Her pussy ached to be filled. She held her breath as she watched Con slowly penetrate Tad's tight channel, saw the ecstasy sweep across Tad's expression at being filled so completely. The longer she watched, the larger Con seemed to get. And Tad's groans shot through her like a tuning fork being struck and reverberated over and over inside her body.

  Con pushed in and she saw more of his cock disappear, knowing what it must feel like to be so completely filled. Tad's penis was large, but Con's seemed even larger. Martine had used strap-ons before, but somehow Aurora had a feeling Con's would feel like nothing she'd ever felt before. She spasmed as she fantasized about being filled by him.

  As she watched, he surged forward and sank completely inside Tad. She saw Tad stiffen and bow as he accepted the full length of him. And then Con began hammering in earnest, fast and deep, pounding hard against Tad. And Tad met his thrusts, groaning and sighing, "yes," over and over again.

  She had loved Martine and the touch of a woman, but she loved being filled and penetrated by a strong man as well. And right now she wanted Con's cock inside her, she wanted him hammering at her and Tad's mouth on her, his cock inside her as well. She arched up in the seat, unable to stop herself. Her toes curled into the silky cloth of Con's shirt. If she'd been able to go to them, to join them in whatever way she could, she would have. She needed to be fucked so badly.

  Con pistoned inside Tad and she could see the mounting lust building inside both the men. The view of these two beautiful, male bodies coming together, sweat sheening both their bodies and then as she watched, she saw them reach the pinnacle. Tad bucked beneath Con. Con stiffened and then groaned as he came inside Tad's colon.

  "Now, Tad," he commanded. "Come, now."

  And that was all it took. Suddenly, Tad was spurting his seed, crying and groaning as he came.

  And then Aurora screamed as she pulsed with her own climax in answer to the scene played out before her. She couldn't help herself. She arched back in the chair as she orgasmed, crying out at the release, yet pain swamped through her at her emptiness. She had come as a voyeur to their passionate bonding, no more than a watcher. And it wasn't enough. She could not bend, could not bring herself to submit, but she was tied to them as surely as though she had been a part of the act itself.

  Chapter 6

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  She opened her eyes, exhausted from her ordeal, and found Con standing over her. "Are you ready to accept me, Aurora?"

  Her body still pulsed from the orgasm she'd experienced, but she tried to pull herself together. She could not accept this man as her dom. It was a matter of her survival now to deny him. As much as she wanted to allow him to possess her, she couldn't admit it.

  "No," she finally answered him. Something in his eyes told her he was disappointed in her answer and then the hardness returned.

  "Very well." He untied her and lifted her to her feet where she swayed, still overcome by the effects of her orgasm. "Show me the bedroom."

  "No, I--" If she took him there, she would be lost. She knew it.

  She saw Tad open the door on the other side of the room. He was going to be no help at all. His gaze connected with hers. She saw it in his eyes. He had already accepted Con as his Master. Aurora wished she could do so, but she just couldn't. His grip on her arm tightened.

  "Do you want to use your safe word? Do you want me to leave? If I leave now, I won't be back. Not for you."

  Her heart stuttered in her chest. He was giving her an ultimatum. But he was still leaving the choice up to her. She could accept him or not. She could say the words. She also knew if he left, she would never have this chance again.

  She wanted to say the words, but they simply wouldn't come. She was too afraid. She shook her head. He guided her to the door of the bedroom. She had no idea what he would do next.

  They stepped into the lush bedroom with the king-sized canopied bed. He left her there to walk around the room. He stopped at a wall on the far side of the room and looked up at the rings embedded into the pale pink brick wall. He reached up to one of the rings and fingered it. Then looked back at her.

  "This is your wall, isn't, Aurora?"

  She stared back at him. He looked past her to the bare midnight blue wall opposite. It glittered with stars. He nodded. "And that one's for Tad. She liked watching you both bound across from each other as she pleasured herself with a night's entertainment in her bed. She'd stuff your pussy with a vibrator and watch you squirm as she came, again and again, didn't she?"

