Their Virgin Mistress (Masters of Ménage #7)(121)

Tori had never imagined she would enjoy this type of play. Of course she'd never thought to use the word play in the bedroom before she'd met these men, but now it seemed to be one of the sweetest words in the world. Play. It was something lovers did with trust and openness.

As Callum had worked the plug into her backside, she'd been overwhelmed with the sensation. It wasn't pain. There had been pressure, then an added sense of relief as she'd opened to him, and he guided the plug in and out. She'd felt a sense of satisfaction that she'd been able to do this. Pride, even. It wasn't merely for them. She wanted to own her sexuality, and for her, that meant trusting them and letting them guide her into this new, sensual world.

The plug in her backside stretched her wide, but she had no doubt that Callum would fill her even more. She licked the cock in front of her, rolling her tongue over the warm skin of Oliver's dick. She loved the little bead of liquid that coated her tongue. It pulsed from the slit of his cock, salty and clean and wholly masculine. His hand found her hair and he thrust the head into her mouth. She softened around him, allowing him inside as she sucked. 

They were playing with her, without any real intent to come. It was evident in the gentle way they were fucking her mouth. When Oliver wanted oral, he could be deeply aggressive. He would never hurt her, but he would take control, thrusting himself in and out while holding her head in his hands. She didn't have to work when he took over, merely follow his lead. Today, they were playing, allowing her to explore and revel in her power. Every groan she elicited made her more confident in her ability to please a man. Three men, to be precise.

She sucked softly on Oliver's cock, rubbing her tongue down the underside as she took him in slow pulls of her mouth.

Before she could really work her way down, Rory was gently tugging her head to the side. She couldn't forget him. No. She had to give them equal time, and she was sure in a moment that Callum would want his, too.

"Look at me," Rory demanded.

She raised her head, gazing at his beauty. Rory's sandy blond hair was mussed, and she loved how young and happy he looked. He was always impeccable in his three-piece suits, forever the very image of a captain of industry. Here, he was her lover, her eager Master. He smiled down at her.

"I love you," he said. "You should know that and I intend to tell you every single day."

Those words had frightened her so much once. But as she'd held Oliver the day before, she'd known that no matter what could have happened, she wouldn't have traded her time with him. If she ached, then it was because she'd loved. Even the ache would be better than the emptiness of her life before them, without them. She'd been a ghost walking through the world with no thought past protecting her wounded heart. Now she knew her purpose. It was to love and be loved by them.

To be their wife. Their friend. Their partner and their sweet sub.

"I love you, too. I love you all." Now that she'd made the decision, she couldn't imagine her life any other way. She would have been so lonely without them.

"Turn over slowly," Oliver commanded. "Whatever you do, don't lose that plug. Callum will start all over again, and I might die. I'm very delicate, as you know."

Yes, Oliver was so delicate. Actually he'd been a big baby about getting shot and hitting his head. He'd moaned and required excessive handholding. He'd insisted on keeping her close. Even his brothers had acquiesced to letting Tori stay by his bedside because he'd seemed so pathetically needy.

What Rory and Callum didn't know was that when they'd left to eat supper, Oliver's delicate self had pinned her to his hospital bed and had his way with her. He'd claimed he needed sex in order to heal. He'd taken full advantage of his time with her and one nurse had seen way too much of them.

Funny, she would have been horrified even a few weeks ago. Now all her fears and hang-ups seemed so silly. Everyone made a fool of themselves from time to time. The only real mistake was to take herself too seriously.

She had no doubt they would all make a habit out of getting alone time with her. However, she would always enjoy the times they were all together.

"But I wasn't done with you two." She'd wanted to bring them both to orgasm, to have them fill her mouth and drink them down. She'd been intending to up the ante and get her way. It wasn't like they couldn't go again after a brief rest. They could be insatiable.



       
         
       
        

"Not going to happen today." Oliver clasped her waist and helped her turn.

The plug seemed huge in her backside. She clenched around it, not wanting to begin again any more than the rest of them did. She had to think about every move she made. This was what Callum wanted, for her to be aware of parts of her body she'd never thought about before.