Mastering Angela [Passion Peak, Colorado 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Tara Rose

  Nash slipped his dick into her pussy and began to thrust gently. Behind her, Ian filled her anus with lube again and then slowly slid his dick inside. The sensation of having both cocks in her at the same time was mind-blowing. She wanted it to go on forever.

  She’d always wondered what it would feel like, and whether it would hurt. It didn’t. It was the ultimate surrender. The most unimaginable peaceful feeling possible. She was theirs—every inch of her—mind, body and soul.

  “Oh baby girl… that feels incredible. Are you all right?”

  “I love it, Ian.” She did. Sex in just one hole again would never feel as complete as this did.

  The men changed places, Ian taking off his condom and Nash putting one on, and Angela drifted away to a state of such peace and fulfillment that all she could do was close her eyes and enjoy it. Her climax was explosive, and when each man came, his cries joined hers.

  As Angela’s mind finally slowed down and she drifted off to sleep, she knew that she’d have to eventually tell them both how she felt, but now, that thought no longer frightened her. It filled her with joy, and the surety that nothing could spoil this for them. Everything was perfect.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Nash didn’t want to answer his damn phone. He wanted to stay in bed with Angela for the rest of his life. He sprinted to the dresser and snatched it up, then took it into the sitting room with a quick glance toward the bed to make sure it hadn’t woken up Ian or Angela. They were both still sound asleep. What time was it?

  “Nash, it’s Tommy.”

  “What’s going on?” Was something wrong downstairs? Why else would Tommy be calling him?

  “We just tossed Brett Warner out of here.”

  Nash glanced at the clock over the mini bar. It was only eleven in the evening. He’d been asleep less than an hour, at most. No wonder he felt like death warmed over. “Why? What did he do?”

  “He kept asking if he could take pictures.”

  “What a fucking asshole. Did you get his phone?”

  “No. He didn’t take any. I’ve been watching him all night. But a couple of the Doms complained to me that he kept asking to, so I tossed him out.”

  “Good. He should know better. It’s not like he’s never been here before Thanks, Tommy. And you know what…put him on the banned list. I don’t want him here anymore. It would upset Angela if she saw him.”

  “You got it. Will you be back downstairs tonight?”

  “I doubt it. You’re in charge, buddy. Oh…before I forget, I want to tell you about some documents I found in the basement. Will you be around tomorrow afternoon?”

  “Sure. Want me to call?”

  “No. Just come on over to the pool house. Van and Rowena will be here, and Van should hear this, too.”

  “Not a problem. I’ll be there. Have fun tonight.”

  Nash chuckled as he disconnected the call. He’d already had fun, but he was ready for more. After he slept for a while, of course. As he returned to bed and snuggled next to Angela, his mind wandered back to what Tommy had said about Brett asking to take pictures.

  That bit of news shouldn’t surprise him, especially after that YouTube video he posted, but Nash hoped no videos or photos of his regular patrons showed up online. He had enough trouble with some of the townspeople because of his club. He’d have real trouble if he murdered Brett Warner. Then again, maybe he wouldn’t? Brett didn’t have many friends in this town.

  Why had he been here tonight at all? As far as Nash knew, all he’d ever done was watch when he’d come with Angela. He’d never expressed an interest in the lifestyle. He glanced at her sleeping form. Earlier tonight, she’d mentioned the lack of attention that Brett had given her as being one of the things that had triggered her subdrop. But was there more to it?

  Nash wished he and Ian had recognized it before it had even begun. He believed they’d intervened quickly, but he wished she hadn’t gotten to that place at all. He vowed to make sure she never did again.

  As he tried to fall asleep again, he kept picturing the patrons that had been gathered around him as he and Ian had made the wax designs on Angela’s body. Had anyone besides him and Ian been taking pictures? No. Nash was sure of it. Tommy and the other DMs had been there watching for that, among other things. Surely if Brett had tried to capture a shot of Angela naked and covered in wax, someone would have seen him. But the thought wouldn’t let Nash go, even as he drifted off into dark dreams.

