She wiggled her hips against him, feeling his hard bulge pressing against her. “I love you, too.”
He waggled his eyebrows at her, sending her into a giggle fit.
Tad laughed. “I always did think of you boys as sons. Now you really are part of the family.”
Sully and Mac took great pains to secretly tease Clarisse all through their celebratory dinner at Plaka’s with Tad. By the time they dropped him off, she was ready to jump her two men in the backseat of the car.
At home, Sully scooped Clarisse into his arms and carried her up the stairs and through the front door as Mac held it open. Once inside, Mac closed and locked the door and started stripping.
Sully set Clarisse on her feet and stood back, his arms crossed over his chest, not speaking.
She glanced from Mac, already down to his slacks, to Sully. She realized what he waited for.
A seductive smile played across her face as she unbuttoned her blouse. Sully nodded. “Good girl.” A moment later, both Mac and Clarisse knelt before him, heads bowed.
Sully stood over them. “Hold hands.”
Mac’s fingers wrapped around Clarisse’s hand. He gently squeezed.
Sully placed a hand on each of their heads. She had no doubt he had a tighter grip on Mac’s hair than he did on hers.
“I have plans for you tonight, pet. You are going to cross the line, take the final step your training has prepared you for. Are you ready for that?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Slave, are you ready to do whatever I command to add pet to our family?”
“Yes, Master,” he replied.
“I am laying down the law. In this house, I am Master, and slave is my Alpha slave. Do you understand, pet?”
“Yes, Master.”
“When I am not around, you will follow his orders as if he was me. There may be times I allow him to punish you.”
She shivered in a good way. “Yes, Master.”
He gently stroked her hair. “Tonight, I am officially claiming you as my slave, to wear my collar. Do you understand and agree to this?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Go get her collar, slave.”
Mac released her hand and went to comply. He returned a moment later, wearing his leather collar. He handed something to Sully before retaking his place next to her and lacing his fingers through her hand.
“Look at me, both of you.”
Clarisse saw it was a new collar, custom made, similar to Mac’s but smaller, more delicate, complete with a small padlock. It could pass for a piece of Goth neckwear.
“I take this even more seriously than I do the vows we spoke earlier,” he said. “As we’ve already discussed, there will be no coming back if you leave. I won’t play that game. You must talk to me, keep communications open, discuss things with me if you are ever unhappy or find yourself needing something. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
He squatted in front of her. “Hold her hair, slave.”
Mac gently swept her hair off her neck as Sully removed the silver chain collar and replaced it with the new one. Her breath caught as she felt the soft, supple leather touch her flesh and heard the lock click into place.
Sully smiled and stroked her cheek. “My sweet, beautiful pet,” he softly said. “Tonight I finally get to make you mine in all ways. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to make love to you.”
He stood. “Both of you meet me in the bedroom. I want slave’s wrist cuffs on him. Help him with that, pet.”
“Yes, Master.” Mac flashed her a smile as they hurried to comply.
Sully entered the bedroom a few minutes later, carrying a glass of water.
Clarisse felt like every nerve ending in her body had caught fire, her senses on edge. She knew Sully would follow through on what he’d said, and all she had to do was go along for the ride.
And be ridden.
Sully crooked his finger at Mac. “On the bed, on your back. Head at this end.” Mac quickly complied. Sully clipped Mac’s wrist cuffs to the chains at the foot of the bed. He leaned over and placed a long, deep kiss on his lover’s mouth. “You’ll be swearing at me by the end of the evening,” Sully teased.
Mac smiled. “Of that I have no doubt.”
Sully turned and swatted her ass, not too hard, just a little sting.
“On the bed. Next to him, on your back. Ass right here at the edge.”
Nervously, she complied. The way Mac was trussed didn’t give her a lot of room, but she managed.
Sully grabbed her legs and pulled her closer to the edge, slung them over his shoulders. Then he looked at Mac. “Watch me while I taste my pet.”
Mac softly moaned and licked his lips. Sully lowered his head to her bare mound and gently swiped his tongue from her ready entrance all the way up, over her clit.
Clarisse loudly moaned.
Sully laughed and lifted his head. “Do you like that?”
“Yes, Master!”
“Hold slave’s cock while I do this, but don’t let him come or you’ll get five with the cane.”
When she wrapped her fingers around Mac’s cock, he worked his hips against her hand.
Sully leaned in to him. “If you come, remember she gets the strokes, not you. Is it worth it to watch her take them for you?”
His hips stilled. “No, Master.”
“Very good.” He lowered his head to her sex again and repeated his earlier motion. “By the way, pet, you may come.”
She gasped, not close yet but the fact that he was allowing her to climax unhinged her body’s need in a pleasant way. She wiggled her hips and enjoyed how he’d clamped his hands around her thighs, the feel of his hot mouth on her flesh.
Sully swirled his tongue around her clit, slowly, drawing it out, teasing her mercilessly.
Mac watched and licked his lips.
Sully pushed two thick fingers inside her, pumped them a few times. He pulled them out, then pressed his hand to Mac’s lips. Mac greedily sucked Sully’s fingers inside his mouth.
“See how she tastes?” Sully asked. “When you next get to taste her, it will be only after I’ve fucked her. Then you’ll taste me, too.”
He tightly gripped Mac’s chin. “Who do you belong to?”
“You, Master!” he gasped.
“And who does pet belong to?”
“You!”
Sully leaned over and kissed him, hard, crushing Mac’s lips. “All of her belongs to me—her body, her name, everything. Just like all of you belongs to me. You don’t get to kiss her lips or suck her clit or fuck her unless I say so. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master!”
“Do you love my pet?”
“Very much, Master.”
Clarisse was caught in an emotional high not quite subspace, fired by her sexual need. She wiggled her hips, trying to get Sully to continue his oral explorations, but he hadn’t finished with Mac yet.
“You may love my pet as much as you want with your heart and soul. You will protect her and care for her, just as she’ll love and care for you. But you only get to have sex with her when I say it’s okay. If you disobey me, you’ll find yourself wearing a CB for years without relief. Do you understand, slave?”
“Yes, Master!”
“I will make sure your needs are taken care of as long as you obey me. I will be generous with my pet, but under my terms. Do you want to fuck my pet tonight?”
“Yes, Master! Please!”
“Then you keep behaving yourself and you’ll get to.” He looked at Clarisse. “Where was I?”
“Between my legs, Master,” she breathlessly gasped.
He chuckled. “Very good, pet.” He laved her clit with his tongue, then wrapped his lips around it and sucked, hard. The bite of pain, combined with the explosion of pleasure, quickly drove her over the edge with a scream. At the last second, she realized she had to release Mac’s cock or she’d risk jerking him off, and beyond that, coherent thought escaped her as she bucked her hips against Sully’s face.