de Lune, Clair - Fiona's Two Masters [Prometheus in Chains 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (9 page)

One by one the others subs were caught, and round one ended.

It was time for round two and Master Angus’s little surprise. This turned out to be nipple clamps with tiny bells attached.

“How pretty your nipples will look with these attached. The bells look so delicate and they make a pleasant sound,” Master Ruari said. She felt her breasts being suckled by two avid mouths then the nipple clamps were attached.

“They do look pretty on her nipples,” Master Alexander said.

“Yes, Masters, they do. They feel so good on my nipples, just a pinch, but I like that.”

The bells chimed, as Masters Ruari and Alexander played and flicked them with their fingers, smiling.

“We have something else for you.” Master Alexander held up the piece of gingerroot. She had never seen anything like it before. It was carved and shaped like a small butt plug.

“What is that for?”

“It will make life a bit more interesting and make you easier to find,” Master Ruari replied.

“I have never seen anything like it, what is it?”

“Gingerroot. Haven’t you seen it in the supermarket?”

“No, what does it do?”

“It gives an added sensation in your rear hole, it is very arousing. Are you okay with having it inside you?”

“Yes.” She was a bit dubious, but a surreptitious glance around showed her that all the other subs were having the root put in place in so she thought she might as well try it, too.

Master Ruari bent over the recliner and the gingerroot was inserted in her back hole. At first she didn’t feel much, but as she clenched her muscles to keep it in, it began to burn. She saw that keeping still with it in was not going to be easy, and then she knew why her devious Doms had smiled as they played with the bells.

Chapter Eighteen

She found a hiding place in the same bushes as before. She reasoned that they would never look there for her and concentrated on trying to keep still. It wasn’t an easy task then as the ginger burned, and she squirmed and the bells rang out.

“Oh, shit!” she said.

She clamped her hand over her mouth, but the bells chimed again. When she looked up, Masters Alexander and Ruari had parted the bushes, and the buggers were smiling at her! She emerged from the bushes gracefully, with what dignity she could muster. She accepted their hands held out to help her. She’d no wish to look ridiculous and have to be dragged out. They took her back to the recliner.

“Masters, it hurts. It burns. Please take it out of my arse!”

To her delight Master Ruari did and replaced it by something so cold she wished he’d left it in.

“Oh, Master, that’s so cold. Please fuck me with your cock.”

One of them began to pump the cold, icy thing in and out of her, and gradually, as it melted, it soothed her, and she began to like it. Soon Master Ruari’s hot tongue replaced the cold and he licked all the way from her clit to her back hole, driving her arousal higher and higher.

Then round three was announced.

“The remote controls only work with one vibrator and your Master or Mistress has it…Now go and hide.”

Fiona was determined she’d give them a run for their money this time and set off toward the large Beech trees and the drive. She wished she had stayed on the lawn when the small stones began to hurt her feet. She looked round but the Doms had not set off in pursuit yet. If she could manage to walk on the stones she could hide behind one of the trees and it would take them a while to find her. She reached the Beeches and hid behind one large trunk, resisting the temptation to peek around it to see if they were nearby. She couldn’t hear the sound of feet on the gravel, so she assumed she was safe for a while. She heard the triumphant shout as Master Torquil found his sub. Master Angus’s deep voice called out when he found Jane and she shrieked in surprise. Fiona was pleased. She was still hiding and hadn’t been found. It was nice to outwit them for a while. She shivered in anticipation, wondering what they would do to her this time. All the torment so far had her wet, and aroused. Her cream ran down her legs and her nipples ached. She pricked up her ears, she was sure she’d heard the crunch of gravel. She must have been mistaken. All was quiet now. Suddenly Master Ruari appeared on one side of the tree-trunk and his brother on the other. Master Alexander gathered her up in his arms, cuddling her close.

“Silly little lassie, running over the gravel like that. You could have hurt your feet.”

“We are going to reward you for playing the game so well,” Master Ruari promised.

“This is a good spot. Put that blanket on the ground, on this side of those bushes. It’s more private here,” Master Alexander suggested, and then he laid her gently on top of the blanket.

At first they both looked down on her.

“What a beautiful sight that is!” Master Ruari breathed.

Fiona wanted them to make love to her again. This time she hoped they would go further than just bringing her to orgasm.

“I need you both inside me now. Please!”

“Of course you shall, lassie. We want nothing more than to fuck you at the same time.”

They were more than willing to oblige her, she was glad to hear. As she watched they took off their kilts and laid them carefully on the blanket. Their cocks were fully engorged. She licked her lips in anticipation as Master Alexander said, “On your knees!”

She got onto her knees, and Master Ruari stood in front of her. She reached up and took hold of his cock. It was long and thick and felt hot, yet silky to the touch
.
She smiled up at him as she put out her tongue and licked the pre-cum off the tip. She felt her hips gripped by two large warm hands, and her labia were parted as Master Alexander’s hot tongue licked its way up and down her pussy, making her nipples hard. She took all she could of Master Ruari’s cock into her mouth, and pumping with one hand, she lashed her tongue over the sensitive head, down to where it emerged from the foreskin and felt him gasp. Then she stopped and looked up at him.

“Do you like what I am doing, Master Ruari?”

His strangled, “yes” made her smile and slowly she returned to pleasure him for a while. Then, allowing his cock to slip out of her mouth, cupping his balls in her hands instead, she looked up at him again.

“Is this what you like?” she asked. He was getting a taste of his own medicine now, and he was going to learn how it felt. She concentrated on keeping him on the edge, by stopping and starting, until a large hand swatted her behind.

