Love Slave for Two: Family Matters Page 4

  “Don’t stop, please!”

  “How many times did Master Thomas make you come earlier?”

  “Three.”

  “Hmm. That might be a challenge. I’m certainly up to it.” He lowered his head to her mound again and swirled his tongue around her sensitive nub. She soon cried out as hot explosions went off in her belly.

  “Oh, love, that was beautiful,” he whispered, kissing her inner thigh.

  Nevvie had learned years ago to never doubt her men’s ability to make her climax even when she didn’t think she could. They’d taken great pride in unlocking every secret and nuance of her body, enjoyed wringing every last drop of pleasure out of her that they could. On more than one occasion she’d been convinced there was no way she’d have another orgasm, just to have them pull one or more out of her beyond what she thought her body was capable of.

  She relaxed, waiting, knowing Tyler had much more in store for her and that she was certain to enjoy it.

  He kissed her as his cock rubbed up and down her slick cleft. “Did that feel good, love?”

  Nevvie nodded, trying to find her voice.

  His smile twisted her heart in a pleasant way. “I wanted to make sure we had at least a little playtime before Mom comes to visit.” He nuzzled her between her breasts, being careful not to hurt her. “I would imagine in another few weeks you’ll be giving Master Thomas and myself a run for our money.”

  “I hope so.”

  He kissed his way down her tummy again, settling between her legs. “Ready for seconds?”

  “Like I could stop you anyway.”

  His warm, seductive laugh sent pulsations straight to her clit. “No, my love. You couldn’t.”

  He changed tactics, using the lightest of touches, gently flicking his tongue over her clit, slowly bringing her back up to a rolling boil again. Then he teased her with two fingers at the entrance to her wet heat.

  He kept her holding like this for several minutes until she thrust her hips against him. “Please,” she begged. “Do it.”

  “Do what love?”

  She lifted his head to look at him. “Please, baby. Please make me come.”

  “Ah, I think my sweet little slave is getting pushy.”

  She laughed then moaned as he pushed two fingers into her slick passage.

  “So tell me, my love,” he said as he stroked her with his hand. “What did you do with Master Thomas after I left?”

  Nevvie swallowed hard. Christ he knew how to perfectly push her buttons. “He made me come twice,” she whispered as he continued teasing her.

  “How, love? Give me details.”

  “He went down on me.”

  “Ah, very nice. Then what?”

  “He bent me over the sofa and fucked me from behind.”

  From Tyler’s sudden, sharp intake of breath she knew he was rock hard, his cock throbbing. “His favorite position. And then? How did he come, love? Tell me everything.”

  She wiggled her hips against Tyler’s hand. “He pulled out and told me to turn over and I sucked him down my throat.”

  “Mmm. And we both know how delicious our sweet Thomas is, don’t we?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes what, pet?”

  She sighed. “Yes, Master.”

  “Continue.”

  She wanted to grind her hips against his face but knew he’d keep her aroused until he was ready to make her come. He got as much pleasure out of keeping her like this as she got out of being kept like this. “Then we curled up on the couch together and in a few minutes he fucked me again.”

  “When did he make you come again?”

  “When he fucked me. He used his hand.”

  “Very good, love. And I’m guessing he pulled out and you used your hand on him?”

  “Mmm hmm.”

  He dipped his mouth to her clit and gently laved his tongue over it, triggering her climax. “That’s two,” he whispered, moving up the bed to lie next to her. He rested one hand on her tummy and cradled her with his other arm.

  “How was that?” he asked with a playful smile.

  Nevvie snuggled close. “Wonderful,” she sighed. “But what about you?” Her hand drifted south between his legs, her fingers wrapping around his throbbing cock.

  “You’re on the right track, love.”

  She laughed and sat up, then went down on him. He gently fisted his hands in her hair. “Oh, yes. You know what I want, don’t you, angel?” He sighed as she worked her tongue over his shaft and balls. “I’m far too excited to fuck you right now. I’m going to let you take a little edge off my tension, as it were. Then I’m going to enjoy fucking my sweet little slave.”

