Whimpering, she squirmed, and then Kalen caught her wrists once more, hauling them high as he smiled down at her. “Stay still for your Master.”
“Knees apart,” James added, and Thalia gasped as she spread them, his fingers picking up speed to make her gasp and sigh, barely aware of the eyes on her as her back arched from the table.
“Come for me. You’ve earned it, pet. I want to hear it.”
All of her tension, her anxiety, the bitter memories he’d done so much to erase — all of it blurred and melted resulting in a spiraling heat that focused between her thighs, amplified by the devious way his fingers moved. “Master!” she cried out as it crested, a trembling tidal wave of emotion and lust, and then it broke over her in silken bliss.
Ecstatic and shivering.
Mindlessly happy.
Filled with light and warmth and buzzing joy, she bucked off the table, tugging at Kalen’s grip on her wrist. Coming hard against James’ fingers just on the heels of the flash of pain from her movements, the lingering ache of the brand. It was exactly what she’d needed, and Thalia found herself laughing quietly as she dropped back to the surface, James’ fingers delving deep again.
Soaking wet.
Just one more mark in the ever-growing column of proof in her masochism.
“By God, you are so beautiful.” James kissed her again, and she hummed a moan against his lips, their tongues tangling, before Kalen interrupted them with a loud laugh.
“Don’t ye think the girl deserves a drink after all that? Let her up, James!”
It was Kalen who grabbed her hand and turned her so she sat up on the table, but she was relieved to see Analiese was already naked, as were Lauren and Chloe. The security personnel that were busy setting up the bar in the corner just made her grin at James. “I can’t believe you rented SW3 for the whole night.”
“Where else could we have done this? Our playroom isn’t near large enough for everyone.” James chuckled as he took her other hand to help her off the table. The two men towered over her, and she just shook her head.
“You two are trouble when you are together.”
“Always,” Kalen agreed, winking as he held a hand out for Maggie.
“How much trouble do you want to get into tonight, pet?” James asked, leaning down to nip at her neck, kissing his way higher to her ear.
“I have no idea,” she answered honestly, and he pulled her back against his chest by her ribs, keeping his arms high.
“Want a little stress relief?” Maggie asked, tucked under Kalen’s arm. That red mop of curls matching the heat in her cheeks. “Because watching that branding was incredibly hot, and ye know how much I like to watch.”
“Naughty girl,” Kalen growled, a hand slipping between Maggie’s thighs. The hem of her black dress hitching up as he stroked her — no panties in the way. A whine escaped as Maggie’s knees almost buckled, her head leaning back against his shoulder as he held her up with his other arm. “What do ye want, blessing?”
“I want to come, and I want to watch,” she pleaded, and he laughed.
“In that order?”
Nodding, Maggie bucked her hips and he lifted her enough to slide his thick fingers deep. Thalia’s mouth opened as she watched Kalen stroking, thrusting with his hand buried between Maggie’s legs, and she wanted to drop to her knees for a closer look but James held her firm.
“Please?” Thalia asked, and James chuckled. The men made eye contact for a moment, and then James pushed her gently to her knees, directly in front of Maggie.
“Want to taste?” Kalen asked, and Thalia nodded as Maggie begged incoherently. James held her chin gently, tilting it up as Kalen slid his fingers free and moved them between her lips. The tang of Maggie’s taste flooded her tongue and Thalia closed her lips around Kalen’s fingers, sucking softly as he slid them in and out.
“Sir!” Maggie begged, and Kalen plucked his fingers free before lifting one of Maggie’s legs, bracing her against his chest so she was steady.
“I thought you wanted to play with Thalia tonight, blessing?” Kalen purred against her ear as Thalia looked up at them both at almost the exact moment they looked down at her.
“Up to play, pet?” James asked, but Thalia was already leaning forward towards the apex of Maggie’s thighs, it was only James’ fist in her hair that pulled her back. “Naughty girl, you know you have to ask. Answer me.”
“Yes, Master!” There was a little too much snap in her answer, and James wrapped his hand gently around her throat, angling her head back by her hair so she was looking at him.
