Fulfilled (16 page)

It hurt like fury, burned, and stretched, and the tears flooded down her face to soak the blindfold.

“Hold steady, Jon. She’s struggling.” Trevor spoke as though through a mouthful of glass.

Lois faded in and out as Jonathon poised his weight above her. She could feel him trembling, and her body abruptly adjusted. The stretching was intense, but the pain splintered to excruciating pleasure. She involuntarily clenched, a signal, for Jonathon lifted her then let her go. She fucked down on Trevor, and Jonathon withdrew as they found their rhythm. A rise and fall. Trevor surged deep to fill her and when Jonathon raised her, she lost a portion of Trevor but was then filled with Jonathon. She lost track of the number of times they seesawed her. She heard Trevor speak and somehow Jonathon held her weight with one hand and snapped off the clamps on her breasts with the other. Trevor freed her clit, pushing his hand between them, forcing Jonathon deeper into her bowels and she crested, screaming her release, bucking uncontrollably yet still held safe against the fall. Jonathon bellowed above her, nearly masking Trevor’s deep groan.

She was crushed under Jonathon’s weight, against Trevor’s muscled chest, a delicious pressure until Jonathon pushed away, his cock pulling out of her protesting anus. Trevor held her close until Jonathon returned to ease her off and onto her side, cleansing her gently with a soft cloth as he did so. She lay, sandwiched between them until her shuddering alleviated and she could take a full breath. The blindfold was tugged off, and she blinked in the light. She’d forgotten about Jonathon’s propensity to turn all the lights on when they were sexual. Trevor and Jonathon got to see everything, but she was too tired to complain. Next time
she
wanted to see.

“You will, sweetheart, I promise.”

Had she said her request out loud? Didn’t matter. She needed to sleep.

* * * *

“She needs some care, Jon.” Trevor’s voice was quiet but rang with concern.

“She needs rest more, buddy, right at this moment. I didn’t hurt her.”

“Oh. I guess you’d know. She’s so little and we’re not.”

“She’s not fragile though. I mean I know we could hurt her, but she’s strong. Seriously strong.”

“I want to provide the aftercare.”

There was a long pause before Jon answered. “I guess you’d better. I’m gonna have to get used to this because I don’t see this as a one off. She responded to you like it was me. I thought it’d make me fucking crazy, but to see her so fulfilled, well…”

Trevor carefully levered himself off the bed to make his way to the bathroom, and Jon dispassionately cast his gaze over the other man. Between the two of them they would indeed fill Lois up and meet her every need. He examined that thought cautiously. He truly no longer wanted to rip Trevor’s head off. Trevor had fallen like a ton of bricks for Lois, and he hadn’t spent a fraction of the time with her Jon had. He treated her like gold. And she’d said she wanted a next time. Lois wasn’t going to use Trevor and risk hurting him. This threesome was turning into something long term. Trevor was game, had been from the start. Lois was interested and would commit if Jon approved.

“I’ve started a bath.” Trevor sauntered back into the bedroom. It was on the tip of Jon’s tongue to tell him Lois liked showers, but maybe she liked baths, too. He gestured to her sleeping body and Trevor knelt beside the bed.

“Lois, honey, you need to wake up.” She muttered and wrinkled her nose when Trevor gently pushed a lock of hair from her face. “C’mon, honey.”

Trevor slid one arm under her legs and the other beneath her shoulders, straightening with her held securely in his hold. Lois’s eyes fluttered open, and she smiled sweetly, snuggling in closer. Jon fiercely wished to hold her, to be the one receiving that smile, but the bitter bite of jealousy had diminished.

“I’ll have the unguents ready,” he offered. Trevor nodded. He didn’t take his eyes from his precious burden. He carried her through the door, and Jon strained his ears but could only hear the sound of running water. Well, it wasn’t like Trevor was going to drown her.

He relaxed and laced his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling. If Trevor stayed, Lois could have her baby. No ifs about it. He wouldn’t pry Trevor out of this relationship with a crowbar. Trevor could marry her. There was something downright exciting about fucking another man’s property. Especially when it belonged to him, too, in secret. He’d run things past Trevor in the next while, take the lead. He probably didn’t even have to talk about his own issue. Lois was staying the day but heading home Sunday to look after that little bugger Nathan. Jon smiled. Such a cute kid. Probably make a good Dom someday. Maybe he’d be a good match for Lois and Trevor’s baby. His own life course seemed set, mapped out by the arrival in his life of a sweet, obedient little woman with dark, sexual needs, and a new friend to meet them with him and without. He thought he could even handle the without part if it met with Lois’s approval.

