lightning streaked up her leg. “Oh God, Garrett—Master—I'm going to die if you don't stop."

  He rose.

  "No!” she protested.

  "I don't want you to die,” he said lightly.

  Garrett watched Jahz carefully as he traded off with Chay. She was frustrated and on edge, but there was no missing the excitement and pleasure in her eyes. She was completely into this.

  He'd been worried about exerting any dominance over Jahz after what she'd told them yesterday, but he'd been unable to deny her when she'd specifically asked for it. The game of Dominant and submissive was his favourite bedroom sport. And Jahz was very good at it.

  Chay immediately shucked off his pants and shirt and climbed over her. “Shh ... I'm gonna let you come, honey but you've gotta be really quiet. Garrett's right there, but we don't want him to know."

  She nodded, and Garrett grinned when she answered. “I'm pretty sure he knows exactly what was happening."

  He almost snorted aloud and gave away that he eavesdropped on them. Garrett's cock jerked as he watched Chay thrust into Jahz. He wanted to be the one—he should have taken her before he'd handed control back over to Chay.

  She groaned and yanked at her restraints. They held tight and the illicitness of the moment drove Garrett's arousal higher. Shoving off his jeans, he kicked them aside and reached for his cock. Though he was facing away from the couple, his hand moved in time with Chay's pistoning. He couldn't see them, but he could hear each powerful thrust borne on each of Jahz's keening cries, each slap of flesh to flesh.

  He turned to look at her. Tears streamed down the side of her face as she reached for her release and fought past the frustration they'd built inside her. Suddenly, her mouth dropped open and her body arched upward, her hands spread open like little stars. He could almost see the burst of energy exploding through her as she jerked with her release.

  When her eyes refocused, though she still looked dazed, she shifted her gaze to him, realising that he'd moved to stand over her while Chay continued to pump his cock into her.

  "Please,” she whispered, flexing her fingers. Reaching over, he released her then bent, taking her lips. Her breasts rubbed his chest as he kissed her with all the pent-up passion roiling inside him, showing her how much he needed her, how much he wanted to be with her, even as he felt each of Chay's drives into her. She shoved a freed hand into his hair, holding him to her mouth as he absorbed her screams. Her other hand wrapped around his as it glided up and down his cock. Absorbed in the sensuality, he sped his strokes.

  Chay grabbed his arm, squeezing it as he came with a bellow. Release grabbed Garrett's balls and it would finish him in seconds. He tore his mouth from Jahz. “I've gotta move or I'll—"

  "I want you to. I want your love on me like Chay's is in me."

  "No,” he rasped, her words pulling him closer.

  "Yes, please Master,” she whispered. Her lips curved into a naughty grin. “Yes,” she cried, as his cum spewed onto her belly. “Oh, it's so hot. Garrett..."

  The three of them sagged into the canvas lounger, unable to move, Garrett draped over Jahz, Chay draped over him. He kept himself lifted slightly so they didn't crush Jahz.

  "Dinner's ready,” he muttered. Blindly, he fumbled for the releases on her ankle cuffs.

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  Chapter Four

  Jahz couldn't move. She didn't want to eat. She wanted to stay on the lounger, wrapped in her lovers’ bodies.

  With a groan, Chay left them and disappeared into the house saying something about a new platter for the cooked food.

  "How do you feel?” Garrett asked.

  "I have no words,” she replied.

  He reached into his toy box of wonder and withdrew a cloth. She trembled as he strode to the hot tub to dampen it and she lost his heat. A moment later he was back. Gently, he wiped the hot cloth over her belly, cleaning away his cum and their sweat. After he dampened another cloth and again returned, he gently urged her to bend her thighs up as they had been before then cleansed her tender folds. He tapped the end of the plug. “Need to take this out,” he told her.

  "Will it hurt?"

  "Not if you're relaxed."

  "I'll try to be,” she muttered. Just having him near her, having him touch her, sent tension through her. Granted it was the best sort, but she wasn't relaxed.

  "Kiss me,” Garrett said, leaning over her. He folded her legs up so they rested on his shoulders. Lazily, he explored her mouth. His tongue glided against hers, tickling the roof of her mouth, flicking against her lips.

  She moaned into his mouth as arousal rekindled in her belly. It was impossible, yet he re-stoked the fire and reinvigorated her tired muscles. It wasn't until she felt a pop that she realised he'd pulled free the plug. There was a burn, but nothing enough to pull her from the sexual haze.

  Rising, Garrett lifted her into his arms and carried her to the hot tub. Still holding her, he sank into the bubbling water.

  "Oh...” Jahz sighed as the heat seeped into her. “Feels so good."

  She leaned into his body, resting her cheek on his chest. His hands made slow sweeping circles on her back.

  "I brought towels,” Chay said as he stepped into the hot tub beside them and placed a platter of food on the deck near their shoulders. She hadn't even realised he'd returned, but he had and he'd cut the meat and potatoes into bite-sized chunks. He slipped a piece of meat into her mouth then gave Garrett a piece as well. Garrett caught Chay's fingers and pleasure flared in Chay's eyes as Garrett sucked away the juice from the steak.