by Lexi Blake
His Master remembered so well. Cole knew exactly how to suck his cock. He drew on Mason’s dick, sucking hard and then giving him the barest edge of his teeth. Cole tugged on his balls gently, a reminder that the Master was always in control.
His big tongue whirled around the head of Mason’s cock before sucking him down again.
Heat suffused him, and he wasn’t sure how long he would last.
“Master, if you want me to be able to fuck her, you have to stop.” He couldn’t last. His balls were already drawing up, preparing to shoot off.
With a swift, hard tug, Cole took care of that problem. Mason gasped at the sharp snap of pain as Cole pulled at his balls. “You’ll take what I give you. And you’re not allowed to come, Mason. You come and we’re going to have a problem. I’ll be in a bad mood, love.”
Torture. The sweetest kind. He gritted his teeth as Cole’s tongue bathed him in heart-stopping heat. He looked down and watched his cock as it disappeared and reappeared, Cole controlling everything. All Mason had to do was obey. He could let everything go. This was what he’d missed. He’d missed these blessed moments of peace. His head was always working, but when Cole took over, Mason could go silent and let himself simply feel.
He hissed as he felt the drag of the edge of Cole’s teeth, the minor pain lighting him up and causing the pleasure to be so much more intense.
Mason let his eyes find Kitten’s and he was humbled by what he saw. He’d expected lust, but there were tears in her eyes. She winked his way. From the infinitely soft look on her face he rather thought she was back to watching something she thought was beautiful.
They could be beautiful together. All he had to do was let go.
Cole gave his cock one last hard suck and then got to his feet. “Put a condom on and get inside her.”
Kitten’s eyes lit up.
Oh, he couldn’t wait to get inside her again. The first time he’d been so careful, and he planned to be again, but he knew he wouldn’t hurt her now, wouldn’t dredge up any terrible memories. He intended to build new ones with her, for her. For as long as they had together, he intended to build enough good and sweet times for her to begin to make up for everything she’d gone through.
He grabbed a condom from the box and eased it over his cock. He caught sight of Cole grabbing a bottle of lube and nearly came again.
He had to get himself under control or he wouldn’t last a second, and he intended to spend time inside her.
Kitten didn’t move as he positioned himself behind her. The height was so perfect, he had to wonder if Cole hadn’t planned everything out. It would be like him. Once Cole decided on a plan, he would ruthlessly and without deviation move forward. He would move mountains and blast through barriers to get his way. It could make a man feel so wanted, like he was necessary and special.
He wanted to make sure Kitten knew how that felt.
“You are the most beautiful thing on the planet, gorgeous girl.” Kitten. He would focus on her and then he wouldn’t have to think about anything but the sexual connection with Cole. That had never let him down. Cole’s cock was something he could trust. It had never brought him anything but pleasure.
He felt her sigh as he traced the graceful line of her spine. He let his hands run under her so he could play with the clamps. They would have to come off soon, but he liked the idea of her having rings he could twist and play with and never have to remove. She shuddered as he lightly tugged on the clamps.
“She’s going to be sore in the morning and she’ll love it,” Cole said as he moved behind Mason. “I need to stop questioning her and let her be who she is. She loves this and it’s not because she was brainwashed.”
“No,” Mason murmured. It had to have been frustrating for Kitten. Likely everyone had questioned her for years. No one would have believed she could have true love for the lifestyle. Not when she’d been introduced to it so brutally, but if there was one thing Mason had learned about his girl, it was that she managed to find beauty and strength in the strangest places. If anyone could take something wretched and twisted and make it lovely, it was her. It was why she blinged out her can of pepper spray and attached little jewels to her air horn. They were reminders that the world could be cruel, but Kitten had taught herself that even the darkest things could be made into something pretty. “We need to trust her on this and she needs to trust us when we say she needs to be out in the world.”
She was scared of finding her place. That was plain to see, and Mason thought it likely came from long before her capture. It came from being a replacement child, never as loved as the one who came before.
