Swan's Song: the Birdcage

CHAPTER 12

Swan lay on the couch with her feet in Master Sean's lap. Swan was reading, and Master Sean was doing his best to distract her with a foot massage that occasionally involved tickling the bottoms of her feet. Master Tristan sat across from them reading email on his phone.

"Quit it," Swan said with a smile. "I'm trying to read!"

"How can you focus on that book when my face is over here. Didn't you once say it was the most beautiful face in the world?"

Swan laughed, "I said no such thing! I would never. Your head would get so big you wouldn't fit through doorways."

"But you thought it," Master Sean said with a tone full of promise. Swan squeezed the top of her legs together as her imagination took wing but kept her eyes on her book just to frustrate her master. Master Sean pushed Swan's feet under him as he got up and crawled up the couch, his body hovering over hers. He stuck his head between her hands and under her book so that she was now looking at him with her arms around his neck. He grinned devilishly and lightly bit her nipples through her tank top. Swan groaned, losing her grip on her book it tumbled to the floor. She pushed her chest higher begging for more with a light moan.

After a few more nips, Hudson interrupted Swan's fun by entering the apartment, "I have today's mail."

Master Sean got up to intercept Hudson while Swan coughed indignantly that he left her so rudely. He grinned at her from across the room, knowing exactly the state he left her in. She huffed in frustration, got up and gently threw herself into Master Tristan's lap. He set his phone beside them and wrapped his arms around Swan.

"Did Sean make you moan and then leave you?" he asked teasingly.

Swan pushed her bottom lip out as far as it would go, scrunched her brows together into her best sad face and nodded pathetically.

"Why don't I pick up where he left off?" he said as he leaned down to kiss her neck. Swan leaned her head back to give him access and sighed with pleasure.

"Hey!" Master Sean shouted from across the room. "Guess who we got a letter from? Like an old fashion, hand-written letter!"

Master Tristan laughed and pulled away from Swan who groaned in frustration and thought about rolling onto the floor to throw a tantrum. "My guess is Kent. He's the only person I know who even writes letters still. He might be the only person on this planet who still writes letters."

Master Sean laughed, "Yup! It's from Kent." He continued reading the letter and giving updates, "He's doing good... has a new estate near the Scottland border... wants us to come visit... oh! And he's coming to visit us!"

"Really?" Master Tristan said with surprise.

Swan had realized her moment had passed and got up to get a drink. "Who is... Master? Kent?" she asked, not sure if she was using the right title.

Master Sean nodded in confirmation, "He's a very dear friend of ours from school. Your masters went to a very stuffy boarding school in England. Tristan was a year ahead of me, and Kent was in my class. Tristan and I were already close friends, but Kent fell in with us easily. He was our third Musketeer."

"When is he coming? For how long?" Master Tristan asked.

"Sounds like next week, but just for a long weekend. Hey! His birthday is that weekend," Master Sean remembered.

"Why don't we throw him a party," Swan suggested. "He sounds like an important friend, and I can't wait to meet him. We can't ignore his birthday then."

Master Tristan wrapped his arms around Swan from behind and kissed her cheek, "That is a great idea."

"Ooo, I have an idea too," Master Sean said excitedly. "Why don't we do a theme change with the birds for his party?"

Master Tristan chuckled lowly, "Now that would be fun for Kent."

Swan looked at them both with confusion, "Theme change? Like we won't be birds for the party?"

Master Sean answered, "Kent doesn't keep as many girls as we do, but he has a few. His girls aren't birds, though. He picked a different theme."

"Oh" Swan said. "What are his girls called then?"

Master Tristan answered her from behind, "Foxes."

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Swan stood between Master Tristan and Master Sean just inside the main entrance. Master Kent's limo pulled up and stewards began unloading the vehicle, one opening the door for Master Kent. He stepped out and spotted the trio inside, "Tristan! Sean!"

Master Kent dashed through the entrance and gave Master Sean a hug, the two of them slapping each other on the back. He eyed her between them, his face full of mischief, "I'll get to you in a moment!" and hugged Master Tristan in the same way. Swan got the feeling Master Kent's personality was closer to Master Sean's than her stoic Master Tristan.

