3. Chapter Three
Chapter Three
Malcolm’s grin widened as he pointed at me. “And you can’t come until I say so.”
“Malcolm.” My voice sounded pretty steady from someone who’d just had their throat ravaged by the battering ram that was Kade Jones’s cock. “I…”
He arched a brow at me. “Should we ask Connor what he thinks?”
“What does Connor have to do with—” Kade began.
“Shut up,” Malcolm snapped. “Tuesday? Should we ask Con—”
“No. We should not,” I huffed.
“Speaking of Connor, he’s not home, is he?” Malcolm asked.
Kade shook his head.
“Good, good. We’re civilized people. We should eat in the kitchen. Come along, kiddies.”
And that’s how I wound up splayed on the table while Malcolm sat in one chair, still naked, eating chips directly out of the bag, while he watched Kade, seated in the opposite chair, working between my legs.
It wasn’t bad—exactly. Once we got past the awkwardness of the mask, it was obvious Kade wasn’t a novice. His tongue flicked against my clit, moving in slow, deliberate strokes that should have been good. Should have been.
But something was missing. The pace was too cautious, the rhythm inconsistent. Every time I felt myself begin to build toward an orgasm, he changed direction or eased off, like he was second-guessing himself.
“Remember,” Malcolm said from his chair, his voice laced with authority, “no coming till I say so. And no stopping till she comes. And no faking. I’ll know…and I’ll tell Connor.”
“Fuck my life,” I muttered under my breath, my head rolling back onto the table as another flick of Kade’s tongue veered just slightly off the mark.
“Is there an issue, Tuesday?” Malcolm asked, his pale-gray eyes narrowing.
“Nope,” I replied, popping the p.
Nope, no issue. We’d just be here until the second coming of Jesus H. Christ because, clearly, he’s gonna come again before I did with Kade’s mouth in charge of my next O.
“Jones,” Malcolm cut in sharply, his tone suddenly cold, “are you purposefully making this an unpleasant experience for Tuesday?”
Kade stiffened, his fingers digging into my thighs. He pulled back, his breath hot against my skin from the hole cut into his mask. “No, sir. I’m trying.”
“If ‘trying’ was the goal, I’d have given you a participation trophy already.” Malcolm chomped loudly on a potato chip.
Kade hesitated for a moment before lowering his head again, his tongue pressing against me with renewed determination. The movements were firmer now, more deliberate, and for a second, I felt the beginnings of pleasure stir low in my belly once more.
But just as quickly, it fizzled out. He was too cautious, pulling back whenever I started to react, as though afraid of pushing too far.
“Enough,” Malcolm sighed, setting the chip bag aside with deliberate slowness. He brushed a crumb off his lip. “You clearly don’t know what you’re doing. She should be writhing by now, begging me to let her get off. I’m going to have to show you how it’s done, you useless fuck.”
Kade froze mid-motion, his head lifting slightly as though he hadn’t heard Malcolm correctly. The fact that I couldn’t see his expression was disorienting as hell.
Malcolm turned his attention to me.
“Get up,” he commanded, his voice low and unyielding.
I pushed myself upright, my legs trembling as I stood.
“Get over here and lean over the table. I want you looking at Kade while I make your eyes roll back in your head.”
I obeyed, my pulse hammering in my ears as the weight of his presence pressed down on me. My heart raced, a chaotic mix of dread and anticipation coursing through my veins.
Malcolm’s hands gripped my thighs, spreading them wide with a forcefulness that left no room for argument.
Kade stared at me, his arms crossed, jaw working through the hole in his mask.
“Don’t look away,” Malcolm warned. “Watch and learn while I do what you were supposed to.”
He slapped one of my ass cheeks with his gladiator strength, then the other, hard enough to make me yelp at the sting. I glared at him over my shoulder, the anger bubbling in my chest only fueling the fire burning within my core.
His fingers slipped between my legs, teasing against the sudden slickness there. “Just that got her dripping for me.”
The room felt impossibly hot, the tension thick enough to choke on, as Malcolm gripped my left hip. His other hand slid beneath me, tilting my pelvis upward.
“Don’t you dare take your eyes off us, Jones,” Malcolm said, his voice a low growl as he positioned himself at my entrance, pressing against me with deliberate slowness.
