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  The elevator dinged in the hallway and my heart picked up speed as I waited, kneeling by the door, eagerly waiting for them to return. I was still slightly shocked that this was happening. I hadn’t expected it and my excitement couldn’t be contained.

  They were here.

  For me.

  When the door opened, I kept my gaze down, my palms up, paying attention to how I appeared to them. If Master and Sir listened closely, they could probably hear the solid pounding of my heart against my sternum. I could certainly hear it and it was loud enough to drown out almost everything else.

  Two hands rested on my head briefly and a tingling sensation trickled down my neck, through my torso, and straight to my belly. No doubt about it, I was impatient.

  And hopeful.

  Definitely hopeful.

  “Stand and greet your masters,” Sir instructed, his voice warm with approval.

  Masters. That was music to my ears.

  I got to my feet, then stood in front of them, glancing from one to the other. It took a tremendous amount of willpower not to bounce on the balls of my feet. I was so excited, my cheeks already starting to hurt from smiling so much.

  “Stunning, as always,” Sir said, his eyes roaming over me.

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  His face sobered and he met my gaze. “While we’re away, you belong to us. Only us. You will do everything we ask of you and you’ll do it with a smile.”

  “Of course.”

  “For this experience, you are our submissive, Luci. Not our employee, not our office plaything. Our submissive. Do you understand?”

  “I do.”

  “Good.” He brushed the backs of his fingers down my cheek.

  “Are you ready, pet?” Master held his keys in his hand, his eyes locked on me.

  “Yes, Master.”

  “After you,” Sir said, motioning toward the door.

  Master took my apartment key from my hand, then locked the door. He didn’t give it back and I thought nothing of it. I willingly gave myself to these men. I knew without a doubt that they would take care of me and the fact that I could do so was such a freeing feeling. I’d never experienced anything like it and I never wanted it to end.

  Sir kept me close to his side as we got in the elevator and headed down. Master opened doors and waited for us to exit. It was well choreographed, as though they’d thought it through completely. I’d never given much thought to what it would be like to be in a relationship with two men. And no, I wasn’t jumping ahead of myself; however, Sir had said I was their submissive, which meant, for the time being, I belonged to both of them.

  I was surprised when we approached a sleek black town car idling in the parking lot. Sir opened the door and allowed me to climb inside while the driver took my suitcase and placed it in the trunk. I moved to the middle and then was flanked by both men in the back seat. A few minutes later, we were pulling out of the apartment complex and I was on the verge of bouncing up and down with excitement. It was a hard urge to quell, but I managed. Barely.

  The same couldn’t be said when we arrived at a private air strip a short time later and I noticed a private jet waiting for us.

  I peered over at both of them, then back out the window. My gaze jumped around as I took it all in. Questions burned my tongue, but I remembered what Master had said. Holding back wasn’t easy for me, and they both obviously knew that.

  “Patience, pet,” Sir mumbled against my ear as he brushed my hair back. He kissed my cheek.

  “I’m trying, Sir.”

  “After takeoff, we’ll have to ensure she has something to do with her hands,” Master stated with a wicked smirk.

  He seemed much more laid-back than usual. Sure, he still had that overwhelming dominance that he had long ago perfected, but I sensed that something was different. I liked this side of him.

  Warmth pooled between my legs as we walked toward the stairs that led up to the plane, both men’s hands on the small of my back. I wasn’t nervous about flying, which was likely because I was too excited about where we were going. The fact they weren’t telling me made it that much hotter.

  Once we stepped onto the plane, my eyes were wide as I took it all in. This was one of those jets you saw in movies. All decked out with fancy seats and tables. Nothing like a commercial airliner. If I had to guess, I’d bet good money there was a bedroom on this thing.

  Not that I got to look around. Sir guided me to a chair and I sat, my butt cradled by the buttery-soft leather. There was another chair beside mine and two directly across, facing me. There was a good three or four feet that separated the chairs. Sort of like a lounge area, not at all like a regular commercial plane.