He could show her how loved she was. He let the clamps dangle again as his hands traced her slender curves and his cock throbbed, desperate to get inside her. Her pussy was a deep coral, already succulent and juicy with arousal. Her plump lips beckoned him inside. He held on to her hips and let his dick have its way.
Mason breathed deep as he thrust in, letting her tight heat surround him.
“Get inside, Mason. Get all the way in because you’re next.” Cole put a hand on his back, gently forcing him down. “Spread your legs.”
He did as his Master ordered, holding himself deep inside her body while Cole moved behind him. Mason let his hand run across the silk of her skin to distract himself from the desperate need to thrust in and out of her hot little pussy until he exploded.
Cold lube hit his asshole and he couldn’t stop a shiver. Kitten reacted with some shaking of her own. She tried to shove against him, to force him to fuck her. He brought his hand down, smacking her ass hard.
“I love that you want to fuck, but you’re on the bottom. You’re supposed to be submitting, and that means you don’t steal your orgasm from me. You take what I choose to give you,” Mason said.
A loud smack cracked the air and Mason was the one moaning. He was likely going to have Cole’s handprint on his ass in the morning. “And don’t forget who the top is. Just because I couldn’t wait for the sex doesn’t mean there won’t be punishment for attempting to sneak out tonight. You’ll feel it soon.”
All Mason could feel now was a hard finger pressing against his asshole. Cole rimmed him, using one hand to spread his cheeks wide while the other began circling Mason’s hole.
Pressure and a jagged pleasure began to build.
Cole proved he was impatient because it wasn’t a moment or two before that finger was replaced with the broad head of his dick, and Mason had to moan because it had been so fucking long and Cole was a damn monster. Cole gripped his hips as he started to breach his asshole.
So fucking big. God, he was going to be torn apart and there wasn’t a damn place else Mason wanted to be. Cole’s movements shoved Mason’s dick deeper inside their girl.
He was caught between her softness and the hard, relentless length of Cole’s stiff dick. He didn’t play around. He pushed his way inside. Mason flattened out his back, bringing his chest against Kitten to give Cole more room. He was the one who needed more fucking room. Cole’s dick was taking up all the space. He tunneled in, giving Mason not an instant to protest—not that he would. He took every second of discomfort because he knew what came next.
Cole groaned behind him as he finally thrust that cock all the way in. Mason could feel Cole’s strong legs against his, holding him up. He was totally surrounded. There wasn’t any way to move that he didn’t feel either Kitten’s softness or Cole’s strength.
Caught. He was trapped and he was pretty sure he didn’t want to change that in any way.
“Relax and let me move you. I’m steering the boat.” Cole flexed inside him, nearly making Mason’s eyes cross.
Every cell in his body sang as Cole dragged his cock out, rubbing over the sensitive nub of Mason’s prostate. The motion caused Mason to move. Kitten’s pussy clamped down around his cock as he was dragged back. Pure sensation swamped him. She was strangling his dick and it felt so right. He let Cole lead him.
“You have my
permission to come, both of you.” Cole’s hands tightened as he thrust inside again, shoving Mason deep into Kitten’s pussy. “Mason, I want to hear you. Kitten’s in her happy place so I want to hear you roar.”
Cole set a brutal pace. In and out. Over and over. Mason couldn’t think about anything but how good it felt. It felt good to have Cole fucking his ass, and damn it was heaven to be in Kitten’s tight pussy. Every motion was a pure pleasure, every second bringing him closer and closer to climax.
He couldn’t take another minute. His balls drew up, tucking in close to his body as Cole fucked in and out of his ass. Kitten groaned around her gag and her head thrashed in obvious pleasure as she clamped hard around Mason’s cock.
Mason gave up and let go. He growled out his orgasm, letting Cole hear him, letting him know how fucking good it was to shoot off every ounce his balls contained.
Cole’s hands tightened and he drove in one last time, roaring out his orgasm and filling Mason with heat and pleasure. In those brief moments, Mason knew who he belonged to. He belonged to his Master and he belonged to his sub.