“Careful. I wouldn’t punish you tonight after the brand, but that doesn’t mean I won’t keep a count of what you’re owed. Want to try that tone again?” James was all Dom voice. Cool and calm, with the growl of arousal that had her whimpering in desperation.
“Yes, Master. I want to play. May I please taste Maggie?”
“Such a good girl.” He smiled at Kalen and then released her throat, nudging her head forward with his other hand. “Go on then, make Maggie happy, pet.”
“Yes, Master.” Thalia didn’t need him to say it twice, she leaned forward and licked slowly through her folds, fighting the smile when Maggie whined and her hips twitched. She tasted even better than the hint she’d gained from Kalen’s fingers, and with the next swipe of her tongue she had flashes of Maggie between her thighs the last time they’d played.
Maggie had called it stress relief then as well. The two of them tangled in the bed, giggling as they stroked, licked, nipped each other. A rapidly alternating power dynamic that had been exhilirating and fun in a much different way than their Doms were. Kalen and James had been watching from the wall, shoulder to shoulder, so sexy. So hot to be watched as Thalia had drawn cries from Maggie, and they’d raced each other to see who could make the other come first.
The memory made her moan against Maggie, concentrating her efforts on her clit to feel the way Maggie tried to buckle, but Kalen held her aloft. Sweet tang on her tongue, she reached up and slid two fingers deep, curling them to brush her g-spot. “Oh, God!” Maggie cried, and Thalia smiled before she continued.
It had been too long since she’d had the chance to play with them. Wedding planning and the twins and the distance between Purgatory and London made it challenging, but as she flicked her tongue against Maggie’s clit she knew they both needed this. Her friend had nowhere to move as Thalia teased her, alternating between long sweeps of her tongue and a torturous, teasing focus on her clit, drawing it into her mouth to make her beg. Stroking and thrusting with her fingers as Maggie’s pussy clenched her, rippling as she got closer. With the wall of Kalen’s muscle at her back, her leg trapped in his strong grip, Maggie couldn’t move away — not like she really wanted to escape this.
“Please, Thalia!” Maggie whined, and Thalia took pity on her, shifting on her knees so she could stroke in rhythm with her tongue on Maggie’s clit. In a moment her friend whimpered and then cursed under her breath as she came. Shivering, shaking, moaning, the tight squeeze as her hips bucked, then Maggie went limp with bliss. Both of them breathing hard, smiling, and when Kalen kissed her Thalia sat back on her heels.
“Thank you, Master,” Thalia spoke softly, looking up at James just before she slipped her fingers between her lips, cleaning Maggie’s taste from her fingers. His pupils dilated, fist tightening in her hair as he watched her mouth.
“How did I get so lucky to have you, pet?” James pulled her up from the floor, licking his way into her mouth to moan against her lips. Maggie’s taste on her tongue, it was sinfully hot, making her squeeze her thighs together, wanting him inside her. Wanting to keep playing. But first she simply submitted to his dominating kiss, taking her mouth by storm as he nipped and brushed his tongue over hers. “Bloody hell, I am going to make you come over and over tonight.”
Panting, she swallowed and nodded. “I want that.”
“Of course you do, pet.” He grinned, prince charming and the devil rolled into one, a
nd then he released her to grab her hand, following Kalen who was carrying Maggie towards one of the couches.
Kalen settled her in his lap, and then James pulled Thalia into his. The girls knee to knee, leaning on the chests of the men they loved more than anything. “That was fun,” Kalen laughed, his eyes glued to Maggie, who he propped up for a moment to tug her dress over her head.
No bra either.
Maggie had definitely come with a plan, and it made Thalia smile. “Yes, it was, Master Kalen.”
“Will I get to watch you, sir?” Maggie’s voice was still soft post-orgasm, but the wicked tilt to her lips showed her excitement as she leaned back, completely naked against her husband, her Dom.
“That depends on what James and Thalia are up for.” Kalen’s eyes met James’ over her head, and Thalia looked up to see him smiling. They were plotting in that odd, silent way that the two men had formed over the years. Two Doms making plans about their submissives without even a word spoken.
