de Lune, Clair - Fiona's Two Masters [Prometheus in Chains 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (7 page)

“
Bitch, retribution is coming soon
.”

She dropped the cup. She felt the blood drain from her face, and she put her hand over her mouth to stop herself screaming. She thought she would be sick. The orderly coming in to collect her tray asked what the matter was, and summoned security when she told her. Alexander and Ruari came in to check on her, and she saw how worried they looked when they found her in that state. She showed them the note and was glad they decided she was going home with them
at once
. The doctor was not happy, at first. But, when they explained the circumstances and the threat to her, he changed his mind, probably realising that the hospital could not provide sufficient security. He said she could go provided they brought her back immediately if they noticed anything wrong. They took her to Master Angus’s house.

She found out from them that Jack had told them the CCTV footage in the hospital was found to be of little use, as the man who placed the note must have known where the cameras were and how to avoid them.

When they got back to the house, it was to find that Master Angus and Jane had returned from their weekend away. Jane was Emma’s grandma. Fiona had not met her before, but she had heard an awful lot about her from Emma. She recognised Jane, from the photos that Emma had in her room at University. Jane made her welcome, and Fiona was glad that the twins told them all about the situation, so that she did not have to. She liked them on sight.

“Thank you so much for asking me to stay, but I really don’t want to put you at risk. You can see that my ex is a violent man. He won’t care who he hurts.”

“Nevertheless, we really do want you to stay with us,” said Master Angus. He looked at Jane.

“Yes, my dear, we do. Where are you going to go if you don’t stay here? He may be a violent man, but he can’t get to you in this house. You have three large men to defend you. I am sure he won’t want to take them on. Men like him are usually cowards. They can manage to hurt a woman, but don’t have the balls to face a real man.”

Master Angus laughed and patted Jane’s hand.

“Very true, mo run. Besides, if you stay here, Fiona, you will be doing me a great favour. All I hear is weddings, caterers, flowers, and dresses. If Jane had a woman to talk to, I’d be spared so many of those details. I have one of my special parties to organise, for the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee weekend. Sixty years on the throne is well worth celebrating. My party will be something you will not want to miss!”

He smiled at her in such a warm way. She could see the strong family resemblance. She began to weaken.

“If you’re really sure? I do not want to inconvenience you or put you at risk.”

“Of course we’re sure, now come upstairs and I will settle you in the spare room. We can leave the men to talk down here.”

Jane took her arm, and helped her up the stairs. Fiona was very relieved and so happy. They made her welcome and she really did want to stay, and be part of their family. They all looked so happy to be together, and she had been alone for so long!

It took a week for Fiona to get back on her feet, and by that time she was champing at the bit. She was not allowed to go anywhere alone, and they checked to see if she had blood in her urine the first couple of days as the doctor had suggested. The first time she had tried to exclude them from the bathroom, but changed her mind when she saw the look in Master Alexander’s eyes as he said, “We are coming in to check, so accept it.
Tha
t is the way it will be. If there is any more of this silliness, you will only add to the punishment due.”

“What punishment?” she gasped out.

When he waited and looked at her, she hurriedly added, “Master.”

“I told you to wait until we had spoken with Master Eric. Had you waited and not chosen to go out alone, nothing would have happened to you. Gordon would not have attacked while you were with us. That is disobedience and has earned you a spanking when you are well enough to receive it, so don’t make it worse than it need be.”

She let them in then, not wishing to earn more smacks. She only hoped it would be with their hands over their knees, and her cunt clenched in anticipation. They’d continued to shave her pussy every couple of days, and although they had caressed and fondled her, neither of them had made any move to fuck her. She wasn’t happy when they told her that, until the doctor saw her and pronounced her out of danger of internal damage or concussion, that’s the way it would be. She fretted, fumed, and rubbed up against them at every available opportunity until she heard from his stern voice that Master Alexander had had enough. “It’s bad enough we are both ready to explode with frustration at not being able to fuck you, but now you have to make it worse by rubbing up against us. And mark my words, little pet, you will not enjoy the spanking you get if you do not behave yourself,” he said.

She hadn’t thought about it from their point of view. She was frustrated, but so were they. They were doing it all for her, and she ought not to tease them, so a chastened little subbie said, “I’m so sorry, Masters. I didn’t think, I will be good and won’t make you even more frustrated. Can’t I suck your cocks to relieve some of the tension?”

She saw that they were pleased with her suggestion. She slowly unzipped both pairs of jeans, all the while looking them in the eyes, but when she then pulled down their tight, white, knitted boxers, carefully extracting both huge, hard cocks, her eyes were riveted where her hands played. Taking Master Alexander’s cock in her hand, she pumped up and down the shaft while she lashed her tongue over the head and dipped it daintily into the slit of his brother’s. Then she changed over and pumped Master Ruari’s cock with her hand while licking and dipping her tongue into Master Alexander’s.

“Oh yes, lick me. Suck my cock with your hot little mouth,” he said.

She could feel their tension, so she licked up the side of their cocks and nipped on the large veins that pulsed there, loving their growls of appreciation. With a cock held firmly in either hand, she pumped up and down, alternating between the two with her tongue, relishing the two distinct tastes of her men. She hummed and sighed as she concentrated on sucking Master Alexander’s cock into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head, nipping at the back of the head where he was most sensitive. She saw Master Ruari pumping his hand up and down his own swollen shaft, as he watched her pleasure his brother, waiting his turn.

She lashed her tongue over the head of Master Alexander’s cock, lapping at the slit and tasting his pre-cum. “Your tongue in my slit is wonderful. Keep licking me there. I love it,” Master Alexander said.

