Fulfilled (15 page)

“TMI, Lois.” Graham choked on his toast.

“Really,” she teased. “I believe it was you who mentioned the same thing last night.”

They all laughed, even Nathan, who took time away from his scrambled eggs and peanut butter toast to join in. Lois kept her smile and excused herself to shower. She could cry in there, and the water would cover her tears.

* * * *

“No, Jonathon. I shouldn’t have joined you.” Lois slithered out of his hold and backed into the far corner of the shower. Her private bath was half the size of his, so she didn’t have far to go.

“I just wanted to give you a good start to the day.” Jonathon manufactured a Nathan-like pout. It wasn’t funny.

“Right. A good start followed by a good start for you and Graham will have left for work before I can tell them I quit.”

He pinned her with his bulk, and she strained to look up into his shocked face. “You’re not fucking quitting. You’re not a quitter, Lois. You set that shit aside or I’ll give you something to help you do it.”

Wow. And he would. He’d paddle her right in her suite, no matter that her employers and her little charge might hear. Not happening.

“I’m not sure I can work here every day and leave him at night. It’ll get confusing.”

“Bullshit. You said it yourself. He’s attaching to his parents. You’ve done a great job with him, and you’ll always be part of his life. They won’t take that from you even if you do quit. But you’re not. You’re being selfish.”

He stepped away to finish rinsing off then pulled her under the spray to complete her shower. No matter the difference of opinion, he never distanced himself, was always there for her. Unconditional love. She felt terribly ashamed and then annoyed. She had the right to be hurt and feel this sense of loss. Nathan was her child for all intents and purposes, and she had a right to grieve the loss. She huffed.

“Tell me.”

She huffed again, then spilled it. He reached behind her to turn off the water, leaning down to take her mouth, a hot, searing kiss with great promise.

“But you don’t run, Lois.
You
taught me that. You work it out.”

She sighed against his chest. “Okay.”

* * * *

They hashed it out with Kennedy and Graham after settling Nathan with his toys in the living room. Kennedy cried a little at the idea of Lois eventually moving out but indicated her pleasure at Lois’s happiness. Lois resolutely didn’t talk about the heart-wrenching loss of Nathan’s affections. So of course Jonathon did.

“She’s hurting because Nathan is transferring his stuff to you, Kennedy. She knows it’s a good thing but can’t help how it feels.”

“Oh, Lois! I know it must hurt. It killed me to watch you and Graham parent him in the beginning while I was such a mess.”

“That wasted a lot of time, Kennedy.” Graham said it quietly, but Lois heard the pain in his voice, and so did Jonathon to judge by the look he sent the other man.

“You fucked up, Graham, and it near killed me, so don’t go there.” Kennedy dropped her face into her hands. Graham had her cuddled on his lap in a nanosecond, and Lois felt terrible for even initiating a discussion to elicit this kind of painful memory. Then she realized something. This was family stuff, family history and all. She was included and could learn from this.

“It’s all right, Kennedy.” Graham soothed her.

“Damned hormones.” Her muffled voice held a hint of laughter.

“I’ll come stay full time for a month when the baby comes,” Lois offered. “Jonathon will be sick of me making him fold his towels by then.”

“That would be great!” Kennedy was enthusiastic now, the highs and lows of pregnancy.

Jonathon had a pained look on his face, and Lois queried him with a lift of her eyebrows.

“I guess I’ll be a regular guest here then.”

“You won’t get a lot of sleep during the day with Nathan and a newborn in the house,” she teased.

“It’ll be good practice for him.” Kennedy dropped the bombshell.

Lois got up from the table in the ensuing silence. “I have to pack. I’m sure I need more than one outfit and a leather skirt to live at the club.”

Jonathon opened his mouth to protest, she was sure, but shut it. She couldn’t travel back and forth between here and his place without a change of clothes. Or naked. Pervert. He winked. Mind reader. It was going to be a strange lifestyle for the next while, full of broken sleep patterns and other adjustments. And then there was Trevor. Lois went from pensive to aroused and struggled to hide it. Jeez. She murmured an excuse and fled to her room. At least it distracted from Kennedy’s inadvertent foot in her mouth.