“Master Kalen, Master James, we brought drinks.” Lauren approached, holding a glass of red wine and a glass of whisky.
“Yeah, after that show we figured you could use it, because — holy shit — that was hot.” Chloe had the same set of drinks in her hands, and then the two girls lowered to their knees gracefully. Lauren in front of Kalen, Chloe in front of James. Their giggles, and devious grins, sort of shattered the sedate submissive looks, but Brad was standing a few feet behind them with a matching grin.
“Your idea?” James asked Brad, and the man shrugged as he tucked his hands into his pockets.
“Joint effort,” he answered.
“Thank ye, ladies. Very nicely presented.” Kalen smiled as he leaned forward to take his drink, and then they all gathered the glasses from the girls.
“How do you feel, Thalia? That was... amazing to watch.” Lauren’s eyes were big as saucers as she looked at the square of gauze.
“I feel pretty good right now, actually.”
“Hey, uh, sorry to interrupt, but Master David wanted to know if it was okay to bring his submissive downstairs? And I think Master Sean wanted to come say hi as well.” Analiese was standing behind the couch, and Thalia laughed.
“Are you asking me?” Sitting up in James’ lap she looked at him and he nodded.
“It’s your night, pet. Are you okay with them being a part of it?”
“Of course! It’s Master Sean’s club, and Master David just gave me the brand I’ve been wanting for months, they should be a part of tonight.” Thalia rolled her eyes when Analiese cheered and turned to run for the door to the stairs — completely naked.
Looking around Thalia couldn’t believe she had friends like this. So unbelievably open and loving and caring. It was the kind of family you got to choose instead of the one you were born into, and in just a few days she’d be married to James. The thrill that sent through her made her turn and kiss him, and he smiled against her mouth before he took over, pulling her to him so he could kiss her the way he wanted.
After a moment James broke the kiss and looked over at Kalen. “We need to make sure Sean doesn’t snag the main platform, because you’ve already teased Thalia about sharing tonight.”
“Tease?” Kalen laughed, loud and boisterous. “I didn’t feking tease yer sub, I meant it. My blessing wants to watch.”
Squirming on James’ lap she felt the heat building between her thighs, and it had nothing to do with the brand. It was imagining them against her again, the feel of them both pushing inside her. Practically delirious with need, Thalia licked her lips and begged, “Please, Master?”
“You want us, pet?” James tilted her head towards his again, lips hovering over hers in a way that made her shiver.
“Yes, please...”
“When you beg like that, how could I deny you, pet?” Then he kissed her, his wicked promise scalding her tongue with temptation as she melted against him, moaning into the meeting of their lips. James was perfect for her. Wicked and charming, sexy and sweet, and he loved her.
And soon they’d be married. Bound together, but she felt more free than she ever had.
Bonus! A Kalen and James Flashback
Sixteen Years Ago
“Another round!” Kalen’s voice was too loud even for the crowded bar in the club, and the petite bartender cast an annoyed glance towards him. They were in the basement of some abandoned, early twentieth century warehouse. Neon lights flashing, music booming until there was barely an inch of mental space to think.
Which, for the moment, wasn’t such an issue.
Thinking meant remembering that his summer holiday was coming to an end, which meant another year at University, another year of trying to be perfect, and more pressure from his father to join his company.
Taking a long swallow of his drink, James glanced over the crowd. A mix of nationalities, a chorus of languages all blurred by the heady pulse of the music. So many beautiful people crammed into this dingy place, all looking for the same thing.
Freedom.
Eastern Europe had so many little holes like this, and he and Kalen had passed through the doors of half of them at least. James was still sipping his beer when his friend planted another full pint on the bar behind him. “Drink!”
Grinning, James caught Kalen’s arm halfway to his mouth with the fresh round. “I thought you wanted to find some fun tonight.”
“I am finding fun, ye just don’t find it the same way I do.” Kalen winked and James rolled his eyes and pointed to the pair of dark haired beauties, both clad in skintight outfits, eyeing the two of them up from across the floor.
