Accidental Trifecta

by Avery Gale

  “Yes, Sir.” There was more strength in her response this time and she wasn’t sure if it was because Cam had given her time to settle, or if it was Tobi’s and Gracie’s voices replaying in her head as they expounded on the mind shattering orgasms they achieved at the hands of their two Masters. Her two friends had bragged and boasted about how fantastic the sex was with two men until CeCe had wanted to throttle them both. She wasn’t jealous by nature, but a woman could only take so much.

  She heard both men chuckle and realized her response had probably sounded more like a breathy plea than an answer. Cam kept his eyes on her, but spoke to Carl, “I’d say my lovely slave is curious about whether or not all of the things her friends from the Prairie Winds Club have told her are true.” CeCe felt her spine straighten. How did he know? Dagnabbit, sometimes he is annoying as all holy handball rackets. Living with someone this observant and insightful can be a real pain in my ass…ets—literally.

  “I’d have to agree, she seems quite interested. Even from here I can see the acceleration in the pulse beating at the base of her throat. Her respiration rate has increased and become much shallower as well. If I was going to bet, I’d say her pussy is as juicy as a ripe Georgia peach.” The rich timbre of his voice only added to the lust she felt at Carl Phillips’ words. She hoped she didn’t go off like a rocket at his first touch. It would be mortifying to appear so untrained and embarrass her Master. CeCe wasn’t a fool, she would hold back her release as she’d been told to, but she wasn’t going to deny herself the opportunity to find out what all the ruckus was about, that would just be crazy.

  CeCe felt like a deer caught in the headlights of two of the monster trucks she’d seen on freeway on her way to the club. She became aware of each breath she took, could feel every beat of her heart and every time her pussy clenched with the need to be filled. The more aroused she became the more intense the ache in her core, she felt herself beginning to spin out of control and wondered how far they’d let her go before moving things along. Get a grip, CeCe, they haven’t even touched you yet, and you're about ready to come. She realized their voices sounded distant and there were black spots dancing in her vision just as sharp pain lanced through her nipples. Gasping in a breath, she was shocked to realize she’d been so caught up in the moment she hadn’t even remembered to breathe. If their words can stop me from breathing, I’m not sure I’ll survive it when they actually touch me?

  This time her Master’s voice was razor sharp, “When you don’t breathe, my love, your body doesn’t focus very well, does it?” She was fairly sure it had been a rhetorical question, but she felt obligated to give her head a small shake anyway. “Above all things, I require that you take very good care of what belongs to me. Just as your safe word is there for your protection, it is in place for my peace of mind as well. I need to know that you will let me know anytime things are unsettling you to the point you forget to breathe, pet.” She heard so many things in his words and tone that she wasn’t sure she’d be able to sort them all out. CeCe knew he wasn’t happy that she’d lost focus so completely, but she also felt as if he was misreading the situation. She wasn’t sure he’d appreciate her assessment of the situation so she kept quiet.

  “I think you may be overthinking things, Cam.” Carl’s voice sounded closer than it had a few minutes ago and she wondered if he’d actually moved or just leaned forward. “I think your lovely slave was so aroused by our observations she lost herself in the moment. From everything I’ve heard, she is a brilliant woman with an IQ that qualifies her for a Mensa membership, something neither of us will ever attain. But there are times words aren’t the best way to grasp a concept. Perhaps showing her would be more effective.” Oh, he’s smooth. Positively silky smooth. He’s also full of shit because I’m betting his IQ is every bit as high as mine.

