Chapter 78: Current Day: Angel

My heart beats so hard I might pass out. I rub my sweating palms against my thighs before placing my hands behind my back. I am wearing only the gift I found lying on my bed-a pair of silky white panties. A note was there too, instructing me to wait in the playroom.
Each time they make love to me, their hands brush each other more intimately. They share my body, and each caress tells me how much they love me... and each other. Monroe is Master. Zachery is Sir. I love them both, need them both.
An electrical current runs lightly over my skin, making the light hair on my arms stand up when they enter the room. Their beauty is impossible to deny. I cannot make out their low murmured words. They acted strangely today and I know something is going on. It is the reason for my rapid heartbeat.
Keeping my head down in submission, I wait and absorb the feeling of their touch. My hair is brushed from my bare shoulders. It is longer now and getting to the point where it is harder to manage. I do not miss the extra length but Sir does. I'm only growing it out again to please him.
"Stand, slave." Master's voice sounds loud in the quiet room and I jump slightly, which insights rumbling laughter from both men. They enjoy my discomfort and love their mind games.
Sir's hand grasps mine and he helps me rise. Standing in their presence, in the playroom, is very strange and the dread I'm feeling intensifies.
"Look at me, Angel," Zach says.
My eyes lift to Sir. For a second, my gaze stops on our joined hands before I look into his eyes. He offers a gentle smile that almost puts me at ease. Almost. His body shifts and he drops to his knees. I do not understand and turn to Master. He nods at Sir and I turn back to meet his eyes.
Slowly, I process this gorgeous man on his knees before me. In his hand is a gold ring with a large diamond that sparkles, catching the muted light in the room. A gasp escapes my throat and I cover my mouth.
"I love you, Angel Philips. Will you marry me?"
Shakily, I lift my hands to my eyes and sink to my knees on legs that will no longer hold me. I cannot breathe or think past the buzzing in my head. I am unclean. Unworthy. I also cannot miss the love shining from Sir's eyes. Strong arms pull me forward into his solid embrace as Master's warm body settles behind me.
"Don't cry," Sir says. "I'm beginning to worry about your answer."
I laugh through the tears and throw my arms around him. "Yes, yes, and yes!"
"Thank you, Angel," he whispers in a choked voice. "But we're not finished yet."
He gently pries my locked arms from his neck and places the ring on my finger. I start to lift my hand to admire it, but Sir gently shifts me so I'm facing Master.
Master waits with a collar in his hands. It is unlike any collar I have seen. It is more like some jeweled fairy tale creation. The golden circle has two rows of large diamonds connected by smaller rows an inch apart, making it a display of pure light. A small gold lock dangling from one side is open and waiting for me.
"Do you wish to wear my collar, Angel?"
"Yes, Master," I say through happy tears that have not stopped falling since I realized what was happening.
Warm lips press against my forehead and the cool metal wraps around my throat. At the same time, Sir's hands go to my waist and he lowers my panties, slipping them from my legs. I almost giggle at the feather-like touch of his fingers.
The weight around my throat settles and Master's warm touch travels to my breasts and then continues down my sides. Sir's hands cover my breasts and squeeze my nipples, pulling a moan from my throat. Sir likes the sounds I make.
His arms tug me back and Master lifts my legs so they no longer hold me up. With Sir holding my upper body, the two of us sink to the ground. Master lifts my legs so they are over his shoulders. Sir releases me but I'm too consumed by what Master is doing to keep track of where he goes. Master dips his head to my pussy and his tongue travels through my folds. He sucks and gently nips me. My moans grow louder and the pressure on my nipples increases. I have no leverage and the touch of Master is driving me wild. I cry out when two fingers enter my hot center and my hips buck against the hands holding me.
One of them presses my hips back down and spreads my legs further. It's Sir. Master's intimate nibbles and kisses are wreaking havoc inside me and I'm having trouble computing who is where. Tremors start at my core and spread through my nerve endings. My fingernails dig into the flesh of my palms as I try to ride out the waves of pleasure.
Suddenly, I'm weightless. I open my eyes to see Master lean back and pull me on top of him. I spread my knees and straddle him until his cock is poised at my entrance. Waiting. I'm waiting too. Sir lifts me and then, slowly, I sheath Master's cock. Inch by inch Sir controls the depth until Master is fully inside me.
The cold lube drizzling over the cleft of my ass startles me. Sir's warm hands spread the silky gel. His knees slide in beside my legs and my hands come down on the hard chest of Master.
We have not done this, but they have talked to me about it and they have been preparing me. That does not mean I am unafraid. The tip of Sir's cock pushes against the tight entrance of my ass. With a deep inhale, I force myself to relax. I trust them. Master is not moving, just waiting for Sir to situate himself. The pressure of having both cocks increases as Sir presses against me. There is pain and I cannot help clenching my muscles. Sir's rigid cock does not stop. Master's cock fills my pussy, and even with the pain, I am thrilled I will finally have them both inside me at the same time.
"Bear down, Angel," Master commands gently. "Let him in."
Sir needs to stop, the pain is too great. I pull air into my lungs and follow Master's order. He will keep me safe. The scream rips from my throat when the crown of Sir's cock breaches my tight hole. He does not give me time to adjust and keeps pressing farther inside me. My breath is a ragged rush of air going in and out. Fingers clamp hard on my nipples, rolling the hard points until I toss my head back and writhe in the sweet agony.
Sir's breath is warm against my ear. "Let me in, love."
And I do. Until now, only Master ever called me 'love.' The sound of Sir saying the word is enough to unclench my muscles. His cock slides in until it is fully seated.
They are too large... We are perfect.
I am invaded, impaled on two enormous cocks made of hot, pulsing stone. I am being torn apart and yet it is glorious to feel so completely possessed this way. Sir holds the power right now. He lifts me away from Master and then brings me down on his cock. Next, Master lifts me. They work my body in harmony, knowing exactly what I need.
My body stretches. I surrender completely and pain becomes pleasure.
Sir's teeth press against my neck. He moves to my shoulder and bites down again, then again. Master sucks my nipples, and the combined sensations threaten to break me. My muscles tense and my clit swells with an unfulfilled ache. I close my eyes trying to hold back release. I am weightless, drowning in a sea of sensation.
Sir cries out first and this time his teeth bite down harder. My eyes snap open, and I cannot contain a scream. Master stares into my eyes and then looks past me at Sir. His expression for Sir is so full of love it brings tears to my eyes. Master's shout rings through the room as his hands pull me tightly against his groin.
The world turns beautifully dark.
Sensation.
Lips on my skin.
Feathery touches, low murmurs.
Hands gently massaging my body.
Every molecule in my body purrs with completion.
"Are you with us, love?"
"Yes." My voice sounds strange in my ears.
"Zach will carry you to the shower." I tighten my hand on Master's arm. His throaty laugh rolls over me. "Do not worry, I will be there." He plants a soft kiss on my forehead. "Zach tells me you want a child."
My heart clenches in my chest. "Yes." The one word holds so much hope. "Please."
Master kisses my lips softly. "He cannot do that through the back entrance." They both laugh this time and delicious shivers run over my flesh, even though the words embarrass me.
"I suppose you will need to share," I say to cover how uncomfortable this conversation makes me feel. But a baby...
Sir's voice whispers in my ear. "Shower first and then we'll work on creating a baby. It could take a while. Are you ready for both of us again?"
"Always, Sir." I smile first at Master, then Sir. He lifts me into his arms and I repeat, "Always."