by Lexi Blake
“Fuck, baby, you have the dirtiest mouth,” Cole groaned against her flesh but he kept up the slow torture of simple kisses along her pussy. “You need to work on our girl.”
“My Master is the best at eating my pussy,” Kitten got out quickly because the little kisses thing kind of sucked. Or didn’t. And that was the problem. And then she saw another problem. “Except for my other Master. He is also the best.”
Mason had been excellent at it as well. She didn’t want to hurt his feelings. It had been just as good.
Cole brought his eyes up and grinned at her. “I think we can share the crown.” His smile faded and he looked up at her, his face becoming serious. “Tell me you want me.”
He was still afraid and her heart softened. He was so careful with her. “I want you more than I can say. I want you, Cole. I don’t want you because you’re some faceless Master who gives me what I want. I want Master Cole because he’s kind and caring and tries to make up for the things he’s done wrong. I want Master Mason because he brings such joy to my life. I want you both and I want to be a part of this family.”
It was another plea for Mason to stay. They weren’t complete without him, and knowing what it meant to feel whole was a revelation, a sensation she wasn’t sure she could live without.
Cole pushed himself up and suddenly she was covered by him, taking his weight as his legs spread hers wide to make a place for himself. She felt the press of his cock against her. “Then take me.”
She closed her eyes, ready to feel her Master enter her body, but instead she found herself being flipped over, the world upending as Cole turned until she was on top. She opened her eyes and stared down at him. “Master?”
“I want you to take me. I want you in control this time. I want your eyes open,” he said, his hands finding her hips.
“He wants you with us.” Mason was watching them, one hand stroking his magnificent cock. “We need to know you’re right here and not off someplace else.”
Because she sometimes went to dark places in her mind and sometimes she used submission as a way out of thinking at all. Her Masters wanted to mean more to her than a way out. She could understand that. She never wanted them to feel that way.
She studied his body. Cole’s big form was laid out for her. “I’m in charge?”
Cole gritted his teeth. “For now.”
She was in control. It was an odd place to be. “Master, I might not be good at this.”
Cole’s hands tightened on her as though he was trying to keep her there with him. “You’ll never know until you try. I think you’re terrified of trying, and that’s why you want to stay in this house. The world isn’t a safe place, but there are marvelous things out there to be had. You have to trust me—not to always keep you safe. No matter how hard I try, you can still be hurt. Accidents happen. Harsh words can cut. You might fail to achieve the things you want. I can’t protect you from that. I can only promise to pick you up when you fall and make sure you know how much I care.”
“Take him,” Mason commanded, his voice going hard. His mouth was tightly set and it was easy to see Cole’s words had gotten to him, too. “How can you be good at a thing if you don’t practice? We’ll practice a lot. We’ll make you the queen of taking your Masters and making them scream.”
She turned her eyes back to Cole, taking in every glorious muscle. In most of her encounters, she’d been tied up or down, and it had been Cole exploring. She’d loved how he touched her, felt close to him in those moments when he worshipped her. Did her Master need the same affection? It was easy to forget sometimes that he was just a man. “You are so beautiful.”
Laying her palms on his chest, she stroked her way down his body. His cock was hard against her, but she didn’t pay it mind yet. It might be the only time she had such freedom with the Master’s body. She wanted to learn it, to memorize it so even when he wasn’t with her she could feel his skin beneath her palms. She would be able to close her eyes and smell and see him as though he was right there.
She leaned over, letting her chest touch his. Her nipples, still so sensitive from the night before, rasped over the light dusting of hair that covered his muscles. So masculine. She buried her nose between his neck and shoulder. He smelled like soap from the shower he’d taken before he’d come to bed. She let her cheek rub against the smooth muscle of his neck.
When she brought her face up, she could feel the rough edge of his whiskers. He would shave as soon as they got out of bed so she allowed herself to revel in the feel of them bristling against her skin.
“Do you know how good this feels, little cat? That’s what you are. You’re a sweet kitten rubbing herself all over me.”
She could never forget how she’d gotten her nickname, but she shoved that aside. Bad things had happened to her, but now Cole and Mason were here and bad things might happen again, but they would catch her.
And she was a cat. A sensual kitten, purring against him. Their Kitten. She chose.
She stared at his face for a moment and despite the insistent cock nesting against her pussy, he seemed more than happy to let her explore. His hands held her hips, but he didn’t move, allowing her the freedom to do as she chose.
She lowered her mouth and kissed him, licking her tongue along the seam of his plump lips. She drew the bottom one inside and sucked on it for a moment. Men shouldn’t have such gorgeous lips. She rubbed their noses together and let her hands sink into the silk of his sandy hair. There was the faintest hint of gray at his temples. Her Master’s eyes had the tiniest of lines showing through. They’d seemed deeper before. It had been Mason’s return that lifted the age off her Master. It had been Mason who brought him back to life.
She turned her head slightly and Mason was watching them. “Later, I want my time with you. I want to memorize you, too.”
“Is that what you’re doing?” Mason asked solemnly.