  Damn, if she got a chance she was so calling Tobi or Gracie. Oh craptastic, I’m even starting to sound like Tobi. They’d know the scoop on Carl Philips. Cam had said he was a part of the Prairie Winds team and that meant her friends would likely know all about him. Gracie would know because Jax was Cam’s closest friend. And CeCe knew Jax wouldn’t have sent the man here if he didn’t trust him. She also knew Jax was the head of the club’s security, but when she thought back, she realized Cam hadn’t mentioned the club, he’d said “team” and she’d heard him use the term on occasion when referring to the men he’d worked with in the military. I wonder—

  When she felt a hand cup the base of her skull her mind went completely blank. Good God Gertie, how had she managed to lose focus again so quickly? Both men were going to think she was a brat of the first order, or an idiot despite what Carl had just said. “I’m not sure what is causing all this distress, love, but I do think I know the solution.” Looking up into his eyes, she was relieved to see a small curve at the corners of his mouth—just that hint of a smile put her at ease.

  The truth of it was, CeCe had been struggling for months to keep her head above water. First she’d struggled with post-partum depression but had been foolish enough to keep it to herself for far too long. She’d also taken on far too many patients and that had cut so deeply into her time with Chloe, she often felt as if her daughter barely knew her. And having a full-time nanny living in their home would have been disruptive enough, but the woman was so vanilla that when Tobi had met her, she'd sworn her farts probably smelled like those cheap candles from Walmart. Not being able to relax in her own home had definitely taken a toll. She wasn’t accustomed to wearing clothing at home because Cam had always insisted she be available for his visual as well as his physical pleasure. And not being able to play had robbed her of the opportunities to work off the stress and strain that had accumulated rapidly. There had been moments when she’d felt as if she was being drawn and quartered from being pulled in so many different directions.

  When they’d spoken on the phone earlier, Cam had mentioned he planned to interview a new nanny before they left. She wondered if he’d still be able to now that their plans seemed to have been scrambled. She hoped she’d have a chance to at least observe the interview, after all, Chloe was her daughter too, even if the little imp had become a daddy’s girl so quickly it was downright disgusting. She felt Cam’s finger pressing between her brows and knew she had been frowning. “What was that thought?” There was an edge to his voice and she knew he surely must be losing patience with her little mental road trips.

  “I was just thinking about Chloe, and how much she loves you. She is closer to you than she is to me and I don’t really understand that.” She felt her eyes fill with tears, but she blinked them back, willing them not to fall.

  His eyes softened for just a moment before he shook his head, “That is only natural, I’m her father and she is so much like you already it’s frightening. But it really is a discussion for another time.” Placing his hands around her waist, he lifted her easily as he stood. Without even pausing, he managed to fold her knees as he placed her on top of his large desk. She’d barely registered her position when he stepped right up to the edge, looking down she found herself staring directly at his crotch. Holy hat racks, it looks like it’s trying to escape and that fabric can’t hold it back for long. “Pet?” Scrambling to keep herself propped up on the elbows while easing down the zipper of his trousers, she was careful not to damage the smooth head with the zipper’s metal teeth. She’d known he wouldn’t have bothered with boxers and she was suddenly grateful for his aversion to undergarments. Taking him in her hand, she marveled at how hot his skin felt beneath her fingers. When the musky scent of her Master wafted over her, she felt a rush of fluid fill her sex. A low chuckle from behind her reminded CeCe of Master Carl’s presence. Oh Lord, when had she started thinking of him as Master Carl? Don’t get ahead of yourself, Cecelia. Just focus on bringing your Master pleasure and let him handle the rest. That was the last thought that went through her head before she took him to the back of her throat and moaned around his flesh. Just holding him ther
e sent pinpricks of electrical need sparkling through her, lighting her up from the inside. And then the whole world tilted on its axis when she felt Master Carl’s fingers slide through her slick folds.

  Chapter Five

  Carl knew he had probably startled CeCe, but Christ Almighty, there was only so much torture a man could take. He’d watched the interplay between Cam and his lovely sub until he’d started to worry he was going to make a fool of himself and come in his pants like an inexperienced teenage boy. The woman was beyond gorgeous. The pure passionate sensuality that surrounded her drew him in and he simply couldn’t wait any longer to touch her. After the first slide of his fingers, he watched as she arched her back giving him a world-class view of her waxed pussy.