  When I stopped moving around, Sir buckled my seat belt, then kissed my lips before going to the front to have a conversation with a young man who had greeted us when we stepped on. In an effort not to appear as though I was trying to eavesdrop, I found myself looking at Master, who was standing near a small bar, adding ice to two glasses, then pouring an amber liquid in both.

  His gaze shot over to mine. “Would you like something to drink? Scotch? Water? Pretty much anything you could want.”

  “No. Thank you.” I wasn’t thirsty and I didn’t want alcohol to muddle my experience.

  Sir returned a few minutes later and Master passed him a drink before they both took the seats directly across from me. I wasn’t sure what to do or say, so I kept my mouth shut.

  “Once we’ve leveled off, we won’t be bothered for at least an hour,” Sir told Master, sipping his drink as his eyes skimmed over me.

  Master smirked. “I think our pet is about to burst. Is there a question you’d like to ask, little one? That doesn’t pertain to where we’re going?”

  I had a million and I wasn’t sure where to start. Figuring everything I wanted to know was related to where we were going and how long it would take to get there, I finally shook my head. “No, Master. I don’t have any questions.”

  He chuckled, seemingly amused by me.

  “Well, in that case…” Master reached for something on a table beside him.

  I watched, noticing he was holding out a stack of papers. I instantly recognized them as the limits I’d originally listed for him.

  “While you have a few minutes, you can review your limits, make sure there’re no changes. And for those you marked that you needed more information, you’ll see that I added notes.”

  I glanced down at the papers, then back up at him and smiled. “Thank you, Master.”

  He nodded, then leaned back in his chair and continued to watch me.

  When the captain announced that we would be taking off, I leaned back against the leather seat and peeked out the window. I’d been in first class before, but this… There was nothing compared to the extravagance of being on a private jet.

  And I had the feeling there would be nothing compared to all that would happen on this private jet once we were at cruising altitude.

  •

  I was on the last page of the limits, having gone through them twice since takeoff because I wanted to review all those that Master had elaborated on and make the correct selection for me. Considering I was looking at this list through submissive eyes this time, I felt as though my answers were slightly different. Plus, with Master’s detailed descriptions—some far more detailed than even I cared to know—I had a better understanding of what I was looking at.

  I felt as though I’d grown a little where this lifestyle was concerned. I had learned a lot in the previous weeks I’d spent with them, experienced some, and I felt it was appropriate to consider that as I was reviewing my answers. As I was scanning the last line—which pertained to watersports (still a definite hard limit for me)—a large hand appeared.

  “I think you need to take a break.”

  I looked up, taking a second to realize that Sir was the one standing before me. He had removed his glasses, which was my go-to determining factor. However, I had realized not too lo
ng ago that Sir had a small scar on his left eyebrow, which made it easier to determine who was who.

  He placed the papers on the table, then took a seat in the chair beside Master again.

  “Are you doing all right?” Master asked.

  My smile ratcheted up a notch. “Perfectly well.”

  Master smiled in return and I could see he was pleased by my answer.

  “We didn’t even ask if you had an aversion to airplanes.”

  I shook my head. “Not at all. This is the first time I’ve been on a private plane.”

  “You like it?”

  I giggled. “I love it.”

  “Still need something to do with your hands?”

  I grinned even more. “I wouldn’t be opposed to it.”

  Master glanced at Sir, then gave a slight nod.

  “Stand up, pet,” Sir instructed.

  I unbuckled my seat belt and got to my feet.

  Master pointed to the floor between them. “Remove your sweater, then kneel.”

  With their full attention on me, I removed my sweater, loving the heat that consumed me as their eyes grazed my bare chest. No matter how I felt about my body, they had the power to overrule any body image issues with their heated stares alone. They made me feel beautiful, sexy.

