Till Valhalla, brothers. – TankMaster Joshua sat in his oversized office chair, his clean-cut head was lowered, his cheek resting on the top of Evie’s head. Bright blue eyes flicked to the door and he smiled at his wife. He wore a blue pinstripe oxford shirt that a perfectly manicured hand clutched. In her lap sat a gray marble urn, held by her other hand. A silent sob racked her body. Maya sat the bottle and shot glasses down on the massive mahogany desk. She started to reach out to touch the formerly perfectly coiffed hair. Her husband shook his head slightly and she nodded in understanding. Joshua was too focused on the woman in his lap to wonder why the other two doms were in his office. He was vaguely aware that Maya murmured something and they went to sit on his couch. She placed herself on the couch between them, in a perfect submissive pose.There was no jealousy when Tank reached over and caressed her hair, silently showing his approval. Ink handed her the drink and the sh
A good Master takes care of subs. Let us take care of you tonight. – TankEvie woke up in an unfamiliar room. She then remembered last night and saying that she did not want to wake up alone. Tank and Ink offered to stay with her, no sex, just comfort. But when Joshua had checked, all the rooms were bought for the night. They had come back to the clubhouse and stayed in Ink’s room.It was his large USAF t-shirt that she currently wore. The feel of a man’s large shirt on her was comforting. Her head rested on his shoulder her arm lay across his chest and one leg was tangled with his and Tanks. Tank was pressed up against her back with his face buried in her hair. They each held her close to them, and it felt comfortable.Her phone played Hank the Thirds Dick in Dixie. Ink woke up and reached out to get it. Handing it to her, he remarked “That’s an interesting song to wake up to.”“Hey, mom.” She said with a smile as she answered the phone on speaker and laid it on his chest.“Hey, bab
She’s special. – JoshuaThursday afternoon Joshua called Evie to check on her. He had planned on calling her later, but after talking with Dixie, he called her sooner. When he had called, she was having lunch with Ink at the Cookie Jar Café. She sounded good. Relaxed. Happy. Things that he had not heard in her voice for years.Then she had laughed. An honest laugh. As soon as he had ended the call, Joshua messaged both men and scheduled for them both to come in. The club was just gearing up to open and they would not be interrupted. Joshua sat down behind his desk and looked at the two men. Ink was a little smaller than Tank. They both lived up to their names. One was covered in ink, and the other built like a tank.“How is she?” “She was good when I dropped her off.” Ink said and at cocked eyebrow he answered the unasked question. “Just before I headed over here. She’s a natural on a bike.”“Quit bragging.” Tank smirked. “You’ll find out tomorrow.” Ink pointed out. “And what’s
The one good thing about Mondays is that there is only one each week. – TankMonday rolled around and Evie returned to school. When she was asked why she had been out all week, she simply said that it was due to family obligations. It was approaching Veteran’s Day and as always, she told her students to interview a veteran or a veterans’ family member. On Friday, they were to turn in their findings and discuss it. During her last class, she was looking through the papers and discovered one missing. One that was never missing. “Miss Lowery, have you done your interview?”“Not yet.” Priscilla answered from the back where her cousin sat playing with her hair. “It’s due at the end of class today.”“Yes, ma’am. How long did you serve?”Evie smiled at the girl. “Two years with the Texas National Guard.”“What was your rank?”“Lieutenant. I was in intelligence. No, I cannot tell you a lot of what I did.”“Would you go back?”“In a heartbeat. But I have a medical discharge due to a back inj
Become friends with Fred and Phil out at the nursery. They’ll grow anything you want in their greenhouses. – CeltThanksgiving rolled around and although she had been invited to the clubhouse, she went to Joshua’s instead. She continued to talk to both Ink and Tank. Neither pushed for more than she was willing to give. This was one of the things that she spoke to Joshua about. Again, he reminded her that moving on in her life was not a bad thing. He encouraged her to explore where it would go with them. That night, after the family call, she messaged with Law for quite a while. He gave her the same advice. Black Friday shopping was not quite the same as it usually was. She had no one to go with. No one to fake fight with. After getting the few things that she had already scoped out, she went back to her apartment. Just a few hours after she arrived home, there was a knock on her door. Opening the door, she was greeted by a delivery of flowers. Among the yellow roses, were also blue
You’re ours, little girl. And we’re yours. – CadeTank was leaning against the wall watching Absalom take his shot. He missed his pocket and cursed under his breath. Tank only had one ball left, the game was pretty much over. Tank knew it.Absalom knew it.One was going to be twenty dollars richer. Absalom could only hope to win it back on the next game. Grinning, Tank pushed off from the wall and went to the table to line up the shot. The door opened and he glanced up.The vision that walked through the door had him losing control of the stick in his hand. He scratched so hard that the cue ball bounced off the table and hit the table next to him. “The fuck!” Sticks said turning to look at the table behind him. Even Absalom was looking at Tank in confusion. Then they followed his gaze to see Evie walking towards them. “Hell yeah.” Absalom said, Sticks and Chevy agreed. “Hands off.” Tank growled. “She’s ours.”The other men knew that by ours, he was including Ink. Chevy and Doc ha
The perfect house would have a basement so that we could have a playroom and no one would know. – EvieEvie wasn’t sure what she was expecting in the playroom, but it was not what she found. There was a large wrought iron bed that had straps and cuffs attached to the head and foot. Currently, Ink was putting red satin sheets on it. On either side of the bed was a bedside table with three drawers. She assumed that both held condoms, toys and lube. Soon enough, she would discover that she was right. In the far corner was a motorcycle lift that had been modified with cuffs and straps. In the opposite corner was a spanking bench and prayer bench. Both of these intrigued her. Between these were two Saint Andrew’s crosses. One was wooden with padding, while the other was metal and no padding. Along the wall opposite the bed was a convertible sex chair, a sex swing and a hook attached to a wench.The third wall had two doors. One clear glass that revealed a beautiful full bathroom. The othe
I’m going to enjoy our naughty girl. – InkAs Tank fastened leather cuffs around her wrists, Ink stripped out of his clothes. He then removed her shoes and jeans revealing the black thigh highs. He let out a low growl as he put her shoes back on and fastened cuffs on her. The cuffs effectively placed her in a perfect X position, open for their viewing pleasure. Tank was naked as he got up on the opposite side of the bed. He reached over to her well trimmed mound with just a thin strip of short hair. Opening her up, he exposed the black slave ring in her hood. “Such a naughty girl." He leaned down and teased her with his teeth and tongue. “What’s your safe word?” Ink asked huskily, watching her begin to leak as his friend continued to lick her. “Popsicle.” She whispered shakily. “She’s delicious.” Tank said as he straightened. He continued to hold her open as Ink’s tongue replaced his own. Ink hummed in appreciation as he delved in deeper and pushed a finger inside her. As he conti