by Mia Ashlinn
“Fuck you,” Katie-Anne cursed. Then she wiggled as though trying to get away from them. “Fuck me. God, fuck somebody.”
Landon chuckled darkly. “You are indecisive today.”
“Kiss my ass,” Katie-Anne snarled, somehow managing to sound sexy and pissed off at the same time.
Landon smiled sinfully. “Come down here,” he replied then withdrew his finger from her cunt. “I just might do that and a hell of a lot more, kitten.”
Landon’s lusty expression had more pre-cum escaping Shane’s slit, this time the moisture dripping onto the crotch of his jeans. He squirmed, and shifted Katie-Anne away from the dime-sized wet spot his arousal had left behind. Considering her position on his lap, he couldn’t move her far.
Landon aided him, but not how Shane had anticipated. He lifted Katie-Anne away from Shane’s body like she weighed no more than a feather. His partner’s massive muscles rippled before smoothing out as he lowered her to the floor beside him.
The two people he loved most turned toward inward and embraced each other with a frantic fierceness. With what appeared to be an intoxicating kiss, Landon raised Katie-Anne’s shirt and belt enough to hook his long fingers into the waistband of her skirt. Guiding the fabric over her hips, Landon let the skirt fall to the floor and pool around her knees. He reached for her wide belt and removed it before throwing it aside, followed by her necklace and bracelets. Then he went for her shirt but paused and pulled back. “How partial are you to this shirt, kitten?”
Personally, Shane wouldn’t have asked that. He’d have ripped it off her without a moment’s hesitation, but Landon was being the gentleman—even in the face of the highly charged moment.
Katie-Anne languidly slid her eyes open, behaving as though Landon had truly drugged her with his kiss. Her unusual greenish-blue eyes stared at Landon, yet she didn’t appear to really see him or, at least, didn’t seem properly oriented with the activities occurring around her. And the slow way she spoke didn’t help her entranced demeanor. “Huh?” she asked.
Landon laughed, but he seemed more impatient than amused. “Your shirt.”
“Oh,” Katie-Anne replied. “It’s new to me.” When her eyes cleared, she glanced down at Landon’s hands then up to his face. “Don’t you dare.”
I would tear it off her body, Landon. Rip the goddamn thing to shreds. But Shane wasn’t Landon, and he wasn’t the one holding her shirt. Landon was.
Shane saw Landon fight his instinct to split and shred the blouse with his hands, despite her desire to keep the fabric intact. Landon’s lust patently demanded one thing while his head demanded another. Shane felt rather sorry for his partner.
“Please,” Katie-Anne pleaded. She laid one hand on top of Landon’s. “Please don’t rip my shirt. It would be ruined.”
Landon’s face softened, and he sighed. Then he removed her shirt carefully—in one piece. “I won’t do it this time since it is new, and you love it so much. But next time, I will tear the damn thing down the middle and rip it from your body without a single regret.” He stopped speaking, ogling her breasts with this blue eyes. “And then, if you want another, we will buy it or you can design and sew it or what-the-fuck-ever.”
Landon released Katie-Anne’s shirt, and it wafted to the floor silently, leaving her barely covered breasts open to their covetous gazes. Shane shamelessly gawked at her unbelievable breasts before his eyes lowered to the tiny scrap of fabric she called a thong.
A slow smile spread across his face. She’d chosen, surprisingly, cute undergarments rather than sexy ones. The yellow and white polka dot thong was sunny and fun. She’d offset those with a solid yellow cupless bra. Examining them, he doubted they were a set, but she worked it in a way that had him ready to fall to his knees.
Katie-Anne caught him staring and said shyly, “Not exactly femme fatale material, huh?”
Her question irritated Shane. Just because she wasn’t wearing black lace didn’t mean that it wasn’t sexy, and he planned to tell her so. “I don’t know about that,” Shane responded to her hesitant inquiry. “Those fucking things are making me pretty damn horny.”
A relieved smile appeared on her face. “I’m glad you like it.”
Landon touched Katie-Anne’s face tenderly, the love so profound that it touched Shane’s heart. “Kitten, you could wear a paper sack, and we’d think you were beautiful.”
