Chapter 11

Shannon awoke to warm, muscular arms holding her and her faced pressed against a chest dusted with dark, curly hair. Fingers traced the length of her spine and into the cleft of her buttocks. Her rectum felt full again but when she reached back to see why Mike grabbed her wrist and stopped her.

"Easy," he ordered. "Just relax."

Mentally shaking herself to wakefulness from the warm cocoon of sleep into which she'd fallen, she next realized tow more things. Very important things. She was wearing the leather cuffs on her wrists again although they weren't fastened to anything else. And Mike's cock, sheathed in latex, was filling every inch of her cunt. When she moved her legs, which were spayed across Mike's, she found a hard-bodied male holding them apart,

"Adam put the plug back in while you were sleeping. We want you to be fully prepared so we don't hurt you." He kissed her forehead. "It is a Dom's responsibility to take care of his sub. It's about a lot more than commands and who gives orders, sugar. It's about trust and caring and respect. Otherwise it's just sex with no meaning, no matter how you play it, and that's not what I want for you, For us."

"So you want-"

"Something special with you. We'll talk about it later, okay?"

"Okay." And just like that the hidden tension she'd been trying to ignore disappeared.

She relaxed as Adam's fingers continued their exploration, finding and teasing the area around the plug, then drifting lower to her pussy, which she suddenly realized was instantly wet.

"I don't think I've ever met a woman so instantly ready as this sweet thing," Adam commented. "I can't believe you walked out on her for any reason."

Mike started to say something but Shannon interrupted him. "It wasn't all his fault. Let's just leave it at that."

Mike moved his hips, his cock pushing up into her. "Adam's going to lace the cuffs behind your back, sugar. Don't worry, I'll support you. But it's important you be completely under out control. Say it, Shannon."

She blew out a breath. "Yes, Master. It is important I be completely under your control."

"God girl."

And then, for the first time since she'd walked into this the sexually-charged environment, while Adam tied the laces of the cuffs behind her, he grabbed her head, pulled it down and kissed her ass if his life depended on it. His tongue pushed into her mouth, sweeping the inner walls of her cheeks, the roof of her mouth, the edges of her teeth and gums. He twisted his tongue around hers and tugged on it. He withdrew and ran the tip of his tongue around the edges of her lips, placed a hot, open-mouthed kiss at the hollow of her throat where her pulse beat so erratically. Then he was eating at her lips again, nibbling them before thrusting his tongue deep inside her mouth again.

She couldn't breathe but she didn't care. She knew what he was doing. Branding her. The collar would come next, she was sure. But without it, he wanted Adam to know that while they shared, Shannon Forrester only had one Master. An d it was him.

At last he released her and pulled her head so he could look into her eyes. Straight into her soul. Whatever he saw made a tiny smile tip the corners of his mouth.

"Are you ready for this, sugar?"

"I am ready for anything with you, Master."

She heard the rip of foil and a tiny snap as Adam sheathed himself. Then the pop as the plug was pulled from her, replaced by two long fingers lubricating her rectum.

"Take a deep breath, Shannon. Breathe with me, okay?"

She nodded and drew in a breath.

Adam's cock prodded at the entrance to her dark tunnel, wide and thick.

"Breathe," Mike reminded her.

In and out. In and out. She was floating on his stomach, his cock twitching inside her with every breath. And with each exhalation Adam's penis moved deeper into her hole, pushing, pressing, until at last it was in. Shannon thought the plug and the vibrator has stretched her, but that was nothing compared to the bug, thick cocks stuffed inside her, rubbing against each other through the thin membrane.

As he promised, Mike held her with her shoulders braced on his palms as he and Adam began their slow dance. As one moved in, the other moved out. Adam upped the sensual edge by raining light slaps on her buttocks, each one sending jolts of pleasure to the deepest part of her cunt.

She tried to move with them but Mike shook his head. "No. We'll take care of you. Do not move unless I tell you to."

The pleasure was so intense she found herself drifting, the only thing in her universe the two cocks fucking her front and back, the soft rain of spankings that made her hotter and hotter. She wanted this to go on forever.

