attention that had been lavished upon me night after night … and still it made no difference. When Jerico fastened his mouth upon my breast, my nipple hardened. Soreness rapidly gave way to pleasure. Nick cupped my other breast, teasing the nipple with his tongue until it stood erect, then suckling it.
My sex flooded with moisture. My stomach clenched with anticipation and I realized that I was indeed a slave. They had tortured me with pleasure until they had trained my body to respond to their command. I could not fight them in any way, couldn’t even withhold the cries of pleasure that scraped my throat raw.
I wanted it. If anything, I wanted it far more than I had the first time they had taken me. Then I had missed something I’d never actually had—great sex. Now, I knew what they would do to me. I knew what great sex was and how thoroughly they would please me.
I took Rance’s cock into my mouth, ignoring the soreness of my jaws, suckling him as I knew was expected. My body clenched, my sex drenching itself with moisture so that when Trey nudged the opening of my sex and penetrated my body, he found that I was ready for him.
He took his pleasure. I gave Rance pleasure with my mouth, and my body exploded with pleasure that was almost painful.
One by one, I pleasured them all, finding when they were done that as exhausted as I was, I was still quite willing to accept what I believed would come next, another session on the bed.
They had spoiled me. I was addicted to their lovemaking by now, addicted to the crashing pleasure that washed through me as each mounted me in turn.
When they had rested, they removed my manacles and lifted me from the bench. Laying me gently on a bed of pillows, they bathed me. A leather corset was placed on me next, different from the one I’d worn.
This had straps that came up over my shoulders, though my breasts were left exposed. It was tugged tight around me. When they’d finished, I was allowed to sink back onto the pillows.
Rance knelt beside me. Cupping my chin, he tilted my head up, looked into my eyes for a long moment, and then lowered his mouth to mine, kissing me deeply. I was breathless when he at last ended the kiss.
“You are slave no more, but princess of the dungeon. We are your slaves, sworn to obey your every whim.”
I stared at him. “You mean … I can leave?” I felt dismay flood through me. In the beginning, I would almost certainly have welcomed the chance to escape their attentions. Now, I felt bereft at the thought of never having them again.
He hesitated. “If you wish. Or you can stay. We want you to stay with us, live with us.”
“Live here?” I exclaimed, stunned, disbelieving ... hopeful.
“Look,” Trey said uncomfortably, “we went a little overboard—OK a lot. We didn’t mean to. It was just supposed to be a night of wild sex. But it was such a turn on to be with someone who seemed to enjoy it as much as we did that we just didn’t want to stop.”
Nick nodded. “We got so caught up in the fantasy that we didn’t think about the fact that we’d probably cost you your job by keeping you here … until it was too late, anyway.”
“So, when we realized that, we knew we had to do something to make it up to you. And we decided to offer you the job of being our dungeon mistress … full time.”
Trey frowned. “That was one option. Actually, my favorite, but we decided we should also offer you an alternative. If you’d rather, we can get you a job where we work. It wouldn’t pay all that great, just a dollar or so above minimum wage, but it would be good experience and you’d have something to use for a reference if you decided to leave the company.”
I studied their handsome, eager young faces and felt happier than I could ever recall. They actually seemed to care—I saw no anxiety, as if it was concern for their own sakes, that I might try to sue or something—And I suppose I could, even though it would be damned