“Look at my face. Look at how good it feels when I take her. If you’d ever make me even the slightest bit happy, this could be me fucking you. ”
Kade’s silence was deafening as Malcolm pushed inside me, filling me with forceful precision that left no doubt who was in control.
The stretch was immediate, sharp, and all-consuming, and I spread my arms out to grab the edges of the table. Every nerve in my body lit up, the intensity leaving me breathless as Malcolm set an unrelenting rhythm behind me.
“Fuuuuuuuuuck,” I hissed.
He reached around and began working my clit.
Kade’s head turned towards me and then away, as if his gaze beneath the mask was shifting from Malcolm’s face to mine and back again.
“Goddamn, you feel so good,” Malcolm said with a groan.
His pace slowed, his thrusts becoming calculated and deliberate, each one sending waves of pleasure radiating through my body. How did he have so much restraint?
I gasped, the sound cutting through the charged air as my hands scrabbled for purchase along the edge of the table, the cold wood beneath my tits and stomach only making his heat more…hot.
I hated how much I wanted this. How much I wanted him.
My thoughts blurred, tangled between the reminder that Malcolm was a vampire—and an unholy prick—and the reality of how good he was.
A moan slipped past my lips before I could stop it. “Malcolm, yessssss.”
“That’s my girl,” Malcolm murmured, his voice a low, satisfied rumble.
The resentment and frustration rolling off Kade was palpable, and I swore I could hear the strain in his breaths as he fought to keep himself in check. The clack of his teeth as he clenched his jaw tighter.
I should have felt embarrassed—humiliated even—when I realized I was humping Malcolm’s hand while he fucked me, all while Kade watched.
But I didn’t. My body wanted what it wanted, and there was no room for anything but pleasure as I arched and writhed against Malcolm, my every cell attuned to his touch.
“That’s right, baby.”
I bit my lip, trying to stifle the moans threatening to spill out as I began to do just what he’d ordered.
“Don’t hold back. Let him hear you.”
I whimpered, the sound half muffled, and my hands curled into fists against the table. “I…”
The pressure mounted inside me. My body trembled under Malcolm’s expert touch, his expert cock. I’d been fucked…a lot…but as much as I was loath to admit it, no one had ever filled me quite like this.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I babbled as the spasms started.
“This is what it’s supposed to look like when you make someone lose control,” Malcolm said to Kade, then sharply to me, he added, “Not yet, Tuesday. You don’t come until I say so.”
But I was losing control. If I didn’t come, I would die. There was no option C.
Malcolm suddenly pulled out.
I cried out, my eyes actually filling with tears at the sudden emptiness.
“Do not touch yourself,” he told me as he stomped over to Kade, pulled him out of the chair like he was a rag doll, and shoved him towards me. “If you can’t finish her now, you’re more hopeless than I could’ve ever imagined. Fuck her! Now.”
“Please,” I begged. Kade, Malcolm, I didn’t know.
I was so desperate for release at that point, I would’ve begged to be gang-banged by every damn flying monkey in the Wizard of Oz if it was an option.
Then it was Kade who was fucking me, and each thrust felt like he’d rather it be a knife plunged into my heart than his cock in my pussy. Like he was punishing me the way Malcolm was punishing him.
And as his fingers dug painfully into my hips, I came harder than I’d ever come in my life.
“Are you happy now?” Kade demanded with one last brutal thrust.
My pussy spasmed, as if trying to hold on to him while he pulled out.
“I’ll be happy when you’re out of my fucking face,” Malcolm said. “Don’t even speak to me for the next week.”
“But—”
“Want me to make it the next two weeks?”
Kade shot me a look of pure hatred I could feel even if I couldn’t see his eyes, and then he slunk out of the kitchen.
Once I was sure he was out of earshot, I asked, “What was the point of all that? He would’ve made me come when he was going down on me if you’d given him time and maybe let him take off that ridi—”
“I don’t have to give anyone anything. And the point is that he’ll do whatever it takes to get what he wants.
And so will you.” Malcolm stared at me for a long minute.
“It really is unfortunate that you don’t have a pretty face, though.
By the way, your desperate cunt is dripping Kade’s cum all over the floor.
Better clean that up before Connor sees. ”