  * * * *

  Ian crawled back into bed after using the bathroom and drinking an entire bottle of water. The thunder and lightning had woken him, and he was surprised that Angela and Nash were still asleep. It was two in the morning. Plenty of time to try and get more rest. As he turned on his side and faced Angela, he realized her eyes were open.

  “Did I wake you?”

  “No. I think the storm did. What time is it?”

  “About two. Go back to sleep.”

  She smiled. “Really, Ian? Is that what you want to do?”

  He blinked a few times, convinced he was dreaming, as she brushed her fingers along his cock. It sprang to attention within seconds.

  “There you are,” she said, her voice soft and teasing. She continued to caress the shaft, moving her hands to his balls as well, until he was moaning and writhing on the bed. “Should we wake up Nash, or just go for it?”

  “I don’t give a fuck, Angela. Just do whatever makes you happy, baby girl.”

  She chuckled softly and straddled him, moving her hands to cover her breasts, teasing the nipples and taking them into her hands. He was speechless and couldn’t seem to move. It was the boldest thing he’d ever seen her do, and he was mesmerized. When she began to rub her wet pussy against his cock, Ian reached for her breasts and then let out a sound of surprise when she caught his wrists.

  “No you don’t, Sir. This time you have to lie there and take it.”

  Ian’s cocked twitched. “Oh really? And what will you do if I don’t, sub?”

  Her smile touched a place deep in his soul. A place he didn’t dare acknowledge. “I’ll show you instead what I won’t do.” She lifted her hips and lowered her pussy over his swollen dick. Ian clenched his teeth as she moved up and down so slowly that it sent his mind racing with thoughts of throwing her onto her back and fucking her until she couldn’t breathe.

  When she lifted up again his cock was free, and he cried out in frustration. “Not fucking fair, Angela.”

  “You’ll survive, Sir.” She bent her head and began to lick and gently bite his nipples. Ian tangled his fingers in her soft hair and gave it a hard tug, but even that didn’t stop her. His dick throbbed now, and if he didn’t fuck her soon he’d go out of his mind. But this was wanton and decadent, and he absolutely loved it. He’d never been able to convince a sub that once in a while he wanted her to take the initiative. Angela either sensed it somehow, or had more of a bold streak in her than either he or Nash had ever realized.

  She finally sheathed his dick again, and threw back her head as he grasped her hips and moved her up and down. “Play with your clit, baby girl. I want to watch you come.”

  “Oh, God…” She touched herself, and Ian fought to hang on. He usually had a great deal of self-control, but this woman drove him to distraction. Fucking beautiful, and sexy, and so damn vulnerable and trusting, that emotions he thought long buried bubbled up every single time he so much as looked at her.

  She moved up and down on him like a piston now, and he could tell she was close to coming. It took every ounce of strength he had to hold on until the dam broke, and then he let go as well. She screamed and he cried out, and when she was finally spent, he rolled her over onto her back and finished.

  When he pulled out, Nash was awake, as expected, and he didn’t waste any time in crawling between Angela’s legs. But instead of sliding his erect dick inside her, he lifted her legs over her head and delivered a few stinging blows to each ass cheek. She cried out again, more from surpris
e than pain, by the sound of it.

  “That’s for not waking me up, too.”

  She giggled and reached for him, wrapping her arms and legs around him as he shoved his cock into her. “I’m sorry, Sir. I got carried away.”

  “Whatever.”

  Ian knew Nash wasn’t really upset. In fact, as he watched him roughly fuck Angela, he knew he was far from angry. He knew that Nash felt the same way about their sexy sub as he did. They were both teetering right on the edge of losing their hearts to her.

  That realization didn’t surprise Ian. He’d had a crush on Angela for so long that he was half in love with her by the time she’d asked them both to train her as a sub. But Nash? Nash had never been in love. Nash had never even come close. Ian knew this as certainly as he knew his own name.