  Once I was topless, I knelt on the floor between their legs, resting my butt on my heels while my skirt covered my bottom half.

  “Move a little closer,” Sir said, his tone slightly raspier than before.

  I inched forward, close enough that my breast came into contact with the hand Sir was holding out. He caressed my left breast, cupping it, squeezing gently while Master did the same with the right.

  “You have beautiful tits,” Sir said, continuing to stroke my nipple with his thumb. Their combined touch scorched me, my nipples hardening into painful points as they teased my flesh.

  Master’s hand retreated first, then Sir’s.

  “I want you to cup your breasts,” Master instructed.

  I did as he commanded, curling my hands around my small breasts while I watched them both intently, awaiting further instruction.

  “Squeeze lightly,” Master continued, “then pinch your nipples between two fingers and tug.”

  While I watched them, I did as Master requested. Normally, my breasts weren’t that sensitive. However, as with other parts of my body, they were overly sensitive just from being instructed, from having them watch as I followed their orders to the letter. Admittedly, it was a unique feeling, not something I’d ever thought about. The idea of someone being in complete control of my pleasure and theirs left me aching for more.

  “Pinch harder,” Master stated. “As hard as you can without pushing beyond what you’re comfortable with.”

  That wasn’t as easy to do, but I focused my attention, whimpering when I pinched just a little too hard.

  “Do you like pain?” Master inquired.

  “Some,” I admitted, the word rushing out. “More than I thought I did.”

  To have both men watching me made my insides quiver, my pussy throb. If I wasn’t careful, I would come from touching my breasts, something I’d never had happen before.

  “You’ve come a long way in a very short time, pet.” Master’s voice was pitched low. “We’re both impressed with your progress.”

  “Thank you, Master.”

  “I like that you don’t try to hide from us, that you’re willing to trust us.”

  The former was something I had to consciously work on because my natural instinct was to hide my nudity. But I had learned in the past couple of months that they instructed me to do things that would please them. And that was my main focus.

  “Don’t stop,” Sir snapped when I moaned, my hands slipping.

  I instantly returned to teasing my own tits, tugging on my nipples as I tried to ignore the residual ache that was building inside me. I continued for several minutes until I was unknowingly squirming, the need for friction on my clit overwhelming.

  “I think she likes touching herself,” Master said.

  “Do you, sweet girl?” Sir’s eyes never left my chest. “Do you enjoy playing with your tits?”

  “Only when you’re watching me,” I admitted around another moan.

  “Oh, we’re watching,” he assured me. “When you’re present, it’s hard to do anything but watch you.”

  I was still squirming, my desperation ratcheting up a few degrees. I wanted to feel their hands on me, their mouths.

  “Stop,” Master barked.

  I dropped my hands, my breaths coming rapidly.

  “What else do you enjoy doing?” Sir asked as they both freed their cocks from their slacks.

  My mouth watered with the need to taste them. “I enjoy…sucking your cocks.”

  Never in my life had I thought I would be turned on by dirty talk. Not coming from my mouth, anyway. It was one thing for a man to talk like that, something else for me. However, I could tell they enjoyed it, which made me want to do it more.

  “We enjoy that as well,” Master said, his hand gliding up and down his shaft. “Those sweet lips wrapped around my dick…”

  “Give me your hand,” Sir insisted.

  I offered my left hand. He planted it on his thick cock.

  Master took my right hand without giving me instruction and wrapped my fist around his length.

  “Stroke us,” Master ordered. “Slowly. And don’t stop until we tell you.”

  I started out slow, focusing all my attention on giving them equal pressure, my hands caressing their velvety smooth skin. They hardened even more beneath my ministrations.

  Until I had met my bosses, I’d never thought of a cock as being beautiful, but when it came to Master’s and Sir’s, I could understand the terminology. They were long and deliciously thick with smooth skin and wide, bulbous heads. My body knew exactly what they were intended for and the need for them to fill me was intensifying.