Master Kent was tall, about the same height as Master Tristan. But where Master Tristan was dark haired and dark eyed, and Master Sean light with almost blonde hair and light eyes, Master Kent was their medium. His chocolate brown eyes and matching hair framed a strong jaw and a long nose.

He stepped back from her masters saying, "It's so good to see you two." Swan thought she heard some emotion behind his words. Maybe it was hard for Master Kent to live so far away from his closest friends. "Now, Swan. Let me get a look at you." He put his hands on her shoulders and gently turned her around to look her up and down. "It turns out that my friends are not hallucinating. You are, indeed, as beautiful as they described. They talk of nothing else any time I can get them on the phone."

Swan blushed, her heart soaring to hear how her masters talk about her when they were not together. She never doubted them, but it was nice to hear. "I'm delighted to meet you," she said, wondering if she should hug him or shake his hand.

Master Kent looked to her masters, "May I?" Smiling, Master Sean nodded quickly. Master Kent wrapped an arm around her waist and his other arm around her shoulders, suddenly tipping Swan to the side. She gasped in surprise, and he pressed his lips to hers taking advantage of her open lips to slip his tongue just inside her mouth. She felt him exploring her in the kiss, testing her. His lips were gentle but teasing. Swan felt a promise of more behind the kiss, desire and pleasure dangled before her. Part of her tightened and melted simultaneously. Swan reached her arms around his neck and pushed into the kiss as if she could unlock the promise with her lips.

He broke the kiss sooner than Swan was ready for, a mew of protest escaping her. He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, again exploring her, testing her. Swan saw more of that promise in his eyes: a twinkle promising enjoyment and pleasure. Master Kent finally lifted her, and Swan was grateful he kept his arms around her until she found her feet. She felt lightheaded and needed a moment to steady herself.

He finally let Swan go and said to his friends, "You are two lucky bastards."

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They sat in the apartment visiting while Master Kent waited for the staff to have his guest suite set up. Swan quietly observed them, catching up on social circles, asking about updates on business ventures, and teasing each other with jokes that were obviously very old and very inside their trio. It would have been easy for Swan to feel like an outsider, but Master Kent made sure his conversation was directed toward Swan. She didn't chime in with much, but she felt included. It endeared her to Master Kent.

Hudson came in to let them know Master Kent's suite was ready and to give Master Sean a message. Master Sean groaned to Master Kent, "Blast it. We had a merger this weekend that we'd hoped would smoothly take care of itself, but it's not. Tristan, we need to get into the city tomorrow to take care of this."

Master Tristan, with Swan sitting in his lap, suggested, "If we must be out tomorrow, then it's perfect timing for Kent and Swan to spend the day together. If you both would like that."

"I would love to have Master Kent all to myself," Swan said.

"Then it's a date," Master Kent replied

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Swan woke up the next morning and rolled over in bed. She noticed she didn't roll over onto either of her masters and felt blindly around the bed for one of them. Finding only empty bed sheets, she cracked her eyes open and sat up. Both Master Tristan and Master Sean were already showered and getting dressed. She scrunched her eyebrows together, pouting a bit that they were leaving her so early.

Master Sean gasped, "Look at that sad face!" He sat beside her in bed but continued buttoning up his shirt. "If you're not careful, it'll stick that way." He kissed her on the forehead and got up to grab his suit jacket. "Remember, you get Master Kent all day today."

Swan smiled at that. She was excited to get to know her masters' friend. "I just can't wait to see if he has any naughty stories about you from school."

Master Tristan uncharacteristically guffawed, "Kent has plenty of those. We were constantly up to something."

Swan got up and opened the wardrobe where her clothes were, "What should I wear for Master Kent?"

"Whatever you want to wear, Swan," Master Sean said absently.

"No," she lightly whined. "I want to impress him. He's your friend. I want him to like me."

"If you hadn't noticed from that kiss yesterday, but he obviously likes you."

Swan smiled but huffed. Master Sean wasn't giving her anything to work with. She finally just picked a white circle skirt with matching crop top. She kissed her masters goodbye and went to shower. By the time she was out of the shower, they had gone. Swan dressed and grabbed quick breakfast. She had just sat down with some coffee when Master Kent entered the apartment.

"Good morning, Swan! How'd you sleep?" he asked as he crossed the apartment to the dining table. Swan started to get up, but he stopped her. "Stay! Eat your breakfast. I can help myself." He grabbed a muffin and coffee for himself and joined her.

