Love Slave for Two: Family Matters (31 page)

“I do so love you,” Tyler said. “I’ve missed this so much.”

When Nevvie cleared her throat, the men laughed. “Hey, what about your mistress?” she playfully griped.

Tyler carefully slipped out from behind Thomas and went to clean up. Thomas rolled onto his back while Nevvie straddled his lap and impaled herself on his rigid cock.

“That’s better,” she said as she closed her eyes.

Tyler returned from washing up and knelt behind her, holding her. “How is he, love?”

“Wonderful,” she sighed.

She relaxed against Tyler as he played with her nipples. Thomas stroked her clit, and Nevvie realized some of the changes in Tommy had effected more than his handwriting and ability to button his shirts. He acted unsure, tentative, as if afraid or having trouble.

Nevvie leaned forward again and Thomas had to slide his hands to her hips. Trying not to be obvious, she nudged Tyler’s hands lower and urged Tommy’s north to her breasts.

Fortunately, Thomas was too engrossed in what was going on to pick up on the situation, but Tyler had clued in. After a few minutes it didn’t matter, because between the sweet fullness inside her and Tyler’s skilled fingers she quickly climbed to release. As he felt her come, Thomas grabbed her hips and thrust, groaning as he climaxed.

Trying to keep her weight off his leg she rested against him, his arms around her. “I love you so much, baby girl,” he said, stroking her back. He looked up at Tyler. “I love you too, mister.”

Tyler leaned in and kissed him. “As I love you, sweet.”

Nevvie kissed Tom. “I love you too, tough guy.”

She carefully climbed off Thomas and noticed him wince. “You okay?”

He nodded. “A little pain. I think I’m going to need a pain pill today.”

Tyler and Nevvie helped him into the bathroom and they took a shower, then back to bed. Tyler fetched him his medicine. Then Tyler and Nevvie curled up next to Tomas in bed, one carefully tucked on each side of him. Together, they dozed.

* * * *

After their nap Nevvie fixed them a late lunch. They ate in bed together, watching TV, Thomas’ past tension and distant attitude completely gone.

When she carefully extricated herself from them later that afternoon, the men questioningly looked at her.

“Where are you off to, love?” Tyler asked. If Tyler suspected she had ulterior motives, he didn’t let on.

“I need to go shopping before I pick Adam up from Eddie and Pete. Did you guys need anything?”

They shook their heads and she kissed them both before leaving. It took her a few minutes to find the store, one of those cases where she’d driven past it countless times without really seeing it but knew it was around there somewhere. Fighting her deep blush, she walked inside.

The girl behind the counter looked younger than her and like she could be working at a coffee shop instead of at an adult sex store. Nevvie told her what she had in mind. The girl was more than happy to help her find what she needed, including making suggestions and referring her to another store not too far away for one of the items.

Now excited as well as embarrassed, Nevvie paid for the items, put them in the trunk to hide them, and made her way to the second store. This wasn’t a bright, cheery place, definitely darker in tone and décor. The man behind the counter was just as friendly as the other girl, albeit a little scary-looking. Sensing her discomfort he took great cares to put her at ease. Thirty minutes later, Nevvie left with exactly what she’d had in mind.

Also hidden in the trunk.

She couldn’t wait to tell Tyler.

Pete and Eddie greeted her with hugs when she arrived to pick up Adam. “How’s things going?” Pete cautiously asked.

“I think he’s going to be okay. I really do.”

Eddie blew out a relieved sigh. “Good. Stupid asshole anyway.”

“No, that’s ‘brain damaged asshole,’” she joked.

Tyler walked outside when she returned home. He leveled his gaze at her. “All right, love. Fess up.”

She grinned. She should have known she wouldn’t get away with it. Before she unfastened the baby from his car seat, she took Tyler around to the trunk and showed him her purchases.

His eyes widened, then he laughed and swept her into his arms, spun her around. She pressed her face against his chest.

“You are sweetly diabolical, love. Absolutely, incredibly, totally.”

“You’ve worn off on me.”

He looked at the items again. “I wondered what you were up do. I didn’t want to say anything in front of Thomas and spoil your fun.”

“He’s still okay?”

“Quite. I dare say he’s finally on the mend.” He left his arm around her waist. “Well, when did you plan on springing this?”

“Tomorrow. Let’s let him get a good night’s sleep.”

Tyler kissed her on the temple again. “Brilliant, love. You are absolutely brilliant.”