  Leaning forward he pressed a soft kiss against each of her ass cheeks and smiled when she moaned as she pushed back for more. The vibration of the sound brought a curse from Cam, “Holy fuck that feels good, pet. Your mouth is like a hot, wet glove made of the finest silk.” His head fell back and his groan let Carl know CeCe wasn’t showing him a moment of mercy. Sliding his fingers leisurely through the warm honey coating her labia, Carl could feel the sensitive tissues swelling as her blood rushed into the fluttering petals. Lightening his touch to keep her dancing on the edge of release, he had to bite back his smile when he heard her growl of frustration. Leaning down once again, he bit her—not enough to break the skin, but enough for her to carry the mark the rest of the evening. “Growling when you don’t get what you want is considered bratty behavior at Prairie Winds, sweetness.”

  “And I swear I’d beat her lush ass if I had any desire whatsoever to pull out of her heavenly mouth.” Carl grinned at the man’s pained expression. And received a reproving look for a split second before his head fell back once again. “Christ, you’d better step up your game, Master Carl, because I’m not going to last much longer. Her tongue is playing a symphony on my cock.”

  Carl looked up and merely arched his brow. Seriously? The man wants to challenge me? Well, I’ve learned a lot in the years since we last saw one another, my friend. Game on. “Is that a fact? Well, in that case, Cecelia, I have a deal for you. You get your Master off before I get you off and you get to choose what we have for dinner, keeping in mind of course, I’ll reserve the right to eat it off of your lovely bare breasts.” He felt her sheath clench around his fingers in response and grinned. “And if I win, I’ll choose. And just so you know, my fondness for hot fudge sundaes is almost legendary.” This time she shuddered and moaned around her Master’s cock as she redoubled her efforts. Aha, so the little subbie has a competitive streak—good to know.

  Pulling the chair up with his feet, Carl lowered himself on to it, putting his face at the perfect height. He didn’t waste a moment before leaning forward to cover her clit with his hungry mouth. The little nub had already been peeking out from beneath its hood begging for his attention. Flicking it with random speeds and pressure, he waited until he felt the first tremors quaking through her body and then he pushed two fingers into her depths. With the precision of the sniper he’d been, he drew upon all the experience he gleaned from years of practice with subs to press down directly on the spongy spot he knew would catapult her over the edge into a glittering abyss of pleasure. Her orgasm was so powerful he felt the flood of her release wash over his hand. Her scream took Cam over a split second later and Carl leaned down to press soft kisses against the sweet dimples at the top of her ass. “Perfect.”

  When Cam fell back into his chair, Carl felt CeCe shudder at the loss. He wrapped his arm under her and steadied her when her muscles started quaking from the isometric exertion of her muscles. “Whoa, baby. Let’s get you up and settled a bit, shall we? I’m afraid we spun you up pretty fast, don’t want you to drop on us.” Carl had seen the effects of sub-drop and it had always reminded him of the adrenaline crash soldiers often experienced after a particularly challenging mission. It would be unsettling to her at the least and that wasn’t the way he wanted her to remember their first session.

  There was something special about CeCe and he wasn’t sure exactly what it was yet, but he’d felt as if his soul had recognized her the moment she walked into the room. He and Peter had shared women for years, but he’d never felt the instant connection to any of those women that he’d felt with the sweet armful of curvy woman he held in his arms. When he turned to walk around the desk to place her in her Master’s lap, he saw Cam wave him off with a pointed look to the sofa on the other side of the room. Shrugging, he turned and made his way over, sitting easily without letting her go. He settled back, relaxing as the cool leather upholstery soaked through the fabric of his shirt. Carl was grateful for the distraction of the flickering fire in the fireplace, hell, anything to take his mind off his aching erection.

  When he shifted CeCe ever so slightly to relieve some of the pressure her soft curves were putting on his cock, he felt her giggle. “Well, I see you have recovered nicely, sweetness.”

