Love Slave for Two

Chapter 24

Two weeks later, Thomas drove them to the airport. The flight was uneventful and they landed at JFK a little after five. A few people recognized Tyler on the plane so Nevvie behaved, not wanting to draw unnecessary attention. Tyler seemed unconcerned, holding her hand, oblivious to anyone’s opinion. The publisher sent a private car and driver to meet them. Once safely ensconced in the back seat, Nevvie felt free to lean over and kiss Tyler.

“Too bad Thomas couldn’t be here,” she said.

Tyler nodded, looking through the final itinerary given to him by the driver. “Why don’t you call him, let him know we’re safe and sound.” He browsed his New York Times.

Thomas answered on the second ring. “How was the flight?”

“I behaved myself.” She caught Tyler’s eye and winked.

“No chance to join the Mile High Club?”

She blushed. “Not this flight.”

“Where are you?”

“In the car.”

Thomas’ voice growled in her ear. “Well, I think you owe your poor Master Tyler a little relief, don’t you?”

Her breath quickened. “What?” she whispered.

“You heard me, little slave. Keep the phone to your ear and lean over and unzip him.”

Her heart thundered. “Okay,” she breathed, feeling the blood rush between her legs.

Tyler perused the paper, not paying attention to her conversation until she briefly met his eyes as she shifted position and bent into his lap. He adjusted the newspaper to hide her and stretched his legs as she unzipped his slacks and freed him.

Thomas knew what this did to her. “Are you wet, baby?”

“Mm hmm.”

“Go down on him. Is he hard yet?”

“Oh, yeah.” She wrapped her lips around Tyler’s instantly-hard shaft. She swirled her tongue around the ridge at the base of the head.

Tyler softly moaned and closed his eyes.

“Well,” Thomas said, “deep throat him, sugar. I want you to suck him dry for me.” He gave her commands over the phone as she drew soft groans from Tyler.

Beyond caring if the driver knew what was going on, Nevvie only cared about pleasing her boys. She used her free hand to massage his shaft and sac, trying to ignore the nearly uncomfortable ache between her own legs. After a few minutes she felt him tense and prepared, taking him deep into her mouth. As he came, one hand dropped the paper and cupped the back of her head.

When he finished he took the phone from her.

“Thank you, lover,” he whispered to Thomas.

She sat up and adjusted his clothes, zipped him, and smiled. Tyler kissed her.

“Did our girl take good care of you?” Thomas asked.

“Yes, she did. We’ll call you later when we’re settled and can repay the favor,” he whispered, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Make sure you do. I want to hear her moan.”

“That I’ll do.” He hung up and kissed her. “Do you know how much I absolutely love you, sweetheart?”

“Don’t you mean, ‘little slave,’ Master?” she asked coyly.

He grinned. “Bloody hell, woman. I’ll be walking around hard all weekend if you keep doing that.”

“That’s a bad thing?”

He stroked her chin and kissed her again, gently taking her lower lip in his teeth and tugging a little. “You are wonderfully, sweetly kinky,” he whispered.

“But only for my masters.”

He moaned again, sitting back and patting her leg. “I’m in trouble, I fear.”

She turned as he closed the hotel room door and leaned against it.

“Lock it,” she said.

He smiled and flipped the dead bolt and safety bar. “Better?”

“Yes.”

He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, his blue eyes smoldering. “That’s the last command you give me tonight, isn’t it, little slave?”

She nodded, loving this game, loving him. The dull, needy throb had quieted during the ride to the hotel, but his words and gaze brought it back with a full-fledged pounding.

“I think you should get undressed and get in bed.”

She nodded, her pulse beating in her ears. How he did that to her, she didn’t know. Didn’t care, to be honest. Never in her life had she felt such knee-weakening desire as she did with Tyler. Thomas too, in a similar way, but Tyler pierced through her very core, as if he knew exactly which buttons to push.

Nevvie unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it to the floor, followed by her slacks, bra and panties. Tyler still wore his shirt, but had unbuttoned it. “How would you like me, Master?” she asked.

“Flat on your back for starters, love.” He made a call and moved to stand at the foot of the bed while she complied. “Hello, lover…yes…hold on.” He set the phone to speaker mode and placed it on the bed. “Can you hear?”