If there was one thing she knew it was that fate didn’t always play fair. She wanted this memory. Forever. “Yes. I want to memorize you. Every inch.”
She kissed her way down Cole’s chest, exploring the hills and valleys of his magnificent body. Cole let her hips go, giving her leave to do her worst. Here she could still smell the soap he’d used, but another fragrance was stronger. Musk. The scent of his arousal. Clean. Masculine. It was evidence of his need, as was the pearly drop on the head of his cock. Cole’s hands had shifted to his sides, but he didn’t leave them there. She watched as Cole covered Mason’s hand, their fingers threading together as though Cole could draw him in. Never leaving Mason on the outside again. She hoped that was true.
Cole’s cock was a thing of pure beauty. While he left a light dusting of hair on his chest, there was none on his pelvis. He was shaved clean.
Kitten let her fingers stroke the thick stalk. Rigid and erect, the skin was still so silky smooth against her fingertips.
“She’s going to kill me, Mason,” Cole murmured.
Mason’s face split in the sweetest grin. “It will be a good way to go, Master.”
“We’ll see if you feel the same way when she’s memorizing you,” Cole murmured. “Please have mercy on your poor Master. Memorize my legs and feet later.”
She was fairly sure she would have to since she couldn’t take her eyes off his cock. She hadn’t gotten enough of a taste of it before. Mason had been very determined to suck their Master off. She wasn’t going to do that. He’d been explicit that he wanted her to take him in her pussy, but she could play for a moment or two.
Leaning over, she allowed the flat of her tongue to gather the cream on the head of his cock.
Cole hissed and out of the corner of her eye, she saw the way he squeezed Mason’s hand. Power rushed through her. Her Master was giving her the power, allowing her to feel how good control could be. She would never want to be totally in control, had no need to top anyone, but she liked the fact that her Master could give up his place to let her experiment.
She let her
tongue run all over the head of his cock, noting the way his stomach muscles bunched up as he held himself still. It must be so hard for her Master. She sucked the head into her mouth, finding the deep ridge that separated it from the stalk of his cock. She closed a fist around it as much as she could. He was big, her Master. She couldn’t quite make her fingers reach, but it was more than enough to stroke him.
“He’s not fragile,” Mason said, his voice deep and low. His head was close to Cole’s, their hands together as they both watched her. “Stroke him hard. He wants to feel it. When you take your Masters’ cocks in hand, use a firm grip. We’ll love it.”
Her worry melted away. They would tell her what they needed. They would give her direction and she could learn how to please them. They wouldn’t let her fail in this. They would be patient and kind and give her time. She tightened her grip as she stroked up and was rewarded with a groan and a little twist of Cole’s hips, as though he couldn’t stay completely still.
Another drop pulsed out, but she was there to catch it. Salty sweetness lit her senses and she played with the slit of his dick as she stroked him, her tongue delving in slightly.
Her body was humming. She couldn’t help but move along the strong muscle of his thigh, bumping her clit against it and riding it as she sucked Cole’s cock. Every twist and motion of her hips got her wetter and more ready. Mason had been big. He’d barely fit inside her and Cole was larger, but she was determined. And just about as aroused as she could get.
She gave his cock one last lick and then got on her knees.
“Do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you are right now?” Cole asked, his free hand coming up to cup her breast.
“Not as gorgeous as my Masters.” They were decadently beautiful lying there together. This was what she’d longed for when she’d filled out that stupid questionnaire. She thought she’d simply wanted to not be alone, but no sister sub was going to fill the void. Mason and Cole. They were all she needed. They were everything.
She settled over Cole, gripping his cock to bring it to her core.
“Go slow,” Cole said, his voice tight. “Only take what you can.”
She intended to take it all. She wanted everything he had to give her. With a long breath, she began to lower herself onto his cock. Inch by inch, she took him inside.
“Don’t close your eyes,” Cole commanded. His hands were again around her hips, helping ease his penetration. “Stay with me. Let me see you.”
So hard. It was hard to open her eyes because she’d always kept them closed before. She hadn’t wanted to see the man who took her. It hadn’t always been violent with Hawk, though she’d never had a second’s pleasure from him. Sometimes it had been something to get through so she could go back to her cage and feel safe again.
Cole was trying hard to open her cage and force her out into the world.
“Don’t let him in,” Mason said. His fingers came up and she realized she’d started crying again.
“Hush.” Cole’s voice was soft, his hands strong and soothing as they rubbed her back and hips. “He’s always going to be there, but we’re stronger. She knows I would never hurt her.”
No. He never would. He would protect her, but he was also determined to set her free. She’d thought she was free. When she’d had the tattoo Hawk forced on her removed, she’d declared that she was free and didn’t need anything else. But she was still hiding.
Mason had taken her out into the pool and showed her she could learn to swim. Could she learn to want more from life?
She knew the first step. She kept her eyes steady on Cole’s as she sank onto his cock. “I’ll start looking at schools today. I don’t know what I want to do.”
His smile lit up the room. “You don’t have to know yet, pet. You just have to explore.”