But soon the two men picked up the pace, thrust and retreat, thrust and retreat, until there was barely a second between each movement.

"Mike," she screamed. "Master! Let me come. Please."

"Let it go darlin," he rasped as his own release swept over him.

The feeling was like nothing Shannon had ever known before. The two cocks were jerking and pulsing, emptying spurt after spurt of semen into their latex reservoirs, while the muscles of both her cunt and her rectum clamped down on them. She shook so badly with her release she was sure she'd shatter.

And it went on and on. Even with her hands tied she did her best to push herself down on both of them, rocking with them until Adam, gasping for breath behind her, reminded her with a slap she wasn't to move until they told her to. So she sat and shivered and shook until it became too much for her. She let herself fall forward onto Mike's hands and chest and dropped into unconsciousness.

The first thing that woke her was the smell of fresh coffee. When Shannon opened her eyes she realized she was flat on her stomach on the bed and Mike was sitting cross-legged on the floor next to her, holding a mug of delicious brew.

"Wake up, sleepyhead." He grinned. "Can't let you sleep the day away."

"Go 'way," Shannon mumbled.

"Okay, I'll take my coffee with me."

"Wait!" She pushed herself up. "On second thought, how can I turn down such a thoughtful gift?"

He handed her the mug, making sure she was holding it tightly, then reached for his own on the nightstand.

"You doing okay today. Sugar?"

She ached in places she hadn't known she had and there wasn't a muscle inside or out that wasn't sore, but she felt better than she ever had in her life.

"Not bad," she shrugged. "That was quite some treasure hunt."

He reached up with his free hand and cupped her chin. "But hopefully the prize was worth it. Tell the truth," he joked, "or you know what happens."

She grinned, even as she rubbed her still sore buttocks and looked around. "Where's Adam?"

"Smart enough to know it was time for him to leave." He uncurled himself and moved to sit beside her on the bed. "We have tings to discuss, Shannon. Things that pertain just to us."

"The lifestyle," she guessed.

"Yes. And it's a lot more than the sex. It means we live together. Maybe get married. That at all times inside our home and with others like us I am the Master and you acknowledge me as such. If I want you to walk around the house naked, you do so. If I want to fuck you in the car in some secluded place, you agree. If I want to display you to my friends and fuck you so they can see your enjoyment, you will agree and understand two things. Whatever we do will enhance your pleasure, and my pleasure comes from that which you give me. It's all in your hands."

She chewed her bottom lip. "I've thought a lot about this since you and I-I mean Misty and Cock Robin-started talking on the computer, and I began doing research on the Internet. And something finally occurred to me. I think I've always had a submissive nature but tried all my life to run away from it. I was too shy to approach you about it, and you thought I'd be frightened of it." She put down her coffee mug and picked up one of his hands. "I want to belong to you, Michael. In every way. I trust you and I know you will always keep me safe."

He set down his own mug and pulled her into his arms. "I love you, Shannon. I want you to know that."

"I love you, too. I wish it hadn't taken me so long to figure it out."

"But now we can move on from here. We'll see about the lease on your place get your things moved into my house. Figure out our work schedules. And talk about the things that will help make this work. But first."

He rose and went to the dresser. When he came back he was carrying a long, thin box. Lifting the cover, he took out what appeared to be a necklace of thin gold links, but Shannon knew what it was. A collar. Telling the world she was his. In the center, at the place that would rest against the hollow of her throat were the intertwined letters M and S. She dipped her head forward, pulling her hair to the side, so he could fasten it and lock it in place.

"We have a lot to do today, sugar, but I think we need to start this off right." Ripping off his t-shirt and sweat pants, he grabbed a condom from the drawer, rolled it on, spread her out on the bed and without preamble drove into her.

"Mine," he said, thrusting heavily into her.

"Yes."

"Say it," he ordered.

"Yours. I'm yours."

And as his arms tightened around her and his hips rolled and thrust, he put his mouth to her ear and said in a hot, husky voice, "And I'm yours. Forever."

End of Part One: I Dare You