Chapter Seventeen #2
intensity was rising.
They created a song on his skin, in his soul. Something he’d
waited a lifetime for.
When Olivia hollowed out her cheeks and her fingertips
touched his balls, it took everything he had to hold off the orgasm. Pain
slashed across the back of his thighs, forcing him to return to reality. Like
all the others, the pain bloomed briefly and then morphed into sweet heat that
somehow loosened up all the tense parts of him.
“That was thirty,” Keane said, his voice tight as though he
was holding something back, too. “Olivia, was he a good boy?”
She sat back on her heels, her lips swollen and eyes wide.
“I tried my best.”
She hadn’t. He’d had some spectacular blow jobs from this
woman, so he knew when she was holding back, and he was so grateful to her.
“She went easy on me.”
Her nose wrinkled. “Well, I won’t next time.”
“Next time I won’t be so filled with emotion I can barely
stand up,” Garrett replied. “And you knew that and took care of me.”
Keane stepped in front of him. At some point he’d ditched
his jeans and boxers, and now he was completely naked with nothing but a whip
in his hand. His cut jawline bore a five-o’clock shadow that gave him a rugged
look.
His Master was so fucking hot.
“I won’t make the same mistake,” Keane said.
Garrett’s body tightened again. Was the whipping not over?
He could handle it. He would feel those lashes in his backside for days, but he
would love it. He was willing to go anywhere Keane led because he trusted this
man with his everything.
Olivia started to rise but Keane held a hand out, telling
her to stay where she was. “I think you need some help, baby.”
And then Keane dropped to his knees, letting the whip fall
to the side.
“What are you doing?” Garrett’s brain couldn’t quite make
the connection. His Master was on his knees in front of him. He wasn’t going
to…
“Are you uncomfortable at the thought of my mouth on your
cock?” Keane asked. “Because it’s something I’ve been dreaming of for a long
time. Understand this isn’t submission to you. This is a gift for the
magnificent way you handled everything today. And it’s because I want it. I
want to taste you.”
Olivia huddled close to Keane, a sweet smile on her face.
“Oh, Master, he tastes so good. I love it when he comes in my mouth and I have
to try so hard to swallow him down. I know I get called a loudmouth a lot, but
the truth of the matter is mine is rather small and his cock is huge. Just like
Master’s.”
He loved the persona she took on in the play space. She was
still Olivia, but there was a sweetness, an openness about sex and what she
liked and loved. She didn’t hesitate in the place to praise her men for their
beauty or how good they were at eating her tight pussy.
He never knew how much he loved hearing the words.
Keane looked up at him. “If this is too much too fast, tell
me now.”
“You think I haven’t dreamed about it, too, Master? I think
tonight is an excellent time for firsts,” Garrett admitted.
Keane reached up, and that big, callused hand gripped
Garrett’s cock and he sucked in air. This was happening. Really happening.
The minute Keane’s hand tightened on his cock he groaned,
his head falling back, and then he was enveloped in the staggering heat of his
Master’s mouth. He loved Olivia’s tongue and how delicate it felt, but he
craved this, too. Craved the force and power that crashed over him like a wave.
Keane’s mouth was a furnace, and there were no teasing licks or time spent
working his mouth around his cock. There was complete domination.
He forced himself to bring his head up, to open his eyes and
see what was in front of him, to prove this wasn’t a dream. The picture in
front of his eyes made his heart nearly stop. Keane sucked his cock, head
moving up and down the length, getting almost to the tip when he plunged in
again. The strong force of his mouth was killing Garrett, but he wouldn’t have
it any other way.
And there was Olivia, right beside Keane, looking so
gloriously feminine it hurt. She had one hand on Keane’s strong back and the
other disappeared under Garrett’s torso.
Then he knew where that graceful hand had gone. Her nails
scraped against his tight balls, and he heard his own whimper. It was the sound
of a man who wanted so desperately to prolong the experience, but he couldn’t.
When that soft palm cupped him and Keane’s mouth encased the full length of his
cock, Garrett couldn’t hold on another second. He let go, jets of semen flowing
from him as intense pleasure took all his willpower. In that moment, he was
nothing but a vessel for feeling and emotion. It lit him from the inside out.
When Keane sat back, he looked at Olivia. “Kiss me. Taste
him on my lips.”
Garrett watched, his whole soul at peace. He finally had
everything he ever needed.
* * * *
Olivia moved in, eager to kiss her Master. That scene
had gotten her so hot she could barely breathe.
Why had she ever stayed away from this? This was everything.
