Sydney's Dogs Ch. 02

"GAH!" she cried and threw her hands up in the air in disgust. Turning on her heal, she ran right into Zaide's well-muscled chest.

"I have dinner," Zaide said proudly, holding up two grocery bags. "Let's go home and relax."

"Fine. You're both impossible anyway," she finally gave in. She marched to her car without looking at them. Unfazed, they followed her. Talon quickly intercepted the driver's seat with minimal grumbling from Sydney, and they drove home.

The car pulled into the driveway and before Talon could turn off the engine, Sydney jumped out and slammed the car door behind her. She didn't wait for Talon and Zaide, but made the escape up to her room as quickly as possible. She felt like a petulant child, hiding from these men in her own house, but she felt that if she let herself be seduced, she was somehow betraying Brandt's efforts to get better.

Zaide and Talon went to the kitchen to put together dinner for Sydney. Zaide prepared and arranged a several hot Panini sandwiches on a tray, as Talon uncorked a bottle of wine and collected three glasses. Then they both ascended the stairs to her sanctuary. Without preamble, they entered her room. She was stretched out on her bed, her head under a pillow.

"Miss Sydney," Zaide said softly, "You need to eat."

"I need to put a lock on that door," came the muted grumble from under the pillow. "Go away."

"Let us help you," insisted Talon.

"I don't need help feeling crummy," she replied. "I can do that on my own." Zaide's cooking did smell good though, even from under the pillow. Her stomach growled its desire.

"Just a little bite?" Zaide suggested.

"Fine," Sydney said as she pulled her head out. Her eyes were red with weeping and streaked with running mascara, and her hair was messy. Just let them try to find her sexy now. They both looked cool and charming, as usual.

Zaide sat down on one side of her and placed the tray in her lap. Reluctantly, she picked up half a sandwich and nibbled at a corner. It was delicious and savory and warm. Talon poured her a glass of wine and set the bottle and the two empty glasses on the night stand. Then he sat on her other side to offer the full glass to her.

"You wouldn't be trying to get me drunk, would you?" she asked suspiciously.

"No. I only want you to relax," Talon assured her. "You work so hard, and now you are working to accommodate us, even when you don't need to."

"Don't worry about it," she grumbled dismissively as she took a drink.

"You were very brave to even take Brandt out of the PPA," Zaide ventured. "Most people wouldn't get involved with that sort of thing."

"Bravery had nothing to do with it," Sydney denied. "I just felt sorry for him. He was going to be killed for not being what they wanted. I just wanted to give him a chance at a normal life."

"You have such amazing compassion," Talon said admiringly, brushing a stray lock of hair over one ear.

"Hey!" she protested sharply. "None of that."

"You are just so beautiful, on the inside and the outside," he defended himself.

"What part of 'I don't want sex tonight' are you not getting?" she demanded.

"The part where you blush every time you look at us," Zaide replied. "And the part where I can feel your temperature rise when I do this." He leaned down and kissed her earlobe, barely scraping it with his teeth before kissing his way down her neck to her collarbone.

"S-s-stop it!" she moaned huskily. "I'm really not in the mood."

Talon moved behind her and massaged her shoulders while Zaide continued to lavish attention on the contours of her throat. "You think to punish yourself for Brandt's foolishness," Talon said bluntly. "When really, it wasn't your fault. Don't let him influence your choice to enjoy life. Just because he tried to throw his away doesn't mean you should stop enjoying yours."

"Didn't they teach you that when a woman says 'no' it means NO?" she asked as she closed her eyes against the sweet sensations both men were raining on her body. Zaide unbuttoned her blouse and explored the tops of her breasts with his burning lips and probing tongue.

"Are you truly telling us no?" Zaide asked, his voice slightly muffled in her cleavage. He pealed down one cup of her bra to expose the hardened nipple. Without hesitation, his tongue attacked it. She gasped and her breasts thrust towards him invitingly.

No, she wasn't saying no. She was so stressed out, all she wanted was to be turned inside out by the pleasure these two men were capable of dealing her. They were going to become a drug to her, she knew it. An addiction. An escape. And to hell with them all, she didn't care right now.

Zaide and Talon worked together to undress her and themselves. They slipped her out of her work clothes and undergarments with smooth caresses that only heightened her arousal. They also set the tray of food aside. Somehow, Sydney retained possession of her wine glass through the entire disrobing.

