Swan stretched in the gigantic bed and noticed she was alone. Looking around the room for Master Tristan, she noticed that the bed was in shambles: the sheets had come undone, blankets were askew, pillows thrown to the side and on the floor. She smiled thinking of the love they made every couple of hours throughout the night. But now sun streamed in through floor to ceiling windows, and stomach told her it was definitely time to get up.
She put on the white silk robe that Hudson must have brought in sometime during the night. She opened the doors and saw Master Tristan in a robe and Master Sean in his own night clothes having breakfast at the elegant dining table she saw last night.
"Look who's awake!" Master Sean exclaimed. He waggled his eyebrows at her and whispered loudly, "I thought he might have broken you." Swan smiled at him and sat the table. Master Tristan poured her a cup of coffee while Master Sean continued, "I mean, I was surprised he was able to keep you busy all night," here he mockingly glared at his partner, "not sharing you with anyone else who might have wanted to play with you."
Master Tristan's eyes looked toward the ceiling for a second, and Swan realized he had just rolled his eyes. She would have thought her new master—at least one of them—was too dignified to ever roll his eyes. She giggled at them both and helped herself to a pastry and some fruit.
"So, Swan and I get to become acquainted this morning."
"You aren't going into the city today then?" Master Tristan questioned.
Master Sean's tone changed slightly for the serious, "No, but I'll spend the afternoon here. I need to touch base with Don and review the Provenance contract."
"I'll probably do the same. Just join me in the office once you and Swan are sufficiently acquainted." Master Tristan drained the last of his coffee and disappeared into the bedroom to dress for the day. He came out shortly later in khakis and a grey button down shirt. He kissed Swan on the top of her head, and entered through another set of doors in the room that Swan assumed lead to their office.
Master Sean grinned at Swan, "Shall we?"
* * *
Master Sean slipped the white robe from Swan's shoulders and stood back to admire her standing in front of him. "Even without the dress, the makeup and jewelry, you are still the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Victor is a fool." He stepped close to her, and his face hardened, "I want you to know that you are safe with me. I will destroy anyone who ever hurts you." He leaned down to kiss her gently on the lips. But Swan leaned into the kiss as if answering with her desire that she believed his words.
Her new masters amazed her, and she realized she was fervently in love with both of them despite barely knowing them.
She looked up at Master Sean and began unbuttoning his night shirt, "Allow me."
He smiled at her, "Why you forward thing! Alright, I'll allow it."
She pushed the night shirt from him and flung it to the floor. Then she slipped her fingers under the elastic band of his night pants. She pushed them to the floor as well, letting her master's cock spring free. She couldn't resist taking him into her hands, to feel his soft skin over hard desire.
Swan looked him in the eye and began to lower herself to her knees. His eyes widened a little as he watched her take him into her mouth, all the while keeping her eyes on his. She swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock, smiling when she heard him gasp in pleasure. She took him all the way in until his tip rested at the back of her throat. Then she stroked the underside of his shaft with the tip of her tongue as she pulled away from him slowly.
"Oh god, Swan. That is amazing. You are amazing."
His pleasure only encouraged her, and she repeated the motion: taking him fully into her mouth and stroking the underside of his shaft as he left her mouth. She did this excruciatingly slow several more times before picking up the tempo. As she sped up, she added a swirl with her tongue around his tip at the end. Plunge into her mouth, stroke, and swirl. Again and again until she heard him grunt, "Oh Swan!" She plunged him into her mouth and held him there as he emptied himself down her throat.
When he had finished, she slowly pulled him out of her mouth cleaning him off as she did. He looked down at her with adoration and amazement. Master Sean picked her up by her shoulders and threw her onto the bed, collapsing beside her in a heap.
"That was most certainly not fair of you," he accused her.
"Not fair?" She started to worry that she had done something wrong, but that's definitely not what his body language had told her.
"Yes. I brought you in here with every intention of impressing you with my sexual prowess, and you ambush me before I can even get started." He grinned at her and then kissed her cheek. "But now it's my turn, and prepared to be impressed."
He got up on his hands and knees and crawled down the bed watching her like a predator stalking his prey. He grabbed her ankles and pushed them far apart. He stalked up her legs and leaned down over her pussy. He inhaled, like she was a delicate glass of wine and he was appreciating her bouquet. He inserted two fingers into her. She squeaked with delight. He brought his face down, slipping his tongue between the lips of her pussy and finding that oh-so sensitive nub, and made her cry out for more.
Swan had never had anyone pleasure her like this, and she didn't want it to stop. His fingers twisted and poked inside her while his tongue circled and flicked her. Her head spun. She didn't know what sensation to focus on. Her free hands thrashed the bed and gripped the sheets, but she kept her lower half still not wanting to interrupt anything that was currently happening down there. Suddenly she felt all the sensation build at one point in her pussy. Her legs tightened, her toes curled, then she felt like she was exploding into a million tiny pieces.
When she finally found her breath, Master Sean crawled back to the top of the bed and she nestled into the crook of his side. He could feel her energy, and she was practically purring with satisfaction. "I'll assume you are duly impressed. Then my work is done. I'll let Tristan know I'm taking the rest of the day off."
They lay in satisfied silence for a bit, but then Swan turned to look at her master, "No, you need to work, and I don't want to be the one to distract you from it." Master Sean frowned at her, and she finished with a smile, "At least not too much."
"Ugh, fine. I'll do some work, but later. Now, let's have a bath."
He stood and picked her up into his arms carrying her into the bathroom.
* * *
Swan tied the sash on her robe and went to the dining room where Hudson was laying out their lunch.
After a bath and then another—amazing—session with Master Sean, she was famished.
"Miss Swan, can I make you a plate?"
"Yes please, Hudson. I'm starving."
"I figured you might be after all the... activity you've had," Hudson's face remained serious, but she could see a twinkle in his eye. He set a plate in front of her, and she dived in without waiting for her masters. Part of her mind hoped that she wouldn't get in trouble for not waiting, but another part of her mind said her masters wouldn't want her going hungry.
Hudson knocked on the closed office door twice, and after a moment Master Tristan emerged and grabbed a plate as well. Eventually, Master Sean came from the bedroom, dressed and ready for his own time in the office. He fixed a plate and sat at the table with them.
"Swan, you look amazing in that robe. Never wear anything else."
Master Tristan nodded seriously, "I agree. I'll have her stylists create an entire line of robes for her."
Swan laughed at them both and sat back from her lunch satisfied. She opened her mouth to ask a question, but then thought better of it and decided to remain quiet. Her conflict must have been obvious on her face, because Master Tristan put his fork down and looked at her. "Swan, you are always free to speak with us. As long as you're being respectful, there's nothing you could say that would result in punishment."
"It's pretty rare that we or the staff ever have to punish one of our Birds, and it's not something we particularly enjoy," Master Sean chimed in. "And we never want you to feel like you can't talk to us."