* * * *

Lois floated on those residual endorphins and the soothing water in the tub. Trevor sat behind her, holding her loosely as she relaxed in boneless splendor. He had carefully washed her with a gentle soap before rinsing her off and emptying the tub, keeping her warm with his own body heat while it filled again. Jonathon
said
it was okay, but she’d felt him
accept
it, too. There wasn’t room for him, too, even in this enormous tub, but she knew he wasn’t far. She felt that as well.

“Jon says you’re the best nanny ever.”

“Umm. Nathan makes it easy.”

“When he’s not thumping Jon?”

She laughed. “Jon managed him. Nathan’s a bit confused and no wonder. But we all love him.”

“You like kids.”

“I do. And you?”

“I never really thought about it. I’m an only child, and I grew up in rural Minnesota. There wasn’t a lot of opportunity to interact with other kids aside from school, and I was homeschooled until high school.”

“You aren’t a member of a weird religious sect, are you?”

“Nope. Mom was trained as a teacher, and it made sense being so far from town, especially in the winter. But she passed when I was fourteen.”

Lois stroked his hand to empathize, the one now idly plumping her breast. She could feel his cock swelling in the small of her back and despite her discomfort, thought about it for a moment.

“No, Lois. We need to get you taken care of. You’ll be sore.”

“I am, Trevor. Do I call you Master, too?”

He chuckled, and the water sloshed up to the rim. “Not here, honey. Scenes, kink in the bedroom, in the club proper. Like Jon, I expect.”

“What do you do?”

“I partner in a security firm with Cameron Fraser. You know his sub, Olivia. We both went to the same school and hit it off. Both Doms. I’m mostly in the office, but sometimes there’s stuff in the field when we’re busy.”

“So you live in Austin but travel some.”

“Some. I’ll take you with, if you want to get out of the city sometimes.”

“I’ve only ever lived in two places,” she confided. “I think I’d like to travel, and I know I’d like to see the countryside.”

“We gotta do some talking, honey. Jon has a head start on me.”

She was startled. The situation had taken on a whole new aspect. She wanted a repeat of tonight, today, whatever time it was, but Trevor was talking more than a repeat. And he wouldn’t be talking behind Jonathon’s back.

“Jon!”

She flinched at his raised voice, and he instantly pulled her close. “It’s fine, Lois. Jon has a few things I need.”

Jonathon loomed in the doorway, looking quite pleased with himself. She knew that look. The children she cared for got that way when they thought they’d pulled one over on the grown-ups. He offered a hand. She took it, and he lifted her with ease to stand her on the bath mat. He wrapped a big towel around her while Trevor climbed out and dried off.

“The stuff’s by the bed. I’ll shower and join you later.”

Lois stared at his muscled ass disappearing into the frosted shower enclave. What was up? Trevor shrugged and took her elbow. He insisted she lie facedown on the bed, and she felt him spread her buttocks apart with care. It was a tad disconcerting despite all they’d done together.

“He said you were fine and you are.”

“I can’t say as I agree.” She spoke while she tried to figure out what had just happened.

“You’re a bit bruised and swollen, but that’s to be expected. Jon’s hung like an ox. But you didn’t tear. I was worried about that but should have known. He wouldn’t hurt you.

“We could take you together like that because he’s so freaking strong. He pretty much bench-pressed you. The cross or ceiling restraints work better but you aren’t ready for the soft dungeon.”

Oh. Well then. “You aren’t exactly Tiny Tim yourself,” she offered.

He patted her butt. “You’re sweet, Lois. Now hold still.”

A cold stinging breached her bottom hole, followed immediately by numbness.

“Topical anesthetic. Now roll over and I’ll do your nipples and clit.”

She was used to that. Trevor was as gentle and thorough as Jonathon. Her other sore points felt better after his ministrations. Jon wandered in, a towel snugged around his hips, and leered at her.

“You look ready for another round, sweetheart.”