  She moaned around his shaft, already feeling a sensual tingle building between her legs. With the lightest of touches she stroked his sac with one hand, using her other on his cock while she sucked him.

  He tensed, his hips bucking against her. “Get ready, pet.”

  Nevvie deep-throated him, not losing a single drop as he came, staying with him until certain he had finished. She looked up, his playful, content smile warming her.

  “That was, as usual, amazing.”

  She climbed up the bed to lie next to him. “Only the best for my sweet masters.”

  He rolled on top of her, kissing her, his shaft already beginning to stiffen against her leg again. “I love you so much, darling.” He caressed her cheek. “We love you so much.”

  The slave game was just that—a playful game, not any serious delving into an alternate lifestyle. As if their polyamorous triad wasn’t alternative enough already. It was only one small part of their rich relationship, a little spice all three enjoyed. They had never asked her to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with, and they certainly played closer to the vanilla end of the scale. Over the years she found as she gave herself to them, trusting them, that they took her to heights she never imagined possible. They loved her and would never hurt her.

  It didn’t take long for him to be ready enough to thrust inside her, both of them softly moaning as he held still, enjoying the feel of her slick heat.

  “Oh, darling, that’s wonderful,” he murmured, resting his head on her shoulder, slowly working his hips against her.

  Nevvie wrapped her legs around him. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me good.”

  “Mmm. I will do that, certainly.” His content sigh warmed her heart. “I’d love to take you in my favorite position but I don’t want to try that too soon.” She loved it when he put her legs over his shoulders, driving deep into her.

  “Aww.” She wiggled her hips against him. “Please?”

  He laughed. “You sweet, cheeky thing. Not yet. Let’s wait a week or so, at least, right? Because I get you like that, I damn sure don’t want to stop.”

  Nevvie’s hands stroked his back as she enjoyed the feel of him inside her. Then Tyler sat up and withdrew, making her moan with disappointment.

  He chuckled. “Don’t worry, love. I’m not going anywhere. Roll over.”

  She did, knowing what he wanted. She drew her knees under her and Nevvie felt him lean over to the bedside table. Then his fingers and cool wetness pressed against her rim.

  “Are you all right, love?” he asked.

  “Mmm hmm.”

  She felt his large cockhead press against her and relaxed as he pushed forward.

  He paused, letting her adjust to him before slowly thrusting as he felt her hips work against him, urging him on.

  Tyler folded his body around hers, wrapping an arm around her waist, his hand slipping between her legs. “How’s that, love?”

  “Wonderful.”

  He buried two fingers in her pussy, stroked her clit with his thumb. “Not as good as having Master Thomas’ sweet cock there, I know, but you’re still mine for a little while.”

  She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his body against hers. He would bring her over one more time, she knew, then he wouldn’t have to pull out before he came taking her like this.

/>   His lips brushed against the back of her neck. “I want one more from you, sweetheart. I want to feel you come with my cock deep inside you.”

  His words and tone made her heart thump in a pleasant way. She felt her climb, giving over to it, letting go.

  “That’s it, give it to me,” he encouraged, reading her body, knowing she was close.

  When it slammed into her she cried out against the pillow, pushing her hips against him, wanting his cock as deep inside her as she could get it. He waited until he knew she’d finished then grabbed her hips as his climax soon followed.

  They collapsed to the bed, on their sides, Tyler’s cock still inside her and his arms around her. “Amazing, love,” he murmured against her flesh, kissing her shoulder. “Simply wonderful.”

  Nevvie basked in the warmth of his body, not wanting to doze off but then waking up when she felt him move, wincing slightly as he carefully withdrew.

  “Are you all right, sweetheart?” he asked, concerned.

  She smiled. “Ooohhh yeah.”

  He laughed, gently patting her hip. “I’ll be right back.” She heard him in the bathroom. He returned a moment later with a warm, damp washcloth, carefully swabbing her. Then he curled up against her again, taking her into his arms.