Talon returned to his kneeling position behind her on the bed and massaged the tension out of her neck and shoulders, his hands working in soothing patterns even as his touch sparked a smoldering craving in her blood, his hard erection pressing against the small of her back. She leaned back into him as Zaide returned his attentions to her breasts for a moment before kissing his way down her body. When that remarkable tongue of his slipped through her moist and swollen lips, she cried out and jerked. Wine spilled across her torso, the garnet beads complimenting her flushed skin. Talon bent forward from behind her to lap up the spill, taking care to collect every drop with a sensual caress of his tongue.

Mischief twinkled in her eyes, and Sydney purposefully and erotically poured her glass of wine all over herself, drizzling the liquid from her throat to her hips. Tiny rivulets of alcohol decorated her body as Talon and Zaide worked to clean up the mess with their mouths. Their combined efforts felt amazing, and succeeded in driving out all thoughts of guilt from her mind.

With the last of the wine lapped up, Zaide returned his attention to her sweet, feminine folds between her legs. He licked hard, enjoying the mingled taste of her natural juices and the aged wine on his tongue. She tasted better than he remembered. He licked her over and over again, while Talon held her still and alternated between nibbling on her neck and kissing her face. Zaide used his powerful arms wrapped around her satiny thighs to bring her closer to him, and then, with agonizing slowness, pierced her with his tongue.

Sydney almost exploded right then. Zaide began to move his tongue, feeling around inside her while his hot mouth and lips continued to stimulate her lips. Talon was enjoying the sweet torture of being behind her, almost ignored in the face of Zaide's tongue's legendary performance, which only pushed her back into his own painful erection. Talon moved from massaging her neck to massaging her breasts and synchronized his motions with Zaide's.

Pleasure was winding tightly inside Sydney, ready to burst when Zaide found some mysterious pressure point within her. He caressed it once with his tongue, and the pleasure exploded deep in her womb, radiating outward until the tips of her fingers tingled. She cried out, arching her hips into Zaide, even as Talon swept in to kiss her hotly on the mouth, unwilling to be completely forgotten by his mistress.

The two men let her down gently from the orgasm, taking care not to over stimulate her. Zaide moved up her body so that his engorged member sat outside her drenched entrance.

"May I, Miss Sydney?" he pleaded. "I want you so badly I could cry."

"oh...kay..." she gasped.

Gratefully, gleefully, Zaide gripped her hips firmly and pressed forward to gently slid into her slick channel. Sydney gulped as his sheer girth filled her and stretched her as nothing had before—not even Talon. He felt so good, so satisfying, until he began to move, and then she moaned in ecstasy with every stroke. Talon still sat behind her, propping her up, kissing her, massaging her breasts gently and toying with her nipples. His expert ministrations compounded the sensations racing through her body.

Zaide gasped with the initial pleasure. She was a paradise, just as Zaide knew she would be. Then he withdrew partway, pulling a small moan from her at the same time. Then he thrust deeply into her. She was tight and hot and so slick that he could drive himself so far into her. His mouth captured her whimper at his delightful invasion. His own grunts of pleasure harmonized with her moans of rapture as he increased his rhythm.

Sydney gently rolled her wineglass away on the bedspread to a safe distance, and then proving that she hadn't forgotten about him, she reached back with both hands to grip Talon's swollen and weeping erection. She couldn't do much in the awkward position, but using his own pre-cum as lubrication, one hand's fingers danced around the delicate head while the other massaged his balls and the hidden vein of pleasure between them, caressing it until Talon's hips strained as he thrust into her hands and the small of her back.

The three of them built a rolling rhythm together, Talon pushing up into Sydney while Zaide pressed down, Sydney providing what friction she could. Talon squeezed and kneaded her breasts while Zaide gave the same treatment to her butt.

Then her orgasm barreled through her, taking her by surprise. Sydney screamed as she lost control. It was too much. Her body convulsed under wave after wave of pure pleasure. She arched against both of them, convulsing in thundering waves of pleasure. Zaide managed two more deep strokes before his own climax seized hold of him, burst in every blood vessel in his body, and he spilled his seed deep inside her. Talon strained behind her and she felt his warm semen shooting up her back and between her shoulder blades.

