Mason stroked her hair with his left hand while picking up the paddle with his right. Before Cole finished stripping and got into position, Mason reached over her back and smacked her ass cheeks, hard and fast, alternating between them and making her moan around his cock.
Yep, that finished hardening him and Cole both.
“You can come as much as you want, pet,” Mason ordered her, “but you will not stop sucking my cock until I tell you to.”
Cole knelt between her legs and fed his cock into her pussy.
“Is she wet?” Mason asked, locking gazes with Cole.
“Fuck, yeah, she is.”
Mason smiled, watching Cole’s face, imagining it was Cole’s mouth around his cock. “Fuck her hard,” Mason said. “Ream her out and make her come.” He cupped his hand around the back of her head and eased his cock deep into her mouth, almost to the point of gagging her. He liked using this light, stingy paddle because he could also smack her upper arms with it.
Which is what he proceeded to do, making her whimper and moan, her body caught up in the tornado between pleasure and pain.
Right where he wanted her, and right where she wanted to be.
Cole held on to her waist and started thrusting hard, fast, deep, driving her deeper onto Mason’s cock with every stroke. Mason slowed his breathing, pacing himself, his cock throbbing with every smack he landed on her flesh with the paddle.
Finally, he felt her scream as her first orgasm hit and that’s when he forced her to take his cock deep into her throat, muffling her cries and almost sending him over the edge. He set the paddle aside and started actively fucking her mouth, mirroring Cole’s rhythm and driving deep as Cole withdrew, giving her no respite now that she’d slid over the edge into that abyss, her body at their mercy.
“Fuck our slutty little pet,” Mason gasped, trying to hold back until Cole came and knowing Cole could hold back even longer than him. “She’s going to go to bed tonight filled at both ends with our cum, just like a good little pet should.”
“Wish I had the energy tonight to work up a second load to put in her ass,” Cole said. Kim moaned again at his words, both of them turning Mason’s crank even harder.
Cole’s grin lit Mason’s heart afire. He handed the paddle over to Cole, who smacked her hard on the outsides of both her thighs, making her squeal before another series of deep, rolling moans escaped her.
Yep. Subspace achieved, and their masochistic pet’s path to needing pain mixed with her orgasms had reached a new level.
“Such a good girl,” Mason said. “Such a good pet for us. You make us so proud.”
Her moans were almost continuous now, and Mason knew her orgasms around Cole’s cock would soon send his lover over the edge. As Cole’s strokes grew faster, harder, shorter, he dropped the paddle and took a couple of last thrusts before he buried his cock deep inside her, his own groans echoing hers.
Mason quit holding back and exploded, Kim’s nose pressed against his belly as he shot his load deep down her throat. He felt her muscles as she swallowed, struggling to keep up. Waiting, he eased back just before he thought she might start gagging and made her stay there. Crooking a finger at Cole to lean in, he kissed the man, twining his fingers through Cole’s hair as he kissed him.
This was perfection. Absolute perfection.
He patted her head. “Stay right there. You don’t have to suck, but you have to hold my cock in your mouth. Get comfy.”
Cole pulled out and settled on the floor next to her, leaning against the couch, his head resting against Mason’s thigh. Mason kissed the top of his head. “Finger her and see if you can’t torment her into another one or two.”
He grinned up at Mason. “Don’t want to torture her with the Hitachi?”
“Not tonight. Oh, shh.” He lifted a finger to his lips as he picked up his work phone.
Another reason he’d been able to hold back. He’d had one ear on the conference bridge, listening in. He took the phone off mute, made a comment to the vendor techs in response to one of their questions, then put it back on mute.
He grinned at Cole, who was now fingering Kim’s pussy. “Make sure when you’re done you make her lick your fingers clean.”
“Of course.”
Mason stroked Cole’s hair and leaned back against the couch, his work phone in his other hand.
Talk about multitasking.
It was nearly one o’clock in the morning by the time they headed for bed. Mason had finished his first round of reports, the conference bridge call was over, and Cole had finger-fucked another couple of orgasms out of their pet.
They started to climb into bed when Mason had an idea. “Cole, you on the far left side over there.”
The man climbed in.
Mason climbed in next to him, but lying at an angle, so he could use Cole’s body as a pillow. Then he patted the bed next to his left side for Kim to cuddle sort of between them, curled up the way she liked to be. She draped an arm around Cole while nestling her ass against Mason’s body.
“Yeah,” Mason said. “That’s perfect.”
* * * *
Cole lay there awake long after Mason and Kim had both gone to sleep. In the dim light, he stared down at them and couldn’t believe how lucky he was.
He got the girl…and the guy. A twofer.
Hot damn.
No, he absolutely wasn’t jealous of Mason and what he had with Kim, because he understood. There were things about her, things she needed. Things he wasn’t able to do for her. Just like there were things Mason needed that Cole couldn’t give him, either. They could give each other that, complement each other, fill in the missing pieces.