  He nuzzled the back of her neck. “I love you so much. I am so blessed to have both of you.” The bedroom door opened. “Ah, right on cue,” Tyler joked. He turned toward the door. “Yes?”

  Thomas winked at them. “All clear?”

  Nevvie held her hand out to him and he quickly strode across their bedroom, sliding in beside her.

  Their triad complete.

  Thomas leaned over Nevvie and kissed Tyler, then her. “Fun?”

  Tyler and Nevvie nodded. “I like being alone with one of you sometimes,” she said, “but it’s a lot more fun together.”

  “We’ve thoroughly spoiled her, Ty.”

  “Hey,” she mumbled, already sleepy. “You told me early on that was your plan. I think the words ‘kept woman’ were invoked.”

  “Very true, love,” Tyler agreed. “We’ll keep you as long as you’ll have the two of us. Hopefully forever.”

  “You just try to get away from me. I’ll hunt you down and bring you back,” she joked.

  Thomas laced his fingers through hers, brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. “Did Master Tyler finally wear you out?”

  “Mmm hmm.”

  He looked at Tyler. “Save any energy for me?”

  Tyler laughed. “You’ve had time to recover from earlier, I take it?”

  “Damn right.”

  “Well then, love, I suggest you rid yourself of those clothes and get over here so I can take care of you.

  “Ooh, I get a show,” Nevvie teased.

  Tyler laughed. “You do so love to watch, you naughty thing.”

  Thomas was already pulling his clothes off. He knelt on the bed, his stiff cock ready for action. “What do you want to do, sugar?” he hoarsely asked.

  Tyler sat up and kissed him. “The question is, what do you want, love? Do you want me to go down on you, or would you rather fuck that sweet cock up my arse?”

  Nevvie moaned. “You’re going to get me all horny again you keep that up.”

  The men laughed and looked at her. “Good heavens,” Ty quipped. “Six isn’t enough for you?”

  Thomas snickered. “Holy crap, girl. Getting greedy, aren’t you?”

  “What part of spoiled rotten don’t you understand? It’s y’all’s fault you two are good in bed.”

  The men leaned over and kissed her. Thomas looked at Tyler, his brown eyes smoky with passion. “I think I want to fuck your sweet ass,” he said.

  “Then by all means, love,” Tyler said, reaching for the lube.

  Nevvie shivered with anticipation, snuggling close to Tyler as he knelt on the bed next to her. He closed his eyes, moaning with need as Thomas knelt behind him, carefully lubed him and entered.

  “Dammit, I love this,” Thomas grunted. “No offense, Nevvie. I love your ass, but his is just…damn good.”

  With his eyes still closed, Tyler smiled. “Talk about spoiled.”

  Nevvie laced the fingers of one hand through Tyler’s and gripped his stiffening shaft with her free hand. “I don’t mind, Tommy,” she said. “Because I know what both of my sweet masters love.”

  The men groaned. “Dammit, sugar. You talk like that, I’m gonna come too quick.”

  Tyler looked at her, his eyes holding her heart and soul captive. “Don’t torment him, pet. You can torment me.”

  She grinned, stroking his shaft. “You mean like that?”

  “You bloody well know what I mean.”

  Thomas caressed Tyler’s back, taking his time, his long, slow strokes making Tyler’s cock throb in her hand. “You feel so good, Ty,” he hoarsely moaned. “God, I love you so much.”

  Nevvie loved this, loved them. This triad they shared never would have worked if the men hadn’t had such a strong, solid relationship for over a decade before they met her. She knew this in the depths of her soul. They’d been inseparable from when they first met, always faithful, deeply in love with each other. It was her good luck they had room in their hearts—and bed—for her, too.

  Tyler could melt her and Thomas, literally putty in his talented, sensual hands. But Thomas was their strength, their tough guy. Nevvie and Tyler always eagerly gave themselves over to him. Tyler might be four years older than Thomas, but Thomas was their rock. And the men treated her like more than just a beloved wife—she felt like a goddess in their arms and hearts.

  While she sometimes enjoyed a rough and tumble sexual relationship with Tommy he was always very gentle and tender with Tyler, not wanting to hurt him. Their blended dynamic never failed to amaze her.

