Chapter 4
CHAPTER 4
“You agree that for the next seven days Ford and Noah will be your Masters and Dominants, and you will be their submissive. That means you will follow their orders, let them make all the decisions, and take care of you,” Master Derek looked at Serena, who nodded without saying a word.
Noah was proud of their girl for agreeing so easily. He knew it wouldn’t be easy for her to give up her independence to them, especially in front of a witness. He also knew this week of submitting to them was what she, and they, needed. Later in the week, they would approach the discussion of becoming a permanent throuple, but for now he was content just to have her under their command.
Seducing her into their lives forever would take more than an after-breakfast meeting with Master Derek, but Noah knew he and Ford were up for the challenge.
“Words, sweetheart. Negotiations of this type require verbalization of confirmation or dissent.”
He watched as Serena dropped her head for a moment before lifting it. Taking a deep breath, she straightened her back and shoulders before answering.
“Yes, Master Derek, I agree. While we are here Master Noah and Master Ford will make all decisions for me and take care of me in any way they see fit.”
Master Derek nodded before looking at Ford, who sat beside Serena, and then to him where he stood behind their chairs. “And do you gentlemen agree to the conditions set forth in the negotiated contract? To protect, care for, and make decisions only in the best interests of both your submissive and yourselves?”
Noah nodded, but when Derek raised an eyebrow at him, he said, “I agree.”
“As do I,” Ford said a moment later.
Derek signed his name to the bottom of the contract Noah and Ford had worked up and emailed him before their arrival. Serena had read and agreed to it that morning before breakfast.
Noah watched as Derek turned the contract and pointed to where they signed. Serena signed first, followed by Ford. Finally, he stepped around their chairs and scrawled his name on the blank line.
Derek took the paper back and added it to a file folder with their names on the front. Standing, he rounded his desk. Ford and Serena stood as well and they made their way to the door that led directly into the lobby.
“Congratulations. You are a contracted BDSM throuple for the next seven days. Please let me, or any of the staff, know if you need anything or have any questions,” Derek said as he opened the door.
Ford stepped back and allowed Serena to shake the Ranch owner’s hand before shaking it himself.
Noah then stepped up and extended his hand. “Thank you.”
“Good luck,” Derek said with a smile as they shook hands.
Noah nodded, though he was not sure why he would need it. After all, he and Ford had been a couple for years. They had been an informal throuple with Serena as their submissive third at their local club for the last year, and both he and Ford hoped that by the end of their stay at Rawhide Ranch they would tear up the contract they’d all just signed and make the seven-day commitment a permanent one.
Ford wrapped one arm around Serena and his other around Noah’s shoulders. Noah followed his lead then shifted around so they formed a three-person hug huddle.
“What shall we do now?” Serena said, looking from Ford to him and back again as she yawned widely.
“The first order of business is a talk about the rules of our household followed by a nap. We could all use one,” Noah said before leaning over and brushing a kiss on Serena’s temple.
“We have a whole BDSM resort at our disposal and you want to take a nap?” Serena looked stunned by his suggestion.
“The resort will still be at our disposal after a nap,” Ford said, backing him up. “And your Masters are in charge of all decisions, right, honey?”
Serena gave a small sigh before nodding. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” Ford brushed a kiss on her forehead.
A moment later, he released his hold on Noah’s shoulder. They straightened from the triangular huddle to a line with a man on either side of their woman. Ford kept his arm draped over her shoulder while Noah dropped his to lay across the middle of her back as they headed across the lobby and down the hall to their room.
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Once they were back in their room, Serena was surprised the men didn’t order her to strip and get on her knees to give them both blowjobs. Her pussy was wet and needy after negotiating the terms of her submission with Master Derek. Now she was more than ready for sex with either or both of the men. But, as Ford had pointed out in the lobby, she was no longer in charge. They were now responsible for all decisions.
And apparently sex was not in the plan. Yet.
She could only hope that plans changed, and fast.
Once the door was secured, the two men led her to the small table near the patio door and they all sat. She was surprised to see a tray on the table that held a number of small, covered bowls. Goldfish crackers, small square wheat crackers, two colors of cheese cubes mixed together, nuts, gummy bears, and her favorite multi-colored chocolate candy were all represented. There were also three bottles of water on the tray.
Noah took lids off the bowls while Ford twisted the top off one bottle of water and handed it to her before handing the second, unopened one to Noah and claiming the third for himself.
Without another word, Noah scooped several crackers into one palm before using his hand to feed them to her one at a time. He also ate a few as he fed her. This care was but one of the things she’d come to love about these two. They may be the Dominants when they played sexy games, but they were also two of the best caretakers she’d ever met.
As she ate, she looked around the room, impressed at the luxury she hadn’t seen the night before. The rustic vibe she’d felt in the lobby was continued here with hardwood floors instead of carpet, and matching wooden beams spanning the length of the ceiling. The bed was a king-size, four-poster, covered with a beautiful lightweight quilt she would swear was handmade. She could see O-rings set in the posts at various heights that fired Serena’s imagination as to how Ford and Noah could use them.