  When they’d started this, all their discussions had been about whether they could handle the inevitable jealousy, but neither of them had discussed what might happen long term. Nash had told him earlier this week he wasn’t ready to discuss it. But now, as Ian watched him gaze down into Angela’s face, he knew that they would have to talk about it. Because if his best friend wasn’t already in love with this amazing woman, Ian would be shocked as hell.

  * * * *

  Angela had one hour to take a shower and change her clothes before Ian was picking her up again to go back to Nash’s house. She needed about three, but she forced herself to hurry up. There wasn’t a spot on her body that didn’t ache, but she didn’t even mind. Her ass cheeks were bruised, and her nipples were still a bit red, though whether that was from the hot wax or the impact play, she had no idea.

  She dressed in shorts and a tank top, this time wearing socks and athletic shoes instead of sandals or flip-flops. They were having the get-together outdoors, as the rain had stopped earlier that morning, but if they went walking through the woods Angela didn’t want her bare feet exposed to the wet loam and insects. She was still brushing out her damp hair when the doorbell rang, but she sprinted to open it regardless. “I should just give you and Nash keys.”

  Ian grinned, sending fresh desire coursing through her body. She’d never stayed this turned on for so long, and she hoped she never ran out of lust for them. Right now, she couldn’t imagine doing so. “I won’t say no to that. Are you ready?”

  “Yes, Sir. Which reminds me.” They walked down the front walk toward Ian’s car. “What should I call you and Nash this afternoon in front of everyone?”

  “Just use our names. Van and Rowena will be there, and even though they wouldn’t care what we called each other, this is an informal gathering.”

  “Why are Van and Rowena coming again?” She’d asked earlier, but Nash had merely said something vague about having to talk to him about doing work at the house.

  Ian’s expression grew guarded. What was that about? “I think Nash wants more work done.”

  She slid into the passenger seat and then waited until Ian got in the driver’s seat and turned on the ignition. “Then why not just call him?”

  “Angela, can’t Nash invite his friends over, even if they aren’t in the lifestyle?”

  “Of course he can. It’s just that you’re acting really odd about Van coming over today.”

  His smile was too quick and fake. She’d never seen him do that, and it sent a shiver down her spine, but this time it wasn’t from desire. “You’re imagining things. Relax and enjoy the day, okay?”

  “Okay.” He was probably right. She was exhausted, and all the coffee in the world this morning wouldn’t have been enough to wake her up completely. But she wasn’t going to complain about last night, and she wasn’t going to let anything spoil this perfect day.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Angela glanced over at Nash, Ian, Tommy, and Van. The four were sitting at one of the picnic tables near the pool house in Nash’s backyard, looking over what appeared to be old scrapbooks. Ian and Nash hadn’t let her see them when she’d asked to.

  “Angela, it’s gorgeous.” Carma touched her training collar again. “I just love it.”

  “Thanks.” Angela forced her focus back to Carma and Rowena. “Yours is, too.”

  “You already told me that not too long ago,” said Carma, smiling.

  “Earth to Angela,” said Rowena.

  “I’m sorry, you two. I’m a bit distracted today.”

  Rowena sipped her glass of iced tea. “What did those two do to you last night?”

  Angela grinned. “I’m not allowed to tell you. You’ll have to use your imagination.”

  “Angela is under a strict no-gossip rule,” said Carma. “Blaine and Mateo told me I’m not allowed to goad her into spilling secrets, or I’ll get spanked so hard I won’t able to walk.”

  “If Van tried to spank me I’d hand him his balls.”

  Angela laughed. She’d always loved Rowena’s no-nonsense attitude. “You don’t get it.”

  “You’re right. I don’t. But I also know you and Carma seem blissfully happy, so I’m happy for you.”

  “What are they looking at?” asked Carma.

  Angela frowned. “I’m not sure, but Ian and Nash have been acting weird about it all day.”

  “Didn’t you say Nash was having more work done?” asked Carma.

  “That’s what Ian said.”

  Rowena shook her head. “Not that I know of. At least, that’s not what Van said. He told me that Nash asked him and Tommy to come over today just to hang out, and also because he’d found something in his basement that he wanted to show him and Tommy.”