“Don’t play games with his cock!” She had underestimated the Doms. Master Alexander stopped what he was doing until she continued to lick and suck his brother’s cock without stopping. They hadn’t said a word. It was one more instance of their ability to communicate with each other by means of looks. She had better learn to remember that. Once she’d settled to minister to his brother’s cock, Master Alexander began to pleasure her again. He sucked her clit into his mouth and lashed his tongue over the bundle of nerves. She moaned on the cock in her mouth. She was careful not to stop and was rewarded with two long fingers as well as his tongue. He pumped them in and out of her pussy and curled them over her G-spot. The sensation was indescribable, and she was becoming addicted to it.

“I think with some stretching and plenty of lube it may just be possible to do it,” Master Alexander said.

She wondered what “it” was, as she had not really been listening, then what he said next gave her a jolt, and she stopped sucking cock.

“It does, of course, depend on the size of the fist, so maybe ours are too big.”

They
’
re going to try to insert a fist in
my
pussy? What
i
s he thinking
?
I
certainly d
o
n’t want that!

“No, no, no!”

Then she heard Master Alexander laugh.

“No of course not. We are too big, but you were teasing Master Ruari, so I thought I’d teach you what’s sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander. I told you we would only do what you would like.”

She smiled that she’d fallen for it. Master Alexander obligingly returned to his ministrations and gave her three fingers and a whole lot of pleasure. She moaned and moved her hips back toward him as he stroked her firmly but gently. Then he pulled his fingers out and replaced them by his long, thick cock and began to fuck her. As he drove forward, he pushed her making her swallow more of his brother’s cock into her mouth. Between the two men, she felt full and loved as she had never felt before. When Master Ruari’s hips began to buck, she sucked harder. His brother took her clit in his fingers and pinched and pressed as he pumped in and out of her pussy. In an amazing orgasm, she thought she saw stars as all three of them came together. She swallowed Master Ruari’s cream and licked him clean. His brother withdrew and saw to the condom. They all collapsed in a tangled heap of arms and legs.

Later, as they lay there entwined in each other’s arms, Fiona could hear in the twilight the sounds all of the others made in their ecstasy and the eventual silence after everyone had reached their climaxes. She rested on the blankets, sated but happy, indulging in tender kisses and the sweet aftercare her Doms gave her. She sighed in contentment. Lots of cuddling and petting later, they managed to get up. She felt boneless, so Master Ruari picked her up and carried her, squealing and giggling, over his shoulder. She felt like a sack of potatoes but was able to get in a few pinches of her own to the taut buttocks she watched avidly as he walked back to the house. The shift and play of the muscles in his backside made her mouth water, and she wondered at herself. She had just had the most amazing afternoon of sex of her life, and here she was fantasising about more. They joined the others, and they disposed of the rubbish and washed, then, realising they really were ravenous, they fell on the delicious food. There were glasses of cold champagne to toast the Jubilee, and then they took their coffee and little red-, white-, and blue-iced cakes and slices of the larger Union Jack cake into the living room and sat about chatting until it was time for the rest to go home. She saw that everyone thought the party had been a success and “Hunt the Sub” very enjoyable. Fiona just knew she’d not had the last of the game or the devilish root.

Chapter Nineteen

After dinner in Master Angus’s house the next day Jane and Fiona loaded the dishwasher and went to sit comfortably, sipping their coffee. Jane had a small glass of her favourite Pedro Ximénez, the men had Glenmorangie whisky and Fiona a small glass of Drambuie. They chatted a while, and it was plain from what they said and the wistful expressions on their faces when Scotland was mentioned that the twins wanted to return home as soon as they could, but wouldn’t go until after the wedding. Their business needed them. They had originally come south because they had business to conduct in Sheffield. Then they had learned of the wedding and decided to stay for that. They had loyal staff keeping on top of the work, but decisions only they could make were being done by e-mail or video conference. It was less than ideal.

Fiona heard it all, and her heart sank. She knew that the time to part had come. She had known they would be going home, and they had made no secret of that fact, to give them their due. She had been so happy with them she’d got into the way of thinking she would be with them permanently. She was going to miss them, she had fallen in love with both of them, but they had never said they loved her, never said they wanted anything more permanent, so she had only herself to blame. Gordon was right. Nobody would want her with her ugly scars and less than savoury past with such a violent man. She fought back the tears. She would not let herself down and embarrass them. She could be brave. She’d had enough practice hiding her feelings with Gordon. Maybe that was it. Maybe they thought she had no feelings because she had managed to hide them so successfully.

Master Alexander needed to talk to his uncle, so Jane went upstairs to wait until they had finished.

“Shall we take a walk in the garden?” Master Ruari asked Fiona.

“Yes. I think that would be delightful.”

She did
not
think it would be delightful. She was sure he was going to say good-bye to her and let her down gently, away from the others. Nevertheless, she let him pull her to her feet, and they went out to stroll down to the stream, watching the clouds in the sky turn pink, then red and gold. They held hands as they strolled.

“Are you happy, my little pet?”

How could she say no? How could she tell him she was hurting inside? She didn’t want to spoil what was going to be their last time together. She wanted to store all the happy memories she could for when she did not have her men. She’d have to hear from Emma of their lives and their wives and families in the future. What torture that would be. “Yes, I am, Master,” she said. She lifted their joined hands to her lips and kissed his hand. She felt a frisson of arousal as her lips touched his skin, and he took her hand in both of his and kissed her palm, then licked and sucked each of her fingers into his mouth. Then he turned, tugging her along behind him. He climbed the steps and headed toward a recliner which he adjusted.