Chapter 173: Jewel

Six days of eye-opening bliss and Jewel was deeply in love. Even another ball gag punishment didn't bother her, because she knew Stephon's and Matt's hard cocks suffered as much as she did. The mind-blowing sex afterward made it worth the forty-five minutes she sat tied to a chair and watched them look uninterested. The hardest part was holding back her laugher and acting irritated over the exile.
Her ass remained red too, and for someone who at one time didn't understand another woman's need for a spanking, she now craved the sexual ecstasy they unleashed when it happened. Stephon used a tawes and crop, but like him, she preferred his hand. Matt never spanked her, but had no problem tantalizing her body while Stephon administered the pain. Slowly she realized Stephon controlled Matt to some extent and both men dominated her fully. Their dynamic was a huge turn on.
They took her to the club, managing to get past some of her trepidation over being unclothed in front of others. She watched Krispin torture Angela with a vibrator and then use his mouth before Matt and Stephon took her into the back alcove and told her to disrobe. Her fingers shook, but she did it for them. They encouraged her during the entire scene, quickly focusing her attention on them and their slow sensuous control of her body.
Her favorite time was laying in bed between them at night, after their hands, mouths, and cocks drove her to mind-blowing ecstasy. Then they would cuddle and talk quietly about their dreams. She often woke up on top of Matt with Stephon's arm wrapped around them both. Her two men had no shame when it came to each other, and she loved that their unique friendship enabled them to include her completely without jealously.
On the third morning of their glorious week, Matt went to the gym to work out and Stephon stayed behind. His slow, wet kisses quickly had her heart racing, but she fought her response.
Stephon's hot breath ruffled her hair while he nuzzled her neck. "What's wrong, love?"
The uncertainty she felt came through in her voice, "Matt."
His low laugh sent goose bumps across her skin. "He knows what we're doing. It's not always about the two of us being with you, and you'll have your times alone with him too."
She relaxed and took him at his word. "Then fuck me, please, Sir." She knew the title got him every time.
Shaking the erotic memories from her head, she looked around the small kitchen. It was their last day and she planned to cook a large meal and wanted everything perfect. Stephon didn't have his keyboards in the suite, but he was no slouch on guitar and the two men were sitting in the living area working on some new music. Spending hours at rehearsal with them allowed her to see the genius behind their tattoos and bad boy images. Krispin's voice was hands down incredible, but Matt belonged to her, and chills passed over her skin when he sang. Stephon sang a little backup vocal, but his gifts were his fingers. Even during a difficult solo, he'd look at her and wink or smile. It made Angela laugh and she'd teased Jewel non-stop.
"His fingers are amazing, and I bet they're hot when he's done playing." Was only one of many lines she tossed out to make Jewel blush.
Again, Jewel mentally shook herself from thinking about the past week and tonight's dinner culminating their special time together. Her heart ached when she considered leaving them, and she would cry if she actually thought about them returning to California. They hadn't made any mention of a future this week. She knew what they had was special, but she also knew they were worldlier than her. She finished her preparations, placed the large dish in the oven, and then walked into the living area. Stephon sat on the couch strumming his guitar while Matt walked around playing his.
"Come over here, love, and sit." Stephon opened his legs a little farther.
She sat on the floor, placing her head on his knee while following Matt with her eyes.
Matt stopped walking and said, "I liked that. Play it again."
Stephon's fingers flew over the strings and Matt mimicked the sound on his own guitar.
"We need to have Krispin listen to this tomorrow. I think it'll work for the new song he wrote." Matt tried the intricate melody again, adding a little more rock and roll flavor.
Stephon's hand left his guitar and brushed her hair aside, skimming his fingers over her cheek where the bruise was almost completely faded. He pinched her earlobe between his fingers. "Something smells wonderful."
"Emm." It was hard to focus on speech when he touched her. "I made you a special surprise."
Matt's fingers stopped in the middle of the riff. "I heard that. Am I included?"
She smiled lazily. "Only if you keep playing."
Stephon sat his guitar to the side and reached to help her up so she sat in his lap. He continued skimming his fingers over her sensitive flesh, moving to her shoulder and then under the neckline of her low-cut top. They had succeeded in keeping her braless, but she insisted on clothes, even though they came off at an alarming rate.
Stephon's fingers stilled and she peeked up, seeing his head resting back and his eyes closed. His palm cupped her breast, but she knew he'd dozed off.
Matt changed the music to something slower, and softly serenaded her, making her own eyes drift closed. This is what she would remember most-the way they comforted each other.