  Aurora felt her juices flowing once again at the picture he invoked. One she had tried to forget over these intervening months.

  "Didn't she?" he barked.

  She jumped and then nodded.

  "Answer me."

  "Yes," she screamed. "Yes, she did. Watching her made us hotter. She always gave us what we needed. Always."

  "What would she do then?"

  She didn't want to think about it, about the loving that came after. There was the titillation of watching her and then being drawn into the act. It somehow made it hotter, more intense and none of them ever came away unsatisfied or wanting. And when their "visitor" left, they would curl up together, sucking and stroking each other, the three of them closer than anyone could ever understand. Nothing and no one could ever replace what they had together.

  "You can't take her place. Don't you understand that?"

  He dropped his hand and turned to where Tad was standing on the other side of the bed, head bowed, hands clasped behind his back. "Tad, bring me the cuffs for Aurora."

  She jerked her head up. "What are you going to do?"

  He shook his head. "You still don't understand. I'm not trying to take her place. I never was. But she knew you both well, knew that you couldn't last long without guidance. I've watched you both for the last eight weeks and I know she was right. I don't want your club, I don't need it. I have my own business." He looked at her and his demanding gaze bore into her. "But I do want the both of you."

  Tad handed him the red velvet-lined cuffs and he walked over to Aurora and clamped them around her wrists and her ankles. She looked up at him. "Why us?"

  He reached up to stroke her cheek. She wanted to close her eyes and give in, but something held her back and she jerked away as though his touch burned her. He dropped his hand. "Because she wanted you both to be with me. She talked about you endlessly, what you liked, what you didn't like. How she met you both. Your fears, your pleasures. Your bodies. She made me want you before I ever laid eyes on you. And when I finally did come here, I loved you both the moment I saw you. I saw in you what she did. But I will want more than she had. She was your Mistress, and you loved her for her strengths and stood by her to the end."

  Aurora felt her body heat at his words. She looked up at him and saw something in his eyes, some knowledge and she gasped. He knew! He knew exactly what held her back. He knew her fears, why she couldn't submit to him. She took a step back.

  "No."

  He reached for her and pulled her toward the bed. "Yes, Aurora. You have to face it and move on."

  "No, I can't. I won't."

  "But you will do so. Because I expect it. Because you need it. And because Tad needs you. He needs both of us." He pulled her around to the end of the bed. Reaching up, he clamped one cuff to the hook there, and then moved to the other side and did the same with that one. He pulled her legs apart and attached first one cuff and then the other, until she was unable to move, spread out before him.

  He walked over to her wall, studied the whips and crops hanging there and then chose one. "Tad, would you get the lotion? The special one that Mistress had blended for Aurora. She's going to need it. And bring me a spray bottle filled with water." He walked back over to Aurora and slid the handle of the crop down along her back, between the crease of her ass and positioned it at the entrance of her pussy.

  "She bought this especially for you. The dildoed handle wide enough to satisfy you, in your favorite color. The name plate attached with your initials. It was a birthday gift."

  Tears started to flood her eyes. She remembered well the occasion. Another night she wanted to forget because it was too painful to remember.

  "Don't do this. Please," she begged him.

  Tad came back with the bottle of lotion and spray bottle in his hands. "Place the lotion on the stand next to the bed and give me the water. Then get on the bed facing Aurora." Tad did as he asked.

  Con pressed the wide tip of the crop inward. "Pleasure and pain, Aurora. Life is full of it, isn't it? Pleasure can be tinged with exquisite pain sometimes, can't it? Martine taught you that."

  "Yes," she answered as the dildo penetrated deeper.

  "Tad, suck her tits. Remind her about the pleasure."

  Oh, God, she was going to come if he did that. Then she felt his mouth as he suctioned her nipple deep, driving her desire higher. Tad knew her body so well--too well. Con moved the dildo inside her and she struggled against the sensations. Tad turned to her other breast. This time his teeth razed across the sensitive surface.

