by Lexi Blake
Cole took his mouth, his tongue dominating Mason’s as his hands dragged their bodies together. He could feel the hard press of Cole’s cock against his belly. It had been so good to have that cock in his mouth, but Mason wanted it in his ass. He wanted to feel Cole there, tearing him up and bringing him the most insane pleasure while he did the same to Kitten’s little pussy.
Fuck, he wanted to be in the middle. He wanted to be surrounded by them, to not be able to move without touching them. His lovers. His man. His woman. Fucking his.
Cole growled as he stepped back. His eyes went straight to Mason’s mouth. “I missed kissing you.”
I missed everything about you. I missed her, too, and I didn’t even know her.
Cole stared at him as though he could hear his inner thoughts and was disappointed he wouldn’t voice them. He sighed and then pressed another kiss on his lips, this one sweet and simple. “Tie her down for me. Leave access for yourself. I’m in the mood to torture you both.”
He barely bit back a groan because Cole’s torture had a way of turning into the sweetest pleasures he’d ever had. Cole turned and started for the wall. The eastern portion of the dungeon was one large wall showcasing all of the Master’s favorite toys. There were crops and whips and canes and paddles. A veritable toy store.
Mason refocused his attention on the gorgeous brat who had spent her entire evening manipulating him. He frowned her direction, not at all fooled by the way her eyes slid to the floor and her whole body took on a submissive posture. He strode to her and lifted her chin up, forcing her to look him in the eyes. “You and I are going to have a talk.”
“Of course. What do you want to talk about, Master? You’re very good at conversation.”
And she was very good at deflection. “Could I have clamps, Cole? If I’m going to top her, we need to come to an agreement.”
“She likes clamps,” Cole warned.
“Oh, clamps make my poor nipples ache,” Kitten said.
And she loved it. How did one go about punishing a masochist? It didn’t matter because punishment wasn’t his goal. Making himself feel better was and that could be accomplished easily. He grabbed the alligator clamps Cole handed him. “The talk is the most important thing.”
He got to his knees so his eyes were level with her tits. Damn, but he loved her tits. He let his hand cup one, feeling the silky perfection of her skin as his thumb and forefinger rolled her nipple hard. “You manipulated me all day.”
“I prefer to think of it as herding you in the right direction, Master. You’re so smart. You came up with the right answer every time.”
He pinched down hard, his cock twitching at the sound of her groan. Yes, they were nicely suited. He loved rough play but always worried about hurting his partner. It was only fun if it made her hot, too. “I will not be manipulated.”
“Of course not.” She gave him an encouraging smile, as if he was a toddler and he’d taken his first steps.
Damn but she was going to kill him. He leaned over and gave one perky nipple a lick before sucking her hard into his mouth. She gasped and her body leaned into his. At least there was one place he had a firm grip on her. When she made him insane, he would fuck her and remember he was the boss in the bedroom. He gave the little bud a sharp nip before sliding the first clamp on. “If we ever find ourselves in danger again, you will obey me. You will absolutely do as I say.”
“Yes, Master.” She gasped as he tightened the clamp, her whole body flushing. “I will obey you in every way except the ones that get you killed.”
He took the bare nipple in hand and gave it a wicked pinch that had her moaning. “That’s not what I said, but you’re going to keep twisting my words so I’m going to make sure you can’t talk anymore, love.” He slipped the second clamp on, loving the way her nipples turned a dark, rich red. They were likely going numb, but she would squeal and squirm when he took them off. “Now turn around because you’ll get my discipline first. I’m the one you disobeyed today. I’m the one you disappointed.”
“I’m very sorry, Master.” There were real tears in her eyes now. “I didn’t mean to disappoint you.”
So much of his rage deflated in an instant. This was why he had to be careful. Kitten could handle all the pain his inner sadist wanted to give her, but she broke down at the thought of his disappointment. He took her face in his hands and looked deep into those innocent eyes. “I chose the wrong word. I was scared. I wasn’t disappointed. You were very brave, but you scared the hell out of me and now I want to take it out on your pretty backside. Do you understand?”