Zaide reluctantly released his grip on her ass to lean on balled fists, holding up most of his weight as he tried vainly to regain his breath. Talon had to release one of her breasts to catch himself before he fell backwards, and slowly lowered himself onto the pillows at the head of the bed. Sydney followed him, leaning on the hard, heaving muscles of his chest. She was seeing white spots, and highly suspected she was hyperventilating, but couldn't stop panting with post-orgasmic exhaustion. Talon was still kissing her softly and brushing her excruciatingly sensitive nipples with one hand, sending aftershocks of pleasure through her body.

Sydney felt oddly euphoric in this state, like she could be queen of the world or maybe she had somehow ascended to Nirvana. She thought of poor Brandt lying helpless and hopeless in the hospital, and instead of feeling guilty, she felt sad. He would never—could never—experience the joy the three of them had just shared. Whatever the PPA had done to him, they had ruined even the thought of sex for him; even the merest physical contact made him shaky and frightened. She felt more determined than ever to make him whole again. She couldn't force anything on him—even suggesting some things in casual conversation was out of the question—but she was not going to let him wallow in misery alone for the rest of his life.

"Miss Sydney?" Zaide said, concern in his expression overriding his post-orgasmic exhaustion. "You look sad. Did I not-"

"No—Heavens, no, Zaide, you were fantastic," she quickly reassured him. "I just had a thought pass through my mind. But it's gone now, don't worry."

Zaide wrapped his arms around Sydney's waist and nuzzled her stomach like he had done in the car. Talon wrapped his arms around her shoulders and buried his face in her hair. Sydney put a comforting hand on each of them while they all caught their breath. This felt so strange, but in a good way. She'd never been in a serious relationship, and all the non-serious ones had fallen apart at just about this point. But with these two men—two men she had bought and paid for—who had no reason to feel any real affection for her—if she didn't know better, she'd say they loved her. And she was dangerously close to loving them back.

Shying away from amorous thoughts, she patted Zaide an Talon encouragingly. "Come on, boys. Time to clean up."

Reluctantly, Zaide and Talon released her and let her wiggle out from between them. Sydney led the way to her large bathroom. It was a work of art—something Sydney had renovated the instant she had inherited her father's house. She had designed her bathroom to be like a Japanese hot-springs resort. The walls were styled with crisscrossing thin strips of dark-stained bamboo to look like the paper screens. Similar bamboo, lacquered against moisture, constructed a linen cabinet and hamper by the door. Her counter tops were dark slate, and bamboo mats provided traction on the floors. Scenic traditional brush paintings adorned the walls and plush red towels hung on every dark bamboo towel rack. The bath tub was a large, 4-person whirl-pool Jacuzzi that Sydney had specially ordered for deep relaxation. It wasn't quite big enough to do laps, but when she was by herself she could float freely without touching the sides or the bottom.

Sydney turned to her two companions with a mischievous look in her eye. "Zaide, would you please fill the bath tub? Talon...get in the shower."

Something about her tone made the command deliciously sinister. Obediently, Talon went to stand in her large, bamboo-paneled shower. Sydney reached past him and pulled out the detachable shower head while deftly turning on the water. Cold.

Without warning she sprayed Talon with the icy water. He cried out in shock, holding his hands against the bitter barrage. She flicked the showerhead to spray up and down his body, from shoulders to hips. It was the kind of prank she always wanted to play, but didn't dare for the possible repercussions. Talon, however, was a safe victim.

"Mistress," he spluttered against the spray. "What have I done?"

"You didn't wait your turn," she replied sweetly. "You came all over my back and yourself. Did you think that I would forget you? That I wouldn't consider your needs?"

"It was the heat of the moment, Mistress," he replied, still desperately trying to fend off the chilly water. "I beg your forgiveness. I promise I will be more patient in future."

Sydney reached in the shower and turned off the water. She turned to Talon and took his face between both her hands. "Never think that I will forget about you," she said softly. "Let your body do what it must, but never assume that I do not care for your needs." She kissed him then, her hot lips colliding with his cold ones.

Her warm hands on his chilled skin felt wonderful, her lips even better. As she pressed her body into him, it was like a brand on his icy flesh. The pain from the cold and the heat from her lustful body burned pleasantly and stirred his passions all over again. It was another example of her unique tortures.