"I slept well," she answered. Master Tristan and Master Sean had taken turns making slow love to her last night before they all collapsed into sleep. Without meaning to, she voiced her thoughts, "I slept very well last night."

Master Kent laughed, "I'm sure you did! Those two can be ravenous."

Swan dared to ask, "Does that mean... that you have?"

He almost choked on his coffee, "Oh! No, not myself. Although not because I haven't thought about it..." he drifted off with a mischievous look in his eyes. He shook his head. "Even in school with all the experimenting we did, we never took each other to bed. Tristan and Sean have a deep love for each other that I've never seen in anyone else. I love two of them more than I've ever loved another person. But I think we all knew that taking each other to bed could risk what we had. So we just never risked it!"

"What I mean is that I've seen how ravenous those two can be with their birds. So I find it impressive that you've managed to keep pace with them since your arrival."

"That is the second time you've made me blush, Master Kent," Swan replied feeling blood rush to her face. She quietly confirmed into her coffee cup, "I happen to enjoy their pace immensely."

Master Kent laughed loudly, "You are a perfect match for them!"

They finished their breakfast, chatting over coffee for a while. Master Kent invited Swan out to the garden for a walk in the warm sun. "England so rarely has sun like this until summer, so I need to enjoy it."

They walked for a bit enjoying the view in comfortable silence before Master Kent asked, "Swan, do you mind if I ask you about your past?"

Swan felt her mood deflate a bit, but didn't want to hold anything back from Master Kent, "That's fine."

He noticed the small drop in her demeanor. "Tristan told me about the first night you met." Swan didn't say anything as she thought of that night. She remembered her nervousness; she remembered thinking Master Tristan stoic and hard to read. The thought made her smile. "Your last master hurt you regularly, didn't he?"

She felt her heartbeat speed up but didn't feel the old, familiar panic she used to feel thinking about Master Victor. "Yes. It was a usual part of my life there. I didn't know a master could be as caring as Master Tristan was. That was why he confused me so much that night."

"He told me about the condition you were in when you arrived here. That he sent you here in a cage."

Swan shivered a bit at the memory, "Knowing what I know now, I think sending me in the cage was supposed to be a message to Master Tristan. But the cage was also mine. He keeps his girls caged."

Master Kent clenched his fists at his sides. "Thanks for trusting me enough to talk about this. Since I only talk to Tristan and Sean, I wanted to know your side better from you."

She looked up at him beside her as they walked and gave him a small smile. It was nice that he even wanted to know about her. Now it was her turn. "Master Sean said that you keep a few girls yourself?"

"I do. I have three and I love them all equally despite whatever they tell you!"

Swan laughed, "It's easy for me to share since I get Master Sean and Master Tristan to myself so much."

"My friends did tell me that you were unnaturally generous..." at this Master Kent stopped their walking and took Swan's hand and kissed it. "...and kind..." he kissed her wrist. "...and sweet..." he kissed her forearm. By this point, Swan's spine tingled from top to bottom in anticipation. "...and loving..." he leaned in to kiss her neck. A sigh of desire escaped her lips and he laughed gently against her skin.

Master Kent dragged his lips up her neck and along her jawline slowly. Swan remembered their kiss from yesterday and felt everything between her legs tighten. He held his lips just above hers, holding there, testing her. Swan couldn't tell if she was passing or failing his test, but she knew she needed more. She pushed her lips into his, exploring his lips lightly with her tongue. She could feel him smile against her in the kiss.

"Let's get to know each other better," he whispered, and she hummed in agreement. Master Kent swept her feet from under her and picked her up. He carried Swan back to the apartment, kicking off their shoes he dismissed Hudson, and stood her up in the bedroom. She reached to slid off her skirt, but he stopped her, "Let me." He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her skirt and slid it to the floor. He did the same with her panties, running his fingers along the inside of her leg on his way back up. He slowly pulled off her crop top and unhooked her bra.

Swan stood naked in front of him, his approval of what he saw evident and pushing against his pants. She did the same for him, slowly undressing him, running her fingers up his chest and down his legs until he was also unclothed.

