Miranda's eyes were closed as she imagined that very thing. Her nipples hardened before Krista's eyes and Krista knew if she touched Miranda's pussy, she'd find it hot and wet.

"Then that's what we'll do slave," Krista said. "And you will work extra hard to be a good slave, won't you?"

"Yes Mistress," Miranda said, opening her eyes to stare at Krista. "You know they are all dying to see it first hand."

Krista pulled tightly on the restraints, ensuring there was no give as she attached them to Miranda's wrists. It felt strange to be doing this in front of other people. She had only really topped in private or in small groups.

"It will be easier," Miranda whispered, knowingly, "if you forget about them completely."

"How?" Krista asked.

"Kiss me," Miranda said, "and go from there."

Krista took Miranda's advice. She closed her eyes and pressed their lips together, moving back to lick the edge of Miranda's mouth, before plunging into the kiss. As they kissed, Krista raised her hands slowly up Miranda's abdomen, the barest touch. Miranda's scream was devoured by Krista's mouth as Krista twisted Miranda's breast painfully before sliding back down her body to touch her slippery hole.

"You are a naughty, naughty slave," Krista said as she pulled back from Miranda. "How dare you get turned on by your punishment?"

"I'm sorry Mistress," Miranda said as Krista's flogger made contact with her ass.

Krista pushed her fingers into Miranda's pussy and pulled them out, smearing the cream on Miranda's mouth.

"What is that, slave?" Krista asked. "It's pussy juice, slave ayour pussy juice. A punishment is not supposed to be pleasing. You aren't supposed to enjoy it, slave."

Krista moved around Miranda, stopping when Miranda's back was to her. She brought the flogger down against Miranda's skin, loving the way it sounded when it fell. Several swats rained on Miranda's ass as Krista punished her. Afterwards, she reached between Miranda's legs, pushing her fingers into Miranda's still dripping pussy.

"What did I tell you slave?" Krista asked.

"Not to enjoy it Mistress," Miranda said.

"So why are you still dripping wet, slave?" Krista asked. "Are you a slut? Turned on no matter what I do to you?"

"Yes Mistress," Miranda replied. "I'm your slut. I live for the moments when you touch me a in any way."

"Really," Krista said, walking around to face Miranda again. She wielded the flogger, letting the ends lick Miranda's breasts and forcing a cry from her mouth.

"That hurt didn't it, slave?" Krista asked.

"Yes Mistress," Miranda said. "More please."

"More, slut?" Krista asked, snapping the flogger in the direction of Miranda's pussy. "You want this fire to rain down on your whole body?"

"Yes Mistress," Miranda said, tears beginning to leak from her eyes, "if only you will kiss me again."

Krista leaned forward, kissing Miranda softly for the shortest moment. Then a hail of blows landed as Krista circled Miranda, bringing both floggers down on each smooth expanse of skin. When she had finished, Miranda's body was beginning to glow a a pretty color of pink.

"Did you like that slave?" Krista asked.

"Touch me and find out," Miranda replied impishly.

"Oh you naughty, slave," Krista said. "You shall be punished for your impertinence."

Krista circled Miranda again, swinging the floggers heavily, loving that Miranda had begun to cry out each time one landed against her.

"And now, slave," Krista asked. "Are you still impertinent now?

"No Mistress," Miranda replied.

"Then let us find out if you are still being naughty." Krista said, reaching once again between Miranda's legs to the waiting wetness. With her fingers deep inside Miranda's pussy, a hand came over Krista's eyes as her arms were pulled away and locked against her sides.

"I don't know who you are," Krista said, calmly, "but that isn't the way the game is played here. You have to ask first if you want to play or you'll be asked to leave."

"Not me," Damien said in her ear. "I don't have to ask, Krista, because you will always belong to me, bottom to my top."

"Damien?" Krista asked, completely forgetting about Miranda. "What are you doing here?"

"Claiming what's mine," Damien said, turning her in his arms so he could reach her mouth.

Damien kissed her like a man possessed, as if each touch pulled a part of her soul inside him to walk around with and know they would never again be apart. He released her arms when Krista moaned against his mouth, responding to his kiss. Her arms circled his neck, pulling him closer as her body pressed against him.

God, he had missed her. This was the second time he had nearly lost her and he refused to let it happen a third. She belonged with him and he would never be happy without her in his life.

"Damien stop," Krista said, yanking her mouth from his as she tried to garner some control of her actions. "I know Tyler hurt you by getting involved with me, but I told you before, I want it all. I'm sorry."

"I came all this way," Damien pleaded. "I love you, Krista."

"I know you do Damien," Krista said, feeling her heart break all over again. "I love you too. But Tyler holds just as much of my heart as you do. I've had the whole package Damien and that's what I want. I won't settle for less. I want you both and I want it forever."

Krista felt herself ripped from Damien's arms by another person. She didn't even have a chance to register that it was Tyler's arms that circled her as his mouth crushed against hers. His kiss, though, was completely familiar and she felt herself melt in his embrace, twining her arms around him as his kiss seared her soul.

"What are you doing here, Tyler?" Krista asked, when she finally came up for air.

"Claiming what's mine," Tyler said, repeating the same thing Damien said.

Krista pulled herself out of his arms, forcefully.

"If you two came all this way to fight over me, you're wasting your time," Krista said, telling the hope that had flared briefly when she realized they were both here that it wasn't going to happen. "I will tell you the same thing I told Damien. I want it all. I want you both."