“I did good…Master Tyler?”

“You did wonderfully… Mistress Nevvie.”

She pouted. “Do I ever get to play little slave again?”

He dropped his voice to the seductive growl that always made her instantly wet. “How about you’ll always be my little slave, even when you’re playing his sweet mistress?”

Nevvie wanted to rip his clothes off there in the driveway. “Okay.”

Tyler laughed and closed the trunk. “Ah, love, I’ve corrupted you.”

Chapter Nineteen

At least one thing hadn’t changed. Thomas was, as always, a little clueless. Totally unaware of the shared playful grins between Ty and Nevvie, he spent over an hour playing with Adam and watching TV in their bedroom. They ate leftovers for dinner and settled in to sleep.

Nevvie snuck the items inside before bed. The next morning, she got up before the men and made coffee. Adam was still sound asleep. Nevvie counted on at least another hour before he would awaken. She returned to the bedroom and Tyler lifted a sleepy eyelid at her, then winked.

Thomas was still asleep.

She put the items in the bedside table drawer and snuggled beside Thomas. He finally stirred and looked at her.

“Good morning.”

She grinned.

Thomas glanced at Tyler and spotted his pleased smile. “Okay, what’s going on?”

“Not for you to worry about, little slave,” Tyler said. “Go take care of your morning business and get your arse back in bed.”

Thomas smiled but didn’t question them further. When Thomas returned, Nevvie told him to sit on the edge of the bed and close his eyes. Tyler helped Nevvie figure out the lock, and together they put the sterling silver link chain collar on Thomas. Anyone else would think it was a necklace. When they finished, they stepped back.

“Open your eyes,” Nevvie said.

He did, trying to see it then reaching up to feel. “Do I want to ask?” But he grinned.

Tyler crossed his arms. “Mistress Nevvie went shopping for you yesterday, love. She decided it would be best to give our little slave a tangible reminder of who his owners are.”

“And how long am I wearing this?”

Tyler looked to Nevvie, deferring to her.

She took a deep breath and held up the tiny key. “Until we say so. No one will know what it signifies but us.”

“Are you all right with that, love?” Tyler asked Thomas.

“If that’s what my mistress and master want, it’s what I’ll do.” He felt the lock and his fingers came upon the tiny tag. “What does it say?”

“OWL. It stands for, ‘Owned and Well-Loved.’”

He laughed. “Not taking any chances, are you?”

“Bloody hell, we just got you back, Thomas,” Tyler said. “We’re not about to lose you again.”

“Now for the second part of your surprise,” Nevvie said. “Stand up and turn around, put your hands on the bed.”

With a curious look, he obeyed.

“And close your eyes,” Tyler ordered.

He did.

This was new territory for Nevvie. She deferred to Tyler, handing him the butt plug. Then she sidled close to Thomas and rested her hand on his back.

“Hold him open, love,” Tyler said with a grin. Nevvie slipped her hands down Tommy’s hips to his ass, gently spreading his cheeks while Tyler lubed the plug.

Tommy laughed. “Uh oh. I’m in trouble.”

“You sure are,” Nevvie agreed.

His lower lip caught under his teeth as he felt the plug make contact with his rim. His cock instantly hardened.

“Relax, love,” Tyler said. “This will only take a moment.”

“Jesus,” he gasped. “How big is that?”

Nevvie giggled. “Not even as big as Tyler. Quit complaining.”

“Who said I was complaining?” He groaned as Tyler carefully slid it home.

Tyler nodded to Nevvie, who released Thomas after a pat on the ass. “All set.”

Thomas carefully lowered himself to the bed and rolled over, his cock standing at attention. “How long you gonna torture me?”

Nevvie trailed a finger from the base of his member to the throbbing tip. “Doesn’t look like you’re in any agony.”

“I’m not. But this is just plain mean.”

Tyler put the lube away and cast a glance over his shoulder as he headed to the bathroom to wash his hands. “What’s even meaner is you’ll be wearing that for a few hours without relief, love. We want you to remember who your master and mistress are.”

Thomas laughed. Nevvie lay down beside him. “You’re going to remember this for a long time.”

“Uh, yeah, kind of got that.” He wiggled his hips, groaning. “I can’t go anywhere like this. I’ll look like I’ve got a friggin’ pup tent in my pants.”

“You should have thought about that before you misbehaved.”

“Come on, sugar. Give me a little help here.” But he smiled.