  Angela glanced toward the four men again, wishing Rowena hadn’t said that. Now she knew that Ian had outright lied to her this morning, and she tried not to be upset by it, but she couldn’t help it. Then she remembered the little white lie she’d told them both last night, and felt ashamed all over again. Whatever it was that the guys were poring over, it wasn’t something they wanted her to know about, and that meant nothing. She needed to just leave it alone and trust them, the way they trusted her.

  “What do you think it is?” asked Carma, her eyes gleaming with the promise of secrets.

  “No clue. I’ll get it out of Van later and text you. Angela, do you want me to let you know, too?”

  She shook her head. “No way. They’ll find the text and then realize I’ve broken my promise.”

  “Damn…” Rowena looked shocked.

  Carma grinned and placed a hand over Angela’s forehead. “Do you feel all right? I think she has a fever.”

  “I do not.” Angela laughed. “Come on, you two. I told you I’m not going to gossip anymore.”

  “Yeah, but I didn’t think you were serious about that,” said Rowena. “What kind of powers do they have over you, anyway? Are their dicks like huge or something? Are they turbo-charged? I mean come on… they’re only men.”

  “Oh, listen to you,” said Carma. “Have you ever fucked two guys at once? No.”

  “She doesn’t need to,” said Angela. “She told us what Van’s like in bed.” Carma and Rowena laughed, but Angela clamped a hand over her mouth. “Fuck. You two bring it out in me. It’s not my fault.”

  “Sure it is,” said Carma. “You’re dying to give us details. You know you are.”

  Angela put her hands over her ears. “Stop it. Stop it right now.”

  “Look how red she is,” said Rowena. “My hair isn’t even that red.”

  “She’s in trouble now,” said Carma under her breath.

  Angela glanced toward the picnic table and swore again as Nash, Ian, and Van made their way toward the three. Ian and Nash were giving her curious looks. “You two are rotten to the core.”

  “What are best friends for?” asked Rowena.

  “Don’t worry,” said Carma, pointing toward the house. “Blaine and Mateo are coming over, too. I’ll distract Ian and Nash, and Rowena can take care of Van and Tommy. We won’t give your Doms a chance to find out what you said.”

  “But I didn’t say anything,” said Angela in a s
tage whisper.

  “Sure you didn’t,” said Rowena.

  Ian placed an arm across her shoulders, and Nash moved between her and Rowena on the other side. “So, what are the three of you whispering about?” he asked.

  “Angela’s collar,” said Rowena. “And Carma’s.” She glanced up at her husband. “How come I don’t get gorgeous jewelry like that?”

  Van kissed the top of her head. “I’ll buy you something tomorrow.”

  “What were you four looking at?” asked Rowena.

  “Nothing important,” said Van too quickly.

  Angela narrowed her eyes slightly. Van looked very uncomfortable at Rowena’s blunt question.

  Mateo and Blaine joined the group. “The burgers are just about ready,” said Blaine, giving Carma a quick hug. “Mateo has assured me that everyone will love his secret sauce, so let’s eat.”

  As they walked toward the tables set up with food, Angela noticed Tommy carrying the books the four had been looking at toward the house. “Is Tommy joining us?”

  “In a minute.” Nash’s voice was too sharp and blunt. Angela tried to brush it off, but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that something was going on. Something they felt they needed to keep from her. But what was it? And why did she have a terrible sense of foreboding right now?

  * * * *

  Sunday morning, Ian was awake before Angela, and when he emerged from the bathroom, Nash also had come into the sitting room and was on the phone with one of his staff, ordering breakfast and coffee to be brought up to the room.

  “Not making Angela do it today?” asked Ian, grinning.

  After Nash ended the call, he shook his head. “Feeling guilty, if you can believe that.”

  “I can’t. Over what?”

  Nash shrugged. “The documents we hid from her.”

  “Do you really want to share all that with her? It would only upset her, and until Tommy can put the pieces together, anything we tell her would be pure speculation.”