"Now, come clean your handy-work from my back," she purred. She led the way to the steaming bath Zaide had filled and gingerly slipped into the hot, fragrant waters. Zaide slipped in right behind her, but Talon was not far behind him. The hot water sweetly burned his cold skin, but it only focused his attention on Sydney. He actually pushed Zaide away and took the seat closest to her. Talon then poured water and rubbed Sydney's back to remove the slick evidence of his lust for his mistress. Somehow, her mistreatment of him—as mild as it was compared to the sort of mistress (or master) he had expected—only made him want her more, almost childishly.

"Why does he get to call you that?" Zaide asked, pouting a little, upset at being shoved by his co-attendant.

Sydney smiled at him. "Because he wants to get the snot knocked out of him. But if it will make you feel better, I'll let you pick out a special name for me."

"It is not my place," Zaide automatically said.

"Come on. Look, I'm never going to be the tyrant you two seem to expect, so just go with it. Enjoy life. Zaide, you could call me anything you want, right now, and I wouldn't care," she insisted, leaning into Talon's massaging hands.

"I'll think about it," Zaide replied diplomatically.

Sydney broke away from Talon for a minute and reached over to grab Zaide's arm. Her other hand reached back to tug Talon to her. Holding them both closely, she confided softly, "Thank you. For getting me out of the hospital, for shaking my funk, for taking good care of me."

"We live to-" Talon started to say.

"I'm not finished yet," she interjected. "I know—or rather, I think I know—that you were prepared for certain things, and I'm really not the person they were expecting to sell you too. I was just in the right place at the right time, and I had a moment of weakness. That being said, I'm also grateful that you are not the scum the male gender is usually comprised of. You two could easily over power me, steal valuables and money, and live comfortably in Mexico for the rest of your lives."

Talon and Zaide shook their heads, emphatically denying such heinous behavior.

"Still, it is much appreciated," she reiterated. Hugging their arms close again, she went on, "I'm feeling all warm and a little buzzed from the endorphins, so don't expect me to repeat this later. I really like you guys, and I want to make the best of this whole thing. The three of us. Together. For a long, long while. And I really want to help Brandt."

She felt them shift uncomfortably.

"I know you don't like him. He'll never be a part of what we have—he might never have consensual sex in his entire life—but we're the only ones who can help him have anything like a normal life," she insisted. "That's all I want for him."

Reluctantly, Zaide and Talon nodded. If it would make Sydney happy, they would do anything, even put up with a broken stray like Brandt.

She smiled at them, a brilliant 1000 watt smile that lit up the bathroom. In that smile were all the reasons why Zaide and Talon were falling for her so quickly. It was part of their training to be conditioned to love their owner, but it was dangerously easy to love Miss Sydney.

"Alright, now. What time is it?" she asked, craning around Zaide's broad shoulders to see the clock on the countertop.

"Almost nine pm," Talon supplied.

"Oh well, that means the malls are closed," she sighed. "We'll just have to go shopping tomorrow."

"We do need groceries," Zaide said. "I can make up a list tonight."

"That too, but I was thinking about going shopping for you guys. You know, more clothes and shoes and things for you," she explained.

"We have plenty," Talon assured her.

"Maybe if you're starving students, but if you're going to be my personal assistants for work, you're going to need suits, ties, and things. I'm running a high-class joint, here, and I'm not going to let you run around in t-shirts and sweats all the time," she mock-scolded. "Besides, there is this other little store I'd like to take a look at." Her eyes twinkled mischievously.

"Oh," Zaide and Talon said simultaneously. It was part of their training to insist upon (as much as possible while maintaining submission and compliance) and to make do with the bare minimum, but as they were now assets of Miss Sydney, and should be attired so as not to be an embarrassment for her. And if they were reading her hints right, she was planning to take them to a sex shop. It had always been spoken of as a rare honor to help a mistress or master choose the implements of their pleasure, and both men were looking forward to finding out more about Miss Sydney's desires and fantasies.

"Just remember, you are both allowed to tell me when you don't like or want something. I couldn't bear it if...if something I did drove you to..." Her voice was choked off as a stone of fear at the thought of finding either of them in the same state as Brandt lodged in her throat. "Just...let me know. OK? I promise I won't be mad or anything. Honestly I won't."