Mason fell forward, covering Kitten and letting the pleasure thud through his veins in a glorious rhythm. All the terror from earlier in the day floated away because he was safe in between them.
“Help me get her out of the bindings and the clamps,” Cole said, his voice out of breath. He leaned over and Mason felt a kiss laid on his shoulder. “We’re going to bed. My bed. We don’t need separate bedrooms. Not anymore. We’ll move your things in tomorrow.”
Cole reached down and eased the gag from Kitten’s mouth. “Are you all right, pet?”
She turned her head and smiled, her gorgeous face beatific. “I told you it would be beautiful.”
Mason couldn’t argue with her. It had been everything. He just hoped he could trust it would last.
Chapter Fifteen
Kitten came awake slowly to warmth and the most delicious ache. That ache was in her backside, a reminder of the masterful way Mason had disciplined her. It was in her pussy, too, and that reminded her that Mason had done far more than smacked her ass and sent her on her way.
She felt her lips curling up in a smile. That’s because Mason was hers. Cole was hers. Her Masters.
And she had a problem because they were going to play this afternoon.
What would she do if her Master ordered her to service another Master? She wasn’t even sure who was attending the party. She had simply been told there would be a meeting and likely some play at The Club.
She’d heard about crazy play parties. She hadn’t been to one herself because Julian wouldn’t allow her to go. Julian himself would never share his subs, but Kitten was fairly certain Dani and Finn hadn’t written into their contract that they wanted to be shared so they could feel beautiful and sexy and loved.
They hadn’t been silly enough to think that a group of strange men wanting to fuck them would mean they were beautiful and worthy of love.
“I can hear you thinking from here, pet.” Master Cole turned over and Kitten watched through heavily lidded eyes as he stretched out next to her.
“Think more quietly, gorgeous girl.” Mason yawned behind her and his body cuddled against hers. “It’s too early to get up and Cole fired Ms. Hamilton last night so one of us is going to have to cook, and it probably shouldn’t be me. I burn toast.”
Cole chuckled softly and settled against her. She was in the middle, surrounded by warm, masculine flesh.
This was what made her feel beautiful but only because she knew these men, trusted them.
Oh, she loved them. She loved how careful Cole was and how Mason lit up a room when he walked in. She loved that Cole thought things through and that he’d gotten on his knees in front of Mason and given him what he needed the night before. He hadn’t been cold and in control. Some Masters would never get on their knees in front of their subs even for sex, but Cole loved Mason. If only she could make Cole love her, too.
And Mason wasn’t merely a playmate. Mason thought of her. She wasn’t a convenience to him. She meant something. He’d been willing to leave so he wouldn’t put her in danger.
“She’s still thinking, Cole,” Mason murmured.
A big hand slid over her breast. The nipples were still tender, still so sensitive. “We need to do something about that. And I’ll make breakfast, but you have to find a new housekeeper. I’m letting Ms. Hamilton stay in the guesthouse for another two weeks out of deference to the work she did for my parents, but she’s been warned to stay away from the two of you. Put the new housekeeper in the pool house until then.” His fingers found the tips of her nipples and she couldn’t help but gasp.
Mason propped his head in his hand and grinned down at her. “Oh, are my poor sub’s nipples aching today? Look at them. They’re still a little red. Poor sub. I wonder what we should do about that.”
“That depends.” Cole’s hand moved over her belly until he covered the mound of her pussy. “How sore is our sweet pet?”
She liked being sore. She even liked it when she was sore from exercising. It was a reminder that she was using her body as it was meant to be used. Her body wasn’t something to hide and be ashamed of. It could be a beautiful thing. The soreness in her limbs reminded her how much she’d pleased her Masters and how hard they’d worked to bring her pleasure. It was a reminder that they were together.
Would she like being sore from someone else’s use? Suddenly she was sure she wouldn’t.
“Tell me.” Mason had gone serious, staring down at her like he could read her mind.