  She looked up and he was struck by the depth of her dark eyes. He still couldn’t tell if they were brown or a midnight blue, they reminded him of the Great Blue Hole in Belize—stunning in its depth and mystery. “I’m sorry, Master Carl, I wasn’t trying to be disrespectful. Sometimes I’m just a little disconnected for a few minutes after I come that hard.” Carl watched as she seemed to be choosing her words carefully before continuing, “I think you won. I don’t supposed you’d be interested in hearing how much I was hoping for a nice bowl of room temperature soup for dinner, would you?” For the first few seconds Carl was too stunned by her words to determine if she was serious. But when she batted her eyes in that overly dramatic fashion that every little girl learns before potty training, he knew he was being played.

  Carl knew his easygoing personality often kept people from taking him as seriously as they should—hell, he’d used it more times than he could count during enemy encounters. It was always a sweet moment to see the realization dawn in a target’s eyes when they discovered his duplicity. Of course, it was always too late at that point, but he enjoyed that split second of awareness. But the mischief dancing in her eyes let him know she’d known exactly how far she could go to lighten the moment, and damned if she hadn’t gotten it exactly right.

  “Hmm, I’ll take that information into consideration, but I have to tell you, lukewarm food of any kind isn’t going to sound appealing to any soldier I know.”

  “No, I guess that would be true enough. Well, I guess I’ll just have to let you handle it and know that you’ll have my best interest at heart.”

  Cheeky sub.

  *****

  Cam ordered a quick snack from the deli on the club’s main floor and smiled at Carl’s surprised look. “I found that members are often so rushed they don’t get to eat dinner before coming in to play. Having food available helps them out, and working there gives subs a way help defray our hefty membership fees. It’s turned out to be a win-win, and judging from Tobi’s enthusiasm, I’d be surprised if Kent and Kyle don’t do something similar in the future.” Enthused was an understatement, Tobi West had literally been bouncing on the balls of her feet while he’d explained the details of Dark Desire’s “Work to Play” program to the petite ball of fire married to his friends.

  While they’d enjoyed the sandwiches, Cam realized the sexual tension between the three of them was still almost palpable. The moment Carl had put his hands on Cecelia the air around the three of them had nearly crackled with an attraction so powerful Cam swore the hair on his arms had stood up. He’d hoped there would be an attraction between his former friend and his wife, but he’d never expected the sizzling chemistry he’d felt during their earlier scene. Now the only problem was, he wasn’t entirely sure how to manage the situation.

  If he let it play out, without any input on his part, there was a good chance they’d all get scorched by the fireball that was sure to erupt. He’d seen these situations play out in the club several times over the years and the results ha
d usually been disastrous. Without careful management, he worried when the smoke cleared there would be little left except ashes. But on the plus side, if he was careful, the potential for the future was phenomenal.

  He didn’t feel like he knew Carl well enough anymore to predict his behavior, but since circumstances had provided him the opportunity, Cam planned to exploit it. He’s settled Carl and Cecelia in the small private room off his office. They’d be able to see and hear the interview. Before he’d left them, Cam had pressed a kiss against his lovely slave’s forehead and reminded her to treat Master Carl as she would him. When Carl had raised a brow at him in question, he’d merely nodded and hoped his friend understood the implied message.

  Cam was grateful Carl would be with Cecelia during the interview because he was certain the other man would understand exactly what was happening when he set off on the unusual path he planned to take with the questioning. He had been absolutely thrilled when he’d seen Lara’s name on the candidate list the employment agency had provided. The woman he’d spoken with had been shocked at his choice, and he’d gotten the distinct impression she wasn’t Lara’s biggest fan—something he planned to check on during their upcoming chat.

  Looking at the large bank of security monitors mounted on the wall of his office, Cam watched as Lara paced restlessly in the reception area. He hadn’t left her waiting intentionally, but he had to admit having the beautiful sub a bit off-kilter would work to his advantage. Leaning back against his desk, he watched for a few minutes wondering how long it would take her to realize she was being studied by Fischer and Peter Weston.