Love Slave for Two Collection [Box Set 7]

  “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 teasi
ng 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.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Nevvie awoke sometime in the night feeling comfortably sore and well-fucked.

  Wow, what a dream! She stretched and froze when her foot touched someone else. She glanced over her shoulder. Thomas lay behind her. In the darkness she made out Tyler on his side, facing her.

  Then she felt something around her neck and reached up, finding the collar.

  She sat up. It really happened!

  Used to listening for her nightmares, her gasp woke the men.

  Tyler touched her arm. “What’s wrong?”

  “Did we…?”

  He caught her hand and kissed it. “You’re not dreaming.”

  Thomas kissed her between the shoulders. “We’re all yours.”

  They held her, reassuring her. She started laughing.

  “I’m sorry,” she eventually managed.

  Tyler kissed her, a real kiss with lips and tongue and teeth and passion. He left her gasping for breath, her heart racing. “Never apologize for showing your emotions. We love you. You can always talk to us.”

  Thomas’s lips brushed her neck. When she turned he kissed her, differently, but as passionate as Tyler, his hand gently cupping the back of her head. “We love you, Nevvie. You’ve had us wrapped around your finger forever, it feels like. We’ll do anything to make you happy.”

  “Please don’t tell me tomorrow morning this is going to end. Don’t mess with me like that.”

  Tyler reached for the bedside lamp and turned it on. He cradled her chin in his hands and met her eyes. “Sweetheart, have we ever lied to you?”

  She shook her head.

  “Then believe us. We find you sexy and attractive, and we love you.”

  Thomas hugged her. “Nevvie, we love you. As in we are in love with you. We want to make love to you. We won’t share you with anyone else.”

  Tyler still cupped her chin. “I know it’s an odd little arrangement, but if it doesn’t bother you it certainly doesn’t bother us. Sweetheart, you own our hearts. Thomas and I love you the way he and I love each other.”

  Her tears flowed but she smiled and fell forward against him. “I can be with you every night?”

  “Hey, we don’t want you only for sex, sugar,” Thomas teased. “Of course, if you’re in the mood for a quickie at work—”

  She gently elbowed him and laughed. “I don’t want people thinking I got the job because I’m sleeping with the boss.”

  “Hey, you were sleeping with the boss. Just not having sex.”

  She looked at Tyler and studied his eyes for a long moment. “This won’t mess up what you two have?”

  “No. We didn’t plan to fall in love with you, but everything worked out so perfectly. All we ask is that you’re honest with us, talk to us. We will do the same. There will be times one of us wants you alone for a while. Or we might want to be alone. Or you might want to be alone.”

  “No chance of that!”

  Both men laughed, but Tyler looked her in the eye again. “Seriously, never hesitate to tell us if you’re not in the mood. Or if you wish to be alone with one of us, or by yourself, feel free to speak up. The only way this will work is if we’re open with each other.”

  “I can sleep with you every night?”

  “Sleep sleep, or sex sleep?” Thomas asked.

  She smiled. “Both.”

  Tyler laughed. “Sweetheart, we would love for you to be in our bed every night, if that’s what you want.”

  She looked at Thomas. “You’ll still make love to each other, right?”

  He winked. “Try to stop us.”

  She studied her hands. The men let the silence lay between them until she spoke again. “If you’re sure this won’t mess up you guys…and if you’re not screwing with my head…okay. I never thought this dream would come true.”

  They enveloped her with another hug. “Sugar,” Thomas said, “all we ask is honesty. Don’t cheat on us, we won’t cheat on you.”

  “You won’t have to worry about that,” she assured them.

  Tyler grinned. “I bloody well hope not. If the two of us can’t kee
p you happy then we’re doing something seriously wrong.”

  She leaned forward and kissed him again, deeply, then dropped her voice to a sultry purr. “It would make your little slave happy to be fucked by her masters again.”

  Tyler’s eyes widened. He instantly rolled her onto her back, entering her, plunging balls deep inside her wet heat. She wrapped her legs around him and met each thrust, knowing she wouldn’t come this time but happy to feel him inside her after months of fantasies.

  Thomas leaned over and swept his tongue across hers, gently massaging her breasts, playing with her nipples and making them hard. “How’s it feel? Tell me how it feels to have him fuck you.”

  She met his eyes. “It feels great, Master. He fucks me so good!”

  Thomas kissed her possessively, exploring and tasting. Then he sat up and leaned in to Tyler. “Tell me how she feels.” He caressed Tyler’s backside and Tyler gasped.

  “Oh, love, she’s amazing! She’s snug and wet and beautiful.”

  Thomas kissed him and nipped his earlobe. “Then come for me. Show me how good she feels.”

  With a cry Tyler plunged deeper still and she felt him coming. She wrapped her arms around him, stroking his back as he shuddered inside her. She pulled him to her chest as he gasped for breath while Thomas wrapped an arm around him, cradling both of them.

  Tyler lifted his head and kissed Nevvie, then Thomas, and pushed his weight off her. “Are you all right, love?”

  She smiled. “I’m fine, Master.”

  Tyler chuckled. “Sweetheart, you don’t have to play that if you don’t wish to.”

  “But I do wish to.” She looked at Thomas. “I think my other Master should fuck me, too.”

  Thomas grinned and pounced, easily slipping inside her. He took his time, long, sensuous strokes, kissing her breasts and neck. Tyler curled next to her, her head resting on his arm.

  “How’s he feel?”

  She gasped. “Amazing, Master.”

  Tyler tenderly kissed her, his lips nibbling hers. “Do you think you could come again for your masters, sweetheart?”

  “Maybe in the morning.”

  “Did we wear you out?” Tyler asked.