“Are you quite sure about that?” James smiled at the taller of the two girls, and she turned to whisper to her friend. The writhing bodies between them did nothing to ease the weight of their interest as their eyes found them once more — and, based on the twitching of his cock, James was definitely interested as well.
“Well, hell, James. Why didn’t ye just say so?” A loud laugh preceded the almost painful backslap that landed square between his shoulder blades. Kalen was one sip away from being too drunk to have any fun at all.
“Put the drink down, mate. I think we have other plans.” This time, James didn’t even need to touch his friend’s hand. The other man put the beer down without question, his thick arms crossing over his barrel chest.
“So we do.” Kalen raised a hand, bending his fingers in one quick snap, and the girls walked forward like he’d tugged invisible leashes.
Leashes. Hmm, maybe later.
“Are you quite sure your head is ready to play?” James kept his voice low, and Kalen huffed out a breath in response.
“I could drink ye under the table twice over, Brit. Dinnae get in the way of me and that bonnie lass.” Kalen’s accent always grew worse the more he drank, and James watched him as he eyed up the women walking over — although neither of them seemed the least bit nervous about approaching two men who were clearly not here for the dancing.
“Don’t frighten them off, alright?” Those were the last words James could get out before the girls were right in front of them, smiling and looking at each other with the knowing looks of long friends. “Hello, ladies.”
The taller of the two moved a half-step closer to him, her dark eyes almost at the level of his. “Are you here for the party?” she asked, a thick accent dragging out the vowel sounds as she forced out the English.
At least she could speak it.
“We want the other party.” James reached forward to tuck a sleek, dark tendril of her hair behind her ear. It felt like silk against his fingers, her skin still chilled from the night air outside. “We just want company.”
“We could be good company.” Her friend spoke up, easing closer to Kalen who opened his arms to let her run her palms over his chest. The bastard packed on muscle without any effort while James always stayed lean, and the women gravitated towards his newfound friend on the regular. Kalen’s grin showed that he was clearly happy about
the contact, and the fact that both girls could communicate.
In Slovakia it had been harder to find English speakers — not like that had stopped them.
“I wanted company too.” As if emboldened by her friend, the girl in front of him stepped forward, her pretty lips parting as she took a breath. For a moment, all James could picture was what her mouth would look like when she cried out in pain, and then in pleasure. It was an enticing visual, a temptation, and what had this summer been for except to indulge in temptation and sin?
Dark eyes, gleaming black hair, and James brushed the girl’s cheek with his thumb before he slid his fingers into the back of her thick waves and tugged just enough to see her eyes close in pleasure. Perfect. “Then maybe you should come with me, beautiful.”
“Yes, sir,” she purred, and he was undone. His cock was already at half-mast inside his jeans, and the leather sheath she wore as a dress was barely covering enough to be counted as such — but he didn’t care. He needed to drown the edges of his world, and behind the curtains at the back of the dance floor was everything he needed to make it happen.
Turning his head he saw Kalen and the other girl kissing, both of his huge hands engulfing the sides of her head as he held her in place, but the dance floor of this club was not where they had planned to spend their evening. “Kalen, are you ready?”
Detaching himself from the girl, he caught her by the back of the neck to hold her still, that dazed look crossing her face that he’d seen on more than a dozen others in the two months he’d known Kalen Reid. “I’m more than ready, James. Are ye?”
Cocky bastard.
“Let’s go.” Angling his head towards the back of the room, he turned the girl in front of him and swatted her ass to get her moving. The little shiver that ran over her as she started forward made him smile. Oh yes, this would be a lovely evening.
The back area of the club was broken away only by a set of thick curtains and a burly guard, and neither did much to quiet the booming music of the DJ on the other side — but here the snap of floggers and whips mixed in with the heady beat. Curled in his lap, Jolana was practically purring. He’d tried to start out slow, but when she’d taken every spank of his hand with barely a wiggle of her hips, James had sought out the collection of toys with an eager eye.
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