They were in the same member room. The one they’d corrected her in. Both Jonathon and Trevor were in their leathers and nothing else. She was in the total nothing else, unless one counted a huge butt plug, standing, presenting for Trevor.

“She’s gorgeous. Those pink nipples are like tiny roses. And her skin. Jon, I fucking hate you.”

Jonathon laughed, and her body quivered at the dark note contained in that sound. “No doubt. And she’s got the sweetest cunt.”

“And the most tender ass.”

She should feel like a piece of meat, but being assessed in such a frank, appreciative manner made her juices flow. Lois wished someone would touch her.

“Lay on the bed, sub, and show Master Trevor your pussy.”

Oh boy. She complied instantly and heard their masculine chuckles at her obvious eagerness. Maybe she should have balked and garnered some punishment, but she wanted something else. She wanted both of them. Jonathon had followed her to her room that day at the Alexanders. At first she thought he was worried about Kennedy’s comment about her having children with him. And that was true, too. But he missed nothing and knew she’d become aroused for some reason because he paid such excellent attention. Graham probably noticed as well, but for once hadn’t called a rude comment after her. Having Jonathon’s protection was really helpful.

She told him about her thoughts of Trevor joining them, and he capitalized on it, locking the door and commanding her to strip. The bugger had a butt plug with him, and her baby oil served nicely as lube. It was a bigger plug, a size up from the last one, and she bit her pillow so as not to alert the household. He then sat on the edge of the bed and lowered her over his cock, using his considerable strength to impale her in an excruciatingly slow fashion, fighting for room against that plug. Lois had a miniorgasm the instant he hit her cervix, something that startled them both. Jonathon allowed her to enjoy it for a moment before commanding her to ride him. She was packed so full in the position it took all her will and strength to comply. The strain on his face spoke to his diminishing control, so she slid down one final time and squeezed for all she was worth, breaking his control and possessing his cum. She thought she’d earned a spanking, but he only smiled through his pleasure. Maybe being in her bedroom cut her some slack, or maybe he was going to take his revenge at a later date.

But as sweet as that memory was, this was about them both now, Jonathon
and
Trevor. She spread her legs as Jonathon had taught her, letting them fall apart to expose her sex fully. Trevor’s face darkened with lust, his eyes filling with promise.

“Play with yourself.”

Oh crap. That she’d never done in front of even Jonathon.

“Telling, not asking, sub.”

Her pussy clenched, and her juices flowed, her hand finding its way to her apex seemingly without the direction of her brain. She traced the wet outer folds and delved between.

“Spread open. Use both hands.”

Trevor was directing the scene and a
look
crossed Jonathon’s face. She hesitated, and Trevor gave her a baleful stare.

“He’s here, Lois. Pissed off and possessive, but he’s doing this for you. So get on with it.”

Trevor had seemed such a well-mannered Dom. Lois choked back a ludicrous laugh. A well-mannered Dom in the bedroom or the dungeon. As if. She spread herself wide and used one finger to feather her clit, swiveling her hand to press her thumb into her channel. The enormous plug rubbed against it, and she shivered with the sensation. The anticipation built, the sounds of her fingers slipping and making sucking noises in her cream and the rasp of two males practicing heavy breathing as background noise. She arched into the final moment, soles of her feet numbing, breath catching in her throat, belly clenching, pelvis rolling as she pressed hard to extend the bliss.

The bed dipped, and her thighs forced wider as Trevor’s head inserted between them and his mouth closed over her sex. He licked her fingers aside, and her arms were gently tugged free and pulled above her head. The feeling of her wrists being tied barely registered before the clever tongue lapped at the residue of her orgasm, flickering against her tender clit. She whined in protest and opened her eyes. Jonathon loomed over her, his leathers bulging as he secured her to the headboard.

“How does she taste?”

Trevor’s muffled voice said something about sweet honey. His tongue lanced inside her, followed by his fingers as he shoved them against that spot high up, the one that made her lose all control. He suckled her clit, and she gasped, her mouth opening to scream her approval. Jonathon pushed in, depressing her tongue, rubbing against her palate and she sucked his fat cock automatically because she couldn’t concentrate past the enormous storm building in her abused clit. She sobbed against it, and Jonathon groaned loudly at the far-off edge of her immediate reality. His cock muffled her cry, and he pumped into her, pulling her lips into a grimace of lust. She nearly choked against the outpouring of his seed, and he instantly pulled out to support her neck.