When Cole wanted to check out and just be for a little bit, Mason could take over, to give or receive that rough and tumble fucking Cole couldn’t bring himself to do with Kim. Not without fear, at least. Kim filled needs within him, too. And when Kim wanted cuddles and loving and the warm and fuzzy side of things, she came to him for that.
There were no losers in this arrangement.
Sure, he could be a dick about it, but why the hell should he? Wasn’t like being in love with Mason was a hardship. Maybe if he was a completely straight guy without any attraction to another man, it might be a different story.
This felt right. It felt good. And over the past several weeks, he’d seen Kim’s internal fears and lack of confidence beginning to slough off like old, dead skin, revealing a new woman.
If that was yet another side-effect of all of this? Great, he’d take it. She was now talking about the future. Not just including him, but including Mason.
He could choose to resent it or embrace it, and embracing it felt a hell of a lot better to him.
He was about to close his eyes and go to sleep when he thought he caught sight of a shadow moving outside, cast against the blinds from the security lights in the complex. But when he looked again, he didn’t see anything.
And it certainly wasn’t worth disturbing the other two for an owl or something that probably flew across the field of light outside, or maybe even a figment of his imagination.
With the sound of their breathing to lull him, Cole closed his eyes and settled into sleep.
Chapter Twenty-One
By Saturday afternoon, Mason was finally feeling pretty confident that he’d be able to go to dinner and the club with everyone else. Their hardware vendor had apparently tracked down and remedied the firmware issue. Knock on wood, their systems were all green and showing no issues.
About. Fucking. Time.
He’d known when taking the job that he’d have some elephants to eat. He’d already been warned about the desperately needed upgrades and systems merges that the company acquisitions had triggered.
But he’d expected to implement several things in stages and not have massive meltdowns in the process.
At least things would get easier from here on out.
He hoped.
He was also looking forward to spending a l
eisurely Sunday with Cole and Kim,
Hopefully naked most of the day, maybe not even leaving bed except for coffee, food, and bathroom breaks. Not even all-day sex, but snuggling and talking and watching TV.
Heavy on the snuggling and talking options.
Especially the talking.
It was time to start nudging Kim a little more out of her comfort zone. He understood her past pain, but it was time for her to decide to move forward. Either she trusted Cole, at least, or not. He wouldn’t pressure her, because despite his feelings, they’d only known each other for a couple of months.
Trusting Cole enough to move forward would be her first step to being able to trust him, too.
Ideally? He’d like to have all three of them living under the same roof, preferably in the same bed. He could easily see the three of them like that.
Unlike Freddie.
Yeah, he hadn’t done either himself or Freddie any favors there.
Speaking of…
Mason wasn’t sure he even wanted to deal with that mess right now. After the verbal reaming he’d given Freddie the other night—which Mason would be the first to admit had been conduct unbecoming a Dom, but the man’s sudden appearance had caught him totally off-guard—maybe that had been what was needed to get the guy out of his hair for good.
Seriously? Freddie had moved here?
Mason still wasn’t sure he believed it, that maybe it was a sympathy ploy on Freddie’s part to get Mason to invite him to move in, but no way in hell.
Maybe if he’d never met and fallen in love with Cole and Kim he might be soft-hearted enough to go have dinner somewhere at a neutral location with the guy, but definitely not now. And especially not if Freddie really had moved down here.
Mason absolutely did not want Freddie anywhere near those two.
He got a shower, dressed, shaved—finally—and prepared his stuff for the club as he exchanged flirty texts with both Kim and Cole. They’d left earlier so Mason could wrap up a couple of reports, leaving his Sunday free for them. Cole would pick her up and then they’d meet him at Sigalo’s at six. They’d swing back by Mason’s condo to drop off Cole’s car and their stuff, and so that Kim could change clothes for going to the club.
Meaning they’d have a quick opportunity to start winding her up in ways they couldn’t at the club.
Oooh, yeah.
That woke up some interest in his cock.
In fact, tonight he’d like to finish off the night fucking her while Cole fucked his ass. That was a permutation they hadn’t done in a while.
Aaaand now I’m hard.
He still didn’t have to leave for nearly an hour yet and he ended up staring at the string of text messages from Freddie.
And the pending voice mail he hadn’t played, left over from earlier that day. He took a deep breath and played it rather than leaving it hanging over his head all night.
“You need to call me and talk to me. Don’t push me on this. You owe me an explanation, and you owe me an apology. I love you. Don’t make me do something I’ll regret.”
The tone of the man’s voice disturbed Mason. Not quite threatening. He wasn’t sure if Freddie was saying he’d do something to Mason, or to himself. Mason decided to keep the voice mail just in case he’d ever need it as evidence if his car got trashed or something.
I’m sick of this shit. Time to Dom-up and do this.
After his thumb hovered over it for a moment, he hit Freddie’s number in his contact list.
At first, Mason was kind of hoping the call would go to voice mail. That he could be an über-dick and just leave a succinct message for Freddie to tell him no more, that he was going to be blocking his number.
Then the guy answered.
“Mason?”
Damn. “Yeah. Look, here’s the thing,” Mason said without preamble. “You caught me off-guard the other night. I’m sorry I yelled at you, but the message remains the same. There is no relationship between us.”