  Not wanting to rush, I kept my pace slow, then added a twist on the upstroke, my thumbs grazing the tips, slipping through the pre-cum that pooled there. They were both intently focused on me, which only made the encounter that much hotter.

  “Mouth or pussy?” Master asked Sir.

  My body stirred as I realized what they were intending.

  “Mouth.” His eyes met mine. “I want those lips wrapped around my dick, want to feel the tightness of her throat as she swallows me.”

  “Stand up, pet,” Master instructed, getting to his feet.

  I stood, then moved directly in front of Sir, who also got up from his seat.

  “Put those sweet lips on my cock, Luci. Suck my dick like you crave it.”

  That wasn’t going to be hard to do because I did crave it.

  Sir reached for me without hesitation, guiding my head down to his groin, pressing his cock past my lips. Bent at the waist, I sucked him in deep, relishing the taste of him. He smelled like sin and it made my pussy drip. I was on fire, my body desperate for release.

  Strong hands toyed with my ass, cupping and kneading after lifting my skirt out of the way.

  “Such a perfect little ass,” Master groaned from behind me.

  He gripped my hips, then answered my silent prayer, guiding his cock into my pussy. He nudged me open with the thick crest, then pushed in deep, pulling me back against him. It was an amazing feeling, his cock brushing greedy nerve endings.

  And there I stood, one cock in my mouth, one in my pussy as they filled me.

  “Now fuck us both,” Sir demanded, his hand resting on my head.

  It wasn’t as easy as it looked, but I managed to rock forward and back, impaling myself on Master’s cock, then taking Sir’s between my lips. I had to focus in order to maintain a steady pace.

  When Sir grabbed my head, pulling me down on his cock, I opened wide, taking him as deep as I could. Then Master slammed into me, driving Sir’s cock deeper into my throat, making me gag.

  “No teeth,” Sir said, his tone not ne
arly as demanding.

  I made sure to avoid grazing him with my teeth while still trying to bring him as much pleasure as possible. When they took over, I submitted, allowing them to take me roughly. It felt naughty to be fucked on both ends by the sexiest men on the planet and I loved every second.

  Sir groaned loudly. “Aww, sweet girl. I’m gonna come down your throat.”

  I moaned, urging him to do so. I wanted to taste all of him.

  Master’s hips slowed while Sir’s picked up speed. He used my mouth, his cock pulsing in warning. I sucked harder, then swallowed every drop that burst onto my tongue as his cock twitched.

  I didn’t have a second to get my bearings, because the instant Sir pulled back, Master slammed into me, grabbing my hips and jerking me back onto his cock. Sir dropped down into the chair and placed my hands on the armrest, giving me something to hold on to.

  The next thing I knew, I was hovering on the verge of climax, my body being pummeled by Master’s rough thrusts.

  “May I come, Sir? Master? Please…oh, God! I need to come.”

  They both answered with a gruff yes and I let the sensations overtake me, my orgasm rippling up from deep in my core.

  “Fuck…yes,” Master groaned, driving his cock as far as possible as he held me there, pulsing as he came inside me.

  I couldn’t deny, my induction into the Mile-High Club was not something that I would ever forget. Not if I lived to be two hundred.

  Four

  AFTER OUR IMPROMPTU EROTIC AIRPLANE session, Sir helped me put my sweater back on while Master took care to clean us both. Then they settled me back in my chair and tucked me in with a blanket.

  “It’ll be a while before we get there, pet. Why don’t you rest for a bit?” Master pressed his lips to my forehead, then fixed the blanket once more.

  For a few moments, I didn’t think I could possibly sleep, but the lull of the plane had me closing my eyes, my body sated, my mind finally at ease. I hadn’t given much thought to how tired I was, but due to the fact that I passed out shortly thereafter, I had to assume they had worn me out.

  In the best way possible.

  I probably could’ve slept for several more hours if it weren’t for Sir waking me before we started our descent to our destination.