Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

I find the bathroom and it’s all white marble, with a soaker tub and an enormous shower with a bench built in. If I weren’t on a time constraint, I’d linger here. But instead, I shower quickly, not at all surprised to find the body wash smells like tangerines. Then I do my hair into two long plaits and slip into the white robe.

I don’t think it’s been an hour yet, and I pause to take in the view, allowing myself only a few seconds. There will be time for that later.

Downstairs, my two Masters are sitting in the living room, a large room with a vaulted ceiling, a white stone fireplace with those incredible windows on either side, and a pair of white leather couches. Master Erek beckons, and I go to him, kneeling at his feet, but not before I’ve spotted Master Séverin on the opposite couch stroking a long-haired cat whose fur is black as coal.

Master Erek pulls me up beside him, and the leather is cool beneath my mostly bare bottom.

“No kneeling tonight, Mina,” Master Séverin says. “Tell me, do you like cats?”

“Oh, I… To be honest, I’ve had very little contact with cats, Master.”

“I see. Well, this is Mouse, and I love her dearly, so you’re to be kind to her. And if you are, she will likely curl up with you when you’re made to sleep on the floor. Or perhaps even when we allow you to sleep with us. Come over and say hello to her.”

I feel as if this is one of the strangest scenarios for a slave, my mind constantly questioning everything, moment by moment. Or maybe that’s simply my anxiety. New situations are always difficult for me, and I have no context for what is happening here. But I stand and move toward him.

“Good Girl. Now offer her your hand. Yes, open palm. Excellent.”

Mouse sniffs my fingertips, then rubs her head against them.

Mastre Séverin smiles, and it lights me up inside. “She likes you. Very good. Now come sit beside me and let’s see if she’ll go into your lap.”

I do as he says—of course I do, despite the gentleness of his tone. I am still a good slave, always. Mouse makes her way to me slowly, and Master Séverin smiles at her tenderly as she climbs onto my lap, looks up at me, and makes a small squeaking sound.

“Ah, yes. A bond has been forged, “ Master Séverin says, pleasure in his voice. “Now stroke her fur and she’ll stay with you a while.”

Again, I do as he says, sweeping my hand down her smooth back, and the cat begins to purr. I never knew the sensation could be so comforting. It makes me wonder what else I’ve missed in life.

“While we wait for dinner, tell us more about your mother, and the way you grew up. Yes, I understand it’s difficult to talk about, but we are to have some difficult discussions, the three of us.”

I nod, but then take a few moments to gather my thoughts. He’s right—I don’t like to talk about my childhood, and rarely have before. But these are my Masters, and not only people I obey, but people I have love for. I take a breath.

“Well… it’s not the most cheerful story. But I know you want me to be honest. I was raised in the dark underbelly of Hollywood. I don’t mean to be dramatic. It simply was what it was. Street prostitutes. Junkies. People looking for a cheap thrill, and there were plenty to be had.

“And my mother…she sometimes made some cash working as a stripper, but then she’d get too high and nod out, and miss her shift. There are only so many strip clubs, even in a place like Hollywood, and eventually she’d been fired from them all. So, then she started turning the occasional trick, sometimes in our apartment.” I look down at Mouse, taking some comfort from her purring.

I look up at them again before I speak. “She was beautiful, my mother. And intelligent. She was oddly well-read, given the way we lived. She knew classic literature, loved to watch old black-and-white movies on our shitty, ancient television. Citizen Cain was a favorite, and she loved Hitchcock movies. Looking back, I realize she could have been anything if she hadn’t been an addict. But she’s long dead, so that’s neither here nor there now.”

“Isn’t it, though?” Master Erek asks. “It’s part of what shaped you. Do you have any good memories of her?”

“I do, although I don’t think of them as often as the bad. But…yes. She read to me sometimes, and when she did it was books like Dickens, or even Shakespeare. But my favorite was Robinson Crusoe.”

“That was mine, too, when I was a boy,” Master Erek says. “What did you love about it?”