  "Enough, Tad. I think she's ready."

  Tad drew back and looked up at her. "Tell him. I know you feel it, just like I do."

  "I can't," she whispered back sadly. "I want to, but I can't." She felt the dildo retreat from inside her. She knew what came next.

  "Life hurts, Aurora. People leave us and others come into our lives. I'm not here to replace Mistress Martine. No one can replace her, I know that as well as anyone. But she has brought us together and you must accept that. You wouldn't have brought me up here if you didn't realize it as well. You need to trust me."

  Her gaze locked with Tad's. The first strike caught her off guard and she gasped as the sting penetrated. She was ready for the second, then the third. A fourth and fifth followed swiftly. Her body quivered and responded. Her pussy pulsed, her clit stiffened. She wanted to yield. Then the blows stopped and she hissed when she felt the cool water sprayed against her throbbing back. Her teeth chattered.

  "Suck her clit, Tad."

  Oh, God, no. She wouldn't be able to stand it. But his mouth clamped onto her so quickly and she screamed as she came. Pulsing again and again. Her whole body alive and on fire. Every nerve tingling.

  Con must have made some motion because Tad moved away. And she felt the sting of the crop. Again and again, the crop landed, pulling things from inside her to the surface, as it was meant to do.

  Then the cold water again and he stroked a hand across the searing heat of her back and she cried out.

  "Pain, Aurora." Then she felt Tad's mouth at her engorged pussy, his tongue thrust inside her and again she came fast and hard, pulsing against his demanding mouth as Con stroked across her wet, throbbing back with his hands. She cried out, tears poured down her cheeks. "Exquisite, exquisite pleasure, my dear."

  "Oh, God. I can't submit to you, I can't," she cried. "What if you die like she did. I couldn't bear it." Great heaving sobs erupted from her throat. A dam had burst and she couldn't stop them. "I can't do it again. I can't allow myself to love you, to give everything I have to you, and watch you die."

  She felt the cuffs released and she was lifted into strong arms. She wound her arms around his neck and clung to him tightly. All these months she had hid the emotions away, tamped down deep inside. Each day she had awoken she had felt the emptiness, the numbness of loss, the pain of a life where the joy had been snuffed out. Oh, she loved Tad, but it had been Martine their world had revolved around and they'd both been left rootless with her gone.

  She cried as she hadn't done since her death. She had watched Con Jardine with a longing that she feared to act on, afraid of her own demise if it happened again and she lost another dom to illness and death.

  "I can't do it again," she sobbed against his neck. "I just can't."

  He lay her gently on the bed and turned her onto her front. First he removed the cuffs and then began to massage the lotion over the welts on her back. She sighed and gave over to the feelings. It felt as though she'd been washed clean. All the pent up pain she'd held so close was gone and she was at peace.

  She turned over to look at him. He reached up to brush away the droplets from her wet eyelashes.

  "I love you," she said. It was that simple. She had contented herself with watching him from afar because it was safe and she wouldn't have to give in to the feelings she had tried to keep locked away. "I want to submit to you. I want to be possessed by you. I was afraid. I still am."

  He brushed a lock of her hair back. "I know."

  "You did, didn't you?"

  "Martine wouldn't have asked me to look after you if she didn't think I was strong enough to care for you. You know that."

  She nodded. "You somehow saw what I was most afraid of. But it's going to take time."

  "Now that the dam has burst, I think you're ready. When I watched the both of you, it was you that was still encased in ice. Tad was able to move on, but you were in suspended animation, unable to move forward or back. I can't promise you I won't die on you, but for now I'm healthy as they come. Do you want to give up just because you don't know what the future will hold?"

  "No. I want to try again. I didn't know how to do it."

  He leaned down to kiss her, driving his tongue deep into her mouth, possessing her, lighting the way. Showing her how to live again. She arched up, pressing close to him. He would take care of her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he climbed onto the bed over her. Lowering his head he nipped at her neck, razed a path across her flesh and enclosed a nipple in his mouth.

