by Rayna Stone
“Oh, well, I thought you’d sort of stay with us. We’re moving too fast, aren’t we?”
Well, shit. He looked so disappointed. She didn’t want to hurt their feelings, but it was definitely too fast. “I’m sorry, Jay. This is just a lot for me to take in. I’ve only known you guys for a week! I feel really good about where this is all going, but I still need my own place. I need time alone to digest all this. If I’m around you both all the time, I won’t be able to really think about anything. I want to make sure all our decisions to move forward are made rationally. You guys need time to think, too. Making decisions after sex probably isn’t the best idea.”
Mac had apparently been leaning in the doorway listening to their conversation. “Oh, I don’t know about that. I can make some amazing decisions after sex. For instance, this morning I decided that you’re staying the night with us and Jay gets to make love to you.”
“Yup. Best decision ever. You really should let Mac make as many decisions after sex as he wants, babe.” Jay looked like a kid on Christmas morning.
“Well, I didn’t say I couldn’t compromise. I’m ready to leave if you are.” God, she hoped that came out indifferent instead of as overeager as she felt.
* * * *
After showers and a nice lunch at the diner, they pulled up to Mac and Jay’s home. God in heaven, how much money did these men have? This was not a house. This was a small mansion right off the cover of Better Homes and Gardens. There was a freaking fountain in the front yard. She could see a huge pond behind the house. It didn’t look like anyone lived within miles of the property.
When she got inside, the gleaming hardwood floor and gorgeous views just took her breath away. The foyer opened to the great room. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased the pond beyond. The furniture was all masculine, oversized leather couches and cherrywood tables. These boys liked their toys. She didn’t even know they made TVs as large as the one on the far wall. This room was designed for leisure. Despite the obvious show of money, it felt so comfortable and lived-in.
The room off to the side was more intimate. A gorgeous marble fireplace dominated one wall. There were bookshelves filled to the max and comfy-looking recliners. She wondered what it would be like to relax with a book on a snowy night with the fire roaring, her men just relaxing with her.
Kat’s jaw dropped when she saw the kitchen. Marble counters and so many cabinets she couldn’t imagine what would fill them. Every appliance was stainless steel. Jay could be a culinary master with a kitchen like this. She was pretty sure with an island that large, Sampson wouldn’t have to worry about overshooting his mark. Just the thought of Sampson in this home made her smile. It made her feel like she belonged here, too.
She absolutely loved the little breakfast nook. The big bay windows that looked onto the flower garden below would be a lovely place to enjoy her coffee in the morning. She hoped they ate meals there, too. It seemed much homier than the large formal dining room she’d only glanced at.
“Your home is just beautiful, guys. I love it,” she reverently said.
Mac pulled her into a hug. “Thank you, honey. I’m glad you like it. We’ll show you the rest later. There’s an office Jay and I share on this level. The basement is all pretty much our game room. We like to get everyone together sometimes for pool or cards. Upstairs, there are four guest rooms and the master. We’ve made one of the rooms into a gym of sorts, and one is for play. We don’t often scene in public at the club, so we’ve designed our own play space.” He was talking so matter-of-fact, like everyone had a room dedicated to BDSM play. She was getting that Twilight Zone feeling again. She started giggling just thinking about a bondage room in a house like this.
“We’ll see how much you’re giggling when I have you strapped to the St. Andrews Cross and introduce to you the pleasures of my flogger, kitten. I have a great many plans for that room.” He was whispering in her ear, squeezing her still-sensitive ass. Jesus, she wasn’t laughing now. She wanted to rub all over him.
“Let’s get some popcorn going while Jay starts dinner. Then we can all settle in with a movie.” Mac stepped away to head for the pantry.
Popcorn? She wanted to tackle him and get naked, and he wanted popcorn and a movie? This was going to be a long night. He knew exactly what he was doing to her. That smirk on his face let her know he’d probably be doing it a lot. Damn.