"Krista, being with both of us was never the plan," Tyler said. "We went into it knowing we would make you choose between us."

"Well, I can't," Krista said, blinking quickly as tears gathered in her eyes. "I care about you both too much to ever be able to walk away from one of you."

"But you can walk away from both?" Tyler asked, as he reached out quick as lightning to draw her back into his arms. He kissed her again, pouring his love into her until it overflowed her heart as his hands caressed her body.

Krista tried to resist, knowing it was hopeless. Tyler could play her body like a concert pianist and she didn't have the heart to pull away. When he finally stopped for a breath, Krista seized her chance and pulled away, tears filling her eyes.

"It's easier to walk away from you both than to pick just one of you," Krista said. "It breaks my heart into a million pieces, but I can't choose. I'm sorry."

Krista turned to Miranda, tears falling down her face as she untied her slave. There was a physical pain crushing her chest and her eyes began to blur her view of the room. Finally, Miranda was free.

"I'm sorry Miranda," Krista cried. "I can't stay here. I have to go."

"Krista wait," Tyler said, grabbing her arm as she turned towards the elevator.

"Let me go, Tyler," Krista said. "It's not enough that you two come here of all places fighting over me like a dog with a bone. You have to do in the middle of all these people watching us?"

"Krista, I'm sorry," Tyler said. "We didn't mean to embarrass you."

"What did you think would happen?" Krista asked, yanking her arm out of his grip.

"We thought you would be happy to see us," Tyler said.

"The last time I talked to you," Krista said, growing angry. "You were on your way to my house, except you never showed up. You didn't call me. You wouldn't take my calls. I called every hospital within fifty miles trying to find out what happened to you. I thought you were hurt, maybe even dead. So yeah I'm happy to see you're alive. Now fuck off."

"What about me?" Damien asked.

"You can fuck off too," Krista said as she pushed past them. "I love you. And I gave myself to you without reserve when you needed me. I gave you everything the day Judith died, my soul even and you threw it back in my face when I needed you the very next day. Neither one of you deserve my love."

"We know," Tyler said. "That's why we came here together to try to get you back."

"We came here to tell you," Damien said, "that we would rather share you than lose you."

"Neither of us can stand to live a life you aren't part of," Tyler said.

"Huh?" Krista asked, turning to look at the two men, now standing side by side.

"You are the most important thing in the world a to both of us," Damien said.

"We can't lose you," Tyler agreed.

"We love you," Damien said.

"And we want to be with you forever," Tyler said.

"What happened?" Krista asked, walking towards them. "Miranda said you weren't even talking to each other."

"Stephen got us in a room together and told us how stupid we were being," Damien said, reaching out to wipe away one of her tears.

"He told us if we fucked this up, he'd take you for himself," Tyler said.

"He also said not to forget that you owe him a night," Damien noted, "and that Elle is driving him crazy wondering when you are going to take her."

"I hadn't forgotten," Krista said. "I just didn't have any way of getting in touch with him and going to the club wasn't really an option."

"I kept hoping I would accidentally run into you there," Tyler said. "I thought for sure that you would come in eventually."

"Why didn't you just answer my phone call then?" Krista asked. "I've called you about a hundred and fifty times since your mom passed."

"Yeah," Tyler said, "but I thought you loved Damien. I didn't see any place for me in your life if I loved you, but you didn't love me back. I was trying to step aside, like he and I agreed, when he first suggested this crazy plan. I didn't know why you kept calling. I thought you two were living it up, happy go lucky."

"One day he asked me why I still wasn't talking to him, now that I'd won the girl," Damien said. "I told him I hadn't and what really happened. Apparently, Stephen overheard."

"So Stephen got you together and helped you figure everything out," Krista said, trying to work it all out in her head. "Then you two decided to follow me here. Wait. How did you get here? You sold your ticket Tyler."

"It wasn't easy," Damien said. "We had to call in every favor we could and Tyler forked over twice as much as the tickets originally cost."

"Wow," Krista said, impressed.

"We love you," Tyler interjected, "and we want to be with you forever."

"Oh god," Krista felt like a tsunami of emotions had just raised up over her head and would break against her at any moment. "I love you guys so much, I can't even stand it. I've been so upset and lonely and depressed at the thought of a life with neither of you in it."

Krista stood up and launched herself into the arms of the guys, laughing as they all fell to the floor. She was kissing back and forth between them with tears still running down her face.

"Told you," Tyler said, with a laugh, feeling his heart brighten just from holding her in his arms.

"Yeah you win," Damien said, feeling happier than he ever had.

"What are you talking about?" Krista asked between kisses.

"I told Damien about the football game and he didn't believe you could tackle a grown man, since you are only about a hundred and twenty pounds," Tyler said. "So I bet him that you could since I've seen it firsthand."

"What do you win?" Krista asked.

"You," Tyler said, kissing her again, "any way that I want you."

"As long as we're all together," Krista said, smiling happily, "I don't care what happens."

"That's all very touching, really, and I'm very happy you could all work things out." Miranda said, "but Krista is already spoken for this weekend. She's here as my Mistress and I'm not willing to give her up."

"It's not me who's spoken for, slave," Krista said, pushing herself off the two men. "It's you. You belong to me this weekend, slave and you will be punished for forgetting it."

"Really?" Miranda asked. "I guess I figured you would abandon me for them. I mean this is exactly what you want a to be with them both."

"True," Krista said, coming towards Miranda. "But it's not everything I need. They are my Masters and we will be together. You though, you are my slave and I'm nowhere finished with you."

The End.