“I suppose I related to his loneliness,” I answer truthfully, looking down again at Mouse in my lap. “My childhood was so, so lonely. I wasn’t one of those kids who could bring a friend home from school, and so I had very few friends. I was on my own, mostly, other than those rare moments my mother and I shared.”

“I’m sorry,” Master Séverin says.

“No, it’s fine. It is. I’m fine. And I need to say, this is not why I was drawn to kink. I don’t understand why people think we just use it to heal ourselves. Or that it’s something we need to be healed from.”

“But I do think we use it to heal our wounds,” Master Séverin says. “It’s healed me of so much. So much I didn’t think I could bear. I don’t need my sadism to be fixed—I agree with you there. But it is absolutely catharsis for many of us. It’s a release from whatever is weighing on us. Now, lift Mouse from your lap and come climb over mine.”

This is so much more comfortable for me, and my mind shifts gears, from a girl who can have a philosophical conversation to a Girl who serves.

When I lie face down over his lap, he slides the silky robe up and immediately starts a hard, bare-handed spanking. And in moments I sink into the pain, my brain and my body filling up with the lovely endorphins, and my mind settling into my role.

I feel Master Erek as he settles onto the white leather next to Master Séverin, and he slips a hand under me and pulls my tit from the robe. As he begins to tug and pinch my nipple, a small sigh escapes me, and I writhe against Master Séverin’s hardening cock.

Without even speaking, the two of them shift on the couch, until I’m sitting on Master Erek’s lap, my back to him, and he’s pulled his thick cock from his trousers. He reaches under me to swipe at my soaking pussy, then wipes the wetness onto my asshole. I take a breath and force myself to relax as the head of his cock nudges me. Then he rams it in, and I sigh in pleasure, in pleasure that is pain. Pain that is pleasure. Is there really any difference anymore?

Once he’s buried deep in my ass, he parts my legs, opening them wide, and Master Séverin pulls an ottoman over to sit on, right between my spread thighs, and as he plays with my clit, Master Erek begins to arch up into me.

Pleasure builds so quickly, I’m breathless. Then my darling Master Séverin shoves his fingers into my needy cunt, and I explode without warning. I’m overcome with horror even as I shudder with pleasure.

“Oh, God, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, my Masters. I’m so sorry.”

They both laugh, and I’m relieved. For the moment, anyway. I’m certain I will be punished at some point.

“Master?” I ask Master Séverin, eyeing the bulge in his trousers. “Is there anything I can do for you? Please?”

He pauses for only a moment, then gives a nod of his head and stands before me.

Master Erek groans and pushes up into my ass, and I sigh happily. I wait as Master Séverin unzips, then pulls his long, beautiful cock out and presses it to my lips. I breathe softly on the head, dart my tongue out to taste his hardening flesh, and he moans quietly. Encouraged, I lick the shaft from bottom to top, then, taking the length of it in my hand, I wrap my lips around the tip and swallow him down.

“Yes…” he murmurs, urging me on.

As I begin to work his cock with my mouth, Master Erek starts pumping, his thick cock filling my ass, leaving my pussy too empty, but I suspect I’ll come anyway, if they allow me to. He feels too good, thrusting into my asshole, and with Master Séverin’s gorgeous dick in my mouth as he begins to really face-fuck me, I am in heaven.

I gag and sputter, but Master Séverin rams even harder, and just as I begin to choke out, he withdraws, letting me breathe. As he presses his cock back into my mouth, Master Erek wraps my face in his big hand, wiping my tears with his thumb.

“Yes, Mina girl. Cry for us,” he says.

We all know, I’m certain, that my tears are from being choked out with cock, but it doesn’t matter. It seems to make him happy, anyway.

He thrusts harder, until he’s ramming his cock as deep into my ass as it will go, and once more my lovely Master Séverin shoves his cock deep into my throat. I gag until he pulls out, and more tears spill as I struggle to catch my breath. He does it again, then again, until I’m dizzy from the lack of oxygen. Until I’m ready to come again. Then, when Master Séverin presses his cock between my lips one more time, Master Erek reaches around and grabs it at the base, close to his lover’s balls, and begins to jack him as he fucks my mouth.