How could she tell them she’d changed? Master Cole had signed a contract with her under the impression that she wasn’t possessive. From what she understood, he and Mason had subs they’d shared with other Doms before—including the woman who had come between them. When Nat had pressed Tara, she’d talked about how Emily enjoyed being shared and had encouraged Cole to play with other submissives.
It was their lifestyle.
“I’m scared you’re going to leave.” It wasn’t a lie. She was still scared of that. She couldn’t stand the thought of Mason walking away. She’d followed him the night before, praying she could figure out some way to make him stay. Luckily the Master had already been there and waiting.
Mason’s lips turned up in a heart-stopping grin. “If I leave, I get arrested and put in solitary confinement. If I stay I get sexed up. All in all, there’s really no choice.” He leaned over and gently licked her nipple.
Oh, she wasn’t so sore. No. Not at all. She’d thought she would enjoy sex, but she was very addicted to making love. Much more than she’d thought she could be.
“See, he learns, pet.” Cole’s fingers started playing in her pussy, parting her labia and slowly drawing out her arousal. “The key with Mason is to make sure his choices are very clear.”
“Yes, orange jumpsuits and unfun strip searches or waking up next to the softest piece of femininity in the world.” He sucked her briefly. “I know what I’ll take. He’s a bastard, but he knows how to play me.”
“You’re adding to your punishment, love,” Cole said as he licked her other nipple. “You should know you’re in for a rough afternoon.”
Mason kissed her ear and whispered into it. “He knows I’ll like that, too. And you’ll like watching me. You’ll like watching Cole smack my ass and torture my cock.”
She shivered because she would.
“How sore are you, pet?” Cole asked in all seriousness. “Because I would love to make love to you.”
“He needs two of us because he has always had the sex drive of a teenaged bull,” Mason chuckled.
“And you don’t.” Cole began to kiss his way down her belly. “Don’t let him fool you. We’re both highly sexed, but neither of us wants to hurt you. If you’re too sore, I can make do with a hand job.”
Like she would allow that to happen. “I’m fine. More than fine. If you keep teasing me, I might cry again, Master.”
Mason was suddenly frowning down at her. “Yes, I believe when we play this afternoon, we might have a discussion about those tears of yours. You seem very good at making them show up at the most opportune times.”
Cole’s mouth was hovering right over her pussy. A restless ache began deep inside. “He can’t seem to wrap his head around the fact that you manipulate him so easily. He’s never been in that position before. He’s always been the one in the driver’s seat with our women. He’ll have to face the fact that you’re awfully good at it.”
“I don’t mean it to be harmful.”
Mason stared down at her. “I would prefer you simply ask me for what you want.”
That was easy. “I want you to stay with me.”
“That was a well-laid trap.” Cole’s tongue came out and licked her clit, making her squirm.
“Fuck, you’re going to kill me,” Mason said as his mouth descended on hers.
Mason’s tongue invaded even as Cole’s began to slide over her pussy. Just like that she wasn’t thinking about anything but her men. She let it all slide away because there wasn’t a place for worry in those moments when they took over. There was only submission and pleasure and love.
Mason kissed her sweetly before turning his head down to watch. “Look at that. That is a true Master. The man can eat a pussy. I think he deserves some praise for that.”
If she could breathe long enough to talk. Cole was making it hard. With every long, lavish stroke of his tongue, he brought her closer and closer to the edge. “My Master is the best. He gives the best kisses.”
Cole’s head came up, his eyes narrowing. “A kiss is what I do to your mouth. A kiss is a sweet thing. Is that all you want?”
He stopped his sweet attack on her tenderest flesh and laid a very chaste kiss there instead.
Mason’s voice was smooth as honey. “Now you’ve done it. Don’t you know the Master likes to hear his subs talk dirty? He likes to hear how much I love it when he takes that monster cock of his and fucks my ass. It felt so good. I still feel it this morning because I haven’t taken a cock there in years. When he fucks that tiny pussy of yours, he’s not going to last long because it’s going to squeeze him so tight. Well, if he fucks that pussy of yours. He might keep giving you what you say you want. Little kisses.”