She nodded.
“I couldn’t possibly be disappointed in you.” He let the words hover above her lips, his mouth waiting to swoop in. “I used the wrong word. Please forgive me.”
“Always,” she replied.
Mason kissed her, hoping she could feel his emotion for her. She was a safe place. She really would forgive him all his flaws. She would give and give and do her best to make him feel good about himself. He owed her the same. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world, you know.” He let his fingers gently tug on the clamps. “You make my cock hard, but you always make me want to be a better man.”
She leaned into him. “My Masters are the best men.”
“Only you would think that, pet.” Cole was standing behind him and Mason felt the warmth of his Master’s hand on his shoulder. “She’ll keep us on our toes. Master Mason is right. You’re always beautiful but you look stunning in your clamps. Look at how they hold your nipples tight. I think she needs rings, Mason. Don’t you think our sub would look gorgeous with pierced nipples?”
“I have always wanted them, but Master Julian said no.” Kitten practically vibrated with excitement. Mason was fairly certain he would have to watch her to make sure she didn’t do the deed herself.
“Well, I agree with Master Cole. You would look lovely. I’ll find the best piercer and make an appointment that doesn’t conflict with your schedule, Master.” It really would be fun to be able to tweak her little rings whenever he got the mind to. He needed to find a job, but he wanted to work from home. He wanted to work with Kitten at his feet so he could pet her from time to time, and when the stress got to him he could take out his cock and she would suck him until his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
Mason gasped as Cole’s big hand covered his dick. “The thought got you hard as a rock, huh? Somehow I can’t imagine the idea of scheduling Kitten’s appointment really did this to you. Tell me what you were thinking.”
Deep breath. He had to tell himself to breathe because all he could think about was that hand on his cock and how he wished he’d gotten rid of his damn slacks. “I was thinking about never letting her wear clothes again. She doesn’t need them in the house. We’ll find a housekeeper who’s lifestyle friendly and then I can take her when and where I want her at any time of the day or night because she’s mine. She’s mine in a way the others weren’t and never could be.”
He’d been Kitten’s first real lover, the first man to bring her pleasure, and she was the first woman to make him feel safe. The rest had been playthings. Oh, he’d enjoyed them, but they all had known it was a temporary thing. He’d been their plaything, too. It had been sex and experimentation, and in Emily’s case a lesson in survival, but Kitten was different.
And he realized why his household fantasy would never really come true. “I was also thinking about keeping her with me when I work. She could sit at my feet and rest and I would find it so peaceful to have her there.”
She lit up. “I would love that, Master.”
Cole’s hand came off his cock. “We should talk about that, Mason.”
Mason shook his head. “No. We don’t need to. I think we’ll be in agreement that she is far too smart and has too much to give to lock her up and keep her for ourselves. When this is done, if I have my way she’s going back to college and she’s going to find her passion.”
Fear crept into Ki
tten’s eyes. “I don’t want to go to college. I want to stay here. This is my passion.”
Cole stood beside him, forming a wall Mason believed not even Kitten could breach. “You’re scared, but we’ll help you. You won’t be allowed to hide from the world. On the bench, pet. This is a conversation for a later time, but know there will be no getting out of this discussion. Mason, you had some discipline to administer, if you recall. She’s not tied down as I asked. I’m afraid that’s going to come out of your ass.”
Damn it. He’d gotten distracted and forgotten what Cole had told him to do. A flutter hit his belly. “I’m sorry, Master.”
“Fix the situation and then we’ll discuss how to remind you who is the boss in this dungeon.”
That didn’t make his cock pulse or anything. Mason let go. All the other crap could wait. Revenge could wait. Decisions could wait. He didn’t have to think about the fact that if he went through with his revenge plans, he likely wouldn’t be the one making decisions about Kitten’s future. He wouldn’t sit down with them as a family and talk about what they all wanted. He wouldn’t have any say at all. He would have his revenge to keep him warm while Cole had Kitten and their kids.