Like he’d allowed her to do with his body. He was giving her a safe place. She could try and fail and he wouldn’t shove her aside. He wouldn’t throw her away.
So full. She was full of him. She rocked her hips back and forth, allowing herself the time to get used to how big he was. She was stretched, but she loved it. She could handle her Master. She could do it.
Slowly, she brought her body back up, clenching around the cock splitting her in two.
Cole’s eyes went dark, his hands hard on her flesh. “You feel so right. Ride me. Do your worst.”
She concentrated on moving up and down, on finding the perfect rhythm. Up on her knees until he almost slid out, and then she would greedily plunge back down, taking the whole of him to his root. Her Master groaned and twisted his hips as though he couldn’t stand not being a part of her even for those seconds she was moving up.
Over and again, she rode him, letting her breasts bounce and her hips slide until she found the perfect place. His cock slid along the center of her being, finding the spot that sent her soaring. Kitten couldn’t stay quiet. She gasped and moaned and fought to keep the sensation, riding the wave until she couldn’t anymore and she fell forward.
Cole was immediately in motion. He flipped her over, taking control once again.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” Cole asked as he spread her legs even wider and slammed his cock back inside. “You liked making me crazy. You liked being in control. Enjoy the brief times I give you because you belong to me. You’re my sub and I’ll prove I can master you.”
He’d already proven that time and time again, but she wasn’t about to argue with him. He drove deep inside her body, making her call out his name. He was the one on his knees, spreading her wide and fucking long and hard. He thrust inside, only to pull out and start again.
She lay back, giving over to her Master. She’d had her moment. She would satisfy herself with watching him in his.
“No, you don’t.” Mason was at her side, his hand sliding in between her and Cole. “You don’t get to relax. I want to watch you come again.”
The pad of his finger found her clit and though she’d been so sure she couldn’t, the pleasure began to build again.
“Make it fast,” Cole commanded. “I’m not going to last long.”
Mason winked up at their Master as his thumb started making hard circles on her clit. “We have all day. I think you’ll keep us in bed for most of it.”
Cole picked up the pace. His cock slammed in and dragged out, sliding over her sweet spot with flawless accuracy. “Now that I have you both, I might not leave this bed ever again.”
Kitten reached up, gripping Cole’s muscular backside as she came again, even stronger this time. It was a fire flashing through her system, burning away all the pain that had come before and leaving her with nothing but the sweetest pleasure.
Cole’s whole body tightened and he held himself hard against her as he came. She could feel the strong jets of semen entering her body, filling her up and making her warm. She would keep her Master inside her, a piece of him with her all day.
Kitten let her head fall back, hitting the pillow. Cole fell on top of her, weighing her down deliciously.
“You’re right.” Mason was staring down at her with stormy gray eyes. “That was beautiful.” He dipped his head and kissed her swiftly.
Cole’s head turned to the side, his eyes finding Mason’s. “Hey, I performed for you, too.”
Mason’s face softened. “Yes, you did, Master, and as Kitten might say, you were very, very good at it.”
He leaned over and Kitten watched as they kissed, their lips meeting briefly, but she could feel the heat between them. They needed each other. They completed each other. Separately they struggled, as though their very souls had mingled and felt the loss. Together they were strong.
Mason lay back down as Cole proved he really did have the sexual energy of a rutting bull. He moved off Kitten and onto Mason, nestling their bodies close. Cole fused their mouths together. Her Masters tangled, being rough with each other.
And Cole’s cell chirped. It was the sound of bells. Cole had programmed different sounds for d
ifferent people who regularly called him.
“Ignore it,” Cole ordered. “They’ll go away. We don’t need visitors.”
The bells were from the security guard at the gate. The house was separated by a long drive and the gate in was guarded. Anyone who came to the house had to be allowed in.
Mason’s hands slid down Cole’s back to cup the muscular cheeks of his ass. Her Master was very good at working out. It was obvious in the gorgeous lines of his body. Kitten sighed, her system replete with satisfaction, and now she got to watch her Masters make love.
The world seemed perfect.
If she could only forget about that contract between them.
Bells went off again.
Cole’s head came up and a fierce frown lit his face.
Another three sets of bells, each one more irritating than the rest.
“Fuck,” Mason cursed as Cole rolled off the bed.
“No, we’re not fucking and that’s the problem.” Cole grabbed a robe. “I’ll get rid of whoever it is.” He stopped and sighed suddenly. “Damn it. I can’t. I’m not thinking straight. It’s probably the Dawson brothers. And it might be your new bodyguard.”
Mason’s jaw dropped as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up. “You’ve got to be kidding me. I don’t need a bodyguard.”
Cole tied the belt around his waist. “Do I look like I’m kidding you?”
Kitten studied him. Nope. There was nothing in Master Cole’s demeanor that led her to think he was joking. “No, you do not, Master. I believe he’s serious, Mason.”
Mason stood up and Kitten took in his lovely masculine backside. It was a shame to get out of bed and it was even worse to have to put on clothes. “Again, I don’t need a bodyguard.”