Master Séverin groans, his hips moving faster, in rhythm with Master Erek fucking my asshole. Then he moves Master Erek’s hand away.

“No. Don’t need it, love.”

He shoves his cock hard and deep into my throat, his hips rocking, and at the last moment he pulls out, jizzing onto my face just as I feel Master Erek’s hot come filling my ass.

“Ah, yeah…” Master Erek sighs, wrapping his arms around my body, pulling me close.

Master Séverin sits on the couch beside us, his cock still out, still half-hard. And his face is almost ethereal in its stern, chiseled beauty. He takes reaches out, and my two Masters hold their twined hands against my body. And at this moment there is such a sense of symmetry. No. Symbiosis. It’s as though we are some newly created creature, extensions of one another.

I have never felt so close to anyone in my life.

I wish this could be our forever.

We spend perhaps another two months together at the Lake Tahoe house. They have even had me dress in clothes Master Erek bought for me, and have taken me on drives around the lake, telling me how beautiful it will be there in the approaching fall, which I can feel in the air already, and in the winter with snow all around.

I spend every night in their bed with them. We have talked and fucked—although Master Séverin has only ever fucked my ass and my mouth. This is fine with me, although I would love more. But he is who he is, and I wouldn’t change him. He loves me, and that’s all that really counts. His love and his absolute dominance.

I’ve learned about how Master Erek grew up in Denmark, mostly, although he’s spent most of his adult life here in the Sates, and time off and on in London, which explains his near lack of an accent. I’ve learned that Master Séverin sometimes calls him ‘The Viking’, which makes sense given his heritage and the tattoos I’ve now had a chance to study more closely: a Viking ship, runes, the face of the god Odin, a fierce Valkyrie covering his inner forearm. I’ve also learned of the losses he’s suffered: both his parents, his best friend when he was a child. And I begin to see that what they’ve been telling me is true. That we all suffer. That we all—the people of the world, and perhaps even more so, the kink world—have something in common. We’ve all felt pain, and there are times when only either enduring it or giving it as the gift it is in our strange world can help us to feel better. To cope with life. With the memories that haunt us. With the fear of what the future might hold.

I have come to love them more and more each day. More with every day or night of torture and pleasure. More with every dinner in which I get to sit at the table and even drink some wine while we laugh together, as though we are perfectly normal people.

I have come to love them even more when Master Séverin has a bad night, and I see how loving and tender Master Erek is with him. And when they reach out to me for what comfort I can offer, I feel it is as much a gift to me as it might be to them.

But mostly our dear Master Séverin is well and happy enough—as happy as he can ever be. I strive to bring him as much relief as I can, and at times the only way is to let him beat me particularly hard, or to put me into the burning hot bathtub and fist me after one of Master Erek’s enemas.

But now, afterward, it’s Master Séverin who loves to rub a cooling cream into my sore, pink skin, and his touch is so indescribably lovely when he’s being gentle with me. It’s that contrast between his hard, cruel shell and the sweetness he often shows me. That these two things can be present in one complex being.

Yes .

These are the things that make me fall more in love with them both.

We’ve just come back from one of our drives when Corinne greets us in the kitchen, holding out a brown envelope to Master Séverin.

“This arrived by messenger while you were gone, Sir.”

He nods as he takes the packet, and opens it there in the kitchen, pulling out a sheaf of papers. Then, setting them down on the counter, he goes to the refrigerator and pulls out a bottle of champagne, which they always have in the house.

“Glasses, Corinne,” he says as he pops the cork, then pours the three glasses she’s set out, handing one to Master Erek and one to me. “Come, into the living room.”

The two of them sit on one of the leather sofas, and gesture for me to sit across from them.

