Chapter 7
Jonah
Mikayla and Mason walk back to the building. She’s wearing his coat, holding his hand. Another man might feel jealous, but all I feel is grateful. She wants him—I think she loves him. It doesn’t make her want me or love me any less. And he clearly loves her, too.
I’m worried about Ariel, but I trust Lyle and Austin to take care of her.
Right now, I have to navigate this new situation with Mikayla and Mason.
When they reach the door, I clap Mason on the shoulder. “Glad you’re coming back.”
“Even though I want your girl?” His smile is big, but his brown eyes are wary.
“There’s enough of her for both of us. Trust me, she’s insatiable.” I tug her toward me and kiss her, breathing in her unique scent. Her sugary sweetness is mixed with Mason’s cologne because she’s wearing his coat. Soon, his scent will be on her skin. Both of our scents will be on her skin.
If she’s willing, we’ll both make love to her tonight.
Mikayla lets out a happy little sigh as I pull away from the kiss.
I take her hand in mine. “Ready to go back to the apartment, little one?”
“Yep.” She squeezes my hand.
Once we get inside and the door is closed behind us, the three of us look back and forth at each other.
“I’ve wanted to share Mikayla—truly share her—with another man for a long time.” I grin at my girl before turning my attention to Mason. “It’s clear she has feelings for you. I’m assuming she said as much outside?”
“She did.” He clears his throat. “And Mikayla, I said it outside and I’ll say it again—I love you.
I thought of you for a long time, even when I was trying to work things out with my ex.
I tried so hard to make myself better for her, but ultimately, I was unsuccessful.
Maybe I deserved Retta’s betrayal in the end, because a secret part of my heart was yours. ”
Her eyes shine as she looks at him. “However it happened, I’m glad you’re here now.”
“I couldn’t handle sharing her with anyone else,” I say. “But I’d be honored if you’d join us, Mason.”
Mikayla laughs. “I feel like this is some kind of ceremony, where Jonah bestows his blessing upon us.”
“Jonah.” Mason gives me a serious look. “May I kiss your girl?”
Nothing would give me more satisfaction than seeing Mikayla happy, and this would make her happy.
Before answering, I kiss Mikayla—hard. Then I take the leash from my pocket and attach it to her collar. “Do you trust me, little one?”
“Yes.” Her soft brown eyes are wide and sincere.
I hold the end of the leash out toward Mason. “You can kiss her, and more. Let’s try this again.”
He leans in, tugging the leash to pull Mikayla closer. Just when I think he’s going to kiss her, he whispers, “What’s your safe word, little girl?”
She blushes. “Pineapple.”
“And how do you address Jonah, when in a scene?”
“Jonah, Sir, or Daddy.”
He nods. “You’ll call me Mr. Clark, Sir, or Daddy. Is that clear, young lady?”
“Mm-hmm.” She bats her eyelashes. “Yes, Daddy.”
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Mikayla
Mr. Clark tugs gently on the leash. I follow him, expecting him to lead me to the couch or the bedroom. Instead, he takes me to the bathroom. Jonah follows us, but I don’t dare stop to look behind me.
Once we’re in the bathroom, Jonah lights several candles on the vanity. Mr. Clark turns on the bathtub faucet and stoppers the drain. Then he grips my leash and uses it to tilt my head back.
His lips meet mine in a kiss that starts off slow and soft and quickly turns scorching. He groans against me, pulling me closer. He widens his mouth, forcing mine open, and then his tongue tangles with mine. Warm and hot, searching.
I allow him in, my hands balled into fists at my sides. I’m afraid to touch him, to move, because I don’t want to break the spell. This kiss, this moment, is new, and I want it all so, so bad. But it’s also frightening.
Jonah comes up behind me, his body warm against my back. He tugs down the zipper on my dress. His warm breath raises goosebumps over the back of my neck, and then he’s kissing me there, while Mr. Clark kisses my mouth.
“Sweet little pet.” Jonah scrapes his teeth along the edge of my ear. “Let’s get this dress off of you.”