She began stabbing her tongue in and out his slit and when she felt, from the bucking of his slim hips, that he was unable to stop himself pumping in and out of her mouth. She knew he was nearing his orgasm. She redoubled her efforts, sucking Master Alexander as he approached completion.

He gripped her head, holding her tightly to him, growling.

“Yes. Your hot little mouth on my cock is going to make me come in your mouth. Swallow all my cream, little subbie.”

She swallowed the scalding-hot semen and licked his softening cock clean. It was Master Ruari’s turn next. She released Master Alexander’s cock and took his brother’s into her mouth, dipping her tongue into the slit, in the little stabbing motions that seemed to drive him wild, before finally sucking as hard as she could. She felt him still then explode into a fierce orgasm, pulsing jets of hot, salty semen to the back of her throat.

“Yes. Swallow it all, little darling. Swallow all my cum.” Master Ruari growled as he continued to pump his cock in and out of her mouth until all his salty offering was finished.

She would
always
know them apart. There were differences between the two, and she well knew which Dom was which from his scent and taste, which she loved.

She did her duty, tucked both men’s cocks carefully back into the white boxers, then zipped up the flies. Finally, she sat back on her heels and looked up into two very satisfied and loving faces. Now where had that come from? she thought. The look of love in the eyes of both men surprised her, but she thought it must be because of their satisfaction at achieving relief, and wondered if they did indeed love her, as she was beginning to love them.

Chapter Fourteen

At the usual weekly meeting of the Doms of Prometheus in Chains there was one item of importance on the agenda. The club’s owner, Prometheus, started the meeting.

“Right, let’s get onto the first item, which is very serious,” Prometheus suggested.

They discussed the security issue. Angus, part owner of the club, was not at all happy that Gordon and Jackson had managed to get into the car park at all.

“For fuck’s sake, we pay a fortune for security, and they bypass it all with a bloody folded blanket.”

Prometheus was losing his legendary cool. They had broken glass along the top of the high stone wall around the property, but the two men had thrown a thick blanket over it and scrambled over the top.

“We need a security guard on the gate with a barrier to be opened for known cars. I have ordered razor wire installed on top of the wall so they will not get in again that way,” Prometheus stated.

He looked at Eric who had a suggestion.

“I’ve had miniature cameras installed on the outside walls by the entrance. The gates needed painting
so t
he cameras were fitted at the same time. It is unlikely that Gordon and Jackson would realise what was happening. The cameras can’t be seen unless you know where to look. If we just close the gate, then they are going to go after her somewhere else where we can’t defend her so well. I propose we set a trap.”

Angus thought about it. He remembered the trap that Eric had set to prove it was the sub, Jessica, who had stolen Emma’s identity to get back at her grandmother, Jane, and him. Eric had fallen in love with Emma and, when she had been in trouble, he had been only too willing to help her. He had caught Jessica in the act of sending abusive emails to the Doms in the club and Emma had been exonerated. That had solved that problem with the minimum of fuss, so he listened to what Eric had to say, and the plan was worked out to the satisfaction of all.

Chapter Fifteen

Gordon was not a happy man, Jackson could see.

“That bitch is living with those two, and I cannot get at her. She doesn’t go anywhere alone.”

He was pacing the hotel room as he spoke and getting increasingly agitated. Jackson began to wonder if it had been such a good idea to come with him, but he had enjoyed the times Gordon had forced Fiona to let him fuck her, and had wanted more. Gordon had said he’d a long and painful session of punishment planned for Fiona, and Jackson was looking forward to taking part in that. Now, Gordon seemed to be losing it, and would get them caught.

There was no member of Gordon’s family to rally round and put pressure on her down here, like his mother and sister had done when the silly cunt had tried to have Gordon charged. Now, all of a sudden, she had two huge men with her all the time. He would do better to go back home and leave Gordon to it.

“Well, you will have to be patient. They will get careless if nothing happens for a while, and then it will be your chance. It’s only been a week or so.”

“‘Our chance,’ you mean. You are not leaving now, Jackson.”

“No, Gordon, of course not,” Jackson assured him but began to think it was time to cut his losses and go. The enjoyment of fucking Fiona, and helping to punish her, was not worth the risk of getting caught.

“We are going to stake out that club tonight and every night until I get her back. The bitch is mine!” Gordon shouted, and they did just that. Gordon never let him out of his sight, so he had no option but to stay. They were both tired out, and he for one was fed up with the whole idea. It was not worth the effort. There were plenty of other fish in the sea, but for some reason Gordon would not let her go.

They followed the car carrying Fiona and waiting until she left, then followed from a distance. Jackson had urged Gordon to make no attempt to get to her while she was in Master Angus’s home and to stay well back as they followed the car taking her there.

“They don’t know we are following them, and one of these days they’ll leave her alone and we’ll get our opportunity,” Jackson soothed. Gordon was becoming a real pain in his obsession, and the men he had seen Fiona with were large and looked as if they could handle themselves. They were much bigger and beefier than either he or Gordon. Jackson didn’t like the odds against them. He didn’t like pain. Oh, he didn’t mind inflicting it on others, especially women. He even enjoyed that, but he didn’t like being on the receiving end. He had a nasty suspicion that they were going to be on the receiving end, and soon, but he could see no way of getting Gordon to give up any day soon. He had promised Gordon’s mother, a close friend of his own mother’s, to keep an eye on him, and to try to keep Gordon out of trouble. He was torn between his promise to her, and his natural instincts for self-preservation. He decided to wait a while longer, but if the situation got worse, or he felt he was risking his own liberty, Gordon would be on his own, promise or no promise. Jackson’s mother wouldn’t expect her only son to risk prison on Gordon’s account.