From the sound of his voice, she knew Thomas was smiling. “Perfectly. Is our little slave ready?”

Tyler’s eyes never left hers. “I suspect she’s more than ready, Thomas.”

Thomas laughed. “Nevvie, sugar?”

“Yes, Master?”

“You’re going to talk to me while he’s making love to you, darlin. I want you to describe it all to me, you hear?” Tyler had draped his shirt over a chair and was working on his slacks.

“Yes, Master.”

“So what’s he doing?”

She licked her lips as Tyler shucked the rest of his clothes. “He’s taking off his clothes, Master.”

“Is he hard?”

Tyler turned from the chair and she spotted his rigid shaft. “Very.”

He smiled and knelt over her, kissing her, exploring her mouth with his tongue. He moved lower, tracing the curve of her neck down past her collarbone, and she gasped.

“He kissed me…now he’s kissing my breasts.”

From Thomas’ hoarse grunt she knew what he was doing on his end of the phone. “Is he licking your nipples?”

She closed her eyes and moaned as Tyler took one nipple into his mouth, gently nipping it with his teeth until it peaked with desire. He played with the other, using his fingers to tease it into a similar state.

“He’s sucking on one and playing with the other.” Saying it honed her passion to a fine edge. She tangled her fingers in his hair and tried to rub against his hip but he chuckled under his breath and moved teasingly out of reach.

“Do you want him to go lower, baby girl?”

“I want to feel his tongue on me, Master.”

Tyler moaned around her breast and moved south.

“Is he doing it, sugar?”

She lifted her head and caught Tyler’s gaze and teasing smile for just a second before he plunged between her legs. Nevvie threw her head back and moaned. “Oh, God, yes!”

“Use that sweet tongue of yours on her, Ty. I wish I could be there now, watching you. Talk to me, Nev.”

Nevvie was nearly beyond speech. “He’s running his tongue around my clit. Oh, God, that feels good!”

“Do you want to feel his fingers in you too, baby?”

“Uh huh!”

“Ask him.”

“Please fuck me with your fingers, Master!”

Tyler wrapped his lips around her swollen nub as he stroked two fingers in and out of her wet heat. She was close. “He’s doing it,” she gasped.

Thomas panted. “Jesus, you sound so freaking sexy, sugar. I bet you’re really wet, aren’t you?”

Tyler was an expert at keeping her on the edge for what felt like hours. It hadn’t taken him long to unlock secrets about her body she never even dreamed existed. “Yes!”

“I’m close, Ty,” he growled. “See if you can bring her over with me. Talk to me, Nevvie. Tell me what’s going on.”

Nevvie twisted her hand in the sheet and moaned into the pillow. “I’m—I’m so close!”

Tyler’s fingers changed tempo. He stroked her clit with his tongue and she felt her climax start. “He’s—oh, God, I’m coming!”

Tyler drew it out, finessing her body as they heard Thomas groan over the phone. She felt like she wouldn’t stop, her nerves stretched on a thin, heated wire, Tyler drawing it taut time and again as wave after wave of pleasure swept through her. As her descent started she trembled from the power of the feeling. When Tyler knew she’d finished he gave her mound one last kiss before working his way up her body.

“How are you, lover?” he asked Thomas.

Thomas gasped, “Jesus, that was good.”

“Did I do good, Masters?”

“Sugar, that was amazing. You sounded great.”

“Thank you.” Her eyes once again locked onto Tyler’s.

“Now you two have some fun. I’m going to take a shower and grab a bite to eat and read a little while before I go to bed. Love you both.”

They said goodbye and Tyler put the phone on the table. “My turn, sweet.”

She wrapped her arms around him as he kissed her. Then he spent long, teasing minutes suckling one, then her other breast, stirring feelings deep in the pit of her belly. Before him she’d never dreamed she could have such strong—not to mention so many—orgasms in one day, much less in the span of a few minutes. But he could do it to her, more so than Thomas. Thomas always made her climax, but Tyler had the gift of coaxing multiple orgasms out of her even when she didn’t think her body could take it. Before long the deep, throbbing ache returned with a vengeance.

He knelt between her legs and lifted them over his shoulders, making her moan when he plunged into her wet heat. He took several long, slow strokes before settling all the way in and slowly caressing her clit with his thumb.

