Sydney's Dogs Ch. 02

"We would never do anything to harm or disappoint you in any way," Talon assured her. "It is impossible even to contemplate."

"We are not broken," Zaide insisted. "We live and breathe for you. Nothing will happen to us without your consent."

"Cut it out," she said with a shy smile. "Seriously. Consensual stuff only—don't try to impress me with your kinkiness or anything. I just want a peaceful life with no more close calls."

Her aching heart was bringing tears to Talon's eyes and causing Zaide's gut to clench. She was all too vulnerable to Brandt's betrayal. Her concern for them was overwhelming—their training did not prepare them for their mistress's pain affecting them this way. Yes, they were conditioned to have affection for only one person—their owner—but they had no instruction on what to do when their owner became more in their eyes. A woman. A queen. A goddess.

"Anyway," she said, bringing their immediate attention back to her, "I have a favor to ask..."

"Name it and it is yours," Talon said instantly.

She blushed. "Would...would you two mind...sleeping with me tonight? I don't mean sex—I mean, I like that—but I mean—just it has been a really long day and all..."

"We would love to spend the night resting beside you," Zaide said, correctly interpreting her babble.

Carefully, the two men helped her out of the bath, taking care that she wouldn't slip, and then they also exited the tub. Sydney walked over to the bamboo linen cabinet and pulled out three plush red towels. She tossed one to Zaide and one to Talon, before wrapping herself modestly and exiting the bathroom. Following her lead, as always, they wrapped the towels around their waists.

They found Sydney rifling through her pajama drawer looking for something to wear. Exchanging a smile, they came up behind her and kissed her cheeks—one on each side at the same time. Then they wrapped their arms around her and gently tugged her away from the dresser.

"Guys!" she cried indignantly. "Can't you let a girl put on some pj's before bed?"

"We like you just the way you are," Zaide assured her.

They pulled her to the bed and Talon turned down the covers. The three of them snuggled together in her king-sized bed, sharing warmth. Talon and Zaide shamelessly caressed Sydney's curves and hollows, as if memorizing the feel of her entire body.

"Guys, we're supposed to be sleeping," she mumbled, trying not to writhe in pleasure under their hands.

"Yes, Miss Sydney," Zaide crooned, but he didn't stop.

"Seriously, you can't possibly want more," she scolded.

"I will never get enough of you...mistress," Talon whispered.

"Talon, don't start with me tonight," she warned.

"You said you would never forget my needs...mistress," he reminded her.

"Should I punch him, Miss Sydney?" Zaide asked, his voice eager for the violence.

"Not just yet," Sydney replied. Addressing Talon again, she ordered in a low voice, "Talon, I told you before, I'm not in the mood to hurt you. If you push me—"

"I am yours to command, mistress," Talon replied, closing his eyes in acceptance of the consequences. He just loved using the forbidden name—it never tasted sweeter on his tongue than when painful consequences loomed.

Sydney's hand fell on his face with a loud smack. The entire side of his face stung sweetly with her strike.

"Let it go, got it?" she growled. She turned as far away from him as she could and snuggled with Zaide.

Talon pressed himself closer to her, his rising erection pushing hotly against her thigh. For the first time, Sydney found herself disgusted with his attentions. She was sated, she was tired, she'd had a long and exhausting day. If he were any other man, she would have kicked him out of bed right then and there.

"Talon," she warned. "If you can't behave yourself..."

"Only tell me how to behave, and I shall do it, Mistress," he murmured in her ear, his hot breath sending prickles of anticipation down her spine.

Sparks of anger blazed behind her eyes. Fine. If he needed the snot beat out of him to act civilly, she would do it. She'd make him regret pushing her too far this night.

"Zaide," she said, her voice serious and cold but excited at the same time. "I need you to tie him to the post of the bed. Use one of the sashes of my robes in the closet. He deserves a whipping for going against my orders."

"Yes, Miss Sydney," Zaide replied, eagerness in his voice at usurping Talon's favored position.

Talon let Zaide jerk him to his feet and tie his hands securely to the tall post of the bed. The satin band bit into his wrists, and unlike Sydney's work the night before, there was no escaping from these knots.

Suddenly something lashed across his back, and he felt the cold-then-hot sensation of the stripe bloom like rose. He could tell by the width of the lash that she was using a leather belt to discipline him.

"Count!" she ordered sharply.

"One," he said through teeth clenched in pleasure. He tensed for a moment, and then the second lash hit his back, crossing the first. "Two."

Sydney felt odd; she was angry at Talon for using "mistress" when she asked him not to, but she was also mad at Brandt. How dare he try to kill himself when all she wanted was to give him a better life.

"Three!" Talon grunted as the belt licked his lower back.

She had given Brandt food and clothing and a private room.

"Four!" Talon cried as the belt lashed over his buttocks.

Tears pricked her eyes when she thought of how she had gone out on a limb for Brant—rescuing him from certain death, and he had just thrown it back in her face.

"Five!" His right thigh stung with the beautiful pain of her wrath.

She was really crying now, tears streaking down her face. Brant was like every other man she'd ever known—only more pitiful. She could have given him everything she had and he would still walk all over her.

