Stormy Satisfaction (Doms of Destiny, Colorado 11)

He and Nic’s thrusts into her synched up perfectly and they began to go faster and faster. Deeper and deeper. In and out.

She writhed between them like captured prey. “Masters, I can’t hold back any longer.”

“Don’t hold back, sweetheart.” Sylas breathed into her ear, continuing to plunge into her ass. “Come for us.”

“Yes, baby,” Nic growled. “Come. Let go. I want to feel your cream all over my cock.”

“Coming. Coming. Coming.” She clawed, nipped, and yelled as she climaxed.

Nic’s eyes closed and he groaned, reaching orgasm.

Sylas thrust one last time into Ashley’s ass, and his cock released the warm liquid into her body.

Ashley’s breathing softened after a few minutes. “That was incredible. I love you both so very much.”

“I love you, baby.” Nic stroked her hair. “You’re amazing.”

“I love you, sweetheart.” Sylas kissed her lush lips. “We forgot something, Nic.”

“We did?”

He nodded. “We forgot to set up safe words.”

“I didn’t think about it either,” Ashley said. “You two took my breath away. But I’m sure you understand the word stop. And of course I didn’t have to use it. You both made me feel so comfortable. I trust you completely.”

“So what should we choose as your safe word, baby?” Nic asked.

“I was thinking ‘Chicago’ would work for us. It’s where we first met.”

“And we had some difficult issues to overcome.” Sylas vowed to become a full-trained Dom. She deserved his best, and he would throw himself into his training at Phase Four.

Nic certainly was on the same page about their training. “But we did overcome our issues, thank God. I can’t live without you, baby.”

“Perfect.” Sylas ran his hand up and down her arm. Her skin was so soft. “Our word is ‘Chicago.’ And what about your go word?”

“Do you both know what my favorite dessert is?”

“Molten Lava Cake,” they answered in unison.

She laughed. “That’s right. How about that?”

“Sweetheart, that’s a mouthful,” Sylas said.

“No pun intended,” Nic added and then burst out laughing.

He and Ashley joined in on the hysterics.

“May only get out ‘Molten’ or ‘Lava’ or ‘Cake’ but you’ll know what to do. Just keep on doing whatever you’re doing to me.”

“What about a caution word?” Nic asked. “When we’re pushing you beyond your comfort zone?”

“I’m such a lightweight with wine, as you know, always having to pace myself. How about we use ‘Cabernet’ for my caution word.”

“Love it. Love it. Love it,” Nic mocked her teasingly.

She grinned. “I don’t always repeat myself like that, do I?”

“Yes, always—when we’re making love.”