Fuck. He wanted kids. He wanted babies and a stupid white picket fence.
Cole put his hands on either side of Mason’s face and forced him to look up. “Don’t. Not right now. Stay with us tonight. You can worry and make decisions later. For now, just be with us.”
Cole laid his head against Mason’s and Mason nearly melted. He could lie to himself but deep down he knew the truth. This wasn’t sex. It wasn’t play. They could call it by a thousand different names but it only had one in his heart—communion. This was a communion of souls, a merging, a language of its own only spoken by three people.
Mason forced himself to move. He had a job to do but he couldn’t help pressing his lips to Cole’s. Kissing Cole felt like coming home. Emotion welled inside him. No matter what happened, he would hold this night close to his heart. He would remember how Cole had taken over, how Kitten had risked herself to stay with him. How just for a moment he’d mattered.
Kitten had placed herself over the spanking bench and her ass was in the air, but somehow she made it look utterly graceful. She didn’t need to be tied down. She wouldn’t move. She had perfect discipline, but she liked the feeling and that was why he did it. He did it because she wanted it, needed it. She needed it the way he needed her. He dropped to his knees and Cole handed him the rope. Jute. Cole would have had it handcrafted, made for her comfort and pleasure.
Mason worked the rope over her, his hands remembering the rhythm of bondage. Over and under and all around. Just enough pressure to let her know she was held in loving bonds but not enough to cut off her circulation. He made a pretty pattern that would stay on her skin for a while and remind her that he’d tied her down. Kitten’s eyes closed and she sighed as he worked.
He couldn’t help it. She was so peaceful and his cock was driving him insane. Her breasts hung on either side of the bench. It was an easy thing to reach up and tweak her.
A strangled scream came from her mouth, and Mason couldn’t help but love the sound.
“No subspace for you yet, gorgeous girl.”
Her shoulders shook slightly as she managed to turn her head to look up at him. “Whatever my Master wants.”
Yeah. Whatever her Master wanted as long as Kitten thought her Master wasn’t misleading himself and she could bring him back to what was right. She was a brat and he wouldn’t take her any other way. “This Master wants you to scream for him.”
He got to his feet, her limbs secured, and gave that gorgeous ass a smack that meant business. Her skin immediately pinkened. It was so pretty. She let out a squeal, but nothing compared to what he wanted.
Cole knelt down beside her. “That was next to nothing. We can’t tell how we affect you when you keep it all in. Unless I tell you to be silent, and I will only do that if we would disturb others, I want to hear your every moan and groan and cry. I want to hear it because I want to know how my discipline affects you, and I’m sure Mason feels the same.”
Mason slapped her ass again, but she was silent. “I feel empty without the sounds of her pleasure.”
“It’s hard,” she managed to whisper. “I was always told to be quiet. Even before.”
Before she’d been taken. He’d started to wonder how many of her problems began even before her capture. He smacked her again because he knew it made her feel good. “I want your sounds. I want to know how I’m making you feel.”
Another hard smack and she groaned, much louder than before.
“More,” Cole commanded, his big hand coming down on her ass with an audible smack. “I want to hear you.” His hand came up and down again.
Kitten groaned, the sexiest sound he’d ever heard. “Please, Master. Please give me more.”
That was what Mason wanted. He wanted to hear her asking for what she needed. He gave her a quick five slaps, moving across her flesh for maximum impact. He couldn’t miss the way she tensed and then relaxed. Three strokes in, she finally shuddered and groaned, the sound going straight to his dick. She might never scream the way he wanted her to, but she was trying and it was all he could ask.
“She likes the crop.” Cole moved quickly, taking one off the wall and offering it to him.
Kitten squirmed against the bench. “Please. Please, give me the crop.”
How could he possibly refuse her? He took the crop and tested it against his hand. It gave a nice smack to his palm. Just hard enough. He brought it down on the fleshiest part of her ass and she gasped and pleaded. He wielded the crop like he’d never been apart from it, like those years that had passed without play had never existed. While Kitten cried out, he could smell her arousal. The way he’d tied her down had left her pussy on full display, and he could see the way it glistened, her arousal pulsing every time he gave her what she needed.
