In the Custody of the Dom (Hideaway Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

blows, nor restraining her, but simply allowing her to work it through and wear herself out.
     
    She tired quickly, and they matched their actions to her waning strength.
     
    She stumbled, and the next thing she knew, she was face down on the carpet with three doms on top of her. Their hold was utterly professional; non-sexual, unbreakable, and painless.
     
    “Sorry. Sorry,” she babbled, barely hearing herself. Someone lifted her head and slid a soft, folded blanket underneath.
     
    “Nothing to be sorry for, darlin’,” said Master Dan, applying just enough pressure to her back to rock her gently from side to side.
     
    The lights in the room had dimmed considerably, and the whole thing felt like a dream.
     
    To be the center of their incredibly intimidating but completely benevolent attention was amazing, and she was momentarily overwhelmed by an unaccustomed sense of security and peace as they assumed total control of her body.
     
    “We’ll just stay here awhile and let you settle,” Master Dan said, quietly. “Pass me that blanket, would you, Jake?”
     
    A moment later, a light but warm blanket was draped over her. It smelled clean. Cleanliness was still a delightful novelty to her, after months in the field.
     
    Nobody moved or spoke for what felt like a very long time.
     
    A large hand encircled her wrist and took her pulse.
     
    “Good, that’s better,” Master Dan said quietly. He released her wrist and rubbed her back. She sighed with relief, almost unable to process the sudden change of situation, from one of hypervigilance in a war zone, where she could be killed or assaulted at any moment, to this dim, quiet room where she felt completely safe and cared for in a way she’d almost forgotten possible.
     
    Master Dan stood up and walked away. Panicked, she tried to squirm around to see where he was going, but the doms didn’t give her an inch.
     
    He came back to kneel in front of her. “Right here, darlin’.” The latex teat had been refilled. He grasped her chin, and slipped the long, rubbery pacifier nipple into her mouth. “Suckle,” he said, quietly, careful not to disturb the dreamlike atmosphere. “Take all of it.”
     
    She closed her eyes, and latched on. It was one of those food-replacement drinks; something that would do you a power of good, but not something you’d ever choose to taste. She made a face.
     
    “Watch her,” said Master Dan, giving her a wink. “See that she keeps drinking.” He shuffled down closer to her hip. Without a word, he pulled on a clean glove, pushed his hand under the blanket and her gown, and gently slipped a thick, lubricated finger into her rectum. He did nothing more, simply allowed her to experience the pleasure of being filled at both ends. It was heavenly; incredibly sexy, yet hugely comforting at the same time, and she made a noise of deep pleasure and gratitude. How on earth did he know exactly what she needed?
     
    Pleasantly foggy as she was, she started in alarm when a loud, helpless sob suddenly tore out of her, and a hot tear ran down her cheek, quickly followed by many more. The pacifier fell out of her mouth, but Master Dan just dabbed her with a tissue and brushed a strand of hair from her forehead before sliding it right back in. “Shh, it’s okay, a perfectly normal, healthy reaction to everything you’ve been through. Let it all go; we’ve got you.”
     
    She nodded, reassured by his words, crying openly as sobs wracked her. Her mind’s eye replaying things she hadn’t yet been able to bring herself to speak of even to close friends. Ironic that this place was called ‘The Hideaway’ when it had made her more raw and open than she’d been for years.
     
    When she’d cried herself out, Master Dan wiggled the teat in her mouth. “I want to see you nursing, sweetheart. You need those liquids, and this’ll give you some extra nutrition for now, since you haven’t been eating.”
     
    She obediently resumed