CHAPTER 7
Despite her comment, there wasn’t another round of play in store for her that night. Ray told her to get dressed and they spent the rest of the night talking with friends and eating from the delicious potluck buffet spread.
When she started yawning, Ray called it a night. “Come on, kitten. Time to put you to bed.”
The next morning when she woke up before her men, she felt sore in ways she hadn’t felt sore in a long, long time.
Good ways.
In the bathroom, she turned and examined the bruises on her ass. She smiled. Yep, it was a riding crop. The unmistakable shape was etched in purple on her butt. As she ran her fingers over the marks, she enjoyed the feeling of them there. Some subs didn’t want marks.
Not her. She loved proof of the night remaining on her flesh for a couple of days. It also meant sitting down would be a constant reminder and keep her more than wet until they faded.
Giggling, she pulled on a robe and went to the kitchen to start the coffee before going outside to get the morning paper. Ray was just waking up when she carried both in to him a few minutes later. Oot wanted to be left alone on Sunday mornings. He would likely sleep past noon.
“Here you go, Sir.”
He sat up, yawning. With an arched eyebrow he noted her attire. “What’s that robe still doing on you?”
“Sorry, Sir.” She shucked it and dropped it to the floor.
“You know,” groused Oot from his side of the bed, “some of us are not fricking morning people, if you don’t mind.”
Ray reached over and swatted his rump through the sheet. “Then if you’re going to be that way, go back to sleep. I like having her all to myself sometimes anyway.”
“Too late.” He yawned as he rolled over. He reached out and pulled her to him for a deep, good-morning kiss. “You woke me up.” He peered beneath the sheet. “Not all of me is as awake, though. Give me a little bit of time to catch up.”
Ray sipped his coffee. “How are you feeling this morning?” he asked her.
“Good. Really good.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. I said I’m good, Sir.”
“That’s not what I mean.”
“Are you okay with what happened last night, Sir?” A slow smile crept across his face. “Very.”
She looked at Oot.
He arched an eyebrow at her. “Hey, you heard no complaints from me last night, did you?” He gave her his soul-melting grin.
Ray pulled the sheet back, and she noticed with glee his cock had stiffened. “Definitely no complaints from me.”
“Morning wood, Sir?” she playfully asked.
“Maybe more.” He set the steaming mug on the table and lay back with his hands crossed behind his head. “Why don’t you find out?”
She needed no further encouragement. She dove onto his cock, sucking it deep into her mouth. It only added to the heat of the moment when she glanced at Oot and saw the smile on his face and the heat in his eyes as he watched her.
Ray let out a satisfied groan. “Oh, you’re such a good girl for the two of us, aren’t you?” He spread his legs to allow her better access to his balls. She gently cupped them in one hand as she stroked the base of his cock with the other.
Working hard and fast, it didn’t take her long to get him fully erect and throbbing under her attention. Soon, he rewarded her with the taste of pre- cum.
“Good girl,” he hoarsely said. His hands settled on the back of her head, urging her faster, deeper, as he thrust his hips in time with her motions.
This was what she loved, craved. Blow jobs were at the top of the list of things she enjoyed doing. She knew some women found it distasteful, but there was a powerful feeling to having a man vulnerable, his most sensitive body part in her mouth and between her teeth.
“Get ready, kitten,” he grunted as his juices exploded into her mouth. With a happy moan of her own, she went deep, sucking, milking every last drop from him until his cock finally softened and went limp in her mouth.
His hands didn’t leave her head. He twined his fingers through her hair while she curled up between his legs with her cheek resting against his inner thigh.
“Ahh,” he said. “Such a very good girl.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Are we really okay, Sarah?” Ray asked. “Last night wasn’t too much
for you?”
“She said she was okay,” Oot said. “Didn’t you?” He looked at her.
She lifted her head. She looked at Ray, then Oot. “We’re really okay.
And if you think the two of you are getting rid of me anytime soon, think again.” She still had her hand cupped around the base of Ray’s now-limp shaft. She wiggled it a little. “Looks like Mr. Happy here enjoyed last night, too.”
“He did.”
“I know I sure did,” Oot said, letting out a yawn. “Sorry. The whole not-awake-yet thing.”
Ray lifted one hand and crooked a finger at her in a come-hither motion. “And if you think we’re about to get rid of you anytime soon, you’d better think again.” He kissed her. “We have handcuffs, and we’re not afraid to use them to keep our kitten. Right, Oot?”
“Yeah,” Oot said, hooking an arm around her and pulling her back against his chest. “Get used to it. We don’t let our kittens run free. The two- or four-legged varieties.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Oot nipped the back of her neck. “I’ll get my turn after I’ve had my coffee.” He eyed Ray’s mug. “Where is my coffee, by the way?”
“You were still asleep. You told me to let you sleep.”
“Ah. So I did. Good girl. Now go get me my coffee, please.”
She wiggled her rump against him. Poor Oot really wasn’t a morning
guy. “Right this second?”
She felt Oot’s cock stir a little against her ass. “Hmm. Maybe not right
this second. Let’s give it a minute and see what happens. You know it gets me all hot and bothered watching you suck his cock.”
Ray laughed. “Make up your mind. You’ll have her all confused.”
“Like she minds.” He nipped the back of her neck again. “If she minded, she would have run screaming from us a long time ago when we
told her we loved her.”
“You have a point there,” Ray agreed.
She giggled. “No, I don’t mind. Why would I run from my owners? I love you.” “I love you, too,” they said in unison, glaring at each other for a second before laughing. She laughed with them. If life never got any better than this moment, it would still be perfect. And it looked like she’d have a lot of years of perfect moments with
them.