  “Come for us, Ty,” she whispered, her tongue lightly flicking his earlobe. “Squeeze his cock, baby.”

  Tyler gasped, his lower lip caught beneath his teeth. He was close, she felt it. They normally didn’t have this much energy and knew after today they’d most likely settle back into a normal routine.

  But it sure was fun.

  Tom’s hands tightened around Tyler’s hips. “Come on, sugar,” he grunted. “I can’t hold it much longer. You’re too good.”

  Nevvie shifted her hand, palmed Tyler’s cock, her fingers brushing against his sac. “Look at me, Master,” she murmured, playing dirty.

  Tyler’s eyes popped open, locking on hers.

  “Come for your sweet little slave, Master,” she begged. “Please. I want to feel Master Thomas make you come—”

  “Ah!” Tyler’s hips bucked against her hand and she felt his hot juices coat her palm. She looked at Thomas and nodded. He closed his eyes, thrusting, letting go as his climax hit him.

  The men tumbled to the bed together, gasping. Nevvie wrapped her arm around them.

  “You played dirty, love,” Ty mumbled from somewhere at the bottom of the pile. “I was thoroughly enjoying that.”

  She grinned. “Hey, you loved it and you know it.”

  “Of course I did. I never said I didn’t.”

  Thomas carefully untangled himself from them and walked to the bathroom, returning a moment later with another warm, wet washcloth for Tyler. Then the three of them snuggled together in their familiar way and drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter Four

  Nevvie finally settled into a routine. Eventually her hormones evened out, allowing her mood to stabilize. Peggy stayed for over a week to help and console Nevvie before returning to Savannah.

  Life would go on.

  Adam turned five months old. Nevvie and Tyler were home one Tuesday afternoon when their doorbell rang. Looking through the peephole, Nevvie first assumed the woman on their front step was a Jehovah’s Witness or trying to sell something. When Nevvie opened the door, the woman held up an official ID.

  “Nevaeh Kinsey-Paulson?”

  Nevvie immediately froze, old fears crippling her. “Yes?”


  “I’m Louise Jameson, from the Florida Department of Children and Family Services.”

  “Who is it, love?” Tyler called from his study.

  Nevvie struggled to find her voice. “Tyler, can you please come here?”

  Her tone must have clued him in. He ran into the foyer, pulling up short at the sight of the woman. “What’s wrong?”

  The woman eyed him. “I’m here to investigate a report our office received.”

  Tyler frowned. “What sort of report?”

  “If I may come in, please?” She held up her ID so he could look at it. He finally stepped to the side, took Nevvie’s hand and gently pulled her out of the way.

  With Nevvie in tow he led the woman to the kitchen table and indicated for her to take a seat. Louise Jameson looked around on her way in, obviously scoping out the house.

  Once they were seated, Tyler spoke. “All right, what exactly is going on?”

  The woman opened a portfolio and notepad. “And you are?”

  “I’m Tyler Paulson.”

  “You’re Ms. Paulson’s husband?”

  Nevvie focused on Tyler, too nervous to say anything.

  “In a manner of speaking. What is this in regards to?”

  “We received a report alleging child abuse—”

  “What?” Nevvie had found her voice. “My son is not abused!”

  Apparently used to outbursts, Ms. Jameson didn’t flinch. “That is what I’m here to investigate, Mrs. Paulson.”

  Tyler clenched his jaw. “And what exactly are these allegations?”

  Ms. Jameson consulted her paperwork. “The main allegation is that the home is an immoral environment for him to be raised in.” She frowned. “Frankly, there are no allegations of physical abuse or neglect. Apparently the caller was concerned about the family situation.” She looked at Nevvie. “Ma’am, please don’t assume I’m here to take your child. I’m here to follow up on an allegation, compile a report, and then go from there. We’re required to investigate all reports.”

  Nevvie’s hands shook. “Who reported this? Who would say something so horrible about us?”

  “I’m afraid that’s not information I could give out even if I had it.”