“I moved down here to be near you.”
Mason rubbed at his forehead, trying to keep this conversation civil. “I left absolutely no doubt about my opinions on that when I moved down here. We are no longer in a relationship. I have repeatedly told you that. Do not try to guilt-trip me with this.”
“Are you seeing anyone else?”
He wasn’t going to lie to the guy, but he didn’t want Freddie knowing his business, either. “I’m in a relationship.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because it’s none of your business. I don’t understand what’s not clear about that.”
“You said we’re friends.”
“And you’ve made it abundantly clear that you’re going to try to shove against and fail to respect that boundary as hard and as much as you can. Moving down here and showing up unannounced at my place is proof of that. Unfortunately, it’s also proof that I cannot be friends with you.”
Now Freddie’s tone turned shocked, whiny. “Why not?”
“Because friends don’t do that to friends. And they damn sure don’t leave threatening voice mails for them.”
“Why did you lie to me?”
“I didn’t lie to you about anything.”
“You fucking did lie to me!”
“Lie to you? About what?”
“You didn’t tell me you were seeing anyone!”
“You never asked. Had you asked, I would have said yes. I don’t know what more you want from me. You’re being unreasonable considering I’ve spent the past several months telling you we are nothing more than friends and encouraging you to go out and find someone else. When I moved, I told you it was over, and that we were just friends.”
“But I love you!”
Mason’s creep-meter swung all the way over and pegged out at eleven. “I’m sorry, Freddie. You’re refusing to live in reality. I didn’t want to resort to this, but I’m going to block your number once we finish this call. Do not call me, do not e-mail me, do not come by my place.”
“But—”
He chose the nuclear option he knew would probably firebomb the salted earth he left behind. “Go find someone your own age, Freddie.”
“How dare you! I—”
“Good-bye.” Mason hung up on him and his ranting. Before Mason could maneuver through the contact screen to block him, Freddie called back. Mason ignored it and went back to what he was doing.
The pop-up message asked, Block this number?
With not a little regret, Mason hit the confirmation button.
He hated to do that. Even in previous break-ups he’d managed to stay friends with his exes. Sometimes they’d left, sometimes he’d left. This was the first time he’d ever had to completely sever contact with someone.
It made him sad to do it, although he suspected Freddie would never think that. He’d really hoped maybe Freddie would have picked up some healthy coping skills while they were friends. Learned some relationship skills from someone other than his fucked-up family.
Matured as a person.
Unfortunately, Freddie had moved himself from friend firmly into the “liability” category. And Mason refused to have someone like that in his life. Especially not when he had Cole and Kim.
Maybe I should rent a car for a few days.
No, that wouldn’t work. If Freddie was going to stalk him, as soon as he showed up in his own car, it’d be a target. Well, at least their complex had security cameras in the parking area and at the entrances. If something happened, he’d file a report.
Meanwhile, he’d probably better have Cole and Kim use the parking lot on the other side of the building. He could let them in through the sliders so they wouldn’t have to walk all the way around his building, but no reason to subject them to that.
He probably doesn’t know where I work.
Freddie wasn’t one to take initiative, usually. It shocked him that the guy had even moved down here, although Mason would never know the details now. It wouldn’t be outside
the realm of possibility for Freddie to track him down at work by Googling details or even following him to work.
Thank goodness for campus security. Their complex held three other tech companies and they had a manned gate, a guard on duty twenty-four-seven. For their building, Freddie wouldn’t get past the front security desk without a guest badge.
I’ll have to warn them.
Shit.
This was aggravating to the max.
I’ll have to warn Marcia and Derrick. Again, he’d never given Freddie the name of the club, as far as he remembered. But there was only one BDSM club known in Sarasota, and it was Venture. He couldn’t get the guy banned from Venture unless there was a restraining order or Freddie violated their rules or something. Mason wouldn’t want to subject his friends to someone who appeared to be unbalanced.
Might mean having to keep a low profile there for a couple of months, too.
Dammit.
He took a deep breath. Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself. It wouldn’t be beyond the realm of probability for Freddie to change his phone number and try again. Okay, for the next couple of weeks, he wouldn’t answer any unknown numbers, and if Freddie popped up again, he’d block him. Again.
Or change his own number.
Which would fucking suck, because he’d had it for over ten years, had kept the same number when he’d moved to Nebraska just so he wouldn’t lose contact with his friends and family here in Florida.
He sat there for a moment, feeling relieved, sad, and more than a little worried.
Maybe over nothing.
Hopefully over nothing.
And at some point tonight, he’d need to have a serious talk with Cole and Kim about Freddie. He’d mentioned the guy in passing, briefly related some of the issues he’d had with him not taking the hint, but hadn’t told them yet about him showing up the other night.
When he hadn’t been working since then, he’d either been sleeping or snuggling with Cole and Kim and definitely not thinking about Freddie.
Maybe instead of getting Kim wound up before the club he’d use their time after dinner to talk about this.
Might be best.