Four hands work at the fabric, tugging it from my body until the red velvet dress falls to the floor. My bra comes off next, and then the panties I’d put on before dinner. Mr. Clark unhooks my leash and sets it on the floor next to the bathtub.
I tremble, exposed, my nerves shimmering. The only thing I’m wearing is my collar. The tile floor is cold on my feet. Steam begins to fill the small bathroom.
Mr. Clark reaches to the tub and dips his fingers into the water. “Perfect. In you go, little one.”
The men help me into the tub. I thought we were going to fuck, but it seems Mr. Clark has other ideas.
He finds a hair tie on the vanity and pulls up my hair so it won’t get wet. His expression is heated as he kneels outside the tub and runs his gaze appreciatively over my body. “You’ve had a long day, Mikayla.”
“Yes, Daddy, I have.”
“We’re going to clean you from top to bottom. Pamper you. Give you all the love and attention you could possibly want.” He leans in close, his dark brown eyes even darker in the flickering candlelight. “Then we’re going to fuck you, little girl. How does that sound?”
Desire swirls through my body, melting me along with the warm water. “So good, Daddy.”
He leans over and kisses me. I cling to his shirt. When we pull away, wet marks from my hands and arms darken the fabric.
“You’re getting me all wet, baby.” Mr. Clark takes off his shirt.
I stare at his broad, muscular chest and his powerful arms. I’ve seen him shirtless before—at that barbecue over the summer. I had to work very, very hard not to ogle him then.
Now, however, I can look my fill.
He gives me an easy grin. “Like what you see?”
I nod, swallowing.
He adds soap to my bath sponge and runs it over my neck and upper chest. When he dips the sponge down to caress my breasts, my heart stutters. Arcs of pleasure move from my nipples and center between my legs.
Jonah watches from the shadows. When I catch his eye, he gives me a slow, satisfied smile.
“Lean forward, little girl.” Mr. Clark urges me forward with a hand on my shoulder. He washes my back, the sponge making soft, slow circles over my skin. Once he’s done, he urges me to lean back again. “Time to do your legs.”
He starts at my feet, and it tickles. I giggle.
But as he moves higher and higher up my legs, my giggles subside. Soon, he’s gently easing my thighs apart and rubbing the sponge over my mound. I gasp and clench the edges of the tub.
“Feels good?” Jonah asks.
“Yes, Sir.”
Mr. Clark abandons the sponge and begins to explore my pussy with his fingers. I’m so wet with arousal, his finger slides in easily. He gently manipulates my clit while thrusting a finger in and out.
It feels so good, I close my eyes and whimper.
“Eyes open, young lady. Watch me.”
I force my eyes open and look at his face. His jaw is clenched in determination while he fingers me. I am his sole focus, and all he wants is to drench me in pleasure.
“Daddy, I’m close.” My hips jerk up as my body seeks more of what he’s giving.
“Go ahead and come, Mikayla. Come on Daddy’s fingers like a good little girl.”
His sweet, sinful words in that gruff voice push me over the edge, into blissful oblivion. I cry out with my orgasm while Mr. Clark pumps his fingers relentlessly into me and strokes my clit. He leaves his fingers inside until my body relaxes.
“There, there. All clean.” He pulls his fingers from me and kisses my forehead. “You’re so pretty when you lose control.”
Mr. Clark helps me out of the tub. Jonah is waiting with a towel to wrap around my shoulders. They dry me off slowly, carefully, as if they have all the time in the world. I want to shout at them to hurry the hell up because I need them right now.
Mr. Clark reattaches my leash. “I love seeing you like this, knowing you’re in our power—and that you gave it to us.”
He really gets it, just like Jonah does. The leash isn’t a constraint at all. When someone I love is holding it, the leash sets me free.
Jonah turns my head to kiss me. His tongue traces the seam of my lips, encouraging me to open for him. Once I do, he groans in approval. He grabs my hand and pushes it against the front of his pants so I can feel how hard he is.
“This is what you do to me, pet.” He breathes heavily against my neck. “Every fucking time. And now I get to watch you do it to Mason. Can’t wait to watch you ride his dick.”
He nudges me toward Mr. Clark.