“I want you to come again for me, my sweet angel,” he whispered. “You came for your other master, now you’ll come for me, won’t you?”

She nodded, his eyes touching her soul.

She would, too. She couldn’t refuse him, and he knew exactly how to bring her back to the top. Feeling him deep inside her, bumping her G-spot, only intensified the sensation. As she spun toward release she cried out and thrust against him, wanting him to fuck her. He grabbed her hips and pistoned his stiff cock as deep as he could, far deeper than Thomas ever went it felt like, filling her, owning her.

When the final explosion hit she arched into him, screaming his name. His body stiffened as he emptied deep inside her and held himself there for a long moment before lowering her legs and dropping his head to her chest.

She wrapped her arms and legs around him and kissed the top of his head.

“I love you, sweetheart,” he murmured against her flesh. “I love you so much. You have no idea.”

She hugged him tightly to her. “I’m yours forever. Ever and ever,” she whispered.

He rolled onto his back, pulling her with him, his heart still thrumming in his chest. In this way, too, he differed from Thomas. Thomas liked to cuddle, never a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am kind of guy. Tyler had to cuddle after making love, as if he needed the extra contact with her—or Thomas—as the post-coital bliss receded. She loved that about him, just one of the things that made him uniquely Tyler.

Nevvie was dozing when he finally kissed the top of her head. “Did you want dinner?”

“Do we have to go out?”

“No, I’m sure they have room service.”

She cuddled closer. “Okay. But let me lie here a while longer before you move.” Nevvie was nestled against his side, reluctant to break the spell he had her under.

“Did I wear you out, love? Not already? We still have two more days.” She loved his playful chuckle.

“I need some time to recharge, that’s all.” Tyler’s cell rang, interrupting her peace. “Shit.”

He stretched over her to reach it, looked at the screen. “Sorry, sweet, it’s Elliot. Hello?” She watched him while he talked. At one point he winked at her, making her smile. After a moment he said, “Hold on, mate.” Tyler held the phone over the side of the bed. “He wants to take us to dinner,” he whispered.

She groaned and pulled a pillow over her head. “That figures.” She sighed. “Fine.” Nevvie slipped her hand between his legs, making him jump. “But,” she purred in his ear, “don’t be surprised if your little slave tortures you.”

He grinned and cleared his throat before speaking while Nevvie massaged his limp cock in her hands, stirring some interest. “Uh, sure, that’s fine. Want us to meet you?…Right. See you in an hour.” He hung up and rolled her onto her back, making her giggle.

“You are a naughty girl,” he growled, kissing her, his cock springing to life. “What am I to do with you?”

“I could think of a lot of things, but not in the space of an hour.”

He sighed. “Right. Let’s shower and grab a taxi.”

Nevvie liked Elliot, hadn’t seen him since her last trip to New York with Tyler, although she frequently spoke with him. He was a short, loud, likeable native New Yorker with a Brooklyn accent. Tyler led her by the hand to Elliot’s table in the restaurant. She didn’t miss the publicist’s brief, questioning glance. He obviously sensed the change in her relationship with Tyler.

Elliot gave Tyler a hearty handshake and pat on the shoulder, and gave her a gentle half-hug and air kiss on her cheek. Both men waited for her to sit.

“So? How was the flight?”

“Splendid, as usual. First class hasn’t failed me yet, Elliot.”

Nevvie noticed Elliot’s eyes flicked to her then back to Tyler. “How’s Thomas? I’m surprised he didn’t come with you.”

Tyler put his elbows on the table and cupped his hands together, motioning Elliot to lean in. Dropping his voice so it wouldn’t carry, he said, “Everything’s fine. The three of us are fine.” Then he sat back and took a sip of water, watching Elliot’s reaction.

Elliot didn’t move, glancing at her, then back to Tyler. He lowered his usually loud voice to a whisper. “I’m not going to have to deal with weird shit like them whackos in Texas, right?”

Tyler smiled. “Thomas and Nevvie and I are perfectly happy together.” He winked at her. “Aren’t we, sweetheart?”

She blushed a little but smiled, clasping her hands together on the table so Elliot could see her ring. “Absolutely.”

Elliot eyed the ring then sat back. “Then mazal tov, my friends.” He took a sip of his water. “Lucky bastards.”

“I got the better deal,” Nevvie said. “Two for one.”