Katie-Anne sighed. “When I’m shaped like a balloon, you are going to eat those words, buddy.”
Katie-Anne’s words connected with Shane’s brain, and he remembered what they’d come in here for, what she’d inadvertently distracted them from. It pissed him the fuck off that she had that much control over him in the bedroom. He’d take it from her outside, like he would with Landon, but not in here. In this room, he was the dominant. Landon and Katie-Anne were the submissives. It was about time for him to show them that.
Chapter 24
Now you’ve done it.
Kneeling in front of Shane on the carpeted floor in the master bedroom, Landon watched his partner on the bed cautiously. The need to run flooded him, but, unwilling to abandon the woman next to him, he stayed put.
Shane tensed then rose to his feet, the control in his deliberate movement so strong that it nearly knocked Landon over. Walking backward clumsily on their knees, Landon and Katie-Anne made room for Shane’s towering body. They shot each other a look as they resumed their position.
Katie-Anne’s serene expression shocked him. She seemed calmer, more peaceful than she’d been all day. It was as though she wanted the controlled Dom in Shane, as though she craved him, unlike the pissed off Dom from earlier. She’d been compelled to fight that Shane.
Now, Shane was as in control as she was calm. It seemed that they both needed their relationship to exist in this realm—Shane’s dominance without fury, Katie-Anne’s submission without compulsion, and Landon somewhere in between.
Shane stared down at Landon, his sharp, clear gaze boring into him forcefully. Landon fidgeted, but otherwise, remained motionless and silent. At his side, Katie-Anne panted quietly, her breathing speeding up and sounding voluminous in the still room.
“Landon,” Shane said. “I know that you’ve helped with training Dommes at The Edge. What about Doms?”
“No,” Landon dissented. “I agreed to help Deke and Adam with the Dommes, but I refused to ever work with a Dom.” He wouldn’t allow another man to dominate him, just this one.
“Good,” Shane replied. Walking around them with even strides, he kept a watchful eye on them. “Katie-Anne, I believe that you’ve never been with a Dom. Is that correct?”
Katie-Anne nodded. “Yes, Shane. That is correct.”
“All right,” Shane responded, continuing his wide circle around them. He eased closer to them with each turn, and Landon anticipated the moment he closed them completely in. “I need to make sure that we are on the same page. Both of you are willing to be submissive to me in the bedroom only. Is this correct?”
Katie-Anne and Landon both bobbed their heads silently.
Before either of them realized that they’d not agree aloud, Shane said sharply, “I need a verbal yes or a no.”
Katie-Anne and Landon murmured, “Yes,” at the same time, coming off as a harmonized unit.
“Good,” Shane complimented. “We need to discuss where we are willing to go tonight. I’m ready to begin training you both as my submissives right now, but I will wait, if you are not ready.”
Landon wanted to jump up and down, screaming that he was ready. He’d waited too many years for this moment. But that would be inappropriate with the intensity of this conversation. So, instead, he muttered, “I’m ready.”
Shane looked at Katie-Anne pointedly.
Lowering her eyes slightly in obvious deference to her future Dom, Katie-Anne said, “I’m confused. Why do you need to train Landon? I assumed he would be a Dom in our relationship, too.”
Landon opened his mouth to answer her, but S
hane silenced him with a stern look.
Coming completely around to their front, Shane halted a few inches shy of them. “Because I top him,” he replied simply. “He has never been submissive to me or any other man, but he is a submissive. He is dominant, too. You know that.”
“Oh,” she gasped, her eyes coming up so that she could gawk at Landon. “He’s a switch? I knew Landon was a masochist, but I assumed he didn’t indulge in that side of his nature. I guess I didn’t imagine he would submit, either.”
Katie-Anne’s shock amused Landon. He didn’t realize that she had not known about his tendencies. Thinking back, they hadn’t talked about sex or fetishes that often in the beginning of their relationship. They needed to remedy that soon. He had a feeling his Katie-Anne had a dirty mouth, and he would love nothing more than to get it filthy.
“Kitten,” Landon spoke up. “I helped Sebastian and Delancey train the Dommes at The Edge by being the willing submissive because they were the only people I would submit to. It was clinical, nothing more, there. You need to know something. I will always top you, but I have to be his bottom. I need it and so does he.”