“Not.” She smiled up at him. “I want to sleep.”

“We’ll stay here tonight but take this to our quarters in the morning.” Jon decided, and Trevor nodded his agreement.

They were communicating over her head again. Lois decided to let it go. Her brain was mushy from too many orgasms, if there was such a thing, and they would talk later. There was a brief discussion as to which side her men would sleep on, but Lois didn’t care. She had her place and crawled in, into the middle, under the covers while they worked it out. She fell into oblivion, her sore, aching, well-used body forgotten for the moment.

“She should have some clothes for breakfast.” Trevor sounded firm.

“She will. She’s not ready for complete submission.”

“And she doesn’t have to be. She has a career, and we can’t expect that of her. I’m not Maurice and neither are you. And we’ll know when she’s ready to be displayed.”

“
You’re
not ready.” Jon’s voice was sly with humor.

“Damned straight. You’ve had her for weeks. I know so little about her, other than she’s sexually perfect and the world’s greatest nanny.”

“Yah, about that…”

Lois broke into their conversation. “I’m right here, and you woke me. I’m still tired.” She was crabby, too. The previous night’s shenanigans were really making themselves known.

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry. You go back to sleep, and we’ll go get your clothes and stuff and order breakfast, in say, two hours.”

Lois sank back onto the mattress and turned her face into the pillow.

“You go get her things and whatever. I’ll rub her down.”

“You get the good stuff,” Jonathon grumbled.

She heard a rustle of fabric, solid footsteps and felt a kiss on her hair. She managed to lift her lips to his for the briefest kiss on record. The door opened and shut. Trevor climbed up beside her and pulled the sheet down.

“On your belly, honey.” He flipped her over when she couldn’t seem to comply, then poured some sweet-smelling oil on her upper back. Sweet grass. She loved sweet grass, hadn’t used any scents for years because of allergies among the children. She nearly sobbed when his strong hands kneaded her sore muscles, beginning with her shoulders, working his way down her back to knead her buttocks and thighs. She moaned aloud at his firm touch on her calves and feet. She drifted, vaguely aware of the sheet whispering up around her.

An eternity later, Jonathon kissed her awake and carried her to the bathroom. “Get washed up and dressed, sweetheart. Be ready in ten.”

She emerged, feeling able to greet the day, and was confronted with two sets of eyes exhibiting nearly identical expressions despite the difference in color and shape. Hunger. She headed for the door. They’d been patient a long time for her to get up and organized. Breakfast was waiting.

They sat beside the same spill of ivy, and Lois sipped her coffee while her men devoured shockingly huge amounts of cholesterol. She comforted herself with the fact they both worked it off and ate healthily the rest of the day. Well, Jon did, and she assumed Trevor did, too, to judge by his own muscled physique.

“Does she usually starve herself?”

“No. She’ll have an egg sometimes, but usually it’s just juice, toast, and coffee. Maybe some fruit. She likes cream in her coffee when she’s not pissed with me.”

“I’m here,” she said sweetly.

“There’ll be times I’ll talk to you, with you, honey, but when I want immediate information, Jon’s the one I’ll ask. Feel free to challenge him if you like.”

Right. Like there would be any need for that. Jonathon had made a study of her, as she’d made of him. And she was noticing things about Trevor, too, learning him. She struggled to get a deep breath. This was flying along, full speed ahead, and it was overwhelming.

They were on it, simultaneously. Trevor took the coffee from her hand and encouraged her to relax. Jonathon stood to massage her shoulders. Her anxiety attack diminished, and she peered at Trevor. “We need to talk.”

“We do, honey. Jon and I want a ménage.”

It sounded like a fait accompli to her and what was it with these French words anyhow? “A ménage?”

“Like he said.” Jon looked calm, accepting, and relaxed. “We’re good together sexually, you’re comfortable with Trevor, and I think you like him. He loves you.”

Lois spun in her seat to face Trevor. He nodded gravely, and there was a hint of worry in his eyes. He thought she’d reject him.

“You don’t know me,” she protested. “The sex was awesome, but how can you love me?”

“I’m forty years old, Lois. I’ve been around many a block. I’ve been a third more times than I can count, and I’ve taken numerous subs. I’ve never felt anything for any one of them to compare with what I feel for you. And the sex
was
awesome.”