Elliot grinned. “You’ve got a live one here, Ty. Better keep her on a short leash.”

Nevvie and Tyler looked at each other and exploded with laughter.

“There’s nothing to it, sweet.” Tyler slid, naked, under the covers next to her. “Just smile and talk. I do that all the time.”

His calm demeanor amazed her. “But it’s The Today Show!”

He kissed her shoulder. “They are normal people. You’ve seen how fans sometimes react to me. All goo-goo because they’ve met a famous writer. It’s the same. I, however, can pick my nose when I work and not worry about ten million people watching me do it.”

“Ew!” She laughed. “I hope Thomas remembers to tape them.”

Tyler nuzzled the back of her neck. “I’m sure he will, love.”

“You keep that up, you won’t get to sleep any time soon.”

He kissed the back of her neck. “You mean that?”

“Mmm hmm.” She sighed. “I like this. But it’s kind of weird.”

“How so?”

“Without Thomas here.”

“I miss him too, sweetheart.”

They settled in. She tried to sleep and couldn’t. The way his body cupped hers, she felt his soft member comfortably nestled against her.

While she wasn’t quite ready to take that one last step, give that final piece of herself to them, she was curious.

“Are you asleep?”

“Not yet,” he mumbled. “What’s wrong, sweet?”

“Nothing.”

He lifted his head when she didn’t continue. “What?”

“I was just wondering.”

He rolled her onto her back so he could look at her. “Do we play twenty questions, love, or do you tell me?”

It was the question she’d pondered, especially after watching Thomas and Tyler make love to each other so many times. “How does it feel?”

He must have been tired. “How does what feel?”

“You know.”

He finally grasped her meaning. “You mean…” He ran his tongue down her neck to the base of her throat, drawing a soft mewling sound from her, making her heart race. “How does it feel to have your lover slide his sweet cock into your arse?”

She nodded, breathless. “Yeah. That.”

His soft chuckle did what it always did to her. Sensing her state, he skimmed his hand down her belly to rest tantalizingly still between her legs. “You don’t really want to do that tonight, do you?”

“I’m…curious.”

He teased her with his finger, slipping it inside her then sliding up to draw slow, sensuous circles around her clit.

“We think it feels good. When you’re truly ready to give yourself to us like that, we will make sure it feels good for you, too.” He slipped his finger inside her again and she closed her eyes, the muscles in her belly tight under his arm as he worked his finger into her, then back around her clit. “We will never force you to do anything, love.”

He maintained a sexy rhythm with his finger, circling her swollen nub just enough to make her pant for more, then back inside her, gathering more cream with every stroke. He could keep her gasping for hours like this and had on several occasions.

Tyler tenderly kissed her, exploring her mouth with his. That’s when he changed his pattern. Instead of running his finger up to her clit he slowly inched his way south to her virgin rim, gently massaging her, but making no move to press in.

She gasped, tensed, then relaxed when she realized he wasn’t going to penetrate.

But she liked it.

He broke their kiss and worked his way to her ear. “This is why we should wait. You’re still too nervous, sweetheart. Besides,” he ran his hand to her clit and gently rolled it between his thumb and fingers, drawing a passionate moan from her, “I would rather wait until it’s the three of us together to share it.” With that, he made her come.

She clutched him, closing her eyes and pressing her body into his as he whispered in her ear, “That’s it, my angel, come for me.”

Panting, she went limp in his arms.

“Did I finally wear you out, love?”

She weakly nodded but felt him pressing stiff against her hip. She nudged him on top of her, kissing him, moaning again as he slipped inside her.

Tyler nestled his head against her neck while she gently raked her nails down his back, rolling her hips to meet his thrusts. He was different when they were alone. Not drastically, but she noticed.

Then again, so was Thomas.

Nevvie felt him tense inside her, knew he was close. She wrapped her legs around him and whispered, “Come for your sweet slave, Master.”

He cried out and thrust deeply several times, then came buried inside her.

When he caught his breath he rolled to his side, cradling her in his arms, kissing her. “I love you, sweetheart. Jesus, I love you so much it hurts sometimes.”

She snuggled with him. “I never thought I’d ever feel the way I do. Times two.”

Tyler laughed and pulled the sheet over them. “Yes, quite. Now I think we can go to sleep, dear. Right? Or do you have any more questions you wish answered?”

