Chapter 11 #2
Master Séverin sits on the couch beside us, his cock still out, still half-hard.
And his face is almost ethereal in its stern, chiseled beauty.
He reaches out, and my two Masters hold their twined hands against my body.
And at this moment there is such a sense of symmetry.
No. Symbiosis. It’s as though we are some newly created creature, extensions of one another.
I have never felt so close to anyone in my life.
I wish this could be our forever.
We spend perhaps another two months together at the Lake Tahoe house.
They have even had me dress in clothes Master Erek bought for me, and have taken me on drives around the lake, telling me how beautiful it will be there in the approaching fall, which I can feel in the air already, and in the winter with snow all around.
I spend every night in their bed with them.
We have talked and fucked—although Master Séverin has only ever fucked my ass and my mouth.
This is fine with me, although I would love more.
But he is who he is, and I wouldn’t change him.
He loves me, and that’s all that really counts. His love and his absolute dominance.
I’ve learned about how Master Erek grew up in Denmark, mostly, although he’s spent most of his adult life here in the Sates, and time off and on in London, which explains his near-lack of an accent.
I’ve learned that Master Séverin sometimes calls him ‘The Viking’, which makes sense given his heritage and the tattoos I’ve now had a chance to study more closely: a Viking ship, runes, the face of the god Odin, a fierce Valkyrie covering his inner forearm.
I’ve also learned of the losses he’s suffered: both his parents, his best friend when he was a child.
And I begin to see that what they’ve been telling me is true.
That we all suffer. That we all—the people of the world, and perhaps even more so, the kink world—have something in common.
We’ve all felt pain, and there are times when only either enduring it or giving it as the gift it is in our strange world can help us to feel better.
To cope with life. With the memories that haunt us.
With the fear of what the future might hold.
I have come to love them more and more each day.
More with every day or night of torture and pleasure.
More with every dinner in which I get to sit at the table and even drink some wine while we laugh together, as though we are perfectly normal people.
But I love them just as much when I am made to eat on the floor from a bowl, or when they leave me laying face-down on the smooth kitchen tiles for hours, as they did at the cabin.
I have come to love them even more when Master Séverin has a bad night, and I see how loving and tender Master Erek is with him. And when they reach out to me for what comfort I can offer, I feel it is as much a gift to me as it might be to them.
But mostly our dear Master Séverin is well and happy enough—as happy as he can ever be.
I strive to bring him as much relief as I can, and at times the only way is to let him beat me particularly hard, or to put me into the burning hot bathtub and fist me after one of Master Erek’s scorching enemas.
But now, afterward, it’s Master Séverin who loves to rub a cooling cream into my sore, pink skin, and his touch is so indescribably lovely when he’s being gentle with me.
It’s that contrast between his hard, cruel shell and the sweetness he often shows me.
That these two things can be present in one complex being.
Yes.
These are the things that make me fall more in love with them both.
We’ve just come back from one of our drives when Corinne greets us in the kitchen, holding out a large brown envelope to Master Séverin.
“This arrived by messenger while you were gone, Sir.”
He nods as he takes the packet, and opens it there in the kitchen, pulling out a sheaf of papers. Then, setting them down on the counter, he goes to the refrigerator and pulls out a bottle of champagne, which they always have in the house.
“Glasses, Corinne,” he says as he pops the cork, then pours the three glasses she’s set out, handing one to Master Erek and one to me. “Come, into the living room.”
The two of them sit on one of the leather sofas, and gesture for me to sit across from them.
“The time has come, our sweetest Mina,” Master Séverin says.
“Mistress Clara has signed the papers releasing you to us officially. But the deed isn’t done until we hear it from your lips.
Do you want to stay with us? Will you be with us, belong to us, until it’s time for me to depart this world, then with Erek after?
Slave or not, this choice must be yours. ”
“I told you weeks ago, Master. My feelings haven’t changed. If anything, they’ve grown so much deeper. And if you sent me away now, my heart would break.”
“Do you feel you need more time?” Master Erek asks. “Or is there anything about this arrangement that doesn’t suit you?”
“I’ve looked at the contract the two of you gave me. I’ve read it over and over. Not because I had any doubts, but because I cannot wait to belong to you. In fact, the ten years specified seems like… not enough time with you.”
My eyes sting with tears as I say the words, because we all know Master Séverin won’t last nearly that long.
Master Erek smiles. “Then tomorrow we sign the contract. We must have a witness from our community, which I believe you already know, dear Mina. Our friend Madame Gemma will come to bear witness that you have not been coerced, and that you sign of your own free will.”
“But tonight…” Master Séverin says. “Tonight we will have our own celebration. Come now, and sit on Master Erek’s lap.”
I get up, my heart pounding, but with the most dizzying excitement I’ve ever felt. Exploding with love and pure adoration for these two men. My Masters. I am already theirs in every way that counts.
As I reach the other side of the coffee table, Master Erek commands me, “Undress.”
I slip out of my sweater and the knit dress they had me wear for our drive, and they fall to the floor.
Then I bend to unzip my tall brown suede boots and slide out of them, leaving me naked.
I never wear undergarments, even when we go out.
It would feel too strange to me. Finally back in my natural state, I climb onto his lap.
He turns me with his big, strong hands until my back rests against his chest, then he wraps his arms around my waist. Master Séverin leans over and drops a quick kiss on my lips, leaving me hungry for more.
Then he straightens and goes to the cabinet that holds his collection of implements and brings out a wooden box, which he sets on the glass coffee table.
He opens it and pulls out what appears to be needles, and I try not to shiver at the sight of them.
It’s not that I’ve never done needle play, but I hate it. It frightens me in a way even knives don’t. I don’t really know why. But as he steps nearer with the evil little bits of metal, a shudder passes through my body like a hard, wracking sob I’m unable to control.
“I believe we’ve just found her worst fear, my love,” Master Erek announces, joy in his tone.
Master Séverin lets out a low, deep chuckle, which does nothing to calm my nerves.
But then he leans in to kiss me once more, his mouth coming down on mine, and I press my lips to his desperately.
Desperate to escape the impending needles.
Desperate to show him my love for him, my absolute willingness to serve.
Master Erek locks his arms around my ribcage, so tight it hurts and will likely leave bruises.
I understand why when Master Séverin take a large-gauge needle and, pulling my nipple out with strong fingers, until it’s hard despite my raging fear, he swabs it with an alcohol wipe, then pierces it quickly.
“Ah!”
The tears start immediately. Not so much because it hurts, but because I’m so damn afraid.
But then he does the oddest thing. He slips the needle from my nipple and takes Master Erek’s finger and pierces the tip with the needle, then does the same to his own.
He squeezes a few drops from each of their fingers, and massages it into my bleeding nipple, then he leans down and takes it into his mouth and sucks.
I am so full of wonder, I can’t begin to decipher what’s happening. But somehow the fear has faded away. Instead, I feel cherished in a way I never have before. Trusted. Connected.
Loved.
From some distant place I understand how utterly fucked up this would appear to anyone else. But it doesn’t matter.
Master Séverin lifts his face. “We are bonded now. The three of us. Tomorrow will only make it official. But we feel it. And that’s what truly matters.”
He leans up to kiss me, and I taste the blood on his tongue. Then he goes back to my still-bleeding nipple and draws it into his mouth, and I can see the drops of blood on his lips as he leans up to kiss Master Erek.
I am so overcome with emotion, all I can do is cry. But I know that makes Master Erek happy. And that him being happy makes Master Séverin happy.
He’s right. We have all that matters. It’s this. The three of us. My belonging to them, heart and blood and soul.