She could see a small patio area just outside the sliding-glass door. A low fence surrounded it and beyond the patio was the swimming pool, where several people were playing and splashing each other while someone else churned out laps.
A comfortable silence settled over them as they finished eating their snack. Serena shook her head when Noah offered her some candy. “I’m full, thanks.”
She watched in awe as the men finished the rest of the food in just a few minutes. Then they turned their full attention to her.
Ford studied her for a moment before stating, “Naptime.”
He pulled her to her feet and led her toward the big bed while Noah carried the tray across the room and set it in the hall just outside their door.
“But we just got up,” she pointed out, hoping he didn’t hear the whine in her voice.
“We’ve been up long enough for you to be yawning and looking like you could use some more sleep,” Ford pointed out with a sharp look in his eyes that reminded her that they were in total charge of all decisions here in this place.
Serena sighed as something that felt like a boulder on her shoulders loosened and fell away. “Yes, Sir.”
She cooperated with Noah as he stripped her out of her clothes. He looked at her for a long few seconds before pulling her nightshirt over her head. She was amazed that his hot, intense gaze didn’t set her on fire.
He tucked her into bed before stripping to his underwear and climbing in beside her. Together they watched Ford do the same and climb in on her other side.
Ford laid on his back before pulling her into his side with her head on his shoulder. Noah slid closer to spoon against her back. She wanted to wiggle, but the presence of the two hot-blooded firemen stopped her so she lay stiff and still, afraid to do more than breathe.
“Relax, close your eyes, and sleep, honey,” Ford ordered gently two minutes later.
“Not sure I can, Sir,” she whispered as she used a single fingertip to trace a line down the center of his chest to the top edge of his boxers. “I need… something… to help me relax. Please, Master.”
She was not sure if she sounded sexy or not but had a feeling she had struck a nerve when Ford grabbed her hand and pulled it back up his body. He flattened her palm in the middle of his chest and laid his hand on top of it to hold it still.
“Behave or you’ll be sleeping on the floor with your hands cuffed behind you.”
Serena sighed and said a soft, “Yes, Sir,” before forcing herself to close her eyes.
At least that way she would look like she was sleeping, even though she was wide awake and horny. Noah’s hard cock pressing into the valley between her ass cheeks didn’t help her not-sleepy situation either.
It was only a few minutes before Ford began to snore softly. So, it wasn’t her who needed a nap, it was him.
Serena tried counting sheep and working multiplication tables in her head, but she couldn’t shut down her brain. She was wide awake and wanted to go exploring the Ranch, not lie here not sleeping.
She froze when Noah’s hand stroked down the front of her chest and belly between her body and Ford’s side. Would he give her the release her body demanded?
“You’ll have to hold very still so you don’t wake Ford,” Noah whispered, his breath wafting against her earlobe. “Can you do that?”
Serena nodded without saying a word.
A moment later, Noah’s hand slid over her hip and thigh to the hem of her nightshirt. He then began pushing the material north, clearing his way to her pussy. A moment later, his warm palm cupped her bare mound. Two fingers bracketed her needy clit as the tips of his fingers brushed over the opening of her pussy.
Her wet, needy pussy.
Shifting her hips, Serena hoped Noah would move his fingers and do more than just cup her mound. Instead of getting him to do more, her movements had the opposite effect.
He lifted his hand away from her body.
“No,” she breathed, the whine clearly heard.
“Are you going to stay still and quiet?”
“Yes, Sir. I’ll be good,” she promised, hoping her body would agree with her words.
“You’d better, because if you wake up Ford, we’ll both be in trouble. Only it will be your ass paying the penalty for not sleeping.”
Knowing he would not hesitate to sacrifice her to Ford’s wrath, she sighed before repeating, “I’ll be good.”
Her assurance earned her a kiss on the side of her neck just under her earlobe as his hand settled back against her mound. She fought to remain still when he began to stroke over the wet opening of her pussy. His movements remained slow and gentle.
“Such a good girl you are,” he praised as he massaged her clit between the sides of his first two fingers.
Serena couldn’t help the soft whining sigh that escaped as he played.
Noah’s fingers froze for several seconds. They felt like a lifetime to her. When Ford remained asleep, he shifted his hand so that two fingers could slip into her pussy while his thumb began to rub circles over her knotted-up clit.
Everything in her lower body tightened as she worked to remain still. She was able to follow his orders, just barely, until he curled his fingertips and stroked them over the special spot inside her channel. That simple touch sent her flying. She began to hump backward against Noah’s body in an attempt not to wake Ford while panting and fighting the urge to scream.
Noah continued to slide his fingers in and out of her pussy. His gentle touch brought her down slowly. She made a small protesting sound when he eased his hand from her body to cup it over her mound.
“Such a beautifully responsive girl,” he whispered in her ear before brushing a kiss on the side of her neck just below her earlobe. “Now go to sleep.”
Serena didn’t have the brain cells or energy to respond. Closing her eyes, she relaxed completely and floated away on clouds of post-orgasmic bliss.