  He lifted up and turned his head to look at Tad, who was waiting anxiously by the side of the bed. "Get the condoms and lube, Tad, and then join us." He looked back down at Aurora. She blinked away the tears, the heat of new passion beginning to bloom inside her.

  "Will you fuck me now, Master Con?" a smile quivered at the corners of her lips.

  "Will you submit to me, Aurora?" he asked as he spread her legs.

  She heard a crackle and turned her head. Tad had ripped open one of the packages. Con leaned back and Tad quickly sheathed him. She watched him open another packet and sheath himself. He looked at her and grinned.

  "Mint. I know it's your favorite."

  She laughed and it didn't hurt when she did so as had so often been the case in the past. Nor was it forced. She looked up at Con.

  "Yes, Master Con, I will submit."

  He entered her swiftly and she gasped at his penetration. Her pussy opened to him, sheathing him tightly inside.

  "Tad, give her your cock to suck on." Tad moved to straddle her. She opened her mouth and sucked him in as Con began thrusting inside her. She met his rhythm as she feasted on Tad's thickened length. She relaxed her throat and took him deeper. Raising her hips, Con sank his shaft home in her pussy. Oh, God, yes, this is the way it should be. Her back throbbed, the pain threading within the pleasure. And then she felt Con explode inside her, and her own powerful climax quickly followed. Finally, Tad pulsed in her mouth and she sucked him deep inside, pulling on his length until he collapsed and dropped to the side.

  Con moved up on her other side. He first kissed her and then Tad. And then she kissed Tad and then Con. They pressed her between them as they all fell into a deeply satisfying sleep.

  Chapter 7

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  He sat at the end of the bar, which was his usual seat. They all knew who he was now and the stool remained vacant for his use. It took some work to balance his own business needs with the needs of his two new subs, but they had managed. Martine had been so right--they fit together perfectly.

  He sipped at the scotch and looked at his watch. Almost midnight. His cock was already hard and ready. Tonight he had something a little different planned.

  Tad was always eager to please. For him, if discipline was required it was usually because he'd gone off and gambled when he'd been told not to. For Aurora, it was that spark of defiance that always got her into trouble. She loved pushing the line, but she had come to trust that Master Con was strong enough to understand what she needed, especially when it was the fear that sometimes grabbed hold of her. Not fear of strength, but fear of loss. He still had the letters from Martine and he planned to give them to Aurora and Tad tonight. They deserved to know her last hopes for them.

  The music changed and he turned to watch. He always made sure to be here in time for their show. Little had changed, but now there was a new spark in their eyes. They knew he would be watching and they were determined to perform perfectly just for him. The audience might not know who was master and who was submissive, but the three of them, behind closed doors knew very well their places.

  As usual, their performance was impeccable and when it was over, and they had conversed with the audience for a short time, they then made their way to where he sat. Tonight Aurora was dressed in a revealing black lace dress with black patent leather ankle length boots. The dusky areoles of her breasts peeked through the lace and the shadow of her pussy was visible beneath the delicate material. Con had chosen her outfit for tonight. He liked watching the lace move over her body with tantalizing glimpses of skin. Tad wore black leather pants with intricate lacing down the sides. They offered a nice view of his sinewy muscle. Tonight he also wore special nipple clamps that Con had gifted him with. He felt a certain pride of possession as they made their way to where he sat. A more beautiful pair he had never seen.

  There was a smile on Aurora's face as she moved toward him. He widened his legs and she drifted in between them and brushed up against his hard cock. Damn, he needed to get them in private. She rubbed enticingly against him.

  He wound her long hair in his hand and drew her mouth to his, halting her an inch from his lips. "Stop teasing." He heard her throaty laugh. Then he pressed her mouth to his and sank his tongue deep. He pulled away.

  "Yes, Master," she whispered against his ear.