Nevvie knew she wore an evil grin and didn’t care. “Nope. You’ll take care of Master Tyler and myself. When we’re happy with your performance, maybe we’ll let you have a little relief.”

Thomas wiggled his hips again, his cock bobbing in the air. “Aw, babe, I promise I’ll be a good boy.”

She carefully straddled him. “Oh, we know you’ll be a good boy. We’re going to make sure you don’t forget this lesson.” She teased him, rocking her hips so his cock rubbed along her clit.

His hands rested on her hips, trying to nudge her over his member. “Gonna make me beg for it?”

Tyler returned and slid into bed next to them. “You’d better believe it, love.” His smile looked as wicked as Nevvie’s.

Thomas made a big deal about sighing. “Well, I deserve it.” He gave them the sad puppy dog look. “Will my master and mistress take pity on me?”

Nevvie burst out laughing. “Oh no you don’t. No puppy dog eyes. Stop it.”

“He is rather lethal with those, isn’t he?” Tyler said. “Maybe we need to blindfold him, take away one of his weapons of persuasion.”

“More like weapons of mass seduction.”

Both men laughed. Thomas looked at Nevvie. “I thought you wanted to use me as your personal stud muffin. How am I supposed to do that if you keep me suffering?”

Tyler laughed again. “He’s got a point there. I hadn’t thought about it quite like that.”

Nevvie frowned and crossed her arms over her chest, thinking. “Do you have any suggestions, Master Tyler?”

He shook his head. “Not off the top of my head, love.” He ran his fingers through Tom’s hair. “Perhaps his torture should be riding him to exhaustion.”

Thomas eagerly nodded.

Nevvie laughed. “Doesn’t sound much like punishment to me.” It was so good to have her playful Thomas back. With him acting like this, she found it easy to forgive him. They had finally broken through his wall.

He pressed against her hips, trying to guide her onto his stiff shaft. “Oh, believe me, sugar. It’s torture. Total punishment.”

She studied his brown eyes and slipped out of their game for a moment. “I know I sort of overreacted the other day—”

“No, you didn’t overreact. I deserved it.” He looked at Tyler. “I promise I won’t let you guys down again. And I promise I won’t keep it bottled up anymore.”

Tyler leaned in and kissed him. “We love you no matter what shape you’re in. And she’s right that, no matter what, you’ll always be our tough guy.”

Nevvie slowly, sensuously impaled herself on his stiff cock. A content sigh escaped her. “I guess I should focus more on using our little slave than I should on punishing him, shouldn’t I, Master Tyler?”

Thomas groaned into Tyler’s mouth. Tyler broke their kiss. “Use him well, love. Because when you’re finished with him, I shall have my turn.”

Nevvie was careful not to put her weight on Thomas’ hips. She leaned forward, bracing herself with her arms while Thomas closed his eyes and held onto her.

Tyler stretched out next to Thomas. He reached between Nevvie’s legs and stroked her clit. “How is our little slave boy, love?”

“Wonderful,” she sighed. She took long, slow strokes, prolonging her pleasure, enjoying the feel of Tyler’s hand skillfully playing with her sensitive nub.

She could easily do this all day but knew Tom’s body couldn’t take it yet even if his spirit was now willing. Nevvie deeply impaled herself and sat up. Both men moaned at the sight of her body. Tyler leaned in, taking one of her nipples in his mouth while playing with the other with his free hand.

Tommy stroked her hips. “Come on, baby. Moan for us.”

Nevvie rocked her hips in a slow, gentle bump and grind as Tyler teased her closer to release. Her slick muscles clamped down on Tom’s cock, drawing another deep, hungry growl from his lips. With the anal plug inside him, he was having a hard time holding back against the sensation.

“Come on, sweetie,” he encouraged. “Give it to us.”

As always, Tyler expertly read her body, knowing how to prolong her climb to release. It was only when he knew Tom was nearly too far gone to hold on that Tyler brought her over, making her cry out as her climax hit.

Tom’s eyes closed as he moaned. He tightly gripped her as he bucked his hips. “Jesus!” he gasped.

Nevvie slumped into Tyler’s arms. He kissed her, and as he leaned back they shared a smile. He stroked her cheek and kissed her forehead.

“You look so beautiful like that,” he murmured. “Breathtaking.”

Nevvie carefully moved, trying not to jostle Tom any more than she already had. His eyes stayed closed, a playful smile teasing his lips.