Perhaps because it wasn’t right before. This was right. This was fate. All
three of them entangled, meshed together like they were only complete with the
other two.
And her momma was right. Two guys together was hot as hell.
Especially when she knew they would finish with each other and then turn all
that lust on her.
This was where she belonged. All the love she’d offered up
before had done nothing but prepare her for this, for the real thing.
Keane’s hand caught her waist and pulled her in. His lips
were gorgeously swollen, and there was the faintest drop of fluid clinging
there. Olivia leaned forward and swiped her tongue across his plump bottom lip,
coating it in Garrett’s arousal. Like she’d said he tasted amazing. Salty and
masculine.
Keane growled, and his hand cupped the nape of her neck,
forcing it back in a show of dominance that got her even wetter than she’d been
before. She was fairly certain every drop of moisture in her body was now
pooled in her pussy. “You drive me crazy, baby. Thank you for shaking us up.”
Before she could come back with a witty retort, he leaned
over and kissed her, tongue invading in the sweetest way. She could taste
Garrett there, and it made her wild. She wasn’t submissive in that moment. In
that moment she was a woman who wanted her men, her pleasure, her place in the
world.
“Master, is this the torture you meant for me?” Garrett’s
deep voice pierced through the kiss.
Garrett was still in shackles. She pulled back, scrambling
up. It was fine for play, but she didn’t want him up there too long. She knew
how it could ache in an unpleasurable way.
Keane chuckled and rose gracefully to his feet, his cock
straining, though he showed no signs it bothered him. “So eager. Would it be
torture, Garrett?”
“To watch and not be able to touch her? Or you,” Garrett
replied. “Yes, that’s the worst torture of all. I can take the pain. I like it.
My body feels alive in a way it never has before.”
Keane frowned. “Never? I’ve heard Master Julian is excellent
with a whip.”
She was never, ever mentioning to either of her Masters that
she had a couple of sessions with Gabe, who was in fact excellent with a whip.
It was nothing at all sexual. Just pain as stress relief, but it appeared her
Master was a jealous man. She looked to Garrett, who was so fucking hot with
his body all stretched out and vulnerable. His cock was already stirring again.
“Tell the Master he’s the best and you don’t even remember Julian’s name.”
She wanted to move this party along. She wanted her men. The
last thing she wanted was to soothe male pride. It was blatantly obvious
Garrett loved Keane, but men were fragile creatures.
Garrett’s lips curled up. “Master, you are the best. Who is
Julian?”
Keane groaned, but his hands moved up to unlock the
manacles. “You’re both brats. I can’t wait to get you two in a club for public
punishment.”
Which would inevitably lead to righteously nasty and
satisfying sex. She couldn’t wait. The world had seemed so lifeless before, but
now she saw through new eyes. All the color to her life was back, and she felt
young again. Vibrant.
Keane looked over Garrett’s back. “How sore is it?”
“The exact right amount. I don’t know, Master. I won’t until
tomorrow when I’m down from this high,” Garrett admitted. “If you’re asking if
I’ll let our girl ride me like a stallion, yes. I could be bleeding with broken
bones and I would still try to fuck her.”
She wouldn’t let that happen, but it did a girl good to hear
such words of devotion. “Back at ya, babe.”
“You two cannot be serious, can you?” Keane asked, but he
was smiling.
“You are serious enough for all three of us, Master,” she
replied.
Garrett stretched his arms before dragging her into them.
“Hey, gorgeous.”
“Hello,” she said, breathless as she looked up at his face.
He was the gorgeous one. While Keane was all masculine lines and hard angles,
there was a male-model perfection to Garrett. “Did you like your punishment?”
They could call it punishment or discipline, but it was all
for pleasure and bonding and relaxation. How many times had she ended the day
lying awake in bed staring at the ceiling? Well, when that happened now, she
could get a Master up to fuck her calm. It was better than any sleeping pill.
Garrett kissed her, locking their lips together with every
bit of dominance Keane had shown before. More than he’d ever used on her. It
was like getting half of his soul fed strengthened the other half. Even as his
tongue moved inside her mouth, sliding against hers, she felt Keane behind her.
She could feel the hard length of his cock pressed to her backside. His hands
slid down her torso to cup her hips. She felt a nice nip at the nape of her
neck that sent shivers down her skin.
She was caught between their big bodies, and it made her
feel petite and desirable. It made her feel warm and safe.
It made her super horny.
Keane ran his nose through her hair, smelling her with
absolutely no self-consciousness, while Garrett explored her mouth and lips and