"Six!" he almost screamed as his left thigh was lashed.

A sob was threatening to choke her. Why were men such scum bags? She would give her heart away and then they would demand more. So she would give it to them. Then they always broke her heart and ran off with everything else. Tears threatened to blind her as she swung the belt again

"Seven," he grunted as the belt scored a mark on his neck and right cheek.

Zaide caught her from behind, preventing her from lashing Talon anymore. Sydney collapsed into his arms, and bawled on his shoulder. Talon sagged against the bed post, his mission accomplished. This wasn't the worst beating he had received—nor the worst he expected during his service with Miss Sydney. He had known that she was hurting, deep down, from Brant's betrayal and from the betrayal of every other man in her life. She couldn't help Brandt if her anger made her bitter and cold. She couldn't even be happy with herself if she kept her anger inside.

This was the role Talon had chosen. Zaide would be her shield and at the same time take down her walls, while Talon would be her outlet, taking the spear into himself so she could not harm others who could not handle it. Together, they would see to her every need, physical, mental, and emotional. It was their job—their calling.

"I'm sorry," she whispered behind Talon's ear. Her hot breath made his gut clench even as his face burned. Her tongue flicked out to trace the ruby edges of the weal.

"You should not apologize," he insisted. "It is what I live for."

In response, she kissed the welts left by the belt. He could feel the dampness left by her tears, and the spots where the salt water brushed his abused skin stung like fiery needles. It was achy and erotic at the same time, as she gently kissed every inch of angry red skin from his shoulders to his gluts. Then, resting on her knees, she continued kissing over his hips until she came to his aching hard on. She kissed the length of it and then took the tip in her mouth.

Talon's knees trembled with the sensation of her tongue circling his tip in her hot mouth. He had not expected her to replace his pain with pleasure, but he should have known better. She had promised to always attend to his needs, whether they were for agony or ecstasy.

Zaide, not wanting to be left out, crawled on the floor and nuzzled her thighs, whimpering his petition softly. She open her legs wide even while Talon was still in her mouth. Delighted by the offering, Zaide licked and played with Sydney's most sensitive parts. She was just as delicious as before.

With one hand, Sydney gripped Talon's hip to keep him from moving. With the other, she reached down and pushed one finger inside herself, feeding the aching need Zaide's tongue created as he toyed with her clitoris. Zaide's hand stilled hers and he gently withdrew her fingers to as to replace them with his own. Riding his hands and mouth Sydney tried to focus on lavishing attention on Talon.

She became aware of the bedpost was right behind her ear, and if he started thrusting—however involuntarily—it would probably give her an instant headache. She paused in her ministrations.

"Zaide, back up please, I need to adjust a few things," she instructed. Zaide reluctantly backed off. Sydney got on the bed and pulled Talon around the bedpost so that she could still suck on his long erect cock but if he did move, the inside of his hip would only rub against the wood and not her skull. "Now, Zaide, take me from behind," she ordered.

More than delighted, Zaide positioned himself behind her and let his engorged member sit at her entrance, waiting for permission. She moaned encouragingly and wiggled so that her wet heat coated his tip. Not needing any more cues, Zaide pushed into her even as Sydney sucked Talon into her mouth.

Sydney had always wondered how it would feel to be taken doggy-style by one man while giving another fellatio. Now, she decided that she really liked it. She redoubled her efforts with Talon, her lips and tongue teasing as he slid out of her mouth, and then Zaide would push into her and she would swallow Talon to the hilt.

Talon groaned as he leaned against the bedpost, his pounding pulse making the whip marks throb beautifully, only adding to his rapture. Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer.

"Mistress, I—I'm going to—" he gasped.

Sydney just hummed delightedly. Shuddering with the power of his pleasure, he came in her mouth, firing shot after shot of seamen down her throat. She swallowed every drop, the rippling movements of her throat only prolonging his ecstasy. His knees gave out and the satin bonds bit deeper into his wrists as he sagged against them. Finally Sydney pulled away to lick her lips, her eyes slumberous and sexy. Then her own orgasm took her over and she collapsed on the bed, crying out as pleasure shattered her insides. Zaide grunted and gasped as her smoldering sheath convulsed around him, and he too spilled his seed deep inside her.

Lazily, Sydney rolled over and wrapped her legs around Zaide, pulling him to her to snuggle as they both recovered.

"I think," she said as she stretched and wriggled comfortably into Zaide, "That I'm a closet nymphomaniac and sadist."

"Your secret is safe with us," Zaide assured her. Then, after a moment, he asked, "Should I let him down?"

"Yes, I think so," she sighed with a smile. "He probably has not learned his lesson, but he has endured enough torment for the night."

Without protest, Zaide pushed himself up and let Talon loose. Talon fell against the bedpost before pulling himself to Sydney's side. She had repositioned herself in the center of the bed, and he curled beside her, one of his thighs covering hers as he nuzzled her sweet smelling hair. Zaide took up a similar position on her other side as he drew up the covers. Sydney sighed happily with one arm around each of her attendants. Who would have guessed that such an unethical act would have such delightful repercussions.