* * * *
They ate steaks, twice-baked potatoes, and baby carrots in an amazing glaze. God, she hadn’t had a meal like that in so long. Jay really was incredible in the kitchen. If she kept eating like this, she was afraid she’d see more of the gym room than the playroom. And watching a movie with these two was just as decadent as the meal. She was currently lying with her head in Jay’s lap enjoying a scalp massage while Mac rubbed her feet. Lord alive, she may never get up again.
“I don’t know, slave, I think we should figure out how to wake our sleepy pet before she’s too far gone to participate in my plans for the evening.” She noticed that when Mac called Jay “slave,” it seemed to indicate a scene had begun.
Jay said, “Oh, no, you don’t, kitten,” and yanked on her hair.
“Hey! I’m awake, all right? Jesus, that was really mean, Jay. Mac, tell him that was really mean.”
“Okay, kids. Enough. Jay, don’t pull kitten’s hair unless I tell you to. Both of you, get your asses upstairs. Jay, show kitten how I want her when she’s in our playroom.” Mac was using his Dom voice again. She didn’t even think of getting even with Jay. She’d do that later.
* * * *
“Okay, kitten. When we’re in here, Master expects us naked and waiting for him. He usually gives me a few minutes alone. It helps me get in the proper headspace. He’s the boss in here. He’s a lot of fun and a very loving man, but he is a Dom. He expects your submission here. Remember what I said about disrespect and topping from the bottom? You’ll always have a better experience if you truly give yourself to him.”
Kat did understand. She didn’t want to play games with Mac. She wanted to know what giving him control could mean for her. “Jay, I want this. Not just for shits and giggles. For real. Teach me how to await Sir’s pleasure.”
“Very nice, baby.” He ran his finger down her face and gave her a gentle kiss. “You and I are equals here. Master and I talked some more about it. I don’t feel comfortable topping you in any way unless it’s under his orders. I’m not a dominant. It’s enough for me to fill that role in my professional life. I thought at first I’d like to try it on occasion with you, but I realized that I’m too happy in my role as Master’s slave to confuse things. I don’t want you to be confused, either. When Master is gone, whatever we do will be either free time where he gives us free rein, or under his orders. Okay?”
Kat released a breath. She was a little worried about submitting to Jay. He was her playmate, the softer side of Mac. Mac was the strength. He needed Jay and Kat to put some light in his life. They were partners in that. “I’m glad, Jay. I give you all of me, baby, I really do, but I think we both need Mac to be the leader in this. I think he needs us to show him how devoted we’ll be to him. How much love and happiness we’ll give him.”
“God, you really are perfect for us, pet.” He breathed. “Strip down, and come over to the mat. I’ll show you how to kneel for Master. Just get in the same position as me. There are a few other positions, but I’ll show you those when we have some time alone.”
Kat undressed and walked over to the mat where Jay was naked and kneeling. He was sitting back on his heels with his knees spread wide. His hands were relaxed on his inner thighs, palm up. She got into position and looked to him for approval.
“Spread your legs a little wider, you’re to be open to him, and arch your back a bit. You have an amazing body, pet. Show him how proud you are. He loves that body, and you should be proud of it.” She noticed he couldn’t take his eyes off the way her breasts lifted when she arched her back and pulled back her shoulders. She felt so on display, but
beautiful, in a weird way. She was presenting herself for Sir. Just knowing that and looking at the god of a man kneeling next to her was getting her wet. Fuck. Jay’s cock was so hard already that it practically pointed straight at the door. It was like every part of him was straining for his Master’s arrival.
When Mac opened the door, she took a minute to take him in. His chest was bare, and he was wearing black leather pants. He was simply stunning. He looked so powerful and so strong. The air practically vibrated with his energy.
“So beautiful. You two are a vision.” Mac circled them while he spoke. When he was facing them again, he placed a hand on each of their heads. “Kitten, tonight you get to experience my flogger. There will be some pain, but the goal here is pleasure. I’d like to try and get you to fly, but that may not happen. Part of this scene will be for me to evaluate your limits with pain. You will call ‘yellow’ if it gets too painful for you. I’m good at reading body language, but we are new to each other. You need to communicate with me if you’re not feeling pleasure from the bite. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” She was getting so excited, she started breathing faster.