“Oh,” Katie-Anne breathed. She turned her attention back to Shane. “Okay. I’m ready then.”
“Perfect,” Shane said succinctly. “We need safe words.”
Landon didn’t need a safe word, and he planned to tell his Dom where he could stick it. He would rather get his ass whipped for an infraction than have some stupid fucking safe word.
Apparently, Katie-Anne felt the same way. Raising her face to Shane’s, she opened her mouth to speak. Shane abruptly halted her. “Stop,” he growled. “I don’t want to hear it. You will have a safe word of your choosing. It is not up for discussion.”
Landon could tell it wasn’t. Shane’s set jaw, disapproving eyes, and deep frown told him so. Hell, it shouted it. Fine. Landon lowered his eyes, just as Katie-Anne had, and muttered, “Purple penguin.”
His word choice caught Shane’s attention. He whipped his head to the side, gaping at Landon. “Are you serious?”
“Yes, I am,” Landon replied, feigning politeness. He’d purposefully picked something Shane hated. The nineties band had driven Shane up the wall, but Landon had loved them so he’d played the hell out of their albums, just to irritate Shane. “My safe phrase is purple penguin.”
Shane threw back his head and horselaughed, his amusement echoing off the four walls of the bedroom. When Shane got himself back under control, he nodded. “Okay, Landon. Purple penguin it is.”
“Katie-Anne,” Shane said as he turned back to her. “What is your safe word?”
Katie-Anne grew severely quiet, her elfin face scrunching as she appeared to think. Finally, she murmured, “Potter.”
“As in Harry?” Landon asked without thinking.
Shane choked on something. It had to be air since he wasn’t eating or drinking. “Team Harry?”
Without looking up, Landon shook his head at Shane’s idiocy. The man had no clue when it came to pop culture. “No, goof nut. It’s supposed to be Team Edward or Team Jacob. They’re from the Twilight Saga. When people throw in Harry, all they do is confuse shit. So, if she is talking about Harry, she is talking Potterhead.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Shane snapped.
“Actually, it does,” Katie-Anne interjected. “I’m using Potter because I planned to change my name to Katie Potter when I left town. If I am thinking about Potter, then there is something seriously wrong.” Before either of them spoke, she threw up her hand. “I know it is a shitty time to explain this, but I wanted you to know.”
Surprisingly, Shane didn’t lose his cool. He remained the same as he had been for the last five minutes. He was still all Dom. “That works.”
If Shane is okay, I’m okay. Landon nodded. “Okay, we have safe words. We want to be trained. Can we get down to business? My cock is getting pissed off.”
As soon as the words spilled from Landon’s lips, he regretted them, and his eyes shot up to Shane. His partner’s face closed up, a cold breeze blowing off his skin.
Shit. I insulted him. Trying to correct his mistakes, Landon stopped talking and averted his eyes again.
“You don’t make the demands, Landon Tolliver. I do.” Shane leaned over Landon. Tipping Landon’s chin up with a finger, Shane forced him to lean back until he had to look at him. “And my name is Sir.”
Landon shivered, but he was far from cold. His cock burned, his balls boiled. His whole body fucking sweated. “Yes, Sir.” Calling Shane Sir didn’t help the heat inside him. Hell, it turned him into a Goddamn inferno. “You want us to call you Sir.”
Shane nodded. “Get up Landon. You are to go find the crop and bring it to me. I have dreamed of the day I could take a crop to your ass.”
Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh God.
Getting to his feet, Landon replied, “Yes, Sir.” Then he went searching. He didn’t have to go far. All of their toys and gadgets were housed in the giant master closet. Snatching the crop off the rack, he had the whipping toy in his hands in less than a minute.
Landon jogged out of the closet, stopping on a dime as he crossed the threshold. Across the room by the bed, Katie-Anne still knelt in front of Shane. Only there were three big differences. First, Shane’s pants were around his knees. Second, Katie-Anne had Shane’s huge dick shoved in her tiny mouth. Third, Shane’s face was creased in ecstasy as he face-fucked Katie-Anne.