She pried her eyes open. Trevor and Jonathon sat on either side of her, idly stroking a breast. Trevor’s fingertips were callused, too, and their touch made her nipples bead and ache. Jonathon pinched the other tiny bud, rolling it. The dual sensations were incredibly difficult to process, and she sucked air.

“She’s back. You should have warned me about how good she tastes, Jonathon. I’ll want more shortly.” He pinched her nipple, squeezing until she moved her legs restlessly, or as much as she could. Someone had tied her ankles, too. “Does she enjoy nipple clamps?”

“She does. There’s a pair in the drawer beside you. Clovers.”

Trevor released her, and the blood flowed back into her ill-treated nipple. It was a day for pleasurable gasping. He turned back with the clamps and lowered his head to her breast. His mouth was as hot as Jonathon’s but different in technique somehow. When he’d sucked her to his satisfaction, Trevor slipped the clamp on and eased it shut. She waited out the sting and burn as he moved to her other breast. He was less gentle, and her eyes popped open.

“Thought maybe you were resting again.” Ah, so he, too, had a playful side. If he and Jonathon joined forces she’d be a well-used toy. Jonathon wasn’t looking so playful at that very moment. His face was taut with lust, his leathers equally taut at the juncture of his thighs, but his eyes burned with something else. He caught her looking, and those dark orbs filled with tenderness. But she was confused and subsequently anxious. Trevor picked up on it and leaned away, stroking down her belly to settle her.

“You okay, honey?”

She bit her lip and cast about for something to say. Jonathon leaned in.

“I spooked her. Fuck me. Sweetheart, it’s okay.”

Trevor stretched out beside her, and Jonathon mimicked him. Their closeness and the heat from their bodies soothed her.

“Lift your head just a bit, sweetheart.” Jonathon placed a blindfold over her eyes and secured it behind her head, taking care not to snag her hair. She knew he wanted her to have this experience, and if she couldn’t see him she was less likely to worry about his reaction. Both clamps were toyed with, and a stealthy hand inserted a sneaky finger between her pussy lips and sought her clit. She focused solely on the sensations. Jonathon’s big body slid down her side, and a hot tongue licked over her hip to flirt through her folds, replacing the magic finger. The mouth sucked her clit hard and released it, but it remained pinched. It grew to immense proportions as reported by all those nerve endings compressed and fully exposed. Lois shrieked, and someone kissed her silent. Trevor. He tasted different from Jonathon. Different but nice. Great, actually.

She sucked at his tongue to muffle her need to beg them to take the clit clip off. Jonathon had used one only once before and while she liked the end result, the more immediate feeling…Her men left her suddenly, and she lifted her bound hands to no avail.

A snap of latex caught her immediate attention. Another snap. Her ankles were freed but not her hands. The bed dipped, and she was lifted and rolled atop a hot body, the rope attached to her binds long enough to allow her arms to follow easily. Strong hands clasped her waist and urged her to a position over a solid cock. Her legs spread apart to settle against his hips. She knew Jonathon’s body. Trevor. He guided his erection into her opening and pressed inside.

“Fuck, she’s tight.” His hot breath against her hair made her shiver. “Maybe take the plug out, Jon.”

“Can’t do it. I’d never get in there if I don’t leave her stretched.”

Oh god. They were going to take her at the same time. Her pussy flowed at the thought.

“She just drenched me. Fuck. Okay, I’m in. Hold still, honey, just hang on.”

She felt fingers at her back hole, and the plug was slowly removed. It dragged and pinched and gave her a taste of what was to come.

“She’s clenching, Jon. Get on with it.”

A rush of lube filled the sudden emptiness, and then the press and push of something big and hard inside her anal ring pulled a whimper past her gritted teeth.

“Relax, honey. Breathe and relax.” Trevor rubbed her back and continued to soothe her. Lois forced every muscle to let go, and Jonathon forged in.