Master Kent picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She leaned down to kiss him from above, an angle she didn't often get. In this kiss all testing was gone. She kissed him passionately and he matched her passion. He lowered her slightly and she felt his erection at her opening. She shifted her pelvis slightly so that he lowered her down on to him. Swan felt him slide into her deeply.

She hadn't noticed him moving them until the bedroom wall hit her back. She broke her kiss to look up and see that he now had her pushed up against the wall while she was impaled on him below. He began to move her up and down, thrusting himself out and in, using the wall to keep her in position. Swan threw her head back and leaned against the wall breathing, "Yes... yes... yes..."

Swan heard Master Kent laugh lightly, but she didn't want him to be laughing. She wanted to make him moan. She looked him in the eyes as she tilted her pelvis again to give him even deeper access to her. His erection slid into her another inch and it was his undoing.

"Oh, Swan!" he moaned and increased his thrusting. He pushed into her roughly, practically bouncing her up and down the wall. Swan caught the tempo and felt everything in her tighten to the part of her around his cock. She threw her head back and closed her eyes, breathing heavily, "don't... stop... don't... stop..."

Just as her orgasm crested into smaller waves, Master Kent pushed into her with a grunt and she felt him pulse inside her. She looked into his eyes and held him there as he emptied himself into her. She felt him finish and slip out of her after a moment. Swan mewed in disappointment as he carried her over to the bed to hold her. "Don't you worry, Swan. Give me 30 minutes and I'll be ready to go with you again."

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By the time Master Tristan and Master Sean arrived back at the apartment, Swan and Master Kent had managed to get clothing back on themselves and be ready for dinner. They hadn't eaten anything since breakfast, being mostly preoccupied all day, so they were starving. Hudson had dinner set already, so Swan was hovering over the table picking when her masters entered.

"We're back," Master Sean called.

"Welcome home!" Master Kent called back.

"I love you man, but your voice was not the voice I was hoping would welcome me home," Sean raised his voice on the last part aiming it in Swan's direction.

"I'm too hungry," she said to him around a mouthful of green beans.

Master Sean laughed and said to Master Kent, "I see you did keep her busy all day then."

Master Tristan set down his things and wrapped his arms around Swan. He nuzzled his face into her neck and breathed deeply, "Did you have fun today with Kent?"

Swan purred with delight to have him close. She shyly replied, "Yes..."

He kissed her and said, "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." He pulled out a dining chair called to Master Sean and Master Kent, "Let's get eating before Swan nibbles everything gone."

"Hey!" she cried and grabbed another green bean.

They all dug into dinner with gusto, so conversation ceased for a few minutes. After a bit, Master Sean asked casually, "So Kent, tomorrow's your birthday, isn't it?"

Master Kent surprised Swan and sighed with resignation, "Yes, you know it's my birthday tomorrow. What do you have planned?"

"What? Planned? I would never plan anything for your birthday," Master Sean said with mock indignation. "I know how much you hate your birthday." Swan hadn't realized. Why didn't her masters say anything when she suggested the party?

"Please. Don't throw me any parties. Just stop."

"Kent, I think you're just going to have to suck it up this year," Master Tristan said.

"Damn it," Master Kent said but there wasn't much force behind it. He turned to Swan, "Will you at least be in attendance?"

She looked to Master Sean and Master Tristan since she didn't want to get thrown under the bus as the party's main instigator. "I will definitely be there," Swan placed her hand over his on the table, "and I promise that you will be delighted by what I have planned for you." She smiled widely at him.

Master Kent smiled back, "Ok fine! I've been bribed. If Swan is promising to delight me, how could I miss it?"

"So, Swan, um..." Master Sean hedged. "Are these promised delights only for birthday boys? Or are those delights that anyone can get in on?"

Swan laughed, "Nope. Just for birthday boys."

"Shit. Kent? I'm going to need you to leave now. You're messing with my supply of delight from Swan."

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Swan spent the night at the birdhouse so the three friends could visit together the next day. She needed some time with her own friends and they had to get ready for the party. Jay, Cardy and Swan hung out all day in the spa. All the birds were in and out of the spa all day wanting to be their best for Master Kent that night. Swan gave them all the details she could on Master Kent.

She whispered conspiratorially with Jay and Cardy on a special surprise she had planned for Master Kent's birthday celebration. Her friends were excited to be in on the secret and their part to play in it.