Mason stopped and looked at his work. Her ass was a glorious hot pink, and she would definitely feel the session tomorrow. She would sit down and a sexy ache would suffuse her body and she would remember.
“That is beautiful.” Cole’s hand came out to touch her flesh and she shivered and sighed.
“I feel beautiful, Master,” she whispered. “Do you know what would make me even lovelier?”
Cole winked down at her and proved he knew her fairly well. He had a small ball gag in his hand. “She loves the ball gag. Here’s a treat for being so brave, pet.”
He placed it against her lips and she enthusiastically worked the ball into her mouth.
Kitten might have found D/s in the worst way possible, but it was obvious to Mason that she needed it. The way he needed it.
Cole’s hand found his shoulder. “It’s your turn. Undress for me and find your position. Let’s get the discipline out of the way. I fully intend to allow you to fuck her again, but I won’t sit on the sideline this time. I might be nervous about hurting her, but I know you can take me.”
His body clenched in anticipation and he pulled his shirt over his head. He felt Cole’s eyes on him the whole time he was undressing.
Mason held Cole’s eyes as he toed out of his shoes, slipped off his slacks. His cock was already thick, desperate, and he wasn’t sure he would even last through the discipline portion of the evening. It wasn’t where he’d expected to be. He’d thought he would be walking down the street, waiting until he was far enough away that he could call a cab. He didn’t expect to be standing here, watching as Cole dropped his pants and stepped away from them, his massive cock in his hand. He stroked himself once and then again, his erection swelling with every pass from his hand.
Mason’s mouth watered at the sight.
“Fuck it,” Cole said, stalking toward him. “I can’t wait.”
He reached out and slammed their bodies together, meeting skin to skin. Mason gave over. Nothing else mattered in the moment. Nothing could possibly feel better than b
eing in Cole’s arms, in knowing he would be inside Kitten’s warm body in mere minutes.
Cole kissed him, their tongues tangling in a fight for dominance. Mason knew damn well how that fight would end, but he loved it anyway. Cole ran a hand down Mason’s chest, across his abs to grip his dick in a hard hold that had him panting.
“I’ll remind you who the boss is,” Cole said against his lips. “You won’t forget who your Dom is after tonight. I’m going to fuck you so long and so well you won’t be able to forget.”
He’d never forgotten. He’d spent years lying in lonely beds remembering the feel of Cole’s cock sliding inside his body. He’d longed for those nights when he submitted to Cole, giving his Master his body, his love, his trust. He’d knelt at this man’s feet and felt more love than he’d imagined.
Cole stopped, his face turning serious. “Don’t, baby.” His fingertips touched Mason’s face, brushing away the tears Mason hadn’t even known he was shedding. Cole leaned in and kissed them away. “Don’t hate me. Not when I love you so much. I’m sorry. I will prove it to you. I’m never letting you go again.”
“I didn’t go.”
Cole placed his forehead against Mason’s. “I pushed you away. You have every right to hate me, but I’m begging you not to. I’m begging you to stay with us and make the family we always wanted. Kitten would beg, too, if I hadn’t gagged her.”
There was a groaning sound from the spanking bench and Mason couldn’t help but laugh. God he was falling in love with that woman, and he’d never stopped loving this man, but he was so fucking scared of getting hurt again.
“Just be with us. Just for a while. Give us some time,” Cole pleaded.
Mason couldn’t help but nod.
“Come here.” Cole pulled him slightly and Mason realized what he was doing. He was making sure their girl could watch them. Kitten’s eyes were wide with love and lust as Cole got to his knees. “Let me get you ready to fuck her.”
Before he could say another word, Cole gripped his cock and Mason’s whole body lit up. His Master leaned over and licked at his cock. Pure pleasure tore through him, making him shake, but Cole wouldn’t stop. His mouth drew on Mason’s cock, sucking him down in one long pass.