Chapter Nine
Garrett loved watching her beg. She was so pretty all
tied up and panting, her whole body quivering on the edge of pleasure only to
have it taken away and frustration replace the anticipation.
“Fuck you, Master,” she growled at the last session.
Keane reached out and smacked her backside. She had quite
the potty mouth. Of course so did he, but this was play and he would take every
chance he got to spank her. Her ass was a lovely pink. She would feel tonight
all day tomorrow and remember the time they spent together.
He could do it to her while they were in the office
tomorrow. Find some reason to order her over his lap and spank her ass silly
before making her ride his cock long and hard. Yeah, that would be an excellent
way to start what looked to be a frustrating day since that asshole she used to
date was going to be there.
Tomorrow, at least during the day, he would be in charge of
her. Oh, only when it came to sex and protection, but he would be in charge.
And legal things. He liked being in charge of her, and he also liked the
thought of shedding his responsibilities with his suits at night and handing it
all over to Keane.
“Are you ready to go again, Olivia?” Keane asked, his voice
dark and honeyed.
“Not unless you’ll let me come, asshole,” she said through
gritted teeth.
Garrett spanked her again. Hard. She had to be feeling that
plug. “I can do this all day.”
“And I can do this all night,” Keane promised, and the hum
of the vibe filled the space.
Olivia groaned and held on for another wave.
He watched her with rapt attention. The truth of the matter
was he didn’t normally enjoy edging a sub as much as Keane did, but he was
coming to realize there was a reason for that.
When Keane had ordered him to his knees beside Olivia, he
hadn’t even hesitated. He’d chucked off his clothes and sank down beside her
and realized he’d been waiting for this for a long time.
It had been there in the back of his head. Not at first, of
course. He’d been young when he met Keane, but even then he didn’t feel like
they were brothers. Keane was safety and security in his life—even when they
had nothing. Even when they were on the streets.
Even when Keane was in jail.
“Please,” she begged as Keane brought her to the edge again
and again.
And again.
His cock was dying but he loved watching her. Her whole body
shook as she held on, trying so hard to not move. She was trying to be good.
She tensed and bit her lip.
He nodded Keane’s way, and his partner pulled back.
Olivia nearly sobbed.
They’d been at it for half an hour. She had to be dying.
She’d been brought to the edge and pulled back from it so many times, she was
primed to go off.
“I think she’s ready.” Garrett watched Keane. The man was
too dressed, but he got the feeling he wasn’t going to deal with that until they
moved on to the next phase.
He was so ready. He was surprised to discover that one of
the things he was ready for was Keane to ditch those clothes. He wanted to see
the Master. Maybe this was all play and he wouldn’t feel this tug in the
morning.
But Garrett doubted it.
“Check her. I can’t be sure.” Keane stepped back, allowing
him to move in.
He knew exactly what his partner wanted. He slid his hand
under her pelvis. The sight of that small plug poking from her asshole made his
groin tighten further. She was so fucking sexy. Her ass wiggled as though she
wanted exactly what he was about to give her.
He slid his hand under her body and found her core, hearing
her gasp the minute he touched her.
And she was ridiculously wet. He let his fingers play in her
pussy, loving how slick it was.
“Please, Garrett,” she said, her voice low and throaty.
He slapped her ass with his free hand. He might not be the
ultimate top in this threesome, but he had a title when it came to her. “What
did you call me?”
“Master,” she corrected quickly, pleading in her tone.
“Master, please. Please save your poor sub. I beg forgiveness for the choices I
made this evening.”
He wanted to be her Master.
But he was starting to think he also wanted times when he
was her playmate and they both served the Master.
Keane chuckled. “Now we’re getting somewhere. Olivia, why
don’t you tell us what you’re apologizing for.”
She seemed to struggle to breathe as he held his hand still
against her pussy. “I’m sorry for walking out and not saying good-bye. I’m
sorry for not taking my phone so you could call me. I’m sorry for putting you
in a position where you had to deal with another one of my terrible exes.”
Garrett slid a finger deep and felt her try to clench around
him. So desperate. This was right where she should be. “I’m happy to deal with
any nasty ex you have. No need to apologize for that, but I will accept it for
the other things. You can’t just walk out.”
“Yes, Master.”
What would it be like to be Olivia right now? To be in the
position she was in. A reversal of sorts. What would it feel like to have her
mouth on his cock, taking him to the edge and pulling away right before he went
over it.
