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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.