Watching his lovers in the throes of passion had Landon’s cock swelling, and he nearly dropped the crop in his hand. Somehow, he managed to hold on, though. With lust propelling him forward, driving him closer to his man and his woman, Landon shuffled through the room to the bed. When he reached them, he stood there, silently waiting for Shane’s orders.
Opening his blue-green eyes, Shane observed him. He continued to piston his oversized cock in and out of Katie-Anne’s mouth, and she moaned wantonly around his shaft.
Transfixed, Landon watched the place where Shane’s huge cock pumped in and out of her small mouth. Without realizing it, Landon dropped the crop to the floor and stroked his stiff cock in his hand.
“Stop,” Shane growled, obviously having caught Landon jerking off. “You are not to touch yourself without permission.”
Landon knew that. He knew better than to do what he’d done, but he couldn’t help himself. Seeing the two of them together was enough to turn him into a psychotic nymphomaniac bent on death by orgasm. He needed to be fucked. He needed that orgasm. Hell, he needed to stop stroking his cock or he would come all over his hand.
“I told you to stop,” Shane stated coldly, so frigid that he felt the bite of frost several feet away. Shane fisted Katie-Anne’s hair and pulled her off his cock. A popping noise sounded as she released Shane’s shaft from her enticing mouth.
“Good girl,” Shane crooned with a warm smile that contradicted the blizzard he’d just blown Landon’s way. “I’ll be back.” He headed straight for Landon, his cock bouncing up and down with his steps. “Pick that up and sit it on the bed.”
“Yes, Sir,” Landon responded. He squatted down, heedless to the hard cock dangling between his legs. He scooped the crop up, headed over to the bed, and laid it down. Spinning around, Landon bumped into Shane who had come up behind him. “Oops,” he said.
Shane reached out and steadied him. “Are you comfortable with crops?”
God yes. Landon’s cock jerked, his painfully engorged shaft colliding with Shane’s, and he groaned gutturally. “Yes, Sir.”
“Do you like crops?”
Landon dipped his head, lowering his eyes. “Yes, Sir. I like crops.”
“Good.” Shane guided his hand between them, trailing down his abdomen to his thick shaft. He squeezed Landon’s aching dick with one hand, his other hand appearing out of nowhere and cupping Landon’s ball sac. “Very good.”
Landon’s eyes slid shut, and he groaned. Of their own volition, his hips jerked, pushing his cock deeper into Shane’s hand. �
��Yes,” he hissed, then added, “Sir.”
“Look at me,” Shane commanded gruffly. Immediately, Landon pried open his too-heavy eyelids and locked gazes with Shane. Releasing Landon’s cock, Shane then strolled around him. He picked up the crop by the handle before returning to Landon’s line of vision.
Landon eyeballed the nearly two-and-a-half-foot-long, leather-encased instrument of sensual delight in Shane’s hands, and he trembled. His ass cheeks clenched, as if impatiently demanding the mark of the crop.
Shane stared straight at Landon as he lifted the crop then brought it down on his bare-skinned forearm. The distinct crack of the crop striking him reverberated around them, and Landon imagined that the sound was not the skin of Shane’s arm but the flesh of his own ass.
Landon whimpered. One drop of cum leaked from the tip of his dick. As another crack filled the room, another drop seeped out. The word please fell from his lips without his knowledge or his permission.
Shane’s face changed, disappointment appearing in his features. “You only speak when spoken to.”
“Yes, S—” Landon started then remembered that Shane hadn’t actually prompted a response.
The disappointment that had been present in Shane’s face faded a little. “You’re doing better than I expected, Landon.” He moved within touching distance of Landon. Extending the tip of the crop, Shane placed it against Landon’s chest. “But I want to see how well you’ll do when I’m whipping you with this.”
Shane traced each muscular indentation of Landon’s chest, caressing his way downward. He worked his way lower and lower still with light brushes sweeping to the left and right. He came to an abrupt halt an inch below Landon’s bellybutton. “Katie-Anne, come here,” he ordered, sounding edgy.
Katie-Anne scrambled to her feet, but the skirt they’d yet to completely remove hindered her. She tangled with the fabric for a moment before hustling over to them. “Sorry,” she apologized then sank to her knees next to Shane.