What would that feel like? What would the orgasm be like
after he waited that long?
What if it was Keane’s mouth on his cock?
He pulled his fingers away and tried to concentrate on the
task at hand because if he didn’t, he might embarrass himself right here and
now. “She’s ready. She’ll go off like a rocket the minute you get inside her.”
She would be ready for pretty much anything. She would
likely come more than once.
“Who said it would be me?” Keane asked in a tone that
Garrett only ever heard on a dungeon floor or on the ranch when he was working
and trying to make a point. Dark. Authoritative. “Or do you not want to fuck
that gorgeous sub?”
The desire he felt nearly wrecked him. He was fairly certain
he couldn’t get harder than he was right now. Maybe that was why he felt the
way he did. All the blood in his body was in his cock. “You know I do.”
“And I want to watch you,” Keane announced. “Put on a show
for your Master.”
He could do that. Keane liked to watch, though he never
announced it before. He would simply step back and watch. This felt more real.
Like it was intentional. Like they were building something.
With shaking hands he untied Olivia’s wrists and gently
eased her into his arms. “Don’t lose that plug.”
She pouted up at him. “Are you going to torture me more?”
She was gorgeous and sexy but also adorable, and that was
the part that got to him. She could be so serious that when she flirted with
him and pouted, he felt ten feet tall. He and Keane could bring her out of that
shell she built because she’d been hurt so many times before. Her family could
love her, but they couldn’t do this for her. They couldn’t give her this
particular safe space she needed so desperately.
He carried her to the swing, settling her in so she was
cradled with her backside in the air.
And her big, gorgeous tits were hanging. Oh, they needed one
of these. It held her securely but left everything important on display. He had
access to her pussy and ass and tits and mouth. All her prettiest parts were
offered up to him and the Master.
Keane stood back, and his shirt had come off. He was wearing
his jeans and nothing else, his muscular chest on display.
If he wanted a show, Garrett could put on a show. He moved
in front of her. The swing was perfectly placed so he could get to her pussy or
her mouth.
He intended to have both.
After all, she’d gotten a warm-up. Didn’t he deserve one,
too?
He hoped he didn’t blow the minute he felt her tongue on his
aching dick.
He gripped his cock and put his free hand on her hair. “Get
me ready to fuck you, sub.”
Her tongue came out, and he bit back a groan. Heat spread
through him like a wildfire. The feel of her tongue darting around his dick
made every muscle stiffen as pleasure began to flow through him. She whirled
around his cockhead, gently sucking the bead of pearly arousal she found there.
“Her mouth is perfect,” Keane said in a low tone, his eyes
right on the place where Garrett’s cock sank behind her lips. “Tight and warm,
and she doesn’t hold back.”
“It’s heaven.” And the swing helped enormously. He could
move her back and forth and keep perfect control.
“Do you like this, sub? Do you like having that big cock in
your mouth? Do you like knowing you can bring him to his knees with nothing
more than the feel of your tongue on him?”
Her mouth briefly came off him, and she turned toward the
sound of Keane’s voice, her lips curling in a wicked smirk. “Yes. I love this.
I love the power that comes with it, but I also love the fact that I can bring
him pleasure.”
He wanted more. He gently gripped her hair and directed her
back. “You’ve answered his question. Now it’s my turn.”
“And if I have more questions?” Keane asked, one brow
raised.
“Then my ass is right here,” Garrett shot back. “Feel free
to use whatever you like on it, but I’m going to fuck this sub until neither of
us can see straight.”
“Oh, I think we’re definitely starting to get there,” Keane
said with a low chuckle. “Please, continue.”
Garrett pressed his cock into the heat of her mouth and
dragged it back out again. He moved her off and on his cock and she sucked
furiously, complying with his every move but also giving him her passionate
cooperation. Every time he shoved into her mouth, something electric moved
through his veins.
He was too close. She felt too good. If he wanted to get
into her pussy, he had to do it now.
He pulled back and knelt down, kissing her. He didn’t care
about the awkward angle. All that mattered was the intimacy of his tongue in
her mouth, the taste of him sitting there.
“I’m going to give you everything I have, baby.” He kissed
her forehead and stood, his eyes locking with Keane’s as Keane slowly stroked
his big dick.
The heat in the room was damn near oppressive, and Garrett
knew the air conditioner was on but it couldn’t touch him now. His body was on
fire.
He moved in behind her, settling himself between her legs.