“The time has come, our sweetest Mina,” Master Séverin says. “Mistress Clara has signed the papers releasing you to us officially. But the deed isn’t done until we hear it from your lips. Do you want to stay with us? Will you be with us, belong to us, until it’s time for me to depart this world, then with Erek after? Slave or not, this choice must be yours.”

“I told you weeks ago, Master. My feelings haven’t changed. If anything, they’ve grown so much deeper. And if you sent me away now, my heart would break.”

“Do you feel you need more time?” Master Erek asks. “Or is there anything about this arrangement that doesn’t suit you?”

“I’ve looked at the contract the two of you gave me. I’ve read it over and over. Not because I had any doubts, but because I cannot wait to belong to you. In fact, the ten years specified seems like…not enough time with you.”

My eyes sting with tears as I say the words, because we all know Master Séverin won’t last nearly that long.

Master Erek smiles. “Then tomorrow we sign the contract. We must have a witness from our community, which I believe you already know, dear Mina. Our friend Madame Gemma will come to bear witness that you have not been coerced, and that you sign of your own free will.”

“But tonight…” Master Séverin says. “Tonight we will have our own celebration. Come now, and sit on Master Erek’s lap.”

I get up, my heart pounding, but with the most dizzying excitement I’ve ever felt. Exploding with love and pure adoration for these two men. My Masters. I am already theirs in every way that counts.

As I reach the other side of the coffee table, Master Erek commands me, “Undress.”

I slip out of my sweater and the knit dress they had me wear for our drive, and they fall to the floor. Then I bend to unzip my tall brown suede boots and slide out of them, leaving me naked. I never wear undergarments, even when we go out. It would feel too strange to me. Finally back in my natural state, I climb onto his lap.

He turns me with his big, strong hands until my back rests against his chest, then he wraps his arms around my waist. Master Séverin leans over and drops a quick kiss on my lips, leaving me hungry for more. Then he straightens and goes to the cabinet that holds his collection of implements and brings out a wooden box, which he sets on the glass coffee table. He opens it and pulls out what appears to be needles, and I try not to shiver at the sight of them.

It’s not that I’ve never done needle play, but I hate it. It frightens me in a way even knives don’t. I don’t even know why. But as he steps nearer with the evil little bits of metal, a shudder passes through my body like a hard, wracking sob I’m unable to control.

“I believe we’ve just found her worst fear, my love,” Master Erek announces, joy in his tone.

Master Séverin lets out a low, deep chuckle, which does nothing to calm my nerves. But then he leans in to kiss me once more, his mouth coming down on mine, and I press my lips to his desperately. Desperate to escape the impending needles. Desperate to show him my love for him, my absolute willingness to serve.

Master Erek locks his arms around my ribcage, so tight it hurts and will likely leave bruises. I understand why when Master Séverin take a large-gauge needle and, pulling my nipple out with strong fingers, until it’s hard despite my raging fear, he swabs it with an alcohol wipe, then pierces it quickly.

“Ah!”

The tears start immediately. Not so much because it hurts, but because I’m so damn afraid.

But then he does the oddest thing. He takes Master Erek’s finger and pierces the tip with the needle, then does the same to his own. He squeezes a few drops from each of their fingers, and massages it into my bleeding nipple, then he leans down and takes it into his mouth and sucks.

I am so full of wonder, I can’t begin to decipher what’s happening. But somehow the fear has faded away. Instead, I feel cherished in a way I never have before. Trusted. Connected.

Loved .

From some distant place I understand how utterly fucked-up this would appear to anyone else. But it doesn’t matter.

Master Séverin lifts his face. “We are bonded now. The three of us. Tomorrow will only make it official. But we feel it. And that’s what truly matters.”

He leans up to kiss me, and I taste the blood on his tongue. Then he goes back my still-bleeding nipple and draws it into his mouth, and I can see the drops of blood on his lips as he leans up to kiss Master Erek.

I am so overcome with emotion, all I can do is cry. But I know that makes Master Erek happy. And that him being happy makes Master Séverin happy.

He’s right. We have all that matters. It’s this. The three of us. My belonging to them, heart and blood and soul.