“Excellent. Slave, prepare her for me.” Mac walked away, leaving her in Jay’s care. Jay stood up and offered her his hand. He didn’t speak, but the look of love in his eyes gave her the strength to rise. Jay led her over to the St. Andrews Cross and positioned her hands out and up. He used leather cuffs with fleece lining to strap her hands to the wood. Running a finger under the cuffs, he made sure they weren’t too tight. “If at any time you feel your fingers or toes tingling, you say ‘yellow’ immediately. Master or I will check your circulation periodically, but do not wait for that if you feel tingling.”
Next he lowered to her feet and used similar cuffs on her ankles. He tapped her inner thighs to get her to spread her legs farther and strapped her in place. Finally, he wrapped a strap around her waist and cinched it to the center of the cross so she was completely immobile. She could barely wiggle. Instead of feeling trapped, though, she felt safe. Like she was tied to them and free to just let go. She couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but take what was given to her.
It was so liberating. They had just taken away her ability to make any decision except to stop. She didn’t have to focus on what they wanted, where to touch, how to please. Kat realized that for the first time tonight, her mind was quiet. By taking her freedom and choices, they had given her mind the ability to truly quiet down. She lowered her head and breathed slow and deep.
She didn’t even jolt when she felt something caress her down her back. She was so relaxed. The flogger, that’s what that was. The strips of leather were so soft. Mac circled her body, letting the falls softly skim over every inch of her skin. After a few revolutions, he started to lightly swing. She felt no pain on impact, just a thuddy smack that felt really friggin’ good. He was focusing on her back, ass, and thighs, being careful to avoid her kidneys. His precision astounded her. Focusing on the pattern, she thought he was swinging in a moving figure eight up and down her body.
Every couple of swings was harder, and then he would go back to that thuddy stroke. It was kind of like getting a deep tissue massage. She closed her eyes and relaxed into the cross. Then Mac gave her a stroke with more bite to it. Kat moaned. It didn’t exactly hurt. It was like a thousand licks of fire on her ass. She felt the heat spread throughout her body as he softened the strokes. Then he focused his pattern down to just her ass and thighs. The biting strokes came more frequently, but she found she craved them.
She felt like time had stopped and there was just this feeling. She was breathing so deeply it was like actually being able to feel the oxygen flood her body. Her thoughts were fuzzy and slow. Her skin felt so hot and tight, sensitive to the very particles in the air. She could feel her cream running down the inside of her thighs. Someone was moaning in the room, but she didn’t even know if it was her. Then out of nowhere, she heard Mac drop the flogger and tell Jay, “It’s time, slave.”
* * * *
Jay could not fucking believe this. Kitten was flying. She practically went into subspace by the time he finished binding her to the cross. Christ, she was so beautiful to watch. Mac was definitely a skilled Master, but he didn’t know many subs that could go under so easily. They’d have to watch her closely to make sure she didn’t go so far as to not be able to call a stop to a scene. Mac would be devastated if he hurt her because she couldn’t differentiate pain from pleasure anymore. But this scene was perfect. She was a lovely shade of red that would fade in a few hours. And she was practically shaking with the need to come.
As soon as Mac gave him the go-ahead, they moved in on her. As delicately as they could, they released her from the cross and rubbed down her arms and legs. Face flushed, skin shining with sweat, eyes heavy lidded, she looked like a goddess. When Mac noticed her eyes were losing the glassy sheen of subspace and dilating in pure lust, he looked to Jay. “I want her on the bed. Now.”
Jay carefully picked kitten up. Fuck. She was rubbing all over him like a cat in heat. Twelve times twelve is…He wanted to feel his woman, enjoy the pleasure of her body. He did not want to shoot off like a teenager.
As fast as humanly possible, he got her laid back on the bed in the corner while Mac restrained her arms above her head. He knew Mac understood the restraint really worked for kitten. Jay didn’t need it as much as kitten, but he loved it all the same. He slammed his eyes shut on the image of him on the cross, bound and helpless with his cock down kitten’s throat. “Get it together, slave, you come without permission and you’ll get the cane. Remember your training. Your pleasure is mine. Do not let me down.”