“Sleep,” she whispered, already drowsy. “Definitely sleep.”

He told her they didn’t have to worry about breakfast, just coffee, before they met the car downstairs at six. “They’ll have lots to nosh on in the green room,” he assured her.

They showered together, resisting the urge to get too playful, and made it downstairs with five minutes to spare. It was a little too early to call Thomas and she enjoyed snuggling with Tyler in the backseat. Without Thomas around she noticed Tyler acted stronger, like he stepped forward into a dominant role. Usually Tyler was content to allow the other man to be the stronger presence. Not that Thomas didn’t defer to Tyler, because he did. Tyler took care of their finances and running the household.

It was an interesting dynamic, and one she loved.

When she found herself alone with Thomas, he was playful and tenderly rowdy with her. With the three of them together he seemed to almost take on a protector role, nearly the exact opposite of her relationship with Tyler. When Tyler was alone with her he became more protective, dominant, even his body language was different. Only with the three of them together did he relax his guard, as if assuming Thomas would take over.

She didn’t think either man consciously realized they did it.

Interesting.

Elliot met them in the studio lobby and leaned in close to Tyler, talking as they walked, following a network page to the elevator bank for the ride upstairs. She kept a step behind, not wanting to intrude or look like anything but an assistant. Tyler stopped and turned, reaching for her.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to leave you back there.”

She smiled and tried to wave him off but he insisted. Instead of making a scene she let him take her hand and caught a glimpse of Elliot’s frown.

She leaned in to Tyler as they waited for an elevator. “Do you think this is wise?” she whispered.

He brushed her hair from her neck and with his lips by her ear whispered, “Little slave, let your master worry about appearances.”

She gasped, his grip tightening. He winked and let her step into the elevator in front of him.

Damn him, it worked. Now she could care less that she was about to meet network morning show anchors. She cared about how soon she could get Tyler alone and boink him.

He knew it, too.

In the green room she tried to fade into the background. Nevvie noticed yet another persona Tyler put forth—the author dealing with media professionals as opposed to dealing with fans. The stars were all pleasant, and, as Tyler had assured her, they seemed like normal people.

She snacked and watched the morning show from monitors in the green room. When Tyler went in for make-up, she called Thomas to make sure he was awake and had set the recorder.

“How are you doing, sugar?”

She turned away from the others and dropped her voice. “I’m a wreck. All these people.”

Thomas’ sweet laugh soothed her. “It’ll be fine, he always charms them. They love him. Elliot there?”

“Yeah.”

He hesitated. “Did Tyler tell him?”

“Last night. He took us to dinner.”

“And?”

“As long as we don’t make headlines, he’s fine with it.”

“Cool. I figured he would be.”

They were ready to introduce Tyler. “Gotta go. He’s coming on next. Go watch.”

“All right sugar. Love you. Tell him I love him, too.”

“I will. Love you. Miss you.”

“I’ll see you when you get home. Call me tonight. Keep our boy safe there in the big city for me, sugar.”

Nevvie didn’t have time to ponder his last comment. Elliot pulled on her arm. “Come on, we can stand in the studio.”

Together they watched Tyler do his thing. As usual he was charming, sweet, energetic, charismatic. Typical Tyler.

The interview was over in a few minutes, and they were off and running to the next stop.

By the time they grabbed lunch, Nevvie was exhausted. Tyler seemed energized and kept up a vibrant conversation with Elliot all through their meal. When they eventually returned to the hotel she was content to curl up and nap in Tyler’s arms while he channel surfed. He took her sightseeing before dinner, then later they played on the phone with Thomas before calling it an early night.

The next day was a repeat of the previous, only with two different networks. That night she was too tired to do anything other than chat with the boys, Tyler filling Thomas in on the day’s events before falling asleep. By the time they flew home, she was exhausted.

Tyler, on the other hand, seemed recharged.

Thomas snuggled with her while Tyler used the bathroom. “He’s always like this after one of these things. I don’t know why. Like the fricking Energizer bunny.”

Thomas had more than enough energy to deal with Tyler. Nevvie was content to watch them make love to each other, one or the other taking time to kiss her or curl up with her. When they’d sated their needs they held her, cradled between them, kissing her good night.