The buzzer on the oven startled her awake. Stephon's fingers were lightly pinching her nipple. "Where's Matt?" she asked sleepily.
"He's in the shower. Can I help you with dinner?" He switched to her other nipple.
Her breath caught, but she managed to speak, "You'll let me boss you around my kitchen?"
"I think I can handle it this once." He removed his hand, much to her consternation.
The buzzer continued its loud blare and with a short sigh she stood and went to check the food. Stephon set the table while she tossed a salad and placed rolls in the oven. She made them lasagna because she heard them talking about an Italian restaurant they wanted to take her to.
Dinner was perfect, but she sensed the same feelings of melancholy coming from them that she felt. She couldn't stand it anymore. "I'm going back to work tomorrow."
Two sets of piercing gazes turned her way.
She slowly placed her fork on her plate and looked between them. "This has been the most incredible week of my life. I know you plan to return to California soon and you've stayed here because of me." She gulped in air, managing to hold back her tears. "Will you visit me?"
Matt's fork clattered to his plate and he was up and out of his chair before she could stop him. She held her palm out. If he touched her she would start crying and not be able to stop. "Don't, please. Let's just talk, Matt."
He didn't stop and took her hand, bringing it to his lips. "We have no intention of letting you go. You can return to work, but we'll take you and be waiting when you get off. You never need to work again, but we understand if that's what you want."
She closed her eyes. "Your home is in California. You can't stay here forever."
Matt pulled her up and Stephon moved behind her, placing his hands around her belly and bringing her against his body. Matt stepped in so there was no room between them. "Our home is with you. We want to purchase this suite and we're willing to move here permanently if that's what you want. We'll compromise on just about anything, but we aren't leaving you."
"New shoes are something we won't compromise on." Stephon nuzzled her neck. "We can negotiate anything else."
The floodgates opened and they held her between them while she cried.
"We love you, Jewel. You belong to us and we belong to you. Don't cry." Matt kissed her cheek.
"I love you both." It came out in between ragged breaths and made them smile. He and Stephon talked the night before, after she slept, and ironed out what they needed to do.
"It's okay, love, you can't get rid of us that easily."
She giggled and sniffed. "May I have a napkin, please?"
Matt handed her a napkin from the table. He allowed her enough room to blow her nose and then took the napkin from her hand. "Do you think we can finish this conversation while eating?" Negotiations would go smoother with food. "It's the best lasagna I've ever eaten." He leaned forward and kissed the tip of her red nose.
Stephon pushed her chair in when she sat down and then took his own seat. Her shy smile was back, but her eyelashes were beautifully damp from her tears. Her fingers trembled when she picked up her fork, but she didn't take a bite. "I'll move to California with you, if that's what you both want. Starla and George are my family and I'll need to visit them often."
Matt smiled in relief. "We've spoken to them and they're ready to sell the diner. We'd like to buy them a house in our area, but you'll need to work on them. Even with the money from the diner, they won't be able to afford it."
She slowly placed her fork down again, pushed back her plate, and then folded her fingers under her chin. Her eyes looked back and forth between them while more tears flowed down her cheeks. "You would do that for them?"
Stephon reached over and gave a gentle tug to her hair. "No, but we would do anything for you."
"I don't think I can ever be as submissive as Angela."
Matt took a bite and let Stephon handle this end of negotiations.
"We don't want Angela. She's not you. We like punishing your smart mouth and suffering along with you. We want you to throw things at us when you're angry."
"Hey, what did I miss?" Matt had never seen her raise a hand to them, much less throw something.
"She hit me with a nice pair of shoes when I went to her apartment that night and brought her back for dinner."
Matt's grin widened. "No wonder you thought she needed a spanking so badly."
"She needs a spanking daily," Stephon shot back.
"I'm here listening to you both." She smiled through her tears.
"Then eat. You need to keep up your strength for what we have planned tonight." Stephon gave her a stern look and then winked.
"I can't stay up late. I need to at least give two weeks' notice."
"One week." Stephon's uncompromising voice caused Matt to hide his smile with a cough.
He was glad Stephon played the heavy. Matt would give her anything and they both knew it. She pulled her plate back in front of her and took a bite of food without answering. Matt loved the way she said so much without saying a word. It was a complete contrast to her cocky mouth, though he also knew her silence worked on Stephon.
They ate and talked about California and then they helped her clean the kitchen. The bedroom beckoned. Before they fell asleep, Stephon had her down to one week's notice along with begging him for new shoes. Her red ass attested to the fact that she held out longer than either of the men expected her to.