That worked. His Master knew what to say to help him. He knew that Jay hated failing him in any way. Mac had just given him exactly what he needed to get his control back. “Thank you, Master.”
“Always, slave.” Mac grabbed Jay by the hair and pulled his face up close. “I will always give you what you need. I love you. Nothing changes that, slave. Kitten will make us something better than we were. She will never take my love or focus away from you. We are three now, love.” With that, Mac gave Jay a savage kiss. He fucked his mouth and gripped his cock. “Now get this beautiful cock inside our pet, love.”
Kitten was whimpering and panting on the bed. She started rubbing her thighs together. “Did you like watching me kiss my slave, pet?” Mac quietly asked.
“God, yes, Sir!”
“Good, be a good girl, and I’ll let you watch me fuck him. Would you like that? To watch us make love? Maybe I’ll order you to finger yourself. Show us how much we please you. I’ll make you spread your legs wide and let us watch you come when I shoot into his ass.”
Jay knew Mac was thoroughly enjoying setting up that scene for kitten. They were both watching her breasts jiggle with her pants and listening to her moan. Jay was enjoying the image he created, too, and he needed to stop listening before he undermined his own efforts with the condom. His hands were shaking so badly he was afraid he’d never get the fucker on!
“On top of pet, slave. Now. She needs you,” Mac commanded.
Thank the saints! Jay crawled between kitten’s legs and slicked up his cock in her juices. She was writhing under him. “Now, slave. Tunnel your way in…she’s tight and wet…don’t you dare come. When you’re fully seated, I want you stop.”
Kitten wrapped her legs around Jay and rubbed her breasts against his chest. She couldn’t move her arms, but girlfriend was working with what she could. The head of Jay’s dick kissed her entrance and he pushed. He dropped his head at the feel of her. She was gripping him like a fist. He was going to go slow for her, but she squeezed her legs and thrust her pelvis up to take him fully. Goddamn! Uncrossing his eyes and trying to breathe, all Jay could manage was a moan that matched kitten’s.
Just when he caught his breath, he felt Mac drizzle lube down the crack of his ass. “Oh, fuck.” He moaned.
“What’s he doing?” kitten hu
ffed. He glared at her. She was so not the only one who wanted to get this going. She could huff all she liked. He’d just be the guy having a stroke.
“He’s playing with my ass!” he practically screamed.
“I’m not just playing, slave. I’m going to ream your ass while you fuck our pet.” With that, he felt Mac breach his hole and grab his hips. He pushed in all the way, grunting with the effort. Jay’s mouth froze in an O, and he knew true bliss. His cock encased in the wet heat of kitten’s pussy, Master’s hard cock filling his ass, nothing had ever felt better. He’d never had a sexual experience so intense.
“Move, slave,” Mac said in a voice that was more than strained.
Jay bumped into kitten and started to move. He was fucking into her cunt with every thrust, and when he pulled back, Mac slammed home in his ass. Un-fucking-believable!
As their pace increased, kitten started to keen. Mac had found his sweet spot and was hammering into him. “Master?” He had to let go. Kitten was so tight now he was having a hard time moving inside her. His balls had drawn up close to his body and he knew he wouldn’t last.
“Now, loves!” Mac shouted.
Jay shoved his hand between his and pet’s body and rubbed her clit. She came hard around him. She squeezed him so tight she pulled the cum from his balls. Mac thrust deep, shooting into his ass so powerfully he could feel every spasm. Mac collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily. Jay’s arms were shaking from trying to hold their combined weight off kitten. She was gasping for air. Finally, Mac withdrew and pulled Jay off kitten. “Untie her, slave. I’ll clean you both up. Then we’re going to bed before I pass out.”
Yeah. That was a plan he could get on board with. Maybe some sleep would help his brain start functioning again.
Chapter Eleven
The next morning, they were sitting in the breakfast nook eating when Kat realized she had yet to see Mac’s dog. Granted, it was a big house, but a Lab is a big and social dog. Why hadn’t it greeted them yesterday? “Mac, where’s your dog? I wanted to make friends before I go scavenging for bad teeth tomorrow.”